Based on an actual tweet. Go for it.

Esta es una de las tantas historias que me sucedieron hace algunos años atrás, cuando Martín y yo recién comenzábamos en este mundo. Hoy ya soy una Hotwife orgullosa 💋

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Martín abrió la puerta del baño y comenzó a desvestirse de forma cotidiana. Dejó la ropa dentro de un canasto que compartía con Florencia, entre toallas y alguna sábana. Se quedó en bóxer y se miró al espejo. Era un mueble amplio, estilo tocador con tres puertas, donde la imagen le llegaba hasta la cintura.

Tenía un cuerpo promedio: medía 1,83 m y su contextura era más bien delgada. Se notaba que había hecho ejercicio en otros tiempos —quedaban algunos músculos en los hombros y el pecho—, pero ahora estaba fuera de forma. Al verse, pensó cuánto había cambiado en los últimos años; se había dejado estar, y se preguntó si seguiría gustándole de la misma forma a Flor.

Florencia y Martín eran una pareja joven: ella tenía 27 y él 32. Era bajita —apenas 1,57 cm—, con pelo rubio y ojos azules muy claros. Tenía una pancita plana, levemente curvada hacia adelante, que rompía en unas caderas anchas y una cintura delgada y atlética por genética. Sus tetas eran naturales, grandes, con poca caída y bien armadas, perfectas para el tamaño de su cuerpo y para que las manoseen. Y si eso ya era mucho, sus piernas y su culo formaban un conjunto letal: un culito armado con una proporción perfecta que se tragaba cualquier bombacha u obligaba a la bikini a exhibirse al límite, uniéndose a unas piernas torneadas que parecían no tener fin. Florencia era una bomba, el tipo de chica por el que volteás sí o sí cuando estás esperando el semáforo en el auto: aunque tengas a tu mujer al lado, preferís ver ese culito caminar y jugarte la cagada a pedos después.

Los primeros años, cuando viajaban a la costa, Martín notaba cómo los hombres vivían mirándole el orto a Flor y no había nada que hacer: eran tantos, todo el tiempo, que o te acostumbrabas como ella o te vivías cagando a trompadas con todos. Martín aceptó que así sería, no había otra opción; incluso llegaron a bromear sobre esto. Ella, pícaramente, cuando notaba que un grupo de hombres la había comido con la mirada mientras tomaba sol junto a Martín, al pasar al lado soltaba un:

—¿Así, mi amor? ¿O me abro más? —dijo entre risas, mientras arqueaba la espalda exponiendo su culo de forma todavía más gráfica, haciendo que se vea muy claramente por dónde pasaba bien adentro la bikini.

Tras varios años saliendo con Flor, Martín se acostumbró a lidiar con esto y con las cargadas de sus amigos. Flor había demostrado con los años que, además de ser una mujer que estaba muy buena, era alguien en quien podía confiar; jamás había notado nada raro y ella siempre le demostró lealtad.

Decidió no darle más vueltas al asunto y arrojó su bóxer al canasto cuando vio algo que le llamó la atención. Los pensamientos frente al espejo no hicieron más que añadirle sorpresa a este hallazgo.

Dentro del canasto había una tanga. Era de Flor, eso estaba claro, pero ella no usaba tangas: esta era nueva y diferente. Normalmente usaba colaless anchas de microfibra, de esas prácticas y cómodas que no se marcan con los jeans; cero eróticas, cero pensadas para una noche de pasión. Florencia siempre se quejaba de que las tangas eran incómodas, que prefería sentir tela más fina que no apriete demasiado y se amolde al cuerpo. Pero esta prenda no respetaba ninguna de esas ideas. Era una tanga negra, muy pequeña, de encaje: casi un triángulo con elásticos que por detrás se juntaba en otro triángulo, esta vez liso. La parte que sostenía la conchita era pequeña y de tela elastizada. Al tocarla, Martín notó la humedad entre sus dedos y, de forma automática, se los llevó a la nariz: sin ninguna duda olía a su mujer. El golpe de su olor le estalló en los pulmones, mezclando su perfume con su propia humedad caliente. Esto le despertó el miembro lentamente. Inhaló, llenando los pulmones una última vez de ese olor tan rico, y se metió a la ducha.

A Martín le gustaba ducharse con agua caliente y poco a poco el vapor lo fue desanudando. Repasó en sus adentros las tareas que le quedaban en el día, aprovechó para cepillarse los dientes y tampoco tuvo problemas en mear allí mismo. Al cabo de unos minutos, el recuerdo de la tanga volvió a su cabeza. «Qué raro», pensó… «Debe ser que Flor ya no quiere llevar esas bombachas anchas y lisas, quizás quiere verse con ropa más sexy y ya. ¿Por qué me preocupa? Es que nunca le vi esa tanga, jamás la usó conmigo, aunque debe ser nueva… Pero Flor no es así, a ella le gusta hacerse la puta conmigo, sabe que me gusta este tipo de ropa, ¿y no vino a modelarme un poco? Qué sé yo, hay tantas posibilidades, es cualquiera pensar tanto». No fue hasta que comenzó a imaginar cómo le quedaría esa tanga a su novia que empezó a olvidar lo malo de aquellos pensamientos.

Tocan la puerta y, sin esperar respuesta, se abre y entra Flor.

—Martín, ¿cuánto te falta? Caro me dijo de salir a tomar algo con las chicas y me quiero dar una ducha rápida antes de ir —dijo en un tono apurado.

—Ya salgo, mi amor. ¿Qué tal estuvo la vete? —preguntó Martín con la pija en la mano, apoyándose en la pared mientras el agua caliente le caía en la espalda y, con la mano libre, empezaba a masturbarse lentamente.

Del otro lado de la cortina se escuchó cómo Flor abría el cierre del pantalón para bajárselo y sentarse en el inodoro a hacer pis.

—Bastante tranquilo, demasiado. Casi no tuvimos pacientes, no suele pasar. A la mañana le dimos el alta a dos perros: uno atropellado, pobrecito, que tenía una de las patas de adelante rota —Galil se llamaba, un ovejero negro, te hubiera encantado—, y el otro no tenía raza, venía con infección urinaria y estaba un poco jodido, así que le dimos el alta temprano. ¿Vos qué tal, gordo?

Martín estaba caliente. Nunca había dejado la práctica, pero ese día se sorprendió al darse cuenta de cuánto le calentaba la idea de su novia perfecta con la lencería que más olor a sexo emane. Era una idea que crecía al mismo tiempo que se tocaba sin que ella lo supiera. Sin darle importancia a la pregunta, le soltó:

—¿Y hoy qué tenías puesto?

—¿Puesto? ¿Querés saber qué me puse hoy? Jajaja, podés mirarme y sacarte la duda, ¿no?

—Le sacás la gracia, Flor. Contame, que me lo quiero imaginar.

—¿Estás caliente, Martín? —preguntó de forma juguetona.

—Capaz…un poco, pero es tu culpa, sabés.

—¿Y ahora qué hice yo? —dijo entre risas mientras tiraba de la cadena y se sacaba el resto de la ropa.

—Tenés una tanga nueva, muy chiquita. No sabía que ahora te gustaban así.

—¿Qué tanga, tonto?

—La nueva, esa de dos triángulos con elásticos. La dejaste en el canasto de la ropa sucia.

Hubo un pequeño momento de silencio en el que Flor pareció quedarse quieta.

—Ah, esa. Sí, la vi el otro día y me la pedí por internet. Es un conjunto en realidad: vino con un corpiño de encaje negro y un arnés. Te lo iba a mostrar, pero con el laburo se me pasó. Y cuando llegó me dio curiosidad si sería cómoda para el trabajo y dije «por qué no», así que me la puse y me fui así a la vete…shh, no le digas a mis pacientes perrunos.

—No son precisamente los perros lo que me preocupan

Flor apagó la luz del baño y abrió lentamente la cortina. Martín estaba muy caliente, su erección era cada vez más firme. Flor entró a la ducha y le dijo:

—Shh, no pasa nada, tampoco es que entran los clientes con sus perros y me bajan el pantalón para ver si tengo o no una tanga de trola, Martín —lo abrazó por detrás, apoyando su par de tetas calientes en su espalda baja.

Con la mano derecha fue bajando por su abdomen hasta manotearle la pija y continuar ella misma la tarea que su novio había comenzado. Lo conocía bien y sabía exactamente cómo le gustaba; él se lo había contado con detalles durante los años y ella había aprendido bien.

—Uy, Flor —dijo él, retorciéndo las piernas por la calentura, intentando aguantar—. Menos mal que tus clientes no te bajan los pantalones para que los atiendas —dijo entre dientes, casi pidiendo por favor.

—No sé…con el culo que tengo, si me bajaran los pantalones para eso, más de uno me traería el perro todos los días. Estaría llena…

—¿Llena de qué, Florencia?

Could be a dare, heat of the moment, penalty or forfeit at various public places.

Can be combined with other kinks, like bondage, ENF or exhibitionism.

Using this as a practice for my erotica writing, so please pardon me if it's not up to standard and do give me constructive feedback.

Cheers~

Original Prompt!

Author's Note: Small confession, I wrote this in its entirety BEFORE googling “One Night Only” and realising it was a film… so… the story has nothing to do with that, but I hope you enjoy all the same!

The fighting had not really been all that fierce. As far as regime's went, it had been rather pathetic in the end. The Chancellor had tried to take the country in a direction it had not particularly wanted to go, and he had not secured the support of the military when he did so. So it was perhaps not so surprising when the country rose up in revolt against him. With the utter lack of loyalty he'd inspired, the fighting had been contained almost completely to the Capitol and even then, not all of the national police assigned to his protection detail had stayed to fight. But there had still been a shootout, and Andrei had been lightly wounded- a bullet grazing his leg in the final moments of the fighting. Subsequently, his squad had paused on their way to capital square, just long enough for their Medic, Ivan, to bandage his leg.

“You’re a lucky son of a bitch, you know that?” Ivan said with a smirk as he tied the dressing off. He had been lucky, the bullet had nicked him, and far enough from his arteries that the bleeding had not been bad at all. But it didn't pay to let his squadmates right off his injury that easily.

“Lucky!” Andrei protested loudly, “Which of you will be limping around the celebrations while the rest of you drink and dance the night away!” he exclaimed, gesturing wildly. But the grin on his face robbed his words of any real impact. In truth, it was going to be nice to have an excuse to sit back and relax while his friends wore themselves out. He may not be seriously injured, but he was still tired.

The van pulled up at the edge of the square and simply from the noise rolling down the street, Andrei could tell that a party the likes of which the country hadn't seen in years was currently brewing in capitol square. The regime had banned alcohol, dancing, public gatherings… and a laundry list of of other everyday activities. It sounded like tonight the people were planning on enjoying every damn one of those previously prohibited proclivities. What Andrei hadn't quite been expecting, when Ivan pushed open the back door in the van, was the sight that greeted them all.

As expected, wine was in abundance, loud music blared and people danced in groups and as couples but… in smaller groups here and there, they were fucking!!

“Unmarried Sex” Ivan said, realisation dawning on his face, “Last month, they added unmarried sex to the proscription list, I suppose they’re protesting” he explained out, a grin spilling across his features. 

“Long live the Revolution!” Andrei cheered jokingly and retrieved his crutch from the back of the van. His squad stayed with him until they reached the edge of the crowd, but Andrei could tell they were itching to join in the festivities. “Go!” he chided them, pushing Ivan towards the crowd with a smile on his face, “So long as one of you brings me a bottle of something half decent to drink before you abandon me, I won't hold it against you” he said with a laugh. His friends hovered long enough to be polite, Ivan returning with a fine bottle of some hard liquor within moments before they melted away, losing themselves to the crowd. Andrei for his part, limped his way to where a grand set of stairs gave him a good view over the crowd. He took a long drink, before lowering himself to the stairs and sighing with relief. But he wasn't alone for long. 

He didn't spot her until she had almost left the crowd, a bottle of wine in her hand as she ascended the few stairs Andrei had climbed. She was tall, young and exceptionally beautiful. Her hair was platinum blonde and hung loosely just past her shoulders, she wore a set of work stained coveralls which were unzipped to the waist, the soft swell of her breasts hidden only by a sports bra. She looked like a mechanic or maybe a factory work who had come straight from work, but the lack of preparation didn't make her look any less attractive, if anything it made her look more… real. She had opened her mouth to speak when her eyes fell upon his bandaged leg and a frown crossed her face, “You’re wounded?” she asked, sounding concerned.

“Gunshot wound” he replied easily, but when her frown deepened, he put up a hand to reassure her, “Not serious, and already seen to” he explained and her expression eased a little. 

“I was going to ask what you were doing up her all alone, see if you wanted a drink…” she said, hesitating only a moment before finishing, “But I think you’ve answered my question.”

Andrei smiled, “Alas, I'll be no good for dancing for a week or two” he said, expecting that would be the end of it and she'd shortly be returning to the party below. But to his surprise, she ascended the last few stairs and sat beside him, far too close for casual company and his eyebrows rose in shock.

The woman smiled at his reaction, “What? You expect me to let a hero like yourself sit by himself?” she asked, “I take it you were involved” she added, “It is too much a coincidence to find you here tonight with a gunshot wound to your leg, less than an hour after the fighting is finished.

Andrei shrugged, he didn't like to boast, but he also didn't want to give this mysterious woman a reason to leave him alone.

“Good! Then let me thank you properly” she murmured softly, and all of a sudden she was leaning forward, and they were kissing. Later, Andrei couldn't have recalled how it happened. But the next thing he knew, her hands were on his chest, and he could feel her heavenly soft breasts pressing against his side as she kissed him passionately, their tongues dancing between them.

Much earlier than Andrei would have liked, she pulled away and stood up, “No no no, this will not do” she said, and Andrei must have looked more disappointed at her opinion of his kissing skills than he let on because she laughed, “Not you my darling, it is not enough, a hero like you? Deserves more.”

Before he could get a word in edgewise, she was slipping down the steps and a moment later, was lost in the crowd. Andrei stared after her, stunned. He shook himself,  and checked his wound.. Still tightly bandaged, so it was unlikely that she’d been a blood loss induced hallucination and… he looked to his left and spotted the bottle of wine she’d been holding. The fact that it was still here meant she had definitely been real, but… why disappear? He was just beginning to feel sorry for himself when he spotted her again, but this time she had friends in tow.

There was three of them in all, the platinum blonde that had kissed him, a short curvy red-headed woman who was wearing  shorts and a crop top and a tall muscled brunette wearing a bikini top and work-pants. Andrei’s mouth fell open as they lined up in front of him, looking like a factory crew had decided to go partying halfway through their shift which… might not be too far from the truth.

“This is Tanya” the platinum blonde girl began, gesturing to the tall brunette, “Anna-” she continued, gesturing to the red-head, “-and I’m Yalena” she finished, giving him a half-curtsy, gripping the hanging sleeves of her half-discarded coveralls as if they were a dress. “We’d like to thank you for your service” she said, a devious smile growing on her lips. Andrei was stunned into silence, he’d never expected to get so lucky in his entire life and all he could manage was a nod. As one, the three of them stepped forward. Tanya, the tall brunette with strong looking muscles, walked around behind him and sat herself on the step above him, sitting with her legs spread to either side of him. He could feel her breasts press into his back as she curled her hands around his waist and tugged at his shirt. In a moment, his chest was bare, and her hands were feeling up his torso.

Yalena, the athletic blonde, sat next to him, and as if there had been no interruption, pressed her lips to his once more and kissed him. She placed her hands on his chest, pushing him back against Tanya. For a moment, Andrei was worried they might fall back, but Tanya was like a rock, holding the three of them steady as Yalena’s tongue invaded his mouth and Andrei couldn’t help but moan in reply, his hands hanging limply by his side as he struggled to keep apace of events. As Yalena began to make out with him, pressing her chest against his, Tanya’s mouth dragged against his neck and she began to leave a trail of spit as she kissed up and down his neck. Not to be left out of the fun, Anna, the red-head who had just been watching the three of them so far, finally joined the fun.

At first, she merely busied herself with Andrei’s shoes, unlacing his heavy combat boots and pulling them free, but quickly she moved up his legs and with a practised effort, slid his belt free of the buckle. The red head tugged fiercely on his trousers, but they did not budge until Tanya’s hands squeezed him from behind and lifted his ass an inch or two off the steps and before Andrei knew what was happening, his pants  and underwear were sliding free of his hips and free of his legs entirely. He gave a soft grunt of pain as the movement jostled his wound, but the pain was quickly forgotten as he felt Anna’s hands on his raging erection.

Distantly, he heard Anna murmur something, before her lips were around his cock and he jerked in Tanya’s arms, moaning muffled curses into Yalena’s mouth. The blonde woman leant back and grinned at him, “Does that feel good my hero?” she asked softly, her words barely louder than a whisper. Behind them, Tanya snorted slightly at the ‘hero’ comment, but she didn’t stop kissing his neck.

“Fuck yes” he breathed, Anna bobbing back and forth fiercely. She’d only been at his cock for a few moments and she was already almost with her nose to his stomach. Yalena leant back to watch Anna for a moment and, sensing an audience, the red-headed slut reached for the hem of her crop top and pulled it over her heavy round tits, spilling them out of her practical bra and into the cool night air for Andrei to see.

“I think she wants you to touch them,” Yalena said with a giggle, and took one of Andrei’s hands in her own and pressed it to Anna’s chest. Her tits were heavenly, soft, heavy and perfect. He moaned and Anna smiled around his cock, taking him to the hilt as if to thank him for groping her. Andrei groaned, he could feel his orgasm rising. He didn’t want to cum yet, this was easily the best sexual experience of his life, and he didn’t want it to be over quite so quickly! But it didn’t seem as if the three of them were going to give him a choice.

“Just relax my love, cum for us” Yalena purred, and slipped down the stairs to join Anna between his legs. She let the red-head keep at his cock, but worked her way underneath her so she could take his balls into her mouth and sucked at them eagerly.

Andrei moaned, “Oh fuck, oh fuck I’m gonna-” he was cut off as Tanya took his chin in her hand and twisted his head to the side, he was putty in her strong hands and she forced her lips against his. His whole body trembled in her arms as Anna and Yalena teased his orgasm from him. Andre’s legs shook as Anna slipped off his cock, replacing her mouth with her hands as she stroked him fiercely, pumping every drop of his cum out and across her huge tits, smiling broadly up at him. Yalena for her part never stopped sucking, his balls sloppy and wet from her spit as Anna stroked him to completion. Andrei had never cum so hard in his entire life, and he lay panting in Tanya’s arms for a long moment. The girls didn’t seem to be in a hurry.

Anna still stroked his cock softly, as if trying to make sure that she hadn’t left even a drop behind. After a moment, Yalena let his balls slip from her mouth with a loud pop and began to quietly lick his cum from Anna’s chest, not satisfied until her entire chest was glistening softly as the street lights came on to light up the growing darkness. Tanya broke the kiss after a short while, when it became clear that Andrei was capable only of trying to gather his breath, his body still twitching with the aftershocks of pleasure in her arms. She continued to hold him tight, even as Yalena moved up the steps and tilted her head up to kiss the muscled woman, transferring a mouthful of cum to her mouth as well.

“Th-thank you” Andrei managed to say in a ragged gasp after a long while, “That was… that was amazing” he panted, trying to take them all in his gaze.

Anna giggled, Tanya smirked, and Yalena smiled softly down at him, “I can honestly say it was our pleasure” she replied, her pale skin practically glowing in the night. She took a marker from her pocket and squat down next to Andrei, scribbling a number on his bare arm, “Call me sometime?” she asked, and just like that, she straightened, making her way back down into the crowd below. Anna smiled up at him, winked, and scooped her large tits back into her top, straightening her outfit up as she too stood and followed Yalena. Finally, Tanya gently disentangled herself from him, looking back at him with a grin as she followed after her friends.

For a long moment, Andrei simply lay against the steps, buck naked and watched the crowd where the three young women had disappeared. It seemed the party was rapidly turning into more of an orgy, and the sounds of dancing were slowly transforming into the soft smack of flesh against flesh, and moans of pleasure. Still catching his breath, Andrei tugged on his underwear and was searching for his shirt when a voice called up to him from the edge of the crowd. It was a young woman, she was topless and from the look of her dark black hair, she appeared to have come from one of the areas of the crowd dominated more by fucking than dancing.

“Are you wounded?” the topless woman called up to him, concern evident on her face.

Andrei smiled to himself, Long Live the Revolution.

In the style of AskReddit answers, people (both men and women) talk about the time they experienced cfnm (clothed female, nude male) with family members.

These encounters can be accidental or casual, normal or sexual, embarrassing or humiliating or exciting...etc