When I finally stopped shaking, Helene said in a cheerfully way “4 minutes and 58 seconds! You lose!” I opened my eyes to see them both beaming at...me. “Yes I suppose I lose!” I said sheepishly. “No, not you! You Henry! I did it in 3 minutes and you did it in nearly 5!” Helene said to her husband. He looked amused and lifted an eyebrow “Well done my dear!”, “So I get whatever I want?” she asked him “Yes, that was the bet.”, “Then I want her!” She pointed at me with her chin in an expression that. I just mean that my husband didn't take off with a young slut. He passed away about a year ago. In any case, he left a thirty-six year old woman and his fifteen year old daughter alone. I'm sure that if he had a choice, he would rather be with us than having had an aneurysm on the golf course. He had a great sense of humor though and would have just said that it was a really bad round.Now Bethany and I aren't doing bad. It's not like we've gone homeless and are starving. Elliot left us plenty. He liked her increased interest in banging him and it reminded him of his greater horniness when he was diddling a neighbor wife. The idea that her cunt was regularly servicing another cock made her sexier.The student could have her MWF; her husband could have her anytime but mostly Tuesday, Thursday, and Sunday. Saturday was “free-for-all”. When home between 8am and 10pm she was available to both men as a “sex slave”. Dressed in as little as possible, she would obey every command from her. "Nÿte unlaced her black bodice and her full breasts tumbled free. They were pale like milk and as large as the airbrushed fantasies of a porn magazine editor. She ripped off Doug's shirt and caressed his chest. Her fingernails were long black claws."You find this body arousing, don't you?" Nÿte asked him, cupping a hand under a large round breast. "I turn you on."She wriggled in his lap, grinding her hips against his. Despite himself Doug felt blood rushing to his cock."Go to hell!" he wheezed.