The 14-Year Itch Ch. 02

Ending the call, Samantha couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. She felt a sense of accomplishment for solidifying Lowell's belief that she had been on birth control during their affair. A sense of exhilaration coursed through her veins. Her mind was consumed by the possibilities that lay ahead tomorrow night.

Time seemed to move at a brisk pace in the Wallace household. Samantha made several calls that evening and the next day to family and friends revealing the news of her pregnancy. Megan and Kayla were elated when they found out. Samantha's excitement about Lowell coming over grew with each passing minute. The girls were already gone when the clock struck 6:00 p.m. Ten minutes later, Doug was scrambling to make his exit.

"I've gotta run," Doug said as he gave Samantha a quick peck on the lips. "I'll call you when I leave the concert."

"Have fun sweetie!" Samantha said. "I can't wait to hear all about it when you get back."

A car full of Doug's friends pulled into the driveway. He hurried toward the idling car in front of the house. Samantha's excitement started to build as she saw Doug and his friends drive off into the distance.

She grabbed her phone and drafted a text message for Lowell: He's gone. Get over here. Make sure to park at least a few houses down the street.

Adrenaline surging through her, she pressed the "SEND" button.

Lowell reacted with a celebratory yawp when he received the text message from Samantha. He got up from his couch, grabbed his keys and wallet, and walked out the door.

As Lowell drove to Samantha's house, she was at the forefront of his mind. The past month had been the time of his life. The sexual chemistry with her was unlike anything he had ever experienced before. He was disappointed that they would need to pause their affair after tonight, but he had enough self-awareness to know that seeing a married woman required flexibility on his part.

Samantha was home alone, preparing for Lowell's arrival. She could feel the fluttering in her stomach as she climbed out of the shower. After toweling herself dry, she removed a pair of little pink thong panties from her "Lowell-only" stash. They were made of a sheer, see-through material. She slid them on, the thong running up between her butt cheeks. She dabbed some perfume between her breasts, a wild and arousing scent.

She grabbed a sexy Asian silk nightgown that matched her panties and pulled it on over her head, feeling the material caress as it fell over her exquisite body. She stood in front of her bedroom mirror and adjusted her tits into perfect placement.

Looking at her image in the mirror, Samantha was proud of her appearance. Her erect nipples and areola were quite visible through the thin material of the nightgown, leaving little to the imagination. Pleased with how sexy she looked, Samantha headed down stairs and anxiously awaited Lowell's arrival.

The neighborhood was quiet, lawns green and neat, the houses large and well kept. The Wallace house was built of brick and glass, looking out over an maple-studded lawn toward the street. Lowell parked his car five houses down the street, climbed out, and sauntered up to the front door, pressing the doorbell.

He arrived right at 6:30pm, looking fresh and chiseled as always. She met him at the front door donning her sexy nightgown, hair and makeup done to perfection.

"Jesus," he said. The look on his face was one of astonishment and hunger. He got a hold of himself and pushed inside the house.

Lowell reached for Samantha and grabbed a handful of hair pulling her towards him, kicking the front door closed behind him. In the next half-second his hands were all over her.

Samantha gasped and went a few inches up in the air, and then they were dancing around, half struggling. She leaned in towards him, her head tilting slightly; she closed her eyes as she felt his lips gently brush against hers. He could smell her perfume and feel the closeness of her voluptuous, womanly body.

Samantha's mouth parted slightly and he felt her tongue slip past his lips, and inside his mouth, his own tongue slipped into her mouth, meeting hers, dancing and twirling together. She moaned as her tongue sought out his, their kiss intensifying in passion. His hand found the back of her head, running through her hair, gently pulling her lips to his, pulling her body tight against him, feeling her breasts crush against his chest and his now bulging crotch rub against her mound through her sheer lingerie.

They finally broke from their kiss. "My bedroom is upstairs on the right," Samantha whispered breathlessly into Lowell's ear. He picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. She shrieked with delight as her house flashed by while being carried up the stairs to the master bedroom. He dumped her onto the bed, the silk fabric of her nightgown billowing around her. In one fluid motion, he shed his shirt, casting it aside, followed swiftly by the removal of his shoes.

The thrill of being in the master bedroom of the Wallace house sent a surge of electricity through Lowell's body. He couldn't help but take a quick survey of his surroundings. The walls seemed to bear witness to countless memories, photographs of family vacations, and smiling faces. His gaze landed on a family portrait, where Samantha smiled beside a man who must be Doug. The image only fueled Lowell's fire, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

Sorry, old buddy, but your wife is in for a night she won't forget. Lowell mused silently.

He turned his attention back to Samantha, an exquisite vision of seduction, her body artfully positioned, her elbow supporting her in an irresistible display. Her silk nightgown clung to every curve, accentuating the swell of her breasts and the gentle dip of her waist. She beckoned him with a sultry gaze, her eyes smoldering with an intensity that sent shivers down his spine. With a languid motion, her index finger curled in a "come hither" gesture.

Lowell couldn't help but feel like the luckiest man alive. This was an image that would forever etch itself into his memory. In this moment, Samantha wasn't just a woman, she was a force of nature, a sex goddess waiting to be ravaged. He grinned at her as he unclasped his belt, each metallic click punctuating the charged atmosphere. He let his jeans pool at his feet, his boxers were next and his big, thick cock sprung free.

At first, Lowell didn't fully grasp Samantha's decision to invite him over to her house. It was a move that seemed unnecessary, even reckless. The risks were immense, and caution had always been their guiding principle. But now, as he gazed at her, clad in attire that was unlike anything she had worn in his suite, it all made sense.

Being in her own environment, Samantha exuded an air of confidence and sensuality that was uniquely captivating. Lowell cherished this moment, understanding now why she had orchestrated it. It was a gesture that spoke volumes about her desire to make this last encounter before they paused their affair truly memorable.

With a tantalizing sway of her hips, Samantha hooked her fingertips into the delicate lace of her thong, seductively inching it down her legs with an agonizing slowness that left Lowell breathless. The fabric slipped away like a whisper, crumpling up at her ankles before she gracefully kicked it onto the floor. This left her completely naked except for the thin silk nightgown covering her torso.

Unable to resist any longer, Lowell scurried onto the bed, his body coalescing with Samantha in a fervent embrace. Their lips met in a searing kiss, a passionate exchange that left them both gasping for breath. Every touch sent tremors of pleasure through each other's veins as they laid together, kissing, caressing, and rolling on the marital bed Samantha shared with Doug.

The bed, a silent witness to fourteen years of tepid sexual encounters, now seemed to breathe with newfound life. Its joints creaked and groaned in ecstatic harmony, echoing the passionate rhythm of Samantha and Lowell's entangled bodies. The bed savored this newfound energy, as though it had waited all these years to finally see what real lust and passion looks like.

This erotic connection seemed to rejuvenate the atmosphere of the master bedroom, infusing it with a vitality that had long been dormant. The room finally bore witness to Samantha being satisfied by a man who knew how to set her body and soul ablaze. The walls were cheering Samantha and Lowell on, the silent applause echoing throughout the room.

Samantha spun Lowell onto his back, surprising him with her strength. Now she was on top, her knees planted on the bed to either side of his hips, where she could control the speed and energy of their fucking. She removed her silk nightgown and playfully tossed it across the room.

Lowell's gaze ascended, his eyes drinking in the breathtaking sight before him. Every inch of her skin seemed to shimmer. Her breasts, full and inviting, beckoned to him, their softness contrasting with the firmness of her straddling thighs. His erection, already eager and demanding, now stood at full attention, throbbing with anticipation as his hand guided it to point straight upward.

She gripped his shoulders and began to impale herself onto his massive erection, her breasts swaying heavily over his chest. Her face was already flushed, a mask of unbridled passion. Furiously she started grinding and humping her ass, shuddering as she thrust her tight pussy onto the satisfying stiffness of Lowell's cock.

He looked down watching his glistening cock barreling in and out of her cunt. She moaned and screamed.

"Ohhhhhhh! Oh God! Oh God yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!" Samantha chanted in a steadily rising husky scream.

She had every inch of Lowell's cock embedded deep inside her pussy. She gasped with pleasure, grinding her cunt onto the very root of his throbbing manhood. She humped in a lustful delirium, moaning and panting as she pounded her tight, bald pussy up and down the full length of the satisfying cock.

He slid his hands down over her hips to clutch her humping ass and fucked her cunt as fast as he could, pounding his prick deep inside her. Her face contorted as she drew closer and closer to an intensely pleasurable orgasm.

Her muscular lover stared up into her beautiful brown eyes as she rode him like a cowgirl, slamming her tight pink cunt completely down onto his rock hard cock, his well-developed muscles flexing and bulging with exertion.

The bed voiced its enthusiastic approval, emitting a series of creaks and rumbles, echoing the symphony of passion taking place upon its surface. The headboard rhythmically rattled and banged against the wall. Samantha bit down on her bottom lip, clawing at Lowell's broad shoulders as she squealed her way through the climax as her firm body rippled against his.

With her spine still tingling from the aftershocks of her orgasm, Samantha slowly moved her body upwards, feeling every ridge and groove of Lowell's cock as it scraped along the inner walls of her vagina. Every time she slid up his rod, it felt like she was being pulled wonderfully inside out by his thickness. No matter how many times they fucked, his huge size never failed to amaze her.

"Mmmm... Oh God... Oh my fucking God... Ohhh Lowell, you're so deep!" As she mouthed her breathy declaration, Lowell smirked and pulled her face down to his and delivered a passionate kiss. She pressed her soft full lips to Lowell's as strongly as she dared as their tongues slid back and forth, exploring each other's mouths. She gave a muffled gasp as his fingers dug into the firm flesh of her sexy ass, guiding her body against his.

Samantha briefly broke the kiss to cry out his name, before wrapping her full, supple lips around the apple of his throat. She licked and nibbled her way up his neck and across the powerful curve of her lover's jaw, before capturing his mouth in another hot and steamy reunion. She could feel her nipples rubbing back and forth across his pecs as they hungrily made out, causing her to groan into his mouth with delight.

Samantha's creamy juices flowed freely from her pussy as she continued to ride him, coating Lowell's big erection as it slid in and out of her stretched opening. There were no words she could think of that could describe the high. She wanted to tell him how hot he was making her feel; but their mouths were still locked together in one of the best kisses of her life.

Finally, after what must have been at least 30 minutes of solid, non-stop lovemaking, Lowell arched his back slamming his huge cock completely into her velvety tight pussy. He filled his hands with her sensitive breasts as they peaked together in unison. Her pussy lips spasmed, clinging desperately around his thrusting shaft as jet after jet of creamy hot cum filled her thirsty cunt.

As his climax surged forth, wave after wave of pleasure rippled through him, each pulse seemingly synchronized with the throbbing of his heart. It was as if time itself held its breath, allowing him to drown in the intoxicating intensity. Samantha's pussy clenched and released, milking Lowell with a sweet desperation that left him trembling. He held Samantha tightly, pressing a tender kiss against her warm, glistening skin.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh, Looooowell...." Samanthan cooed.

With a final, drawn-out moan, Samantha rolled her naked, sweat-covered body off her spent lover and lay beside him on the bed. Her sweaty breasts rose and fell rapidly as she fought to catch her breath. With a huge smile on her face, she wondered how long it would take Lowell to recover. It was a wonderful round of sex, but Samantha was far from satisfied.

"Mmmmmm... Don't even think about leaving yet, stud. We still have about two more hours before I need to kick you out." Snuggling up beside him, she nibbled teasingly on his ear and gave his flaccid cock an encouraging squeeze. She knew from experience that Lowell wouldn't take long to get hard again. His libido and stamina were truly awe-inspiring.

"You're such a goddamn slut." Lowell laughed and slapped her ass playfully, causing Samantha to squeak and giggle. "Just give me a few minutes to recharge my batteries. Then you're really gonna get some more!" Winking, he ran a hand through his sweaty hair and lay back on the rumpled sheets. Samantha purred happily as her eyes drank in his rock hard physique.

"Mmmm. I'll go freshen up, then." After a final, lingering kiss, she slipped from the bed and sashayed towards the master bathroom. Lowell watched with great appreciation as her nude, heart-shaped ass rocked provocatively with every step. Samantha looked back and eyed him with an, "I'm not done with you, yet" look. Lowell felt his groin twitch as she made her mouth-watering exit.

As she flicked on the light, Samantha couldn't help but admire her naked body in the bathroom mirror. She turned to the side and popped her chest out, posing like a Playboy bunny. Cupping her breasts in each hand, she lifted them upwards and let them fall back into place, smiling at the complete lack of sag.

"No wonder he can't keep his hands off you," she told her reflection with a giggle.

As Lowell was awaiting Samantha's return, he noticed her cell phone buzzing on top of the dresser, but didn't think much of it. It stopped for a little bit, then started buzzing again.

Before it occurred to him to let her know, she walked out of the master bathroom looking spectacular. Samantha glowed with a renewed radiance. There was no hint of dishevelment or visible evidence of the previous round of sex. The brain cells dedicated to remembering the phone had shifted their attention to something else.

"Get back over here," Lowell said. "Time for me to fuck your brains out."

After one month, the insatiable lust they shared showed no signs of slowing down. It's a million miles away from the timid sex life Samantha has with her husband.

Having explored every possible position by now, Samantha and Lowell knew each other's favorite. She most enjoyed being on top of her younger lover and riding his huge cock until she was out of breath.

Lowell loved doing Samantha from behind. It allowed him to control the pacing and keep her guessing. He could pull her hair, slap her ass, and other fun things. He liked the view as well.

Right on cue, Lowell aggressively grabbed Samantha's hips, flipping her onto her stomach. Knowing what he wanted, she raised her ass towards him, presenting her pussy for him to take.

He entered her and grunted deeply. He began to thrust.

"Shit Samantha, you're so tight! It feels so fucking good." Lowell growled.

Samantha responded by throwing her ass back to meet the thrusts of his huge cock. She was ready to play rough with that monster.

30 minutes earlier, nearly 40 miles away, Doug Wallace realized he made a huge mistake.

"Damn! Un-fucking-believable!" Doug shouted.

He was furious. His friends looked over at him in confusion at his outburst. Nearly halfway into the drive to the concert, he realized that he forgot his ticket.

"Guys, I'm so sorry, I left my ticket at home."

Doug's long-time friend Steve was driving. After a long pause and shrug of the shoulders, Steve sighed.

"Geez Doug, we can't go back. We've been on the road for almost half an hour!"

Doug's friend Arthur, sitting next to him in the back, chimed in. "Just have your wife send you a picture of the ticket. The barcode is all you need."

There was a sudden shift in Doug's temperament. "That is brilliant! She should be home now. I'll call her," he said.

Doug called Samantha's cell phone. Four long rings, then he got her voicemail.

"Damn it, Sam!" He hung up before the beep and tried calling again. Just like last time, it rang for a while and went to voicemail.

"Guys, she isn't picking up. She might be out running errands or something."

Doug's frustration reached its boiling point as his third call to Samantha went unanswered. He clenched his fist, his voice filled with an uncharacteristic edge.

"Steve, turn this damn car around!" Doug barked, his anger directed at his friend. "We can still make it back to the concert in time. I need that ticket! I know exactly where it's at. I left it on top of the coffee table in the living room."

Steve glanced at Doug, taken aback by the sudden outburst. He had never seen Doug lose his composure like this before.

"Doug, come on. We're already on the highway, and turning back now would mean we can't get there early," Steve reasoned, his voice tinged with a touch of exasperation.

Doug's frustration transformed into fury as he shot Steve a piercing glare. "I don't care about being early! Turn the damn car around now! If we don't turn back now, I'll miss the whole damn concert!"

Steve sighed, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly. He knew that Doug was a stubborn man, and once his mind was set on something, it was difficult to sway him.

"Alright, alright," Steve relented, his voice filled with frustration. "We'll turn around. But it'll be a tight squeeze to make it back on time. We'll have to hurry."

Doug nodded, a sense of relief washing over him as he realized that he had gotten his way. As the car made a U-turn, tension enveloped the vehicle during the drive back to Doug's house. The weight of the situation hung heavy, Doug's mind racing with thoughts of the consequences of his forgetfulness.

Lowell was pounding into Samantha's pussy with a hard, fast rhythm. "Smack, smack, smack," was the sound his heavy balls were making slamming against her clit with every pump.

Samantha gasped and moaned, then bit down on her lower lip to stifle her cries. She closed her eyes and pursed her lips as she gripped the sheets tightly in her hands.

"Your husband doesn't have a big cock like this to fuck you with, huh?" Lowell asked. "That is why you need a real man, isn't it? You're a horny slut and you crave my thick meat."