Miracle Child

Carly Spencer hadn't been awake more than five seconds before she was wrapped in the cloak of guilt.

She was lying on her left side and found she was practically face to face with the first lover she had ever taken in the 10 years of her marriage.

Damn, but Aristotle Klesko was a handsome man, she thought as she gazed upon the sleeping face. His curly, dark brown hair framed a face that was almost pretty. He slowly opened his big brown puppy-dog eyes and smiled, and her guilt disappeared instantly.

Guilt? What guilt, she now wondered as the tingling in her pussy seemed to move up her body. Oh yeah, since she was already here...

Carly's flight home from San Francisco to Wichita always seemed to take forever. She had often joked that it was a flight from the bright lights to the dark ages. The flight gave her a lot of time to think about her most recent trip, particularly her activities from the last night and that morning.

Aristotle Klesko was an assistant vice president of marketing in the home office of Sebastian Electronics, a national supplier of home heating, ventilation and air conditioning products, commonly referred to as HVAC. The 30-year-old was strikingly handsome, Carly noticed, when he showed up at the last quarterly meeting for the company back in December. Carly remembered being as tongue-tied as a teenager on a first date when she first met the man at the opening night's social hour. The two talked for at least an hour that night and ate dinner together as part of a small group two nights of the five-day conference.

The two kept in touch after the conference, mostly exchanging texts but occasionally phone calls as well, and the messages seemed to get flirtier as time went on. They admitted to each other that they were looking forward to being reunited at the March conference, and Aristotle had told the woman that he had made dinner reservations for just the two of them for the last night of the upcoming conference. Carly always flew back to Wichita on the Saturday afternoon after the conference ended because there were no late flights to Wichita on Friday nights. The dark ages thing again.

The two spent a considerable amount of their free time with each other during the conference. Ari, as she called him, seemed to be as enamored of her as she was with him.

From Ari's point of view, Carly was more than intriguing. Although she said she was happily married to a great guy, the 35-year-old woman started flirting with him from the first time they were introduced. He, too, was married, with two small children, but when a curvaceous, pretty blonde woman started to flirt with him, unsolicited at first, his wedding vows didn't seem quite as restrictive as they should have been.

Dinner Friday night at the quiet, high-end Greek restaurant was wonderful, Carly would have opined if asked. Both felt a frisson of excitement as the evening moved along, and Carly didn't hesitate to acquiesce to his request to go to his hotel room when the meal was over.

Ari was from Phoenix, and while there were several flights to that city from San Francisco that night, Ari had booked his hotel room for another night, telling his wife that he wanted to attend the closing dinner Friday night so he could get in some more networking. As the company was picking up the tab for the extra night, she didn't have a problem with him staying over a day, Ari had told Carly.

Carly was fully cognizant that her feelings for Ari transcended her vows. This was new territory for her. She had never before considered cheating on the man she considered her soul mate.

Walter Spencer and Carly Abraham were married 18 months after they had met at a party held at the home of a mutual friend. The attraction was immediate. Both were easy on the eyes, smart and personable. Walter, "Spence" to his friends, was of Nordic descent, with the usual physical characteristics of being blonde, blue-eyed and tall. As noted earlier, Carly was also blonde and blue-eyed, but she was only about 5-2, a full foot shorter than Spence.

To almost everyone, Spence and Carly were almost the perfect couple. It was not uncommon for someone to tell the couple to "get a room" as they always seemed to be touching each other and planting kisses on each other. They seemed every bit as much in love after 10 years as they seemed after six months.

The only fly in the ointment of their marriage was Carly's apparent inability to have children. The couple started trying for a child after three years of marriage, and when she didn't get pregnant after two years, they both went to doctors to be tested. Carly was diagnosed as having "severe reproductive issues," and doctors told her the chances of her getting pregnant were almost negligible.

After several weeks of getting second opinions and looking into adoption, the two decided that they would remain childless. At least they wouldn't need to spend money on condoms or birth control pills, they noted.

As Carly and Ari were Ubering back to Ari's hotel, the butterflies in her lower stomach were competing with the conflicting thoughts running through her head. Lust for the handsome younger man was winning the internal battle against common sense. As Ari had reminded her several times during the week, what her husband didn't know wouldn't hurt him, and there was no way he would ever find out.

The pair were barely inside the door in Ari's room when he wrapped her body in his arms and gave her a searing kiss, in effect sealing the deal in favor of himself in Carly's personal battle. At that moment, she was completely looking forward to Ari being the first man not named Walter to have sex with her in more than 12 years.

Having made her decision to let Ari have her, Carly decided that she was going to enjoy the experience to the maximum and give the younger man her absolute best effort. She would make this a one-and-done Ari would never forget, nor would she, she decided.

Part of Carly's strategy toward making the sex greater for Ari was for her to be more demonstrative and verbal than she would normally be with her husband. That strategy seemed to work to perfection as Ari responded forcibly to her extra writhing and shrieking with a performance she would have called that night the best sex of her life.

"Fuck me harder! Fuck me harder!" she screamed as Ari was pounding her for all he was worth.

"Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!" Ari responded before her body stiffened for a second and she came with a raspy shriek.

Ari slowed his pounding while Carly finished her orgasm. He then resumed his hard thrusting when she seemed to come back to herself. Ten minutes later it was Ari's turn to come to a roaring orgasm. Carly gave him a gentle squeal, then lifted her head off the pillow to plant a hard kiss on his lips.

"Yeah. That's how to do it, you beast!" she exclaimed when they finished kissing.

Carly lay panting while Ari ran his fingers gently over her sweating skin, causing her to shiver and moan. He next tweaked her erect nipples one at a time, and when his fingers slid down to her pussy, she was well on her way to building toward another orgasm. When Ari gently tugged her left nipple with his teeth while rubbing her clitoris, Carly exploded into a spectacular orgasm, yelling the man's name hoarsely.

Ari was hard again by the time Carly had finished her orgasm. He kissed the woman passionately, then slid his hard dick into her in one stroke as she hissed out a long moan. Able to go for a while now since he had come earlier, Ari pistoned in and out for several long minutes, making Carly grunt every time he bottomed out. He stopped after about 10 minutes, kissed Carly hard again, then pulled her up to her hands and knees, turned her around and entered her from behind doggy-style. He was more vigorous and stronger than Carly was used to, and manhandled her in a way she hadn't experienced previously. She started out enjoying, but by the time Ari finally came 20 minutes later she was simply enduring, feeling more like a limp fuck-toy than an equal participant.

She collapsed on the bed on her front when Ari was finally finished with her, sweat dripping off her body as if she had just run a marathon.

Ari laid down on the bed next to Carly, also breathing heavily.

"That was something, babe. I'm glad we got to do that," he said.

The two had sex again upon waking in the morning. After eating breakfast together in the hotel dining room, they shared an Uber to the airport. They kissed good-bye inside the airport, then went their separate ways to their respective gates. Ninety minutes later, Carly was on her way back to Wichita and her unsuspecting husband.

Including a stopover, Carly had eight hours to reflect upon her... cheating with Ari Klesko. It couldn't accurately be called an affair—after all, it was just one night and the following morning—but it was most certainly cheating. Yes, the two had indulged in several alcoholic beverages, but this was hardly a sloppy, drunken mistake. The two knew where they were heading before the conference took place; their dinner reservation was nothing less than confirmation.

At first blush, Carly would have said the sex she had with Ari had been the best sex of her life. In the light of day, however, she realized that while it was indeed good sex, it wasn't anywhere near as good as the best sex she had ever had with Walter. If anything, Ari's cock was a little smaller than her husband's; his technique was not quite as good. Ari was a bit stronger and more physically dominant than her husband, but she also had to admit that her own enthusiasm for a new and different man gave Ari a huge advantage over Walter, if she was being honest. The longer she thought about it, the more she realized that her cheating with Ari didn't give her any more pleasure than she would have had with her husband. Another urban myth exposed, she sardonically chuckled to herself.

For the first time in her life, Carly had to wonder if her husband would be able to tell that she had sexual activity just hours earlier. It was normal for the two to have "welcome home sex" whenever Carly travelled. That worry, and the guilt that was starting to build inside her, had her stomach in knots by the time she arrived at the airport. Walter noticed that his wife didn't look good when he greeted her in the airport terminal.

"Are you okay, babe? You look a little green around the gills," he commented.

"My stomach's bothering me a bit," she admitted. "Maybe I should go straight to bed when we get home."

Walter had no reason to think his wife's stomach problem wasn't anything other than just that. When you trust someone...

Sunday night, Carly and Walter did catch up with each other, but as each noted to themselves afterward, something was definitely different. Walter noted that Carly just seemed to be going through the motions, and for her part, Carly's guilt was starting to eat a hole in her soul.

Carly broke the stalemate of sorts the next Friday night, after the two had yet another uninspired night of sex. She looked over at Walter and noticed he was lying in bed just staring at the ceiling.

"I slept with another man last week, Walter, while I was in San Francisco."

A noisy silence filled the room for several long seconds.

"The fuck you say!" Walter yelled in the dark.

Carly jumped in place. In 10 years of marriage, Walter hadn't yelled at his wife more than a handful of times, never before in the dark in their room.

"It was a mistake. A stupid, selfish mistake. I'm sorry," Carly said softly.

"A mistake? Like you didn't realize you were in bed with someone who was not me. Oh, well fuck. I can see how that would happen... not!" Walter yelled as he climbed out of bed and started pacing in the dark.

"It... it was stupid. It was selfish. It most certainly shouldn't have happened. That's a mistake," Carly said.

"So you're telling me this was your first mistake?" Walter asked tentatively. "Or is this just one of several? What exactly are you telling me, Carly?"

"I'm telling you that this was the first time I've ever cheated on you... and it will be the last time. I'm so sorry, Walter," she said as she started to cry.

Walter had turned on the room light so he could clearly see his wife's face.

"Oh yeah, babe, it's most definitely going to be the last time you cheat on me... because I'm not going to give you a second chance. Why, babe? Why would you do that to me? To us?" Walter questioned.

Carly cringed at Walter's statement about there not being a second chance to cheat.

"Wait a minute, Walt. We've hardly ever argued. We've had a pretty good run so far. One mistake and you're ready to just quit on us?" she argued.

"Just following your lead, babe. We have had a pretty good run, so why would you just decide to fuck another man? Seems to me, you're the one who's quit on us," Walter snarled.

Carly grimaced at the truth of Walter's statement.

"I'm so, so sorry, Walter. It shouldn't have happened. The only thing I can tell you is that I was thinking with... I lost my head and got carried away. I truly love you, and I know it shouldn't have happened. All I can do is apologize. Unfortunately, I can't take it back. I can promise that if you give me another chance, I won't make the same mistake ever again."

Carly could see the pain in Walter's eyes. She could see he was holding back tears.

"How will I ever be able to trust you again?" he whispered.

"I promise I won't make you regret it... ever," she whispered back.

Walter stopped pacing and stared at his wife. He knew she didn't have to confess. She could have just said nothing and maybe continued on as if nothing was different. The question, then, was whether he could live with the pain.

"The first time I have regrets, you're gone," he said clearly.

The two talked back and forth for the next several days. Much of Carly's conversation centered around her desire to stay married to Walter. Much of Walter's conversation focused on whether or not he could trust Carly in the future.

"Trust is a hard thing to gain, and when it's gone, it seems to be impossible to gain it back," Walter told his wife, who could only nod silently in agreement.

It took a week before Walter decided he would stay married to his wife. He noted to her that it was her confession that pushed his decision over the top to stay with her. His love for her was a given, he said, but he still felt the couple should get some counseling... and he expected her to stay away from her paramour completely at future conferences.

"I'm not totally comfortable with you going off to conferences in the future," he told her. "Just remember, there won't be a third chance given."

At Walter's insistence, Carly had related to him everything that her still-unnamed lover had done to her the previous week. She was reluctant at first because she knew the details would hurt her husband, but he had insisted vociferously, saying he needed to know so there wouldn't be anything left unsaid between the two of them... except for the name of her lover. She had insisted that she wouldn't tell Walter the name so Walter wouldn't harm him... and wind up in jail for assault—or, God forbid—murder.

Walter actually saw the logic in that argument, and for the moment, agreed with it.

The two hadn't been intimate since Carly's confession, but things were slowly returning to normal when Carly started experiencing bouts of nausea early in the mornings several weeks later. Her personal assistant Jennifer noted how poorly she looked right after she came back from throwing up in the restroom for the third time during the week.

"If I didn't know about your issues, I'd say you were pregnant," Jennifer commented. "I know the odds against that are ridiculously high, but I'd say you need to buy a home pregnancy test. Why don't you do that when we go out for lunch today."

Not putting much real thought into what her friend said, Carly stopped by a pharmacy when the pair went out to lunch. She waited until she got back to Sebastian to go to the restroom and take the test. Not believing the results of the first two tests, Carly took a third one before she came out of the restroom with a stunned but happy look on her face.

"I-I-I'm pregnant! It's about as close to a miracle as I can think of, but I'm pregnant!" she giggled as she walked over to Jennifer's desk and showed the woman her positive test.

Jennifer, a mother of two, responded positively but restrained. After all, the two women were in a business office.

"Congrats. I bet you can't wait to tell Walter the good news," Jennifer enthused.

"Oh yeah. I bet he'll be as thrilled as I am. We had tried for so long, but then just stopped when it looked like it was never going to happen. The doctors told us it would be a long shot at best," Carly said.

Carly was flitting about the kitchen humming while preparing dinner when Walter walked in the door. He could tell instantly that something very good had happened in Carly's world, and he wondered if it would turn out very good for both of them.

"Well?" he asked. "Are you going to give me the news or expect me to guess while you dance around?"

Carly smiled as brightly as the day the two married, Walter thought. She reached over to a counter, plucked a baggy off the surface and handed it to her confused husband.

"I hate to be a spoilsport, but what am I looking at, babe? Is this the cause of that huge smile?" he asked.

"Those are pregnancy tests... three to be exact... and they all say I'm pregnant. Surprise!"

Carly jumped into Walter's arms, screaming unintelligible happy noises and kissing all over his face.

"It's a damn miracle, Walt! It's a damn miracle! We got our million to one shot! I'mmmm pregnant!"

Walter smashed his lips against his wife's, picked her up and spun her around, exulting along with her.

"You're going to confirm with a doctor, right?" he asked brightly.

"They made some time for me the day after tomorrow," she answered, "But these tests are usually on the mark. I'm going to be a mom and you're going to be a dad. How about that?"

Walter sat down on a chair, looked at the pregnancy tests again and started to sob.

"I never thought it was going to happen. Never. Ever."

Dinner was late getting done that night as the two celebrated Carly's pregnancy in their bedroom for the next two hours. It was the first time they had made love since the night Carly confessed to cheating. That seemed to be the farthest thing from both of their minds on this night.

By the next night, however, Walter had had a full day to think about things, and real life had intruded upon the emotional reaction from the previous day. It had occurred to Walter in his musings that Carly's tryst happened within the time frame that could make... him... a candidate for being the baby's father. Forgiving Carly for cheating was one thing, but there was no way Walter would raise another man's child. A day after celebrating together, the two were about to have a confrontation that would prove anything but celebratory, he knew.

Dinner seemed a happy affair, with Carly chattering ceaselessly about everything baby. She was on such a high that she didn't notice Walter was mostly silent during the meal, grunting occasionally and giving one-word answers when prompted. He waited until the two had retired to the family room before he broached the subject weighing heavily on his soul.

"Uh... ummm... Carly... have you considered the fact that you slept with another man a few weeks ago... and the baby might not be mine... but his?" Walter queried tentatively.

It was immediately apparent that Carly had not given any thought to that scenario, judging by the shocked look on her face. She tried to speak several times, but the first several times words failed her, until...