Tristan Alexander considered himself a lucky man. In every aspect that mattered. He had the looks that drew admiring gazes from everyone, the endless vivacious charm that kept them enthralled, and the bank account that allowed him to play about with life as he pleased. So he did. Even while his father was currently droning in his ear about 'expectations' and family traditions, the words flowed into one ear and out the other. He knew what he had to do: play the doting chaste fiancé in public and privately screw her stepsister Starla on the side.

"Tristan, your birthday is tomorrow and I would like to see you announce a date for when you will marry your fiancée. You understand how important it is for us to be tied to the Blackwoods and their endless fortune?" Alphonso settled back in his plush red leather wingback chair. The mahogany wood creaked slightly as he reached for his snifter of brandy, swirling it slightly before he brought it to his lips.

Tristan inwardly groaned but the charming smile on his face did not falter a fraction. Leaning forward in the matching adjacent chair he nodded as if he was just as eager himself. "Of course, Father. I was planning to do it myself."A lie"You didn't need to call me into your study for this. I truly understand and want the same thing."Another lie

He rose out of the chair and faced his father with the appearance of an obedient son. The fire crackling behind him obscured the contemptuous look in the silver grey eyes that mirrored his father's. I would rather eat a pile of dirt than to spend my days locked in some stuffy study, all for the sake of appearances. The rebellious thought popped up in his head as his smile grew. "If you would be so kind, I had made plans to go see my beloved fiancée and her family." His courteous half bow hid his eye roll flawlessly.

Rita greeted him with her usual gracious smile as she ushered him into the expansive Burkwood mansion. It was much larger than his father's, and its grounds were more impressive. It was expected of a family as old as they were.

"Tristan! I'm glad to see you. We have such exciting news." She beamed while leading him down the east wing. Her heels clacked on the marble floor as she eagerly pulled him along. "Jack had the north balcony room refurbished to be fitted for your honeymoon night." She was almost giddy as she drew him into the receiving room.

When they entered the room he saw his fiancée sitting on one end of a long cream suede sofa and Starla on the other end. Jack was sitting on a matching armchair, settled back with an amused grin on his face. "Darling," Jack spoke with a light chuckle, "You do realize we have a butler that answers the door, right?" his head indulgently tilted to the side and his hands rose in a silent call for her to join him.

Tristan waved his hand as he took a seat on the long couch between his fiancée and Starla. "I think it's charming Mrs. Burkwood." His laugh was effortless as the subtle glance he threw at Starla. He noticed the hungry look in the blue eyes of his lover and it ignited the fire in his gut to draw her off to a private room and drive his cock into her until she moaned his name in that cute breathy voice of hers.

"I want you to go see the honeymoon suite. I know it's a silly Burkwood family tradition, but I think I did a good job at making it a romantic scene for your wedding night." Rita clasped Jack's hand.

"How about you have Starla take you up to see it? It's also tradition for it to be a surprise for the bride only," Jack suggested.

The proposition couldn't have come at a better time. Tristan was growing harder at the thought of taking his delicious soon to be sister-in-law in the very bed he was to take his fiancée. He was quick to his feet and his bow was fluid as he reached for Starla's hand. "I would love to see where I will spend the first night with my beloved."

The polite respectful distance they kept lasted as long as it took them to pass the first flight of steps and then turned to ascend the second set. Then their fingers became interwoven and their posture relaxed. "I can't wait to soak those sheets in your essence," Tristan's deep voice growled in her ear, nipping down on her neck.

Starla giggled and pulled him along faster. "I'm going to make you cum inside me right on your marital bed..." her giggle turned into a lascivious laugh as his arms went around her and his lips were on her neck. "Hmm, Tristan, don't leave any marks that will be seen." she gasped as he bit onto her collarbone, slamming her up against the nearest wall.

He lifted her up by her ass, her legs went around his waist and he walked her backwards into the large double doors of The Balcony Room. He broke away from kissing her long enough to look at the room. The colors were a soft cream and deep rich red. The bed was large and made of an ornate antique oak that probably came from generations ago. It was canopied by a translucent gossamer material and it faced the open balcony doors.

She was on her knees undoing his pants and freeing his partially stiff cock while Tristan grabbed her by the back of the head and guided his member into her open, eager mouth. His pants dropped to the ground and he kicked them off, moaning at the sensation of Starla's mouth engulfing him.

"Hmm, fuck yes, My Star. Take it all, get this cock ready for you." His hips lightly thrust forward and his hand shoved her head forward. "We gotta make it quick, we can't get caught baby." he pumped a few more times into her mouth, shoving his cock to the hilt, making her gag a bit.

He pulled her mouth off and chuckled at the line of drool that hung from her chin and the tears that were going down her cheeks. "Sorry baby, it felt too good." His tone was cajoling as he pulled her up. "I'll make it up to you by stuffing this pussy full of what it needs."

Tristan lifted her up, carrying her bridal style to the marital bed. Tossing her down onto its creme silk sheets there was no wasted time before he split her legs open and was fucking her quickly and roughly.

"Tristan, just like that." She uttered as her breasts bounced up and down from the force of his thrusts. "If you keep this up.. I'll cum too quickly." She almost cried out as he kept up his almost brutal pace.

"That's the point of a quickie, darling." He grunted and pulled out of her. Grabbing her hips, he flipped her over and pushed her face into the mattress as his dick found her hole again. With one hand on her hip, he started his rigorous fucking again, soon the room was filled with the sound of their breathy pants and the wet sound of skin hitting skin.

He felt his balls tighten and the familiar tingle in his gut as his release was quick to rise. With a slap on her ass, he thrust one final time and came deep inside of her, too caught up in the haze of ecstasy to even care if she was satisfied as well. His dick was still softening as he pulled out of her, he released a satisfied chuckle when he watched his fluids drain out of her gaping hole and onto the pristine sheets below her.

"Fuck I needed that." he sighed and slicked his hair back while admiring the flushed panting mess of Starla laying face down and spread eagle on the bed he was going to fuck his fiancée on.

"Where are our clothes?" He growled in a low voice when he realized their garments were missing.

"That's because they are gone. But the show you two put on was quite entertaining." Came the endlessly amused voice of Jack from the doorway. Tristan and Starla froze for a moment then they slowly turned in unison to see not only his soon to be father-in-law, but Rita was right next to him, her mouth hanging open in shock. Behind them was his fiancée with a small smirk on her lips while she briefly held up their discarded clothes and hid them behind her.

Tristan's mouth opened and closed like a fish drowning on air. His skin went from white to a mottled red as the realization that he was set up came to him. He pointed to his fiancée, his arm shaking from his barely contained rage and humiliation from being caught naked and compromised. "Was it you? Did you plan this?"