3. Bi Wife Energy

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It's time for my second date with Hannah, and I can hardly wait. We've booked a night at one of the local hotels and sprung for a King Whirlpool suite. I'm excited for the first time with a woman without the constraints of a car seat.

I arrive at the front desk and give them my name. Your companion has already checked in and has left this keycard for you, ma'am, the hotel clerk says. I find room 402 and knock as I walk in.

The room is alight with candles, leading to a small table where she has ordered food from our first date bistro. Hannah, this is incredible. I wanted our second time to be a bit more romantic than the first.

Is that okay? The romance part of it? She questions.

It's definitely okay with me, I say as I join her at the table. It feels like we've known each other forever, and it definitely feels romantic. On our first date, I was so focused on the physical that I didn't think as much about the emotional, but now it felt like I was falling in love.

After dinner, she opens a bottle of sparkling cider, a toast to a first romantic evening without worrying about the car windows fogging up. She laughs as we clink our glasses together. How about we try out that whirlpool tub, I suggest.

She begins to undress, and I realize this is the first time I have seen her naked. She catches me staring. You like what you see? You are gorgeous.

Can I touch you? Of course. I walk up to my new lover and embrace her as I trace over her hips at first, and we bring our lips together.

Hannah's the same height as me, and it makes kissing so much easier. I run my hands from her hips to her smooth stomach and up to her breasts. They fit so nicely in my hands, and I love feeling her nipples harden in my touch.

She pulls away. Hold that thought one moment while we get the water started. She starts the tub.

Now, where were we? Hannah pulls me in for another kiss, and I moan as she bites my lip again. I press myself up against her and can feel that she's hot and wet.

Sophie, I need your fingers inside me, please. She whimpers into my ear. I circle my thumb around her clit and let one finger enter her.

How many? I ask. Just two is good.

I don't like any more than that. I slide another finger in and feel her clench against my fingers. Can I taste you? I ask tentatively.

I've never tasted anyone other than myself. I'm a little nervous I won't like it or won't be good at it. Yes, please, Hannah purrs.

I drop to my knees, keeping my fingers inside her, and use my other hand to spread her labia. Her hard clit peeks out at me. How do you like it? I like it hard on my clit, licks, sucking, even a little biting.

I start by sucking on her clit, and then lick around it, circling it, and then licking hard directly. She likes this and squeezes so hard my fingers are forced out of her. I use both hands to pull her ass toward me and lick her clit hard again, and then down her vulva, around her opening.

I put my tongue inside and truly taste her. The scent is familiar and intoxicating. I can't come standing up.

She moans and moves over to the edge of the tub. She sits on the side, and I put my face back. Fingers again, please.

I put two fingers in her and find her G-spot, feeling the ridges that feel like the top of a mouth. It feels familiar, yet it's completely new to me. Her moans increase as she comes hard around my fingers.

I cannot believe how incredibly good it feels to have her squeeze around me, to know that I did that. I pull my fingers out and lick them, tasting her even more. I stand up and we kiss breathlessly.

Okay, I'm a one-and-done kind of girl, well, for a little bit. Can we rest a while in the tub? We slip into the tub and turn on the bubbles.

I am in heaven. I just made a woman cum for the first time, and it was incredible. Hannah sits down and I sit in front of her in between her legs.

I just fit. I rest my head back against her shoulders and she wraps her arms around me. I can't help but moan as her fingers brush against my hard nipples.

I thought we were resting. I laugh as I joke. Do you want me to stop? No, please, Hannah, touch me.

I whimper. She leans into my ear. Your wish is my command, Sophie.

And then bites my earlobe. I moan as she's hitting one of my most sensitive spots. Oh, I see you like that.

She purrs in my ear as she moves her hand down to my mound and finds my clit. Oh, fuck. She continues to rub my clit and then says, I have an idea.

She moves from behind me and deftly flips me over so I'm leaning against the tub. I immediately feel the jet from the hot tub against my clit. She positions herself behind me and resumes nibbling on my ear while her other hand massages my breast.

The jet hitting my clit sends me over the edge and I cum hard in the water. Yes, yes, yes. The jet doesn't stop and I cum several times in a row.

It's my turn to taste you. She flips me over again and puts my legs around her shoulders as I float in the water with my head on the side of the tub. She puts her head down and finds my clit.

How do you like this? Same as you, but no biting. I moan.

She starts by teasing me, licking around my clit. Please lick me, please, I beg. She pushes her tongue hard against my clit and I squirt directly in her face.

Good thing we're in a hot tub, she laughs. She then moves her tongue deep inside me and moves her thumb to my clit. This makes me cum again, my pussy clenching against her tongue.

She continues to lick on and around my clit until I whimper. Please, no more. She lowers me down in the water and we move in to kiss each other, tasting each other on our mouths.

That was incredible, I sigh. She breaks from the kiss and pulls away. I notice there are tears in her eyes.

I feel my heart catch in my throat. What's wrong, Hannah? I think if we keep doing this, Sophie, I'm going to fall in love with you.

She looks into my eyes. We haven't talked about feelings, but I have them for you. I don't know if your husband's okay with that, but I can't ignore how I feel, she admits.

I feel the same way. I'll talk to Chris, I say. I hope everything will be okay.

I can't imagine giving her up.