1 comments/ 15889 views/ 7 favorites Gamble for One minute? Ch. 01 By: happywriter007 It was another visit. Another visit to Pete and Karen to talk about building their new deck. They have been really good customers, but they fall in the "high maintenance" category. You know, lots of questions, slow decision making, and frugal with their money. Anyway, I didn't have too much going on, so rounding up work was top priority. And they knew lots of people, so I had to stay on their good side. Here I was, visiting again, revised proposal in hand for this deck that would bridge the living room to the yard. If it was going to go through, it would be a nice project and in the area where I have lots of other customers, so visibility would be a side benefit. I rang the bell. Karen opened the door. She was in her late forties, but even so, she carries a charm that doesn't go unnoticed. She is also the frugal one, handles the money in the family and asks the hard questions. "Hi, I wanted to drop off the revised proposal for your deck," I said. Karen waved me in and said: "Oh great, we were expecting you, come on in." I took off my shoes and walked into the house. She walked ahead of me to the living room. It was a nice open space, lots of light and even though the house was right on the main road, it was very private. "Pete had to run off and get some last minute things, so he will look at this with me later." I handed her the proposal. It was a folder with a few simple sketches, and a detailed description of the materials I would be using and how some of the railing would interface with some of the existing structure. She took the folder and opened it on the table. It was a large antique table with matching wooden chairs. It was lower than a normal dining table, but still comfortable. She pointed at a chair at the head of the table and said: "Have a seat," and I politely accepted and sat down. She sat to my right on the long side of the table, so we could see the proposal together. We went through the proposal, page by page. Most of the stuff in the folder was already reviewed before, some small changes had been made, and some details were spelled out with more precision to make sure everybody understood what was going to be built. Sounds came up from behind us. Somebody was walking up the stairs and opened the door. The creaking of the treads of the old house underlined the character of the house. As she walked through the door she said: "Oh mom, did you see my yoga pants?" There stood her daughter, Laura. A cute blonde with a smile that would melt a glacier. She must have been about 22 or 23. "Yes, they are washed, maybe still in the drier?" her mother answered. I looked while Laura turned and walked down the hall to the laundry room. She has the prettiest legs, oh, how those tights suit her, I thought to myself. Karen shuffled the paper on the table. I caught her looking at me, a look with a thought behind it. A look that made me hastily comment on some detail we were discussing before the basement door opened. "Found it!" Laura exclaimed from the end of the hallway. I looked at Karen, just to make sure I wasn't going to get caught flatfooted again. Karen was getting up and while reaching out her hand, "here are the keys, make sure you drive safe." Laura smiled, another heartwarming smile and turned to the front door. Well, I guess I was a typical male, and looked at her darting out. It wasn't much of a display, but the glimpse was well worth it. When I looked back in front of me, I saw Karen looking at me. She smiled again, and said "You really like those legs don't you?" Crap! I thought to myself. "Was it that obvious?" "I have to admit, she is simply gorgeous, and with those tights, I am pretty sure she could cause a traffic accident by merely walking down the road." I tried to make a joke out of it, and Karen chuckled. "Just don't get any ideas, she has a boyfriend." She said. "And word has it that he has the stamina of a Rhino." I saw a documentary on TV about rhinoceros once; they can have sex for hours! So badly so, that some Asian countries sell ground up rhino tusk as an aphrodisiac... "Like me" I said under my breath. This conversation is getting weird I thought to myself. "O I heard that." Karen said while she sat back down. "I may be old, but I hear just fine." She laughed. The blood rushed to my face, I thought she was still a ways off when I said that. I moved around in my chair, uncomfortable with the situation. Karen was smiling again, that look with a thought... She said: "Well if you are so sure you have great stamina, I want to dare you to a bet." Oh, now this conversation is really getting weird. Now, how do you answer to something like that? I thought to myself. "What do you say?" she asked smilingly. I started stammering: "Oh, don't take this the wrong way, I find you attractive and all..." She didn't let me finish. "No, not sex with me, Pete would never approve." She continued: "No, I will give you a hand job, and if you blow your wad in less than a minute, I win." Pfff I thought to myself. One minute? That is barely worth it. I know I can last for way longer than that even doing the real thing. "A Single minute?" I asked, "That doesn't sound too long." "And if you win, what do you get?" I asked. Karen smiled, obviously thinking she had a live one here. She grabbed the last page of the proposal, and pointed at the bottom line. "I get 10% off, for getting you off in less than one minute." "And if I last longer?" I asked. "Then I will keep going and give you a mind blowing orgasm." I looked at her, smiled at her twinkling eyes and said, half-jokingly "And spread the rumor that I also have the stamina of a Rhino?" We both laughed. "Deal?" she asked. One minute, what can anyone accomplish in one minute? I thought to myself: She is kinda cute, but this one isn't going to do it for me. At the same time, a challenge like that was kind of exciting. And afterwards I could tell my friends that this married woman jerked me off! And who knows, maybe the rumor would even make it to my friends too! "OK, deal." I said. Karen rubbed her hands together, she was obviously excited. "And when did you have in mind to perform this competition?" I asked. "Why not now?" she asked me. "Laura is off to the gym and Pete won't be home for hours." I raised my eyebrows. That was an unexpected surprise, to have this boring visit turn into something fun like this. I smiled. Karen didn't really wait for an answer and said, "Let me just grab something," as she got up from her chair. She disappeared towards the back of the house and very quickly returned with a smallish bottle. While she walked back to me she was shaking it, as if that would improve her chances. I got up as she got near and asked: "Where do we go?" Karen frowned her eyebrows and tilted her head. "Why not right here?" She said. I looked around, looked at the windows that suddenly seemed to be Everywhere. But, the windows on the road side of the house were blinded with drapes and the windows on the back overlooked the ample yard. It was actually way more private than most homes. "And, I will even give you something to look at," she said while grabbing a framed picture from a window sill nearby. I had long noticed that picture. It showed Laura looking over her shoulder while reaching up to a tall horse. She was standing on tiptoes and - of course - wearing cream colored tights. Her slim calves poked out at the bottom and the muscles in her legs were straining, revealing every line. Her T-shirt was raised at her waist, showing more than half her ass with the beginning of a wedgy. "OK, these are the rules." Karen continued, while placing the picture on the table in front of me, just next to the last page of the proposal. "The time starts as soon as you are hard and you start counting." "I get to stroke however I like and from whatever angle." "And as soon as you come, you lose, unless you counted to sixty already." She laughed. The fact she was so certain of her case was a little discerning, but I was pretty sure I would need more time even if I tried. "What's wrong, are you chickening out?" She asked. "No." I said. "OK, why don't you stand up and drop your pants?" she said it more as a directive than as a question. I got up, slid the chair backwards and undid my belt, button and zipper. The jeans slid down my legs and my dick bounced once or twice. Karen grabbed the little bottle and squeezed something in her hand. "Lube." She said, with a serious look on her face. She moved her chair closer, such that her knees were almost hugging my right knee. She grabbed my dick with her right hand and rubbed the lotion on me. Her left hand came from below, fondled my balls gently. Oh, this feels good I thought to myself. This is actually really happening! "I guess you are a grower?" she said more to herself than to me, while she ass gently rubbing up and down. Nice! I thought to myself, she thinks I am small! It didn't take long and I started to feel the little tingle, the tingle that shows the first bit of excitement when you start to get hard. The hand kept moving, slowly, deliberately and with little pressure, but enough to wake things up. Oh, I wasn't 17 anymore, but given the right motivation, I had no problems. I just stood there, enjoying the gentle stroking I was getting. "Oh, you Are a grower!" she said cheerily as she was able to make her strokes longer and longer. Oh, this was really feeling good. The lube was all over, no idea what kind it was, but it was smooth and slippery. It showed no signs of drying and my dick and balls were coated with it. It was starting to make a little bit of a smacking noise. She woke me out of my reverie "You better start counting," she said while she looked up at me with a big smile. It struck me that her smile was somewhat like her daughters, just as pretty, just not as crisp and young. I started counting "One." And looked at the picture on the table. "Two." Her left hand let go of my balls. It traced my butt. "Three." All of a sudden a lot of things happened. I saw the smile in the picture; I felt a finger of her left hand slide in my butt. I bucked forward with my legs against the edge of the table, looked at Karen and saw a broad smile. Her knees pinched my right knee... "If you don't keep counting, I will win for sure." She giggled. "Four." I felt her finger pushing on my prostate. Oh, the bitch isn't playing fair! Whatever!! "Five." Y0es, by now I was rock hard and excited as could be. "Six." The motion on my dick became quicker. A lot quicker. And louder, smack, smack, smack as her hand tapped into the top of my sack "Seven." "Does it feel good?" She asked jokingly "Hope you can count to sixty." Oh, it felt good. Very good. Suddenly I was thinking of the 10%. Good, distraction, that is a good thing now, I thought to myself. "Eight." And her left hand kept on moving, kinda slowly, in and out, in and out, while gently pressuring my prostate. "Nine." The tingling in my balls was spreading, Crap, it never spreads this early in the game. I was starting to get worried. "Ten." Karen was obviously enjoying the show, she looked at my dick, smilingly, whipping her hand back and forth as if it was a sport. Actually to her it was. She was racing me! "Eleven." My legs pushed hard into the table, balls swinging back and forth above the table. "Twelve." Oh, this was feeling good, the slick motion on my dick, combined with the gentle pressure on the bottom of my ass, that felt simply enormous. Something to remember I thought to myself. "Thirteen." Oh, I can't be thinking hot thoughts! I scolded myself while uttering caveman style noises. "Fourteen." My butt muscles twitched and all I could hear was: smack, smack, smack, in rapid repetition. "Fifteen." Yes, now I was seriously starting to get worried if this was something I could win. "Sixteen." The picture was starting to wobble, oh she looks soo goood... "Seventeen." My dick could not possibly get any bigger and Karen was nowhere near getting tired yet. "Eighteen." The tingle that started in my balls was spreading upwards into my body, no idea where it was going, but it sure felt great. "Nineteen." "Oh, you are getting ready, I can feel something swelling back there." She said. WTF, what can she possibly be feeling back there? I couldn't speak. I could barely grunt out: "Huh?" "Twenty." I guess my counting must not have been too clear neither as she repeated what I said. "Twenty one." "I feel your prostate getting harder, that is a good sign," "For me" she added smilingly. "Twenty two." I looked at my poor dick. It was jutting out straight forward. The head was bright red. I couldn't help but notice that her pale pink nail polish looked good next to it "Twenty three." My knees were feeling weak, my legs were grateful to be leaning into the table. "Twenty four." I felt I was getting ready, the rush was incredible. I bet I was looking as hot as I could be. "Twenty five." Karen was obviously enjoying this; it gave her a sense of control. She liked looking at me I suddenly realized. "Twenty six." I felt the heat rising, I bucked back and forth, causing her finger to go in a bit deeper yet. "Twenty seven." I clamped down, trying to stop nature. "Twenty eight." The clamping was in vain, I felt it rising. I looked at the picture. If it was unavoidable, I was going to enjoy it to the max. "Twenty nine." A big spurt of white sperm shot out, a second, bigger spurt followed the first one. Karen cooed "Yesssss, there you go!" The sperm fell all over the paper. A bit landed on the picture frame. "Thirty." I whispered. I felt beat, beat to have come like that, beat to have lost to this woman and her tricks. "That was an expensive hand job!" I said. Karen laughed, "A great investment of my time." while she was wiping her hands on some paper towel. "Guess you are no Rhino." she said giggly. Crap, I thought, she will spread the rumor that I can't even hold it together for 30 seconds! I felt sick to my stomach as I started pulling up my pants and tucking my rapidly shrinking dick back in. It felt good. I felt good to pack it back up. It felt safe. I sort of rushed to get out of there. Karen kept giggling and joking never to underestimate the power of a woman, especially one that has you by the balls. She wiped the sperm off the picture frame and set it back in the window. On the way home, I thought about my visit. They seem to be kind of conservative people, so I was sure this info was going to be kept under wraps. After all, I am sure they don't want their friends to know that Karen, Pete's wife, got in the pants of their carpenter. To be continued? Gamble for One minute? Ch. 02 Continued from "gamble for one minute I." - This is a straight up continuance of the last. Without reading this first, you will miss some -actually a lot- of the background. ***** Next day the phone rings. The caller ID says Pete & Karen. Crap, I thought to myself. Not knowing what this call was going to be about, I answered the phone with a bit of nervousness. It was Pete. Pete was kind of a direct fellow. He asked questions straight out. In his usual style, he said: "You didn't drop off the sample railing, did you?" It was true, in the heat of the moment I forgot to leave the sample railing I had planned to show Pete and Karen. "Can you possibly stop by later and drop it off?" I looked at my schedule and said, "Sure, I can stop by after work, around six." "Great" Pete said. I pulled into the driveway at six. I was glad to see that Karen's car was not there. I could feel my heart beat in my throat as I reached to ring the doorbell. Immediately the door swung open and Pete - with a broad smile - said: "Great to see you, I was almost afraid you wouldn't come back." My heart sunk into my shoes. Crap, she must have told him. He was laughing loudly and said: "You didn't know Karen's tricks did you?" He continued: "Don't feel bad, I can't withstand her tricks neither and I am way old compared to you." Crap, can this day get any worse? I thought to myself. These people look conservative, but they surely have some non-conventional thoughts about sexuality. Can this conversation be even more uncomfortable? Thoughts raced through my mind. Pete continued: "When I bug her too much for sex, that is what I get," "one hell of a consolation prize" he smiled proudly. "Here, sit down," as he pointed to the chairs at the table. As soon as we sat down, a car pulled into the driveway. It was Karen. The door swung open wildly and both Karen and Laura stepped in laughingly. To me, it was obvious they were talking about me when they pulled up. Laura dropped her bag in a lazy chair. "So, I hear you like my legs!" she said with an air of triumph. I could feel my face turning beet red. I was starting to sweat. She made a couple of hopping steps and twirled her hot body in front of me. I couldn't help but stare and tried to say something but nothing sensible came out. Karen burst out laughing at my response. "I guess that is a yes." she said to Laura, way too loud to my liking. Laura giggled and asked me: "I want to know, are these yoga pants your favorite?" as she turned her back on me, looking over her shoulder to see my reaction. I tried to gain my composure. I suggested I would go get my railing sample to show them. "Sure." Karen said kindly. I almost ran out of the room to my truck. I dragged myself back into the house, holding the piece of railing in front of me, as if it would defend me against the onslaught. Luckily we mostly talked about the project, the focus was on the railing and now the price was reduced by 10%, it was a productive meeting that actually focused on when and how. A week later, I get a call if I would like to pick up my deposit check. It was Pete. He was anxious to get this project rolling and asked if I could come get it tomorrow, Saturday. I agreed. Around 10:00 AM I pulled into the driveway. I rang the doorbell and Laura, with her super cute smile, opened the door. The coffee pot was on the table and Pete waved me on, "Want to join us in a cup of coffee?" "Sure!" I said and sat down at the table. I sat in the same seat as before, I realized as soon as I sat down. The stained contract was on the table. We talked about the start date and some of the other particulars such as where to stash our supplies. Karen had this look on her face. She was smiling. She obviously had something on her mind. When the conversation slowed she looked at me and asked: "Want to gamble again?" "No!" I said a little too loud and a little too quickly. Everybody chuckled. "You didn't like Karen's trick?" Pete asked me chuckling. "No, it was a setup." I said. "Oh, you really didn't enjoy yourself, I noticed." Karen joked. "And you didn't like looking at my picture when you came, you pervert?" Laura asked laughingly. Crap, they know everything. I had no privacy left! And they appear to be such conservative people! What a sham, I thought to myself. Karen just kept on pushing: "We just have to raise the stakes." "Not interested." I said. "What if you could win your discount back?" Pete offered. "And you may have some rules too." Karen suggested. Mmmm I thought to myself. "He looks interested." Laura said smilingly. "Well," I started "If I could win my discount back, that would be a good thing." "OK," Karen said "Let me summarize the rules." "If you last more than one minute, you get your discount back. If you lose, you give us another 10% discount." I spoke up: "And I don't want this super high speed hand job, that pushes me over the edge waaaay too fast." While I said this, I thought to myself, I am going to have a much better chance since I jerked myself off this morning - thinking of Laura and her tights off course, but that is beside the point. "OK, only one stroke per count, but otherwise I can do what I want." Karen said. By now, everybody, including myself was smiling. "And we can all watch" Pete said. A stroke of panic hit me. I will be undressed in my most vulnerable state and they will be watching? "No Way!" I almost yelled. Karen smiled. "If it makes you nervous, maybe it will help your odds?" Oh, yeah, I didn't think of that. Also, they already have quite the story to rumor about, so I don't have much to lose. And if I am already empty, with my new attitude and knowing what to expect, I should easily last more than some measly 60 seconds. Everyone looked at me. They were smiling, but full of anticipation. As soon as I said: "OK" Laura said, "Hold on, wait for me, I will be right back." As she darted off to the basement stairs. Karen got up too. "I have to get something." And walked off to the back of the house. I was left at the table, with Pete having way too much fun grinning at me. I started to doubt if this was such a good idea... In almost no time, Karen was walking back to Pete and me, still sitting at the table. She was shaking a smallish bottle again; pink this time, she was shaking it with the vigor of a stressed poker player. As soon as she sat down, the basement stairs creaked as someone rushed up the stairs. It was Laura, dressed in snow white tights and an almost as white stretchy turtleneck. "I wanted to be comfortable" she said smilingly. Oh, if that was comfortable, I wish she would wear comfortable clothes all the time. Maybe it was comfortable, as it fit her like a second skin. She sat down across the table. In her tight turtle neck, it was obvious that she had smallish breasts, super perky, but smallish. Too bad she isn't standing anymore, I thought to myself. "OK, are we still on?" Karen asked. I swallowed. "Yes." I said. Karen giggled nervously, "OK, you know what to do." As she looked expectantly in my eyes. I got up, undid my belt, my button, my zipper and let my jeans slide down to the ground. Karen smiled and popped the cap off the little bottle she brought. She squeezed some in her hand and started rubbing it on my dick. It was smooth, soft, and it even smelled good. She started trying to get my dick to life, rubbing all over, slowly, with some pressure but mostly focusing on pulling. Her left hand cupped my balls and made them roll all over each other. It was very, Very pleasant. Then Laura spoke up. "Ok mom, hold on, I want to add to this too, this is kinda hot. And we already know he likes my legs, so let me see if I can add a bet to the bet?" No way I thought, what is this chick thinking? This is a level of poker I am not used to and now she is going to add some rules? Karen giggled. "Sure, tell us what you would like to add." By now, I was fully hard. If Laura wouldn't have started talking, I would have started counting and slowed Karen's hand way down. "OK, let him guess if I am wearing underwear. If I am wearing a bra, and he guesses right, he deducts 5 seconds, if he is wrong, he adds 5 seconds. Same for undies" Laura giggled. Note, she was wearing her skin-tight tights and turtle neck. My eyes were trying to pierce through her clothes already and I was wishing she would stand up. "And how are we going to verify?" Karen asked. "Oh, I will show, sort of." She said mystically. "Deal?" Karen asked while looking at me. Her left hand tapped my balls a little too hard to bring me back to reality while her right hand kept stroking at a medium pace. "Yes!" I answered enthusiastically. After all, I had wanted to see this chick with less clothing on ever since the first time I noticed her. This was a sure chance to get at least some of that wish come true. "Are we going to count now?" Karen asked me. "One." I said a little too loud. Slow stroke all the way up and all the way down followed. "Two." And as I expected, my balls were released and I felt a greased finger knocking at the back door. "Three." My legs made solid contact with the table and I looked across the table at Laura. "Four." Laura obviously liked the attention and reacted with "OK, out with it, bra or no bra?" Meanwhile she reached her hands up as high as she could stretch. Crap, she looks good. Yes, her boobs were smallish, but they were perky. Waaay perky. Even without imagination you could see her nipples push the fabric up. "Five," as a definite pressure on my prostate was established. And a slooow stroke up and sloooowly back down was administered. Laura twirled her body on the other side of the table. She obviously loved the attention. She knew she was hot, but to be dressed and hot in front of mostly naked me, that added a whole new dimension. "Bra or no bra?" She almost sang out. "No bra." I blurted and quickly counted "Six." After all, I could almost see her nipple poking out. She looked disappointed as another slooow slide up and down happened on my dick. She grabbed her water glass and poured half of it on her shoulder. "Seven." Counted Karen. It was obvious I could not count and she wanted her next 10% so the stroking had to continue. The wet shirt made it really obvious that there was no bra. Good, I gained 5 seconds I did not have to endure to win. Oh, how great she looked! She liked the look on my face, and Karen took every bit of advantage she could get. She almost yelled at Laura: "You couldn't hold out for more than a few seconds?" "You know that the tease is stronger than the flesh, you slut" she added. Oh, now things are getting uncomfortable, I thought to myself. But neither Pete - who was obviously enjoying himself with the spectacle in front of him - nor Laura even appeared to be unnerved by the rash Karen just doled out. "Eight." Karen almost sounded bored. Oh, I wasn't bored. I got my dick stroked, tightly, slowly, with whatever lube that was, and openly was able to look, stare, ogle was the better word, at partially soaked Laura without getting in trouble. "Nine." Laura had gotten up and crouched her back, like a cat, it was amazing how flexible her yoga classes made her. She placed a foot on the table, with her right side towards me. Her tights hugged her, showing every line. "Ten." Laura said: "I am going to arch my back, and roll my hips forward, and as soon as I reverse the motion, you have to guess if I have undies on or not." "Eleven." Strooooke up, stroooooke down. Her back arched, slowly tipping her hips forward, and since her legs didn't move, her muff just had to move down. Holy shit, I thought to myself. This chick is amazing. She actually likes to be watched like this, by some helpless dude with his dick in her mother's hands! "Twelve." I could barely focus. Her muff made an obvious bump in her tights by the time she was done arching her back. You could almost see two lines that would have defined her lips. "Thirteen." It was Pete who interrupted my contemplating. "So, is it starting to work yet?" he asked. Huh? What is working? Your wife is an expert massager, that I can't deny, I thought to myself. "The lube, is it getting warm yet?" he asked. "Fourteen." "Come to think of it, my dick is way hot, and my balls and my ass too!" I almost yelled. He grinned. "It is the pink stuff, it warms as the excitement builds, and leaves you with a surprise too." he grinned some more. Chuckled actually. "Fifteen." And another bottom to tip and back. Oh, that feels good, hot or not, it is still slippery and that no guy can deny. "What will it be, undies or not?" Laura asked, almost annoyed. Oh, her profile looked hot, way hot. Rather than just roll over, I said: "I can't decide, do it again!" "Sixteen." She smiled while a trip up and down was completed on me. She stuck her wet boob towards me, knowingly showing off her super erect cold nipple and crowned and arched her back. Oh, she looks soo fine with all that female definition and a smile that, what was it? Could melt an ice berg? "Seventeen." She dipped her hips extra deep. I had to guess something. "Undies or not?" "I guess undies." Because I figured she didn't want to show her muff in front of her parents. "Eighteen." She just stood there, muff down, while I got another hot, long, slow stroke "Nineteen." Now it was Karen that wanted an answer too. "OK, out with the proof." She said. "Tweeennnntyyy." I said, while Laura teasingly slowly slid down her tights. She was shaven, but only a little bit. A respectable description would be that she kept a "cover". No wonder I guessed underwear, her fuzz hid some of the definition. I was glad to see she was a natural blonde. "Twenty one." And how many strokes did I have to endure, with this hot blonde that was rocking her slightly covered muff in front of me? I wondered... Karen said enthusastically: "You are wrong! That adds 5 seconds back to the challenge!" and gave me a couple of quick left hand rubs... Just to make the point. "Twenty two." I wished really hard that I couldn't feel a thing. I looked down, my dick was hard and the tip was way red. Must be the funky lotion, I thought to myself, just trying to come up with an excuse for why I looked soo excited, so quickly. "Twenty three." Laura was getting comfortable and now was twirling away, trying to get me to pay attention to her and her mix of slow and quick moves. I bet she is one hell of a dancer, I thought to myself. My breath almost choked, as I got the corresponding slide up, and down... "Twenty four." She was getting way comfortable. Karen now actually egged her on, realizing that I wasn't making as much progress as I was last time, and she was a competitive woman, she had her mind set on getting my sperm out, and soon, and was going to get there whatever way. "Step on the chair, put a foot on the table, and do your yoga stretches!" she almost yelled at Laura. "Twenty five." So while I was enduring -oh, it was enduring by now, I was just hanging on by a thread- my slooow stoke up and down, Laura hopped on the chair, half angle to me, and reached out both hands towards her foot on the table. It gave me a magnificent view of her legs, her arching body and everything in between. WTF, she does all this, naked, in front of her parents? I thought to myself... But what did I care? It was me who got to see what I wanted! "Twenty six." She is sooo oh, caveman noise after caveman noise as Karen's hand slid up and downhill. She is soo comfortable doing all this with everyone watching. "Twenty seven." Laura laughed and said: "Never thought this would be this much fun." and with a serious twinkle in her eye, added: "And such a hot thing to do!" slippery slide up and slippery slide down. "I actually am getting wet doing this" she winked at me. "Twenty eight." As if I needed to hear that!! I had a hard - aaaahhhh as Karen's hand moved up and down - hard enough time holding it together without knowing that this chick was actually getting hot herself! "Twenty nine." "Do that again!" Karen whispered to Laura. "He liked that." Laura turned around so she would make the same move but now downhill, since her stretch would now go to her foot on the chair. Yes, it was impossible to look elsewhere, the arches, curves, definition. It was a whirlwind. And it turned into a hurricane somewhere mid-way, as Karen's hands moved in their paths. "Thirty." Karen wasn't smiling. She said: "It's not working, last time he lost it before we got to thirty." I smiled and thought to myself, well, that is what happens if you leave a boy alone and no one is there to watch over him. He plays with himself, and that aaaaactuallyyyyy -Oh, Karen still had her control- actually makes this game a little more fun. "Thirty one." Karen was thinking, it was obvious by the look on her eyes. "Maybe it is my time to gamble." She said. Sllloooowwww Sssstrooookkkkee uuuup, slllloooow doooown. As if I wasn't paying attention. She continued: "When we set out the rules, I could only stroke once per count." "But it was not actually defined that the counts needed to be exactly a second apart, right?" She asked. "Thirty two." Karen counted, and she gave me a quick up and down. "Thirty three." And another quick one. Crap, I thought to myself, she just gives up the time and is going to give the last half minute worth of strokes in just a fraction of that. "Thirty four." And another super rapid move up and down. She kept her grip quite tight, but with the lube, that didn't slow her down. It did however, make things more intense for me! "Thirty five." And she almost got into her old rhythm, it actually smacked and sounded slobbery. "Thirty six." I noticed Laura had stepped on the table with both feet and was maneuvering around the suspended lights - and coffee cups - toward me. "Thirty six." Smack, smack. "Thirty seven." Smack, smack. Oh, this totally was going the wrong way. I had a gorgeous, mostly naked, chick standing right in front of me, giving me the view of a life time (well, almost, but one I would have paid twice 10% for) while her mom is trying to get me off in a desperate way. And all I have to do, is not collapse. I smiled. Karen saw me smile. She sneakily didn't count and gave me a few super rapid ones. "Don't get cocky now" she said. "Oh, nice pun!" I grunted caveman style, as I glanced at my dick. I wonder, can it get any bigger? I wish I was always this big. Never mind the reddish hue, that is something that looks somewhat unnatural. "Thirty six." Karen counted as she administered another quick wack wack double dipper. "Hey, not fair!" I cried uncle. "No, not fair for sure, you get to ogle all over my naked daughter and I am getting ignored!" Karen chuckled. Smack, smack, smack to emphasize the point. Oh, I was getting way ready. "How are you getting ignored?" "I think nature proves that you are not missing anything you are looking for." Pete was grinning ear to ear. He was loving the spectacle and the power shift back and forth. I bet he was also glad to see someone else in Karen's hands that was as desperate as he must have been at times. "Thirty seven." "Oh, you are breaking the rules!" I almost yelled, while looking down Karen's shirt. She was older, but, just like her daughter, perky in such a way that it would make her friends jealous. "Thirty eight." Smack, smack. Rapidly followed by: "Thirty nine." Smack, smack. "Does that mean you want to stop this challenge?" Crap! Now what? I have a dick that is loaded to the hilt and a hottie standing in front of me, while her mom has my dick in her hand. And I want to walk away from that? Gamble for One minute? Ch. 02 A little pause, that seemed to last long enough to grow a twig into a tree, at least from my point of view. "Thirty one." She obviously was breaking all the rules. She couldn't even count anymore. But she continued, smilingly and how she was positioned, her rapidly moving right hand was making her right boob jiggle. I gave up. "Thirty two." Oh, it was sooo obvious that the change in speed totally changed the power dynamics. "I guess I better look straight ahead" I said out loud as my eyes followed the exact contours of Laura's tan lines. I thought to myself: I will never get this chance again, to simply stare and feel, and try not to have buckling knees. Pete burst out laughing. He had been grinning for a while, but now he really laughed. "Not so easy when my wife has you by the balls, right?" he asked. Crap, how am I supposed to answer that? I have an oncoming volcano to try to control, and as faith may have it, it is actually located in his wife's hand! "Just give up the counting." I said to Karen, getting my share of birds-eye-view shots of her shirt. "Oh, I already did, out loud at least." "You would have been at 76, if I would have counted fairly." "What the hell?" Laura asked, "That is not even past a minute, and you guys are tossing in the towel?" "Oh, no, I am not tossing anything." Karen answered. "He is the one who is going to toss something really soon. I can feel it." She wasn't kidding. I was on fire. I don't think it is healthy to be this engorged! And as if I had anything to do with it, I could feel the steam rising. My thighs bucked into the table. My head kicked back, and spurt One, followed by a bigger spurt Two landed on the table. Laura said: "I was wondering if he would shoot it all the way over to me, but I guess I was too far away." To this day, I still hear those words and wonder if she was disappointed. "No," Karen said, "He is too much of a gentleman." "GENTLEMAN???" Laura yelled. "Nice gentleman, dick in my mom's hand, ogling all over me and making a mess out of our dining room table!" She grinned stealthily too. It was obvious that everybody but me felt like a winner. I felt good, because where do you get this kind of orgasm? But the circumstances were rapidly coming back to me. Luckily, Pete came to the rescue. He said: "That was a great show." "I really enjoyed watching it and know that the girls thought it was great too." Yes, they were very bubbly, smiling and trying to get everything tidy again. "I think that in our own way, we all won." He said. Oh, as if I was going to argue that point! I got to shoot it off, hands free, with two women nearby, one hot enough to stop another ice age and the other skilled enough to put the word -women- in its own chapter in the encyclopedia? "So where does this leave our 10%?" Karen asked me. "I think we need to call a spade a spade and a heart a heart" I said. "Money wise, nothing changed. And heart wise, I think we all got what we wanted." Really, did I just say that? Me, the big negotiator? Guess she didn't have me by the balls anymore! Karen didn't react. She asked Laura: "And what are you going to tell Mark?" I guess Mark was her boyfriend, and I was way curious where this would go. Laura answered: "Oh, I will tell him: This dude was so desperate to fuck me, he allowed my mom to jerk him off at the dinner table!" "Oh, and of course, I had to egg him on a little." As she flashed her signature smile. Everybody laughed. Except for me. I was worried to even meet this Mark character. What if he would start rumors? Pete made it easy. He said: "Well, we all know that my daughter is a wanted girl. And I know that my wife is a wanted girl too!" He smiled very proudly. This time, I wasn't in such a rush to leave. But with my clothes back on, I was mighty hot. As I said goodbye, Pete suggested: "Don't add water, that will make it burn." As Karen burst out laughing. To be continued? Gamble for One minute? Ch. 03 Make sure to read part I and part II, you will miss the background without it. ***** It was Monday, I was picking up supplies at the lumberyard for today's project. While loading the 2x4's, I noticed this guy glancing at me, twice actually. He didn't look familiar to me, but there are a lot of people that know me and I am not too good with names or faces. I secured the load and headed into the office to sign for the stuff and get my receipt. He was waiting for me outside and said, just before I hopped in my truck, "Mark told me all about your visit to his girlfriend last week." He was smiling ear to ear. He was one of those little guys that naturally tried to make up what they were short by hassling others. "I have no idea what you are talking about." "I don't even know this Mark dude you are referring to." I told the little guy while I slammed the door shut. "Oh, he said that you couldn't even last a minute standing before his girlfriend!" WTF I thought to myself, this dude has no idea how I was tricked into that mess, so I replied angrily: "I wonder how you would do if her mom was jerking you off while she dropped her tights!" I started the truck. Put it in gear, and noticed this little guy just turning white out of amazement. His mouth dropped open. If it wouldn't have been attached, his jaw would have hit the pavement! Crap, he didn't know, and I just gave that detail away. Nice Monday morning!! I cursed to myself and drove off, a little too fast. During the drive to the jobsite, I replayed the scenarios one after another. Maybe I just had to accept that these folks were super un-conventional, at least in their view of sexuality. To them this may be just a big joke, I mused to myself, quite annoyed. "HOOOONNNKK!" it sounded from ahead of me. Some truck just honked at me and I saw a glimpse of the dude waving and just laughing out of control. No idea who it was, but since there was a bunch of plywood in back, I guess another one of Mark's buddies. Great, I thought to myself. Now I have a reputation that I will never live down. But then, I could always counter any of their comments with: "How many times did Laura dance for you?" That would shut them up for sure. I pulled up to the job. It was time to put these thoughts aside and get to work. As the week went on, I ran into countless folks that would make sneering comments. Some funny, some not funny at all. But, I thought to myself, they either have too little going on themselves, or are simply jealous. I made sure not to give any of them much for extra food for thought though. It was time to start the deck project. With supplies and tools in back, I headed over to Pete and Karen's place. It was a little early though, and I remembered Karen asking not to start exceedingly early. She liked her night's rest to last as long as possible. Off course, my mind was full of thoughts as I approached the place. Maybe it would be a good idea to empty out, just since I had the time, and to make sure I didn't get my horny self in trouble again? I found a private parking spot and started rubbing myself. Oh, with thoughts of skintight tights, it didn't take long to get ready. Knock, knock. My heart skipped a beat, two actually as I jumped in my seat and got yanked back to reality. I looked over. There was the face of Laura, the face I was just fantasizing about, sweet enough to give an alligator cavities, looking into my window. She had her hands up next to her shoulders and asked "What are you doing?" as I tried to make myself presentable as soon as possible. As I tucked everything away, I rolled down the window. "What are you doing?" she asked again. By now my face was beet red. I stammered something that was supposed to sound like a question to her, where did she come from? She ignored the question and said: "My parents are looking forward to you starting today. I just ran out for some fresh baguettes and saw your truck here. I was afraid that you were starting a job somewhere else, so I stopped." She smiled again, as she said: "Little did I know that you were indeed starting a job here" and giggled. "Let's go, I am sure that by now the coffee is ready." As we walked in, Laura told Karen and Pete: "Guess who I found on my way back from the store?" It was a question that needed no answer, and everything would have been fine if she would have left it at that. But I so had underestimated their non-conservative attitude. She continued and said: "And guess what I found him doing in the back of the parking area?" as she smiled with a telling look on her face. Karen picked right up on that one. "Oh, I know right what was happening, and I bet I can even guess just who he was thinking about in the middle of that." she said. My face was beet red, that alone gave everything away. Nice start of the project I thought to myself. "Coffee?" Karen asked as she poured me a cup. No, I really didn't want coffee, I really wanted out of there and to just go to work, but that did not seem to be a possibility, not right now. So, I accepted the coffee and as soon as I reasonably could get away from these crazy people, I did. Outside, at last, I thought to myself. And with all that pent up energy, I got to work with a vengeance. At the end of the day, I looked over what I had accomplished. I was very happy with the progress I had made. Part of the frame was up and you could start to imagine what it would look like when it was done. It had been a hot day and as usual, I had taken my shirt off. My shoulders were slightly burnt by the sun and I was in desperate need of a shower. Karen noticed I had cleaned up the tools and was getting ready to call it a day. She came out and was full of smiles. "Looks great!" she said. "Take a quick dip in the pool to freshen up and have a beer with us." She sounded real. And I had already been eyeing that pool, not only because earlier that afternoon Laura decided to swim a few laps and work on her tan. No, words could not describe how good she looked with that bright yellow bikini. But it was work time and there was just enough distance between the deck and the pool that I could stay focused, more or less. After a few lazy laps, I was starting to get cold. The pool was unheated and it was still early in the season. I hopped out and tried to shake some of the water off. "Towel?" Laura asked, holding out a neatly folded towel. I accepted happily and dried myself off. As I stepped in the door, Karen said: "you can just leave your wet things by the door." Crap I thought, is this all a trick to get me naked again? "Oh, don't be so shy, we have all seen you naked already, and you must be getting cold." Karen giggled. That was true, and my wet shorts were definitely cold now the sun had gone behind the trees. With a sigh, I took my wet shorts off. "What is the deep breath for?" Karen asked smilingly. It was obvious she had something on her mind. "We already know you are a grower, so you don't have to be embarrassed now you are cold." she giggled. Oh, I could feel the blood rise to my face. I quickly glanced down and no joke, I didn't think it could get that small. I sort of draped my towel around me as Pete pointed at the open beer that was sitting on the table. "You made a lot of progress." He said. "It looks great!" and we had a brief conversation about next steps and how the new and old would blend even though there would be a color difference. Karen walked towards us at the table. I could have imagined it, but I was sure she had something on her mind and she was just waiting to bring it up. "Oh, My!" she exclaimed. "You are all burnt by the sun!" It was true, it wasn't too bad when I was still outside, but now it really started to show. "Oh, I will be allright." I said. "No, this is not good, Laura go get that suntan lotion you took downstairs yesterday." she asked Lauren. I didn't trust what was happening, and asked: "That better not be that pink lotion you used on me the last time" I said. She grinned, Pete grinned. "Oh, you didn't like that?" she asked mockingly. "No, not at all, the heat seemed to get worse for a long time after, before it faded." I said. "What was that stuff?" "It is called: Linger, Zinger" she said. "And it is supposed to make sure you don't forget what you just got." She giggled. "And I guess, it hit the mark." Laura came back with the suntan stuff. It was indeed ordinary suntan lotion, with aloe vera, it said on the label. Still I was weary about this situation. "So, why do you all of a sudden want to ease my dis-comfort if last time you wanted to make sure I left hyper un-comfortable?" I asked. I didn't trust this situation at all. She was up to something. I asked: "Are you just trying to get your hands on me?" I remembered her look at me when she made me count. It was very obvious she liked looking at me then. And now, I was wearing even less than I was then. I looked up at her, rubbing the suntan stuff on my shoulders, expecting a reply. She just smiled. I was super curious as to her thoughts. "OK, out with it!" I said. "What is on your mind?" By now all three of us, Pete, Laura and I were looking at her. "Oh, I was just thinking about the burn on your shoulders." She said. "Nice side step." I said. "We all know that wasn't what was on your mind." "Yes mom, tell us, you can't be the only one having fun here." Laura said. "Well, if you must know, I was thinking of that wrestling match we saw in Vegas, where the couple was shiny with oil." "Ooohh," Pete and Laura went. I wasn't exactly sure what they were talking about but assumed they went to an adult show and oil was part of the scheme. "Yeah" Laura said, "She got him good!" Now it was my turn to be curious, and asked: "Let me guess, they were both naked?" Karen nodded. "And the girl suckered an orgasm out of the guy?" I asked. "No, not exactly" Karen answered. "So what happened?" I asked, while I looked at her face, trying to unearth the thought on her mind. Pete seemed to know already where this was headed. "You can't possibly be thinking these thoughts, Karen." He said. "He is almost twice your size." Crap, I thought. Somehow her massaging the suntan lotion on my shoulders made her think of putting her hands all over me in a wrestling match! While Karen wiped her hands and the remaining lotion on a towel, I looked at her and thought to myself, yeah a wrestling match with her would be over in three seconds flat. I am a strong guy and while she may be in great shape, I must be almost double her weight. "True." Karen said. "But then, if I would enlist some help..." as she looked over at Laura. Laura didn't need any prodding: "Yes!" she almost yelled. She was obviously excited, her smile was all over. WTF? These chicks want to wrestle me? "Pete, you can't possibly be OK with this?" I unbelievingly asked Pete. "Oh, you have no idea." he said. "This is some kind of foreplay, and later, I am going to take over where you leave off." The look on his face wiped away any doubt I could have had. These people really, really, really have some unorthodox beliefs as to sexuality. Still, I was way leery about where this was going to go. After the two last events -while fun and the core of many fantasies- I felt way taken by Karen and I wasn't going to agree just like that. "OK, so what happened to the guy in vegas?" I asked. "Oh, she tied him up and took his orgasms." Karen replied. "Was that orchestrated and fake?" I asked. "No, the regular guy somehow didn't show up, so they found some guy in the audience to take his place." "He just had no idea what he got himself into" Karen giggled. "So, let me guess," I said, "you want to wrestle me and if I lose, I get tied up." "Exactly, and we can do whatever we want." Karen replied. "So, what do I get when I win?" I asked. "Well, if you last more than five minutes without getting tied up, I am more than sure that you got your share of grabs to make it worth your while" Karen answered. Laura was listening attentively with a smile that went from ear to ear. I looked up at Pete. Pete too was way smiley. It was Laura who got up and took my hand. She led me to the living area where the thick rug took the space between the oversized lazy chairs. "Never mind the towel, you are completely dry." she said as she took my towel and tossed it on a chair. Karen was close behind and was already loosening the buttons on her shirt. It was hard to tell who was more excited, Karen or Laura. I just sat there, on my knees, watching these girls strip in a hurry. Laura was a knockout, that was for sure. But Karen, while older, was definitely worth a second look. Or a third. I could not keep from looking at her. Her firm breasts looked soo much better now she didn't have those conservative clothes on. As she stepped out of typical grandma underwear, I almost gasped. She had shaved too, in the design of a V, as if I needed that type of stimulation. I looked at Pete. "You are a lucky guy!" I said. "I now know where Laura gets her looks!" I exclaimed. "I bet this is the best kept secret in the valley." I said more to myself as to anyone else while looking at Karen. Pete grinned and was proud as a peacock. "OK, Pete, You keep time." Karen said as she lunged forward and dragged my head down to the rug. It was a thick rug, with great under-padding, but still I was surprised by Karen's aggression. Her boob was right next to my cheek. I grabbed her around the waist and was surprised how toned she was. While she might have been a light weight, she surely was mostly muscle. I didn't waste any time and while rolling tried to slip my hand up her leg. I could feel the bristle of some fuzz, but not for long as my feet were getting pulled straight away from me. With a couple kicks I got my feet loose again, but was disoriented with the number of hands grabbing me. I saw Karen's boob flashing by and grabbed what I could. She was firm, with very small nipples, and -maybe I imagined it- she held still for a second while I started to roll her nipple between my finger and thumb. It was Laura who got a hold of my wrist and yanked it away. She put her weight on it and while giggling said, "There, that teaches you not to be fondling my mom." Oh, sweet goodness, some punishment to see that skinny tan body that close up. And, I still had one hand free. I grabbed her left butt cheek and squeezed it. She giggled some more and wriggled wildly. That only served to loosen my grip and somehow -right somehow- my hand slipped between her legs, felt a bit of a bristle and dove into some soft, moist spot. "AAAAHHHH" she shrieked "He got me!" I knew she was hot, felt hot to wrestle me, but never had expected her to be wet!! I found a hand starting to stroke me. It took all the strength out of me, it felt soo good. The girls used the reprieve to get themselves situated. I felt some rope ensnare my legs. I kicked but somehow it just seemed to tighten itself. Some weight came off of me and I figured out that just Laura was on me. I rolled over with her even though my feet were tied to something and grabbed her boobs, both at the same time. She giggled. "Mom, you can't leave me here!" she exclaimed. The small breasts were quite the sight, and even more so now I had my hands cupping them. Just as I was starting to deliver a good pinch on her nipples, I found Karen all over me, forcefully pulling me off her daughter. I reached forward, but my tied feet were holding me back. I held on to Karen, and pulled her closer. After all, I was bent on getting my hands on her breasts, even if it was just for a second. Laura climbed on my back, but with her limited weight, I could still envelope Karen in my arms. I reached for her boobs, but she twisted out of reach. Her twist however, put her lower belly right in front of me. "Oh, AAAHHH" she uttered, as I plunged my tongue between her fuzz. Looking back, I can't believe I did that, but right then, I didn't have time to think, and took my chance. She tasted way good and again -maybe it was just wishful thinking- she seemed to hold still for a few seconds so I got a good few laps in. With a rough tumble, caused by Lauren, I lost my grip on Karen. By now, all of us were panting. Both girls were holding on to my wrists, stretching my arms above my head. I rolled over, but it didn't free me. I felt some rope slipping over my hands and suddenly, the girls started giggling as I was stuck! "Haha, got you!" Karen said. All of a sudden, I realized, we had not discussed what was going to happen next. "So, now you are going to bet my release on if I can hold out for sixty seconds again?" I asked. A lot of giggling was the result. As I was trying to look what was going on, Laura sat on my chest, held my ears in each hand. Karen was nowhere to be seen. I felt something jiggling and tugging on my dick and balls though, so that must be were she was at. It wasn't comfortable, it actually almost hurt, so I moved as much as the ties allowed me. "Laura, can't you do something to hold him still?" "Can't you distract him for a moment?" Karen asked. Laura didn't need any prompting. She slipped her hips forward a little, and said: "Stick out your tongue, I know this is what you wanted all along." She smiled, grimaced actually when my tongue actually went in action. I felt something cold on my dick, but never let go of what I wanted to do to begin with. Laura was starting to hum in excitement. I heard a faint "Click" from behind Laura's body. Karen's face suddenly showed up above Laura's shoulder. "Well, that wasn't exactly what I had in mind when I said distract him!" she said in a scolding tone. Laura got off of me. I looked at my dick. I yelled out: "What the hell is that?" Some type of steel contraption was over my dick and a ring was around my balls. The click I heard earlier must have been the little lock that seemed to hold it all together. Everybody laughed. Except me of course. Karen said: "that is a chastity tube." "It will keep you pure." WTF, I didn't want to be pure. I didn't want any of this. "Let me out of here!" I exclaimed. Karen replied: "Oh, you agreed we could do whatever we wanted after we had you tied up." "And since Pete and I will be out of town for a few days, we thought that this would take your mind off of little boys thoughts and help you focus on your work." And while she looked at Laura, she added: "And it would make sure you wouldn't get into any trouble with her." I was ready to throw a fit. "Tut, Tut, cool down." Karen said. "We will untie you, but remember I have the key," as she lifted the fine silver necklace around her neck with a tiny key dangling from it. I couldn't believe that this whole time she was standing next to me, talking, I was laying on the ground with the best possible view. Karen was obviously enjoying it. My dick was straining against the tube and Karen just had to point that out. "You will find that quite uncomfortable, being aroused. But when you are calm, you will barely notice your little friend in confinement." She said. They undid the ropes, while I got a few last glances at the scenery which I would have really enjoyed if I wasn't in the predicament I was in. Karen said: "Now be nice, and work hard. We will be back on Friday, with the key, and will set you free, if you behave." I gathered my things and got out of there. While starting my truck I said to myself, and how, just how do I get myself into this kind of trouble? Gamble for One minute? Ch. 04 Oh, by now you know the drill, the story really can't stand on its own, the previous chapters are key. ***** Next morning I showed up early. Desperately early almost. Desperate because I had tried everything I could think of to get this thing of off me. Cold shower, lots of shampoo, sheer force (No, that hurt way too much) and was just hoping to catch Karen before they would leave, leave on whatever trip they had planned. I pulled into the driveway. Early. Earlier than I was supposed to. Both cars were still there. I sighed of relief. I rang the doorbell, like I did when I was a teenager, when I was hoping to ask my first flame out. I surely hoped I was going to do better this time! Karen opened the door. "Good. The size is perfect I see." On the way over, I was starting to become confident I begun to get a handle on how she thinks. But after that kind of -way out of left field- comment, I realized that she was a step ahead of me, as she has been most of the time so far. "And the answer is: No!" she said, before I could even utter my first word. She giggled. I must have looked beyond surprised because she asked: "Or is that not what you wanted to ask?" "You know there is a one day penalty for each time you ask," she stated matter of factly. I almost choked, stammered and tried to compose myself. "Uhh, Oh, Noo, I just wanted to make sure that uhh, you were, uhh..." She cut me off. "Listen," she said, "I am almost finished packing and just to make you feel better, I haven't lost the key" as she leaned forward and tugged her neckline just a little to expose the key. Oh crap, I thought, what in the world, what if she does lose the key? What if there is no spare? I almost started to panic. She must have a spare. She must. I told myself. She must have noticed the look on my face. She added: "And there is no spare, only the cheap Chinese knock offs come with a spare." "Now, come in and have some coffee. After all, it is too early to start working on the deck, you'll wake the neighbors." Karen disappeared upstairs. I hesitantly walked into the kitchen, and made a pot of coffee. "Oh, that smells good, someone made coffee already." Came a sleepy voice from the basement stairs. It was Laura, wearing little more than a completely washed out oversize T-shirt. "Oh, Hi," she said with the sound of a smile in her voice. I didn't expect you here this early, but thanks for making coffee" as I poured her a cup. As she sat down on one of the bar stools in the kitchen, her shirt rode up some more, making me acutely aware of my predicament. She was all smiles as she caught me glancing at her thighs. "While my parents are out of town, we are going to have soo much fun!" she exclaimed. "I'm not so sure" I replied. Yes, under normal circumstances, I would have paid for that comment, but now, it sounded like this was going to be a tough rest of the week. The expression on my face must have been obvious. She said: "Hey, look at it this way, they are gone and I get to do whatever I want!" Yeah, she could, I am not even sure if she really even knew exactly what that implied. But then, she was pretty, and before this week, I would have counted myself lucky to be able to see her in this oversized, washed out, slightly ridden up T-shirt. The saying 'beggars can't be choosers' came to mind and I smiled to myself. "See, I can make you smile still," she said sheepishly. Pete walked in. "Coffee?" Laura offered. She reached for a cup while I got a hold of the pot. "You OK?" Pete asked. Mr. Direct, like he always was. "No pinching?" he asked. "No, as long as I think about work." I answered. "Yes." he said, nodding his head understandingly. "Laura, go put on something presentable" he said sternly. Quietly, she grabbed her coffee and with a quick smiley glance my way, headed downstairs. Pete was Mr. Direct, and Mr. Practical. 'Use lots of baby powder. It helps." Then, he smiled, suddenly his mood changed. And he added cheerily: "You don't like it now, but I know you will like it later!" I didn't know if that was just a comment to cheer me up, or if that was something that was a real comment. I didn't have time to think about it much, but the thought ended up coming back to me time after time over the next few days. Karen called from the top of the stairs: "Pete, I don't want to take advantage of the situation and ask him, so can you get up here and help me with my bag?" I almost pounced to rush up the stairs, but Pete stopped me with a simple hand gesture. "Let me" he said. A few seconds later both of them were at the bottom of the stairs, with bags, and Pete offered Karen a coffee. She accepted greedily and bent forward gracefully, exposing more than just the silver necklace and tiny key to me. Maybe I imagined it, but did she feign clumsiness with the cream until she was sure I looked? After all, Mrs. Conservative never before wore this low of a neckline. After some typical parental instructions to Laura, and some not quite so typical instructions to the carpenter -after all, who says 'Call me if you are not fine.' = Pete or 'You stay out of trouble now, you hear?' = Karen, while bending forward as if there was a winning lottery ticket was just laying on the floor- they tossed the bags in the trunk and drove off. It left Laura and me in kind of a funky atmosphere. I am not much of a talker, and would have preferred to just go to work, but Laura, well... Laura..., well, she started. "OK, they are gone." she said. An air of victory barely hidden in her voice. Next, she proved to be Pete's daughter, and as straight as it comes, she asks: "Do you know why you are wearing that thing?" I almost choked on my coffee. I wasn't sure what to say to that! I reached for the kitchen towel to wipe up the mess. With a slight sound of disdain she said: "because she isn't sure about me." "And also, because she really likes you." "I did notice she likes looking at me," I replied, "but didn't I think much of it." "You cocky ass!" she exclaimed, and lifted up her shirt until it was only around her arms. "There, for being cocky like that, I get to let nature punish you!" Oh, it wasn't comfortable, but I laughed, and all of a sudden, the honking pickup trucks that passed me by with drivers making gestures at me, it all seemed like such child's play. After all, they all would be green of envy to be sitting on This bar stool. We both laughed. The rest of the week just seemed to fly by. I made all sorts of progress with the deck, learned to deal with the fact that Laura just naturally liked to be naked and the simple hugs and comfort of telling unpretentious stories was very nice. Mark didn't even seem to be an issue. I suddenly had a - super hot - but simple and natural, great little friend. Suddenly, it seemed, it was Friday. I had been looking forward to this day, been counting down the minutes ever since Pete and Karen left. They were going to be home soon. I had made great progress and was happy to show it off. Also, I worried about not being too obvious about the key coming back nearby. Laura must have noticed a pensive look on my face. "Hey, you know it is Friday, my mom will be back in a few hours!" and added "With the key." It didn't work. I was still pensive. She went and sat next to me. She tried to comfort me with a simple hug. It didn't work. But when I looked over, she suddenly smiled. Actually, she got up and was soo excited, she was almost dancing when she walked around me to get in front of me and really, Really talk to me. "Want to gamble?" She asked very excitedly. I felt my heart sink into my shoes. "Well, let me guess," I said sarcastically, "the last three gambles with your mom didn't exactly pan out to well for me, so now I want to gamble with you as well?" "No fucking way!" I said. I was agitated. She just giggled. "Yes, it is a great idea, and you will owe me big if it works!" She was way excited. Her emotions always were way obvious, which is one of the things I really liked about her. She was beyond herself, I don't think I had ever seen her like this! "OK, let me start from the start." she said. "If it is up to my mom, she will tease you mercilessly and you will end up being locked up for another long time." "At the same time, she will get lots of enjoyment out of the paces she is planning to put you through." she added. She suddenly was pensive. A grin developed on her face. "But then, she can't do without attention!" She exclaimed. "She is addicted to it." She continued, as if she was in a trance, "So, the only power you have, is to withhold her drug!" I was paying attention now, just wasn't sure if I understood. "Imagine, she puts on her best show, and you act bored." She said. "She will go out of her mind!" "What do you think?" Oh, I would agree to anything that would improve my chances to get out of this "Purity thing." I even considered putting a high speed grinder to it, so I could cut it off. But then, that would get hot and cause burn blisters, that didn't sound fun, at all. "OK, what do I have to do?" I asked. By now Laura was almost hopping up and down out of excitement. Then, she calmed suddenly, and said: "Whatever she does, it has to rate lower than the most boring thing you ever did." "Do you like fishing?" she asked. "I sort of do," I answered. "Crap, that doesn't work." "OK, what do you think is the biggest waste of time and energy ever?" she asked me. "Baseball" I answered. Oh, how she cheered up with that. "Great! You keep that in mind, anything you do, or she does, is going to have to be less interesting than that, for this gamble to work!" She almost screamed out. Huh, ants eating popcorn is more exciting than baseball, I thought to myself and Karen is going to be speaking English to me, so that beats the ants stuff. But I got the point. "I bet," Laura added, "if you put your poker face on" - wait, how did she know I like to play poker and am really kinda good at it? - "you may end up with more than you would have ever imagined." She added with a smile that carried more than one thought at a time. By now, I started to get the hang of things. "Hold on, that thought on your mind, I saw it passing by, what were You thinking?" I asked. "Oh, my mom is going to do WHATEVER she can think of, and I better get to my dad, just to make sure he's ok with all that." she answered. A bit of her dad's practical personality suddenly poked through. "OK, if my dad and I leave on some pretense, you can be assured that anything is game." She said. "But then, if I text you, he has changed his mind and you need to back up in a hurry." She added. Good, I knew why I had her number saved with its own ringtone. It was the ringtone that sounded like a juvenile guy whistling at a girl walking by. How appropriate, I smiled to myself. "Oh, you like this scenario?" Laura asked excitedly. "In any case, I don't think you have any better chance to get out of that thing." as she pointed at my belt. She was way excited and rushed to look out of the window as heard the sound of a car in the driveway. "Good luck! You owe me big!!" she said as she walked to the door - in her awesome tights... Karen almost pushed Pete out of the way, trying to get through the door. "So, how have you guys been?" She asked, way, way too loudly. She was giggly and looked around the room to find me. I sat on a barstool, flipping through some bs magazine. She had no eye for Lauren, and walked right over to me. "Aren't you happy to see me?" She egged. In a way, I was glad I was tired, it allowed me to look up tiredly. "Hi, did you have a nice trip?" I asked. Karen's face showed disappointment. "Did you wait for us to get home?" She tried again, with the air of a hopeful sound in her voice. I took just a second too long to reply: "Oh, I am supposed to go meet some buddies at the bar to watch the baseball game." and I managed to sound just a touch excited. "And driving home first to merely turn around an hour later and drive the same way back, that made no sense." I said. I didn't look up, but I felt her jaw dropping. "You aren't bent on getting that little prison off of you?" she asked. "Oh, I got used to it, it was slightly uncomfortable walking at first, but now I walk just fine." I answered. By now Karen was starting to get mad. "Yeah, yeah, comfort whatever. But how about WANTING it to come off?" She asked. OK, power poker player at the table now, I thought to myself, and answered: "Well, it keeps you out of trouble, and it lets you focus on what is really important." And added: "Wait till it is light out, you will be impressed how much progress I made on your deck." That was soooo not what Karen wanted to hear. We got interrupted by Laura, she said: "Pete and I are going to pick up my new book case that is on sale right now, it is on the other side of town, so we will be gone for a while." I recognized the code. Pete was grinning from ear to ear. Karen couldn't be less interested. I bet she didn't even really register what was happening. "Be safe." She said without looking around at them. Outside a car started and a second later it was quiet again. Karen was grinning, she obviously had something on her mind. All I could think of was Laura's words: "She will put on her best show, and you will withhold her drug." Karen reached for the top few buttons on her shirt and slowly loosened them. Oh, this was hard, quick, I thought to myself... "I ought to get going, the game is at seven and if I leave now, I will have time to stop by Josh's place and give him a ride." Oh, Karen was not happy. She pulled out her silver necklace and fished for the key. "Let me make things easy." She said "And take that thing off." I felt like I put all my chips on the table and said: "Oh, that is ok, it won't bother me at the bar." By now, she was almost clawing at my belt and determined to use the key. A second later, my pants were around my ankles and the steel was gone. The fresh air felt cold, and despite having Karen right in front of me, with a shirt that was mostly open, the cold air did what it always does, cool things down. Karen sighed from desperation. She pulled off her shirt and her bra was rapid to follow. Soo rapidly, her boobs bounced and I -thinking of Laura's instructions- turned my head towards the clock. I took a look that took a fraction too long, before I looked at Karen's eyes again. I was glad I was still cold while I smiled to myself behind my poker face. She tried swaying her shoulders to the tune of the radio that was playing in the other room. Oh, I would have done quite something to just stare. But I just thought of the hand I had during that poker play with my buddies, I was clean out of cash and the pot was huge. And now one of them was going to try to call my bluff... She proceeded to dance and in the process lost her skirt, handily hiding her grandma underwear inside of it, and showing her fresh shaving job. I couldn't get much for detail, since I only got a peek that lasted a fraction of a second. Also, I was nervous. Quite nervous that this gamble wasn't going to work. The tension had its effect on my body in a boring way, I was glad to notice. By now, Karen bent over backwards onto the table. I couldn't look away, and the best I could do was say: "wow, you are very limber!" As if that was what Karen was hoping to hear. While on the table, she put the bottom of her feet together, while reaching for her calves. Her boobs stood proudly between her upper arms, and the rest, well, it was a sight that I would have dreamt about during a really naughty dream. She gestured me closer. I walked closer to her. "Closer" she whispered. Oh, crap! I could feel the silent tingling in my balls. Again, I looked at the clock. Karen noticed, and with a sigh, hooked onto my hips with her heels, pulling me closer quickly. She reached for my dick and started to rub it on her. Oh, she was moist, even at the first pass I could feel it. With a sigh, I looked at the clock again -the sigh had nothing to do with the clock- and said, "I should be going..." Karen was not going to let me go. She rubbed me up and down over her moist lips, between her moist lips, and not too slowly, my body was starting to respond. There wasn't much I could think to myself anymore. I was going to be soooo in trouble, I thought to myself. The smile on her face was the same as the smile she had when she tricked me into my first gamble. It reminded me of our first gamble. And the talk about stamina. I got a hold of her shoulders and forced my movements, my motion on her. I pushed her around, taking the feelings I could get out of her while watching shamelessly at everything on display. I held her, moved her, kept her from moving and wrapped her arms, legs, body into my arms. The tension started to fade, we both were having fun! Oh, she felt formidable, I was in rare form - as anyone would be after being locked up for almost a week - and nothing was going to take my initiative. Like I like to do, I varied the speed, went back and forth between rough and gentle, in short, did anything I knew how to do. It wasn't long, and Karen was starting to gasp, gasp for air while making noises as if she was dying. As a rocket, she went over the hill. Her cheeks flushed, her hands trembled, she panted. As she came down just a little, I gently eased out, while looking at the clock. Actually, I made it all the way out before she angrily said: "Oh, no you are not!" And with both heels she hooked around my back and dragged me back. It felt great. Way great. Inwardly I smiled to myself, and heard my evil mind say, and who has the power now? My head snapped back. While doing so, I happened to look over her, over to the mudroom window. My heart skipped a beat, as in not a good way. Behind the glass, I saw the face of Laura and Pete!! And this happened while Karen's heels were hooked onto my back and I could feel the steam rising. Even though both Laura and Pete were smiling ear to ear, I had all sorts of ammo for a power poker face. Well, I was going to need one, with that type of steam behind my little friend, I was going to need every ounce of energy and motivation to not just cheer and blurt out: "I'm coming!!" Which is just what happened. I shot load after load, I felt soo good, physically and not physically. I managed to only let out a quiet "Hmm." And my muscles relaxed. Karen was just starting to realize I came, and I started shrinking and slowly eased out. Oh, Frustration wasn't the word, she was ready to climb the walls and shout from the roof! She was pissed. She was beyond herself. At the same time, I slipped into my jeans and with a quick kiss on her cheek, left her there. In no time, I was in my truck, and headed down the road. I didn't even make it back to town yet as my phone whistled. It was the sound of Laura. I looked at the display. It said: "It worked. You owe me big!" I laughed and texted back: "I wasn't sure it was going to work, and sure freaked out when I saw you and Pete!" Her reply came quick: "I knew it would work... Pete didn't want to miss it :-D" "Judging by the sounds upstairs, he is getting his revenge right now" a second text said. "Come to the basement door, you should hear for yourself!" I turned around, and parked a little ways away. Like a teenager, I tip-toed through the dark, snuck into the bushes and made it to the basement door. Laura was radiating enthusiasm and even before the door shut, grabbed my hand. While making the Shhh signal with her finger in front of her tightly smiling lips led me up the basement stairs. Gamble for One minute? Ch. 04 Oh, you didn't have to be a detective to figure out what was happening upstairs! There was loud huffing and squeaking going on. At one point, I actually heard Pete say: "Take this you slut!" without a change in squeaks. Laura and I looked at each other at the same time. We both were way full of smiles. Slowly, quietly we made it back down the stairs. The warmth of her body close by, and the sense of the action upstairs had made me hard. I was already looking for an excuse to touch her, when Laura took off her shirt and said, "Time to pay up!" I didn't need any encouragement. I picked her little body up in an embrace and softly planted her on the couch. Laura giggled, and said: "The second ride is always the best, and I get to test that stamina myself." She sounded proud and I rushed to get her naked. While I had heard rumors that my foreplay was supposedly a great thing, Laura didn't get any of that. We were both more than ready and took what we could. And again, and again. Next morning we woke up from Karen yelling down the stairs: Laura, you are going to be late! We both scurried to try to get presentable, or actually, I did, but it was all in vain. Karen, with Pete in her wake, had walked down the stairs and her face turned pale. I could only imagine what the scene looked like to her. For a few seconds, she was quiet. It seemed like an eternity. She looked at me, at Lauren, at Pete and back at me. Then a laugh came about her lips. Hysterically she giggled and said: "You guys soo fucked me!"