Chapter 2: Building Tension
The tension in the booth was palpable, the air thick with anticipation and desire.
Max’s eyes flicked from Emily’s face to Hannah’s, his gaze lingering on her, unaware of Emily’s hand on her thigh. “I think it’s hot,” he said, his voice low and husky, his eyes never leaving Hannah’s face. “I love seeing her turned on and excited, it turns me on. I want her to be able to explore and fulfil her desires, whoever that’s with,” he added, his voice filled with lust, “she had my full encouragement and support.”
”Well, I’m glad to hear that,” Emily purred, her eyes gleaming with amusement as she looked at Max. “Because I would love to be the one to help her explore those desires,” she added, her hand still on Hannah’s thigh, her fingers now dipping and gently stroking her inner thigh, making Hannah squirm slightly in her seat.
“She a beautiful women,” Max said, his eyes still on her wife, “I’m obsessed with her, but it would greedy and selfish of me to keep her all to myself, he added, his voice low and husky, “especially when there’s someone like you who can make her feel so alive and desired.” Max looked at Hannah, who stared back at him, “she’d never openly admit it but she’s wanted to explore this side of her for a long time.”
Emily’s smile widened, her eyes gleaming with amusement. “Well, she’s definitely desired,” Emily said, her voice a low purr, her hand now moving under the hem of Hannah’s dress, higher up her thigh, fingers still tracing the inside of her thigh, her hand millimetres away from Hannah’s pussy. “I’m sure we can get her to….open up….,” Emily cooed.
Hannah was so turned on, her heart pounding in her chest, fighting to keep her composure as Emily’s fingers continued to stroke her inner thigh, dangerously, teasingly close to her pussy. It felt so naughty being touched like this, her husband seemingly unaware of Emily’s hand, so close to her pussy, but she could see the hunger in his eyes as he watched the two of them and it turned her on even more.
Emily remained completely composed, still looking at Max, but her fingers had reached the edge of Hannah’s panties, tracing the lace gently.
“Have you ever thought about her kissing another woman?” Emily asked, her eyes never leaving Max’s face.
There was something so hot about them talking about her like this, like she was a piece of meat they were discussing, but it was turning her on more than she could have imagined. She didn’t need to say anything, between Max and Emily she what end up getting what she truly desired.
Hannah picked up her glass, taking a sip of her drink, desperately trying to calm her nerves. She could feel the wetness between her legs, her pussy throbbing with need. She was so turned on, she could barely think straight.
“Mmm definitely,” Max said, his voice low, still looking at his wife, “she loves to be kissed and the thought of her kissing another woman, especially one I know she finds attractive, is so fucking hot,” he added, his voice filled with lust.
”And what about you Hannah?” Emily asked, turning to her, a wicked grin on her lips as she looked at her, her fingers still tracing the edge of her panties, Max completely unaware of the intimate touch.”
“I umm,” Hannah stammered, getting more and more flustered, her cheeks flushing, “I’ve never kissed another woman before, but I’ve thought about it,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.
“I bet you have,” Emily purred, her eyes gleaming with amusement as Hannah squirmed next to her. “Just think how good it would feel,” Emily started, leaning towards Hannah as she looked back at her nervously, her finger so dangerously close to her pussy. “Those soft lips against yours,” she continued, her voice breathy, eyes locked with Hannah’s as she inched closer, “so gentle and tender,” she whispered, her lips now barley an inch away from Hannah’s, her breath hot on Hannah’s lips.
Hannah was already subconsciously leaning in, her heart pounding in her chest, her breath coming in short gasps “and then,” Emily whispered, “the taste of her, so sweet and intoxicating, like nothing you’ve ever experienced before,” she paused, her fingers still tracing Hannah’s inner thigh and the edge of her panties, “the feeling of her tongue against yours, exploring, teasing, tasting,” she whispered, her voice filled with lust “unforgettable.”
Hannah could barely breath, her heart pounding, the desire to kiss Emily overwhelming.
Hannah groaned involuntarily, panting breathily, her eyes locked onto Emily’s, her body leaning in, desperate to feel Emily’s lips against hers.
She knew how hard Max must be watching this, watching her so intimate and close with another woman, practically begging Emily to kiss her. It was so sexy, so intimate.
She could feel the heat of his gaze on her, the intensity of his desire that matched her own. It was intoxicating, knowing that he was turned on by this, that he wanted this for her.
Emily's eyes flickered to Max for a moment, a wicked grin playing on her lips before she turned back to Hannah. She leaned in even closer, their lips barely touching, their breaths mingling. Hannah could feel the heat of Emily's breath on her lips, the anticipation building between them.
"Kiss me," Hannah whispered, her voice barely audible, her eyes locked onto Emily's.
Emily’s hand slide off her thigh and up to her waist, gripping it as she closed the remaining distance between them, Emily’s lips softly grazing against Hannah’s, soft and tender.
Hannah’s breath hitched, her heart pounding in her chest as she felt Emily’s lips touch hers, the sensation sending jolts of electricity through her body. It was just a teasing graze but Hannah shivered with anticipation.
Emily’s lips grazed against hers again, barely touching but enough to send a wave of desire through her. Hannah couldn’t help but let out a soft moan, her eyes fluttering closed as she pouted her lips, eager for more.
She felt Emily’s lips press softly against hers, gentle and tender and Hannah leaned into it, a warmth spreading through her as they kissed.
Max watched transfixed, it was one of the most erotic things he had ever seen in his life, his wife so turned on, so desperate to feel another women’s lips on her own.
He could see the hunger in her face, the need, and it was turning him on more than he could have imagined. He felt his cock harden in his jeans, the desire to see his wife with another women overwhelming him.
Emily started to kiss Hannah softly and teasingly, her lips barely touching Hannah’s, but enough to make her want more. It was so intimate, so tender, and Hannah felt her body responding, her clit tingling. She could feel the heat between her legs, her panties damp with her arousal.
Max watched them, his eyes filled with lust, his cock rock hard in his jeans. He loved seeing his wife like this, so turned on, so desperate for another woman.
Emily started to nibble on Hannah's bottom lip, her teeth gently tugging at it, her tongue tracing the outline of her lips. Hannah moaned softly, her body pressing against Emily's, her hands gripping Emily's arms, her nails digging into her skin.
"Fuck, you taste so good," Emily whispered, her voice husky with desire as she pulled away slightly, her eyes locked onto Hannah's.
Hannah could only whimper in response, her body aching with need, her clit pulsating.
Hannah couldn’t take any more of this teasing and she pressed her lips against Emily’s harder, her mouth opening, her tongue seeking entry. Emily obliged, her tongue sliding against Hannah’s, exploring her mouth, tasting her.
Max watched enthralled as his wife kissed another woman in front of him, her tongue tangling with Emily’s, her body pressed against hers. He’d never seen anything so fucking hot in his life.
Emily’s hands moved to Hannah’s hair, her fingers tangling in her long blonde locks, holding her in place as she deepened the kiss, her tongue forcing into Hannah’s mouth, her breath coming in short gasps.
Hannah moaned into Emily’s mouth as they melted into each other, their kiss now passionate, hungry and desperate. It was like a dam had broken, and all the pent-up desire and curiosity that Hannah had been feeling for so long was finally being unleashed.
She was kissing Emily back with equal fervor, her tongue exploring Emily's mouth, her hands roaming over Emily's body, feeling the soft curves beneath her dress. It was as if they were the only three people on the world, lost in their own little universe of desire and passion.
Max watched, his cock throbbing as his wife and Emily kissed, their bodies pressed tightly against each other, it was so fucking sexy. There was such hunger and urgency in their kiss, like they were starving for each other, their lips crashing together, tongues dancing and exploring as Hannah let go of any remaining inhibitions, spurred on by her raw desire for Emily coursing through her and the knowledge that her husband was watching, turned on by their display.
Emily’s hands moved from Hannah’s hair to her waist, gripping it tightly as she deepened the kiss further, pushing against her her tongue fighting with Hannah’s with a ferocity that made Hannah moan. Hannah’s hands roamed over Emily’s body, feeling the soft curves of her hips. She wanted to touch her, to feel her skin against her own, to grope and squeeze her tits but she fought to restrain herself, painfully aware they were still in public but this kiss was making her pussy drip with need.
Emily pulled back, a mischievous smile on her lips as she looked at Hannah, who was panting, her chest heaving. “Fuck,” Hannah sighed breathily, trying to catch her breath, “that was ...” she trailed off, unable to find the words to describe what she was feeling.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” Emily smiled, “I knew you’d be a good kisser, you really know how to use that tongue of yours,” she added, her voice low and sultry, her eyes gleaming with amusement.
Hannah blushed, her cheeks flushing at the compliment, her heart still pounding in her chest. She couldn’t believe how turned on she was, how desperate she was to feel more of Emily.
She looked over at her husband, seeing the raw desire in his eyes. He was clearly as turned on as she was as he looked back at her, his eyes filled with lust and hunger. She knew he wanted to see more, to see her with another woman, and she was more than willing to give him that.
“Was that okay baby?” Hannah asked, her voice barely above a whisper, wanting to be sure he was still okay with this.
“Okay?” Max asked, his voice low and husky, his eyes fixed on his wife, “that was fucking incredible, I’ve never been so turned on in my life,” he admitted, his cock throbbing painfully in his jeans. “Did you enjoy it baby?” He asked hopefully.
Hannah blushed but she knew they had both seen by her reaction how much she had enjoyed it. “It was amazing,” Hannah admitted, “I can’t believe how hot it was.”
Emily brushed her hand through Hannah’s hair, her fingers tangling in the blonde locks, her eyes gleaming with amusement as she looked at her. “I’m glad you liked it,” she purred, her voice low and sultry, “shall we give him some more?” She asked, not waiting for a response and leaning in, her lips pressing against Hannah’s again who eagerly kissed her back, their tongues tangling and exploring each other’s mouths in a passionate kiss.
Max couldn’t believe how fucking hot it was to see his wife like this, so turned on, so desperately and eagerly kissing another woman. He was obsessed with his wife and what turned him on the most was seeing her turned on and pleasured.
They melted into each other again, their bodies pressed tightly together, tits squashed between them. The soft sound of their lips and tongues mingling filled the air, the occasional moan or gasp escaping as they lost themselves in the moment, kissing like two lovers.
Max watched on as Emily’s hands started to roam over Hannah’s body again, her fingers tracing the curve of her waist, her hips, her thighs. The thought of watching them together, naked and in private was almost too much to bear, he wanted to see more, to see his wife completely let go and give in to her desires and knew Emily kissing Hannah like this would get her in the mood to take things further.
He watched as Emily’s hand caressed Hannah’s bare thigh as they kissed, gradually moving higher until it disappeared beneath the hem of her dress. He watched transfixed and could see the way Hannah’s breath hitched as Emily’s fingers travelled further under her dress, closer towards her pussy, the anticipation building between all three of them. He felt his cock throbbing in his jeans, the sight of his wife so turned on and eager to be touched by another woman was driving him wild.
Hannah could feel Emily's fingers inching closer to her pussy, her breath coming in short gasps as she waited for that first touch she so desperately craved, parting her legs slightly, inviting her touch.
She couldn’t believe that Emily was going to touch her like this, in public, in front of Max, it felt so dirty, so slutty and desperate but she didn’t care, she need this, needed to feel her touch.
Emily's fingers reached the edge of Hannah’s panties, tracing the lace gently again, teasing her, making Hannah squirm in her seat. She could feel the anticipation building, her heart pounding in her chest, her pussy throbbing with need, craving her touch.
Hannah moaned softly as Emily’s fingers finally slipped beneath the lace of her panties, her touch gentle and tentative at first as she inched closer and closer to her pussy, stroking the sensitive skin in between. Hannah felt very self conscious at just how wet she was, her pussy was literally dripping with arousal, her panties soaked. She could feel the heat radiating from her core, her body aching with need.
Emily’s fingers finally reached her pussy, tracing the wet folds gently, making Hannah gasp and squirm in her seat, taking a sharp intake of breath. She was so fucking turned on, she couldn’t believe how good it felt to be touched like this, by another woman, in front of her husband, in public.
Hannah kissed Emily harder as her fingers finally found her clit, rubbing it gently, sending waves of pleasure through her body. She moaned into Emily’s mouth, her hips bucking slightly as she sought more friction.
“Fuck, she’s so fucking wet,” Emily whispered in comment to Max, pulling back slightly to look at Hannah, her eyes gleaming with lust. “I love it,” she added, her fingers still rubbing Hannah’s clit, making her squirm and moan, “that straight girl pussy getting so fucking wet for me.”
Hannah could only whimper in response, her body aching with need as she looked back at Emily, her eyes wide with desire.
Emily held eye contact with her as she continued to rub Hannah's clit, her fingers moving in slow, deliberate circles, making Hannah's hips buck and her breath hitch. She watched Hannah's face, her eyes fluttering closed, her mouth open slightly as she moaned softly, completely lost in the sensation.
"Fuuuck, that feels so fucking good," Hannah gasped, her hands gripping Emily's arms tightly, her nails digging into her skin.
Emily smiled, her eyes gleaming with lust. "Good girl," she purred encouragingly, her voice low and sultry as she started to rub Hannah’s clit harder and faster, making Hannah moan and push back against her hand, desperate for more friction. “Mmmm let your husband see how good it feel having another women play with your clit.”
Hannah could feel the pleasure building inside her, her body tensing as she got closer and closer to the edge. She couldn’t believe how good it felt, how turned on she was, how much she wanted to come here in a booth at the back of a bar.
"Oh fuck," Hannah panted, her voice breathy as she looked at Emily, her eyes wide with desire and desperation.
Emily just smiled mischievously , knowing exactly how close Hannah was to the edge. She leaned in, her lips brushing against Hannah's teasingly as she continued to torment her clit.
“Cum like a little bi-slut,” Emily encouraged, “you know you can’t stop yourself, you’ve imagined this moment for sooo long, wanted a women to make you cum.”
Hannah desperately tried to capture her lips and kiss her back but Emily pulled away again, a wicked grin on her face, proud of the power she had over Hannah.
"Please," Hannah begged, her voice barely above a whisper, her body aching with need.
Emily's eyes flickered to Max, a mischievous glint in them. "What do you think?" she asked, her voice low and sultry, "should we give her what she wants?"
Max's eyes were locked onto his wife, his cock throbbing painfully in his jeans. "Fuck yes," he growled, his voice filled with lust, "I want to see you make her cum."
Emily's smile widened, her eyes gleaming with amusement as she turned back to Hannah. She leaned in, her lips brushing against Hannah's ear as she whispered, "You want to come, don't you, you dirty little slut.”
Hannah whimpered, her body shivering at the filthy words, the raw desire in Emily's voice sending a jolt of electricity through her. She nodded, her eyes locked onto Emily's pleadingly, her breath coming in short gasps.
Emily's fingers moved faster, rubbing Hannah's clit harder and more insistently, making her moan and squirm in her seat.
She captured Hannah’s lips in a fierce kiss, her tongue forcing into Hannah’s mouth as she kissed her deeply and passionately. Hannah groaned into Emily’s mouth, unable to handle the intense pleasure coursing through her body, she was on the edge now.
Hannah had spread her legs even wide beneath the table, her dress hiked up to practically her waist, Emily’s hand buried inside her black lace panties, her fingers grinding hard and fast against her swollen, sensitive clit.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Hannah panted into Emily’s mouth as they continued to kiss, Hannah’s back arching as she pushed her pussy harder against Emily’s hand, desperate for release.
Max watched as his wife’s grip on Emily’s arm tightened, her nails digging into her skin, her body tensing until suddenly, with a loud moan, barley stifled by Emily lips, she came, her body shuddering and convulsing as waves of pleasure washed over her.
Her hips bucked wildly against Emily’s hand as her orgasm tore through her, her pussy pulsing and throbbing as she rode out the intense waves of pleasure coursing through her. Emily continued to rub her clit, drawing out her orgasm, making her moan and squirm until finally, Hannah collapsed back against the booth, her body spent and shaking.
Emily pulled her hand out of Hannah’s panties, licking her fingers clean, a wicked grin on her face as she looked at Max. “She tastes fucking delicious,” she purred, her voice low and sultry.
Max could only groan in response, his cock throbbing painfully in his jeans, desperate to be released. He could feel his boxers, wet with his own precum, the sight of his wife coming so hard, so fucking dirty, had pushed him to the edge.
Emily looked at him, her eyes gleaming with lust and amusement. "You want to see more, don't you?" she asked, her voice low and sultry, her fingers still wet from her own saliva and Hannah's juices.
Max nodded, his eyes locked onto his wife, his breath coming in short gasps. "Fuck yes," he growled.
Emily smiled, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction.
She turned to Hannah, who was still panting, her body spent and shaking from her intense orgasm. "You okay, baby?" she asked, her voice soft and gentle, a stark contrast to the filthy words she had just whispered in Hannah's ear.
Hannah nodded, her eyes fluttering open to look at Emily. "Yeah," she breathed panting, a small smile playing on her lips, "that was... fuck, that was incredible."
Emily grinned, leaning in to kiss Hannah softly on the lips. "I'm glad you enjoyed it," she whispered, pulling back slightly to look at her. “So are you going to invite me back to your room or are we just going to sit here?” Emily asked, her voice playful and teasing as she looked at Hannah, who was still trying to catch her breath.
Hannah looked over at her husband, who was watching them with a hungry look in his eyes. She knew he wanted to see more, to see her with Emily, and she was desperate for more herself.
“Let’s go,” she said, her voice steady and sure, despite the butterflies in her stomach. She stood up, her legs still a little shaky from her orgasm, and held out her hand to Emily.
Emily took her hand, a wicked grin on her face as she looked at Max. “You coming?” she asked, her voice low and sultry.
Max nodded, his eyes gleaming with lust, trying to conceal his erection as Emily led his wife by the hand over to the lift.
The doors opened with a soft chime, and they stepped inside, the three of them standing close together, the air thick with anticipation and desire.
Hannah could feel her heart pounding in her chest as she looked at Emily, her eyes filled with a mix of nervousness and excitement. She knew what was going to happen, and she was both terrified and turned on by the thought.
Max pressed the button for their floor, the lift doors closing with a soft chime, leaving them in the small, intimate space. Max pressed his back against the wall, his eyes locked onto his wife, his cock still hard.
Hannah could feel the heat of his gaze on her, the intensity of his desire but she only had eyes for Emily. They stared into each others eyes and as if telepathically, Hannah leaned back against the lift wall as Emily pressed her body against her, their lips meeting again in a passionate, hungry kiss. Hannah moaned into Emily's mouth, her hands gripping the rail behind her as Emily pushed into her, their tongues tangling and exploring each other's mouths. Emily's hands roamed over Hannah's body, squeezing her tits, her hips, her ass as Hannah stood there, letting herself be kissed and groped.
Max watched, his cock throbbing as his wife made out so passionately with another woman, their bodies pressed tightly together, Emilys hands exploring Hannah’s body. He had never seen anything so fucking hot in his life, and he couldn't wait to see more.
The loft came to a halt, the doors opening with the soft chime of their arrival. The girls hadn’t noticed, too lost in each other and their own little world, their bodies still pressed tightly together, their lips locked in a passionate kiss. Max had to clear his throat to get their attention, a wicked grin on his face as he watched them pull apart, their eyes glazed with desire and hunger.
“Come on,” he said, his voice low and husky, leading the way down the hall to their suite. He could feel the anticipation building as they got closer and closer to the room.
Hannah and Emily followed, their hands entwined, their bodies still pressed close together.
They entered the suite, the door closing softly behind them, the room filled with the soft hum of the city lights below.
“Why don’t you pour us some drinks and then get comfortable,” Emily suggested to Max taking charge, “I’ll make sure your wife is taken care of.”
Max didn’t need to be told twice and headed to the mini bar, pouring out three glasses of Prosecco before retreating to the armchair in the corner of the room, giving them space.
Emily turned to Hannah, her eyes gleaming with lust. “We can have a lot more fun together now we’ve got some privacy,” she said, her voice low and sultry looking deep into Hannah’s eyes, “just relax and enjoy yourself, I want you to explore this curiosity you’ve been suppressing for so long, show me what you want.”