Condoms off. Bareback only.

I never imagined I'd be in this situation at this point in my life. A 37-year-old, single, childless (by choice) man having an affair with a married woman.

I'd known Emily for several years. We'd met as colleagues in the same company and I'd always thought she was stunning.

A CrossFit devotee she had shapely legs, a perfect perky ass honed by many squats, muscular arms and shoulders, and small but perky breasts.

Her long brown straight hair framed a beautiful face with large brown eyes, cute nose and a mouth always seemingly smirking. Like she was laughing at life constantly.

We'd always been flirty. We chatted about the gym, she liked I was tall and fit, and we had the same sense of humour. It manifested in getting coffee often, the occasional hug and arms round waists at office Christmas parties and regular text chats, although nothing overly suggestive.

But we never got together. It was never the right time and eventually she met her now husband. I met him once at work leaving party. Seemed like a nice guy. They settled down and had two kids.

We kept in touch through social media, the occasional coffee meet up and that's as far as it went.

Until one day, she texted me. I had recently moved into a new apartment - top floor of a four story building - and she suggested coming over for coffee and so she could see the place. It felt odd as we'd always met in restaurants or pubs, but it made sense and I agreed.

She turned up looking amazing. Tight jeans that showed off her legs and ass and a tank top under which there was clearly no bra. Hair down, make up done. We sat on my new sofas and talked about the world. The conversation turned to her marriage.

"Yeah he's a great dad to the kids. He loves me. But something's missing now. A spark of romance and sex. We don't get it on much anymore which kills me. I need to get laid. A lot."

I shifted slightly uncomfortably in my seat, holding my mug of tea tightly.

He eyes bored into mine as she asked "What about your love life? I imagine you'll be having many woman back here. That bed of yours is made for sex."

My bed was an extravagant purchase. My bedroom was large and needed a statement piece so I bought a four poster. Not an old fashioned one. This was modern in design. Picture the outline of a wooden cube on a normal king-size base.

"Oh hardly." I said. "No action for me recently or in the foreseeable at all."

"Oh I wouldn't know about that..." she said. She stood up from the sofa on which she was sitting and joined me on my sofa.

She stroked my arm and neck. I froze not knowing what was happening.

"I'm right here if you want me." She whispered.

"B-but you're married." I stammered

"Yeah but you're not. The moral burden is not yours to carry. It's mine. And I'm too horny to care." she explained.

"But..." I started. And I was immediately cut off by Emily leaning in and kissing me.

I melted, my morals flew out the window and I kissed her back hard. One thing led to another and I found myself yanking off her jeans and pants whilst I wrestled with my own clothes.

"Fuck me" she pleaded. "But I'm not on the pill so grab a condom."

I did. We fucked. She got what she needed and whilst it was rushed and we didn't know each others preferences yet, for a first time it was promising.

She clearly thought so too because our trysts became a regular thing. Usually once a week or so she would arrive and we'd go at it hammer and tongs all whilst learning what the other one liked and needed.

I found out she liked to be tied up and spent many an hour licking her pussy to orgasm as she pulled against the padded restraints around her wrists I had purchased. That four poster was both a practical and aesthetic choice it seemed!

One fateful day we were both naked. Kissing on my bed. My cock was rock hard as she stroked it.

Emily climbed on top of me, straddling my waist. I could feel the heat of her wet pussy on my hard cock, as she leant in and kissed me aggressively again.

"I'm gonna use that cock to make me come. I'm going to use you like your dick is a sex toy for my pleasure." She whispered in my ear.

She grabbed my wrist and pulled my arm to one of the restraints on one of the posts of the bed. I was to let her have her way with me without touching her apparently, which was perfectly fine with me! I would simply enjoy the show.

I now lay in the centre of my bed, arms over my head held my wrists tightly constrained. My cock was diamond hard.

Emily smiled and grabbed a condom from the bedside table, ripped it open and rolled it down my cock.

"Wouldn't want to get a married woman pregnant would we now?" She smiled.

She lifted herself up and positioned my cock at the opening to her very wet pussy and impaled herself slowly and deliberately.

Even with the condom as a barrier, her pussy felt hot, wet and needy. She settled on my lap savouring the feeling of me being buried inside her.

I could do nothing but watch her. And what a sight it was. Her taut stomach, perky breasts, and her long straight brown hair partially covering her face. Eyes closed, mouth slightly open and she breathed hard.

She started to rock her hips. Slowly at first then more aggressively and I could feel her pussy constrict around my cock.

She hunched over and found a rhythm that worked for her. It felt delicious to me as I knew it would keep me hard but wasn't enough to make me cum.

As she said - I was just a tool for her at this point. Her eyes closed, her face scrunched in concentration as she ground her pussy and, now at the right angle, her clit against me.

Faster she went, sweat appearing on her brow. Moans escaping her lips. Still not looking at me. Hunched, grinding, riding, scraping her clit to the heights of an orgasm.

Her chest flushed red as she neared her finish line. She was concentrating hard and any distraction from me or anything else would disrupt her drive to come.

After some final, frantic hard grinding her body went rigid as her orgasm ripped through her. She groaned gutturally as the wave of orgasmic pleasure took her away.

After a while she slowed her movements and slumped forward on me, my cock still hard inside her. I couldn't hold her but could reach far enough to kiss the top of her head and she breathed heavily on my chest.

"Do I make a good toy to masturbate on?" I said smiling.

She looked up at me - one eye visible through her now slightly wet matted hair that covered her face - and said: "Very good. I came very hard."

She pushed herself up and said: "And now the toy gets his."

She started riding again but this time keeping her very sensitive clit away from my body. She moved her pussy up and down my rubber clad cock rather than grinding on me.

She looked at me and said: "It doesn't seem fair."

"What's that?" As I savoured the feeling of her pussy.

"That you've never really felt me properly. Condoms get in the way I know."

"It's fine" I moaned at the movement of her hips. "It's better than fine!"

"You can't tell me it wouldn't be better bareback." She countered.

"It would be extraordinary. But you don't want to get pregnant, and I don't want to get you pregnant."

"No, but the idea of you breeding my wet, married, fertile pussy has to sound appealing. Just letting go and having pleasure be your only guide. Certainly sounds fucking hot to me." She confessed.

She lifted off my cock.

"What are you doing Emily?"

Smiling, one of her hands grabbed my rigid cock. The other started to roll and pull the condom off it.

"Emily...." I growled.

She smiled at me as the condom popped of the end of my cock. Her hand now worked its bareback length.

I was so horny at this point I could barely think. It got worse when she straddled me and held my cock against her wet pussy.

"I know you want to be in me bareback. I know you want to come deep in my unprotected, married pussy. Let your come flood my womb." As she stroked her pussy and clit with the tip of my cock.

I groaned. I really did. I wanted it so badly. But I also didn't want a kid. But maybe she wasn't fertile right now? My mind started to try and rationalise how this could work.

Emily could see the internal struggle I was dealing with. She chose to play her trump card.

"Does Daddy not want to fill his good girl's wet, unprotected pussy with his come?"

"Oh god!" I moaned at the change in tone of her voice and choice of vocabulary.

"Just say the word Daddy and I will slide my wet pussy down your big Daddy cock." She said biting her lip and looking at me doe-eyed. She knew exactly what she was doing.

She pushed slightly and the tip of my cock entered her. She held it there. Her warmth and wetness were intoxicating.

"Your arms are restrained but your hips aren't. All you have to do is push up and in and give into my pussy. I will make you feel so good Daddy!"

I looked at this goddess (or devil) of a woman and made a decision. Or rather my hard cock did.

I thrust my hips upwards.

Emily yelped with pleasure as my bareback cock drilled into her in an instant. She looked at me and purred: "Thank you Daddy..."

I could not believe how good she felt wrapped round my cock. The sensations were so intense. It was like I had gone from black and white with the condom to 8K colour without.

She started to bounce on my dick. Sliding her wet pussy up and down my engorged cock, that was so in need of release.

"Does Daddy like feeling my wet pussy on his bare dick?" She panted.

"You know he does." I growled.

"Is Daddy going to come in this unprotected pussy and make it his?"

"I am going to come deep inside Daddy's slut. Breed you with my come."

Emily stopped moving. I groaned in disappointment.

Her hands moved up to the restraints holding me and released my arms.

She leant forward and said: "Now painting the insides of my unprotected pussy is a choice you're making... Daddy."

I growled, grabbed her and flipped her over still embedded in her pussy. She now on her back, legs spread wide, me on top.

She smiled and wrapped her legs around me. "Take my unprotected, married pussy as yours Daddy."

I kissed her and started to fuck her. Not make love or have sex but fuck.

"Take my Daddy cock deep in your married pussy you slut!" I yelled, rutting my cock into her.

Emily's eyes rolled back in her head as I dominated her. Using her pussy for my pleasure as she used my cock before.

She found this switch unbelievably hot. She loved this dominant side of me that came out occasionally. My cock pumping inside her unprotected started another orgasm building at the sheer naughtiness of it.

"Take my married pussy Daddy!" She cried

I pushed upright and knelt in front of her, spreading her legs wide as I watched my cock pound in and out of her pussy.

"Make yourself come on my bareback cock!" I demanded.

She reached down and started stroking her clit as I rhythmically pumped my cock into her clutching tight pussy.

With every outward movement I could see the lips of her pussy grip my cock as if it didn't want to let me out. A sheen of wetness from her sopping pussy coated my length.

"You slut. Look at you. Desperately trying to come on Daddy's big dick. You're my married whore!"

"Fuck my unprotected pussy Daddy!" She squealed

I saw that tell-tale red flush on her chest. Her fingers were a blur on her clit as my cock continued its relentless assault on her pussy.

She convulsed, her back arching, hair plastered across her face. She had never looked hotter.

She had no words. Just groans as her body tensed with every convulsion of her climax as I fucked her through it, never relenting as I chased my own release.

"I need your come Daddy! I need it in the pussy you just made come all over your Daddy dick. Knock me up!!!" She pleaded.

I lay on top of her, rutting my hips, my mind blank save for the desperate, all-consuming need to come.

I felt it start from the base of my cock.

"I'm going to come!" As I tried to pull out.

Emily stopped that quickly. Her muscular legs pulled me back in and her hands grabbed my ass.

"No! You're coming in me Daddy! Come deep in my wet, married, fertile pussy!"

That tipped me over the edge. That feeling rose from the base of my cock, my balls clenched and the floodgates opened. Come erupted from my cock deep into her clutching pussy as I roared in intense ecstasy. My hips kept going, pumping more and more come into her eager pussy.

I didn't care if she got pregnant. I just cared about my orgasm. Emily just gripped me tightly never letting me pull out. Slowly my orgasmic haze subsided. Reality hit. I looked at Emily. She smiled and kissed me.

"That was fucking hot... Daddy."

"What did we just do?" I whispered.

"Fucked each other senseless and came very hard." She giggled

"But you're unprotected."

"Not really. I lied. I'm actually on the pill now because two kids is plenty. I just thought this would be super fucking hot if didn't tell you. See how far you'd go for my pussy. And it would seem my pussy is some pretty good pussy."

Rob sighed with relief but felt a swell of anger at being tricked.

"It was fucking hot yes but you tricked me. That's not nice. That's not how you treat your Daddy. There will have to be punishment."

Emily bit her lip. "What did you have in mind Daddy?"

"We're going bareback again. But this time Daddy's cock will be sliding into your ass. No worries about birth control."

Emily groaned at the thought and said "I've never had anyone in there Daddy. Not even my husband. But the thought of my ass stretching around the cock in my pussy.... sounds like a fair punishment." she giggled.

"That's my good girl." I said.