He’s told he must audition, sexually for fiancée's family.
by deadeye_76, Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.
The Strange Will of Mr. Thurman.
On Wednesday night, the day before Thanksgiving or 2010, I’d just met my fiancée’s mother & sisters. The ‘audition’ cover story fell apart when my bride to be, Gwen; insisted that her family level with me. The true reason for each of them planning to have sex with me was because of Mr. Thurman’s will; and not because they were concerned for Gwen’s future love life.
“I’m sorry Mrs. Thurman. I can see you are in a tough spot. I can commiserate with you about this, but there are still dangers besides the personal issues. Can I tell you an old joke?”
She looked puzzled. “Sure.”
“It’s one I heard a long time ago.” I sat forward. “A man was at a bar where he met a very desirable young lady. After a few drinks he leaned over and asked her, ‘Will you have sex with me for a million dollars?’ She looked at him and thought about it, but eventually said yes. He smiled and asked her, ‘Will you have sex with me for a hundred dollars?’ She looked aghast and said, ‘What do you think I am a whore?’ He smiled and said, ‘We’ve already established that, now we’re just bickering over price.’” I sat back and watched Mrs. Thurman.
“So are you saying that this makes us whores?” She was not happy.
“No, I’m saying this may be your deceased husband’s way of proving the point that he believes that you, Sheila, and Gaby are; and that this is a dangerous thing we are doing. The final amendment is still unknown to you, right?”
She looked at me carefully. “Right. We can’t see it until it’s time to declare that we have accomplished the first part of the will’s demands; or decide to protest it.”
“This is a very dangerous thing.” I was worried about what the real goal of such a vicious man would be. Is this really what he wants? He wants them to be whores to prove that they are? Is that really a test?
She came right back at me. “But what choice do we have? If we do not do this before you two are married, we don’t even get a chance at the rest of his estate. I should have some of that, don’t you think?”
“I agree that you should get some of the estate, Mrs. Thurman. I’m sure that I would want it if I was a family member. However, I’m just not sure that I can do this. Gwen?”
Gwen looked up at everyone. She had been particularly quiet sitting there. “John, I love you. I want you to be faithful to me. However, I don’t know how I can say no to my family on this.”
I watched her carefully. She fidgeted and wrung her hands. She was very uncomfortable… as was I. “So if we do this, what’s the plan?”
Mrs. Thurman looked around. “Sheila, Gaby, and I already drew straws long ago to determine the order. I am supposed to go first, then Sheila, and then Gaby. You will sleep with each of us one night for the next three.”
I looked over at Sheila and Gaby. They were also fidgeting and unable to meet my eyes. “Are you two willing to do this, considering you are married?”
Sheila looked up and around. She opened her mouth and hesitated. Finally, she said, “Yeah, I guess so.”
Gaby stared at me until she realized I was waiting for her to answer individually. She was staring at me as she answered. “No choice.”
I went over and kneeled in front of Gwen. “Gwen, you must be absolutely sure that you can handle this. Saying now that you want me to do it and having to remember this for the rest of your life are two different things. Are you going to be able to face the fact that I had sex with the rest of your family?”
“I don’t know. I just think that I have no choice.”
I stood up. “Okay, I’ll do it.”
Later that night I visited the bedroom of my fiancé’s mother.
Thanksgiving Day, 2010.
I stared at the ceiling. Shit! I had lied to Gwen about fucking her mother. She knew I went in there to fulfill the requirements of the will, but if it ever came out she would go ballistic. I couldn’t take it back now and she would feel like I was hiding something if she found out after believing that nothing happened. I really was in a fix now. I would just have to deal with it and live with it the rest of my life, because I didn’t want to let this beauty go. But I also had two more women to go, her sisters. This was going to be an interesting but stressful weekend.
The next day was Thanksgiving. We all tried to act like it was another normal Thanksgiving gathering and dinner. The food was good, but there was an underlying current of tension in everyone. We were all jumpy because of the arrangements. We managed to get thru the day, and it was an overall joyous occasion, but as we got closer to nightfall, things got quiet. Finally, we all peeled off and went to bed. Gwen and I went to our room and discussed nothing in particular as we put on our pajamas and got ready for bed. She was trying not to discuss that I was going to go to her older sister’s room. Sheila was next up in the queue. Finally, at about 10pm, Gwen turned suddenly and pulled me into a bear hug. She whispered that she loved me and then pulled back. She looked up at me and tried to smile.
“I guess it’s time.”
I nodded. “Yeah, it is.”
Gwen put her head on my chest. “Please tell me again that this will not change what we have.”
I lifted her head by her chin and looked directly at her. “This will never change us. I love you and you love me and we will always be together. This will be over after this weekend.”
She put her head back down. “Okay, you’d better go.”
I started to pull away, but Gwen held on a little longer, then finally relaxed her grip and backed away. She looked up at me. “See you in a little while.”
“Okay.” I kissed her and smiled and left the room in my pajamas.
I headed for Sheila’s room. I knocked lightly and she called out for me to enter. I opened the door and she was already in bed. She smiled and waved me over. I went toward the bed.
She grinned. “Take off your pajamas and get in here.” I complied and she watched closely. “Um. Nice cock.” I looked up at her quickly and she grinned again. “Well, if we are going to do this, I might as well enjoy it. My husband has been neglecting his duties, so I’m ready.”
I was quickly tucked under the covers with her. “We don’t have to do this, you know. We could just say we did.”
“Not a chance.” I felt her reach for my cock and her covers fell away, revealing nice large tits. My cock hardened. “I can’t wait to have sex with a new cock. This has given me the approval I needed.” I was now fully hard based on her rubbing my dick with her warm hands and displaying those voluptuous tits. “And a nice sized one at that.” She threw the covers back and looked at my cock, standing at attention while she held it. “Um. Did I mention that I love sucking cock?” She bent over and slowly licked around the head. I lay back and moaned. She smiled up at me and rearranged herself on the bed so that she was kneeling next to me. I could see that she had a fantastic body. How could her husband neglect that night after night? Maybe she was lying or there was more going on there than she knew.
Sheila continued to lick and suck on my cock, and she was definitely into it. She gave it a final slurp and started to climb up over me. I looked up at her. “Are you ready? Do you need any lube?”
She grinned and rubbed my cock along her slit. “Honey, I’ve been thinking about this all day and I warmed up a little while waiting for you. Yeah, baby, I’m wet and ready.” With that she slowly started lowering herself onto my cock. Fuck, she was tight. “Fuck yes, a good hard cock. That’s what I really needed.”
I reached up and grabbed her nice c-cup tits. “Nice tits.”
She grinned. “Thank you.” Then she got serious. “Now let’s fuck!”
Sheila started bouncing up and down on my dick like a mad woman. She thrust herself up and down, up and down, groaning and mumbling how good it was at every step. She was very good at grinding her clit against me and I knew she was going to cum soon. Unfortunately, so was I. “Sheila, I’m going to cum soon.”
“Hmm… okay… oh, fuck!”
“Sheila, do you want me to try to get to your ass now?”
“Not a chance!” She leaned over and stared directly into my eyes while she rotated her hips, stimulating her clit against my pubic bone and hair. “I’m going to fuck you until we both cum and then I’m going to suck you hard again and then you can fuck my tight ass.”
That was the final straw for me. I started thrusting and thrusting, feeling the orgasm approaching. She started moaning and I could tell she was close, too. Suddenly, she erupted into an orgasm and held still for a second, then jerked, then held still, then jerked, and did this until she completed her orgasm. I was still thrusting and finally I came, too. I held her down against my hips as I buried my dick into her hot pussy as deep as I could get it to start spurting. I spurted and spurted, filling this sexy mother of two with my cum.
She finally collapsed onto my chest. “Um. That was nice. I think I’m going to like having sex with you.”
I pushed her up. “This is it, Sheila. Tonight is the last time we will have sex. Period.”
“Okay, okay, no need to get upset. I’m just going to leave an open invitation out there for you, that’s all.”
“Sorry, not going to happen. I love your sister and I’m going to marry her. She’s the one for me. Once we finish here tonight, we’re done.”
She stared at me for a second. “Hmmm. I guess that means that baby Gwen is pretty good in the sack, too, eh?”
“No comment.”
She shrugged her shoulders. “No matter. I’ve got you for a little longer tonight, and I’m not letting you go until we are done.”
I groaned and she grinned. She clambered off me and lay next to me. She snuggled up against me and waited a few minutes for us both to catch her breath. Finally she rose up on one elbow, her body still molded to mine. “Well, John. Are you ready for the next round?” She reached out and cupped my balls and soft dick. “Not yet? Well, let’s see what we can do about that.” She then leaned over and started cleaning and sucking my dick. Fuck! This woman was definitely into sex! I decided to tell her that.
“Oh, shit, Sheila, you can really suck cock!”
She lifted her face from my crotch and grinned evilly. “Damn right!” Then she buried her face back into my balls and licked them from the bottom up. She finished by going all the way up my dick and then burying it into her mouth. Fuck! I groaned and she pulled off.
“Um. I see that somebody’s dick wants some of Sheila’s ass. You ready stud?”
I stared at her for a second. “Uh, yeah.” I was barely recovered from the first fuck and she had my dick hard and quivering again.
Sheila sat up and patted me on the hip. “Get up and do this right. Get behind me and fuck my ass hard.”
I was amazed at how different this woman was in and out of the bedroom. She was fucking amazing at this. I crawled up onto my knees and she turned and got on all fours with her face buried into a pillow. She turned her head to me for a second.
“Fuck my pussy for a few moments to get nice and wet and then shove it in my ass. I love ass-fucking, so you shouldn’t have any problems.”
I crawled around behind her and stared at the voluptuous ass in front of me. Her little brown star was winking at me as she appeared to be flexing it. I moved up behind her and aimed my dick at her pussy. I eased it in. Our combined lubrication in her pussy meant that my dick was soaking wet instantly. I slowly fucked her a few times to get it ready and then pulled it out.
“Yeah, baby, fuck that sexy ass.”
I moved forward and pushed my dick against her asshole. “You mean this ass?”
“Fuck yeah! Do it! Fuck me!”
I pushed quickly and her ass opened up and my dick went all the way to the hilt in one solid thrust.
“Oh, yeah, fuck me baby!” Sheila kept after me to fuck her, so I did.
I pulled back and started thrusting. I would pull back kind of slow and watch as her ass clamped onto my dick and then I would quickly bury it. Each time my hips slapped up against hers and she moaned. I could feel her rubbing her pussy with one of her hands and I just started fucking her hard at that point. There was no attempt at her satisfaction now. I just pounded her and looked for my next cum. I wanted to fill her nasty ass with as much cum as I could. I fucked and fucked and she started rolling her hips a little as she played with her pussy and that pushed me to the edge. I was fucking her hard and enjoying it immensely. I was on that edge, wanting it to last forever, but also badly wanting to cum. Suddenly she shuddered in orgasm and the rhythmic squeezing of her ass put me over the top.
“Oh fuck! Here it cums!” I buried myself in Sheila’s tight ass and pumped a load deep into her. I pumped and pumped and was exhausted when I finished. I collapsed on top of her and pushed her flat on the bed.
“Nice job, John. I think you’re going to keep Gwen well satisfied.”
I lay there on top of her feeling her flex her ass and the nice contour of her bubble butt. “I plan on it.”
“Um. Just stay there for a minute until your dick shrinks and naturally pops out of my ass.”
I lay there, feeling her under me. I started relaxing and finally my dick popped out of her ass. She giggled. “Oh, yeah. Nothing like a good pussy and ass fucking to take the edge off.”
I rolled off to the side and stared at her. “Is your husband really neglecting you?”
She grinned. “Yeah. I think he has a little something on the side at work, so I have a friend who comes over and makes sure I don’t get too horny.” I must have been staring at her after that. “What? Don’t get all high and mighty until you’ve been in that position. I’m a woman reaching my sexual peak and all he can do is drool over the bimbos at work.”
“Okay.” What could I say to that. “I think I’ll get cleaned up and go.”
“Okay, lover. I’ll be sure to tell Gwen how good you were and took good care of her sister.” She gave me an evil grin and wink.
“No, thanks.” I threw my pajamas back on and went to Gwen’s room.
Gwen was not even pretending to be asleep this time. She was sitting up and reading her book – at least that’s what she was trying to do. She looked up as soon as I entered.
“Well?” She looked at me apprehensively.
“Your older sister is a little freaky.” I decided I had to tell her the truth about this one.
Her face showed her disappointment even though she knew why I went in there. “I figured. She was always the one telling us about her sexual exploits in college.”
“She also admitted to me that she thinks her husband has a mistress so she has a lover, too.”
Gwen stared at me. “She actually said that?”
“Yeah.”
Gwen got quiet for a minute. “So you fucked her?”
I stared at Gwen, trying to portray the regret that I felt. “Yeah.”
“Did you enjoy it?”
“Are you sure you want to talk about this?”
She looked down and then back up, staring at me. “Yes, I want to know.”
“I didn’t really enjoy it, but I did cum. She was very good.”
“She was?”
“She was even a little – I don’t know, maybe a little slutty?”
Gwen stared for a moment. “Do you think there’s any truth to my father’s accusations?”
“No. Absolutely not. I know that they are strong, independent women. I also know that they were not wallflowers in college, but there’s a big difference between having a healthy sex life and being a slut!” I said that emphatically, trying to ensure that she understood my position.
“I agree.”
Gwen lay down and turned away from me, saying nothing more. I thought she might be mad. I crawled into bed with her and lay there, thinking about what I should do, or what I could do. I could come up with nothing. I was completely ill equipped to handle this type of situation. I decided it was best to just lay there and not try to bother her.
I lay there and listened to her breathing. She didn’t’ seem to be relaxing. Finally, she turned toward me and put her arm over my chest and her leg over mine. “I’m sorry. I know we asked you to do this. It’s not your fault.”
“I’m sorry that I had to do it.”
She rose up and kissed me on the lips. “I love you. I always will.”
“I love you, too. Always.”
I was much more capable of relaxing now and thought about tomorrow. I was hoping tomorrow would be easier. Finally, I went to sleep.
I woke up and knew that it was morning by the light streaming in the window. There was no sign of Gwen. I sat up and looked around. The door was open and I could hear talking downstairs. I walked down there and Gwen and her mother were cooking breakfast. Gwen came immediately over to me and put her arms around me. She gave me a big kiss.
“Good morning, my favorite man.”
I answered her. “Good morning, my most favorite woman.”
She grinned. “C'mon. Let’s eat before my sisters get up.”
I agreed and we sat down for breakfast. It was the most relaxing meal I’d had since I arrived. I was holding out hope that the rest of the day would be easy, but I knew deep down that it wouldn’t be.
Friday after Thanksgiving, 2010.
I had just finished breakfast on Black Friday with my fiancé and her mother. I thought about what lie ahead. I had already fucked my fiancé’s mother and sister in order to fulfill the requirements of this weird will that her father had left when he died. Gwen didn’t know I had fucked her mother. I had lied and said we couldn’t do it. I had told her the truth about her slutty sister Sheila. Now, I had one more sister to go; Gaby.
The middle of the day went quickly for me. I took my time getting ready and the four women all went to do some shopping. They were avoiding the large malls, but were going to hit some small stores. I watched some football and caught up on some reading.
About 5pm, they strolled back in, carrying a few bags each from their trip. They were all laughing and having a good time. When Gaby looked over at me I saw her blanch. She was definitely feeling stressed out about our meeting later that night. Gwen came over and gave me a big, wet kiss and they all flounced upstairs to put their purchases away.
Dinner was leftovers and we all gathered around in the kitchen to dip into the containers and fill our plates. I got a little of everything and was second in line for the microwave, so I was sitting with Gwen as the other three were finishing and warming their food.
She leaned over to me and I smiled. She smiled back and then leaned closer to my ear. “I love you more than I can express.”
I turned my head after she said that to see tears welling in her eyes. I pulled her in and gave her a hug and told her I loved her. About that time her mother came out of the kitchen.
“Hey, you two, get a room!” She said it jokingly, but it seemed that Gwen was not to be cheered up. She didn’t laugh or respond, she just went back to eating.
The scenario this evening was the same as the others. We watched a little television and then everyone went to bed early.
At 10pm, I was ready to leave my room and head toward the room of yet again another Thurman woman. Gaby was the middle child and had been married for about 3 years. She had a one-year old that her husband had taken to his family’s house for the holidays. She was supposed to join them tomorrow for a couple of days.
I said my good-bye to Gwen and headed to Gaby’s room. When I entered, it was very dark. I waited for a couple of seconds to get my night eyes and then moved toward the bed. I could hear her breathing and her nervousness was so evident as to be discernible from 10 feet away.
“Gaby?”
“Y, Yes?” She haltingly answered, her voice breaking.
I sat on the bed. “Are you alright?”
I heard her take a deep breath. “Yes, but I can’t have sex with you.” She said it in a breathy whisper.
I was not surprised. “That’s okay.” I lay down on top of the covers. “I’ll just lay here and we can talk for a while. We don’t ever have to tell anyone anything.”
“Okay.” She seemed to relax, although I couldn’t see her. “I might have been able to do it.”
I thought about how she said that for a second. “Might have?”
“Yes. My husband and I decided to try for another child and I went off birth control a couple of months ago. I can’t have sex with you at all. I’d be too worried and scared that it wouldn’t be Bill’s.”
“Oh, I see. Well, that’s fine. We’ll just talk for a while and then I’ll go back to Gwen.”
“Okay.”
We discussed her life and she was just getting back into working, but she and Bill had really wanted to have three kids. She was already 27 and didn’t want too much time between them, so they had decided to try again this fall. I could tell that her family was important to her and she, like most mothers, couldn’t stop talking about her son. I told her about Gwen and I and she giggled when I told her how Gwen practically kissed my face off after proposing.
“That sounds so unlike her. I guess I haven’t seen her with a boyfriend or a date in so long, I don’t know what she’s like with men.”
“She’s an amazing woman.”
Gaby giggled. “I’m glad I had a reason not to have sex with you. I can see that you really love Gwen and I can’t think of how I would have felt around her if we had. I would always feel so guilty.”
“Yeah, it would be tough.”
There was silence for a few moments and then she whispered to me. “Did you have sex with my mother and Sheila?” I was quiet for a second and she continued. “No, don’t tell me. I don’t want to know.”
I thought about it. “I think you probably already know the answer to that, don’t you.”
“Yes.” She whispered.
“Okay, it’s been 20 minutes. I’m going to go back to Gwen, okay?”
I felt the bed move and then her lips were on mine. She kissed me just lightly and then pulled back. “Thank you, John.”
“You’re welcome.” I stood and went back to Gwen.
When I opened the door, Gwen was awake and reading by her bedside lamp. She was surprised to see me and it showed. “Back already?”
“It seemed like long enough to say we did it, right?”
Gwen waited until I crawled up alongside her. “Yes, but you didn’t, did you?”
“Can you keep a secret?”
“You know I can.”
“Gaby just went off birth control because she and Bill want to have another baby. No way was she going to do anything with me. We just talked.”
Gwen latched on to me hard and gave me a crushing hug. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
I lay down next to her and rested my left hand on her arm. I did this a lot. I loved just having a hand on her, knowing she was there beside me. She turned off the light and went to sleep in about 5 minutes. I lay there awake for a while, trying to logically work my way through this will. I mean, if he thought they were sluts, why would he have them do this? Was this really his plan? To humiliate them with the betrothed of the one daughter he still thought highly of? Wouldn’t that actually do the opposite of what he wanted? Why? I fell asleep with these thoughts rolling around in my head.
The Lawyer’s Saturday Inquisition.
When I awoke the next morning, although it was Saturday, Gwen was already dressed and coming into the room. “Wake up, sleepyhead. We have an appointment with the lawyer in about 2 hours. You need to get showered, dressed, and have breakfast before the 30 minute drive.”
“Argh! I think the stress has worn me out every day.”
She sat on the bed and gave me a quick kiss. “Are you ready for this?”
I looked at her and grabbed her arm as she went to get up. “Wait. Let me ask you something. If your father thought your mother and sisters were sluts, why would he have them prove this with me, your fiancé? Why would he have them do what he hated? What is his motive?”
She stared at me. “I don’t understand what you mean.”
“In the middle of the night something occurred to me. What if his goal was not to have them do it, but to see if they refused? What if this was a test of his theory? It seems to me that he may have done this to see if your family would prove his point. If your family did this, then they would be the whores he says they are and he gives them nothing. If they don’t, then maybe they have proved that they are not sluts and deserving of his estate.”
Gwen stared at me and I could see the wheels turning. “I see what you mean. I can’t see why he would do this when he would already be dead.”
“Did you listen to the hate, spite, and loathing in that letter? Your father did not sound like a well man. I think that may have clouded his judgment.”
“Hmm. Maybe. I don’t know what to say. You are playing with my mother’s inheritance and even some that would come to me.”
“I know, but I can’t help feel that I’m right.”
“So what are you going to do?”
“I don’t know. I need to shower and dress and think about this some more.”
I crawled out of the bed and headed for the shower. I received a sharp smack on the ass from my lover and I turned and wagged my finger at her. She just stuck her tongue out at me.
“Promises, promises.”
She grinned and left the room.
I showered, dressed, and ate a quick breakfast. Everyone was a little subdued and didn’t ask me what I was going to say to the lawyer.
The drive was terrible. I felt like I did as a child when my mother took me to the dentist for the first time. Fortunately or unfortunately, depending on how you look at it, everyone was the same and nobody talked at all. It left me time to go over my thoughts again. I think I had it right. When I told Gwen, it seemed to confirm to me as I said it out loud that it was a test. If these three women went ahead and had sex with his youngest daughter’s fiancé, the daughter who appeared to be his favorite, they would be confirming his dark fantasies and he would cut them off. If, however, they refused, then maybe they had passed the test and he would give them the money. Of course, as awful as that letter sounded, I could be completely wrong. I was in a quandary. I had no idea what to do.
When we arrived we were shown into a large conference room and offered refreshments. After getting some coffee and water for us, the receptionist left and we waited for the lawyer, Mr. Thibodeau. He came in after we were there about 15 minutes. I was going over my decision on what to say the entire time. I knew that I really wanted to say nothing happened, but I didn’t want to take away the opportunity for the Thurman women to get their inheritance. The man who wrote that letter sounded so awful that I didn’t think he deserved to deprive them of that.
The lawyer introduced himself and when he got to me he smiled. “Mr. Williams. So glad to meet you.”
“Thank you, sir. It’s John.”
He smiled and turned to head into the other room. “Now, these ladies have been waiting for this for a while, so why don’t we go into the other room and discuss this situation.”
Mrs. Thurman stood up. “Wait! Don’t we get to be in on this?”
Mr. Thibodeau turned. “No, I’m sorry. The instructions were very specific. You’ll have to wait out here while I go over everything with John.”
Mrs. Thurman looked petrified. “Okay.” She didn’t sound at all sure of that.
We entered Mr. Thibodeau’s office. It was richly furnished in dark woods and had a beautiful view out the window. The downtown area was in full view. His bookshelves were full of law and reference books and everything looked freshly dusted. He waved me to a beautiful wood and leather chair and then went behind the desk to sit in his.
“Mr. Thibodeau? Can I ask you a question first?”
“Sure, John. What is it?”
“I heard so many great things about Mr. Thurman, but none of that seems to jibe with the man who wrote that provision in the will. How is that possible?”
Mr. Thibodeau looked at me carefully for a few moments. “You are right. You might not know it, but Don had a stroke about a year before he died. His entire personality seemed to be affected by this. He was never the same again. He became mean, short-tempered, and jealous, traits he had never before shown. It was very sad and I counseled him strongly against this provision, but he did what he did anyway.”
“I see. Can I ask another question?”
He smiled. “Sure.”
“Isn’t it odd that he has asked these women to do what he despised in order to get his estate? I mean, why not have them investigated for this, why leave it to them asking me to have sex with them?”
“It is odd. I haven’t seen the second amendment myself, but it’s very odd. I thought the same thing. But it is his will and I will follow it.”
I knew what I had to do then. I would not tell him I slept with the Thurmans. I would tell him they refused and would take what was given them. “Okay, Mr. Thibodeau, let’s get this over with.”
He leaned forward and picked up the letter. “I take it you’ve read this?”
“Yes.”
“Okay. So answer the question. Did you have the required sex with Ann, Sheila, and Gaby?”
I took a deep breath. I was perspiring, unsure about whether or not I was taking away the chance for the Thurman’s to get their money from a man whose stroke had changed him. “No, I did not.”
He stared at me. “You sure?”
I wasn’t completely lying. He included all three so it was easier for me to answer. “Positive.”
“Well, that answers that question. Now let’s see the second amendment.”
Mr. Thibodeau had it lying on top of his desk in a sealed envelope, ready to go. He pulled out a letter opener and slit the envelope open. He pulled out the paper and started reading.
“Well?”
“Oh, sorry. Let me read it to you.
Okay, you sluts, here is what you have been waiting for. The first amendment was a test and I know that you sluts probably failed it, but here is my decision.
If you did sleep with Gwen’s fiancé, then you all are truly whores and I will not leave any of my estate to fucking whores. Ann, you get the $50,000 annual allowance. The rest of you can rot in hell.
If, by some miracle, you didn’t fuck him, then maybe there is hope for you sluts yet. I can’t believe that you wouldn’t for this amount of money. But if you didn’t, then my estate will be split four ways. Ann will get 40% and Sheila, Gaby, and Gwen will get 20% each.
I know that this sounds harsh, but it’s my fucking money, so go to hell. I will do with it as I please and whores do not get my money.
I love you, Gwen, the rest of you can fuck off.
Don.
Whew! What an asshole!” the attorney said.
I grinned. “Yes, sir, I would have to agree with that. But it wasn’t the real him, was it? He was changed by the stroke. I think we need to tell the ladies before they all start having heart attacks.”
“Absolutely.” He stood and we went back to the conference room. The women there were all pale and nervous. When we entered with smiles on our faces, I could see the hope light up in their eyes.
Mr. Thibodeau stepped to the head of the conference table. “Let me read this second amendment.” He did. As he did, I saw all of them start to pale again. Then he put it on the table and smiled. “Since Mr. Williams told me he didn’t have the required sex with the three of you, the estate will be distributed as he stated.” All of them stared at me. “Its current value is $38 million. I’ll have the papers drawn up and you can tell us where you want the monies, okay?”
They finally let out held breaths and let out whoops and started hugging each other. All except for Gwen, who came over and gave me a hug, just holding me and leaning into me.
Finally, Ann came over to us, Sheila and Gaby trailing. “How did you know? You were taking a chance with our monies. I can’t be angry since it came out right, but it scares me to think about it.”
“I knew he was still a logical thinker. He was changed by his stroke, but he still thought logically. I knew he wouldn’t give you the money if he thought you were really sluts. He stated that in the first one, you just had to read between the lines.”
She hugged me and Gwen, who had refused to let me go. “Well, thank god you were right.”
Sheila and Gaby had heard enough and both called their husbands to tell them that they were going to be wealthy.
I took Gwen aside and lifted her chin up to have her look into my eyes. “Are you okay? Are we okay?”
She sighed. “Yes. I love you so much and the fact that you worked that out makes it better. I don’t know what we’ll do with all that money.”
I leaned over and kissed her. “I can think of a few things we can do right now for which we don’t need money – or clothes.”
She grinned. “Yeah, good idea. Nice way to celebrate.”
She took my hand and led me from the room. Life was really good.
by deadeye_76 for Literotica
