The Audition: Her Sisters’ Beds,  He must audition, sexually for fiancee’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