Samantha woke up early on Sunday morning, feeling sore but thoroughly satisfied. She stretched her arms above her head and slowly sat up in bed, taking in the sight of Logan's muscular back as he slept soundly beside her. She couldn't help but smile at the memory of their intense lovemaking over the past two days.
With a contented sigh, Samantha carefully slipped out of bed, trying not to disturb Logan's peaceful slumber. The cool air kissed her bare skin as she stood up, sending a tingling sensation throughout her body. She walked over to the window to look out at the sun rising over the city. The morning air was crisp and fresh, a welcome change from the stuffy air in the suite.
Samantha felt a presence behind her. A soft rustle of sheets and the sound of footsteps drew nearer, and she sensed Logan's warm breath against her neck. He wrapped his strong arms around her waist, pulling her close, and planted soft, tender kisses along her neck, sending shivers down her spine.
Feeling his lips brush against her skin, Samantha turned around. As they locked eyes, an unspoken understanding passed between them. She knew she needed to leave, a mix of anxiety and responsibility tugging at her heart. She reached out, her fingers lightly brushing against Logan's cheek. She looked at Logan with a mixture of longing and anticipation.
"I'll come over again next weekend when Doug is out of town. I'll tell my mom that I need her to take the girls again since I'm swamped with work. It will be the weekend before school starts, so it's totally believable," Samantha said, her voice filled with a sense of excitement.
Logan nodded, his eyes reflecting the same emotions. "I'll spend this week getting ready for school. The only thing I'll have left to do next weekend is you," Logan grinned.
Samantha laughed and got dressed, her mind already rehearsing the conversation she would have with her mother about the girls staying with her again next weekend. She cast one last glance at Logan before making her way out of the suite. The door closed behind her, sealing their secret within the confines of Logan's suite.
She arrived home and made a beeline for the shower. The warm water cascaded over her body as she thoroughly cleaned every area and crevice of her body, ensuring that no trace evidence or lingering scent of Logan remained. Doug usually never attempted to get intimate right when getting back from his three-city trips, so her pussy should have plenty of time to recover.
Once she deemed herself fully cleansed, Samantha stepped out of the shower, feeling both physically and emotionally renewed. Thoughts of her upcoming conversation with her mother swirled in her mind as she put on her typical weekend attire: a t-shirt, sweatpants, and tennis shoes.
Samantha embarked on the short drive to her mother's house, where her daughters eagerly awaited her arrival. The anticipation of seeing her girls after their weekend apart brought a smile to her face, momentarily pushing her illicit encounters to the back of her mind. As she entered the house, Megan and Kayla's faces lit up with joy, their genuine affection bringing a smile to Samantha's face.
"Mom!" Kayla exclaimed, running with Megan to embrace their mother tightly. "We missed you!"
Samantha returned the embrace, her eyes filled with love. "I missed you both too, my darlings. How was your time at Grandma's?"
Kayla chimed in, her eyes shining with excitement. "Grandma baked cookies with us, and we watched movies all night!"
Samantha smiled, grateful that her mother had provided such a joyful time for her girls.
"Mom, remember you promised to take me shopping for a new outfit?" Megan reminded her, a hopeful glimmer in her eyes.
"Megan, my sweet girl," Samantha said, her voice filled with warmth. "I haven't forgotten about our shopping trip. We'll go today, I promise."
Megan's face lit up with excitement. "Yay! I can't wait!"
"Grab your stuff and put it in the car so we can head to the mall," Samantha said as the girls raced to gather their belongings.
When the girls were out of earshot, Samantha turned to her mother, "Hey, Mom," she said, some weariness creeping into her voice. "I hope the girls weren't too much trouble."
Her mother chuckled. "Oh, they were angels. They had a wonderful time with their grandma."
Samantha sighed inwardly, relieved to hear that her daughters had been blissfully unaware of the weekend she had.
"I'm so glad to hear that," Samantha replied, her eyes meeting her mother's. "Listen, Mom, I have a favor to ask."
Her mother turned towards her, a kind smile lighting up her face. "Of course, dear. What can I do for you?"
Samantha took a deep breath, buckling up for the carefully constructed lie she was about to weave. "Next weekend, I have an overwhelming amount of work that needs to be done before the school year starts. With everything going on, I won't have enough time during the week to get it all done. I was wondering if it would be possible for the girls to stay with you again. Just for the weekend."
Her mother's eyes softened with understanding, her own experiences as a retired kindergarten teacher providing insight into Samantha's predicament. "Oh, I remember those days well. The start of a new school year can be quite demanding. Of course, dear, you know I'm always here to help. The girls are more than welcome to stay with me. I'll make sure they have a wonderful time."
Relief washed over Samantha, mingling with a tinge of guilt that she skillfully concealed. She embraced her mother, grateful for the support she offered without an inkling of suspicion. "Thank you, Mom. I truly appreciate it. You're a lifesaver."
Her mother chuckled, patting Samantha's back affectionately. "It's what grandmothers are for, my dear. Don't worry about a thing. I'll take care of everything."
Samantha nodded, a mix of emotions swirling within her. She suppressed a surge of excitement from the anticipation of spending next weekend with Logan. She vowed to focus on being a devoted mother and wife around her family, ensuring they remain oblivious to her double life.
With a determined smile, Samantha led her daughters out of the house and headed to the mall for Megan's shopping trip. As they drove away, her thoughts drifted to Logan and how the journey ahead would test her resolve and push the boundaries of her carefully crafted facade.
Doug arrived home later that evening. As expected, he was too tired for intimacy. The two didn't have sex again until the next day, another one of Doug's three-minute specials. By then, Samantha's pussy had returned to its pre-Logan condition. Doug was none the wiser about his wife's extramarital adventures. It was business as usual in the Wallace household as the week flew by.
Samantha and Logan had another amazing weekend together. The intensity and passion from their first weekend carried over, as their lovemaking seemed to get more animalistic and raw. When the school year started, Samantha continued to seek sex with Logan as much as possible. They established a routine where they would meet at Logan's suite after school on Tuesdays, Wednesdays, and Thursdays for their version of a quickie, which lasted about an hour.
Logan did a number on Samantha's pussy after each tryst. She knew Doug would feel the difference if she ever had sex with him right after meeting with Logan. Therefore, Mondays were always off-limits. They had their weekend fuckfests when Doug was out of town working his Thursday-Sunday three-city trips.
Samantha's life and marriage have improved tremendously. Logan fills a need for her. No longer does it bother her when Doug gets home, tosses his luggage on the floor, puts on his pajamas, and gets into bed with nothing more than a perfunctory kiss on the lips before saying "Good night."
When Samantha is at home, she is Mother: the matriarch of her family, keeper of her daughters, and wife of Doug. When she is with Logan, she is Lover: a sexual being focused on giving and receiving pleasure, taking her body places she never thought was possible, and feeling desirable, passionate, and alive.
One month into her torrid affair with Logan, Samantha found herself unexpectedly falling ill. Fatigue settled deep within her bones, accompanied by waves of nausea and bouts of vomiting. She tried to brush it off as a case of the flu, attributing her symptoms to the changing season and the stress of the new school year. However, a small voice inside her urged her to seek medical attention, just to be sure.
Since her doctor was booked solid for the next two weeks, Samantha made an appointment to see another doctor at an urgent care center. As she sat in the waiting room, her mind raced with worries and questions. Could it be something more than the flu? Fear mingled with anticipation, knowing that a positive outcome would bring relief.
Finally, her name was called, and Samantha entered the doctor's office. The physician, a middle-aged woman with a gentle smile, listened attentively as Samantha described her symptoms. The doctor asked a series of probing questions, her voice gentle yet inquisitive.
As the questions progressed, Samantha carefully crafted her responses, ensuring they aligned with her narrative. She spoke of her routine, her lifestyle, and her overall health, leaving out the illicit affair that had consumed her during the past month. Samantha felt a pang of anxiety as the moment of truth approached. With a deep breath, she composed herself and prepared to answer truthfully, yet selectively.
"Have you been sexually active recently?" the doctor inquired, her eyes fixed on Samantha, searching for any hint of hesitation.
Samantha's heart raced, and she weighed her words carefully, knowing the importance of her response. She had to maintain the illusion that her intimacy was confined to her husband, Doug, alone.
"Yes," Samantha replied, her voice steady. "My husband and I have been intimate."
The doctor nodded, her expression remaining neutral. It was a routine response, one that she had likely heard countless times before. Samantha exhaled silently, relieved that her answer seemed to satisfy the doctor's initial inquiry.
"Do you use any form of birth control or contraception with your husband?" the doctor asked, her eyes peering over the rim of her glasses.
The truth was that Samantha had never used birth control or contraception with Doug. Her two pregnancies occurred 12 and 10 years ago. They had tried for a couple of years to have their first child, but nothing happened. She had herself checked, and there were no problems with her reproductive system. Doug, on the other hand, refused to get himself checked because he was sure there was nothing wrong with him.
Samantha remembered the desperation and frustration she felt during that time. They were newly married and excited about starting a family, but the strain began to show, especially when Doug refused to consider the possibility that he might be the reason for their struggles.
Eventually, she had a one-night stand when she was out of town at a counselor's conference in Los Angeles. She and her lover got so carried away that they forgot to use a condom. After the encounter, she said goodbye, giving no further indication that they’d meet again.
Samantha didn’t reveal any personal information that he could use to trace her once she was back home. When he asked if he could see her again during her stay, she told him that she was leaving Los Angeles early the next day.
Three weeks later, she realized she was late and soon confirmed she was pregnant. Doug was ecstatic when Samantha told him the news. He swept her up in his arms, spinning her around the living room, his face beaming with joy.
"This is the best news, Sam. We're finally going to be parents!" He kissed her forehead, his eyes shining with happiness. "I told you it was just a matter of time."
After her first child was born, Samantha vowed to be a “good girl” and focus on her family. However, after a year of no luck in their attempts to conceive again, history repeated itself.
Samantha had been going to her local Planet Fitness more frequently, using exercise as a way to cope with the stress and disappointment from the long streak of negative pregnancy tests. During this time, she found solace in a 22-year-old attractive personal trainer named Jake Rasmussen. Jake was everything Doug wasn’t: attentive, energetic, and physically fit.
Jake's touch during their training sessions lingered a bit longer than necessary, and his gaze often locked with hers in a way that made her heart race. Their attraction had been building for months, and one evening, when the Planet Fitness was closing for the night, Samantha approached Jake as the last of the stragglers left.
"Jake, can I please take a quick shower? I promise I won't take long," Samantha pleaded, her eyes locking onto his with a hint of desperation.
Jake glanced around the empty gym and shrugged, his expression softening into a warm smile. “Okay, go ahead. Just don’t take too long, alright? I need to clean up and shut everything down.”
Before she turned away, Jake added, "By the way, great workout today. Your form on those squats was perfect.”
The compliment made Samantha's heart flutter, a visceral reaction she hadn’t expected. She turned back and smiled at him, feeling a warmth spread through her body. "Thanks, Jake. That means a lot coming from you."
She disappeared into the women's locker room, her heart pounding in her chest. As she stripped off her gym clothes and stepped into the shower, she let the hot water cascade over her, trying to wash away the tension of the day. But instead of relaxing, her thoughts kept drifting to Jake’s muscular physique and six-pack abs.
As the minutes ticked by, Jake busied himself with closing tasks. The image of her flushed face and the curve of her smile lingered in his thoughts. Eventually, he realized more time had passed than he expected.
After locking the front door, he walked towards the women’s locker room, hesitating briefly at the door before calling out, “Samantha, are you alright in there?”
Samantha, feeling a twinge of guilt, called back, "Yeah, Jake. I'm fine. Sorry, I just lost track of time.”
"No worries," he replied. “I just need to quickly clean the women's locker room. Are you okay if I come in?"
Her voice echoed back, slightly muffled by the sound of running water. "It's okay, Jake. Come on in. I’m almost done.”
Samantha could hear the soft shuffle of his feet and the clinking of his cleaning supplies. As Jake approached the shower area, he caught a glimpse of Samantha through the frosted glass. Her silhouette was tantalizing.
"So, do they pay you overtime for staying late like this?" she asked, trying to keep the conversation light.
Jake chuckled. “Nope, not a dime extra. It’s part of the job, I guess. But you know, I usually take a quick shower myself before I head home. You’re kind of eating into my shower time,” he said with a half-smile, his tone teasing yet sincere.
"Sorry about that," Samantha laughed, moving toward the frosted glass door, her silhouette becoming more prominent. "Maybe you should join me then, to save us both some time," she said, the words out before she could think them through.
There was a long pause, filled only with the sound of the running water. Jake stood there, stunned into silence, his heart pounding with a mix of excitement and disbelief. The seconds stretched, and Samantha’s voice broke the tension again, this time more daring, “Unless you’re too scared...“
No more cleaning was done at Planet Fitness that night. The two engaged in nearly half an hour of intense intercourse in the shower, culminating in powerful orgasms for both Samantha and Jake.
After coming down from their highs, Jake gently set her down, and they both stepped out of the shower. Samantha swiftly dried off and began to get dressed, her mind racing as the weight of her actions slowly started to sink in.
As she pulled on her clothes, she looked at Jake, who was watching her with a mixture of concern and satisfaction. "Samantha, is everything okay?" he asked.
Taking a deep breath, Samantha met his gaze. “Jake, I don't regret what we just did. You were incredible, and I needed this more than I realized. But it can't happen again. I’m a married woman.”
Jake's face fell slightly, but he nodded in understanding. “I get it, Samantha. It was amazing, but I understand.”
She appreciated his maturity and reached out to give his hand a squeeze. "Thank you for understanding."
They finished dressing in silence, the weight of the moment lingering between them. The only sounds were the distant hum of the gym's air conditioning and the occasional drip of water from the shower. Jake walked her to the front door, unlocking it and letting her out into the cool night air.
"Take care, Samantha," he said softly, his voice laced with a sadness that matched her own.
"You too, Jake," she replied, giving him a final, lingering look before stepping outside.
The next day, Samantha joined a new gym, 24 Hour Fitness. She never returned to that Planet Fitness location or saw Jake again. The memory of that passionate encounter was pushed to the deepest recesses of her mind. She vowed to bury her indiscretions and focus on being a better wife and mother.
A month later, Samantha realized she had missed her period. A pregnancy test confirmed her suspicions—she was expecting. When she told Doug the news, his reaction was one of unbridled joy. He swept her into his arms in a warm, loving embrace. “This is wonderful, Sam! We're going to have another baby!”
After the birth of her second child, four years passed without any pregnancies. Samantha and Doug shrugged their shoulders and decided to be content with two children. She was in her mid-30s at the time, so they bought into the conventional wisdom of declining female fertility.
The idea that her pregnancies might have been linked to her indiscretions remained buried in her subconscious, a connection she never fully acknowledged. Samantha’s assumption about her infertility had led her to stop using any birth control or contraceptives with Doug and, recently, Logan.
“My husband and I don't use any birth control or contraception. I haven’t gotten pregnant in over ten years, so I don't see the need to start.”
The doctor scribbled some notes on her clipboard before speaking again. "Well, Samantha, it's important to be aware that fertility can be unpredictable, even without the use of birth control or contraception. Sometimes, chance plays a significant role. I recommend conducting a pregnancy test, just to be thorough."
Pregnancy test. The word echoed in Samantha's mind, reverberating through her thoughts. The realization hit her like a tidal wave, threatening to drown her in a mix of emotions—fear, shock, and a profound sense of uncertainty. Samantha felt numb.
"Okay," Samantha replied, trying her best to maintain her composure. "Let's do the test."
Minutes ticked by as Samantha anxiously awaited the results. Her mind raced with the implications, the potential consequences of her actions. What if she was pregnant? How would Doug react? Could she keep her affair hidden? The weight of her choices settled heavily upon her shoulders, each second feeling like an eternity.
Finally, the doctor returned, holding a small plastic device in her hand. Her demeanor was gentle as she delivered the news. "Samantha, the test results are positive. You're pregnant."
The doctor observed Samantha's stunned expression, noting the mix of shock and confusion that clouded her features. It wasn't the reaction she had expected, considering she often dealt with older married women who, despite the unplanned nature of their pregnancies, eventually found joy in the news. Samantha, on the other hand, appeared deeply troubled. The doctor's intuition whispered that there might be more to the story, something lurking beneath the surface.
"Samantha," the doctor began gently, her voice filled with compassion, "I can sense that something is weighing heavily on you. It's important for you to remember that our conversation is private, protected by doctor-patient confidentiality. I'm here to help and provide guidance, but to do so effectively, I need you to feel comfortable opening up to me. Is there something you'd like to share? It's important for me to have a complete understanding of your situation."
Samantha's mind raced, contemplating the doctor's offer. The past month had been built on a foundation of secrets, carefully crafted narratives to maintain the illusion of normalcy. But now, faced with a pregnancy that could shatter her carefully crafted facade, Samantha felt the weight of the truth pressing upon her. She knew that hiding the affair from the doctor would only complicate matters further.
With a trembling breath, Samantha looked into the doctor's eyes and felt a spark of trust. She knew that she needed guidance, someone to confide in, and the doctor seemed genuinely concerned about her well-being.
"Doctor, there is something I haven't told you. Yes, I have been intimate with my husband, but there is someone else. Someone I’m also involved with."
The doctor's face registered a combination of understanding and concern, her gaze unwavering. She had suspected that Samantha's reaction held deeper complexities, and now the puzzle pieces were starting to fall into place. She reached across the desk, placing a comforting hand on Samantha's trembling fingers.
Taking a deep breath, Samantha spoke. "His name is Logan. He's a new colleague. We started an affair, and it has been going on for the past month. I didn't think it was possible for me to get pregnant since my husband and I haven't been successful in conceiving again for over a decade. Logan and I didn't use any protection, and he has cum inside me countless times."
The doctor's eyes widened, briefly caught off guard by the sordid details, but she maintained her composure. She offered Samantha a reassuring smile. "Thank you for opening up, Samantha. It takes courage to share such personal details. I appreciate your honesty. Remember, our conversation remains confidential, and I'm here to support you. How often have you been intimate with your husband compared to your encounters with Logan in the past month?"
