Her fiancee....

Brian Jackson stood glistening in the doorway, framed by the light of the bathroom in his dark grey boxer briefs. He was toweling his chest with one last swirl before spreading it out to hang dry. Beth admired her fiancee's body. Brian was maybe half an inch shy of 6 feet tall, roughly 200 lbs, with a realistic but fit body. He didn't have rippling biceps or six pack abs but he was healthy, strong, and fairly lean, with a nice butt and only minimally hairy arms and legs, with a little happy trail leading from his belly button into the waistband of his boxers. The form fitting underwear showed the outline of his cock: it was above average in length and girth, and he knew how to use it....when he actually did use it.
At 29, Brian was a typical young urban professional. His closet held a nice range of work suits, polo's and sportswear for the gym. He was a sharp dresser and never let more than a five o'clock shadow mar his cheeks. He had baby blue eyes and nearly black hair that he kept short in the summer. Despite her dissatisfaction with how much he was working with this partnership track on top of his normal work, she was reminded once again how handsome he was, and how much she loved him.
"Morning, babe..." Beth said, and Brian glanced over at the bed as he stepped up to his dresser to pull out socks and a white t-shirt.
"Good morning." He reached over to stroke her cheek with the back of his hand. {if Career = 1
} "How was last night?" he was asking how her shift at the restaurant went, and she took the moment to press her cheek against his fingers.
"Typical. Nothing to write home about." She didn't mention that Seth, the assistant manager, had scheduled them to close together every night this week. No need to cause trouble. Seth never actually "did" anything, but it was no secret among the ladies of the restaurant that he had a thing for her, engaged or not. And the shifts were usually the most lucrative, so...
Beth's eyes lingered on the bulging package contained by the dark cotton in front of her, and her thoughts drifted away from Seth. {elseif Career = 5
} "How was the uh..." he coughed, then continued "...how was the shoot?" He meant the topless shoot she had done yesterday. It had run longer than expected, and he had been asleep when she got home. She tried to be casual: Brian didn't try to hide the fact that he wanted her to quit the "adult industry."
"It was fine. Nothing special, just went long. Technical difficulties." She didn't like the way his jaw tightened, but she didn't press the issue and neither did he. She couldn't help but notice that his cock seemed to swell beneath his boxers, though. Jealousy and arousal were funny things, and not always mutually exclusive.{else
}
"Do you want to go out for dinner tonight?" She asked, reaching out to grip his leg and pull herself close to him. "I feel like it's been forever."
"Argh...I'm so sorry, babe. Frank needs me to go with him to some event after work, help him schmooze some potential clients."
Beth slumped back onto the bed, frustrated. Of course. "When will you be done with that?" she tried not to sound whiny, but it was difficult.
"Event goes from 5-8:00. So I'd be home by 8:30 or 9 at the latest." He turned to look at her with apology written on his face. "What about a late dinner after that?"
"I suppose..." Beth relented, and then found herself staring at the bulging cotton within reach of her itching hands.
{endif
}{if Formation = 5
}She needed some dick.{endif
}