Author's Note: This story is a standalone spinoff from my main series, A Model Romance. While it takes place after Chapter 15 of that series and references characters and events from that chapter, I believe it has enough context to function independently as a short, sexy, romantic story, even for first-time readers. I hope you enjoy it.
Pat opened the door to the Uber for his wife. Stephanie climbed in, and Pat followed. The sun was setting, but there was still daylight. He was feeling pretty buzzed still from day-drinking by the pool for his friend Charlie's birthday; Charlie's girlfriend, Anna, had thrown him a surprise party in her backyard for his 30th. Thinking back, he hadn't even had that many drinks; his tolerance must have just gone to shit since having children.
He glanced over at Steph, who was still dressed in the bikini Charlie's Instagram model girlfriend had given her. She'd tossed on the denim shorts she'd been wearing before the party over the bottom, which was probably a good call since it was a tiny thong. The top wasn't that much different. Small white triangles covered her nipples and maybe 30 percent of her breasts. He'd never seen his wife in a bikini like that before, and it was making him feel a certain way. Add that to the fact that she and a pool party full of Anna's model friends had been topless for a couple of hours, and he was feeling the pressure in his groin.
It was unfortunate that they needed to get home so Steph's parents could bring the kids back to the house for bedtime.
***
Steph sat in the backseat of the Uber, reflecting on the party. She liked Anna, Charlie's new girlfriend. Her friends were wild, too, but Steph guessed that must come with their jobs. Steph had been momentarily surprised to learn that Anna was an OnlyFans model, but Charlie didn't seem bothered by it, and meeting her friends, who all held similar careers, had been surprisingly normal. Every one of them, even the one who had shot mainstream porn, seemed like regular girls, albeit with lower inhibitions.
She'd felt a little out of place at first -- the bevy of professional beauties had been a little intimidating, and other than her friend Melissa, she had never met any of the other women present before. They'd all been so welcoming, though. And the bikini -- Anna had found out she was feeling self-conscious in her "mom" swimsuit, and offered to lend her another one. The one she'd picked had offered fairly average coverage amongst the other ones in Anna's modeling swag box, which was almost hilarious given how tiny it was.
Almost reluctantly, she'd tried it on in the bathroom. At first, she wasn't sure if she looked good or not -- she still had a stubborn few pounds of baby weight left that she hadn't been able to get rid of. Pat had told her she still looked amazing before, and that he loved her more for it, and anyway, that it was barely there, just a sexy little pooch above her bikini line. In public her husband was always the reserved one, but at home, on rare occasions these days, when the kids were asleep and the bedroom door was locked, he called her his sexy little milf and she loved it every time.
So, when she'd shown him the bikini on her otherwise naked form, and saw his eyes nearly pop out of his head, she decided to wear it. When Steph exited the house to rejoin the group, every eye had fallen on her, and the reaction had been very positive. She'd noticed every guy at the party, all of whom she'd known for years, checking her out surreptitiously. A few of the girls had been fairly shameless about it as well. One of them, Anna's very pretty blonde friend Angela, had said "she'd hit that," and Steph did not doubt that she had meant it. Steph was mostly straight, but she had dabbled once or twice in college, and the thought made her a little wet between the thighs.
All of that was nothing to the way Steph had seen her husband's eyes on her for the rest of the party. When Anna's gorgeous friend Angela had suggested the girls go topless, she'd cast aside the mom in herself and hadn't hesitated to join in. The looks she'd gotten from the other partygoers when she'd bared her heavy, milk-laden tits had been validating, but the looks she'd gotten from Pat had her climbing the walls.
As the Uber headed down the road, Steph sent a text to her mom.
"Hey, heading home, but tired and still a little buzzed. Would you and Dad want to keep the kids overnight? If not, that's fine, we'll make do," the message read.
"Wed luv 2, u2 get sum rest, ur not spring chikens nemore," came the reply along with several crying laughing emojis. Steph sighed and grinned. Her mom wasn't that old, only in her fifties, but she texted like she was an eighty-year-old still.
"Thanks, Mom. Love you guys, we'll call to say goodnight to the kids later," she responded.
***
Pat watched out the window as they got close, stealing glances at his wife's nearly naked torso whenever he could. Shame the kids would be home soon. He loved his little Tommy and Maria dearly, but he'd been having such a good time with his gorgeous, amazing wife and hadn't wanted it to end. Steph had been getting flirtier and flirtier throughout the party as she had a few drinks and warmed up to the other guests. She'd even gone so far as to rub his half-hard cock through his shorts a few times when no one was looking.
Unfortunately, the kids coming home would mean she'd be tired, the buzz would wear off, and if they did end up having the energy for sex, it would likely be a quick one, the kind that took the edge off but didn't quite scratch the itch, he thought. Oh, well, he figured. The kids wouldn't be three and one forever. Eventually, he and Steph would have more free time together.
The Uber pulled up outside their house a few minutes later, and they thanked the driver. Pat thought the guy's eyes wandered a little too much as Steph got out of the car, bouncing a bit in the flimsy bikini top, but it's not like he could blame him. He's gotten more than an eyeful of seven other topless women earlier, including four who were either married or dating someone else. Fuck, they'd been hot, but none of them had held a candle to Steph -- seeing his wife confidently strut around with her tits out had been a dream come true, even if it was a dream he didn't know he had. Steph had always had nice boobs, but since she started breastfeeding, they looked insane. She had the perfect body, as far as was concerned, and a gorgeous personality to match.
Pat saw his reflection in the storm door. He was a decent-looking guy, with short reddish-blonde hair and a well-defined jawline. Pat had what he believed was a decent dad bod. It was clear he worked out still, but the muscle definition he'd had when he swam with his friends Charlie and John in high school was gone, replaced by softer muscle swells and the faintest hint of a future beer belly where his abs had been. He wasn't sure how he deserved a beauty like Steph, which is why he regularly spent his lunch breaks in the gym, trying in vain to match up to her unrivaled sexiness.
He fumbled in his pool bag for the house keys and opened the door as Steph gently rubbed his back under his loose t-shirt. He was a lucky man.
***
Steph put her stuff down in the entryway and stepped into the kitchen for some water. While she'd been fibbing to her mother about the exact reason she wanted the kids to stay, she hadn't lied -- she was still buzzed, and if she wanted to be able to function as a mom when the kids got home in the morning, she'd need to rehydrate after a long day drinking in the hot Orlando sun. She was thankful Charlie had been born in May -- if his birthday had been in August, that party might have killed her, she thought to herself.
"You talk to your mom? Are the kids on the way?" Pat asked as he joined her next to the fridge with a glass of his own.
"They aren't. My mom is going to keep them for the night," Steph replied innocently. Pat was usually pretty reserved and might not suspect what she was surprising him with.
"Why? Is everything alright?" he asked, confused.
"Better," Steph replied. "We've got the house to ourselves. What would you like to do this evening?" she asked, subtly pushing her chest forward, stretching the white triangles of her top to their limits.
"I'm good with whatever," Pat said, not taking the bait. He was so sweet, she thought, never assuming anything. Tonight, though, the way she was feeling herself? She needed him to take charge and use her body, the way he used to when she'd driven him crazy with teases all day before the house was full of toddlers.
"Well in that case, why don't you spend the evening fucking me like we're twenty-two again?" she asked, looking up into Pat's eyes. The fire she saw appear there made her even wetter.
"Bedroom?" he asked, his voice low with desire.
"Eventually," Steph said with a coy smile. "For now, why don't you strip your clothes off for me?" she suggested. Her husband complied immediately, pulling the shirt over his head. Steph admired his body, still muscled from the effort he put into his health, but soft enough to be a loving and caring father, putting his family first. And he was so handsome. She was a lucky woman.
He followed that up by hooking his fingers on his swim shorts and sliding them down. Pat's cock was already erect, bobbing gently in the cool air, angrily pointing at her as if to blame her for the pressure in his balls. Fuck, he had a nice cock, Steph thought. A little bigger than average, she felt it was the perfect size. Oh yeah, she was a lucky woman.
***
Pat stood naked in his kitchen, staring at his wife, who was looking him up and down, a grin forming on her lips. Steph stepped forward slowly, facing him, but offsetting her body against his to allow his cock to keep sticking out next to her hips as she kissed him. Her lips tasted like heaven. He couldn't believe they were doing this -- he'd seen his evening going a very different way.
As his wife stuck his tongue into his mouth, probing for his own, he felt her hand gently brush his hard cock, pushing it against her denim-clad hip and stroking it softly. His throat let out a groan. Her lips left his still wanting, and she kissed her way down his jaw to his neck, leaving him to just close his eyes and enjoy the feel of her lips on his skin and her hand teasing his shaft.
When it got to be too much, he stepped back and smiled at his wife. She looked back at him, eyes hooded with desire, and then yelped in surprise as he picked her up, his naked body carrying her into the living room. He tossed her onto the couch and dropped to his knees.
***
Oh, she loved it when he carried her. And she loved it even more when he threw her down roughly and dropped between her legs, hunger in his eyes. Pat, her normally reserved and quiet husband, was practically growling with need as he yanked her shorts down (or in this case, up, given her position on her back). When she was left in the white bikini, she expected him to repeat the movement with her bottoms, but he must have decided he didn't have time for such frivolities. Steph shuddered as he dove in, pulling her thong to the side and licking her slit from bottom to top.
