MMB - The Great Estate Robbery

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Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Reluctant, Heterosexual, Sex Toys, .

Desc: Erotica Sex Story: The Matchmaker Bandits Rob a the Estate of a Millionaire polygamist only to find unexpected visitors.



"OH MY GOD IT'S GOING IN ME PAUL!" Ashley said as my cock touched the mouth of her wet pussy.

Prelude

Herbert H. Williams III had died. People die all the time. There's nothing unusual about it. After all, he was seventy-eight years old. He had lived a full life. It happens to everyone sooner or later. They're born; they live; they die; they are mourned and eventually, in time, they are forgotten.

But Herbert H. Williams III was unique, not because he had been quite wealthy. No, he was unique because he had a fascination with eroticism that went well beyond the norm.

It seems that Herbert H. Williams III had accumulated during his life not only a quite valuable Collection of erotic art; but, the world's largest assortment of erotic furniture and other kinky mechanical devices, the kinds specifically designed for use during sex.

Having no legal heirs, his will had instructed that his estate was to be auctioned off and the proceeds donated to his favorite charity, The Society For The Preservation And Advancement Of Plural Marriage. It seems that Herbert H. Williams III also had had three wives at one time, all living with him in mutual if not legal marital bliss until they also; one by one had preceded him into the great hereafter.

And so that brings me to my story.

Chapter One - "Dear Paul"

I met Gerri about four years ago. We were both working for the US Census at the time. We started talking and hit it off immediately. We were becoming quite close and I was beginning to think that we would end up together when I met her sister Marie. Maybe met isn't the best word for it. Perhaps hit-and-run is a better way of putting it. She hit, then ran. But I am getting ahead of myself.

When I was introduced to Marie she had just gotten divorced from her ex-husband Richard. As Marie had no place to go, Gerri let Marie move in with her until she could find an apartment of her own.

Marie was pretty down about the divorce so Gerri and I decided to take her clubbing to help show her what she had regained with her newfound freedom.

We had hit three bars and it was getting late when Gerri suggested we call it a night. She said that we were all pretty wasted and that she had to open the gallery the next day.

In hindsight, Gerri was the only one of us that had any sense at the time.

Anyway, Marie response was to say to Gerri, "I'm a big girl now Mommy and I going to go party some more." Then she turned to me and asked, "What about it? Feel like partying some more?."

As I was already pretty loaded when I said, "Sure, what else does an aspiring alcoholic do?" At that point, Gerri went home.

We hit a few more clubs together and as they were closing, Marie suggested we get a bottle from the local package store before it closed and drank in private.

By that time, I was too drunk to say no; so, we went to my apartment with a bottle of something 190 proof and tried to drink each under other the table.

When I woke up the next day I had a massive hangover and Marie was lying naked next to me on my bed. I couldn't even remember what had happened the night before. To make matters worse, for some reason I had this strange feeling as if I had betrayed Gerri.

What you have to understand is that back then I was young, stupid and drank like a fish every chance I could get so black outs were not new to me.

Anyway, I hadn't heard from Marie for five weeks when I got a call from her out of the blue. She told me she was pregnant and that she wanted to keep it.

And so, I did the noble thing and we got married.

She had a baby boy and we named him Randy after her father.

I tried to settle down deciding to play with the cards fate had dealt me. I tried to be a good father and husband but things weren't working out between us; that kind of thing happens when there is no love between two people.

We had been married for almost a year when I came home from work one day to find an envelope with my name on it laying on the kitchen table.

There were two things in the envelope. The first was a letter from Marie.

I opened the letter and read it:

Dear Paul,

We both have known that things have been rocky between us for some time now and that neither of us is happy. A few months ago I ran into Richard and we started talking. He's really changed a lot since the divorce. When I told him I had a baby he asked me if I was sure you were the father. The truth is Paul, that when I found out I was pregnant it was easier for me to think of you as the father than Richard. I've been seeing Richard for months now and he has asked me to marry him. When I told him I would not risk loosing Randy he suggested I have a paternity test done. I know that the only thing keeping us together is Randy and that you will never leave me. As you can see from the results, you are not Randy's father, Richard is. So now there is no reason for you to stay with me anymore. I have taken Randy with me so don't worry about him and please don't try to find us.

I know you will never forgive me but perhaps time will ease the pain.

Marie

The other item in the envelope was a copy of the paternity test showing Richard to be the father.

Chapter Two - "The Job Offer"

I had been out of work for three months after I had, politely, told my boss that he could take the lousy three percent cost of living increase he had given me and use it to buy a tube of "Preparation H" since he obviously was in need of something to relieve the pain his tight ass must be giving him and, that was about all you could buy with such a tiny amount.

I was laying on the couch in my living room evaluating job prospects, which sucked, and was trying to decide if I should set up a Meth Lab in the basement or apply for a Manager's position at the local Captain D's.

After I looked at my checkbook and saw that my account was almost empty, I decided that the Meth Lab thing was out, as I couldn't afford the start-up cost.

I was about to start filling out the Captain D's application I had picked up when my phone rang bringing a welcome delay from entry into the world of Fish, Fries, and Fritters.

I picked up the phone to hear the naturally sultry voice Gerri, my ex-wife's sister. "Hey, Stud." she said in an overtly sexy manner.

"Hey, Porn Star." I answered back.

It was a little game we used to play before I married her sister. After I got married we both stopped our playful teasing and I didn't see much of her except on holidays and family occasions.

"Still need a job?" she asked; then added, "Or are the ladies paying you enough?"

"Yup, still need a job." I answered. "Can't make any money till this clap is gone." She laughed.

"How's five thousand dollars for a weeks work sound to you?" Her sultry voice said.

"Great! Who do I have to screw?" I said deciding to play along with her little joke.

She paused a second; and then said, "Seriously, I need some help inventorying an estate that's about to be auctioned. The place is out in the boonies and I don't like the idea of being there by myself."

"I'd love to Gerri, but I don't know anything about art. Hell, I even flunked finger-painting in Kindergarten." I told her, hating to have to pass up the chance to make some real money.

"Don't worry about that. It will be easy, all you have to do is write down what I tell you." she said. "Besides, you really would be helping me out. I really need someone I can trust to go along with me."

She went on to explain that the estate she had to inventory was an old country manor far removed from the city and that it would be easier not to have to drive the five hour trip to and from the estate each day. Further, that she made arrangements with the executor for her and an assistant to stay at the mansion for the week that it would take to inventory everything.

"Well?" she asked. "Will you help me Paul?" Then added, "Please?

Happy to finally have some money coming in I answered her, "Sure. Anything for my favorite centerfold." She laughed and said she would pick me up at 5:00 the following morning.

Hearing her voice reminded me how much I enjoyed her company and missed hanging out with her.

Chapter Three - "The Great Lie"

After Gerri called me, it occurred to me that it seemed like a good idea to tell my landlady, Mrs. Wiseman, about the job offer. By then, I was already a week late with my rent and I didn't want to come back and find my things on the street. I asked her if she could wait one more week until I got back for the rent. After I told her that I would be able to pay her the next four months rent when I got back, she quickly agreed.

I packed my backpack, ate a TV dinner, put out what trash I had, and went to bed so I could get and early start in the morning.

When I got up the next morning, I showered, toasted a bagel and then went outside to wait for Gerri. I was sitting on my backpack and hadn't been waiting long when she pulled up.

She smiled, rolled down the passenger window, leaned over toward it, and said, "Hey, lover boy know where a girl can get lucky around here?"

"How much you got baby?" I said playing the game.

"Five dollars cold hard cash." she said.

"Sorry lady, I only have three bucks change and don't want to take advantage of you." She giggled when I said that, then she came back with, "OK, you can keep the change but you better be worth it."

We were both laughing when I got in the car, backpack in hand.

We spent the next couple of hours catching up on old times. We talked about what she had been doing, what I had been doing, and our mutual friends.

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