Small sample of a possible longer story. Gonna wait for some feedback before fleshing it out.
Lucy and I walk down the park path, our Sunday ritual. Few years ago, she said “I do”, and now we have two beautiful children. The summertime park has people that stand shoulder to shoulder; the entire neighborhood!
There was fat Derek who mans the grill, Ms. Doughty from the kindergarten, the money changer Mr. Baltimore, and young Atticus playing with the fishes. While I gently hold Lucy’s hand like an envelope, she spreads out to cool down. But a cold gale blows and flips her skirt up to let Derek see her white panties wet with sweat. Lucy is slow to realize Derek has his eyes see through the translucent underwear, her unshaven pubes and small pussy exposed.
In desperation, I drag her skirt down only for the wind to flip the back and give Atticus his first boner with my wife’s butt. Flustered Lucy tries to keep the skirt down too, now the gale alternates to blow through the dress and show her pink nipples, with no bra.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/a6wd0p/summer_baby_exh_swing
**I decided to add more the story**
“You’re their Father, you have to go.” said Lucy. Two preschoolers, excited to go to school at night, smash into each other and start to cry. The wails stop only when Lucy ushers Peter and Olivia into the minivan.
“You were in Kuwait for the other parent-teacher nights, you have to go this time. Are you sure there’s not something else in your mind?” Lucy’s eyes, usually angelic, coldly examine my face for a tell.
I get into the car, as did Lucy next to me. I can’t take my mind off of the park. Everyone saw her naked, my wife. Olivia pipes up, asking for movies, and I tell her it’s a five minute drive.
At the Kindergarten, Lucy leads Peter quietly to his homeroom while I yank Olivia from her seat. Restless the entire walk, we sit next to the other families for our turn.
“If you be quiet, I’ll buy a new movie tomorrow!” I hiss. Joy, but also intrigue spark in her eyes. Devious kid. Lucky there aren’t familiar faces in this room.
Derek’s kid is friends with Peter, they’re in the same class, so Lucy must be with them. While Olivia takes by me, Peter and Lucy are the shy type. I can imagine spend them the entire time alone in that room. That is, unless Derek spots them. His family would keep good company, and Derek would break ice with a question about what color panties Lucy put on today.
It’s just bad luck for my wife’s skirt to flip, even worse for Derek of all people to see. I cross my arms just thinking about how much he loves to joke around. Maybe when he asks how Peter’s doing in class, a hand could slip in between Lucy’s thighs for a squeeze. His ugly wife is the type to encourage this.
“Abbott family?” Ms. Doughty, the blonde girl calls us up. Olivia and I enter the adjacent room, and I do my best to fit myself in the tiny seats. Across the small desk, Emily assembles some papers and looks me square in the face. We exchange pleasantries and discuss Olivia’s performance, how I need to reinforce the idea that she must have a hand raise before she speaks. Our conversations turns to an upcoming school dance and Emily brings up old memories.
“Remember when you asked me out?” Emily said with her glazed eyes.
I first met Emily back in college before Lucy and I married. A Wisconsinite, she’s built like a cow. Don’t tell anyone I said that. Breasts bigger than Lucy’s, a pale gold mane with uniquely supply, creamy skin. Some would say chubby, but she didn’t have a gut. My Italian doll Lucy’s charms came in her dark brown bangs and sharp blue eyes. Lucy’s an espresso, Emily’s a milkshake.
“I remember you dine and dived!” We both chuckle while Olivia tunes out of discussion, no longer in the hotseat.
“Patrick and I would love to have you and Lucy over for dinner sometime, it’s been too long!”
“We should Emily, we should talk more then, catch up on old times!” Emily writes up her phone number as we exit. I want to meet again soon.
Outside the school while I listen to Olivia babble about the best gummi bear, I hear Derek.
“Hey buddy! Don’t forget your wife, she might go home with me by accident! “He jokes. Derek waddles over with his fat arms over two wives. Derek heaves out of, his skin red and porous yet not sweaty at all.
“Hi honey, look who I met at the conference.” Said Lucy nervously. She takes the opportunity escape Derek but isn’t so lucky.
“Hey Peter, be sure to tell your Papa about how you’re doing in Math. No so good!”
After some banal chitchat, we dismiss Derek and retreat home. Just before we turn of the lights to sleep, I float to Lucy the idea of an adult playdate with Emily and her husband.
“Yes!” This is the first in years for us, as introverted Lucy is, she’s loves fancy dinners.