Chapter 1: New Friends
The air in the living room was thick with the kind of anticipation that made your skin tingle. The kind that made you acutely aware of every breath, every shift of fabric against skin.
Hannah and Maisie sat close, their bodies angled toward each other on the deep sofa, their knees brushing, their laughter weaving together like two threads of something electric. The multiple bottles of Prosecco had loosened them both, but not enough to dull the sharp, hungry edge of what they were doing here.
Hannah had connect with Maisie on a dating app and the two had been chatting for a few weeks, their conversations turning more and more flirty as the days had gone on.
Hannah had always been bi-curious and her fantasies about being with another woman had only grown since marrying her husband, Max, who was nothing but encouraging of her long harboured desires.
It was him, after a night of drinking, that had persuaded her to join the dating site where she had matched with Maisie, and Hannah, although initially reluctant, had been clear from with Maisie from the outset, she Wanted to find another women to have a threesome with her and her husband, with her being their centre of their attentions.
Maisie had been more than happy to oblige Hannah’s request, she herself openly bisexual and had been excited to be Hannah’s first.
Everyone knew why they were there that evening and Hannah and Maisie’s conversations over the previous few weeks ensured the atmosphere was relaxed and fun when the evening finally arrived.
That didn’t mean that Hannah wasn’t still nervous, but they were a good type of nerves, the kind that made her heart race and her skin feel like it was burning with anticipation.
She had spent the afternoon getting ready for Maisie and both of them were wearing sexy lingerie under their dresses ready for the evening of fun ahead.
As the pair sat close on the sofa, the alcohol and the tension between them had made the air feel charged, like the moment before a storm. Maisie’s fingers had been tracing idle patterns on Hannah’s thigh, her touch light but deliberate. Maisie had leaned in, her breath warm against Hannah’s ear, her voice a low, teasing purr.
“You’re nervous,” Maisie murmured, her lips brushing the shell of Hannah’s ear. “I can tell.”
Hannah’s breath hitched, her fingers tightening slightly. “Maybe a little.”
“Don’t be,” Maisie whispered, her voice dripping with confidence. “We’re all here for the same reason,” Maisie reassured her, “we can take it slow,” her fingers trailing thigh, her touch feather-light but electric.
Max sat watching his wife and Maisie chatting and flirting, both of them edging closer and closer to each other as the evening wore on, their chemistry undeniable.
He couldn’t believe how lucky he was to be sharing his evening with the two beautiful women, especially with what was planned.
Both were exactly his type, which also just so happened to be Hannah’s type, with their long blonde hair, very curvy and voluptuous bodies, and huge natural tits. It was almost as if they were twins, both beautifully feminine and seductive, their bodies made for sin.
He watched as Maisie’s hand moved higher up Hannah’s thigh, her fingers brushing the hem of Hannah’s dress, his eyes dark and hungry.
Hannah could feel the heat radiating from Maisie’s body, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps as she felt Maisie’s hand on her skin, her touch sending shivers down her spine.
The ball of nerves in her stomach had grown into a tight, hot knot, her pussy throbbing with anticipation as the two woman caught each others gaze, their eyes locking, the moment stretching out between them, the tension palpable.
It felt so natural, so instinctive as both of them leaned in, their lips meeting in a soft, hesitant kiss. Hannah’s breath catching in her throat as Maisie’s tongue slipped between her lips, warm and teasing, almost tentative as it flicked against Hannah’s before retreating.
It was enough to send a jolt of electricity straight to Hannah’s core, her pussy clenching around nothing, aching for something to fill it.
Maisie’s hand on her thigh tightened, her fingers digging into the soft flesh as she pulled back slightly to gauge Hannah’s reaction, their eyes meeting again, a silent question passing between them.
Hannah answered it with a soft moan, her eyes fluttering closed as she leaned in, capturing Maisie’s lips again, this time with more urgency, more pressure. Her tongue meeting Maisie’s in a soft, passionate dance, their bodies pressing closer, their breaths coming faster, hotter.
Maisie’s hand on Hannah’s thigh moved higher, slipping under the hem of her dress as the two shared and intimate, intense kiss, like they were starving for each other, their tongues tangling, their lips moving in a slow, sensual rhythm.
The sight of his wife kissing another women was intoxicating, Max’s cock hardening in his boxers as the sound of their lips softly smacking, the subtle wet sounds of their tongues playing together, filled the room.
The feel and taste of another woman’s lips on hers, soft, delicate, exciting, made Hannah’s head spin, her mind a haze of pleasure and anticipation.
She could feel Maisie’s hand sliding higher and higher, her fingers gliding over the soft, sensitive flesh of Hannah’s inner thigh as it progressed, tracing delicate circles, her touch electric, causing her to moan softly into Maisie’s mouth as the hem of her dress rode higher.
Maisie took advantage, deepening their kiss, practically pinning Hannah to the sofa as her soft, curvy body pressed against her, their tongues intertwining, urgent, hungry and intense.
It felt like Hannah’s first kiss all over again, heart racing, stomach fluttering, every nerve ending on fire, but this time, there was no hesitation, no awkwardness. Just pure, unadulterated desire.
Maisie’s fingers found the edge of Hannah’s black, lacy crotchless teddy, tracing the edge of the lace, teasing her, making her squirm. Hannah could feel the wetness between her legs, her pussy throbbing, aching.
She wanted Maisie’s hand there, wanted to feel her fingers sliding through her slick folds, teasing her clit, her pussy lips swollen and wet, desperate for attention. She could feel her own arousal dripping down her inner thighs, her body betraying her desire, her arousal growing with every second that Maisie’s fingers lingered on the edge of her teddy.
Maisie pulled back slightly, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps, her eyes dark and hungry as she looked at Hannah. Hannah’s eyes were heavy-lidded, her lips swollen from their kisses, her body trembling with need.
“Fuck, you taste so good,” Maisie whispered, her voice rough with desire. “I can’t get enough of you.”
Hannah moaned softly, her fingers tangling in Maisie’s long blonde hair, pulling her closer, their lips crashing together again as Maisie’s hand now progressed past the lace edge, her finger tips, finally, brushing against Hannah’s slick, swollen pussy lips.
Maisie’s touch was tentative at first, feather-light as they explored, teasingly, her fingers sliding through Hannah’s wet folds, spreading her arousal, making her gasp and moan into Maisie’s mouth.
“You’re so fucking wet,” Maisie murmured, her voice a low, husky growl as she pulled back again slightly, her eyes locked onto Hannah’s, watching her reaction as she slowly, deliberately grazed her clit.
Hannah’s breath hitched, her hips bucking slightly as she felt Maisie’s fingers brush against her sensitive, swollen nub, a jolt of pleasuring shooting through her, making her gasp, her body arching off the sofa as she tried to press herself into Maisie’s touch.
“Oh, fuck,” Hannah groaned, her fingers digging into Maisie’s shoulders, her nails leaving crescent marks on her skin as she tried to hold herself steady, her body trembling with the intensity of the sensation.
Maisie’s lips curved into a wicked, satisfied smile as she watched Hannah’s reaction, her fingers returning to her clit and beginning to circle it in slow, deliberate motions, her touch firm but gentle, teasingly soft and slow, making Hannah’s breath come in ragged gasps.
She spread her legs wide, desperate and inviting, eager for more, her body aching for release, her pussy throbbing with need as the two stared into each others eyes.
It was so fucking sexy and intimate, Maisie staring deep into her eyes as she continued to tease her clit, Hannah also feeling slightly vulnerable and exposed as Maisie’s touch caused her to squirm and moan in front of her.
Maisie knew exactly how to tease her, how to build the tension and make her body ache for more, her fingers slow and deliberate, her touch firm and steady, just enough to make Hannah ’s breath catch, her body tense, her pussy clench, but not enough to send her over the edge.
Hannah’s hips were moving in time with Maisie’s fingers, her body seeking more friction, more pressure, her moans growing louder, more insistent as she chased her release.
Maisie’s eyes were locked onto Hannah’s, watching her every reaction, her own breath coming in short, sharp gasps as she watched Hannah’s body respond to her touch. She could feel her own pussy throbbing, her underwear soaked through, her clit aching for its own attention.
Hannah’s eyes fluttered closed as she lent forward, her lips seeking Maisie’s, whose grin widening as she leant in to meet her, their lips crashing together, their tongues tangling together in a frenzied, urgent dance.
Max could see Hannah’s chest heaving, her tits bouncing slightly as she moaned into Maisie’s mouth, her hands gripping Maisie’s shoulders, her nails digging as she rocked her hips, her pussy clenching desperately.
He could see how turned on she was, how much she was enjoying Maisie’s touch and she looked so fucking sexy, her body flushed and writhing with pleasure, exactly what he had wanted for her and more.
He wanted to see her come, wanted to see her face as she reached her climax, wanted to see her body shudder and shake as she gave herself over to the pleasure.
Max’s cock throbbed painfully in his boxers, the sight of Hannah and Maisie together driving him wild, his own arousal growing with every second. He wanted to be a part of it, wanted to watch them, wanted to see them together, their bodies intertwined, their pleasure shared but he wanted Hannah to have this, wanted her to explore her fantasies and desires without him getting in the way.
He had the perfect view, Hannah’s legs spread wide, her prefect pretty pussy exposed and displayed by the crotchless teddy, her dress ridden up round her waist.
He could see the way Maisie’s fingers were working Hannah’s swollen, sensitive clit, her glistening arousal coating her pussy lips, engorged and a deep pink.
The combination of their kissing and Maisie’s expert touch was pushing Hannah closer and closer to the edge. She couldn’t believe she was actually doing this, finally acting on her fantasies and feeling the touch of another woman. It was so much more intense than she had imagined, her body responding in ways she had never experienced before.
She felt so alive, so desired and turned on, her pussy throbbing and begging for release.
Knowing Max was watching her, watching Maisie touch her, seeing her body respond so desperately, only heightened her arousal. She knew he would be rock hard, the evidence of his own desire, and because of her. It spurred her on, made her feel even more sexy, more desired, more powerful and her body writhed and bucked against Maisie's touch as thought about it.
Maisie’s fingers slid through her slick folds, her thumb replacing the firm, steady, circling pressure on her clit, her fingers now teasing her entrance, dipping inside, just then tips, before retreating, making Hannah gasp and moan into her mouth as Maisie starting to nibble and bite at her bottom lip.
Hannah instinctively pressed her hips forward, desperate to feel Maisie’s fingers deeper inside of her, to feel them filling her.
“Mmmm, greedy little slut,” Maisie murmured against Hannah’s lips, her voice laced with amusement and desire as she allowed her fingers to slip slightly further into Hannah’s wet, needy pussy.
Hannah groaned as she felt Maisie’s fingers start to
stretch her, her body tensing slightly at the unfamiliar feeling, her pussy clenching around Maisie’s fingers, her body trying to adjust to the intrusion.
Maisie’s eyes were locked onto Hannah’s, watching her every reaction, her own breath coming in short, sharp gasps as she slowly, deliberately, began to fuck Hannah with her fingers, her touch firm and steady.
“Oh, fuck,” Hannah groaned, her head falling back, her eyes fluttering closed as Maisie’s fingers slid deeper inside of her, her pussy clenching around them, her body aching for more.
Maisie could feel Hannah’s pussy squeezing around her fingers, her body tensing and relaxing as took them deeper and deeper, her thumb still grinding into her clit.
“You like that don’t you baby? You like having another woman’s fingers inside your tight little cunt?” Maisie whispered, her voice low and dirty, her eyes locked onto Hannah’s as she continued to fuck her pussy with her fingers.
“Yes,” Hannah gasped, her body arching off the sofa, her fingers digging into Maisie’s shoulders, as she held on for dear life, her body writhing with pleasure.
“Mmm your wife is a little bisexual slut, isn’t she?” Maisie purred as her eyes flicked over to Max, her voice dripping with satisfaction as she continued to finger fuck Hannah, her fingers sliding in and out of her tight pussy with a wet, sucking sound.
Hannah groaned, her body tensing in response to Maisie’s words. There was something about being called a bisexual slut by another woman, a woman whose fingers were buried inside of her, that sent a wave of heat surging through her core.
It was a mix of shame and excitement, a taboo thrill that made her pussy clench tighter around Maisie’s fingers, something that didn’t go unnoticed.
“Oh you like being called a bisexual slut do you,” Maisie
teased, her voice a low, sultry purr as she continued to fuck Hannah with her fingers, her thumb still grinding into her clit, her pace quickening, her touch growing more insistent.
Hannah could only moan in response, her body writhing with pleasure, her hips bucking in time with Maisie’s fingers, her body chasing the release that was so close she could taste it.
”Look at you,” Maisie whispered, “all that pent up lesbian desire finally getting unleashed. Finally getting what you need, you’re fucking dripping all over my fingers.”
Hannah could feel the heat rising in her cheeks, her body flushing with embarrassment and arousal as Maisie’s filthy words sent a jolt of electricity straight to her clit.
”You like that, don’t you?” Maisie teased, her fingers curling inside Hannah’s pussy, finding that spot that made her see stars. “You like being a dirty little bisexual slut for me.”
”Yes,” Hannah gasped, her body arching off the sofa as she edged closer and closer to the brink.
Her breath was coming in short, sharp, ragged gasps, her body trembling with the intensity of the sensation, her pussy clenching around Maisie’s fingers, her body desperate for release.
Maisie could feel Hannah’s body tensing, her pussy squeezing around her fingers, her body preparing for its climax. She knew Hannah was close, could feel it in the way her body was moving, in the way her breath was coming in short, sharp gasps.
”Come for me like a good girl,” Maisie whispered, her voice low and dirty, her fingers curling inside Hannah’s pussy, her thumb grinding into her clit, her pace quickening, her touch growing more insistent.
“Come all over my fingers like the desperate bisexual slut you are. You want another women to make you come don’t you, Hannah, you’ve wanted it for a long time,” she teased , her fingers pumping in and out of Hannah’s tight, wet pussy, her thumb grinding into her clit in slow, deliberate circles. Hannah’s body arched off the sofa, her breath coming in sharp, ragged gasps as she tried to hold herself back, but it was no use. The pleasure was too intense, too overwhelming.
”Fuck…YES….Fuck….kiss me, kiss me,” Hannah begged, her voice raw and desperate, her body trembling with the force of her impending orgasm.
Maisie obliged, her lips crashing down onto Hannah’s, her tongue thrusting into her mouth with a ferocity that matched the way her fingers were now fucking Hannah’s pussy. Hannah moaned into the kiss, her body shuddering as Maisie’s fingers curled inside her, hitting that perfect spot that made her toes curl and her vision blur.
Hannah kissed her back, hard and desperate, her tongue tangling with Maisie’s, her hips bucking wildly as her orgasm finally crashed over her, her body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure washed through her.
She groaned loud and deep as her pussy clenched and unclenched around Maisie’s fingers, the pleasure rippling through her, toes curled, body shuddering and shaking as she came hard, her orgasm so intense it felt like it was pulling her apart.
“Oh my god, fuck, fuck, fuck,” Hannah panted, her body still trembling as she tried to catch her breath, her fingers clutching at Maisie’s shoulders, her nails digging into her skin, her body still writhing with the aftershocks of her climax.
Maisie’s fingers were still buried deep inside her, her thumb still grinding against Hannah’s swollen clit, her lips still pressed against Hannah’s, their bodies still moving together, their pleasure still shared.
It was the single hottest thing that Max had ever witnessed, seeing his wife reacting to Maisie’s teasing words with such raw, unadulterated desire, so turned on, her true desires about her bisexuality exposed and laid bare, so aroused by being teased and called a dirty little bisexual slut that she had cum harder than he had ever seen her cum before.
His cock throbbed and ached in his boxers and he had worried he might have cum in his pants when Hannah has reacted so intensely to Maisie’s teasing and touch.
He knew he had to get involved, couldn’t just sit and watch any longer, his own desire too great, too urgent.