After The Pool Party: Steph and Pat

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.

"Fuck, Pat, yes..." she hissed. Her pussy was on fire, and Pat was a skilled tongue artist, exploring her folds while making sure to return to her clit every time he built her up, making her gasp in pleasure. She loved her husband. Pat was a good man. He loved her, he provided for her, and he was an amazing father, but in that moment, she admitted to herself that she would have married him for his tongue alone. Oh, that sweet, sweet tongue.

"Right there," she whimpered as he attacked her clit for the umpteenth time. Steph savored every movement of his lips and tongue on her body. She thought about the way he looked at her. She thought about the way some of the girls had looked at her, which surprised her. She thought about the way he was currently sliding a finger into her soaking tunnel, and how good it felt, and how he curled it against her G-spot just right, and how - "HOLY FUCK I'M CUMMING!!" she shouted to her empty house.

***

Pat grinned internally, mentally patting himself on the back as his wife's body spasmed in front of him, clamping down on his finger and bucking uncontrollably against his lips. He loved seeing her cum, seeing her lose herself to the pleasure he gave her. His cock throbbed with need, but it was out of his head as he enjoyed watching his wife's mind-blowing orgasm play out.

"Oh fuck," she sighed as she came down. "Let me suck you," she breathed. Pat was surprised.

"You don't have to," he said. He was used to that particular pleasure being rare, since their sex sessions were usually quick and quiet when they were exhausted and trying not to wake sleeping kids.

"Let me suck your cock," she repeated intently. "Bring it up here," she demanded. Pat wasn't going to resist that a second time and climbed onto the couch, pointing his rock-hard member at his wife's gorgeous lips. She leaned forward and took him into her mouth. Pat saw stars.

***

Steph happily bobbed her lips on her husband's cock, savoring the feel of the soft-but-still-hard head as she swirled her tongue over it. She didn't get to properly worship his cock as much as she would have liked anymore; Steph had fancied herself a talented cocksucker when they were younger. Very rarely had they had a sexual encounter that didn't involve her mouth, at least in foreplay, back then. She sighed contentedly, but realized that this position, Pat kneeling next to her and feeding her his length, was less than ideal for her best work. She popped him out of her mouth audibly.

"Sit down," she offered, and slid off the couch onto the ground. They fell into that tried-and-true setup, Pat's legs spread to either side of her, and his cock in front of her face. Steph grinned up at him mischievously. "Wanna see my tits?" she asked. Pat nodded dumbly, and she pulled her top aside like he'd done to her bottoms, the white triangles taking up positions on either side of her large, tan breasts. She knew Pat loved the contrast of their skin colors in bed; he'd told her once, long ago. His pale Irish-German legs were split by her tanned, Brazilian skin, and she made sure to put her arms on top of his thighs before she started sucking him again to give him that visual.

***

Pat was in heaven. His wife's warm mouth was kissing up and down his shaft, and her hands gently stroked the base and his balls while she made love to his throbbing erection. He hadn't had much of a blowjob in months, and now he was getting what might have been the best one of his life as his sexy Brazilian wife devoured his cock, her tongue moving like a tornado around him.

"Fuck," he groaned as she focused on the spot under his cockhead, licking and sucking and stroking all at once. "What's gotten into you?" he asked her, in awe of her unrestrained sexuality.

"You mean, besides your perfect cock?" she giggled.

***

"I don't know," Steph continued. "But I'm so horny for you, and those girls made me feel young and wild again. They were so hot and confident," she explained.

"Honey, you were hotter, and the confidence to take your top off around total strangers was very sexy on you," Pat said with a teasing grin, before gasping in pleasure as she gripped the tip of his cock in her hand and swirled it around in her palm.

"Thanks, Pat. Love you," she winked, and then swallowed half his cock. She giggled around his shaft as he threw his head back and moaned. Steph made a mental note to suck her husband's cock more often; she'd forgotten how much fun it was.

She kept busy, pulling a whole host of tricks that she hadn't used in years out of the vault. Pat squirmed under her assault, and she could feel his balls tightening.

"I'm going to cum," he warned her. She reached out with her left hand and grabbed his hand, squeezing it tightly as she kept sucking the tip of his cock. She could feel it changing, hardening, getting ready to burst, and she wanted nothing more in that moment than to feel her husband's seed coating her throat.

***

"Oh, shit," Pat groaned as he lost control. Steph's mouth was just too good -- he couldn't hold back anymore, and his orgasm ripped through him. He felt the rapture as his muscles contracted, shooting a massive load into his wife's loving mouth. She didn't stop -- her eyes met his and she squeezed his hand encouragingly as rope after rope filled her throat. She was fucking perfect, he thought as the last dregs of his cum spurted onto her swirling tongue.

"That was amazing," he breathed out. He watched his wife slide his cock out from between her lips, and saw her neck move as she swallowed his load. She smiled up at him.

"You can have a few minutes, then sex," she giggled at him. He wasn't certain his body could take that.

"I'll try," he said dubiously. Steph laughed melodically.

"Please, just think about all those tits you saw earlier and you'll be good to go in no time at all," she joked. Pat thought back, realizing he had spent very little time looking at the other women.

"I was mostly focused on yours, if I'm being honest," he replied, a little sheepishly. Steph's smile widened.

"These?" she asked, and lifted her tits with her hands. She kneaded the flesh softly for a moment as his eyes dropped to her chest. My wife's tits are amazing, Pat thought for the thousandth time that day. "Well then, I'll just drop these right here," she said. She leaned forward and laid her chest down on his softening member, then began to slowly rock from side to side, gently teasing his cock with her soft, pillowy breasts.

***

It wasn't long before Steph could feel her husband getting hard again. She couldn't remember the last time she'd even tried to get him going for a second round, but right now, she was feeling insatiable. She knew that what she wanted, no, needed, was for Pat to bend her over and take her like an animal until he filled her with another load. That would have to wait until she could get him going, but judging by the reversal happening between her tits, it wouldn't be long.

Soon she could feel his cock back to full mast. She rocked once more, brushing her nipples across his length, then adjusted herself slightly. Without preamble, she lifted his shaft between her tits and drooled into the valley between them. When she started to slide her full breasts along his shaft, she glanced up at him to find him staring back at her in awe. That look made her melt at the knees.

"Who are you and what have you done with my wife?" he asked jokingly, clearly loving what she was doing. Steph smiled.

"I just thought about how those girls would probably fuck," she shrugged. "And how you deserved the best sexy little milf I could be," she added with a grin.

"You know I wasn't interested in any of them, right?" he said, looking like he was worried. She smiled at his assurances.

"I know. And I couldn't get enough of the way you looked at me, even with all those hot bodies on display," she added, and kept pumping his shaft with her big breasts. He grinned. "Now, I'm going to ride you for a bit, and then I want you to bend me over and fuck me, hard. Kay?" she asked sweetly. Pat nodded.

***

"Ungh," Pat groaned as his gorgeous wife slid her tight, wet pussy up and down his cock. His brain was being overloaded. While she worked his shaft with her velvety canal, his hands gripped her ample cheeks. She was still wearing the bikini, and his left hand helped pull the thong aside while he held onto her ass as she moved. Her tits shook in front of his face, her perfect nipples begging for his lips -- so, he obliged, licking her right breast.

"God, that's so nice," she said between grunts as she rode his cock. Pat grinned around her nipple, being careful not to suck and cause her to leak. She was still breastfeeding, and he knew she was self-conscious about it, even if it wouldn't have bothered him.

"Ride my cock," he grunted, and flicked his tongue across her light brown nipple. He felt her pussy squeeze his cock and he grunted again as he kneaded the flesh of her ass.

***

Steph felt her body react to being told what to do. She had never been a total submissive, but she loved it when Pat took what he needed from her, and his encouragement spurred her on. Her hips rolled rhythmically as she took his cock, and she watched his face buried in her chest while she rode him.

After a few minutes, Steph slowed down. She was getting close, but frustratingly wasn't getting there. No, she knew what she needed. It was time.

Steph rose onto her knees, sliding off her husband's slick cock. He sighed with disappointment, but she knew that would be short-lived. She knew he'd been staring at her big butt in the thong every chance he got at the party. Hopefully he doesn't cum too fast, Steph thought to herself, smiling as she got up onto her knees and bent down on the couch, her ass in the air a foot from Pat's face. She wiggled it, giggling to herself as she teased him.

The cushions flexed as her husband moved into position. Fuck, she was so wet. She needed to be fucked. It was only a few seconds before she felt the tip of his throbbing cock probing her folds.

"Fuck me, Patrick," she demanded. He didn't waste any time obeying, sliding his perfect dick inside her. Steph loved that feeling, the moment he filled her empty tunnel with his hardened length, and she groaned audibly as he took her.

***

Pat's breathing grew heavy as he stuffed his wife's pussy full. She felt amazing, her velvet walls gripping him eagerly as if trying to hold him inside her forever. Not that I would mind, he thought humorously, before starting to pull back. He pushed inside her tight slit again, starting a rhythm. His eyes locked onto her big, tan ass, which shook gently with each of his slow thrusts. Her thong was pulled to the side again, leaving room for his cock to slide back and forth, picking up the pace slowly but surely.

"Fuck, your ass is nice," he told his wife, unable to hold back his thoughts as her pussy addled his brain. She didn't seem to mind.

"I'm close," she encouraged him. "Fuck me hard," she said over her shoulder with a sexy grin. Her eyes were half-closed as she savored the pleasure he was pumping into her.

Pat kept going, ramping up. He knew he couldn't cum just yet, so he had to find the right balance of giving his amazing wife what she needed without flooding her with his release.

"Ngh, ngh, ngh," she was grunting as he fucked her. Her ass, jiggling on each thrust of his hips, was hypnotizing. He could feel his balls churning, preparing to empty their contents for the second time that night.

"You feel so fucking good," he groaned. He felt like her pussy was trying to make him lose control, and desperately hung on, his slick rod pumping away while she groaned wordlessly beneath him.

"I'm cumming," she breathed. He barely heard her, but it's not like he needed to. Her hips bucked forward and he felt her reach back, rubbing her clit through wave after wave of pleasure. She was too damn hot, he thought, as he held on until the last possible moment.

***

Pat let out a sort of strangled gasp as she came down from her orgasm, and Steph knew this was it. She took his thrusts, his hips moving like a blur, slapping against her ass and thighs loudly as drove his need deep inside her. His movements grew erratic, his breathing labored. She could feel him tightening like a bowstring, the tension in his body growing too great.

"Cum for me, handsome," she groaned, hoping she was loud enough for him to hear. She never found out if he heard her or not, but if he didn't, he hadn't needed any encouragement. She felt her husband's perfect cock thrust deep inside her and hold there as his warm cum shot out into her pussy. His hands gripped her hips and pulled her ass back against him hard, as though he was trying to bury his load as deep as he could. Steph welcomed it, relishing in the feeling of her husband filling her with the physical manifestation of his love.

When he was finally spent, she felt him slide out of her and collapse onto the couch behind her. She pulled her bikini back over her pussy to stop any excess cum from getting on the cushions, then sat next to him, pulling her thighs together and putting her head on his shoulder. She listened to his heavy breathing while he recovered, feeling content. Still, she thought...

***

"Wow," Pat said to his wife. "That was the best sex we've had in a while."

"And to think, you're not done yet," she giggled. He looked at Steph in awe again. "What?" she asked innocently.

"Again?" he asked, incredulously. Steph smiled seductively and lifted his hand to her breast while she nodded.

"We'll call the kids and say goodnight first, but then yes. And probably again after that," she said with a grin.

***

Steph woke up the next morning feeling well and truly fucked. She'd gotten off a half-dozen more times and drained her husband's balls three more times, she remembered with a smile. Her seldom-used vibrator was resting on her nightstand, battery spent, and she could still feel Pat's cum in her pussy from when she'd woken him up in the early hours of the morning for another round.

She rolled over to look at her handsome husband while he slept, but found the bed empty besides herself. Confused, she glanced around before her eyes landed on the clock on her wall. That couldn't be right, she thought. It was noon already.

Steph scrambled out of bed, expecting to find the kids downstairs with her husband, and threw on a robe over her naked body. She ran down the stairs, embarrassed that she slept so late, only to find Pat sitting quietly in the living room, watching TV with a cup of coffee.

"Where are the kids?" she wondered aloud. Pat turned back and smiled at her.

"Good morning to you, too, sexy," he said with a soft smile. "I called your mom and told her we were still hungover. I paid for a ticket for her to take the kids to Disney for the day, since Tommy has a pass and Maria is free. Other than some teasing, she seemed happy we had fun yesterday."

"God, that was nice," she said as she sagged onto the couch next to him. Pat produced a thermos of coffee for her, and she sipped it gratefully. "I hope Charlie keeps Anna around. She and her friends reminded me of fun. Remember fun? Is it weird that I want us to party with them again?" she joked. Pat laughed.

"If it gets me another night like that?" he asked. "Absolutely not."

Author's note: I hope you liked the story! As always, your follows, reviews, comments, and feedback are greatly appreciated and extremely meaningful to an amateur writer like me. Please let me know what you think.

-Royal