I posted a previous story about how I had ended up in bed with this girl who was 22yo at the time, a stunningly cute skinny blonde with a sweet personality. I didnt share much more but I did continue to see her for several more months afterwards, making weekend trips to her city which is a 3hr drive from mine, spending the weekend at resturaunts and events with her and making love to her all weekend many times.

What she didn't know was that I was happily married, hiding it all from her. Also hiding the fact that my wife knew about her and found it arousing. My wife would masturbate to the mirror naked selfies she would send me, and the odd video i'd take of my phone while I fucked her.

Eventually I felt guilty about this all and broke things off with her. Little did I know how obsessed she was. She professed her love to me, saying how she wanted to be together forever and be a family. (Bitch you dont even know the real me) Thats the last thing she wants. She could never be my bride, only my paramour.

Last weekend she dropped a mesage to me randomly after not hearing from her for months. I thought I was done with her. She told me that she was in my city, and had been very depressed since I broke it off with her and that she wanted to see me. This is where I'm a bad person. I went over to where she was staying, a male friend of hers drove her down for a getaway and put her up in his place for the day. I met her at his appartment. I asked if they were an item together and she said no, he's a friend and she's sleeping on the sofa. She reassured me they've never been anything more than friends. We talked, there was a lot of crying on her part and things got emotional. I told her we could never be together and that I had a wife. She broke down then and said something that implied she would hurt herself. So I embraced her and held her tightly to comfort her and reassure her that it was all going to be okay.

After she calmed down a bit and stopped crying so hard she just stared into my eyes and went in to kiss me. I should've pulled away but I didn't. Suddenly all the emotions and feelings of being inside her came flooding back and I was overtaken. It was intense and passionate. Within minutes of kissing her I had pushed her back onto the sofa, pulled her dress up and panties down and was face down between her legs. She hadn't been shaving herself but it mattered not. I sucked on her clit and licked her labia, kissing the space where her thighs meet her lips. Gripping her waist tightly while her skinny little body squirmed under me while I made her cum. After pausing for air and to ask consent to pull my cock out she told me "none of them ever made me cum" implying she had been with other men since I broke it off with her.

I stood up my take off my pants and it felt so relieving just to get my hard cock out of them. She stood up and said "we need a bed" and took me to the only bed in the house, her friends. She laid down and looked at me as I got undressed. The girl had this stupid little love puppy look on her face while I took off my shirt in front of her. I got on top and while kissing her I pushed my cock into her. The heat and tightness nearly caused me to cum right then. I managed to keep it together and sat on me knees while thrusting into her, gripping her tiny little A cups in my hands while fucking her roughly. We changed positions a few more times and I came in her little pussy in doggy as she moaned "YES DADDY I NEED THIS" while pumping her full of cum.

After we basked in the post-sex euphoria I got up and got dressed. As I left I told her "don't message me again, this can't ever happen again" and by the time I reached the car I blocked her on all channels.