This was a bit of different story for me I hope my readers enjoy it. Just to note I have not abandoned any of my other stories, I just have so many ideas it's hard to find time to write them all.
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"All right, you're on." Shyamala grinned as she took her husband's hand in acceptance of his bet to drink a shot of zombie, supposedly the strongest drink at the bar. He was light skinned with brown hair an immigrant from France and she was darker skinned the daughter of Immigrants from India.
"So, whoever succumbs first, whether puking, passing out or going completely gaga is the loser."
"And the stakes, René?" He smiled.
"Loser has to kiss their best friend." He nodded meaningfully at Lisa who was sitting at the bar along with Jack, his best friend. She returned his grin as the bartender set two shot glasses in front of them. Lisa groaned as Jack made the countdown to ensure that they both drank at the same time.
"Three." The two downed the drinks quickly and both sat on the stools breathing slowly as the bartender and their friends watched with rapt interest. René attempted to speak before jumping to his feet and rushing for the men's room. Shyamala had just started laughing when she too jumped to her feet and rushed for the toilets.
"So, do you think this will be their latest craze, bets?" Jack nodded as he made a poor attempt to conceal his amusement.
"When they met it was hang gliding, followed by bungee jumping and then there was that extreme driving phase. Those two are so competitive." Lisa took a sip before turning to him.
"But we both know that we're relieved they got married, right?" He nodded feeling less humorous. "They compete against each other and we don't get dragged on white water rafting trips." They continued drinking as they waited for René and Shyamala to return from the bathroom. They didn't have long to wait. The two returned to their seats looking a bit bedraggled, but overall as eager as ever. René idly stared at his drink as he considered whether or not to drink anything more. His reverie was broken as his wife spoke.
"Okay, René you've had a moment now pay up." Jack spit as he nearly choked on his drink. Shyamala turned to him. "Relax Jack, we both used mouthwash before coming back. So, get to it René." René stood to approach Jack, who looked like he might object, but quickly changed his mind as René leaned in. "I'm not going to insist on tongue, but I want to see a real kiss." The two were hesitant, but nonetheless the two pressed their lips together, molding their mouths to one another. The kiss lasted for maybe fifteen seconds, but it was enough to get the attention of everyone in the room. When they did break away it was to brief applause. The two hastily sat down, blushing as each took a swift drink. After giving her husband a moment Shyamala stood and tapped him on the shoulder. He looked up to her holding out her hand, which he took.
"Come, I'll give you a chance to get one on me." He followed her lead to one the pool tables. Jack and Lisa followed as they were always eager to see what the two would be up to next.
"Stakes?" René grinned, clearly forgetting about his loss. Shyamala frowned a she appeared to ponder this, prompting a laugh from Jack and Lisa.
"Go on, Shy let him off the hook, tell him." Shyamala grinned.
"Loser has to expose themselves, right here, right now." He didn't bat an eyelash as he racked up the balls.
"Who goes first?" She gestured with her cue.
"How about you go honey, I am one up after all." René nodded as he got into position. The cue ball struck the other balls. When they settled five had been sunk, two solid and three striped. Their friends clapped softly as René proceeded to sink two more, but couldn't manage a sixth. Shyamala was actually the better pool player, but René had been working on getting better as neither could stand losing. Two balls sunk in one move drew the attention of others, however a miscue caused her to scratch before she could tie it up. On his turn he managed one more and then she managed to sink two tying it up. René managed to sink his seventh and sent the cue into the eight ball. The crowd seemed to be holding its breath as the eight ball rolled to a pocked and for a moment it seemed like it might stop before finally rolling in, to cheers from the crowd. René got a few handshakes and pats on the back as the crow disappeared. He turned to Shyamala and gestured meaningfully.
She sighed as she quickly lifted up her shirt before lowering it again, only raising it long enough for him to see that she wasn't wearing a bra. He smiled as they finished their drinks and headed home. They lived in walking distance, although Jack and Lisa did not. Their friends would spend the night as the four were planning to spend the next day watching a game. René and Shyamala were passionately supporting opposing teams, while Jack and Lisa were not particularly supporters of either. However this was a big game and while not the Super Bowl, watching it together had become something of a tradition. As they walked Shyamala spoke.
"So, guys have you two thought it might be easier to date each other instead of looking for romance elsewhere." The two looked at one another and laughed as Lisa responded.
"It would certainly be easier not having to explain you two." Shyamala stiffened and turned to her, the very picture of seriousness.
"What do you mean?" Jack laughed.
"You mean apart from the fact that you endlessly compete, which to others might disguise how in love you are?" René laughed as the four continued walking. The next day was spent in preparation for the big game, mainly preparing the food, but with some consideration for straightening the TV room. The game was at one and at half past noon the four were seated to watch it. The game soon picked up speed and the fourth quarter saw both teams tied with minutes to go. René's team had the ball and they were less than ten yards from the goal. He turned to his wife grinning.
"I bet they make it and win the game." Shyamala laughed as they made eye contact.
"Right, your quarterback is known for choking when the pressure's on." She held out a hand. "What's the wager?" He took her hand.
"Simply victory. Winner gives the loser a bare bottom spanking as soon as the game ends." She blinked momentarily before shaking his hand.
"You're on." They returned to the game as the ball was hiked. The quarterback was barely able to launch the ball before he was tackled. The ball was off course and looked like it might be incomplete, however one of the receiving team managed to get under it. However it bounced off his fingers keeping it in the air a little longer and one of René's team managed to reach it. Suddenly several more of the opposing to rushed in and the receiver was tackled. The whistle blew and the ref had to sort through the players before declaring a touchdown. Shyamala groaned.
"Well, there's still time for my team to tie it up again." Her team scored a field goal, but René's soon ran out the clock and his team won by four points. Jack and Lisa looked from one to the other.
"Are you guys serious?" Jack just shook his head and Lisa sighed as she moved to a chair to give them room on the couch. René sat in the middle of the couch, grinning as he rubbed his hands comically and Shyamala stood to lower her shorts. The panties soon followed after only a moment's hesitation. She lay across his lap and he rubbed her ass for several moments.
"Hey we said a spanking, not a fondle." He didn't speak but smacked her bottom with vigor. She yelped, although more in surprise than pain. The other two weren't sure how to react to the display before them. René alternated between smacking his wife's bottom, whose reactions had turned to soft moaning, and squeezing her cheeks in both hands. At one point she looked up.
"If you d-don't...oh...take this, uhh...seriously...oh god...the bet's off." René moved a hand between her legs, but only lightly touched her lips before returning to her rear in earnest. She swore under breath in response to his teasing, but was soon focused on her ass again. The room was quiet except for the regular sound of René's hand striking Shyamala's bottom. Despite themselves Jack and Lisa were completely entranced by the sight before them. Shyamala was writhing and moaning loudly as the spanking continued. The other two were wondering if she could orgasm from just the spanking. However René was noticeably slowing down and he had begun to pant. He stopped and sat back as he struggled to catch his breath. Jack and Lisa relaxed in their seats and let out their breaths that they hadn't realized they were holding. Shyamala attempted to rise to her feet, but soon found herself sinking to the floor. The four remained in their positions before Shyamala finally managed to rise to her feet and straighten her clothes. Soon the other three followed suit. The guys went into the kitchen as both were hungry and thirsty, while Lisa followed Shyamala into the bedroom. While Shyamala changed Lisa spoke.
"So, Shy it looked like you were close. I've never seen anything quite like it."
"Yeah, it was intense."
"How's it feel?" Shyamala turned and looked questioningly. "I mean, how does your bottom feel now." Shyamala nodded.
"Well, I won't be sitting down without care, but I'm already thinking about how to get back at him." They grinned and Lisa shook her head as they returned to the living room where the other two were sitting on the couch munching. Walking right up to René, Shyamala stood with her hands on her hips. René quickly looked up.
"My turn, this time I won't rely on a team, but my own ability to win. I challenge you a round on that fighting game." René nodded as he powered up the game and retrieved the controllers.
"The prize?" Shyamala grinned as she accepted the controller.
"We go to a dyke or gay bar, depending on who loses and the loser has to have a drink and dance with someone they meet."
"Anything else?" She shook her head.
"I won't require anymore." They sat on the couch as they selected their characters. She selected a woman who was built like an amazon, this was her favorite as she sometimes wished she were tall and muscular, while René chose a popular character that some considered the use of to be cheap. His strategy was to outmaneuver her character as his favored speed and agility, while hers favored power. He managed to get a number of hits, but her high defense meant that her life dropped slowly. However he was making progress as her character was down to half and his was barely affected. This seemed a foregone conclusion, until suddenly a misstep on his part meant that she was able to land a special attack and cost him a chunk of life. She followed this up with several quick strikes that further took their toll, he tried to counter, but she maintained her momentum until his character ran out of life.
