Part Six Of course it did not seem real. The voice on the loudspeaker was talking about my wife. He was saying: ‘What am I bid for this beautiful young lady’s satin jacket. It is a designer jacket, size 8, worth at least £500, what am I bid. The highest bidder may go up on the stage and remove the jacket from the beautiful Fiona.’ I looked at my wife Fiona with a mixture of jealousy, sympathy and desire. She looked exquisite. The thickset man was still sniggering with his brutish friends. He caught my gaze and said; ‘What you staring at fellow, you think you got a chance with the bitch do you?’ I don’t know why I answered him, but it was male pride that spoke on my behalf: ‘I have more than a chance, she is my wife.’ The brute nearly died laughing at me: ‘What and you let her get up on stage and show herself off. You’ve got no chance tosser. She’s going to find what a real cock is. You have lost her you twat.’ With that he returned his beady-eyed gaze back upon the stage. Why my prick could swell at such ominous language, I don’t know. Time had no meaning. The bidding hit £300; the bidders called themselves the garage boys. Their bid was accepted. Not surprisingly, the thickest man of over six and a half-foot tall was their leader. My prick was fit to burst as he climbed up on stage, lizard like with all his tattoos, to remove Fiona’s yellow satin jacket. I watched, mesmerised as my little made up blonde wife stood very still, head bowed. The brutal ex con leered at her and smirked at the crowd, before turning his attention to my wife’s shimmering yellow satin jacket. His big hands took hold of the buttons and almost ripped them open. My wife’s 34d breasts jerked under the rough movements of his big brutal hands. As her jacket was pulled open, there were audible gasps at the site of the lingerie she was wearing underneath. The top part of her black full-length satin slip came into view; it was an expensive slip and fitted tightly around her breasts. An inch of pretty lace trimmed the slip’s bust and the sheer satin shimmered in the sunshine. Though she was wearing a satin bra under her slip, it was obvious that her nipples were very erect and pushing through two layers of expensive black satin. Fiona stood there; head bowed while the thuggish ex con pulled the satin jacket away from her slender very feminine shoulders. As he did so, the smallness of her fragile womanly body and jutting little breasts overwhelmed me. To the brutes crowded around me, the sight was just a reason to declare what a spoiled little slut she was and how much she deserved some serious cock. The thickset ex jailbird made the most of stripping off my wife’s designer satin jacket, ‘accidentally’ brushing her breasts and making her squirm- much to the audience’s delight. The brute stepped down from the stage with his prize. But the real prize for him and his friends was seeing Fiona on the stage with the top of her black satin full slip exposed and contrasting with the demure yellow satin of her tight knee length skirt, I could tell just how embarrassed my 30 year old little blonde wife was. But although I had cum only minutes earlier, I was once again aroused by the spectacle of her degradation. The black slip hugged her womanly torso, her nipples so pert under two layers of shimmering heavy satin. ‘Thank you, than you ladies and gentlemen. £300 so very generous. Now we are ready for bids on Fiona’s designer skirt. Let’s open the bidding at £100. Looking up at Fiona, I felt sorry for her.’ The crowd were an ugly mixture of young and old lower class men, and arrogant members of the local upper and upper middle classes- but all men, apart from some obvious working class slags who wanted to see a posh bitch humiliated in the respectable name of charity. The thug holding my wife’s designer jacket turned to me and said: ‘Yer know when yer bitches skirt comes off we are all goin'’ter get mean about her, we’ll have her cunt an yer won’t stop us. She’s a slut an we are going to fuck the bitch.’ My hand was in my pocket rubbing my prick. I knew they were going to fuck my wife and hurt her vagina and breasts, but I could not help being aroused by the thought.