It is recommended that you read Part One first, if you have not already done so.
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I was taken aback when my colleague, Samuel, bet me one hundred pounds he could get my wife pregnant. I was already regretting the previous bet I had made with him that he wouldn't be able to seduce her, then manipulating events at my employer's dinner dance to load the odds in favour of his success, all to satisfy a secret fantasy of which I should be ashamed. I should have refused this bet, because I had already put my marriage in enough danger, but I am an almost compulsive gambler and simply could not resist. However, I had already satisfied my secret desire to watch Molly get fucked by another man and this time I wasn't going to make it so easy for him.
We agreed a time limit of six months for him to succeed and shook hands on the wager, then I informed him, "You know, Molly doesn't want children, so even if you can seduce her again it's unlikely she will agree to come off birth control so you may as well give me that hundred quid right now." He grinned at me and simply said, "We'll see." Instantly I began to worry about what plans he might have up his sleeve to make him so confident.
Later that week Molly said to me, "You know, Samuel's a nice guy and now he is living alone it would be good to have him over for dinner sometimes. I wondered about next Saturday as we don't have anything else on." This put me in a dilemma, for I had no way of knowing if this was an innocent act of kindness on the part of Molly, or if Samuel had already propositioned her and the two of them had arranged this in collusion. My instinct was to say no, but how would I explain this lack of charity for my best friend to Molly? Reluctantly I agreed and began to worry even more.
Samuel's reaction to the invitation was predictable. "You see, she likes me. I'm sure this idea was hers rather than yours." He was right, of course. Our friendship had cooled rapidly since he had fucked her so enthusiastically right under my nose at the recent firm's dinner dance and I was severely regretting accepting the latest bet, but he was obviously growing in confidence.
Things were understandably a little strained between Samuel and me as we sat down to dinner and Molly could sense this, which obviously added to the tension. However, the atmosphere became more relaxed as the wine flowed, until after a couple of hours we ran out. Molly and Samuel proposed that I go and get some, on the basis that I was less inebriated than either of them as I had been quite restrained in my consumption of the Cabernet Sauvignon. This was a deliberate ploy by me to stay sober and, hopefully, remain in control of the situation, but once again I was being out manoeuvred.
The sensible thing to do was walk to the off license, which would take about half an hour there and back, but I was worried about leaving my wife alone with a man who was committed to getting her pregnant and had a financial incentive to do so, so I foolishly took the car. It was unfortunate that a police officer was outside the off licence to witness me bump another car whilst parking. I failed the inevitable breathalyser and was taken to the police station to spend the night in a cell. I was allowed one phone call and sheepishly told Molly what I had done, whilst almost panicking at the thought of what those two might get up to with me conveniently out of the way.
I was right to worry. Over a glass of my Scotch, Molly became even less inhibited and snuggled up to Samuel on the couch whilst telling him how much she had enjoyed their last liaison. In return he confessed about the bets but assured her he had always really fancied her and it was only because I was his best friend that he hadn't moved on her sooner. Initially Molly was upset at being the subject of a bet, but soon began to see it as almost flattering. They agreed to start an affair, but to keep me in the dark about it. "But what about you not wanting children," Samuel asked Molly. "Quite apart from the bet, I really want some."
"Well, I'm starting to change my mind on that," replied Molly, "after all I'm not getting any younger. I'll be thirty next birthday." With that they began kissing impatiently and soon enough she was in his arms as he carried her to our marital bed for a night of wild passion whilst I huddled uncomfortably in my cell, full of misery.
Later the next week Molly dropped what was to me a bombshell. "I saw the doctor today and he said I must come off the pill for a while as I've been taking it for so long. You'd better get some condoms."
"How convenient," I thought, "I bet Samuel won't have to wear one." I was right, of course, even though my fears were based on suspicion rather than any actual hard evidence. Molly and Samuel began to enjoy their clandestine affair, all the time leaving me little clues that were enough to increase my suspicion, yet with a fully plausible explanation. Molly took to "carelessly" leaving her phone laying around, with numerous text messages to and from Samuel that were all entirely innocent but designed to concern me. Things like, "Really enjoyed the evening you came to dinner, must do it again sometime," to which his reply was, "Thanks for a lovely meal, the 'afters' were fantastic. Let's hope John can be there for the whole evening next time." This, and other messages like it, were innocent enough, but with an intentional ambiguity that was designed to needle me.
