Samantha Wallace is a forty-three-year-old woman who works as a high school guidance counselor at Stagg High School in Stockton, California. She has been married to her forty-six-year-old husband Doug for the past fourteen years. They have two children, Megan, who is twelve years old, and Kayla, who is ten years old. From the outside, it seems Samantha has it all: a loving family, a career, etc. However, Samantha has been sexually frustrated for the duration of her fourteen-year-marriage due to Doug’s ultra-conservative nature and his refusal to acknowledge his deficiencies in the bedroom.

A few pumps, a tickle, and a squirt is the most she usually gets out of her forty-six-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 with her fingers and vibrator, thinking back to those rare moments of weakness she tried to forget. 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 fortieth birthday.

Samantha sat down next to Doug on the couch and took a deep breath before she spoke. "Doug, I’ve 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 forties 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’s 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.

She loves her husband and doesn't want to leave him just because of their sex life. They have two wonderful daughters 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 dad 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 very short jet black hair with highlights. 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 her age.

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 leaving Doug. 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 keep her too busy to rekindle the therapy conversation with Doug.

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's 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 Logan 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, Logan 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. Logan fibbed and said he "recognized her from somewhere." The colleague told Logan that her name is Samantha Wallace and she is one of the guidance counselors.

Logan 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 Logan didn't find helpful. He asked Don if he could use this time to familiarize himself with the campus and see his classroom.

"That’s fine, Logan," 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. Logan 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, Logan 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.

Logan 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, Logan 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. Logan 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 Logan 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 Logan's unexpected visit by getting to know him. She found out he was twenty-five years old and definitely single. He just got his teaching credential and is going into his first year of teaching. Logan 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 Logan'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.

"When I started substitute teaching for extra money, I liked it and thought that it’d be worth trying to teach full-time. Plus, I really like the idea of having job security and getting summers off," Logan chuckled.

Samantha was impressed by Logan's honesty and understood where he was coming from.

"And what about you? What is it like being a counselor?" Logan 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’ve heard great things about you from some of the other teachers. Now I can see why," Logan said, a hint of admiration in his voice.

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

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

As the conversation continued, Samantha found herself becoming more and more entranced by Logan. 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 Logan 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, Logan 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, Logan thought.

"So, do you have any advice for me being a newbie at this school?" Logan 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."

Logan 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.

A chime coming from Logan's phone brought their conversation to a halt. He winced as he saw the text message notification from Don Baker. Logan realized he had been talking with Samantha for over half an hour when Don wanted to touch base with him. His smile faded as he read the text message, unable to hide his disappointment.

"Well, I gotta get back to Don Baker's room, but it was nice meeting you, Samantha," Logan said, shaking her hand again. "Let's chat again before school starts. I’d love to pick your brain about some more things. What are you up to tomorrow?"

"Not much, I should be free most of the day," Samantha quickly replied. That was a lie. Samantha was always busiest when Doug was out of town. Those days usually consisted of parenting and doing work around the house. However, Samantha didn't care. She would find a way to make time for Logan.

"Cool, let's exchange numbers and we'll set up a time to grab some Starbucks," Logan said as he handed his phone to Samantha with the CREATE NEW CONTACT page open.

Samantha eagerly typed her number into Logan's phone. He grabbed it and sent her a text message with his contact information. "Thanks, Samantha, I'll be in touch with you later," he said cheerfully. Samantha watched him walk away, admiring his muscular frame and confident gait.

After Logan left, Samantha couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement in her stomach. She was thrilled at the prospect of meeting with him outside of school. Samantha's mind raced with possibilities. What would they talk about over coffee? What did he want to pick her brain about? She was looking forward to finding out.

Samantha went downstairs and was happy to see Doug and their daughters gathered around a Monopoly board on the coffee table. He was taking his time with each turn and carefully calculating his next move. Their older daughter, Megan, with her striking dark hair and sharp green eyes, was eyeing the board, trying to decide where to place her next hotel. Their younger daughter, Kayla, with her light brown curls and hazel eyes, was happily playing with the miniature cars, sometimes looking up to see what was happening.

Despite the occasional bickering over who owned what property or whose turn it was, they all seemed happy to be spending time together. Samantha smiled as she watched her family.

Doug was a good dad, and Samantha was grateful for that. Even though he was about to leave for the airport, Doug always made sure to spend quality time with the girls before he left on his trips. It wasn't easy for them to have Doug gone three days a week, but he made up for it by being a big part of their lives when he was home.

As she watched them play, Samantha realized that this was the kind of moment that made it all worth it. The family time, the laughter, the memories—it was what kept her going through all the sexual frustration with Doug.

She took another sip of wine, enjoying the playful banter and watching the faces of her daughters light up with excitement. Despite her own anticipation about meeting Logan tomorrow, she couldn't help feeling a twinge of guilt. Moments like these reminded her of what she had to lose if she didn't keep things under control.

But for now, she pushed those thoughts aside and focused on the present, on the sound of her family's laughter, on the warmth of the room. She was grateful for her family and the love they shared.

Doug's phone beeped with a reminder that it was time to go. He stopped the game and gathered his family around him.

"Alright girls, let's say our usual prayer before I leave for the airport," Doug said, holding out his hands for his daughters to take.

Megan and Kayla took their father's hands, and Samantha joined in. Together, they closed their eyes and bowed their heads as Doug led them in prayer.

"Dear God, we thank you for this time together as a family. We ask that you watch over us and keep us safe while we're apart. Please guide me in my travels and bring me back home to my beautiful family. Amen."

"Amen," Megan and Kayla echoed.

When the prayer was over, Doug gave each of his daughters a hug and Samantha a quick peck on the lips. "I'll miss you girls," he said, as he grabbed his bags and headed towards the door.

"We'll miss you too," Samantha replied, as she walked him to the door. "Be safe and we'll see you on Sunday."

Samantha waited until she heard the sound of Doug's car engine fade into the distance before grabbing her vibrator and heading to the bathroom. She lit a few candles and put on some soothing music before pouring herself another glass of wine. Once the tub was full, she slipped off her clothes and sank into the serene water, feeling the tension melt away from her muscles.

As she soaked in the tub, Samantha added some of her favorite lavender-scented bubbles to the water. She closed her eyes and let the water envelop her. She thought about Logan and pictured him standing in front of her, his hands caressing her body, his lips pressing against hers. She could feel herself getting aroused as she let her imagination run wild. She couldn't wait to see him tomorrow.

Both Samantha and Logan had a little extra pep in their step when they woke up on Friday. Samantha slept very well after wearing herself out last night with her vibrator during an extra-long bubble bath. Orgasm after orgasm, she fantasized about Logan's great physique and imagined having sex with him.

Logan had been unable to get Samantha out of his head since the moment he saw her. He was looking forward to seeing what happens today. Is Samantha just an overly-friendly colleague eager to help out? Or was the chemistry he felt with her yesterday real? Just thinking about the latter would make his dick nearly burst out of his zipper.

As their meeting time approached, Logan took a long shower and fastidiously groomed himself. He neatly trimmed the pubic hair surrounding his impressive 9-inch cock. Now was as good of a time as any to use that expensive cologne collecting dust in his medicine cabinet. He chose a tight, gray t-shirt that showed off his muscular upper body. He wore one of his favorite pairs of green cargo shorts. Feeling good about his appearance, Logan left his suite and walked over to the Starbucks.

Earlier at Samantha's house, she called her daughters into the living room.

"Girls, I need to talk with you," she said, in an authoritative tone.

"What’s going on, Mom?" her older daughter, Megan, asked.

"I'm dropping you off at Grandma's house for the weekend," Samantha said, bracing herself.

"Really? Why?" Kayla asked.

"Well, it’d be nice for you two to spend some time with Grandma. She misses you," Samantha said, trying to come up with a plausible reason.

"But we were going to have a sleepover tonight," Megan protested.

"I know, sweetie, but I have a lot of work to do before school starts in a couple weeks," Samantha said, hoping that her daughters wouldn't push the issue.

Kayla didn't seem to be bothered by the change of plans, but Megan looked disappointed.

"Can we help with your work?" Megan asked.

"No, I'm sorry, Megan. This is something I need to do on my own," Samantha said, hoping that Megan wouldn't ask any more questions.

"Okay," Megan said, sighing.

Samantha hugged her daughters tightly, feeling guilty about the situation. She loved her girls more than anything in the world, but she knew that she needed to do this for herself.

After sending her daughters to their rooms to pack, Samantha began her own preparations. She rummaged through her closet, searching for something that would make her feel confident and sexy without overdoing it.

She found her Victoria's Secret stash buried deep in her closet inside a Bankers Box. She had made these purchases several years ago and had rarely worn any of them. Once it became apparent that it took longer for her to put them on than her husband could last, she retired the collection.

"This is just a friendly cup of coffee with a new colleague," she said aloud to herself, but not entirely convinced. She couldn't shake the desire to feel and look her best for Logan. Perusing the box, she chose a sexy black lace bra-and-thong set to wear underneath her outfit. "I haven't worn this in years," she said. Despite her hesitation, she put them on, feeling a rush of excitement as she looked at herself in the mirror.

Next, Samantha picked out her clothes. She decided on a pair of tight blue jeans and a black tank top. The jeans accentuated her shapely butt and toned legs. The tank top revealed just the right amount of cleavage. She wore her favorite pair of open-toed high heels. She meticulously applied light makeup and her pink lip gloss. Samantha inspected herself in the mirror and smiled with pride. She was ready.

Samantha summoned her daughters and they hopped into the car to head to her mother's house. Megan looked over at her mom and noticed that she was dressed nicer than usual. "Mom, why are you dressed up? Are you going somewhere after you drop us off?" Megan asked curiously, her eyes taking in every detail.

Samantha tried to play it cool. "No, honey. I just wanted to wear something nice today," she said, praying that Megan wouldn't press further.

"Oh, okay. You look really pretty," Megan complimented her mother.

Samantha felt herself starting to blush. "Thanks, Megan. I wanted to feel good today and I really like this outfit. In fact, since you're being such a good sport about going to Grandma's, I'll take you shopping next week so you can get a cute outfit too," she said.

Megan's face lit up. "Really? Yeah, I’d like that! Thanks, Mom," she said enthusiastically.

Samantha breathed a sigh of relief, grateful that she was able to deflect Megan's questions. Her oldest daughter was more perceptive than she gave her credit for.

"So, what do you girls want to do when you get to Grandma's?" she asked, glancing at them through the rearview mirror.

"I wanna bake cookies with Grandma!" Kayla exclaimed, bouncing up and down in her seat.

"I wanna watch movies and eat popcorn," Megan added.

Samantha smiled, happy to see her daughters starting to perk up.

"Sounds like a plan. Grandma also said she’s taking you to the pool tomorrow," Samantha said.

Kayla let out a squeal of delight, while Megan's response was a bit more subdued.

As they approached their destination, Samantha parked the car in front of her mother's house. She decided not to go inside so her mother wouldn't also wonder about her attire. She turned around to face her daughters.

"Okay, girls. We're here. Remember to be on your best behavior, and I'll be back to pick you up on Sunday," she said, trying to sound as cheerful as possible.

"Love you, Mom," Megan and Kayla echoed.

Samantha hugged her daughters tightly before they got out of the car and grabbed their backpacks. She watched as they ran up to the front door. She waved goodbye and drove to her meeting with Logan.

While sitting at a stoplight, Samantha noticed her wedding ring sparkling in the sunlight, a symbol of the commitment she had already strayed from more than once. She took stock of herself and couldn't remember the last time she put this much effort into her appearance. She was about to meet with a man she has an insatiable lust for. It didn't take a genius to figure out where this could be headed.

Logan had already given her what she was looking for: a fantasy to rekindle the fire in her. Instead of leaving it at that, she was crossing into dangerous territory. She had sworn to herself after her past mistakes that she would never show such a lack of restraint again.

What the hell am I doing? she wondered.

Part of her wanted to turn around and drive home, to just forget about the whole thing. If Logan really needed advice, he could talk with her at school. But she enjoyed helping others and it wasn't in her nature to turn down people in need.

Samantha felt a tingle in her pussy that she couldn't ignore. The excitement of the unknown and where this meeting could lead was just too tempting to resist. She had to go through with it.

She pulled into the parking lot and found a spot between the Extended Stay America and Starbucks. She walked into the Starbucks and saw Logan sitting at a table by himself. When Logan noticed Samantha, he smiled and approached her.

"Good to see you, Samantha," Logan said, grinning and shaking her hand. "Thanks for coming."

Logan couldn't help but admire her beauty. She looked stunning in her tight jeans and black tank top. The outfit hugged her curves in all the right places. He felt a jolt of electricity run through his body when he saw a black lace bra subtly peeking out from under her top.

Samantha noticed how well-groomed Logan was. He was clean-shaven and his cologne was intoxicating. His tight t-shirt could barely contain his sculpted muscles. She had an even better idea of how fit he actually was.

If his muscles are this big, what must his cock be like? Samantha wondered lustfully.

"Let's get some drinks and we'll grab that table over there," he said, ushering her to the cashier's counter. Samantha asked the barista for an iced caramel macchiato. Logan got a hot chocolate.

The two sat down at a table after getting their drinks and continued their conversation from yesterday. "So, what did you want to pick my brain about?" she asked cheerfully.

As Logan asked her for advice on handling various issues with students, she stole some glances at his broad shoulders and strong arms, imagining what he would look like shirtless. She found herself crossing and uncrossing her legs, trying to alleviate the throbbing sensation between her thighs.

Sipping on his hot chocolate, Logan leaned forward and asked Samantha, "So, what’s your secret for dealing with defiant students?"

"Well," Samantha said. "You should make it very clear from the start that you won't tolerate any disrespect. Give them warnings, and if they keep acting up, send them straight to the principal's office. And if that doesn't work, call their parents. Usually, just the threat of calling their parents is enough to get them in line."

Logan nodded thoughtfully. "That makes sense. I guess sometimes you gotta be tough to earn their respect."

"Exactly," Samantha said, taking a sip of her drink. "And it's not just about the students. You have to establish your authority with the parents too. If they see that you won't put up with any nonsense, they’re more likely to respect you and support you."

"I see what you mean," Logan said. "I'll make sure to do this starting on the first day."

"It’ll work," Samantha said with a smile. "Just don't be afraid to be a little tough. It's for their own good in the long run."

As Samantha spoke, Logan couldn't help but be impressed by how she carried herself. She wasn't afraid to give him advice that went against the politically correct crap he learned while getting his teaching credential. The incredible wisdom she displayed only added to her allure.

"Thanks for all the advice, Samantha," he said, genuinely grateful. "I’d love to learn more about your background. Where are you from?"

Samantha smiled, happy to share her story. "Well, I grew up in Stockton and graduated from Edison High School, which is just a few miles from here," she said. "My parents were both educators, my dad was a middle school principal and my mom was a kindergarten teacher."

"Sounds like education runs in your blood," Logan chuckled. "What were you like in high school?"

"I was pretty involved in extracurricular activities like debate and student government. My parents were always supportive of me, but they could also be pretty overbearing at times."

Logan nodded sympathetically. "I know the feeling. My parents were the same way."

"Yeah, but it definitely helped me in the long run. I ended up getting accepted into UC Davis and got my bachelor's degree in human development. The rest is history, as they say. What about you? Where did you grow up?"

"I grew up in Castro Valley," Logan said, a hint of nostalgia in his voice. "It's a small town in the Bay Area, about an hour west of Stockton. My dad is an engineer and my mom works for a property management company."

The time flew by as they talked about everything from their childhoods to their passions. Samantha discovered that she had more in common with Logan than she had originally thought. They both loved biking, classic films, and reading. Samantha had always been disappointed that she and Doug didn't share these same interests.

She felt a surge of excitement as she realized how intellectually stimulating Logan was, despite the fact that he was 18 years younger than her. It had been so long since she had an interesting and thought-provoking discussion with Doug. Maybe this was the root of the problem with her marriage. The lack of compelling and passionate conversations amplified the unsatisfying sex.

Samantha found herself growing more and more comfortable with Logan. As they shifted their conversation towards their families, Logan was interested in hearing about Samantha's husband and daughters.

"Tell me more about your husband. And how old are your daughters?" Logan asked.

Samantha smiled and replied, "Doug is a pilot for United Airlines and we've been married for 14 years. We have two daughters, Megan who is 12 and Kayla who is 10."

Logan looked impressed. "Wow, being married for 14 years is quite an accomplishment. How do you make it work?"

Samantha hesitated for a moment, choosing her words carefully. "It's not always easy. We have our ups and downs, but I'm committed to making it work."

Logan noticed the hint of sadness in Samantha's voice and could feel the tension in the air. He sensed there was more she wanted to say. "Well, I'm sorry to hear that there are ups and downs. If you ever need someone to talk to, I'm here for you."

Samantha's heart fluttered at Logan's remark. She wondered how a man as good-looking and interesting as him could also be so kind-hearted. Samantha felt a wave of emotion wash over her. She decided to take a chance and confide in Logan.

"To be honest, Doug and I have been having issues in the bedroom for years," she admitted. "I’ve tried so many times to convince him to see a therapist with me to improve our sex life. But he won't do it. It's like he doesn't even care anymore."

Logan's eyes widened in astonishment. "Are you serious? I can't believe he's not doing everything he can to satisfy you. If I had a wife as beautiful as you, I'd hump her brains out every night," he said, a hint of jealousy creeping into his voice.

Samantha felt a flush spread across her cheeks at Logan's words. She knew she should not be thinking this way, but his compliments were like music to her ears. She wasn't used to hearing such flattery from anyone, let alone a man she was so attracted to.

"Samantha, I hope you don't mind me asking, but do you know what's wrong with him?" Logan asked, trying to make sense of Doug's lack of desire for her.

Samantha sighed heavily. "Doug has always had trouble lasting very long in bed. And his libido isn't very high either. I’ve tried talking to him about it, but he just brushes it off like it's not a big deal. It's been a source of tension between us for years."

Logan listened intently, feeling a mix of sympathy and desire for Samantha. He was inspired by her openness, and decided to take a risk. "Can I ask you something personal?" he said, his voice low.

Samantha looked up. "Sure," she said, her curiosity piqued.

"What’s your libido like?" Logan asked, feeling a rush of excitement and fear.

Samantha's heart skipped a beat at Logan's bold question. She felt a surge of adrenaline coursing through her veins. She had never talked so openly about her sex life with anyone. But something about Logan made her feel safe, and she found herself opening up to him in ways she never thought possible.

"Honestly, it's high. I’ve always had a high sex drive, which is part of the reason why my love life with Doug is so frustrating."

Samantha's words made Logan's groin twitch, imagining himself as the man who could satisfy her and make her feel truly alive. He looked around the Starbucks and noticed that they were the only people left besides the baristas.

"Looks like Starbucks is closing soon. My suite is over there on the other side of the parking lot. You can come over if you have time."

Samantha's pussy instantly became wet.

"Sure, I'll stop by. I'm not in a hurry."

Emboldened by the invitation and her lust for Logan at its boiling point, she gently touched his forearm, looked him in the eyes, and said in a husky voice, "My husband is out of town for the weekend, so I'm free for the rest of the night."

Logan needed every ounce of strength he had to contain his glee. He couldn't believe his luck. His neutral expression morphed into a knowing smirk.

He led Samantha out of the Starbucks and toward the Extended Stay America Suites. They went through the side entrance, making their way down a long hallway. Samantha admired Logan's firm and muscular ass as she walked closely behind. There were few words exchanged between them during the walk to Logan's suite, but the silence wasn't uncomfortable. Both were lost in their own thoughts.

Whether it was the fresh air or dose of caffeine, the magnitude of the moment started to sink in for Samantha. The most frightening part about it was she didn't care. Her pussy was quivering with excitement. The forces of nature and primal urges guiding her actions were too powerful to yield to morals and values.

When they arrived at the door to Logan's suite, he fumbled through his wallet to get his key card. Samantha glanced down the hallway and noticed the sun was setting and it would be dark soon. They stepped inside the suite and Logan immediately closed the door, locking it behind him.

When the deadbolt was clicked to the locked position, there was a sudden shift in their dispositions. They could finally drop the pretense. No words were spoken since the door closed, but there was no need. Both of them knew what each other wanted.

TO BE CONTINUED...