Part 1 - The Bet
My wife Saloni and I had been married for over two years now. We met in the Junior year of college and immediately felt an attraction. Before then Saloni had only dated two other guys but to quote her "I was her first." We were steady through college and got married in an intimate ceremony immediately after graduation. We got jobs soon after graduation and after the honeymoon phase, we were soon entered a pattern of the boring grind most adults do.
While we weren't thrilled at the fact that our work took so much of our free time, we agreed that a good progression in our career now would make our lives much easier in the future. Saloni also didn't want to have kids at this time and I agreed. We were still young and perhaps not yet ready to have kids. Saloni and I were both 26 yrs young and we wanted to live and understand each more before taking the responsibility of having kids.
Saloni was an amazing woman. She was 5'2", had wispy blonde hair which she always maintained at shoulder length, and perky B cup boobs with pink nipples which would poke out even under a bra. In fact she would wear rather thick bras to avoid feeling embarrassed in public. She had very attractive or what many people would call cutesy facial features, with a pert nose and hazel eyes, cleft chin and dimples whenever she would smile.
Even to this day I find it hard to believe I was Saloni's first or that she even became my girlfriend let alone my wife. She probably could've been a model or an actress but instead she chose to do marketing. She became a media planning assistant at a reputed ad agency in Chicago. We chose to rent a studio apartment in downtown Chicago as it kept us close to the action in the city. We both enjoyed visiting the theatre and eating out and/or spending the occasional evening at a bar with our mutual friends.
As for myself, while I didn't think I was a hunk or a heartthrob, I wasn't unattractive either. I am a thinly built guy, about 5'8' and I believe I have an above average penis. While I believe on any other day, Saloni would be way out of my league, Saloni loved me and had no complaints. I felt our sex life was amazing. We enjoyed watching romantic and sometimes even pornographic movies. She would claim all the stuff they did in porn was a result of over acting and perhaps not as pleasurable in real life. She loved making out and we would often make out in inappropriate places which would earn us disapproving stares.
Sex wise we enjoyed having sex, especially on weekends and sometimes when we would get time off to visit new places. But she didn't particularly like giving blowjobs. She often felt it was too much work for no reward and only did it when she was feeling particularly generous. I also wore condoms every time as we were not planning on having kids anytime soon. I also liked giving her head. She made these cute expressions and her face would get sweaty whenever I managed to stimulate her well enough and I had got quite good with practice. She would shower me with kisses when I gave her good head and kissing that cute sweaty flushed face of hers was an amazing turn on.
But then why am I here narrating this, if we are such a young loving couple? Well certain events transpired which changed my outlook and made me rethink what I believed. I do blame myself for triggering those events but I do wonder even now if this was an inevitability or perhaps I should have kept Pandora's box closed.
It all started when a naïve man was only looking to be cordial to a wolf. I was in a bar with my colleagues after work on a Saturday evening blowing off some steam after a particularly difficult day and week. We were all stressed and needed some drinks to calm our nerves before returning back to the grind again on Monday. Drinking with my work buddies helped me feel a little better and we were back to conversing about non work related stuff when I heard a familiar voice. I looked around and soon I found the source of that voice… Ranjan .
Ranjan was a work colleague of Saloni's whom I had met a few months back at her company's Christmas party. While Saloni and I only went there as a courtesy call and I could barely remember anyone, it was hard to forget Ranjan . He was a tall (I think 6'5"?), well built (as in body show muscular types), and well spoken man. He was rather young but already bald. But he kept a rather large well trimmed beard to counter that I think. He was also well dressed with a cotton shirt with with the sleeves rolled up to accentuate his physique I guess, suit pants and he wore what looked like a gold Rolex. He also had one of the deepest voices I had ever heard yet he could still be loud when he wanted to. I also remember Saloni saying she disliked him for reasons I could not remember.
I had thought of perhaps greeting him and the group he was with but ignored that thought as I hardly knew him. A half hr. later me and my lot of depressed buddies felt we needed a little more booze before finally heading home. I offered to buy drinks and headed to the bartender. It's when I noticed that Ranjan and his group were all clustered near the bartender and were having a fun time laughing and making jokes. I could hear them laughing earlier but I did not know why. As I placed my order with the bartender and looked to my phone to let Saloni know I was gonna be a bit late, I heard something which triggered this entire chain of events.
"Married woman make the best sluts" followed by boisterous laughter.
I could make out that this was coming from Ranjan 's group and that statement was unmistakably made by Ranjan . I don't know what made me pursue that with him when any other day, I would have ignored it. Was it because I was drunk or was my ego hurt or perhaps a combination of both? Whatever it was, it upset me and I decided to confront them.
"You are wrong!" I exclaimed at their group.
All of them suddenly turned towards me confused and puzzled as to who I was. I however made that statement to Ranjan . I expected him to perhaps be embarrassed as he knew me and hopefully shut down this silly rhetoric.
"Who are you? " He said in his trademark deep voice, "And what makes you think I am wrong?"
"He must be some guy whose wife cheated on him" stated another person in his group and they all broke into laughter again. Ranjan laughed as well but calmed everyone down and said I had a right to defend my opinion.
"Well, Mr. whoever you are, why do you think what I said is wrong?" I realized he didn't recognize me but I felt I had to give a rebuttal first rather than remind him that we knew each other.
"Married women love their husbands and they like to be faithful to them because of the trust in their bond"
Another round of boisterous laughter followed. Some of them even fell off their stools. I still couldn't see what was funny. Ranjan looked like his drink went down the wrong pipe and was coughing to try and to control himself. At that point the bartender had my drinks ready and I was about to leave when Ranjan had a reply.
"Seems we have a romantic over here. Someone who has his head in the clouds! Too bad, the reality you live in is very different Romeo. You see, where I come from Juliet speaks of love for her Romeo, but sucks my cock instead" His reply was met with applause, more laughter and and even some whistling if I recall.
I took the drinks back to my friends who were all still moping and excused myself while I decided to teach Ranjan a lesson. I for a moment thought of a scenario where I would punch Ranjan right out of the bar and leave him a bloodied mess on the street before reality hit me and I decided a verbal way to settle this would be a much better option.
"Oh the next Nicholas Sparks has returned! Back to spout some more of that romantic nonsense?" Ranjan taunted
"What makes you think married woman cheat? Most of them have fulfilling lives with their husbands and family. Unless they were unhappy in their marriage, they would never cheat!" I thought I had given a rather well thought out argument considering the drunken stupor I was in.
"Because I have fucked plenty of women, especially married woman and let me tell you they crave my cock over their husband's any day. They let me use them in any way I desire and then return back to their husbands like nothing happened. Its like marriage opens a new level in sluttiness or something."
He said all that with a shit eating grin and in a matter of fact way to me and his friends. Some of them were awed at what he was saying, whereas I was standing there furious with my fist clenched and my brain constantly sending me danger signals not to go down that route.
"These sluts are so horny that they will do anything to get my cock inside them. Although I should add that I am an Alpha so these bitches are normally attracted to me anyway. They can't resist me. I guess if you don't possess the big dick energy like I do, these sluts won't give you any attention. You need to have the gift."
I couldn't tell what I was more offended by, him disparaging women in general, married woman in particular, his improper use of the term Alpha (which was derived from a faulty study about wolves and later revised), or his cringey use of the term "Big dick energy".
One of his friends, who I learned later was called Sameer, asked " So, you even fucked all the married sluts in your office?"
Ranjan proudly responded while pulling out his phone, "Yes, and let me tell you these sluts are desperate! If they don't get a dicking from me, it's like they suffer from withdrawal. My dick is the drug that gives them ecstasy!" He laughed as he showed a pic on his phone to everyone which was a photo I was all too familiar with. It was a girls night photo of many of the women that worked in the same ad agency as him. It included Saloni…
I was having what I could only describe as a panic attack with cold sweats forming all over me. I was both enraged and feeling nauseous as I saw Ranjan proudly hold up that pic. One of his other friend, (Neeraj I think?) pointed out to the smoking hot blonde in the pic and how lucky Ranjan was to bang her. I felt like I was having a second panic attack on top of my first one.
Ranjan took his phone back and looked at the pic again. Saloni had worn a green halter top and leather pants in that pic. I remember how she was proud of that pic and how the other women were jealous of her and I felt so proud of having a wife that was smoking hot. But right now, it felt like I was in a nightmare.
Ranjan looked at the pic before declaring "Oh, I haven't gotten around to screwing that one. Didn't realize she was in that pic" It was followed by a round of groans and boos and thumbs down by everyone while Ranjan looked on the defensive but still with that shit eating grin.
I however felt a sudden sense of relief and dropped down on the bar stool I was standing near and chugged down my entire beer. My awful day had been saved from becoming less awful. I knew Saloni would never cheat on me. I remember when we watched the movie Unfaithful once and Diane Lane was being seduced by this playboy. I loved that scene for its eroticism but Saloni was disgusted. I remember her saying how I could be turned on. She was cheating on her husband!
The chants of boos and hisses brought me back to the bar conversation. "C'mon guys, I simply didn't have the time. I have to do my job too you know!" I think it was Harsh who replied saying, "Pfft, you claim to have banged every other chick in that picture yet you skipped the hottest one. You have lost credibility!"
Ranjan was amused yet playing a kind of damage control with his friends. It was clear none of them worked with him. It was possible Ranjan was simply bragging about fictional adventures to his friends and for the first time that day I felt a spring in my step, so to speak. I was feeling proud of Saloni and thanks to the sudden influx of more alcohol a lot more bold.
"I think you are full of shit. I think you are making stuff up to impress your friends and have never got a married woman to sleep with you. I bet you don't even have any proof." I was met with oohs and aahs at my outburst to Ranjan from his friends.
"A gentleman doesn't tell. These bitches love a good dicking and that's that. I don't share their naughty secrets even if these bitches were proud to be seen sucking my dick. I have my standards." His friends all applauded at his response not even realizing the absurdity of it all. But I had to press my advantage.
"So you have nothing. Just made up stories to impress your friends. A gas filled balloon can make up better stories than that"
"Man fuck you, you just come out of nowhere and then throw shade at me while spouting some notebook shit. I would kick your ass but that won't prove my cred to my boys." Ranjan said all this while looking genuinely angry for the first time I saw him. I was taken aback a bit but regained my composure and tried to diffuse the tension.
"Woah there, calm down, I simply said you don't have proof. Nothing to be angry about. But without proof your stories are hard to believe." This time I was feeling smug while saying that.
Then Sameer said something absurd that began this dangerous game (fucking Sameer!). "You should bang that blonde slut and show her used pussy as proof." He was met with cheers and applause for that idea. Even Ranjan had his grin return. I choked a bit on the next glass of beer I was sipping, though I don't think anyone noticed.
"That is a fun idea." Ranjan said, I was gonna propose I bang this guys chick seeing as he looks so offended but she might be some fat ugly slut to have him as a husband. This slut, Sal? Saloni? whatever, she is a catch!"
I was a bit amused that Ranjan thought I would have a less appealing woman as my wife (not that there was anything wrong in that). He was such a sexist prick that Saloni would not even talk to him. I also understood why Saloni said she disliked him. However, realizing that he still didn't recognize me I continued this charade.
"How can you know I have a girlfriend or wife?" I responded
"Man, who the fuck comes and tells a random stranger all this notebook, Shakespeare shit when he doesn't even know them? It ain't rocket science"
Well I was at least certain he had no idea what Romeo and Juliet or the Notebook was about. But I was interrupted, again by Sameer.
"Let's make it a bet. You bang that slut Kendra and this guy, what's your name anyway?
"Uh Gagan"
"Ya, Gagan here buys us all drinks for the next weekend if our hero Ranjan gives a good dicking to that slut Camilla"
"I thought her name was Salo?" Neeraj responded. Sameer was like " Fuck does it matter what a slut's name is? Only thing that matters is her pussy is conquered."
"Saloni! That's her name! Now I remember. She always worked with another group that's why I didn't get a chance to dick her. But now that it is a challenge I gotta introduce her to the Big Hammer. I have to break my rule about discretion this once but it's for my boys so that's fine. I should have this done by Monday night." He was met with another round of cheers and applause!
"I haven't agreed to this bet!" Suddenly all their eyes fell on me. Ranjan looked a bit annoyed.
"Man, you come here and disrespect me and my boys spouting your crap and now you chicken out?" Before I could say another word, He added " You better agree to this bet or I will go back to my original plan of taking you out to the back and beating your ass."
He just threatened assault and while this would no doubt be a bluff getting him fired or even jail time, my drunk timid self wasn't thinking all that clearly. And I knew Saloni would never even talk to such a repulsive person, so it was an easy bet to win.
"Fine, I accept. But what do I get if I win?"
I was met with raucous laughter at this remark, but then Harsh added " Fine, if you win we will sing you an apology and buy you a drink same time next week." Everyone else still chuckled, but agreed including Ranjan .
Now, looking back had I left well enough alone, I still would've escaped the dire path I was set on. But my drunken boldness made me say something I never would have done and this includes accepting this crazy bet.
"Tell you what, make it seven days! You have seven days to seduce this wonderful married lady. I doubt you will win, but if you do, drinks are on me for the entire week after that for all of you! But if I win, you will all have to wear diapers and sing an apology song which is to be uploaded on twitter with the hashtag #werespectwomen and you gotta buy me and my work buds drinks for the entire week after."
I was met with absolute shocked silence by everyone and lots of stares towards Ranjan by Sameer, Neeraj and Harsh. Ranjan himself was taken aback a bit, but regained his composure momentarily.
"Man, I thought you were a wimp, but I admit you got some balls. It's a bet" We clanked our beer mugs and set the bet in motion that began me down a path I never anticipated.
My wife Saloni and I had been married for over two years now. We met in the Junior year of college and immediately felt an attraction. Before then Saloni had only dated two other guys but to quote her "I was her first." We were steady through college and got married in an intimate ceremony immediately after graduation. We got jobs soon after graduation and after the honeymoon phase, we were soon entered a pattern of the boring grind most adults do.
While we weren't thrilled at the fact that our work took so much of our free time, we agreed that a good progression in our career now would make our lives much easier in the future. Saloni also didn't want to have kids at this time and I agreed. We were still young and perhaps not yet ready to have kids. Saloni and I were both 26 yrs young and we wanted to live and understand each more before taking the responsibility of having kids.
Saloni was an amazing woman. She was 5'2", had wispy blonde hair which she always maintained at shoulder length, and perky B cup boobs with pink nipples which would poke out even under a bra. In fact she would wear rather thick bras to avoid feeling embarrassed in public. She had very attractive or what many people would call cutesy facial features, with a pert nose and hazel eyes, cleft chin and dimples whenever she would smile.
Even to this day I find it hard to believe I was Saloni's first or that she even became my girlfriend let alone my wife. She probably could've been a model or an actress but instead she chose to do marketing. She became a media planning assistant at a reputed ad agency in Chicago. We chose to rent a studio apartment in downtown Chicago as it kept us close to the action in the city. We both enjoyed visiting the theatre and eating out and/or spending the occasional evening at a bar with our mutual friends.
As for myself, while I didn't think I was a hunk or a heartthrob, I wasn't unattractive either. I am a thinly built guy, about 5'8' and I believe I have an above average penis. While I believe on any other day, Saloni would be way out of my league, Saloni loved me and had no complaints. I felt our sex life was amazing. We enjoyed watching romantic and sometimes even pornographic movies. She would claim all the stuff they did in porn was a result of over acting and perhaps not as pleasurable in real life. She loved making out and we would often make out in inappropriate places which would earn us disapproving stares.
Sex wise we enjoyed having sex, especially on weekends and sometimes when we would get time off to visit new places. But she didn't particularly like giving blowjobs. She often felt it was too much work for no reward and only did it when she was feeling particularly generous. I also wore condoms every time as we were not planning on having kids anytime soon. I also liked giving her head. She made these cute expressions and her face would get sweaty whenever I managed to stimulate her well enough and I had got quite good with practice. She would shower me with kisses when I gave her good head and kissing that cute sweaty flushed face of hers was an amazing turn on.
But then why am I here narrating this, if we are such a young loving couple? Well certain events transpired which changed my outlook and made me rethink what I believed. I do blame myself for triggering those events but I do wonder even now if this was an inevitability or perhaps I should have kept Pandora's box closed.
It all started when a naïve man was only looking to be cordial to a wolf. I was in a bar with my colleagues after work on a Saturday evening blowing off some steam after a particularly difficult day and week. We were all stressed and needed some drinks to calm our nerves before returning back to the grind again on Monday. Drinking with my work buddies helped me feel a little better and we were back to conversing about non work related stuff when I heard a familiar voice. I looked around and soon I found the source of that voice… Ranjan .
Ranjan was a work colleague of Saloni's whom I had met a few months back at her company's Christmas party. While Saloni and I only went there as a courtesy call and I could barely remember anyone, it was hard to forget Ranjan . He was a tall (I think 6'5"?), well built (as in body show muscular types), and well spoken man. He was rather young but already bald. But he kept a rather large well trimmed beard to counter that I think. He was also well dressed with a cotton shirt with with the sleeves rolled up to accentuate his physique I guess, suit pants and he wore what looked like a gold Rolex. He also had one of the deepest voices I had ever heard yet he could still be loud when he wanted to. I also remember Saloni saying she disliked him for reasons I could not remember.
I had thought of perhaps greeting him and the group he was with but ignored that thought as I hardly knew him. A half hr. later me and my lot of depressed buddies felt we needed a little more booze before finally heading home. I offered to buy drinks and headed to the bartender. It's when I noticed that Ranjan and his group were all clustered near the bartender and were having a fun time laughing and making jokes. I could hear them laughing earlier but I did not know why. As I placed my order with the bartender and looked to my phone to let Saloni know I was gonna be a bit late, I heard something which triggered this entire chain of events.
"Married woman make the best sluts" followed by boisterous laughter.
I could make out that this was coming from Ranjan 's group and that statement was unmistakably made by Ranjan . I don't know what made me pursue that with him when any other day, I would have ignored it. Was it because I was drunk or was my ego hurt or perhaps a combination of both? Whatever it was, it upset me and I decided to confront them.
"You are wrong!" I exclaimed at their group.
All of them suddenly turned towards me confused and puzzled as to who I was. I however made that statement to Ranjan . I expected him to perhaps be embarrassed as he knew me and hopefully shut down this silly rhetoric.
"Who are you? " He said in his trademark deep voice, "And what makes you think I am wrong?"
"He must be some guy whose wife cheated on him" stated another person in his group and they all broke into laughter again. Ranjan laughed as well but calmed everyone down and said I had a right to defend my opinion.
"Well, Mr. whoever you are, why do you think what I said is wrong?" I realized he didn't recognize me but I felt I had to give a rebuttal first rather than remind him that we knew each other.
"Married women love their husbands and they like to be faithful to them because of the trust in their bond"
Another round of boisterous laughter followed. Some of them even fell off their stools. I still couldn't see what was funny. Ranjan looked like his drink went down the wrong pipe and was coughing to try and to control himself. At that point the bartender had my drinks ready and I was about to leave when Ranjan had a reply.
"Seems we have a romantic over here. Someone who has his head in the clouds! Too bad, the reality you live in is very different Romeo. You see, where I come from Juliet speaks of love for her Romeo, but sucks my cock instead" His reply was met with applause, more laughter and and even some whistling if I recall.
I took the drinks back to my friends who were all still moping and excused myself while I decided to teach Ranjan a lesson. I for a moment thought of a scenario where I would punch Ranjan right out of the bar and leave him a bloodied mess on the street before reality hit me and I decided a verbal way to settle this would be a much better option.
"Oh the next Nicholas Sparks has returned! Back to spout some more of that romantic nonsense?" Ranjan taunted
"What makes you think married woman cheat? Most of them have fulfilling lives with their husbands and family. Unless they were unhappy in their marriage, they would never cheat!" I thought I had given a rather well thought out argument considering the drunken stupor I was in.
"Because I have fucked plenty of women, especially married woman and let me tell you they crave my cock over their husband's any day. They let me use them in any way I desire and then return back to their husbands like nothing happened. Its like marriage opens a new level in sluttiness or something."
He said all that with a shit eating grin and in a matter of fact way to me and his friends. Some of them were awed at what he was saying, whereas I was standing there furious with my fist clenched and my brain constantly sending me danger signals not to go down that route.
"These sluts are so horny that they will do anything to get my cock inside them. Although I should add that I am an Alpha so these bitches are normally attracted to me anyway. They can't resist me. I guess if you don't possess the big dick energy like I do, these sluts won't give you any attention. You need to have the gift."
I couldn't tell what I was more offended by, him disparaging women in general, married woman in particular, his improper use of the term Alpha (which was derived from a faulty study about wolves and later revised), or his cringey use of the term "Big dick energy".
One of his friends, who I learned later was called Sameer, asked " So, you even fucked all the married sluts in your office?"
Ranjan proudly responded while pulling out his phone, "Yes, and let me tell you these sluts are desperate! If they don't get a dicking from me, it's like they suffer from withdrawal. My dick is the drug that gives them ecstasy!" He laughed as he showed a pic on his phone to everyone which was a photo I was all too familiar with. It was a girls night photo of many of the women that worked in the same ad agency as him. It included Saloni…
I was having what I could only describe as a panic attack with cold sweats forming all over me. I was both enraged and feeling nauseous as I saw Ranjan proudly hold up that pic. One of his other friend, (Neeraj I think?) pointed out to the smoking hot blonde in the pic and how lucky Ranjan was to bang her. I felt like I was having a second panic attack on top of my first one.
Ranjan took his phone back and looked at the pic again. Saloni had worn a green halter top and leather pants in that pic. I remember how she was proud of that pic and how the other women were jealous of her and I felt so proud of having a wife that was smoking hot. But right now, it felt like I was in a nightmare.
Ranjan looked at the pic before declaring "Oh, I haven't gotten around to screwing that one. Didn't realize she was in that pic" It was followed by a round of groans and boos and thumbs down by everyone while Ranjan looked on the defensive but still with that shit eating grin.
I however felt a sudden sense of relief and dropped down on the bar stool I was standing near and chugged down my entire beer. My awful day had been saved from becoming less awful. I knew Saloni would never cheat on me. I remember when we watched the movie Unfaithful once and Diane Lane was being seduced by this playboy. I loved that scene for its eroticism but Saloni was disgusted. I remember her saying how I could be turned on. She was cheating on her husband!
The chants of boos and hisses brought me back to the bar conversation. "C'mon guys, I simply didn't have the time. I have to do my job too you know!" I think it was Harsh who replied saying, "Pfft, you claim to have banged every other chick in that picture yet you skipped the hottest one. You have lost credibility!"
Ranjan was amused yet playing a kind of damage control with his friends. It was clear none of them worked with him. It was possible Ranjan was simply bragging about fictional adventures to his friends and for the first time that day I felt a spring in my step, so to speak. I was feeling proud of Saloni and thanks to the sudden influx of more alcohol a lot more bold.
"I think you are full of shit. I think you are making stuff up to impress your friends and have never got a married woman to sleep with you. I bet you don't even have any proof." I was met with oohs and aahs at my outburst to Ranjan from his friends.
"A gentleman doesn't tell. These bitches love a good dicking and that's that. I don't share their naughty secrets even if these bitches were proud to be seen sucking my dick. I have my standards." His friends all applauded at his response not even realizing the absurdity of it all. But I had to press my advantage.
"So you have nothing. Just made up stories to impress your friends. A gas filled balloon can make up better stories than that"
"Man fuck you, you just come out of nowhere and then throw shade at me while spouting some notebook shit. I would kick your ass but that won't prove my cred to my boys." Ranjan said all this while looking genuinely angry for the first time I saw him. I was taken aback a bit but regained my composure and tried to diffuse the tension.
"Woah there, calm down, I simply said you don't have proof. Nothing to be angry about. But without proof your stories are hard to believe." This time I was feeling smug while saying that.
Then Sameer said something absurd that began this dangerous game (fucking Sameer!). "You should bang that blonde slut and show her used pussy as proof." He was met with cheers and applause for that idea. Even Ranjan had his grin return. I choked a bit on the next glass of beer I was sipping, though I don't think anyone noticed.
"That is a fun idea." Ranjan said, I was gonna propose I bang this guys chick seeing as he looks so offended but she might be some fat ugly slut to have him as a husband. This slut, Sal? Saloni? whatever, she is a catch!"
I was a bit amused that Ranjan thought I would have a less appealing woman as my wife (not that there was anything wrong in that). He was such a sexist prick that Saloni would not even talk to him. I also understood why Saloni said she disliked him. However, realizing that he still didn't recognize me I continued this charade.
"How can you know I have a girlfriend or wife?" I responded
"Man, who the fuck comes and tells a random stranger all this notebook, Shakespeare shit when he doesn't even know them? It ain't rocket science"
Well I was at least certain he had no idea what Romeo and Juliet or the Notebook was about. But I was interrupted, again by Sameer.
"Let's make it a bet. You bang that slut Kendra and this guy, what's your name anyway?
"Uh Gagan"
"Ya, Gagan here buys us all drinks for the next weekend if our hero Ranjan gives a good dicking to that slut Camilla"
"I thought her name was Salo?" Neeraj responded. Sameer was like " Fuck does it matter what a slut's name is? Only thing that matters is her pussy is conquered."
"Saloni! That's her name! Now I remember. She always worked with another group that's why I didn't get a chance to dick her. But now that it is a challenge I gotta introduce her to the Big Hammer. I have to break my rule about discretion this once but it's for my boys so that's fine. I should have this done by Monday night." He was met with another round of cheers and applause!
"I haven't agreed to this bet!" Suddenly all their eyes fell on me. Ranjan looked a bit annoyed.
"Man, you come here and disrespect me and my boys spouting your crap and now you chicken out?" Before I could say another word, He added " You better agree to this bet or I will go back to my original plan of taking you out to the back and beating your ass."
He just threatened assault and while this would no doubt be a bluff getting him fired or even jail time, my drunk timid self wasn't thinking all that clearly. And I knew Saloni would never even talk to such a repulsive person, so it was an easy bet to win.
"Fine, I accept. But what do I get if I win?"
I was met with raucous laughter at this remark, but then Harsh added " Fine, if you win we will sing you an apology and buy you a drink same time next week." Everyone else still chuckled, but agreed including Ranjan .
Now, looking back had I left well enough alone, I still would've escaped the dire path I was set on. But my drunken boldness made me say something I never would have done and this includes accepting this crazy bet.
"Tell you what, make it seven days! You have seven days to seduce this wonderful married lady. I doubt you will win, but if you do, drinks are on me for the entire week after that for all of you! But if I win, you will all have to wear diapers and sing an apology song which is to be uploaded on twitter with the hashtag #werespectwomen and you gotta buy me and my work buds drinks for the entire week after."
I was met with absolute shocked silence by everyone and lots of stares towards Ranjan by Sameer, Neeraj and Harsh. Ranjan himself was taken aback a bit, but regained his composure momentarily.
"Man, I thought you were a wimp, but I admit you got some balls. It's a bet" We clanked our beer mugs and set the bet in motion that began me down a path I never anticipated.
