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When Serena heard, she didn’t say a word, and I didn't bring it up.

One night, I came home and stood in the doorway, staring at the air mattress that was sitting across from the blue wall. I understood the symbolism of the setup. I'd told her that the floor had hurt the night we painted the wall, and that's why we'd moved to the bedroom to make love. This was Serena's fuck you message to the dead.

As I debated how to approach this, Serena walked into the living room dressed to kill me. She wore a new bra on top with a garter belt that sat low on her hips and hid her pussy from my sight. I doubted if there were panties underneath it. The straps from the belt attached to fishnet stockings. All red, and she had completed it with black stilettos.

"I picked," she said to me, gesturing to the lingerie. "I knew what you would like."

Chapter 19

Odin

I stood in the doorway of our bedroom and watched Serena finish getting ready for the Back-to-School Bachelor Auction.

I'd been running late from an emergency appointment, so I'd told her I'd shower and dress in the guest room. If I showered with her, we wouldn't be leaving this penthouse. I could have given two shits about the auction, but she had to attend, and I wouldn't let her go by herself.

I watched her finish her makeup, and when she went to check in the mirror, she caught me watching her. Smiling widely, she turned and walked towards me. "You look very handsome in the penguin suit," she said as she dusted a small string off my tuxedo jacket.

"I don't do this very often, so you better enjoy it while it lasts," I told her, catching her hand in mine before she could pull it away.

She wasn't a small woman, but she cocked her finger so that I'd bend over, giving her my ear. "The suit is very nice, but I prefer your black-boxer clad ass I see daily." She kissed me on the cheek and went back over to the dresser to put earrings in.

As her confidence grew, she'd often tease me and then walk away. In any other woman, I would think it was a stupid game to get my attention. In my wife, it sparked my desire not to be denied. Tonight, she'd put her hair up in some sort of twist that left her neck exposed. I stood straight from the doorway and stalked her across the room.

My balls wouldn't be safe if I left a visible mark on her, but I suckled the skin at her neck for a taste and wrapped my arm around her waist. “You look absolutely stunning tonight, but I prefer the view I get when you’re above me, sitting on my dick.”

Serena instantly flushed red. She slapped my arm lightly and stepped away from me to grab a pair of black stilettos.

"When we get home, I want to see you wearing those and only those, baby." I crossed my arms and puffed out my chest like I was the authority on that.

She held my arm to balance herself while sliding the straps in place, and when she was done, she reached up and planted a kiss on my lips. “I love you,” she said.

I hadn't paid attention to her dress until now. "Why do you have to kill me like that?" I asked her. The dress hung on every curve Serena had without being too much. It was a black lace number with a gold sheath that peaked out from underneath. The back was high cut, but the front plunged into a V, accentuating her cleavage. I hadn't seen it before, but as she'd moved to strap the shoes, there was a slit in the dress that went to her upper thigh. It made me wonder what was underneath.

She laughed hysterically. “Come on, Odin. The quicker we get this over with, the quicker you can have your way with me.”

I grabbed her hand and led her to the elevator, her heels echoed around us all the way to the car.

I tried to bribe Serena on the way there. I told her we’d go, I’d make an obscene donation, and then we could leave. She didn’t find me funny and told me that patience was a virtue, and only good things come to those who wait. She was teasing me, but I wasn’t in the mood, which made her laugh harder. My wife was happy, and if it was at my expense, I didn’t care.

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Abullet in my brain would have been better than this torture.

Now I knew what Serena had meant when she had told me that the women often escaped to the restroom for a few minutes when they needed a break. I was done with this shit, and we were only two speeches in. They were so boring that I was busy trying not to fall asleep.

The bar was on the far side of the room. No one had told me to double fist my drinks before it closed, and I had nearly wanted to cry when I had seen the bartender put up a sign that the bar would resume after the festivities. Until then, I had to settle for cups of coffee. There was no comparison.

Politely clapping at the end of the last speaker, I leaned to my right. Whispering into Serena’s ear, I made sure she knew how unhappy I was. “We could have stayed home and been naked by now.” She didn’t look at me but closed her eyes and shook her head. Lorenzo hadn’t heard me, but he saw me whisper into his daughter's ear as he took a drink. His eyes narrowed at me, and I assumed he had a general idea of what I had said. I was having a private conversation with my wife, and he could just fuck right off for all I cared. He already had two drinks sitting in front of him.

The speeches ended, dinner was served, and eventually, the auction started. I should have seen it coming, but I didn't know why I expected anything different. The old horny women went for the young men. Even though the money was going for a good cause, it made me wonder if there were any boundaries.

About halfway through, they called Sergio to the stage. I chuckled to myself that he'd volunteered for these shenanigans. He was a good-looking bachelor from an upstanding family. They didn't know he was gay, and while I didn't give a fuck, it would cause severe trauma in a family that was already on shaky ground if it got out.

The bidding started at one thousand, and Sergio was an instant hit. He was taking it in stride, posing masculinely everyfew seconds. Most of the younger women topped out at twenty thousand, which made me question where this money was really going. Back-to-school shouldn’t cost a few million dollars. I’d ask Serena about the other details. I had donated twenty thousand when we had walked in the room so that they'd leave me alone. There had been a few married men to bid on tonight, and I didn’t intend to disrespect my wife like that.

It was when the bidding hit fifty thousand that my mind raced. An older woman, who had to have grandchildren, raised her marker at fifty-five thousand for Sergio. Serena instantly raised ours to sixty and then looked at me to confirm that it was alright. It was the first time I didn't care about money and nodded my head to let her know it was fine.

The older woman went to seventy-five thousand, and that’s when the lightbulb went off. Serena was raising the bid for her brother so that he wouldn’t be stuck with the old hag for an evening. These people were vicious, and while the hag might not expect a full-service date, she was going to ask for favors if she won. If Serena won, I'd expect to own Sergio’s ass as my bitch, at least for a little while.

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