Chapter 1: Stolen Touches & Spilled Wine
Hannah flopped onto the comfy sofa, rubbing her feet after an evening of drinking and dancing.
Willow, Hannah’s new colleague, settled down next to her whilst Hannah’s husband, Max, opened a bottle of Prosecco in the kitchen, returning quickly with 3 glasses and the remainder of the bottle, sitting down in an armchair opposite the two woman.
Willow was staying the night at theirs after a work party, living too far away to drive home.
Hannah and Willow had only known each other just over a month but the two of them had already become close, both with similar personalities, and looks.
Hannah had already admitted to her husband a week after she had first met Willow that she found her attractive and would be exactly the type of woman she would want to sleep with if she was ever confident enough to explore her long held bisexual curiosity.
Max therefore had been more than encouraging when Hannah suggested Willow stay the night after the party rather than booking a hotel, teasing Hannah about her crush and what a good “friend” she was offering Willow a place to stay.
Hannah had scoffed at his teasing, rolling her eyes exasperated, but her cheeks had flushed slightly pink, betraying her excitement at the thought of having Willow staying with them under the same roof.
As Max sat enjoying his drink, watching the two woman laughing and joking, he couldn’t help but notice a subtle underlying tension between them. He could tell that Hannah was trying to keep her attraction to Willow under wraps, but her eyes gave her away, lingering a little too long on Willow's lips, her neck, her cleavage as Max watched his wife.
Their conversation was relaxed and fun, but there was an edge of flirtation in it, both women touching each others arms and shoulders as they laughed, their eyes occasionally meeting and holding for a few seconds too long.
It didn’t take long before the conversation soon turned to relationships and sex but Hannah was caught off guard when Willow admitted that she had previously had relationships with woman and was openly bisexual.
Her eyes quickly darted to her husband, her cheeks slightly flushed at Willow’s admission, and Max smiled, giving Hannah a cheeky eyebrow raise.
Hannah rolled her eyes at him, her gaze quickly returning to Willow, but deep down Hannah felt a flutter of nervous excitement.
Obviously nothing was going to happen, she knew that, but knowing that Willow was bicurious and had been with a woman before made Hannah's heart race a little faster.
Max, not wishing to waste an opportunity to tease his wife, leaned forward in his armchair, his voice low and amused. "So, Willow, you’ve been with a woman before? That’s interesting. What type of woman do you go for?" He asked, his eyes flicking to Hannah and smiling.
Willow leaned back into the sofa cushions, her green eyes twinkling. "Oh, well, she was actually quite similar to Hannah,” she said, her gaze flicking to Hannah, who felt her cheeks grow hotter. “Curvy, pretty, with a dirty sense of humour,” she added, smirking.
“Interesting,” Max replied, his eyes flicking to his wife again. “So Hannah would be your type then?” He asked, a smirk playing on his lips.
Hannah looked back at him, her eyes widening slightly at his question as she stared back at him incredulously.
“Ignore him,” Hannah said, turning her attention quickly back to Willow, her voice slightly shaky, “he’s just being a man,” she said exasperated, trying to brush off her husband’s teasing.
“No it’s fine,” Willow said laughing, her eyes sparkling, “we’re all friends here,” she reasoned. “Yes,” she continued, her voice dropping slightly as she looked over at Max, “Hannah would probably be my type, if she wasn’t happily married….to a man,” she added, her eyes flicking to Hannah as she laughed, Hannah laughing to but hers slightly nervous, her eyes darting to Max again, dreading what he might say next.
“Well she is fucking hot,” Max said, his voice low and appreciative as he took another sip of his drink, smiling mischievously at Hannah who glared back at him, her eyes wide.
“You’ve always had a bit of a fantasy about sleeping with another woman, haven’t you babe?” Max said, his voice playful and teasing as he looked at Hannah who visibly squirmed in her seat, her cheeks flushing at his admission.
“Max!” Hannah exclaimed, her voice a mixture of shock and embarrassment at his words. “He’s winding me up,” Hannah tried to explain, her eyes darting back to Willow, who was watching her, “I just said I was curious,” Hannah added, her voice trailing off as she looked down at her glass, suddenly very interested in the bubbles rising to the surface.
Willow reached out and gently touched Hannah’s arm, her fingers lingering on Hannah’s soft skin. “It’s okay, really,” she said, her voice soft and reassuring. “I think it’s hot that you’re curious. And Max is right, you are fucking hot,” she added, her voice dropping slightly as she looked at Hannah.
”See,” Max said, smirking, “she thinks you’re hot too,” he added, his voice playful and teasing. “I thought we were all friends here,” he laughed.
”You’re a dick,” Hannah muttered, her eyes still downcast, but she couldn’t help but smile at her husband’s antics.
She knew he was just playing and couldn’t blame him for enjoying the banter, but she was still embarrassed that Willow had seen her reaction to his teasing.
Willow leaned forward, her green eyes sparkling with amusement as she reached across the sofa and gently took Hannah’s hand in hers. “I’m not here to judge,” she said, her voice low and warm. “And honestly, I think it’s sexy as hell that you’re curious. I can remember what that felt like,” she reassured her.”
Hannah’s breath hitched slightly as she felt Willow’s fingers intertwine with hers, the warmth and softness of Willow’s touch sending a shiver down her spine. “It’s just a bit embarrassing,” Hannah admitted, “especially being outed by my husband to someone we hardly know,” she added, rolling her eyes at Max who just grinned back at her.
“It more common than you’d think,” Willow reassured her, her hand still holding Hannah’s. “Plenty of women are curious or have fantasies about other women and never act on them,” she said, her voice soft and understanding. “But it sounds like you’re married to a man who would be more than supportive if you ever chose to explore that curiosity,” she added, her eyes flicking to Max, who was watching them intently, “so you shouldn’t be embarrassed,” she said, giving Hannah’s hand a reassuring squeeze.
“Oh I’m more than supportive,” Max laughed, “but I’m sorry babe, I was only teasing, I didn’t mean to embarrass you,” he said, his voice softening.
“Well thanks for outing me,” Hannah said dryly, still feeling a little embarrassed but secretly enjoying the attention from Willow.
Willow leaned forward, her green eyes sparkling with mischief. “I think it’s hot that you’re married to a man who’s so open about your desires,” she said, her voice low and teasing, “but he’s gonna get you into trouble one of these days,” she laughed.
Hannah’s heart raced as she looked back at Willow. She couldn’t ignore how many times Willow had already suggested how hot she found it that Hannah held bisexual curiosity, or that she had admitted to finding Hannah attractive and she felt herself blushing as she looked back at Willow, her fingers still intertwined with hers.
Willow’s thumb traced slow circles on the back of Hannah’s hand, her eyes never leaving hers. "You’re blushing," Willow smiled, her voice low and playful, “does it make you nervous?” She asked, “knowing that I find you attractive?” She added, her voice dropping slightly as she leaned in closer to Hannah, her eyes never leaving hers.
Hannah's breath caught in her throat at Willows question, her heart racing, butterflies churning in her stomach. “I-I don’t know,” she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper, her cheeks burning hotter than ever. She could feel her pulse throbbing in her neck, her body betraying her with a sudden, aching wetness between her thighs. “I guess it makes me feel…” she trailed off, her eyes flickering to Max who was watching them with an amused smirk.
Max leaned forward in his armchair, his voice low and teasing. “Go on, babe, say it. What does it make you feel?”
Hannah took a deep breath, her gaze returning to Willow.
Willow smiled, her green eyes darkening with desire. “Tell us, Hannah,” she said, her voice low and husky, her fingers still tracing slow circles on the back of Hannah’s hand. “What does it make you feel?”
Hannah swallowed hard, her cheeks burning slightly as she considered her answer. It was an odd sensation, being so vulnerable about her long held desires, whilst also being actively encouraged to voice them by both her husband, and a women that her husband knew she found attractive.
It was both terrifying and exhilarating, and Hannah felt a rush of adrenaline as she looked back at Willow, her heart pounding in her chest.
“It’s flattering I guess,” Hannah admitted, her voice barley above a whisper, “like knowing that someone like you finds me attractive,” she said, her eyes flicking to Max, who was watching them with a smirk, “but it’s also a bit overwhelming,” she added, her voice trailing off as she looked back at Willow.
Willow’s fingers tightened slightly around Hannah’s hand, her thumb still tracing slow circles on the back of her hand. “You don’t have to be overwhelmed,” she said, her voice soft. “Nothing needs to happen about it,” Willow reassured her, their eyes meeting, “I might not even by your type,” she added, smirking slightly.
“But honestly if you ever got the chance to explore, given Max is so up for it, I’d definitely recommend it,” she added, her voice dropping slightly and laughing, finally letting go of Hannah’s hand.
“You are my type,” Hannah practically blurted out, feeling slightly bereft at the loss of Willow’s touch. “I mean,” she continued, trying to sound more casual, “if I was ever to….you know, explore that more, you’d be…., I mean, you are my type,” Hannah finished, her voice trialing off, feeling suddenly awkward.
“Interesting,” Willow replied, looking over at Max. “Sounds like your wife has a thing for curvy girls with big tits, just like her husband clearly does,” she laughed, looking back at Hannah who was blushing furiously.
“And you’ve never wanted to explore your curiosity further?” Willow asked, the conversation now starting to flow a little more freely, despite the
initial awkwardness. Max was watching them with interest, his glass of Prosecco now empty, his eyes dark with desire.
Hannah shook her head, her cheeks still flushed. “No, I mean, I’ve thought about it, fantasized about it, but I’ve never actually done anything about it. We’ve watched porn and stuff,” Hannah admitted, looking over at her husband, “but I’ve never felt the need to... explore further.”
Willow nodded, her eyes never leaving Hannah's. “Well, that’s understandable. But it’s still a fantasy, right? Something you’d like to try, given the chance?”
Hannah bit her lip, her eyes flicking to Max, who was watching them intently.
His gaze was dark and hungry, his beard shadowed against his jawline, and she knew he was enjoying every second of this conversation. She could feel her body responding to the tension in the room, her nipples hardening beneath her thin sweater, her thighs pressing together slightly as she felt the damp heat between them.
Willow leaned forward, her auburn hair cascading over her shoulders, her green eyes locking onto Hannah’s. “I think you need to explore it,” Willow said, her voice low and confident. “I think you’d like it.”
Hannah’s breath hitched.
She could feel her pulse quickening, her body betraying her with the sudden, aching wetness between her thighs. The air in the room seemed to thicken as Willow continued to look at her.
Hannah’s heart pounded in her chest, her fingers twisting in the fabric of her dress.
She could feel Max’s gaze on her, heavy and intense, but she couldn’t look away from Willow. The air between them seemed to crackle with electricity, the tension palpable.
“With you?” Hannah asked nervously, her voice barely above a whisper, her eyes flicking to Max again, who was watching them with an intensity that made her stomach flutter.
Willow nodded, her eyes never leaving Hannah's. “Yes, with me,” she said, her voice low and confident, reaching out a hand and placing it on Hannah’s thigh, her fingers gently squeezing.
Hannah swallowed hard, her eyes flicking to Max and then back to Willow’s hand on her thigh, her heart still racing.
She knew Max wouldn’t interrupt now, wouldn’t stop this, whatever it was, from happening. He’d encouraged it, after all, but could she really do it, could she really explore her desires further, with Willow, a colleague, a woman she’d only known for a few weeks.
The idea was intoxicating, and terrifying, and Hannah felt a rush of nervous energy as she looked back at Willow, her heart now pounding in her chest.
Willow’s hand was still on her thigh, her fingers gently squeezing, her thumb tracing slow circles on the soft fabric of Hannah’s dress.
“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” Willow said, her voice soft and reassuring, her eyes never leaving Hannah’s. “But I think you want to,” she added, her voice dropping slightly, her eyes flicking to Max, who was still watching them intently.
”We both find each other attractive and your husband is clearly into it,” Willow added, her voice dropping further, her fingers still gently tracing slow circles on Hannah’s thigh, her thumb pressing slightly harder, making Hannah’s breath catch in her throat.
Hannah’s heart was racing, her body betraying her with a sudden, aching wetness between her thighs. She could feel her nipples hardening beneath her dress, her thighs pressing together tigher as she felt the damp heat pooling between them.
She looked over at Max, who’s eyes were dark and hungry as he waited for her response, his hand slowly stroking his beard, his gaze never leaving her.
Hannah took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest as she looked back at Willow, her eyes flicking to Willow’s hand on her thigh and then up to her face.
“I want to,” Hannah admitted, her voice barely above a whisper, her cheeks flushing with heat as she said the words out loud, “I’ve just never….” She trailed off, her eyes flicking to Max again for reassurance.
“How about just a kiss?” Willow suggested, her voice playful and encouraging, their eyes locked onto each other. “Just to see how it feels?” She added, her fingers still gently squeezing Hannah’s thigh.
Hannah’s heart pounded in her chest, her breath shallow as she considered Willow’s suggestion. She knew it was a dangerous game they were playing if anyone at work ever found out, but the thought of kissing Willow, of finally acting on her long-held curiosity, was too tempting to resist.
“Okay,” Hannah whispered, her voice barely audible, her eyes flicking to Max for his reaction, who was just grinning like a teenage boy.
Willow shimmed on the sofa closer to Hannah, her body turned to face her. Hannah couldn’t help but stare down at her Willows lips, full and inviting, her heart pounding in her chest.
She took a deep breath, trying to shrug off her awkwardness, this was supposed to be fun after all, a bit of harmless experimentation. She trusted Willow, and she knew Max would already have an erection at the mere thought of getting to watch her kiss another woman.
She stared into Willow’s eyes, more attracted to her now than ever, as her heart raced with anticipation. Willow leaned slowly towards her, her eyes never leaving Hannah’s, her lips parting slightly, as the nerves and excitement coursed through Hannah’s body.
Her eyes flicked to Max one last time and seeing them filled with hunger and a dark possessive desire, Hannah knew she was ready to take the plunge.
She closed her eyes, steeling herself, the anticipation inside her building to fever pitch as she waited for Willows lips to meet her. Her body was humming with nervous excitement, her heart pounding as she felt Willow’s breath on her lips, her hand sliding slighter higher up her thigh as the distance between them closed, her skin tingling beneath her dress at her touch.
Hannah’s breath hitched as she felt Willow’s lips, soft and tended brush against hers for the first time, her heart racing at the light, gentle contact. It was teasing, a mere whisper of a kiss, but it sent a jolt of electricity through Hannah’s body, her nipples hardening further, her pussy throbbing with need. She could feel the dampness between her thighs, her panties soaked with her arousal as she leaned into Willow’s touch, her lips parting slightly, inviting her in.
Willows lips brushed Hannah’s again, this time softly capturing Hannah’s bottom lip and sucking it gently, sending a wave of heat to her clit.
Hannah moaned softly, her body arching slightly towards Willow, her fingers instinctively curling into the fabric of her dress as she felt the softness of Willow’s lips on hers. Willow’s tongue teased the seam of her lips, her breath warm and intoxicating, and Hannah couldn’t help but moan again, her body responding to the intimate contact.
Max let out a low growl from his armchair, his fingers tightening around his glass as he watched the two women kiss. Hannah felt his gaze on her, hot and possessive, and it sent another jolt of excitement through her body.
“Fuck,” Max muttered, his voice low and rough, “that’s hot.”
Hannah’s breath hitched at the sound of her husband’s voice, her body responding to both Willow’s kiss and Max’s arousal.
Willows lips pressed harder against hers, her tongue slipping past Hannah’s lips, its touch against her own, tentative and fleeting, before retreating again, teasing and taunting as Willow pulled back slightly.
Hannah’s breath came in shallow gasps, her body trembling with anticipation, her fingers clutching at the fabric of her dress as she felt Willow’s lips start to nibble at her bottom lip, her teeth gently tugging at the soft flesh before she kissed her again, another soft, lingering press of the lips, Willow’s tongue again slipping inside to briefly tangle with Hannah’s, before retreating again, leaving Hannah wanting more.
“Fuck,” Hannah whispered breathily, their lips a millimetre apart, a jolt of electricity coursing through her every time their lips grazed one another, her nipples aching against the fabric of her bra, her pussy throbbing.
All Hannah’s nerves had evaporated now, replaced by a desperate, aching need for more. She leaned forward, her eyes still closed and felt her Willows lips meet hers again. She was past the point of hesitation now, this time their lips meeting in a more urgent, hungry kiss, their tongues immediately tangling together, exploring each others mouths, the soft smacking sounds of their lips and the wet, sloppy sounds of their tongues mingling together filling the room.
Max sat watching his wife with a hungry, possessive expression, his cock hard and straining in his trousers, twitching with every soft moan and smacking of lips that came from Hannah and Willow.
He knew he would enjoy watching his wife if she ever took the plunge to explore her bi-curiosity but seeing her like this, clearly so turned on kissing Willow was one of the hottest things he’d ever seen in his life.
Hannah looked so fucking beautiful, so vulnerable and yet so confident as she kissed Willow, her body arching towards her, her fingers now clutching at Willow’s shoulders, pulling her closer.
Her breath was coming in short, shallow gasps as she and Willow continued to kiss, the lips crashing together again and again, their tongues tangling in a slow, wet dance that sent a jolt of desire straight to Hannah’s clit.
Max shifted in his seat, his cock throbbing painfully against his zipper as he watched them. He had to adjust himself, his hand sliding down to grip his shaft through his trousers, his thumb rubbing at the tip, already leaking with pre-cum.
“Fuck, that’s so hot,” Max murmured, his voice low and rough, his eyes never leaving the two women.
Willow pulled back slightly, her lips swollen and red from the kiss, her eyes dark with desire as she looked at Hannah, her own breathing ragged.
“Well you definitely have a thing for girls,” Willow said, almost panting, her voice low and teasing, her fingers still on Hannah’s thigh.
Hannah looked back at her, slightly embarrassed at how quickly things had escalated, but also exhilarated by the intensity of the kiss. “I mean, I’ve never actually kissed a woman before…not like that anyway,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper, her cheeks still flushed with heat.
She could feel the weight of Max’s gaze on her, his approval making her feel bolder, more daring. “I don’t even know what I’m doing.”
Willow smirked, her green eyes gleaming with amusement and something deeper—something that made Hannah’s stomach flutter. “You’ know exactly what you’re doing,” she said, her voice low and teasing as she brushed a strand of blonde hair away from Hannah’s face.
“Just relax and go with it,” she added, their eyes meeting again, instinctively leaning back in at the same time, their lips pressing together once more, this time in a slow, deliberate kiss that made Hannah’s knees feel weak as their tongues met again, more confident, rougher, more demanding.
Willows free hand slipped around the back of Hannah’s waist, pulling her closer, while at the same time, urging her back, her body gradually falling back onto the sofa as Willow straddled her, their lips still locked together.
Willow pulled her arm from under Hannah and started to gently caress Hannah’s chest, her fingers occasionally brushing against her breasts, making Hannah gasp into their kiss.
Taking this as a sign of encouragement, Willow allowed her hand to drop lower, sliding over Hannah’s huge boobs, softly caressing the soft flesh through her dress, occasionally cupping and squeezing them gently, causing Hannah to push harder against Willows lips, their kissing deepening.
Hannah could feel Willows hands all over her boobs, her fingers gently kneading and massaging the heavy weight of them, her palm brushing over her nipples through her thin dress and bra, the hard, sensitive nubs tingling at the contact.
Hannah moaned into their kiss, her back arching, pushing her chest out, silently begging for more as they kissed like teenagers, hungry and desperate, completely lost in the moment and each other.
Kissing another woman was unlike anything Hannah had ever experienced. Willow's lips were softer, her tongue more insistent, her body curvier and more yielding as she straddled Hannah's hips, her hands roaming over Hannah's tits with a confidence that made her feel both desired and sexy.
Max watched them, his eyes dark and hungry, his hand still rubbing at his cock through his trousers. He loved seeing his wife like this, so turned on, so free, so uninhibited. He knew she was enjoying herself, and that made him happier than anything.
Hannah was intoxicated by Willow’s touch, both of her hands, and her lips. There was something more intense, more passionate about being with another women, it was softer, whilst at the same time being more demanding, more insistent.
Either way, Hannah had never felt so alive, so turned on, so completely consumed by her own desires as she was in this moment, and she wanted more.
Willow pulled back, looking down at Hannah with a satisfied smile playing on her lips as Hannah lay there breathless and panting, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath.
Willow turned to look over at Max, who still had his hand in his trousers, his eyes dark and hungry as they shared a knowing look, a silent conversation passing between them.
“Shall we take this upstairs?” Max suggested, his voice low and husky, his eyes flicking to Hannah who looked back at him, her cheeks flushed, her eyes dark with a desire he’d never seen in her before, a look that both thrilled and terrified him.
Willow turned to look back down at Hannah, waiting for her response, her fingers still gently caressing her breasts through her dress, her thumb occasionally brushing over her nipples, making Hannah gasp softly.
“What do you think?” Willow asked, her voice soft and teasing, her eyes locked onto Hannah’s.
Hannah bit her lip, her heart pounding in her chest as she looked up at Willow, her body still humming with desire, her pussy throbbing with need.
She knew what she wanted, what she needed, and despite her lingering nervous, knew she was ready to take this further.
“Let’s go upstairs,” Hannah replied softly, her eyes innocent and wide, but her mind was anything but.