The Bet and Ave Maria

Art and David were the best of friends. So were their wives. The couples usually went everywhere and did everything together and the women had bonded. One Saturday night, David, a tall, good-looking Latino with jet-black hair, and Art a tall, athletically built Caucasian with brown hair, decided to go to a local watering hole to watch a boxing match on their giant screen TV. The fight, if one can call it that, ended with the second punch of the first round. So the night wasn’t a total waste, the two decided to stay in the bar and have dinner. As they ate, they talked and had several beers. As usual, they talked sports and about the women they’d each banged while in the service and how their wives stacked up to them. “If you don’t mind my saying so, I think Sonja is cute and very sexy. I’ve always liked her—a lot. I’d love to fuck her just once to see if she’s as hot as she looks,” Art said. David stared at him then laughed. Art often spoke of Sonja that way. He’d had a thing for David’s wife ever since he’d met her years before. In fact, both had lusted after each others’ wife for several years and they often joked about it. “Well, your wife is also cute and sexy. I’d like to fuck her, too,” he said. “Maybe we could swap?” Art laughed like he usually did when David suggested such things. “No. They’d never go for that. They’re too conservative. In fact, I’m positive that Romie would never go for it. But I bet I could seduce Sonja if I really tried,” Art said smugly. “I doubt that very much. Even though Sonja likes you, I don’t think you’d get very far with her,” David said. “But I bet I could seduce Romie easy enough.” “How much?” asked Art. “Huh?” David replied not sure of what he’d heard. “How much are you willing to bet? I’m willing to bet you, say, $5,000 that I can seduce Sonja and have sex with her before you can do the same with Romie,” Art challenged. “Are you serious?” David asked. “I am—if you’re willing to take up the challenge. How sure are you that you can nail Romie before I can nail Sonja?” Art asked as he sipped his beer. “Very sure,” David said with more than a little machismo. “When I turn on the Latin charm, no woman can resist me.” Art laughed. “You’re that confident?” he asked. “You know me, bro! Of course I am. If I turned on the charm, I know I could seduce Romie,” David said smugly. Art knew his friend’s ego wouldn’t let him back down from this challenge, no matter how preposterous. He decided to shoot for the moon to see if David would back down. “Then put your money where your mouth is. Bet me,” Art dared. “That’s a lot of money. Can you afford to lose it?” David asked. “Can you?” Art asked. David nodded after a few seconds. “Are you sure about this?” he asked. “Yes. Look, David. I’ve had the hots for Sonja ever since you introduced me to her. To be honest, I’ve wanted to have sex with her for years. So I’m willing to lay some serious cash on the line just to have a fair shot at her—and to give you a fair shot at Romie—if you’re so sure you can nail her,” Art said. “What are the rules?” asked David as he warmed to the idea. “We can do anything we want to get them into bed—but it can’t be anything forceful or violent. And no drugs. Alcohol is okay but they have to be awake and willing,” Art suggested. “That’s seems fair. Anything else?” David asked. “It has to be a true, honest fuck. No petting, oral or anything like that. We have to really fuck them,” Art said. “And you have to do it all the way to climax. Just putting it in and giving them a few pumps won’t get it. And only the pussy counts.” “How many times?” David asked. “At least once to win the bet. How many times after that depends on how they feel about it,” Art replied. “Agreed. Er, how do we prove we did it?” David asked. “Word of honor will do for me. I trust you to tell me the truth and I know you can trust me to do the same. We’ve never lied to each other before and there’s no point in starting now,” Art said. “Agreed,” David said as they shook hands to seal the bet. “You have yourself a bet. Um, should be have a time limit on this?” “How about two months from tomorrow? If neither of us succeeds, we can either call it off or extend the time by another month,” Art said. David nodded. “You know this is the craziest thing we’ve ever done—and we’ve done some crazy things in the past,” David said. “We’ve just wagered our wives’ virtues. What if this leads to us having affairs?” “If it happens, it happens. At least we’ll both know about it. Besides, it will be our fault because we made it happen. We’ll have to live with the circumstances,” Art said. “And let there be no hard feelings between us.” “What if they talk to each other and realize something’s up?” David asked. “I doubt that will happen. Romie would be too ashamed to mention it and Sonja probably won’t mention it if Romie doesn’t,” Art assured him. “We can’t let them know about this—especially if we want to go on living.” “Now that we’ve agreed to this, how are we going to set this up?” asked David. “We have to find ways for me to be alone with Sonja on a regular basis and for you to be alone with Romie. We’ll have to come with excuses to make this happen,” Art said. “Well, how about this? Since you’re always asking me to drive you places and Romie’s always asking the same of Sonja, we’ll just switch off on that the next few times. Also, if either of them need help with anything, we come up with excuses so that you can be there to help Sonja and I can help Romie,” David suggested. “Good idea. We can start Saturday. You’re supposed to take me to Sears to get tools. Find a way to back out of that and tell Sonja to take me instead. I can offer to buy her lunch for her trouble. That way, I’ll have an excuse to spend extra time with her,” Art said.