<Crrrrrrack!!!!>

"Fuck...fuck...fuck!" Beth screamed again and again as Kyle pounded her pussy relentlessly with the ferocity and stamina of a young soldier.
"I'm going to..." Kyle's face was red, and she cupped it with both hands and hooked her heels around his pumping hips.
"Do it baby...do it." She squeezed her eyes in anticipation of the seeding she was about to receive.
"Arghhh!!!!"
*CRRRRRRRRRRRRACK!*
As the first spurts of hot cum splashed inside her tunnel, the loud cracking sound startled them both, and in a moment, the bed shifted and bucked as two of the wheeled feet of the frame buckled. Holy shit... we broke the bed....Beth thought in the instant before the two of them nearly tumbled over the side of the now slanted bed.
"Holy shit..." Kyle panted. "We actually broke the bed."
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Beth rolled off the bed, and they stared at the broken mess for a minute before Kyle bent to pick up the boxspring.
"How..how bad is it?" Shitshitshit....
"It's not that bad: the frame itself is fine. We just sheared a few of the screws. Heh, they were definitely not the right screws for this: Brian must have cheaped out on this bed." He turned to look at her. "It's okay, it's an easy fix. Just have to pick up some better screws."
"Phew. Are you sure? You can fix it before we get back from the wedding planner?"
"Definitely, I just need the screws. Can I borrow your car? I spotted a hardware store from the bus yesterday. I can find my way there."
"Yes of course."
"Good." He stood up, pulling her close and kissing her passionately. "Hit the showers, I'll be back in a jiffy. Hey!" He chuckled. "I never broke a bed with a girl before! Take that as a compliment."
"You're too much. Get going."
Kyle threw on his clothes and headed downstairs while Beth pulled the topsheet off the bed, which was stained with a streak of Kyle's semen. She stripped the whole bed, and once the topsheet was in the washer with a bunch of dirty laundry, she hopped in the shower. I'm such a slut. {if Formation = 5
} I should just embrace it. {else
}What am I doing? Why am I suddenly incapable of keeping my libido in check? She hung her head in despair. {endif
}By the time Kyle returned, she was in a towel and blow-drying her hair.
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}
"Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck......." Beth rolled off the bed, putting her hands to her mouth. "Oh god....oh god....oh god...." I'm screwed. I'm totally screwed.
Kyle lifted the boxspring and mattress to inspect the metal frame. "It's not that bad: the frame itself is fine. We just sheared a few of the screws. Heh, they were definitely not the right screws for this: Brian must have cheaped out on this bed." He turned to look at her. "It's okay, it's an easy fix. Just have to pick up some better screws."
"An easy fix?!" she was incredulous that he didn't see the bigger problem. She pulled down her bra and snatched her yoga pants from where they were pinned by the boxspring. "That's not the.... how am I going to explain this?! Brian's going to be home in less than a half hour!" There was no way they could fix the bed before that.
"Hey... relax." Beth was crying hot, hopeless tears, and Kyle came over to wrap her in a hug. "Hey...shh.... shh...."she shook with terror as he rubbed her back. "It's okay, just call him."
"Call him!?" Kyle must have hit his head. "And tell him what?"
"That you sat on the bed to put your shoes on, and the bed broke."
"Oh, yeah... that's believable."
"He has no reason to believe anything different. And I'll go to the store and get the proper nuts and bolts for the bed. I can show him the flimsy screws, look..." he showed her the bolts. They were definitely sheared: snapped right in half, in fact.
"You...you think? He...he.he....." she was hiccoughing from crying. "He won't..."
"He won't....come on it's okay. Hey!" He tilted her head up. "I've never busted a bed with a chick before. Take that as a compliment."
She laughed despite her tears. "Okay...I'll calm down and then call him."
"Call him while you're still crying. It'll sell it." He got dressed. "Can I borrow your car? I spotted a hardware store from the bus yesterday. I can find my way there."
"Yes of course."
"Hey... it's going to be okay."

Yeah. I only fucked my future brother-in-law so hard that we broke the bed I sleep in with my fiancee. But everything's going to be dandy because he can fix THE BED! She tried to keep hysteria down. She found her phone and called Brian. Between her tears and the explanation about the screws, Brian seemed to believe her.

"Shit. Are you okay, Beth. Did you get hurt at all?"
"No...<sniff>I was... just scared of what you would say."
"Baby...it's just a bed."
"Yeah...you're right. It's silly. I guess it just scared me, that's all... it's our bed, you know?"
"It's just a thing, and you said Kyle can fix it?"
"He thinks so."
Brian sounded satisfied. "Then there's nothing to worry, babe."
"Okay... th-thanks, honey."
"Okay, I'll see you soon. Love you."

Ow.
"L-love you too."
Since she wasn't going to get to the gym now, Beth decided to take a shower. But first, she grabbed the topsheet off the bed, which was stained with a streak of Kyle's semen. She stripped the whole bed, with the thought that she could explain it as wanting to get everything out of the way for Kyle to fix the frame. Once the topsheet was in the washer with a bunch of dirty laundry to allay suspicion, she hopped in the shower.

I'm such a slut. What am I doing? Why am I suddenly incapable of keeping my libido in check? She hung her head in despair. By the time Kyle returned, she was in a towel and blow-drying her hair.
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Beth got dressed in khaki shorts that hugged her round ass, along with a modest crop to show off her flat stomach while Kyle worked on fixing the bed. I'm working hard on it, and I'm going to flaunt it. By the time {if MeetAtPlanner = 1
}Beth was ready to head to the planner's {else
}Brian returned home with breakfast, {endif
} he had put the frame back together and tightened down the new bolts. {if MeetAtPlanner = 1
}As he admired his handiwork, she slipped her arms around him from behind and gripped his chest, hugging her cheek to his back. "Thanks, baby."
"For what?"
"Everything..." {else
}
Brian praised his brother's handiwork, and Kyle had to suppress a guilty look. As they ate breakfast, neither of them gave anything away regarding their morning tryst. Despite how good the sex had been, Beth was still a little terrified at the possibility of getting caught. Luckily, Brian seemed completely free of suspicion, just as Kyle had expected. {if Formation = 5

}Oblivious... or apathetic? Maybe he just doesn't care enough anymore... {endif
}{endif
}
{if TomHappy = 1
} While she was {if MeetAtPlanner = 1
} heading to her car{else
}waiting for Brian to get done with his shower{endif
}, a text came in from Mr. Harden.

Tom: just wondering if you had a chance to think about that session today
Tom: lmk

The memory of... what she had done came rushing back. Jesus... when did I {if Formation = 5
}turn back into {else
}become {endif
}such a slut? She mulled over how to respond. {endif
}