I turned to my wife now. "Well babe, that's it. It's over. I have now had what you had. I fucked all three of the friends that fucked you before we got married."
Jane chuckled. "That's not technically true."
Amanda and I both turned to her. "What do you mean?"
"Well, it was just the four of us at your bachelorette party weekend. Which was a lot more sex. But the night before your wedding, there was a fifth girl, remember?"
Amanda's jaw dropped. She turned to me. "Honey, I told you, right?"
I nodded. I had forgotten. I had been so focused on Amanda's friends that I had forgotten who joined in the night before we were wed.
Her sister, Nicole.
"Ok, but I don't think counts. It was once." My wife looked as scared as she did since I first confronted her.
"I don't know. Let me think about it." I could tell that I wasn't get anywhere tonight, and I did need some to consider the risk/reward of fucking my wife's younger sister.
The rest of the day with Jane was uneventful. I think we all knew that the sex was over, so the girls just talked while we cleaned up and drove back.
The drive back gave me time to think about Nicole. Amanda's sister was two years younger. During the lead up to the wedding, one of my groomsmen had referred to her as 'Amanda 2.0'.
The sisters were about the same height, and if you saw them together, you could have guess they were related, but otherwise, Nicole really was 'the upgrade.'
Where Amanda's hair was light-ish brown, Nicole's was blonde. Where Amanda had a dancer's body and an A-cup, Nicole was the same through the shoulders and the waist, but her hips had curves, and her breasts were at least a C-cup.
When the guys were ogling the girls before the wedding, it was Nicole they fought over, not any of Amanda's friends.
When we arrived at Jane's apartment, I had pretty much decided it wasn't worth it. Amanda's friends would be around, but not at every family holiday. But when Jane got out of the car, she leaned back in my window and gave me a big, wet kiss.
"Thanks for everything. Who knew the guy I passed off to my friend is going to be the only guy to ever make me cum."
We all chuckled, at that, and Jane continued.
"Amanda, I'm sorry for bringing up Nicole. I can see you are upset. I don't want you guys to fight about it. So I have an idea."
Amanda, who was just getting into the passenger sheet, looked at me. We both shrugged, and looked back at Jane.
"Here's the idea. You guys have a trial where you argue your cases. Charlie for 'fucking' Nicole, and Amanda against."
"And who is going to judge? You?" My wife didn't sound happy.
"Well, I am not sure I should be the only arbiter."
"Who else? We can't tell anyone!" Amanda was getting less excited with this idea.
"What if Bonnie and Anna judge with me too? I will run the show, and the three of us will vote after."
I had to admit, Jane had put a little thought into this. As I said, I was ready to drop it, but now I realized that if I won, it would be the judges' fault, not mine.
I looked over at my wife, and saw her thinking as well. My guess was that she was trying to figure out how her friends would vote. If Jane was for, that means both Anna and Bonnie would have to be against. Amanda was probably thinking that her friends would support her, but I was willing to risk that Anna was pro-sex.
"What do you think honey?" My wife spoke. Uh-oh, time to argue the preliminaries.
"I think Jane's idea has some merit. It's better than us arguing about it."
"Plus it gives us all a chance to play again." Jane chimed in.
"Okay." My wife's answer was short and sweet. "Jane, organize it."
I quickly added: "But don't tell Bonnie or Anna about the trial. I want them unbiased. That goes for both of you."
The girls both nodded. With that, we said our goodbyes to Jane, and she said she would be in touch.
It took less than a week before Jane called to say that she had organized a weekend for all five of us. I was surprised, but I assume Anna had jumped at the chance, and Jane had bullied Bonnie into it. The date was set for a couple weeks ahead, which gave me time to plan my arguments.
On the same call, Jane had fleshed out the way the trial would work. Since we all would be arriving Friday at different times, Friday would only be for fun. Saturday at breakfast, Jane would explain what was going on, and then she would take Bonnie and Anna away to give Amanda and I time to prepare. After lunch, they would return, and we would make our cases. The three girls would then discuss amongst themselves and then announce their votes to us. This left time for play afterwards, so there would be no hard feelings. Well, other than my hard feelings of a different kind.
Amanda and I agreed not to talk about the trial at all. However, we did have to have a separate negotiation, one that I initiated. I needed to know the ground rules with her friends during the trial weekend. I had been in control up to this point, but from now on, Amanda had the right of veto on who or what I did, so I wanted to make sure I knew who, and what, I could do.
Amanda must have thought about setting some ground rules as well, because when I brought it up, she was prepared.
"I don't want you doing anything behind my back, or vice versa. So I have to be awake and present if you go beyond second base with anyone. And you and I will sleep together, but alone. And if I want something, I get it."
I thought that was pretty straightforward, and agreed.
The time before the weekend passed without incident. I decided and prepared my arguments. I decided to focus on what I thought would convince each judge, while preparing responses for Amanda's obvious points. I assume Amanda did as well, though I never saw any signs of it.
As we drove out to the AirBNB in the middle of nowhere that Jane had rented for the weekend, Amanda finally brought up the secondary topic... what happened if I won.
"Honey, I don't want to do anything with my sister. The night before the wedding, we barely touched. There was so much going on that direct contact wasn't necessary. But if it's just the three of us..." She trailed off.
"Okay. So you are saying that when you said she had sex with you, you meant in the same room at the same time, but not with each other."
"Yeah. I mean, I wasn't focused on her, but I also watched her enough to make sure she didn't freak out and tell our parents."
"Why don't you tell me what happened, so I understand what did or didn't occur." I figured it would pass the time on the drive. It was all country roads, so there wasn't a lot to see.
"Okay, so after the rehearsal, you remember how we all went out to that bar."