Full monty....

Beth stood in the shower, letting the hot water wash away the sweat and smells from the club. She was still angry about the text messages, and the lipstick. If this is what he's spending his attention on while letting our love life fall apart... she wasn't thinking rationally, and she was at least rational enough to realize it. She shut off the water and began to dry off. Normally, she would wake his ass up and instigate a fight about the texts, or his continued lack of attention. In days past, she could usually count on some satisfying angry sex at the end of it, but these days, Brian was just as likely to just go back to sleep, leaving her to go sleep on the couch.
And I can't even do that because.... she froze at the sudden recollection that Kyle was downstairs on the couch. And then she thought about her little lapdance she had performed for him before work.
Beth poked her head out of the bathroom. The TV downstairs was quiet, but the channel was being changed every couple of seconds, so Kyle was awake. Beth grinned. She slipped into the bedroom quietly and grabbed her “slutty schoolgirl” outfit from work. She left the shirt in the hamper, but put on the leather bikini top, g-string, mini-skirt, and pulled on a pair of thigh high fishnets.

She checked herself in the mirror. Her hair was still damp, so she didn't look “top shelf.” I'm sure he won't mind. She didn't bother with her hooker heels either: her feet hurt anyway. Beth threw on a bathrobe over her ensemble and sauntered down the stairs to watch Kyle from the entryway to the living room. He was in a skin-tight tank top and gym shorts. She bit her lip, admiring his musculature.
“Can't sleep, soldier?”
“Shit.” Kyle cursed softly looking sideways in her direction. “I'm sorry, did I wake you?”
“No.” she stepped into the room. “I just got home.”
“Yeah, I guess I'm still on Syria time. It's going to take a while to get my rhythm back.” He looked at her sideways as she stepped in front of him. “What...what's up?”
“I was just thinking... about the little show I gave you earlier.” As she talked, Beth watched his eyes. He was looking at her legs below the hem of the bathrobe, clad in fishnets.
“Um... Beth...” he swallowed. Beth dropped the bathrobe, and Kyle stuttered. “Wh-what---I...uh....” Aw... he's speechless.
“I don't think you got the... full experience...” She climbed onto his lap before he could say our do anything. She smiled at the feeling of his undeniable bulge against her g-string. “Why don't we remedy that.” She began to grind on his package, putting her arms around his neck, kissing his lips lightly before straightening up to put her leather-clad tits in his face.
“Beth... we can't...you can't.... Brian....”
“Your asshole brother spent the whole night chatting up some slut to please his boss. Her lipstick is still on his shirt. Instead of rubbing my feet and eating my pussy like he should be, he's snoring.” She kissed Kyle deeper, sticking her tongue in his mouth. “So I don't fucking care about Brian right now. Just relax and enjoy the full monty.”

Beth worked her magic, and Kyle didn't try to stop her, acquiescing to the lapdance. She made out with him while grinding in his lap for a while before coaxing him into unfastening her top. She covered her tits with her hands, letting the straps fall and slowly revealing her round mounds. Kyle's eyes were the size of dinner plates. Beth looped the leather bikini top behind his head, and pulled him close to her.
“You can suck them, if you want.” She whispered hotly in his ear. Kyle needed no encouragement, and she had to surpress her moans as he worked her nipples with lips, tongue, and even a little teeth. From there, Beth stood up on the couch, unzipping her mini-skirt and letting it fall away before bending over to put her ass in his face. She bent nearly double, showing off her flexibility while simultaneously rubbing his cock through his shorts. Kyle took the initiative to grab the hem of her thong in his teeth.
“Ooh... bad boy... you didn't ask.” She swatted his balls lightly, but she didn't stop him from removing her panties with his teeth.
“Jesus...” Kyle whispered softly. He was staring at her pussy now, and she smiled.
“Thank you. I'm flattered.”
Beth stepped off the couch, turning to put one leg up on his shoulder and dancing seductively. She grabbed her tits, rubbing her body all over. Kyle pulled her g-string off the leg it was dangling from, pressing it to his face with a smile.
“Nasty boy... I like it.”