A month had passed since my wife Amanda and I had spent a weekend with her redheaded friend Anna; a weekend spent fucking and sucking until Anna finally broke down and admitted that sleeping with my wife behind my back was wrong. She also admitted that weekend was the best sexual experience of her life, a fact I planned to keep in my back pocket. Anna was, after all, a firecracker in the sack.
I had spent most of the month trying to finalize our encounter with Jane, the third of my wife's bridesmaids that had seduced her at the bachelorette party (and before and after).
However, just making contact with Jane was proving difficult. She and Amanda had been playing phone tag for weeks now.
I attributed the root cause of the problem to Jane's job. Jane had just completed law school, and was a first-year associate at a firm in the city where we had attended college; she, Amanda, and Bonnie at one school, me at another.
So since I didn't think Jane was fully 'engaged' in the conversation, I decided I had to engage her. Which is why I was now walking into the lobby of her firm.
After a stop at the receptionist's desk, Jane was called to come down and meet me, supposedly a client she needed to see.
I saw her before she saw me, which meant I was treated to her look of confusion. That was not a look I saw often from her.
Jane was no slouch in either looks or intelligence. She was the tallest of the girls, 5'9", and while the rest of the girls were dancers, Jane was a sprinter, which meant she didn't share their 'stick' figure.
That's not to say she was fat in the least way. The smartly cut skirt suit she was wearing showed off that she still didn't seem to be carrying an ounce of fat on her curvy frame, well, except for her D-cups, which were pinned beneath her jacket. That jacket showed off the contrast of her narrow waist and her hips as well, hips that supported an ass that was well toned by miles and miles of running.
The skirt covering that ass was short enough to show off her smooth, brown calves without being high enough to raise eyebrows.
As she approached, I prepared my statement. Here on her turf, I didn't feel in control of the situation.
There was a lot more chance of this backfiring on me with Jane than the other girls. Jane was the original link between Amanda and I.
Jane and I were from the same hometown and had gone to high school together. In college, we kept in contact in the way that people from the same high school do, not really friends, but willing to share a ride.
It was at Jane's birthday party where I had met Amanda. Jane and Bonnie were roommates freshman year, and after Amanda and Bonnie became inseparable, the three of them lived together the rest of college.
Amanda had confided to me that it was Jane who was the aggressor with Bonnie and Amanda, and instigated most of the lesbian action that went on amongst the three of them.
So there I was, watching her approach.
"Charlie, what are you doing here?"
"Hi Jane. Is there somewhere private we can talk?"
"Sure." She motioned into a small conference room off the lobby, and I closed the door behind us.
"We need to talk" once the door clicked shut.
"We're talking." She said dismissively. I could see her 'bitch shields' were up, just like Anna's. I wondered if she had been tipped off and that's why she was avoiding my wife.
"I will be blunt. I know what happened at the bachelorette party, and how you have been sneaking around with Amanda behind my back for years."
Jane shrugged in response, indicating 'so?'
"In order to save our marriage, Amanda and I reached an agreement to write her wrongs. That is where you come in."
"Come in how?"
"My agreement with Amanda is that in order to clean the slate between us, I would experience what she experienced with each of you."
"You mean have sex."
"Yes."
"Why would I do that?"
"Because you owe me."
"None of us owe you anything."
"Bonnie and Anna came to realize they did. They have already agreed to this arrangement."
Invoking the other guilty parties gave Jane pause.
"If I did agree, what would we do, just fuck right here on the table?"
I shook my head.
"With Anna, we found a nice weekend out of town worked out well for everyone."
Jane thought about what I said, then responded.
"Why would Anna, or Bonnie, go along with this?"
"Well, I do have certain leverage." I handed over my phone with a copy of the photo that showed Jane smiling next to a set of tits.
"Leverage to do what?"
"Share this photo with the world. What would this place think?"
Jane laughed in response. "I am a young, black, female lawyer. I check too many boxes not to get another job."
I smiled and nodded, respecting her confidence.
"Well, they might be progressive on things like this, but I bet your family wouldn't be so understanding."
I had gotten to know Jane's family over the years, and I knew they were good, conservative , church-going people who would be severely embarrassed by naked photos of their daughter floating around the Internet, especially since that daughter was a lawyer who they bragged about to everyone.
To make matters worse, exposing that daughter as a lesbian would bring intense shame on them. I had no doubt that Jane's parents had no idea of her proclivities. Of all the girls, I thought she was most likely to say 'bye' to 'bi'. She had never dated a guy more than a month or two, they were never anything serious, almost as if it was all just a cover. I knew she had used law school as an excuse, and even before I found out the truth I sometimes wondered if Jane played for the other team.
Invoking her family did the trick. Jane's dark eyes narrowed, and her expression got serious.
"You wouldn't dare."
"I would. I even have the email to your dad from an anonymous account ready to go."
Jane didn't respond for a second, clearly considering her options. Finally her face relaxed, and she nodded her assent.
"Does that mean you agree to my proposal?"
"Yes."
"Fine. Next Friday, be outside here at 5:00 sharp. We will pick you up, and drop you off at home on Sunday."
"But I work every Saturday. I can't leave like that."
"Tell them you are going to a last-minute wedding. I don't care. Just be out there."
I reached for the door handle and paused.
"Jane, I am going to need more than your word. I need proof of your agreement."
"What, you want a signed document? I am not drafting that."
"No, something more... visual... would be fine." I thought for a moment. "Take off your panties."
"Now you want to have sex here?"
"No, Amanda and I only have sex in front each other now. Take them off and hold them up."
Jane hesitated, but did as I asked, reaching up under her black, pin-striped skirt to pull off a lacy, purple thong.
"Very nice. You wear stuff like this every day?"
"No, I need to do laundry." She said it with some venom as she stood there, panties balled in her hands.
"Hold them up". I pantomimed the position of displaying the panties, and she followed.
As she held the pose, I pulled my phone back out.
"Now smile."
What I got was more of a sneer, but it worked. When I was done, I stepped over and took the panties from her.
"What are you doing?" Jane said, alarmed.
"Taking them."
"I can't go back to work like this."
"Why not?" I said, and left the conference room, Jane's panties shoved in my pocket. If something went wrong, they would serve as great proof of our conversation, and given there was a week and a half until we would pick Jane up from the doors I was currently exiting, an attempt to change the terms was a possibility.
On the drive home, as I was idly replaying the conversation in my mind, I had a realization. I had the pictures from the bachelorette party that showed the girls in various states of undress and sexual activities, and I knew Amanda's original sanitized version of events, but I had never gotten the full story of what had occurred.
When I got home, I relayed a summary of the day's events to my wife. I hadn't told her I was going to see Jane, just in case, but I could see Amanda was not that surprised.
Later that night, we were laying in the bed, watching TV. Amanda was curled up against me, covers pulled up to her chest, her upper arm across me.
A beer commercial that took place in a bar reminded me of my earlier musings.
"Hey babe" I said.
"Mmm." I wasn't sure if my wife was just content, or if I had woken her up.
"I realized today that I never got the whole story of your bachelorette party. I know what you told me, but not what you didn't tell me."
Amanda pulled away now, sitting up.
"Why do you want to know?"
I shrugged. "I guess I still feels like it's a secret, and I don't want it to be."
Amanda nodded, thinking.
"Umm, okay. What do you want to know?"
"Everything, I guess. Just start from the beginning."
"You know the beginning. Remember?" My wife had a little giggle in her voice now, and when I remembered, I chuckled too.
Flashing back to earlier that year, I remembered Amanda's bachelorette party began with a bang, literally. It was Friday after work. We had the whole weekend to ourselves, our first in over a month with no wedding planning to take care of. So we decided to do what any young engaged couple should. Call it an early night and have lots of sex.
After some foreplay that progressed from kissing through manual stimulation to penetration, with a quick stop at oral, Amanda was on top of me, riding me, both of us completely naked, my cock buried deep in her. My hands were on her hips, keeping her in place. She was whipping her hips around in circles, grinding her crotch on mine, her small breasts bouncing up and down with her gyrations, her long brown hair splayed over her face and shoulders.
We were both so into it, approaching orgasm, that we didn't hear anything until Anna screamed out a loud "Ohmigod you two."
Amanda and I both panicked, and she pulled off of me and turned towards the sound as both of us attempted to pull the covers up over our naked bodies.
In our open doorway were Anna, Jane, and Bonnie. The first two were leaning against the door laughing, while Bonnie looked mortified that they had caught us 'in flagrante'.
Once Amanda was sure all of her bits were covered, she asked the obvious question:
"What are you guys doing here?"
