Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. This is a work of erotic fiction. This work may contain description of sexual intercourse between consenting adults, non-consenting adults, adults and children (both consensual and non-consensual). If you are turned off by such works, leave now. The author, bentspoon, exerts his rights over this work and wishes to be known as the owner of this piece of literature. You are free to read and distribute his works provided it is clearly mentioned on all copies that he is the author of the work. The author maybe contacted at bentspoon@excite.com for clarifications and comments. If you are still here I guess you really want to read, welcome aboard. ---- Stephanie's Dilemma - Chapter 3 The Marriage Night Stephanie was worn out after the party. She had returned to her room to get ready for the night. Her first order of business would be to wash herself. She doubted if Richard would get a chance to check her out before she went to her husband. She undid her clothes and walked into the bathroom. Richard was sitting on the water closet. "Hi! Planning on washing yourself?" he asked. "Nnnno!" she stammered. "I think you were" he smirked. "There is a punishment waiting for your disobedience. I haven't decided what it will be yet. But let me assure you that you will be the first to know when I have. But for the time being come here and impale yourself on me. It would be unfair to send you dry to your husband wouldn't it?" "Please Richard. Do anything you like, but don't endanger my marriage. I beg you." She was kneeling in front of him. "We don't have all night honey." He pulled out his already hardening organ as he said this. She knew it was useless to argue with him when he was in this mood. She stood up and began to take off her panties. "No need for that, just pull it aside. We wouldn't want to drop anything later would we?" She straddled him and pulled her panty aside. She let his penis slip into her. Once he was all the way in, she began to move back and forth. "Won't he love it to know how wet the thought of being fucked by him has made you?" he whispered. She concentrated on sliding on his penis. "Gosh! I love fucking you sister-in-law. Faster" She responded to his demand and upped her pace. He leaned back and let her ride him. "Almost there" he grunted. "Yes!" She felt his sperm shoot into her. She kept up the motion as she felt her orgasm build. As it began to hit her she banged into him driving him into the deepest recesses of her vagina. And then it was over. "Good girl, now dress up and go to him." She stood up and pulled her panties over her vagina. The wetness inside her now soaked into the panties too. She washed the make up off her face. Then she returned to him, she knew he would demand it. She knelt in front of him and rubbed his wet penis, wet with their coupling, all over her face. She looked up at him and saw him smile his wicked smile. "Good girl" He stood up and dressed himself as she put on her night gown. They left the bathroom together. She paused outside the door that connected her bedroom to her husband's. Richard went to the bar she had in her room and poured himself a drink. "Go on, I'll be listening in." She knocked on the door and walked through. He was waiting on the bed with a drink in hand. There was another drink on the table, for her. She picked it up and got on the bed. Charles held up his glass. "To us" he toasted. "To us" she replied and took a sip. They put their glasses on the table and kissed. As they kissed, Stephanie's heart was in her mouth. The kiss lasted ages. "You smell wonderful, what did you put on?" he asked. "Something new, didn't know if you'd like it or not", she replied. "Like it? I love it" and he proceeded to lick her face all over to show just how much he licked it. "Oh Charles! I'm so happy", she told him. "Me too baby, me too" he said. His hands roamed her breasts. He slid the straps of her nightgown off her shoulders and exposed her nipples. He took her nipple in his mouth and began to suck on it softly. She let out a soft moan. She loved it when he did that. His tongue flicked back and forth over her nipple. "Charles" she whispered. His fingers went down to her panties. She felt his hesitation on finding it wet. "I'm ready for you honey. I've been thinking of this the whole day. I can't wait. Take me", she told him. She spread her legs in the air, inviting him to take her. He pulled her nightgown off her and looked at her body which was now covered only by her wet panties. Her slid her panties off and his fingers began to play in the wetness of her vagina. Then he shocked her by going down on her. Charles wasn't the kind of guy she expected something like this from. He was sucking and licking at her cunt. She knew that he would be drinking in the juices his brother had left inside her. The thought drove her wild with passion and she lifted her back off the bed and forced him to go deeper into her. He kept lapping at her cunt like a dog would until she has her orgasm. Then he took his penis to her entrance and slid into her. He began to pump into her. Slowly at first. She felt the length of his penis slid in until their hips touched, then he pulled back. Slowly, each movement was exaggerated and she felt every curve and bump on his penis as he fucked her. Slowly he increased the tempo until they were both bucking into each other. It was the most wonderful feeling she had ever had. "I'm cumming" he told her and let go a torrent of his seed inside her. They lay spent, he on top of her. "Oh Charles! It was wonderful", she told him. "Yes I know. Now tell me honey, who was the other man?" he asked. She was shell-shocked. "Honey, now that we have got up to here let me tell you something about me. I am a homo-sexual, always have been. The only woman I have every fucked is you. This doesn't mean I don't love you. I do. I have always wanted you to be my wife. But honey, I get my satisfaction elsewhere. Neither does it mean I won't be making love to you. I will. And I have sucked and swallowed too many cocks not to know what a man's sperm tastes like. So tell me, who is he?" "Please Charles" she pleaded. "Baby, I'm not mad at you. I just want to know. You can keep seeing him. I don't mind, but I need to know who's sperm I just lapped up." "Richard", she whispered. The shock on his face was evident. "Since when?" he asked. "Switzerland" He nodded.