"...I don't want to be safe."

"But what if..." Beth lowered her gaze, then looked up at him through her eyelashes before {if Office Attire = 0
} popping the button on her jeans and pulling down the zipper. {else} pushing herself up onto the table and leaning back to lift her skirts, showing off her bare pussy. {endif
} "...I don't want to be safe?" Beth was tired of being denied what she needed. Here was a hard working man who still made time for romance. He had a nice cock and a kind smile, he was sexy and nerdy and a little unsure of himself, and she wanted him to fuck her. Her inner slut was in the driver's seat. {if Office Attire = 0
}She peeled down her jeans and stepped out of them before doing the same with her panties. Then she pushed herself up onto table and {else
}She {endif
}spread her legs invitingly and crooked a finger.
"Fuck..." David whispered. "I... I shouldn't..."
"I need sex, David. My fiancee doesn't give it, and your wife doesn't want it." That was not quite true on both counts, but Beth didn't care. "Come over here and fuck me."

In no time, Beth was loudly moaning and tossing her head as David's bulbous head pushed inside her wet cunt. His thick glans was stretching her almost to the point of pain, but she was so wet that it didn't take long to get used to. It also felt amazing pushing against all her sensitive spots. She bucked back against him with gusto, giving him encouraging looks over her shoulder every now and then.
"That feels so good... you have such a nice cock..." she let the words tumble from her lips in a sultry slur. She felt drunk from desire.
"God... your pussy is even better than I imagined..." he gave a start, slowing down his thrusts. "I...I mean..."
"Don't fucking stop, David..." she admonished. "It's a little late to be shy..."
To David's credit, and to Beth's delight, he lasted long enough to give her a healthy, immodest orgasm that had her slapping the table until her palm stung. David made some barely intelligible mutterings about being ready to bust, so she turned to take his cock into her mouth, dropping to her knees just into time to take the payload on her tongue and not on her face.

"Shit... that was...." David seemed a little lost after cumming again. His sweaty face was filled with guilt and concern.
"Just relax, baby. I'm not going to tell anyone." Beth began redressing. Fuck, that was so good.
What about Brian?
What about him? I'm tired of going without satisfaction. She still loved Brian, but the sexual partner he had been when they met got further away with each passing day, and she started to wonder if it had even been that good in the first place.
"I'll see you on Monday?" Beth asked after setting her clothes back in order and wiping her sweaty face. Her makeup was likely smeared: she would have to fix it before going home.
"Monday?" David was still dazed: he hadn't even pulled his pants up. "Yeah... I'll finish this up."
"Thanks for this, David. I really needed it." She gave him a kiss, and then headed out.

On her way to her car, Beth got a call from Brian.
"Hey, baby!" she answered. Shit. I didn't call him. The last thing she wanted was for him to start getting suspicious.
"Hey, I just got home from the event. We wrapped early. Where are you? Kyle said you haven't been home yet."
"Wait... Kyle? Your brother? He's at the house?"
"Yeah... shit I guess I forgot to tell you. He got in today, so he's here."
"That's great." She grabbed the door handle of her car and climbed inside. "I'm sorry, I stayed late to help David. He needs to prep for a big case that's appearing in court on Monday." She turned the car over. "I thought I'd be home before you, so I guess I just forgot to text you."
"Oh, that's fine. I was just..."
"Aw... you were worried about me?" she grimaced. Just filling my needs. That's all it was.
"Maybe..."
"Well, I'm in the car now, I'll see you guys in a bit."
"Ok, love you."
Beth paused a moment before replying. "Love you too." Do I?

When Beth arrived at home, Brian was in shorts and a t-shirt, but he didn't appear to have showered yet, and when she hugged him he smelled faintly of cologne, perfume, and cigar smoke. She didn't mind too much though, and she hoped that he wasn't suspicious of her lingering hug and passionate kiss.
Kyle Jackson, Corporal, U.S. Army (Ret.) introduced himself. He was in jeans and a tight green t-shirt, and despite his extended hand, she gave him a hug instead.
They enjoyed a late dinner, ordering pizza and drinking beer while Kyle and Beth got acquainted. Freshly discharged, he had taken a military transport from Damascus to Tel Aviv, and flown from Tel Aviv to JFK. After a quick 12 hour layover in Manhattan, during which Kyle had crashed with a friend in Brooklyn, he had gotten on a plane to LAX that had gotten in at around noon. He was jet lagged, though the 12 hours spent on the east coast helped a little bit. He would be looking for a job, and an apartment, but Brian was quick to assure him that he could stay with them for a while without a problem.
Beth began to notice Brian's eagerness to show himself as hospitable to his brother, and seemed to be bending over backward to make Kyle feel welcome and loved. Beth would have chalked it up to just being a proud big brother, if it hadn't been for the look that Kyle had given Brian after a particular bout of gushing praise and pride, which had caused Brian to subside into "yeah"'s and "so, anyway..."s. Something weird was going on there.
Eventually, jet lag caught up to Kyle. Beth and Brian headed upstairs to let him sleep.