The 14-Year Itch Ch. 01

Smack, smack, smack, smack! His balls forcefully and rhythmically slammed into her clit as he fucked her dominantly from behind. Their breathless moaning, panting, and various sounds of sex reverberated throughout the hotel suite. It was 10 p.m. on Friday night. They had been going at it for the past two hours and there were no signs of them slowing down.

Samantha had already gone beyond what she thought was physically possible for her 43-year-old body. She marveled at her 25-year-old lover's endurance and recovery time.

On this Friday night, Samantha was determined to go at it with her lover all night long. Her airline pilot husband was out of town on a three-city trip until Sunday evening. She had also sent the girls to her mother's house for the weekend when preparing for the possibility of this tryst.

This is the best sex of my life and I never want it to end! Samantha thought.

A 14-year marriage filled with sexual frustration led to this volcanic eruption for Samantha. Here she was: making passionate love to a younger man she had just met yesterday. Instead of gently dipping her toes into the infidelity waters for the first time, she jumped off a diving board and did a cannonball.

A sheen of sweat coated their bodies from the past two hours of humping each other's brains out. Samantha heard her lover's guttural groans and incoherent whispers as he stopped his pumping and buried his cock deep inside her. The realization that he was cumming inside her triggered another climax. Samantha's vagina fiercely contracted around his sizable girth, sucking in more gobs of his cum.

After his last spurt, he slowly pulled his cock free from the eager clutches of Samantha's pussy. The wet slurping noise and sensation from the extraction made them both shudder with pleasure. They collapsed on the bed beside each other, catching their breath and basking in the glow of their latest orgasms.

Samantha gazed at him and felt something stir in her stomach that extinguished the guilt. She saw what kind of man he was: a strong and phenomenal lover. She found herself wanting to kiss him.

Their lips met as she ran her fingers through his chest hair and caressed his muscular torso. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw his cock twitch and begin to swell again. She grinned with delight and readied herself for more action.

A few pumps, a tickle, and a squirt is the most she usually gets out of her 46-year-old husband Doug. There are never multiple rounds. Any sex Samantha has with her husband typically lasts three to five minutes and ends with her sneaking off into the guest bedroom to salvage an orgasm, courtesy of her fingers and vibrator. She has grown used to this routine in her marriage.

Samantha had tried several times over the years to convince Doug that they see a therapist to improve their sex life. He always dismissed the idea. She vividly remembers the moment when she finally gave up. It happened a few years ago, shortly after her 40th birthday.

Samantha sat down next to Doug on the couch and took a deep breath before she spoke. "Doug, I have been thinking about something and I wanted to talk to you about it," she said softly, her hand resting on his leg.

Doug looked up from his newspaper, a slightly annoyed expression on his face. "What is it, Sam? Can it wait? I'm in the middle of reading something," he replied, his tone slightly curt.

Samantha hesitated for a moment, disappointed with his indifference. "I'm sorry to interrupt you, but it's important," she said, trying to keep her voice steady. "I'm still unsatisfied with our sex life, and I was hoping you'd reconsider the idea of us going to a therapist."

Doug looked at her, his expression turning to one of exasperation. "Here we go again. What are you talking about? Our sex life is fine," he said, his brow furrowed.

Samantha shifted uncomfortably, feeling embarrassed. "We have sex, but it's always the same. And it's always over so quickly," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Doug's expression hardened, his eyes narrowing. "Sam, we're both in our 40s now. It's normal for our sex life to slow down a little. I don't see the need to change anything," he said firmly.

"Normal doesn't mean we have to settle for mediocrity. I want more passion, more intimacy, and I think a therapist could help us achieve that," Samantha pleaded.

Doug looked at her, his face confused. "Be specific. What exactly do you want to accomplish by seeing a therapist?"

Samantha took another deep breath and said, "Doug, I think a therapist could help you find ways to last longer and increase your libido."

Doug's face turned red with anger. "Are you kidding me? You think I have a problem?"

Samantha quickly apologized, "No, no, I just-"

Doug interrupted, "I'm not going to a therapist, Sam. End of discussion. Stop being ridiculous and just focus on being a good wife and mother. That is your role."

The room fell silent as Doug shifted his body away from her and returned to reading his newspaper. Samantha looked hurt and defeated. She felt tears prick at the corners of her eyes, feeling a sense of hopelessness. That was the last time she broached the subject with him.

If Samantha was being honest, the sex with Doug was blasé from the beginning. Their lovemaking seemed to decrease in quantity and quality each year after getting married. Their sex life bottomed out after Doug indicated he would never agree to the therapist idea. Samantha came to the conclusion that he had neither the ambition nor stamina to please her sexually.

Samantha often fantasizes about fucking other men while she masturbates. The thought of doing something so taboo since she is married sends her over the edge. Despite the occasional twinge of guilt she feels from these fantasies, they are the best way to supercharge her pussy.

She was brought up with the belief that being faithful includes body and mind. In other words, no lascivious thoughts about anyone other than your spouse. Samantha doesn't completely agree with that philosophy. She has been dutifully faithful to Doug their entire 14-year marriage, so what was the harm in fantasizing?

She loves her husband and doesn't want to leave him just because of their sex life. They have two wonderful daughters, ages 12 and 10, and a nice home to raise their family in. She convinced herself that Doug's deficiencies in the bedroom are tolerable since he is a good father and stable husband.

Although Samantha isn't in her twenties anymore, she still feels good about her appearance. She is Chinese-American and stands 5'6" tall with luscious 34C breasts. Samantha is gifted with a slender body, nice legs, beautiful face, full lips, and shoulder-length smooth jet black hair. Her best attribute is an ass that wouldn't quit. She can fill out any pair of jeans nicely and swallow a thong with ease. She continues to turn heads at the age of 43.

Even though the lack of passion in her marriage doesn't warrant the upkeep, Samantha still maintains regular hair and waxing appointments. It's her way of feeling sexy and desirable. She also exercises daily and maintains a good body type, but the same can't be said about Doug. He is slightly overweight and out of shape. Attempts to talk him into going to the gym regularly or joining her on morning jogs have all failed.

Social pressure and a strict upbringing were always the biggest barriers for Samantha when it came to pursuing an affair. Her mother had instilled the fear of God in her to abide by her wedding vows. All her close friends are happily married and have never been divorced. Additionally, being a high school guidance counselor, wife, and mother of two young daughters kept her too busy to seriously contemplate being unfaithful.

That all changed yesterday.

Samantha reported to her school's mandatory end-of-summer staff meeting. This is held in the library each year on the final weekday in July, which is two weeks prior to the start of the upcoming school year.

She didn't dread it that much since it allowed her to catch up with colleagues. Near the end of the meeting, the principal introduced the new teachers and had them come up to the front for everyone to see.

That was when Samantha saw him. Standing among the group of the six new teachers was the sexiest man she had ever seen. She sat in the front row and he stood only ten feet from her. As the principal was introducing the new teachers, Samantha went into a daze as she was taking in the sight of him.

He was tall, at least six feet with a chiseled chest and arms that jutted against his white polo shirt. His square jaw and strong chin were prominent. He had blue eyes with short brown hair and a kissable five o'clock shadow. His cargo shorts showed off his nice, muscular legs. From what Samantha could see, it looked like he was in his early-to-mid twenties.

When the principal announced his name, the gorgeous man gave a quick wave to the onlooking staff. As he walked back to his seat, he locked eyes with Samantha and gave her a smile. This immediately broke Samantha out of her trance-like state.

As Samantha regained her thoughts, she took notice of how her body had reacted to this man's presence and gaze. She had butterflies in her stomach like never before and her panties had moistened. Her pulse had also quickened and she felt her skin become slightly flushed.

This man awakened something inside of Samantha she hadn't felt in years. Nobody, not even her husband for that matter, had affected her the way this man did. Samantha was so mesmerized by his appearance that she missed his name, but it didn't matter. Her thoughts instantly went in the gutter. Images of rough and sweaty sex with him were running through her head.

Samantha was violently aroused and needed some relief quickly. As soon as the staff meeting ended, she scampered to her car and drove to a secluded area on the other side of the school parking lot. She reclined her seat all the way back, turned up the air conditioner full blast, pulled down her jeans and panties, and started rubbing her throbbing clit.

Samantha knew it wouldn't take long since she was already breathing heavily and nearing an orgasmic state. She thrusted her index and middle fingers inside her yearning cunt and slid them in and out at a frenetic pace. Envisioning the sexy new teacher penetrating her with a thick cock was enough to send her over the edge. Samantha cried out and panted hard as she enjoyed her best orgasm in months.

After catching her breath, Samantha went back inside the school to her office. Many staff members would use the time after the meeting to get some work done. Most of them wouldn't be on campus again until the first day of school.

Samantha was working on her computer and ruminating about what had just happened. Doug was leaving tonight for the next few days since United Airlines had him on the Thursday-Sunday three-city trip schedule. She was looking forward to soaking in the bathtub and enjoying some one-on-one time with her vibrator after he left. It was no mystery who she would be thinking about.

Samantha was thrilled to find a way to stir up some sexual excitement in her again, but she felt a pang of anxiety. This was the first time she had fantasized about a colleague. She was certain there would be times when they would interact with each other.

Will she be able to conceal her attraction to him? Can she keep her communications with him strictly professional? Could she resist if he ever had the nerve to flirt with her? She calmed herself by assessing the reality of the situation, realizing it would go no further than a fantasy.

There is no way a young stud like that would be interested in me, she thought.

"He probably has a girlfriend half my age," Samantha murmured to herself and laughed.

After the reassurance, her mind started to wonder again back to the object of her desire. She became short of breath when she imagined being pinned under him with her hands free to explore his strong naked body. Her panties were now completely waterlogged with her pussy juices.

"Come on Sam, keep it together. Save some thoughts for the bathtub tonight," she whispered to herself, gritting her teeth.

Samantha was startled when she heard a knock on her open office door. She spun her chair around to see who it was and couldn't believe her eyes. The sexy new teacher was standing in her doorway!

"Hi, are you Samantha Wallace?" he said with a smile.

"Uh, why yes I am!" Samantha replied, trying to mask her astonishment.

"I'm Lowell Thomason, one of the new English teachers. I just wanted to stop by and introduce myself. It's nice to meet you," he said as he shook Samantha's hand. His touch sent a tingling sensation up her arm. "Is this a bad time? I can stop by later if you're busy."

Samantha recognized a trace of timidity in his voice. Her confidence skyrocketed with the revelation that this hot young guy was nervous. This gave Samantha a rush of adrenaline. In that moment, her trepidation about interacting with him was gone.

"No, not at all. Have a seat," Samantha said, motioning toward one of the empty chairs in front of her desk. "Go ahead and close the door."

If only he knew what I was thinking about earlier, she thought devilishly.

Little did Samantha know, Lowell was having similar thoughts about her. When he spotted Samantha in the staff meeting, he couldn't believe that such a beautiful woman was one of his colleagues. Samantha was unquestionably the most desirable woman he had seen in that room.

He pointed out Samantha to one of his English Department colleagues and asked who she was. Lowell fibbed and said he "recognized her from somewhere." The colleague told Lowell that her name is Samantha Wallace and she is one of the guidance counselors.

Lowell had one goal for the rest of the day: to meet Samantha. After the staff meeting, all the English teachers went to Department Chairperson Don Baker's classroom. Everyone was working on frivolous tasks that Lowell didn't find helpful. He asked Don if he could use this time to familiarize himself with the campus and see his classroom.

"That is fine, Lowell," said Don. "After you're done, please come back so we can review your syllabus. Here, take this campus map. You might find it helpful."

Indeed, it was helpful. Lowell found the area on the map labeled COUNSELING OFFICES and headed straight to his target. He introduced himself to a few colleagues on the way so it looked like he was making the rounds and not just seeking out Samantha. When he arrived, Lowell surveyed the counseling offices and noticed a sign next to each door indicating which counselor occupied which office. He saw that the door to Samantha's office was open.

Lowell discreetly peeked inside and saw Samantha sitting with her back turned to the doorway, her eyes glued to her computer. He took another quick look around the building and realized that he and Samantha were the only people inside. Before knocking to get her attention, Lowell took this brief opportunity to size her up again. None of Samantha's features were lost on him. Her glorious ass and nice figure stood out most.

He was taken aback by the unfamiliar feelings of anxiety. Lowell is a confident man who rarely gets intimidated by attractive women. There was just something about Samantha. She oozed sex appeal in a way that hit Lowell differently. He liked everything about her. She was a real woman, not like the little girls he was accustomed to meeting in bars and nightclubs. He took a deep breath, then knocked on her door.

Samantha took advantage of Lowell's unexpected visit by getting to know him. She found out he was 25 years old and definitely single. He just got his teaching credential and is going into his first year of teaching. Lowell earned his bachelor's degree three years ago and immediately got a job at a TV news station. He recently left that job to become a full-time English teacher. He also rents a suite at the Extended Stay America just a couple of miles from the school.

Samantha found herself struggling to keep her thoughts professional. It was difficult with Lowell's piercing blue eyes that seemed to stare straight into her soul. His chiseled jawline looked like it was carved by the gods. Every time he spoke, she found herself getting lost in the sound of his voice, which was deep and smooth as silk.

"So, what made you decide to become an English teacher?" Samantha asked, genuinely curious about how a man who could pass as a male model ended up here.

"Well, I have always loved how English covers so many things, such as reading, writing, speaking, and listening. I was a journalism major in college before I got the job at the news station, but when I started substitute teaching for extra money, I realized that teaching was my true passion. I want to inspire young minds and help them get the most out of their ability," Lowell explained, his eyes lighting up as he spoke.

Samantha was impressed by Lowell's passion and dedication. She could tell that he was going to be a great addition to the school faculty.

"And what about you? What is it like being a counselor?" Lowell asked, turning the conversation back to her.

"It's very rewarding, but it has its challenges," Samantha replied. "I enjoy working with students to help them navigate their academic and personal lives."

"I have heard great things about you from some of the other teachers. Now I can see why," Lowell said, a hint of admiration in his voice.

Samantha felt a blush creeping up her cheeks. She hadn't expected Lowell to know who she was, let alone compliment her.

"Thank you, Lowell. That means a lot," she said.

As the conversation continued, Samantha found herself becoming more and more entranced by Lowell. She couldn't help but notice the way his muscles rippled under his shirt when he gestured with his hands, or the way his lips curved into a smile when he spoke. She also realized that there was much more to him than just his good looks.

The earlier lecture Samantha gave herself about keeping things strictly professional was completely forgotten. She was flirtatious in her body language and tone, which Lowell picked up on. His jitters now gone, he was back to his usual confident self. He couldn't help but sneak some glances at Samantha's enticing cleavage under her blouse. He found himself fighting back an erection.

The sexual tension between them was palpable. Samantha noticed his wandering eyes and took her own quick glances at the appetizing bulge in his shorts. She was wildly excited by the thought of this sexy 25-year-old being attracted to her. Samantha was experiencing a high that even the most fervent drug addict would envy.

Despite the hefty diamond on Samantha's left ring finger, Lowell was getting a not-very-married vibe from her. He wondered what kind of guy her husband was and couldn't help but feel a little jealous.

If that douchebag isn't banging her every night, then he should be ashamed of himself, Lowell thought.

"So, do you have any advice for me being a newbie at this school?" Lowell asked, snapping back to reality and trying to quell his surge of jealousy.

"Absolutely," Samantha said, leaning forward in her chair. "The first thing you need to do is make sure that the principal likes you. Until you have tenure, you need to keep him happy. So make sure you show up to staff meetings on time, volunteer for committees, and all of that."

Lowell nodded, taking mental notes. "Got it."

"Second, you need to be strict with your students. They will eat you alive if you're not, especially at this school. And I'm not talking about being a tyrant, but just make sure they know you're in charge. Don't let them walk all over you," Samantha advised.