The 14-Year Itch Ch. 02

"Yes! Unh, I'm a slut! Unh, oh Lowell! Take me, unh, fuck my pussy hard!" Samantha cried out.

Samantha screamed with delight as he began pounding her with a pure sexual lust. The intense feeling of being fucked by his large cock had her bucking wildly as she moaned in pleasure.

She could feel another volcano starting to build up within her. Her orgasms were incredible when she was being fucked from behind. If Lowell could go a little harder and keep hitting the spots he was, she was going to explode again.

When Doug and his friends pulled into the driveway, he quickly thanked them, promising to make it up later somehow. He jumped out of the car and rushed into the house, his heart pounding in his chest.

As Doug entered the living room, he spotted the ticket resting on the coffee table. Relishing the small victory, Doug reached out to grab the ticket, his fingers brushing against its smooth surface. But just as he was about to turn and make his hasty exit, a series of unmistakable sounds sliced through the silence of the house.

Intense grunting, moaning, and intermittent screaming pierced the air, echoing from the master bedroom. Confusion and disbelief washed over Doug as he strained to comprehend what he was hearing. His mind raced, desperately seeking a rational explanation, hoping that his brain was playing tricks on him.

Curiosity mixed with a growing sense of dread propelled Doug towards the source of the sounds. Slowly and silently, he made his way up the stairs towards the master bedroom, his footsteps light, his breath shallow.

As he approached the partially open door, the noises grew louder and more primal, painting a vivid picture of the scene within. His heart racing, he angled his head to see through the gap in the doorway and catch a glimpse of what lay inside.

His eyes focused on Samantha, who was getting fucked dominantly from behind by a muscular younger man. Both were lost in the throes of passion and oblivious to Doug's presence. In the midst of his disbelief, Doug couldn't help but notice the sheer pleasure radiating from Samantha's face. It was a look he had never seen from her before. It left Doug feeling a mix of rage, inadequacy, and a deep sense of betrayal.

The sounds of their lovemaking echoed throughout the house, punctuated by Samantha's cries of delight and the rhythmic grunts of the other man. Doug's realization that he had never brought Samantha that much pleasure and never made her scream with such abandon stung like a dagger to his ego. Jealousy coursed through Doug's veins as he couldn't help but notice the man's physical prowess, handsome face, and impressive endowment. Each thrust and grunt further magnified Doug's feelings of inadequacy.

The man's large nuts seemed like wrecking balls slamming into Samantha's clit. The smacking noises reverberated throughout the master bedroom. Samantha couldn't hold back any longer. Doug silently watched his wife experience a real, raw orgasm. The kind he had never been able to give her. The sight of her pleasure was both captivating and devastating to Doug, as the realization of his own shortcomings as a lover hit him with a force he had never anticipated.

"Oh yeah!" The man grunted, his breath grew ragged as Samantha's pussy gripped his enormous cock while he pounded her, he knew he wouldn't last much longer. Her cunt was massaging his cock with each thrust.

Seeing Samantha's face contort in pleasure, her body trembling, it dawned on Doug that she had been feigning her orgasms all these years. Samantha's pussy spasms were more than the man could take. He buried his cock deep inside her womb and planted it there. He felt his balls tighten and ecstasy rip through him. As he bellowed in pleasure and emptied his seed into Samantha, Doug couldn't bear to watch any longer. He was on the verge of tears.

In the midst of his shock and anger, a small voice within Doug urged him to stay calm and think rationally. Doug knew that confronting this confident and physically imposing man would be a daunting prospect. The realization of his own vulnerability, both emotionally and physically, overwhelmed him. He was frightened of what a confrontation with this man might lead to. He needed time to process the shocking revelation, calm his racing mind, and determine the best course of action.

With a heavy heart, Doug stepped back from the door, ensuring that his presence remained undetected. He swiftly made his way out of the house, his concert ticket clutched tightly in his hand, his mind consumed by a whirlwind of anger and sadness. He hoped the concert would be a moment of respite, a space to collect his thoughts and regain his composure.

When Samantha and Lowell's orgasms waned, the strong grip her pussy had on his cock loosened. He pulled it free and rolled off of her. The two lovers lay together, panting and gasping for air in satisfying exhaustion.

"Oh my God," Lowell panted. "That was incredible."

Both just laid there for a few minutes, catching their breath and enjoying the pleasurable fatigue they felt in their limbs.

Samantha glanced over at the master bathroom and got a naughty idea.

As Doug got back into the car, the sounds of Samantha and the younger man going at it continued to echo in his mind. He was in a near catatonic state. His friends noticed, but assumed it was related to the embarrassing ticket situation. The drive to the concert was filled with a tumultuous mix of emotions like anger, sadness, confusion, and an overwhelming sense of loss.

Samantha led Lowell into the master bathroom, then closed the door behind them. After pulling him into the shower with her, she turned on the faucet, allowing the warm water to cascade down her naked body.

She turned around and saw his face. She recognized that look for what it was: lust. Lowell's pupils dilated as his mouth stood agape. There was something about the water hitting her naked body that intensely aroused him. His heart started beating faster and within a split second they were kissing.

He pressed the small of her back towards him. She felt his hard shaft against her belly as his lips pressed against hers. Being in the shower together was an out-of-body experience for both. Samantha saw her body follow a primal instinct. She grabbed his cock and guided it toward her entrance, feeling its head press against her outer lips.

He began to enter her. Samantha moaned loudly, feeling her vagina stretch to accommodate his considerable girth. She felt how wet and willing her body was. Every little movement of his filled her with electric pleasure.

As Samantha's head moved back, Lowell continued to thrust in and out of her. He took one of her breasts and brought it into his mouth, sucking hard. Samantha cried out in pleasure. Her hands squeezed around his back as her lifted leg pressed into his behind, making small adjustments to let more of his dick inside of her.

They began to go at it with more intensity. The bathroom was filled with their voices and the lewd sounds of their coupling in the water. Samantha couldn't believe how turned on she was. It seemed that the warm water and steam from the shower had heightened her pleasure to places she didn't know existed.

She realized an orgasm was building and that it would be a massive one. Suddenly she felt Lowell's penis throb inside of her. The realization he was about to cum set off her orgasm. It was so powerful she felt her whole body squeeze and writhe in euphoria. She nearly blacked out.

His penis erupted as sperm gushed from his shaft into her womb. Her vagina greedily tightened around him, trying to extract more of his seed. She felt every small thrust and movement as ripples of pleasure throughout her body. She realized she had been shouting for the last few seconds. Finally, Lowell's cock softened and withdrew.

After a few minutes of enjoying their post-orgasmic bliss in quiet, elongated breathing, they began to kiss. It was passionate and deep, a reflection of the mating they had just shared.

"You're amazing," Lowell whispered in her ear with a smile. "What is next?"

Grinning wickedly, Samantha dropped to her knees and began to soap his massive cock. The smile died on his face, replaced with a look of utter seriousness. In an instance, his cock started to swell again.

When Doug arrived at the concert, he stepped out of the car and took a moment to gather himself. With each step towards the entrance, Doug felt a glimmer of determination, a small flame of hope flickering amidst the darkness. He would use the time at the concert to gather his thoughts and determine how to proceed.

As the concert pulsed around him, Doug's mind worked furiously to connect the dots. All those weekends Samantha sent the kids to her mother's house, working late on Tuesdays, Wednesdays, and Thursdays, the signs were there. Doug had simply missed them. The possibility of the other man's involvement in her pregnancy now became painfully clear and settled upon him like a heavy weight.

While pondering his options, Doug decided he didn't want to become a divorced man pushing 50, navigating the complexities of the dating world. Samantha had made her sexual dissatisfaction known to him for years. What if his shortcomings in the bedroom persisted with other women? The fear of potential loneliness and uncertainty that awaited him loomed large in his thoughts. Doug acknowledged that the grass isn't always greener on the other side.

Doug realized that despite their sexual incompatibility, every other aspect of their union seemed harmonious. Samantha appeared genuinely happy and their children flourished. Their shared responsibilities as parents and partners were a source of strength. The Wallace family was a pillar of the community. Doug was unwilling to risk jeopardizing their current dynamic, fearing that exposing the affair would alter the foundation upon which their family stood.

Concern for his personal reputation also weighed heavily on Doug's mind. He didn't want his friends, colleagues, and acquaintances to discover that Samantha had cheated on him. How would they perceive him if the truth of Samantha's infidelity were to be revealed? He couldn't bear the thought of being pitied, judged, or gossiped about. Divorce would invite scrutiny and judgment, and he preferred to maintain the appearance of an impeccable marriage.

Samantha feverishly bobbed her head up and down, fucking her mouth over Lowell's big dick. Her fingers tightened around the base of his cock and she furiously started jacking him while she sucked the tip, swirling her tongue around the mushroom-shaped cum dripping crown, lapping up the salty pre-cum as it dribbled out.

Her right hand tightly gripped around the rigid shaft and she jacked her fist up and down the part of his cock that she couldn't fit into her warm, wet mouth. He seemed to tremble suddenly as she jerked on the shaft and sucked the bloated, angry, purple head. She was sure she had him about to cum.

Samantha wanted to please Lowell so she started sucking his cock as hard as she could, rapidly puckering her cheeks around the engorged, stiff cock. Her fist became a blur, sliding up and down his magnificent shaft.

"Oh Samantha, don't stop!" Lowell yelled. "Just like that!"

Suddenly Lowell bellowed again and his cock jerked in her mouth as he came. The swollen head erupted and he shot a load against the back of her throat. Before she could pull his cock from her mouth there was another spasm and another wad shot against the back of her throat. He came again as the head of his cock remained in her mouth. The amount caught her off guard, filling her mouth completely.

This man is a cum-producing machine, she thought.

Her cheeks bulged out, forcing herself to swallow the sperm so it wouldn't get all over the shower tiles. The last thing Samantha wanted was to worry about deep-cleaning the shower before Doug got back. She clamped her mouth around his bloated head, swallowing each load and finding she liked having his hot seed sliding down her throat. Lowell's taste wasn't bad, a little salty but not unpleasant in the least.

"Oh God!" Lowell groaned. Lowell's hips suddenly thrashed forwards, his back arching as Samantha's mouth was working its magic.

He was finished cumming, but Samantha's lips were still locked onto his cock head. Her hand was stroking forwards on the shaft as if she were milking it for more cum. Finally, she fell backwards, wildly aroused and satisfied.

After finishing up in the shower, they moved the action back to the bedroom and enjoyed each other's bodies for another hour or so. It was now 9:30 p.m., and Doug would be arriving home in an hour. With a heavy heart, Samantha gently urged Lowell toward the door. Their eyes locked in an unspoken acknowledgment of the passion they had created together, a silent understanding that this was an encounter like no other.

Lowell knew he had given Samantha everything he had. His balls had never felt so empty, drained by the sheer ferocity of his ejaculations and the volume of their lovemaking. Samantha met Lowell's gaze with a sense of pride. She had matched the vigor of her younger, virile lover, an affirmation of her own sensuality and stamina. It was a moment of mutual appreciation, a recognition of the intensity they had woven into their last rendezvous for a while.

In their last lingering look, they shared a promise, unspoken but understood, that they would be back in each other's arms. With a final, tender kiss, Lowell turned to leave, closing the door softly behind him. Now, Samantha could start cleaning up the evidence of their lecherous activities.

As the concert reached its crescendo, a strange sense of comfort washed over Doug. He possessed knowledge that Samantha believed was shrouded in secrecy. This newfound knowledge, though painful, would be his secret weapon. He considered it an insurance policy should he choose to confront Samantha and reconsider the possibility of divorce.

The idea of adding another child to their family, even if it was conceived through Samantha's affair, struck Doug as a potential blessing in disguise. He recalled the joy and fulfillment they experienced during the early stages of parenthood. They had been at their busiest and happiest when their children were infants. Perhaps the addition of a new baby would naturally slow down Samantha's libido, aligning their desires and expectations more closely.

Doug noticed that Samantha hasn't pushed for more sex beyond their usual once-a-week romp during the past month. If this was due to Samantha's affair, a part of Doug hoped that she would continue it. With the weight of sexual expectations lifted, Doug could channel his energy into being a great father and provider, the roles in which he felt most confident and fulfilled.

As the concert came to a close, Doug made a silent pact with himself. He would keep his knowledge of Samantha's affair to himself, preserving the appearance of their happy marriage. He knew there would be challenges ahead, but he was willing to navigate them, drawing strength from the love he had for his children and the commitment he had made to his family. Doug found some peace and a renewed sense of purpose with his decision.

It was around 10:00 p.m. when Samantha looked at her phone and saw the three earlier missed calls from Doug. She wasn't sure what to make of them, so she decided to call him.

"Hi honey, sorry I missed your calls earlier. I went to the gym," she fibbed. "Is everything okay? How was the concert?"

Doug rolled his eyes, both disgusted and impressed with her lying skills. "Everything is fine. I thought I needed your help with something, but I took care of it," Doug said. "I was just gonna call to tell you we already left. I should be back in about 30 minutes."

Samantha cleaned the master bedroom to perfection before Doug arrived home. As he stepped through the front door, he was greeted by Samantha, her face glowing with anticipation and excitement. He reciprocated with a warm smile, concealing the complex thoughts swirling within him.

"Sam, I can't tell you how excited I am about this baby," Doug said, his words laced with genuine anticipation. "If everything goes well with the pregnancy, would you be open to trying for more children? I mean, we've proven that we can conceive again, and I love the idea of growing our family."

Samantha's eyes gleamed with a mix of surprise and delight. She hadn't expected this response from Doug, and a wave of relief washed over her. It meant that her affair could continue without any consequences if she got pregnant again, provided that she manipulated Doug and Lowell properly.

"Oh, Doug, that would be incredible!" Samantha responded, her voice dripping with excitement. "I've always dreamed of having a larger family. If this pregnancy goes well, I would be more than willing to try for more children. I can't wait to embark on it together."

Doug put on a smile that concealed his true intentions. Deep down, he had no desire for more children. He wanted Samantha to continue her affair to relieve him from the pressure of performing in the bedroom, knowing that he often fell short of her expectations.

Now that they have agreed to try and conceive again, Doug knew Samantha would be active with her lover. He also knew Samantha would feel the need to keep up appearances, so she would still be receptive to Doug whenever he felt the desire for intimacy.

Doug's smugness lingered beneath the surface as he quietly reveled in the plan he had devised. He believed that Lowell's impregnation of Samantha was a mere stroke of luck. In his mind, lightning wouldn't strike twice, and the risk of Samantha conceiving another child with Lowell seemed improbable.

With a calculated smile, Doug enveloped Samantha in his arms, whispering softly, "I'm excited about our future, Sam. I'm grateful to have you by my side."

In this intricate web of desire, deception, and longing, Doug found himself aligned in a strange harmony with Samantha. Both harboring their own motivations, they unknowingly fueled the flames of their unconventional arrangement, the secrets they kept from each other teetering on the precipice of discovery.

Little did Doug realize that he was playing with fire. Lowell's virility held the power to challenge his assumptions and alter the course of his reality. The illusion of control that Doug held would prove to be fragile, susceptible to the unpredictable forces of nature.

The next eight months flew by in a whirlwind of anticipation and excitement, as Samantha's pregnancy progressed. The joyous day arrived, and Samantha gave birth to a beautiful baby boy named Brian. The sound of his cries filled the air, and the tender moments of bonding brought a sense of joy and fulfillment to the family.

As the weeks turned into months, Samantha's life revolved around nurturing and caring for their baby boy. She would use the limited free time she had to meet with Lowell. Life settled into its new rhythm, but fate, it seemed, had yet another surprise in store. Samantha, defying the odds, found herself pregnant yet again. This time, their family welcomed the birth of a baby girl named Olivia, resulting in a pair of blessings that had graced their lives during the past three years.

Curiosity and the need for closure had gotten the better of Doug, prompting him to discreetly conduct paternity tests on all four children. The results were both predictable and emasculating for Doug. His oldest two children, Megan and Kayla, were indeed his biological offspring, reaffirming the connection he had always cherished with them. But the younger two, Brian and Olivia, were Lowell's progeny.

Deep down, Doug couldn't help but admire Samantha's flawless execution of her strategy that had effectively deceived Lowell, ensuring that he never suspected his biological connection to either of the two younger children. She had effectively concealed the truth, allowing Doug to maintain the illusion of fatherhood over all their children. It was a testament to Samantha's skillful manipulation.