Two Trade Up, Everyone Goes Down

Little bit of everything here: a jilted husband gets a sweet happily-ever-after romance with his ex-wife's sister; his "loving wife" gets a badly-needed golden shower interracial gangbang. Trigger warning for offensive language.

Some readers (you know who you are) will very understandably want to skip the gangbang chapter, but I hope they'll give the rest of the story a chance.

Other readers (you also know who you are) will of course want to skip directly to that chapter; for their information, it's chapter six.

Either way, or both, or neither, whatever, et cetera: Enjoy!

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Dramatis Personae

Esme -- the unhappily married wife

Gracie -- the wife's unhappily single younger sister

Jerry -- the husband

Cody -- don't worry, you'll remember this one

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Chapter 1: Real Men

"You don't realize how lucky you are," Gracie told her older sister. Sitting on the floor of her studio apartment while she painted her toenails pink, she had her phone on speaker. "Jerry's a great man. I can't even find a decent one."

"You're the one who doesn't understand," Esme groaned, reclined next to her pool in a bikini, sipping a very strong mojito (mostly rum) and watching the lawn crew working in her back yard, wondering which two of them she'd most want to invite inside for a drink and a bath. Her tub was only big enough for three people so she would have to make some difficult decisions. Of course at least a couple others could stand next to the tub watching, so they could take turns. But that solution only raised the new question of which two she'd want to pleasure first. "He's so boring."

"Boring is good."

"Not in bed."

"This again," Gracie sighed.

"I mean his idea of wild sex is going down on me."

"Sounds like heaven. What more do you want?"

"I want to be fucked, Gracie.Fucked. Tied up. Taken. Used. Maybe even abused. I want a man to seize me and pull my hair and call me a whore. I want a man to do things to me that I'm not sure I want him to do."

"Esme, you are--"

"Bored, Gracie. I'm bored. Bored out of my fucking mind. Married ten years and the man's never put his hand on my head to push my mouth down to his cock. Never taken my ass. Never even asked for it. I don't even know if he knows he can put it there."

"Yeah, you just need to date a guy. That BS is all guys want these days."

"God, I wish I was single."

"Get a divorce then. But you know what I always tell you. You'll miss him when he's gone. I wish I could find a man like Jerry."

"Take him then. You can have him. I know you're hot for him anyway." She mocked her sister. "Jerry's so wonderful, omigod, Jerry's so wonderful."

"Don't tempt me."

"Gracie, are you serious? You really want to be sexually bored for the rest of your life?"

"I just want a decent guy. Sexual boredom sounds amazing. A kind, gentle, loving husband like Jerry. A good dad like he would be."

"Okay, you know that hurts. There's no need to--"

"You know I don't mean it like that. I'm just saying what I want in my own life."

"I know Jerry would be a great dad. I feel sorry for him. He should be with a woman who can give him a child. I really wish he would just leave me for another woman."

"Around and around we go. Why don't you leave him?"

"You know I can't do that. I can't be the bitch."

"Since when do you worry about being a bitch?"

"This is different. I need him to do it. If only he'd cheat on me, then I could leave him."

"And what would you want after a man like Jerry?"

"Just some hot sex. Some real fucking. Something that hurts. Something I can regret afterwards."

"I know exactly the guy for you. You remember Cody? The asshole?"

"You think every man's an asshole."

"Not Jerry."

"Seriously, Gracie. If you want him, take him."

"Stop saying that."

"No, seriously. Seduce him. I'll help you. Let me catch you guys in the act. Then I'll divorce him without seeming like a bitch and if you actually want him you can have him. It's not like he's going to say no to you."

"But you're not serious."

"I'm dead fucking serious. Fuck my husband for me. I'll thank you. And he'll really thank you. He's been horny for you the whole time we've been married."

There was a long pause.

"You're thinking about it, aren't you?" Esme teased.

"No!"

"Yes you were! You know Jerry has a raging boner for you and you want him for yourself!"

"Whatever. That's not how my mind works."

"Fine." She mocked the idealistic sentimentality of her younger sister. "You're deeply in love with him and you know he has tender feelings for you."

"I don't want to play this game."

"Gracie, listen to me. I'm not fucking with you. If you want the man, you can have him. Seduce him. I'm not fucking around. Seduce him and take him for yourself. Please. I'm begging you. We both know he wants you. And introduce me to the asshole. Because I need a real man, baby. Not some pansy-ass bitch who can't even admit what he wants to himself."

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"Sup, ho?" Cody snorted into the phone. "I knew you couldn't resist nine inches of steaming hot man-meat."

"Always charming," Gracie sighed. "What made you decide to finally call me back?"

"Did I call the wrong girl? I thought you texted me a booty call."

"Three days ago."

"You know how it is. Guy like me. Putting out fires all over the city. Which hole do you want it in?"

"My sister's."

"Hot. A threesome with sisters. You can sit on my face while she--"

"No, asshole. I already told you, I'm never going to fuck you. I don't even want you to touch me. You disgust me more than any man has ever disgusted me. And that's really saying something."

"Whatever, bitch. Tell me about your sister then."

"She's older. Thirty-five."

"Nice, a MILF."

"Thirty-five is not a MILF."

"Twenty-five's a MILF. Thirty-fives a GILF but I was being polite."

"How sweet of you."

"I know. I'm a nice guy underneath. Anyway, I'm in. Gimme her number."

"You don't know anything about her."

"Don't care. Does she have a dick? I love a chick with a dick."

"She's married to a great guy."

"That's not what I meant but maybe it's even better. I also love cucking losers."

"There's no bottom to your awfulness, is there?"

"I have some awfulness for your bottom, baby. And your sister's bottom too."

"Cut the act for two minutes, Cody."

"Two whole minutes? Bitch, you know I don't last that long. You've got thirty seconds."

"She wants me to seduce her husband. And she wants to fuck you."

"Sweet. Nasty. I love it. Got me hard. Twenty more seconds."

"We're going on a double date. You and me as if we were a couple. Which we are not. You just have to behave yourself long enough for me to take her husband and then she can have you. Or you can have her. I don't know. However you want to put it."

"Oh, fuck, darling, time's up. That last part was so good. Did you enjoy it too?"

"Fuck yourself."

"Thank you. Your sister's into it?"

"Her idea. I would never hatch a scheme this crazy."

"I meant, is she into anal? Does she take it in the ass?"

"The two of you are perfect for each other."

"Ass to mouth? Does she squirt?"

"I'm going to regret this so bad, aren't I?"

"Is your mom a freak too? Can we work her into this somehow?"

"You're a parody of yourself."

"I wish I was but I can't get my mouth all the way down there. I can cum on my own face though. I lay on my back and raise my ass up over it. I even hit my mouth sometimes. You should see it. Pretty fucking hot."

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Chapter 2: A Double Date

"Y'all still waiting?" the waitress asked them. "Would you like another round of drinks to tide you over?"

"Yeah," Esme answered. "And make them strong this time. I like a drink that knocks me around a bit."

"Water again for you, ma'am?"

"Yes, thank you," Gracie smiled at her. "I'm driving."

"Tell the bartender to look up the recipe for a Negroni," Esme told the waitress. "It ordinarily comes with a little bit ofalcohol."

"I'll let her know," the waitress chirped, leaving the table.

"Are you sure he's coming?" Jerry asked, looking at Gracie sympathetically. He was sitting directly across from her, Esme next to him. Jerry didn't know it, but the sisters planned for Gracie and Jerry to spend the meal smiling at each other while Cody and Esme did whatever they wanted to do.

"He's always at least ten minutes late," Gracie assured him. "This is normal."

Jerry exhaled significantly.

"Just tell us what you're thinking," Esme snarled. "Don't be so coy all the time."

"It's none of my business, but she deserves to be treated better than this. It's disrespectful."

"Thank you, Jerry," Gracie smiled. "You're sweet. I wish I could find a man who treated me the way you think he should."

"You can," he said.

"But what do you really expect?" Esme told her sister. "You dress like a whore, men treat you like a whore."

"I'm not dressed like a whore," Gracie sighed. "Stop being such an older sister."

"But I am your older sister. Look at her, Jerry. Have you ever seen so much cleavage?"

Jerry looked away. "I, um..."

Gracie was actually wearing a fairly conservative dress, knee length with a square neckline. Of course it revealed the tops of her breasts, which looked impressive in any outfit she wore, but calling it cleavage was an exaggeration--especially since the deep V of Esme's blouse showed so much more skin.

"No," Esme insisted. "Look. At. Her. Do it. Look at her chest and tell me what you think."

"Okay," Jerry said. "I see her."

"What do you think? Is that appropriate? Does the whole world need to know she has such a nice rack?"

"It's none of my business," Jerry said again.

"I'm asking you a question," Esme persisted. "If you disagree with me about her rack, just be a man and say so."

"You look very pretty," Jerry told Gracie.

"For a slut," Esme added.

"Hey!" a voice roared. "Already talking about me?"

The three of them looked up at a very tall young man, apparently made of nothing but muscle. The face of a cigarette model. All leather and denim and tattoos and musk.

"You must be Cody," Esme sang, standing up to greet him with a hug. "It's so nice to finally meet you. We've heard so much about you."

"Esmeralda?" Cody asked, attempting a Spanish accent with all the grace of an albatross somersaulting headfirst into a rock. He raised her hand to his lips and bowed to kiss it. "Bon chantée, I assure you."

"My husband Jerry," Esme told him.

"Lucky son of a bitch," Cody grinned naughtily.

He leaned toward Gracie to kiss her cheek but she moved away.

"No," she told him. "You want to kiss me, you show up on time."

Cody shrugged, looking at Jerry as he sat down. "Women these days, huh?" He gestured as if backhanding his palm. "In our grandfather's time, they knew their place."

The waitress showed up just then with two Negronis and a water.

"For you sir?" she asked Cody just as Esme gave him Jerry's drink. "Okay, then," the waitress looked at Jerry, "For you?"

"Just water."

"You don't have to do that," Gracie told him. She'd insisted on being the designated driver just in case Cody had any intentions of taking advantage of her.

"He doesn't like to drink." Esme rolled her eyes derisively for Cody's entertainment. "Even colas. Supposedly even sugar isn't healthy anymore."

"He's right," Gracie said. "That's one reason he's in such great shape."

Cody, meanwhile, had thrown back his Negroni like a shot. "Wow!" he whistled. "That's a panty dropper."

"I like them this way," Esme told him.

"I bet you do," he purred, looking at her with admiration.

"Just a water, then?" the waitress asked, regretting that her work required her to overhear such things.

"Yeah, for those two ladies," Cody told her, indicating Gracie and Jerry with his chin. "But keep the panty-droppers coming for us men."

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After dinner, as planned, they went to a bar with a live band and dancing. Gracie drove Jerry and Esme in Esme's big SUV (paid for, of course, with Jerry's money) but Cody insisted he could ride his motorcycle because he'd "only had about six drinks so far." He roared off in front of them but either he didn't know how to use navigation or he stopped somewhere, perhaps to fuck one of his a women, because they arrived long before him.

As soon as they got there, Esme suggested that Jerry dance with Gracie.

"What?" Jerry asked her. "Why? Let her dance with her date."

"Dumbass," Esme whispered. "Let her make him jealous."

"He's not even here yet," Jerry pointed out.

"Good. Let him see it happening when he gets here. He's more than man enough to cut in. I'll get us a booth and order some more panty-droppers. You should have one too. No one has ever needed their panties dropped more than you."

The band was playing a slow ballad so Gracie put her arms around Jerry's neck and he put his around her waist.

"Something's gotten into Esme lately," he told her as they slowly swayed together.

"Six strong Negronis," Gracie grinned.

"Not just tonight. She's been acting strange a lot lately. I'm worried about her. I think she's going through something but she won't tell me about it."

"You're such a caring husband. She's so lucky to have you. If I find a man like you, I'm going to treat him right."

"I'm just a guy, really. But you're an exceptionally beautiful young woman. And kind. Fun to be around. Intelligent. Any man would be very lucky to have you. So he should treat you right too."

"I wish other guys saw me the way you do."

"All men see you the way I do. That's why you attract assholes. Assholes just try to take what they want. Instead of waiting for a decent guy to figure it out, maybe you should find one and start trying to take what you want."

"I've been thinking about it," Gracie told him, wishing he had any idea what his words meant to her.

"Your sister took me. I would've never asked out such a pretty girl. I would certainly not have dared to hook up with her on a first date. She really was just the first pretty girl to be nice to me."

"I know what you mean by nice," Gracie teased.

"Yeah, well, I don't advise that exactly," he said. "But I don't know. If you're sure it's the right guy, maybe it's worth a try. But maybe the best way is not to give it to him all at once but to let him know he could have it if he treats you right."

"What if he treats me right until I give it to him?"

"Obviously I'm out of my depth," Jerry laughed. "I should have minded my own business. I have no idea how to find or catch a good man."

"Me neither, apparently. I'm trying some desperate stuff these days."

"Be careful. I hope it's nothing you'll regret."

"Hey!" Esme interrupted. "He's here now. He saw you two. It's working. Grab her ass, Romeo."

"Esme," Jerry protested.

"Grab her ass! It's okay. I'm telling you to do it."

"Gracie's not telling me to do it," he pointed out, "and it's her ass."

"Both hands," Esme instructed, ignoring him. "One on each cheek. And squeeze."

"We'd better just do it," Gracie giggled, moving her own hands down to his butt. "She's not going to leave us alone until we do it. If you don't like it we can stop when she's not looking."

"No you can't because I'll look again. You can stop when Cody marches over here and takes her from you."

"Alright, I guess," Jerry shrugged. In reality of course he'd longed to touch Gracie's beautiful ass like this for ten years. To him, it was perfect, just big and round enough but not too big. She hated her wide "birthing hips" but he ached for them. Feeling them move in his hands as she danced was a dream come true.

Gracie laid her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes, her breasts fully against his body.

"I've always loved the way you smell," she sighed. "The scent of a competent, reliable, kind man."

"You smell nice too," he admitted.

"This was a good idea. I like the way your hands feel on my body. And I've always liked your butt. It's very cute."

"I like the way this feels too. Far too much, actually."

Gracie stood on her tiptoes to whisper into his ear. "I know. I can feel it poking me. But it's okay. I like it. And we'll keep dancing until it goes back down. Nobody has to know but us."

"Gracie, I'm so sorry, it's so inappropriate."

"It's okay," she assured him. "It's flattering. Esme has no one to blame but herself. And we don't have to tell her."

"I should be honest with her. She apparently doesn't realize how attracted I am to...."

He stopped, realizing he should not admit something like that.

"It's okay," Gracie repeated. "We're only dancing. She's not an innocent little girl. She knows what men's bodies do. Just let yourself enjoy it a little. I like it too."

"It's not going back down as long as I'm touching you. I'm only a man and you're too beautiful for that. Let's just move around so I can step away without being too obvious."

"Can I ask you something, first?"

"You can ask anything."

"Do you feel she appreciates you the way you deserve?"

"Gracie, I know you have good intentions but I can't answer that. It's not something I should discuss with you."

"That's a no, isn't it? I don't think she does either."

"I"m sorry, Gracie, I should not confide things like that to you. Especially not while...."

Without further explanation, he just let her go and walked to the booth, boner and all.

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"I'll just lube my joystick up," Cody told Gabi.

He was sitting on a toilet lid in the men's room. She was sitting on him.

"You brought lube?"

"Boy scout. Always prepared."

"Condoms?"

He laughed. "For anal? No way."

"Are you clean?"

"Clean?" he asked, holding her hips in place as he slid himself inside her back door.

"Fuck it," she gasped, deciding just to risk it.

"You're a fiery little slut, aren't you?" he grunted, controlling her body with his big powerful hands.

"Cody, if you keep talking like that I might fall in love with you."

"Love?" Cody whined, pulling out and putting her back on his knees. "Goddamn it, bitch, why did you have to say something like that? Now I lost my boner."

"I didn't," said a man in the next stall. "Keep going! I'm almost done!"

"You should see this MILF's bazongas," Cody laughed. "Big ol' melons. You'd finish instantly."

"That big?" the man confirmed.

"Huge!" Cody roared. "This bitch was built for titfucking!"

"Ah, fuck! Yes! There it is. Oh, fuck, I really appreciate this, you guys."

"Me too," another voice added. "My first time eavesdropping on anal. Very hot. She sounds like a goddess."

"Damn!" Esme gasped. "I'm all wet now. If you had a condom you could take my puss."

"You misunderstood me," Cody told her. "I didn't say I don't have condoms."

"If you can get hard again, can they watch over the walls?" Esme asked.

"Bitch, I can get hard anytime I want. But no more love talk," he ordered. "And it's strictly anal, condom or not."

"Hell, yeah!" the men in the other stalls cheered. "Can we really watch?"

"Duck back down if anyone comes in," Esme told them. "I don't want my husband knowing what's happening here."

"Your husband might catch you?" one man said, peering over the wall. "Hottest thing ever. Greatest night of my life."

"Mine too," the other agreed, peering over the other wall. "Fuck that ass hard for us, bro."

Esme smiled up at the two strangers as they looked down at her breasts. "Greatest night of my life too, so far."

"Shut up, bitch," Cody explained.

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Chapter 3: Fighting It