More....

"Fuck... it's like a leaky faucet back here..." David mumbled. He stood up, and Beth reached back to grab at his crotch. Hard again...good...
"Don't... don't stop now..." she breathed. "You might as well..." she could feel his cock jump at her touch. "...give me some more."
David gave out a quiet, "Fuck me..."
"That's the idea, baby..."

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..."
The interplay was destined not to last too long. Between her wetness and the illicit nature of the act, David was ready to bust again almost too soon for her liking. She turned to take his cock into her mouth, dropping to her knees just into time to take the payload in her mouth 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. Now that I've thoroughly fucked up, maybe it's time to get home.
"Yeah..."
"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."
"It's okay, I promise. Just... releasing a little tension." Beth wondered who she was trying to convince.
"Yeah. I'll see you."

On her way to her car, Beth got a call from Brian.
"Hey, baby!" she answered. Shit. I didn't call him.
"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." {if Shame > 81
}I do... It's just... I have needs. {else
}Do I? {endif
}

~

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.