It was Saturday and it had been two weeks since Jack had his second tryst with the beautiful woman from the hotel bar. He struggled with it and even though she was something he wanted very much, he did his best to put her out of his mind. He decided he was going to stop cheating on his wife and make one last attempt to save his marriage. He had taken Sarah out to dinner and they'd come home full and lazy. She disappeared into the bedroom to soak in a bath and he relaxed on the couch, never bothering to turn on the television. He let his head relax back and closed his eyes, not opening them again until he felt her sit beside him. He turned his head to the side, took one look at her and sat up immediately.

"Wow." Was all he could manage.

"You don't think it's tacky?" She asked.

"No, it's hot, you look great." He told her as his eyes moved over her scantly clad body, the sexy lingerie she was wearing barely covering her.

"You haven't looked at me like you're looking at me right now in so long Jack." She said.

"You don't allow me to look at you Sarah, when I try you make me feel like I'm a pervert for wanting to see my wife naked." He said and moved his hand lightly over her bare thigh.

"I don't always feel like being an object of desire Jack, why is that so hard for you to accept?" She asked.

"Because I love you, all of you, your brain and your body and you used to crave my touch." He defended himself.

"Jack you aren't a 20 year old college boy that can't control his urges." She said.

"I'm not?" He teased.

"So does this sexy lingerie turn you on? Does it make you want to make love to me?" She asked.

"Sarah, I like it, but you don't have to wear it to make me want you, I always want you." He said.

"You haven't tried to touch me since our fight in the restaurant Jack." She accused.

"I was leaving you alone, giving you space, allowing you to initiate sex if you wanted it. I'm trying here Sarah." He said.

"How do you feel about a baby Jack." She blurted out.

"What? Why would you…..are you pregnant Sarah?" He asked in an accusing manner.

"No Jack and I guess it's a good thing I'm not." She said and tried to get up, but he pulled her back down.

"Don't run away. Stay here and tell me why you think a couple that hasn't slept together in two months should consider bringing a baby into the picture." Jack said.

"Maybe a baby would bring us back together Jack. It's worth a try. Do you want to try?" She asked.

"Sarah, don't you think we should stabilize our relationship and then have a baby, not have a baby in an attempt to stabilize the relationship?" He asked.

"I don't know what to think Jack." She said sadly.

"If a baby is important to you Sarah then we should talk about it and consider it because that's what marriages are about, but I don't think you should approach me in sexy lingerie and blurt out that we need to make a baby to save our marriage." He said.

"It's okay Jack, we shouldn't discuss it at all if a baby is only important to me." She said and left the room.

He dropped his head back onto the couch, frustrated and wondering what had just taken place. They'd mentioned children once or twice, but never seriously and all of the sudden she's ready to go for it and angry with him because he wasn't eager to go along. She saw children every day that were caught in the middle of their parents' ugly divorces so why would she want to bring a child into a marriage that was obviously in trouble. Was he over-reacting? Was this maybe his last chance to save his marriage and he was being too analytical about it? He liked kids and liked the idea of having one or two of his own, so was her idea really that crazy if it got them communicating again, both in and out of the bedroom? He sighed heavily and sat up. He walked into the bedroom and sat beside her on the bed.

"Let's do it. Let's make a baby." He said.

She rolled over and looked at him, his eyes were warm and sincere and she knew she had him. She put her arms up, letting her hands rest on his shoulders and he leaned in to kiss her, taken by surprise when she hungrily deepened the kiss and pulled him down onto the bed with her, tugging at his shirt in an attempt to undress him.

She hadn't responded to him like this in so long he wasn't sure if he remembered all the right pleasure spots, but decided he was going to have a good time rediscovering them and hoped she wouldn't be disappointed. His excitement and heartfelt happiness over his wife responding to him again would be short-lived though. Once she had him undressed and lying beside her she handed him a tube of lubricant.

"What's this for?" He asked.

"You're a doctor, do you really need an explanation?" She asked and giggled at him.

"You don't want to go with natural lubrication?" He asked in a sexy, lustful tone, handing her the lube back and moving over her, sliding down her body, attempting to move between her legs.

"You don't have to do that Jack." She said as she felt his hot breath at her center.

"I want to." He said and began moving his mouth over her pussy, feeling her squirm, resist and tighten up, not responding to him at all, not even trying to enjoy it.

She pushed his head away and encouraged him to move up to face her. She held the lube up in front of him again.

"Let's just make love Jack." She said.

He would've liked to have told her no, that he was no longer in the mood, but the truth was, he still loved her on some level and he was hard and ready and he thought that maybe if he did what she wanted and made it good for her, it would be a step in the right direction. So he took the lube from her, put some on his fingers and inserted them into her opening starting with just one and then slowly adding a second until he was sure things were nice and slippery and loosened up enough for him to enter her without hurting her. He pumped himself a few times to spread the lube over his cock and put his tip at her opening, pushing in slowly until he was finally in all the way.

"That's really tight, are you okay?" He asked not sure if he was experiencing pleasure or pain at the moment.

"Yes, I'm fine." She said and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him close to her, not allowing him much room to move.

They had intercourse and he finally gave up trying to make her come and let go of his own release. She attempted to fake an orgasm at that point and he went along with the game, kissing her while he emptied himself into her, praying that his little swimmers would miss their target, this being the most clinical, unloving sex he'd ever experienced with her or any woman for that matter. In that moment he not only didn't want to have a baby with her, he didn't want to be trapped inside of her any longer than necessary, pulling out before the last of his ejaculate had spilled, the last of it dribbling onto the sheets below her.

He quickly moved out of the bed and into the bathroom feeling somewhat used and more than a little freaked out. Had his marriage really been reduced to this, to her just lying beneath him waiting for him to finish so he might impregnate her. He cleaned himself up and exited the bathroom, walking straight to the closet and dressing in a clean pair of jeans and a t-shirt and then exiting, stopping beside the bed to transfer everything from the pockets of the pants he'd been wearing into the jeans he was wearing now.

"Where are you going?" She asked.

"My pager went off earlier, I need to go check on one of my patients." He lied.

"Jack it's nine o'clock." She complained.

He sat on the side of the bed and began putting his sneakers on. He looked at her and he felt guilty for needing to get as far away from her as he could, but the sex they'd just shared had made his skin crawl and he needed a beer or two or ten. He leaned in and gave her a quick peck on the lips.

"It's early Sarah and my patient is in pain. I'll be back later." He continued to lie.

He didn't give her a chance to argue or pick a fight with him. He left the bedroom, grabbed his car keys from the dish in the living room and left, feeling like he might lose the ability to breathe if he didn't get away. He drove across the freeway, no idea where he was going, just driving. He replayed the robot sex over in his head, shuddered and decided to try not to think about it anymore, searching his mind for something happy or fun or even medical, he didn't really care at this point.

He turned the radio on and began punching the buttons, searching for some silly song he could sing along with, anything to make him stop obsessing over the creepy, bad sex he'd just had with his wife and that's when she came flooding back into his mind, the beautiful woman that had seduced him in the hotel bar and at the open house, the woman he'd had the best sex of his life with, Kate. He picked up his cell phone and began punching through the list in the address book until he found the number listed as "K". He hesitated for moment and then punched the dial button. Her ringtone was the Pina Colada song and he couldn't help but laugh. She answered before he had to sit through a second chorus of it and his tongue suddenly felt like it was too big for his mouth.

"Hello?" Her voice came through again sounding a little annoyed.

"Kate?" He finally managed.

"Jack?" She asked sounding less annoyed.

"Yeah, uh, I'm sorry for calling so late." He babbled on.

"Late? It's nine o'clock on a Saturday night. Are you really that old Jack?" She asked as direct and confident as the night she'd approached him in the bar and he relaxed and smiled.

"No, I guess not." He chuckled.

"So what's up?" She asked.

"Are you busy? Want to meet me for a drink?" He asked.

"I don't know Jack, when I never heard from you I decided that it was probably for the best." She said trying to sound disinterested even though the sound of his voice and the idea of him was making her tingle in all the right places.

"I know. I've made it a point to make sure you didn't hear from me, but I think I've probably been stupid." He admitted.

"You think, but you aren't sure." Kate said.

"No, I'm not, is that a problem? It's just a drink Kate. I'm not asking you to come out and fall in love with me or anything." He said.

"Same bar we met at?" She asked.

"Sure." He said.

"I'll see you in about 20 minutes." She said and clicked the phone off.