No.

"Oooh fuck!" Emma cried, digging her nails into my back as her pussy spasmed around my cock.

I wanted to empty my balls in her but I wanted to continue fucking her cunt even more. Not wanting to push myself over the limit of my stamina, I stopped thrusting and just enjoyed the fabulous sensation of her pussy **** my cock.

"Why didn't you cum?" she panted.

"Because I still need to fuck you," I grinned mischievously, giving her a quick kiss before pushing myself off of her.

"What are you..." she started to ask when I stood up on the bed.

"Piledriver," I cut her off.

"I guess Sam can't do that at four months pregnant," Emma sighed in resignation. It wasn't like she didn't enjoy being fucked while she did a shoulderstand but rather she had hoped I would have cum when she did. However, she knew the piledriver was my favorite position with her since her yoga-trained flexibility was better than my wife's and I was guaranteed to cum.

With her torso perpendicular to the bed, her ass towards the ceiling, and her long legs swung over her head in a plough pose, it allowed me easy access to her wet, redden pussy. Emma let out a low moan when the tip of my cock slipped past her pussy lips and my thick shaft stretched her cunt. Resting my hands on her thighs, I started to stroke in and out of her.

"Fuck me," Emma taunted me to go faster. Gone was the ideal of making love to conceive a baby. She just wanted me to fuck her so we could both cum. "Harder!"

"Yeah!" I grunted and slammed my cock mercilessly into her pussy.

"Oooh God!" she cried as she started to climax.

And that pushed me over the edge. With a roar I finally came, pumping my seed into her fertile womb for almost a minute. With the last spurt, I wearily pulled out my flaccid cock out of her snatch and collapsed on the bed. Emma laid down beside me and cuddled in the afterglow of our long, hard fuck.

"Thank you, Michael," she whispered and gave me a kiss.

"You're welcome, Emma," I smiled back.

"Shall we see what our spouses are up to?" she wondered.