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.
