“Terry and I are getting a divorce,” Angela said as I sat her coffee in front of her.

“What? You can’t! You’re perfect together!” I replied, pretty loudly, actually.

Terry was the perfect brother in law for me. He was who I turned to whenever anything went wrong with my apartment, my car, hell, even my relationships. I can talk to him about anything. He is like having a gay best guy friend but better, because he’s straight and my sister’s husband. She can’t divorce him!

“I know, but our marriage got stale, Sonya. We realized we kind of wanted different things, now. He’s always working on some project, fixing something, helping people he doesn’t even know and I started to feel like he was taking me for granted.”

“That’s no reason to ditch him, Angela! Just tell him how you feel,” I suggested, sure that they could figure this out without having to get the big D. “What about the kids?”

“You think we haven’t talked? Jeez, we’ve talked this thing to death, Sonya. We’ll stay friends, but just not married. You know, kind oc like fuck buddies, only without the regular fucking. He is still great in the sack,” Angela smirked.

“So why get divorced then? Can’t you just give each other hall passes?” I was reaching, but I didn’t care.

“I offered him one already. His problem is that he hated that idea. He doesn’t want to think about his wife with another guy. He says he’d feel like a cuck.”

“So it’s his idea to divorce you because you want a little dick on the side?” I asked, reading between the lines.

“Actually, it was my idea and he agreed, pretty quickly at that. He said he knows I don’t need him then he admitted I’m not ‘doing it for him’ in the bedroom anymore,” Angela admitted, using air quotes and blushing a bit.

Then she surprised me by adding with a smirk, “I wouldn’t be averse to a little strange now and again, though. The more I’ve thought about it, the more exciting it sounds. Not just a new dick either. There’s this cute girl at work who’s been putting the moves on and I was wondering what it’d be like ... you know ... with a woman.”

“Angela!” I giggled. “I never took you for a rug muncher!”

It was my turn to blush. Angela and I could talk about anything but her having an interest in girls had never been spoken about before.

Angela giggled right back. “I know, right? But I read something in Cosmo that said women are far more likely to want to experiment with women than men are with men. It’s just how we are. Don’t tell me you haven’t seen a juicy pair of tits and haven’t wondered what they taste like?”

“Ahhh ... No?” I laughed back.

“Wanna know something else crazy?” Angela continued, looking like she didn’t believe my denial one bit, but willing to overlook it.

“What?” I asked, happy to move on from talking about lesbian sex.

“Terry wants to fuck you. We talked about limits after we divorce and he asked how I felt about him and you ... as in you hooking up with him for a one night stand. He wanted to know if that would weird me out. One thing about Terry is that he sure has brass balls!”

“No he did not! You have GOT to be lying!” I gasped, the fantasy I usually have springing to mind and making me blush.

“Nope. God’s own truth. He said ever since you wore that asymmetrical off the shoulder red dress at Cathy’s graduation, he’s wanted you. Said it was all he could do not to whip it out right there. I remember we had the best sex ever that night, too. Now I know why.”

Terry really wants to have sex with me? OMG! I’ve fantasized about what his butt looks like naked more times than I can count! Maybe them getting divorced wasn’t all that bad after all? But Angela hadn’t actually said she was okay with the idea of me fucking him not that I’d ever turn him down.

“How did that confession make you feel, sis?” I asked, probingly.

“I don’t care if you two fuck. I mean I was willing to give him a permanent hall pass. But he’s had an offer of a great job out in California and after the divorce he’ll be leaving. So, if you want to do the nasty with him, you’ll get about one chance. Are you horny for my husband, Sonya?” Angela asked with a twinkle in her eye. “I imagine it’s every man’s fantasy to bone sisters, too!”

“Well obviously I wouldn’t throw him out of bed but I think it’d be too weird. It’s Terry, after all,” I replied, still replaying the fantasy of exactly that in the back of my head.

“Sonya! You would, wouldn’t you! I can smell it! Your puss is starting to stink up the kitchen!” Angela laughed. “You want to fuck my husband! Damn girl, you should have said something months ago when Terry and I started discussing splitting up!”

“Ah, no. Two reasons. He’s your HUSBAND and you never mentioned anything about divorce before! Now the bastard is going to leave and go all the way out to California? What the fuck, Angela. Who’s going to keep my car running now?”

“That is so you, Sonya,” Angela laughed. “Tell you I’m getting divorced and all you care about is who’s going to fix your shit.”

“No! I’m sad you two are splitting up but I’ve gotta consider myself too you know! Mechanics are expensive and until I get another job I’ll be screwed if anything goes wrong with Ben.”

“Ben will be fine. Just don’t run over any more curbs in him or drive him on empty like you’ve done countless times. Terry’s told you that hundred times,” Angela reminded me.

Ben’s my minivan and he’s been mine since I graduated high school. He was Mom and Dad’s graduation gift. They thought my boyfriend at the time was going to knock me up and have to marry me so they had tried to plan ahead. It was so like them to be pragmatic but Ben had come in handy countless times, moving me from one apartment to the next. Angela got a Honda Civic.

“But what if? What am I going to do? You can’t let Terry go off to California and abandon me! Make him stay, damn it!”

That came out more forcefully than I’d meant it too, but I meant it, nonetheless.

“Yeah. Let’s offer him a relationship with both of us if he’ll stay,” Angela joked. “My kids would love that!”

It struck me that she didn’t completely sound like she was joking but I knew she had to be.

“You’re joking, but I’d do it if that’s what it took!” I blurted before thinking it through.

“Sonya! You slut!” Angela giggled. Instead of being angry, she actually sounded amused. “Just imagine us waking up on either side of him. He still suffers morning wood,” she giggled. “Would we take care of it together?”

Angela was not helping. My pussy was already beginning to feel swampy and she was piling it on. Then suggesting a way of convincing Terry to stay in North Carolina. That the idea was so freaking tempting, even if impossible, was just plain mean. She didn’t even sound like she was weirded out by it. If anyone was, it was me. I imagined the look on her face if I called her bluff and agreed. That made me smile despite the news.

“Hey, you’ve had fifteen years with the guy. Morning wood would be mine. At least for the first few months “ I replied, trying to sound cheeky.

“If you get to hog the morning wood, you can give up your ass when he wants butt sex, too,” Angela dismissed my joke as if we were actually negotiating.

I guess in a way we were, even if it was an imaginary scenario. Terry would never go for it despite admitting an attraction and I didn’t know if I really could, either. Sharing my sister’s husband? Crazy talk!

Anyway, I’m just not that physically spectacular. I’m in shape, healthy and only a year older than Terry, but I could never compete against a job he’d be willing to cross the entire country for.

“Once a month, maybe,” I replied to her comment about butt sex as I kept the fun banter going.

I once had a boyfriend that was obsessed with anal and would rather do my butt than my vajayjay. I always secretly thought he was gay but I’d usually submit to it anyway. I have something like a G-spot back there that actually helps me get off when a guy does it right.

There’s really something freaking hot about letting a guy do my butt and the way men get when they find out I’m into it is empowering. Raw. Rough. I guess humbling, even, but I don’t focus too much on that aspect. When I’m into it with a guy, I just let him think it’s his idea.

Now if they take charge and choke me at the same time, I usually end up squirting with just a couple of fingers stimulating my clit while my butt’s being plowed. In other words, anal isn’t off the table for me.

I’d talked to Angela about that ex so she knew I’d do anal just as I knew that she couldn’t take Terry in hers. She’d said fingers were fine, but Terry’s tool stretched her too much and was way too painful.

“Then it’s settled. Ask him,” Angiela stated bluntly, catching me unprepared. We’d been joking around!

“Like Hell I will! I can just imagine how that’d go! “Hey Terry,” for some reason I pitched my voice lower as if I was Terry instead of pretending to ask Terry a question. “How about you don’t divorce my sister and go off to California and instead, we’ll make it worth your while in the sack?” I ended the pretend questioning with a raised eyebrow and an expression like Joey from Friends.

My expression at the end made Angela laugh out loud. “What are you? Suddenly a Jersey hoodlum? Other than that, it’s perfect. We haven’t been able to settle comfortably on the kids since they can’t really travel across country every weekend. We’ve tentatively agreed to switch out every 6 months after he gets settled, but I just don’t know how I’d handle the kids being gone that long. Are you serious, Sonya? Would you be willing to fuck Terry if it meant him staying?”

“Angela, stop! We were just playing! I am NOT going to fuck your husband!” I insisted, frantically searching my brain to come up with a way of reassuring her that her husband was safe from my clutches.

I couldn’t say I was in a relationship. I wasn’t. It was too late to say Terry doesn’t do it for me. She had to know he does. I couldn’t walk back my comments about needing Terry’s skills as a handyman because that was already weighing heavily on me.

“The kids!” I said as inspiration hit. “They’re old enough to know that something weird would be going on if their Aunt Sonya followed you and Terry into the bedroom one night instead of leaving to go home.”

“We’ll tell them,” Angela shrugged. “I’m not raising my kids to treat sex as something dirty.”

“The twins are just 14! It’ll scar them for life!” I insisted.

“Harley and Bonny are not naive, Sonya. They both know what sex is. I’ve caught them playing doctor together, remember?”

She was right. I remembered a frantic call at seven o’clock one morning with Angela almost in hysterics after catching her daughter Bonny examining her fraternal brother Harley’s erection. She’d been convinced her daughter was about to suck her son off.

I’d assured her that a 13 year old girl (at the time) would be disgusted at the idea of putting a penis in her mouth and they were just curious about each other’s developing bodies. Now my calm reassurances were coming back to bite me.

“It’s not the same thing, Angela. Anyway, there’s a big difference between fantasy and reality. I doubt Terry would ever actually make the leap from considering me attractive to wanting me in his bed.”

I was really speaking for myself. Imagining Terry’s dick was one thing. Being presented with it would be something altogether different. I’d probably run screaming from the room if he actually pulled it out in front of me, not that he ever would. Then there was the thing about him choosing me over some dream job on the other side of the country.

“Chicken,” Angela teased.

“Damn straight! I would never in a million years encourage my sister’s husband or let him see me naked, much less screw me!”

“He’s seen you practically naked before, Sonya. Remember that party in January with the hottub? Terry couldn’t stop talking about you in your underwear.”

“Oh my God, Angela! I’m so embarrassed! You never said anything!” I suddenly felt mortified.

It had never occurred to me that Terry even noticed my matching lingerie set despite the thong bottoms and the lacy bra that hid nothing. We’d all been drunk and to my way of thinking, Terry had been focused a hundred percent on Angela.

I never would have let him see me like that if I hadn’t considered him untouchable - just my sister’s husband or to be fair, even less corruptible than a flamboyantly gay man.

“Yeah, like I could tell you that! Anyway, he’s only recently admitted that he’s developed somewhat of an infatuation with you and those big titties of yours.”

“My bee stings just always made me think it was my saggy, almost flat chest and athletic body that had attracted him,” she said self-deprecatingly. “So ... I’ll talk to him myself, chicken. If he goes for it, you can move out of this dive and in with us.”

“Hey this is my home you’re running down. It’s ... homey,” I defended the crappy apartment I had reluctantly accepted and was already behind in rent on.

“It’s a dive, Sonya. You know it. I know it. Terry knows it. He told you not to take it. He said Ashok is a slum lord and you moved in anyway. Terry’s spent more time fixing it up for you in three months than the landlord’s spent on it in ten years.”

“What’s the real problem? I’m really okay with you screwing Terry if it means he stays. I still love the man, damn it.”

There it was, I realized. Angela was willing to put aside any normal feminine jealousies in order to keep her husband. She’d acted so blasé about me sleeping with him but the truth was she didn’t want a divorce at all and was willing to give up whatever she needed to, to keep him. If it wasn’t me, it’d be another woman she’d be throwing at him in an attempt to keep him. It was kind of sad.

“Did he really say he’s interested in me?” I asked, now double guessing the spiel she’d handed me.

“He really did. But there’s something else. He ummm ... he wants you ... as his bitch.”

“What? You’ve discussed this with him? Oh my God, Angela!”

“I’m sorry, sis! He said if he had you, his life here would be perfect. But he wants a woman that’ll do as she’s told. He’s gotten so frustrated with you asking his advice then never taking it. He said if I got you to agree to be his bitch, he’d give you a good life and he’d have no reason to be bored with me anymore. I’m willing if you could find it in your heart to try it.”

They’d discussed me? Like ... like a ... a bargaining chip? Son of a bitch! I probably should have been angry at him wanting me to be his do-girl but I was too busy being angry that Angela was acting as his pimp. That’s what it felt like, anyway. Angela pimping me out to her husband.

“Angela Montgomery! Have you lost your ever loving mind? Do you know what you’re doing? You’re fucking pimping me out to your husband!”

“Okay, so what if I am? You said you’d fuck him. Is it really pimping if it’s something you said you’d do before I ever asked? All I’m asking for is you to give it a go. I know I’m weak for even letting him suggest this but in a way, it’s kind of arousing to me too. It’s more like I’m pimping my husband’s dick out to my sister. Tell me that ain’t hot and a great compliment.”

Well, she did have a point there, I decided, feeling my anger being assuaged.

“You’re truly okay with the idea of me and Terry? Seriously? No take backs, no repercussions? If I do it, you can’t ever hold it against me. If we do it, it’s done and can’t be undone,” I said seriously.

“I know and I agree,” Angela said with a note of finality that I just couldn’t accept. I felt the need to expound on my thoughts.

“No changing your mind at 2am and kicking me out into the street. We try it one time. If we get through me and Terry fucking and if neither of us ... not you but just me and Terry ... if we’re okay afterwards, we agree it’s a done deal and me and him will be together just like you and him.”

“I don’t love him like you do but he’s a hell of a catch and one taste of this,” I swept my hand over my body, “and he’ll be hooked,” I said with fake confidence. “I don’t need a sister with a grudge.”

“I’ve known Terry long enough and well enough to know I won’t change my mind. If I get my hooks into him, he’ll be as much mine as he’s yours. You understand that, right?”

“I know, sis. I said I agree,” Angela insisted then added, “I want to agree and pinky swear before you change your mind, Sonya,” Angela answered me slowly, making me wonder what I was missing.

“But you’re my sister and I love you. I can’t just do that without you understanding what you’re agreeing to as well. Terry would treat you right, just like he always has. But you understand that he wants a bitch, not a second wife.”

“Okay,” I replied, still not seeing what she was getting at. “I’ve got a history of guys treating me like a bitch because I freely admit I can be one. What exactly do you mean? Spell it out for me.”

“It means you don’t get to let him talk at you without caring what he’s actually saying. You would have to do as you’re told. Like ... no, not like at all. He’d be the boss of you. Could you deal with that?”

“Okaaaay ... I listen to him now. He’s smart and interesting. I still don’t get what your concern is, Angela,” I replied, not knowing where she was going. Maybe she meant like him BEING my boss as if fucking him would be a job? A chore? I would be happy with as much overtime as I could get if half of what Angela had told me about him in bed was true! I love sex!

“I really don’t think you do get it, sis. Take this dump for example,” she said, indicating my home. “Terry advised you against getting this place. If you were his bitch you wouldn’t have gotten it.”

Angela had a point there, I guess. That was just one example of me doing something contrary to what Terry had suggested. There’d been get rich quick schemes, me buying shit that he’d said would be a mistake only to later find out he was right. If I’d listened to him half the times he’d made his opinions known, I’d probably be a millionaire now, not just ‘existing’. We’ll maybe not be a millionaire, but doing at least half as good as Angela and him.

“Okay, so I’ve been stupid in the past. I can get behind what you’re suggesting,” I said, not quite willing to think of the implications of considering myself Terry’s ‘bitch’ but at least understanding what Angela was on about now.

“Terry would be the boss of me but youre saying he’d treat me the same as he does now so what real difference does it make? He wouldn’t suddenly turn into a micromanaging psychopath or anything, would he? You know, like making me get permission to take a dump?” I asked, trying to lighten the mood.

“Ummm ... I don’t think so, but that would be a question for him. He thinks you lack discipline,” Angela said, looking embarrassed.

“I lack discipline? Hardly! I’m so single-minded I don’t listen to advice when I should, if anything. You’re always telling me how hard-headed I am. Surely you’ve got to admit that, right?” I asked, watching my sister over my coffee mug.

I watched as a smile crept onto Angela’s face as she considered what I’d said. Eventually she nodded her agreement.

“So we’re agreed? No take backs if I do this? No hard feelings if things go well between me and Terry and I guess especially if they don’t and it’s a one and done thing? I’m not willing to lose my sister after trying to help you out.”

“No. Terry promised me if you were around for more than needing his help all the time, he’d be content with our relationship. And so would I. I promise.”

“I can’t believe you’d really let another woman have sex with Terry. You must really love him unconditionally.”

“If you have to say that, Sonya, you don’t know me as well as I thought you did,” Angela replied, sounding offended that I’d questioned her love for Terry.

“I don’t mean it like that, sis! I mean, this is a pretty big freakin deal! Are you absolutely sure? You’re not just screwing with me?”

“I told you, Sonya. I was willing to let Terry screw any piece of fluff that caught his attention if he could pull them. I’d much rather it was you, to like ... keep it in the family, you know? I just didn’t think I would have been able to convince you. Especially about being Terry’s bitch. You’re truly okay with that part of it? I don’t know what would happen if you wig out and change your mind after a week or something.”

“And I told you, Angela. If having sex with Terry is even half as good as you’ve made it out to be, you’ll never be able to get rid of me. Even if Terry does want to micromanage my every move!” I laughed at the absurdity of the idea.

We talked about other stuff for another hour but I know Angela was as psyched as I was, to get together with Terry. Before she left, Angela told me Terry had asked her to invite me over for dinner the following night. I knew why she waited until she was leaving to ask. I’d been all set to follow her home but she said Terry had told her that if she agreed, waiting would be a test for me.

Hearing that rankled a little. I almost asked who Terry thought he was, ordering me around before we’d even tried sex together, but I let it go. Let him play his little power games, I thought to myself. I’d have him wrapped even further around my little finger after he’d sampled a little Sonya suction on his not so little man.

I parked Ben on the driveway and walked to the door. I considered just letting myself in but at the last second, I changed my mind and knocked. I always knock on Angela’s door and I would be getting ahead of myself just treating their house like it was nine. I did wonder why I’d negotiated a trial run first.

Angela’s home and husband would be a fantastic score if he hadn’t changed his mind. I knew I’d forgive Angela if he did, but it’d take a metric ton of groveling if he left me standing there looking stupid in front of his kids.

Shit. The kids. How would they react? I mean I was always visiting and I’d frequently stayed the night, but not in my sister’s bedroom and certainly not with her and her Terry. Angela had said they’d know exactly what was going on. Would it be just too weird to go through with?

Then there was Angela. Would she take my spot on the couch tonight? Or would she actually want to see me do the deed with him? I don’t mean to brag, but I really intended to screw her husband until he begged for mercy. I just didn’t know about doing it with my sister for an audience. Would I be able to kiss Terry like I do when I have sex? To me, kissing is such a big part of getting it on with a guy.

Oh God, protection! Was my diaphragm still good? I had to pause for a moment to remember how long it’d been in there, my finger an inch from the doorbell. Yes. It’d only been three months. Whew!

Would Terry want to use condoms or go bareback? For myself, I wanted to feel Terry, not latex. But what if he was worried about an STD? There were so many questions I hadn’t thought to ask! Maybe I’d get an opportunity to ease into things and get my questions answered? I hoped so, just not over dinner in front of the kids.

That led me right back to my niece and nephew’s opinion of what they’d no doubt guess at when we all piled into their bedroom. I shut myself up and pressed the damned button.

“Aunt Sonya!” Harley greeted me with his usual grin for his favorite aunt. Well, his only aunt, actually.

“Hey, Harley. How are you doing? It’s been almost a week,” I added, a little surprised myself. That had been, for me, quite a long break.

“Good! Dad said you’ll be moving in permanently! I can’t wait!”

“Getting a little ahead of himself, isn’t he?” I laughed. “We’re supposed to see if this can work out, first.”

“Yeah. Make sure you blow his mind. I do NOT want him and mom splitting up,” he said sincerely even as he stepped back to let me pass him.

What the Hell had Angela and Terry told them?! Did they know their dad and I were going to test out sex tonight? There was no way I was going to ask and I was glad he was behind me so he couldn’t see how shocked and embarrassed I was by his suggestion.

“Hey, Aunt Sonn,” Bonny waved from the couch in the living room. “Dad was just telling us you might be coming to live. Please say you will. No stupid job is worth mom and dad splitting up. Most of my friends have either a mom or dad at home and I’ve got status, having both ‘rents at here. I’m not gonna call you mom too, though,” she said, her expression turning serious.

Holy Hell! Just what the hell had my sister and Terry told them!

“Ahh, I’m always going to be your Aunt Sonn,” I assured my niece, not having any clue what else TO say.

“Good,” Bonny nodded. It’s one thing you being dad’s bitch and quite another having an extra ‘rent to answer to.”

“Bonny!” Angela said, only hearing her daughter’s last words as she emerged from the kitchen.

“What?” Bonny asked, looking over her shoulder at Angela. “Dad made it clear she’d be his bitch. That’s the word he used. I just wanted to know if I had to call her Aunt Bitch after today. I didn’t want to, but Aunt Sonn said she’d always be Aunt Sonn. She will, won’t she?”

Bonny at least had the decency to sound contrite.

“Yes, dear. She’ll always be your Aunt Sonya. I don’t want you calling her anything other than that, especially not the B-word.”

“Okay, mom,” Bonny replied, her youthful smile returning. “That’s a relief,” she added.

“But there will be more family activities now that Aunt Sonya can’t beg off claiming a hangover, right?” Harley asked from behind me, startling me and making me jump. I’d forgotten he was there.

“That’s up to your dad, Lee,” Angela answered, using the stupid name Harley had once asked to be called.

I’d put a stop to that pronto, Terry’s bitch or not, once I moved in. No nephew of mine would be called a girl’s name while under my roof.

“Where is Terry, anyway?” I asked.

I’d gone all out on my outfit, hair and makeup and I wanted to showcase them. My hair was up in a blonde bun with a single lock I’d purposefully allowed to escape.

It went perfectly with the large gold hoop earrings and the low cut top of my dress. I didn’t usually wear dresses but this was somewhat of a special occasion. I’d even worn the same lingerie set that had so fascinated Terry the night of the hottub.

I’d spent ages on my makeup so it’d look like I was hardly wearing any at all, other than my lips where I’d gone for the cupid’s bow look. I imagined looking up at him with his dick spreading them.

It had taken an extra fifteen minutes to do them again after I’d smudged them all up throating a handy banana in the mirror. I mean I needed to see what Terry would see, right? I also had to have a quick play with myself to take the edge off my nerves. Despite my calm exterior, I was a bundle of nerves now that I was actually here.

Four inch heels finished off my outfit. I’d worked at a strip club once for two days and the shoes were all that were left of that failed experiment.

Back then I’d expected to make bank but I was not prepared for how catty the girls working there could be. I just couldn’t take the tension right out the gate or how jealously they guarded what they called ‘their’ regulars.

To me, it was obvious that every man who came in was some girl’s regular and the club had made a mistake even offering me a job. There was no money to be made at all.

I shook my head mentally, clearing it of the memory of that dark period of my life.

I didn’t know if the kids knowing, was a good thing or a catastrophe but I decided to put that out of my mind too. They were both 14. Kids that age were surely more interested in barbies and action figures. I honestly couldn’t remember how I was at that age but it seemed to me that they were both way too young to have cottoned onto sex despite what Angela said. What worried me most now was where Terry was.

I knew they couldn’t really appreciate the full impact of what their parents were planning, of course. I told myself they’d just think of it as a sleepover and I didn’t want to say anything to disabuse them of that notion.

It was bad enough that Terry had told them I’d be his bitch. Hopefully they hadn’t demanded a better explanation. There was certainly no way I’d ask though! Better to stay ignorant in this instance, I told myself.

“He’s making himself presentable,” Angela said.

What? I wondered, a little off balance. Oh. I’d asked where Terry was. Sheesh, I was losing it! I felt like a virgin waiting for her date on prom night, no matter that I was the visitor and Terry, the resident. My confidence was threatening to hide itself. Get a freaking grip, girl!

“Oh,” was all I actually managed to reply.

“You look nice too, Sonya,” Angela complimented me, taking in the dress, hose (stockings actually) shoes, hair and makeup with a critical eye. In comparison, she looked frumpy in jeans, a tee and an apron. She could at least have gone to some effort. No wonder Terry was bored with the sex!

I sat and Angela brought me a soda. I attempted to get her to add a healthy shot of rum to it but she said Terry didn’t want alcohol to play a part in the night’s events.