Day 7

Chicago.

Claire stands by the luggage carousel,, dressed in a loose, comfortable sundress that she chose specifically because her lower body is so incredibly tender from the relentless, all-night marathon.. She looks thoroughly used and beautifully ruined.

Even though your own body aching in the best possible way, you lifted her luggage off the conveyor belt and set it next to her. "Well Claire," you murmur, looking down into her dark, eyes. "The seven days are up and we're safely back."

She leans her head against your shoulder, letting out a long, blissful sigh. "I don't think I'm ever going to fully recover from this week, John. I can literally still feel you inside me right now."

"Good," you smirk, your eyes roving down to her waist. "Hopefully it would grow full of the result of this week. Keep me updated?"

"Of course I will," she say softly.

A wicked thought crosses your mind. You lean down, to whisper, "Maybe I can visit you and Tom. We could set up a camera, and Tom can watch the whole thing himself live."

Claire gasps.softly. "Oh god... he would absolutely lose his mind."

"Or," you continue, your smirk widening,"maybe we don't involve him next time. Maybe you and I can just meet up in secret. A completely private tryst, just the two of us behind his back."

Claire freezes and blushes before quickly shaking her head nervously. "Oh... oh wow. No, John, we can't do that," she protests coquettishly, biting her lower lip as her fingers tighten on your shirt. "That... that would be cheating."

You let out an amused chuckle, raising an eyebrow at the sudden boundary. "Cheating?"

"Yes!" she insists. "With Tom’s permission, it’s a game. It's a shared fantasy that keeps our marriage burning. But if we sneak around and do it behind his back, it is something else."

She pauses and leans to whispers, "But then again... carrying someone else's baby while being married to another man is even naughtier, isn't it? If I'm already walking around Chicago pregnant with your child, sneaking out to let the real father stretch me out again... that might just be too illicit to resist."

You grin. "Then I guess I'll have to keep my schedule very open."

She withdraw, smiled wickedly, waves and walk toward the arrival entrance, probably carrying the result of your illicit breeding back to her waiting husband