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The Audition: Mother-in-Law’s Approval

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Man must audition sexually for fiancee's family.

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Wednesday night before Thanksgiving, 2010

"Your family wants me to do what?!?!" I said this

in a harsh whisper to my fiancé. We were in her bedroom at her family home on
the Wednesday before Thanksgiving, having gone there for the weekend. What she
had just told me was shocking. I couldn't believe my ears and she was sitting
there looking shocked and stunned herself, tears forming in her eyes. I started
pacing and thinking about what I should say. But first, let me tell you how we
got to this point.

Fall, 2009 I met my fiancé the year after we both graduated

from college. We were working at the same company, both at the entry level, her
in the Human Resources department and me as a database administrator.

One Friday as the Thanksgiving and Christmas holidays

approached, some of the folks from the company went to a happy hour. There were
many people there and I noticed Gwen right away. She was a little reticent to
get caught up in the unbridled joy (or stupidity depending on your point of
view) that some people were exhibiting. She was smiling and laughing, but
seemed a little reserved. She was blonde, very pale, and had a tiny bone
structure. She looked to be no taller than about 5'2", but I couldn't tell
for sure. I went over to the table where she was sitting and said hello to one
of the guys that was there that I already knew. I was hoping for, and received,
an introduction to her. I noticed that her eyes were a little green, but seemed
to run toward hazel. They also captivated me and I caught myself staring at her
a few times.

Soon it was approaching 8pm and we had been there since

about 5:30, so I decided to go to the restaurant next door and get some dinner.
I told my friend this and then looked at Gwen. I was never very aggressive with
my approach to women and was a little shy about asking, but somehow I managed to
ask her if she wanted to join me. She looked down at her drink and then over at
her friends who were, in my mind, making fools of themselves in front of some
of the company managers. She looked at me and smiled. She agreed and I was
inwardly thankful that I had gotten up the nerve.

When she stood, I got a better look at her. She was maybe

5'4" and 110 lbs. She looked to be athletic and in good condition. She
moved like an athlete and since I played baseball in college, I figured she
might have played some sport, too. She was wearing nice jeans that accentuated
her slender stature and tight butt.

Over the next couple weeks we dated a little casually,

nothing too formal. We were taking it slow, mostly because she wanted to. I
wanted to take it slow for a while, but being around her was driving me nuts.
She seemed to ooze some pheromone that was making me hornier than usual. She
was also living alone in a nice apartment while I was living with a roommate.
She must have come from money, but she never told me anything about her family
or situation.

For Christmas, Gwen was going to be heading home to be with

her family. She had finally told me some things about them. I had learned that
her father had died last summer and her mother lived alone in a big house. Her
two sisters were older than her and married. The oldest had two children and
the younger one just one child. They were all going to be there for Christmas
and I could tell she was looking forward to being with family. Just before she
left, I took her to a very fancy, very upscale place. I told her to dress up
and she didn't disappoint.

Things progressed quickly from there. I found that while she

was a little demure in public, she was, underneath it, a fiery, opinionated,
outspoken woman -- and I was slowly falling in love with her. She told me one
night in May that she was in love with me and watched me closely. I could feel
her gaze as she carefully watched how I responded. I just smiled, stared back
into those eyes, and told her I loved her, too. Apparently, I passed her test
because she ripped my clothes off and had her way with me -- several times that
night. It took a week to wipe the grin off my face.

By July, we had become a couple that people described with

both our names. It was only a matter of time, in my mind, before we got
engaged. I decided that the best time would be after she returned from her
summer vacation with her family and me with mine, which made it Labor Day
weekend. We were both going to see our families the last week of August, separately,
and would be back for that weekend. I had a key to her place so I set it up in
a manner that she would appreciate. We were both hopeless romantics and I knew
she would really appreciate the effort.

I shook my head. She and her mother were close. Her father

had died the previous year and they had become even closer. I loved her for
that, too.

She finally put her phone down and went over and plunked

down on the bed. "Okay, let's eat something here." She eyed me.
"Somebody is going to need their strength."

I grinned and reached into the pocket of my robe for the

last part of her surprise. She was just finishing her first cracker and had
reached for her champagne. I put my left hand on her arm and stopped her. She
looked up at me questioningly. I smiled and slid off the bed onto my knees. She
was still looking puzzled until I held up the small ring box.

I was unprepared for her reaction. She screeched and threw

herself at me. She tackled me better than anyone had when I played football and
ended up on top of me. I was being assaulted by lips for the next 2 minutes.
She kissed me on the mouth, all over my face, and then my neck, before
returning to my mouth. Finally she sat up and grabbed the box that I was still
holding.

She ripped the ring out of the box and put it on her finger

before she answered me. She looked down at me and smiled. "That was a
hell, yes, don't you ever think about taking it back."

By November, we had made arrangements to spend Thanksgiving

with her family. And that's where we ended up today.

So here we are, Gwen and I. We are sitting in her bedroom

trying to wrap our arms around what her mother had just told her. It was
unthinkable to me. Her mother had told her that her two older sisters both had
sexual duds for husbands. The husbands were not adventuresome, were not good at
taking care of their wives' needs, and were not interested in even learning how
to please them. Her mother had told Gwen that therefore, since just she and the
three girls were there that Thanksgiving, having left the families to visit the
other relatives, she and Gwen's two sisters were going to audition me to be a
good husband. They would each spend a night with me to ensure that I knew how
to take care of a woman sexually.

I thought and thought about what to say. Her mother and

sisters were attractive enough. There was nothing disgusting about it
physically, but something didn't seem right. And how was I supposed to answer
this? Her mother had become Gwen's closest friend since her father died, so she
was shocked and dismayed. I guess there was only one thing to say.

"Gwen. I don't like it, but I will do whatever you say.

If you want me to do it, I can handle it, but only if you can. If you say no,
I'll back you 100%. I have no idea what you think, but I'm behind you. Tell me
what you think and what you think we should do."

Gwen looked up at me. I hated laying it on her, but I had to

know what she was thinking. "This is all a lie. There's more to it than
what you have been told. C'mon." She held out her hand and I took it.

Gwen led me into the dining room where her mother and

sisters were sitting, sipping wine and waiting for my answer. They looked
almost as tense as Gwen, but I could not figure out why. There was definitely
something more going on here.

Gwen led me straight to her mother. "Mom, I want you to

tell John the truth about this. Show him the paper." Her mother hesitated
and just looked back and forth between us. "Now!"

I had never seen Gwen this demonstrative with her mother and

her mother must not have either. She jumped when Gwen said that. "Okay,
honey. But he has to agree to keep this a secret, okay?" She looked at
Gwen and then at me.

I was unable to understand what they might be talking about.

I looked at her and then Gwen. "Sure. I can keep a secret."

Mrs. Thurman got up and walked over to a drawer in a small

secretarial desk. She opened a drawer and pulled out an envelope. She walked
back over to us and stood there looking at Gwen. She finally took a deep breath
and handed it to Gwen. "We have to proceed very carefully." She
looked at everyone. "Sit down, John. Okay, Gwen, show him."

Gwen turned to me and handed me the envelope. "Please,

please, read this completely before you say anything."

"Sure." I didn't know what else to say. What the

hell was in this envelope? She let go of the envelope as I took it and sat
down.

I opened the envelope and read the letter that was inside.

"Ann, I know that I am dying at this time. There is

nothing more that can be done about it. However, I have a few things to get off
my chest. First, I know that you are a slut and that you have been having
affairs for the last few years. I also know that your first two daughters are
sluts as well. They have fucked every man they can at college, and they have
even branched out around our neighborhood. I just hope that you three do not
corrupt Gwen as she gets older. I will be dying soon and I cannot do anything
about what fucking whores you three have come, but I can at least make you
three do one thing. I can withhold my estate from you. I have a plan that I
have come up with to prove a point. I am going to withhold everything except a
$50,000 annual allowance for Ann, from all of you. Only when you carry out
these instructions will the remaining part of the estate, currently valued at
$35,000,000.00, be released to be shared by all of you as I dictate in an
additional amendment to my will. Here's the plan. Someday soon, Gwen will come
home with a man she wants to marry. In order for the remainder of my estate to
be issued to you fucking tramps, you will have to each fuck and suck this man
before the wedding. One night alone with each of you should do it. The
requirement is that you have to give up all three orifices to him. I don't care
what you tell Gwen or if you don't, but if you do this, to prove my point, the
remainder of my estate will be released according to the additional document.
If not, then it will automatically go to my favorite charity. In order for this
to be considered accomplished, this young man will have to report to my
attorney and confirm it. I hope you all rot in hell. Don"

I sat there stunned and read it again. I had never read a

letter full of such hate and disgust. It sounded like a bitter, angry old man
and was nothing like the man that Gwen had described a few times. "Uh,
this is a very strange letter."

Mrs. Thurman nodded. "Yes, it is. First, I want to say

something on our behalf. I never cheated on Don. I have no idea where he got
his ideas from, but over the last couple of years he became jealous and saw
every man who I talked to as a possible adulterer of mine. Sheila and Gaby are
not tramps either. I would imagine that they had a healthy sex life at college
because that's the way things are nowadays. I spoke to them and neither of them
understands the comment about the neighborhood. We are not tramps."

I looked at her and then Gwen. "I have no reason to

doubt you. However, this is a very strange situation." I looked down at my
hands. "Mrs. Thurman. I love your daughter more than anything. As soon as
we were a steady item I considered that I was only going to be with her. We
have been monogamous for a long time. I do not want to hurt her or cheat on
her, so I'm having a hard time considering this."

She looked at me and sighed. "I know. I knew that Gwen

would come home with a very nice man."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome. However, I cannot imagine giving up

the money that Don accrued over our lifetime. I was a stay at home mother and
raised three daughters. I went to all his social events. When I could go back
to work, he was making enough that he asked me to stay home. I agreed and
continued to support him. I thought I would get his estate after agreeing to
that. But since I didn't, I now find that I cannot support myself or even this
house on what I am earning in my job. I was hoping to keep this big house in
the family and continue to live in this nice neighborhood and enjoy life, but
without the rest of his estate I cannot do it. I know that my daughters each
deserve a piece of this, so we talked about it over the last year and a half,
to make sure we knew where we stood. We all agree that it's worth it to do this
just this one time for our families."

"What about contesting it? This is very irregular? Why

not contest it and get it thrown out? I cannot imagine any judge upholding
something like this."

Mrs. Thurman looked at her hands, pulling on them, twisting

them in nervousness. "I asked a friend who is a lawyer about this. He said
we could. However, there is an attachment that I didn't give you. On it is the
list of people he accuses us of cheating and having affairs with. I could
probably live with it, but there are very nice, responsible members of the
community on there. What happens when this comes out in court? You know that in
today's world it would come out or they would be called to contradict my
husband's allegations. And it would definitely be a juicy news item. These
people would be ruined, maybe even their marriages disrupted, by a jealous old
man's fantasies. I cannot think about that. The same is true of my daughters.
He names people the same way. I'm sorry, but I won't do that even if you
refuse. I just hope we can convince you to do it."

When she finished I considered what I had heard. "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 his way of proving the

point that he believes that you 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 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."

Everyone visibly relaxed for a moment, and then the mood got

tense as everyone realized what was coming. Mrs. Thurman spoke first.
"Okay. It's 8pm. Everyone get to bed and let's get this over with. John,
you can come to my room about 10. Is that okay?"

"Fine." I watched Gwen and saw her flinch at that.

I went to her and took her by the hand. I led her upstairs and into her
bedroom. I sat her on the bed and kneeled in front of her. "Any time you
change your mind, you let me know, okay?"

She nodded. "I'll be fine."

I leaned over and hugged her. "I'm not sure about that,

but if we love each other, we'll get thru this."

She nodded glumly and looked up at me. "You think

so?"

"I know so. I'm not allowed to take that ring back if

you remember correctly."

She smiled a little. "That's correct."

We got ready for bed and I put on the pajamas that I had

brought. I usually slept in the nude, but made sure I brought them for being at
her house. Her mother and family were allowing us to sleep together, which I
initially thought was very modern. Now I wondered if that was just because of
the situation they were in.

Gwen got quieter and quieter as 10pm approached. She clung

to me and we lay there hugging each other. She finally looked up at about two
minutes before. "I love you. I want you to take care of them. They are my
family and they deserve your respect and love just like me."

I stared into her eyes. "You are so good to them. I

hope they realize what this means to you."

She buried her head in my shoulder. "I hope so, too."

She finally pushed me away. "Okay. Go to Mom."

I stood and she lay there staring at me, a single tear

leaking down the side of her face toward me. This made me angry and was fucking
with my head. I didn't know if I should go or not. She gave me a wan smile and
"Go. We have to do this."

I left her and went down to her mother's room. She was

already in bed and waiting. When I entered she looked up and I walked over to
her bed. She took a deep breath and patted the bed. I started to climb in.

"Wait!" I looked up at the way she said it.

"The pajamas." She indicated that I was still wearing my pajamas. I
knew she wanted me to take them off, but she couldn't say the words.

I stripped and watched her as my soft dick came into view.

She looked up at me and smiled. I climbed in and she cuddled up next to me. She
was naked.

She pushed herself up on one elbow and looked at me

seriously. "I want to thank you for this. We'll make this quick and then
you can go and comfort Gwen. I know this is hard on both of you."

I nodded as she leaned in and kissed me. She kissed me and

immediately reached to my groin. She was not shy, that's for sure. We kissed
and she fondled; and I finally reciprocated. She moaned and pulled back,
closing her eyes. I kept fondling. She groaned and fell back flat. I looked
down as the blankets fell away from her body. She was nice and full. Her body
was sensitive, too. She groaned and held my head. She kept her eyes closed and
I wondered if that was so that she didn't have to look at me or if she was just
trying to enjoy the sex. She suddenly sat up and pushed me back.

" I want to satisfy all the requirements properly. I

know that we could just go thru the motions, but we'd better make sure we do it
right or I could blow this opportunity; to get the estate." She added the
last part as she thought I might misunderstand what she meant by the
opportunity. She dipped down in a flash. It was my turn to groan. I was soon as
hard as I could get. She was quite good at it. She sat back. "Okay, let's do
this from behind. I want to get this all over with immediately."

"Okay." Was there anything else to say? She knew

exactly how she wanted this to go and talked about it so easily I was a little
shocked.

She turned over and grabbed something from the nightstand.

She handed it to me. "Lube. I haven't had sex in two years,  but I
haven't had anal in a very long time." Suddenly she was very frank and
open about all this.

Being tight made sense if she was truly as faithful as she

said and I had no reason to doubt her. As she got on all fours, I examined the
rest of her body. She was actually very attractive and took good care of
herself. She had a couple extra pounds, but her shape was good. It made me
think of Gwen and the fact that the genes she got meant she was going to look
this good for a long time. I looked down and thought that although this was a
chore, it was going to be an enjoyable one. I just couldn't let Gwen know that.

I moved up behind her and she looked over her shoulder.

"Remember, go slow. It's been a long time." I nodded and she turned
again. "Oh, call me Ann. I won't be able to take you calling me Mrs.
Thurman."

I chuckled. "Okay, Ann," and I slapped her ass a

little.

"Oh, that's good. I love a little ass-slapping with my

sex."

I obliged her. She grinned as she looked over her shoulder.

I moved up behind her, picking up the lubrication. She groaned and put her head
down. Damn! She was right, she felt very small and tight. I set myself into
position and grabbed her by the hips. I slowly started working more and more.
She started moaning and thrusting back. It appeared that she was having no
problem enjoying our moment, even though I was engaged to her daughter. I
looked hard and enjoying Mrs. Thurman.

"Oh, fuck, it's been so long." She groaned and

kept pushing back.

Soon it felt wonderful. I knew that this had to be quick if

I was going to. I started and she immediately picked up the pace. She was
groaning and increased her speed. I slapped her ass a few more times. I just
held still while she calmed down. She eventually did and then turned and looked
at me.

"Okay, We can be finished by 11pm."

I picked up the lube that I had put on the bed next to me

and without taking my dick out, started working it around her little pink hole.
It was also tight, but I managed to work my index finger in and fuck her with
it. I added more lube and worked two fingers in.

"Okay, Ann. Here we go." She held her body tightly

still, not giving at all. I had no experience at how hard to push. I kept pushing
harder and harder until her ring gave up. It went in pretty quickly before I
could stop. Ann groaned.

"Oh, fuck, that's big. It's been years since someone

had my ass."

I grinned. "Well, here comes the rest." She was

moaning and murmuring how good it felt. I knew that I didn't have long.

"Okay, do it!" Ann started furiously flexing the

muscle and that put me over the top.

Finally, I collapsed onto her back, pushing us both flat on

the bed. I was laying on her and we were both breathing hard. She turned so she
could see part of my face. "That was wonderful. I hope Gwen appreciates
you."

"She does." I whispered. "Oh." It felt

so sensitive coming out.

"Oh, god. Get up and let me go to the bathroom."

I rolled onto my back and closed my eyes. It was very good.

I just wondered if it would affect my ability to have sex with Gwen. I didn't
want to have this sudden image of her mother as I filled.

I heard the toilet flush and heard Ann pad back into the

room. I then felt something warm and wet and opened my eyes. Ann was cleaning
me with a warm washcloth. When she finished she put it back in the sink and
came back to lie down next to me. She looked directly at me when she spoke.
"Thank you for doing this. I know it was for the money, but I really did
enjoy it."

"Me, too, Ann. I hope we can get past this. I still

love your daughter."

Ann smiled. "Of course. Listen. If you want to lie to

Gwen, just tell her that we talked, but couldn't bring ourselves to have sex.
It may make it easier for her if she doesn't think about you with her
mother."

I thought about that. "Maybe, but I don't want to lie

to her. Besides, she will know what I tell the lawyer."

"I understand," was all she said as she continued

to stare at me. "Are you going to go back now so that we can act like we
didn't do it or that it wasn't fun?"

I looked at her. She was still very beautiful. "So it

was fun?"

She grinned. "You know it was. I loved it. I haven't

had sex since Don got sick." She looked at me with doe eyes. "Unless
you need to confirm that we have fulfilled the requirement."

Oh, fuck! She wanted me again! "No, I think I should

get back."

"Okay. Thanks, lover."

I looked at her. "Please don't call me that. It's not

right."

She looked away. "Sorry." She looked back and

patted me on the arm. "You go and tell Gwen whatever you want. Just as
long as you tell the truth to Don's lawyer."

"Okay. I'm going to go."

I got up and quickly dressed and as I left I looked over at

Mrs. Thurman. She flashed me. Fuck!

I got back to Gwen's room and she was asleep; or so I

thought. When I got into bed she turned to me and I could make out her eyes in
the dark. She was staring at me. "Is everything okay?"

I turned to her. "Yeah, everything's fine. Your mother

and I talked and talked and we realized we couldn't do it. I'm going to have to
lie to the lawyer, but I would rather do that than hurt you."

She stared at me. "Thank you. I love you." She

snuggled up to me and relaxed.

I stared at the ceiling. Shit! I had lied to her about this.

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.

to be concluded in part 2,

by deadeye_76 for

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