I'm not on birth control...

"I'm not on birth control," she whispered into his ear. She idly inserted her fingers into her vagina, drawing them out covered in sticky tendrils of cum. She licked them. "I've been planning this," she said. "You might've just given me a baby. And unless you want my sister to find out, you'll keep fucking me until we're both sure you have."

She had a predatory smile on her face, and he wondered whether the drunkenness had been a ploy all along. She stretched out lithely on the couch, clutching her soft tits and crossing her legs. She uncrossed them and started playing with herself. "Don't worry," she said, "I don't expect you to stay here all night. You can go back to my sister... But I expect to see you here after work every day this week."

John was, now, feeling guilty for his actions. His wife couldn't find out... But if he kept fucking Tammy, she certainly would. As hot as Tammy was. "No," he whispered. "This was mistake enough. I'm not risking this again." He started to rise, and Tammy took his wrist lightly.

"You have two options, John," she said, "If you keep fucking me, I'll keep it quiet and have your baby on the side. No one will know who the father is. But if you try and stop, and it turns out I am pregnant, well... You know I'll have you by the balls. And I'll make sure to take advantage of that whenever I want."

John stood above the naked Tammy and considered his options