Sharing Cindy
Chapter 16

This is part of the continuing true story of my wife and some of the adventures we have had over the years. While some people seem to have issues with wives who have sex with others, I for one find it extremely erotic to have such a highly sexual wife and wouldn’t change anything. Here is the latest adventure I would like to share with those like minded individuals.

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During the years that Cindy worked for the Harley dealer, we had many fun times that revolved around motorcycles and those people who ride them. This story however, is about a time her boss, Louie, asked her to help out at a fund raiser. This adventure led to several others over the next few months, making it a pivotal point in our lives.

If you have read any of my other stories, you know that Cindy is a cute brunette, about 5’4” with beautiful blue eyes and a very healthy set of boobs. It was because of her looks that she was asked by her boss to help out at fundraiser for the Ducks Unlimited organization. He told her she would be required to model clothing that would then be auctioned off.

She was nervous leading up to this night and was a little apprehensive about being around this crowd. While she liked to show off and had recently been topless in front of an entire group of bikers at a rally, she had been a little drunk and her inhibitions had been lowered. She knew she really couldn’t drink while working at this function, so she was stressing a little. She took her shower and came into the bedroom where I was kicked back on the bed, waiting to watch her get dressed.

Louie had asked her if she had a bikini and told her to bring it with her for the event. I asked about that and she told me that her job was to walk around the event as the emcee auctioned off the sporting goods that she was wearing. As each article of clothing was purchased, she was to take it off and present it to the highest bidder. Underneath it all she was to have on a bikini. I guess it gave some incentive to the men to bid for the clothes. My evil mind was working overtime as I thought about her walking around this large group of men staring at her while all she was wearing was her bikini.

She pulled out several different bikinis and asked me to help her select one. Of course I immediately chose her skimpiest one, but she shot that down right away. She wanted to wear a purple one that was pretty basic and, even though anything on her would look great, I told her it looked like she was going swimming with her grandmother. I finally convinced her to wear a leopard print bikini that had a top that could be adjusted from full coverage to covering very little depending upon how much you slid the material in. It could be set to just cover het nipples if that’s what you wanted. The bottoms were not a thong, but still left about half of her butt exposed. I figured that the men there would appreciate the choice and I couldn’t wait for her to get home to tell me how it went.

I spent the evening hanging out with a couple of buddies at the bar, but since she said the event would end at 11, I headed home to meet her there by 11:30. My mind was running wild thinking of her strutting around in that bikini and I knew she would be turned on by it, so I was expecting some great sex when she got home. She walked in about 2:00 a.m. and I could tell that she may have started on the great sex without me. Her hair was a mess and she had a huge smile on her face.

I looked at her and asked if she had been a bad girl. This had become our catchphrase that let me know she had been with someone.