As always, thanks to Kenji for helping me through this. His perseverance is welcome. This one does contain some light elements of bdsm. I doubt it will put many of you off, but thought I
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d throw that in there just in case. Again, thanks for taking the time to read, and comment, if you see fit. Thanks...
Chapter 28
Arabella and I didn't bother dressing. We were comfortable just lazing about teasing each other with quick flashes of breasts and bums. Now, I just had to decide whether I messaged Maisie, or FaceTimed her. Discretion being the better part of something, I decided to message her, telling her that I was still in Sussex and what I'd been up to, and threw the decision to her. She messaged with a huge, 'YES!' which made me chuckle. I excused myself, giving Arabella a quick kiss and called her.
"Hi, sweetie," I gushed. "Are you...sure?" I asked, my voice filled with trepidation.
"Leannan, aye. It's fine, hen, okay? Besides, I'd like to have a look at her, though. I'm...curious. And thank you for letting me know. Knowing you as I do, I'm sure it wasn't easy to tell me, but really, I'm fine, okay? Is she...cute?" she brazenly asked.
"She's fucking gorgeous, my love. I'm wondering what I got myself into here," I chuckled. "She's forty-three and stunning, mon amour. God, I feel so bad saying that to you. Are you sure?" I asked, uncertain if I even wanted to introduce them.
"Chloe, behave. This is exactly what I need you to do, right? Now, get online and connect, aye," she giggled. "Give me a few minutes to, uh, get ready first, hmm? I want to make her jealous of your fiancée, hmm?" she laughed. "Catch up in ten, leannan. Love you," and she hung up.
I went back to the front room with my laptop, and Arabella was sultrily laying on the sofa waiting for me.
"Everything okay, darling? You're still staying?" she asked.
"You still have me, 'til the early hours, Arabella. I...I need to FaceTime Maisie though. We have our nightly catch-up, 'kay?" I said, hoping she wouldn't be too put out. "She knows where I am and kinda knows what we've been up to. She'd like to meet you. Is that all right? If it's too weird for you, I understand, darling. We have no secrets, so she knows where I've been and knew what I was hoping would happen between us," I laughed.
"Chloe, as long as you're comfortable, that's all that matters. I'd love to meet the woman who has swept you off your feet...present company included, I hope," she chuckled.
"Arabella, you certainly have, darling. So...here goes then," I smiled, and sat next to her and connected my iPad.
I pulled the oversized, thin robe around me and waited.
In moments, Maisie's welcome face beamed at us.
"Hi, mo ghràdh. Fancy seeing you!" she laughed.
"Behave," I smirked. "Maisie, this is Arabella, our newest client. Arabella, meet Maisie... ma petite amie," I smiled.
They greeted each other so effortlessly, taking me by surprise, actually. We chatted easily, first catching up on her dad, then Jo and finally Arabella's garden. Maisie put her at ease immediately, reiterating our agreement and telling her she was absolutely fine with my little escapades. I blushed, to say the least!
"You know, Maisie, I find your arrangement fascinating. I understand the whys and wherefores and get it. You're quite the amazing girlfriend, aren't you? Or should I say, 'fiancée,' hmm?" she laughed. "Your Chloe is in safe hands, Maisie, okay? She's yours, right? She's an exceptional designer, too. She has some wonderful ideas for me. You should be so proud of her. She's going to fulfil a long-held dream for me, you know. I'm in safe hands with her, as this afternoon proved," she laughed.
"Well, I'm lying here, all alone, wondering what my hen has gotten up to with you. She's quite the voyeur, you know. Every night when we chat, we tell each other...everything that's happened. Care to share?" she teased.
"Maisie Ferguson! Behave, chérie, I huffed. "I don't think Arabella wants to watch you masturbate. I do, but I have company, so keep your hands where I can see them," I giggled.
Maisie pouted her sweet look at me, her bottom lip sticking out, and then broke into laughter.
"She used to be fun, Arabella," she continued to faux sulk.
"Well...I don't mind revealing what your Chloe has been up to, Maisie, so long as she's comfortable with it, hmm?" she smiled. "I'm hoping I can explore with her as many things, as I hope she'll teach me. She's quite the, uh, adventurous, this one," she chuckled.
"Uhh, I'm right here, ya know!" I scowled, both of them laughing at my expense.
"Tell me just a few things then, leannan. Go on. I know you want to," Maisie sniggered.
I looked at Arabella, her eyes bright and alive, obviously excited with the idea of sharing our afternoon exploits. I thought this was as good a time as any to tease my Maisie, and see how far I could push her...and Arabella.
"So...you're comfortable, I see. The most amazing part, well there's so many, but the one I'm bringing to you is...I know what I want for my birthday, sweetie," I gushed.
"Birthday? Why are you changing the subject?" Maisie whined.
Arabella and I laughed.
"You'll see, darling," then recounted Arabella's love of riding and her collection of riding crops.
Maisie's eyes deliciously glazed over as I told her, in minute detail, how Arabella spanked my pussy. I loved the way she was squirming, her fingers so obviously in her shorts. I looked at Arabella, her face was red and her eyes were aglow. The longer the story went on, the more excited she became. Maisie slyly, or so she thought, unbuttoned her night blouse, one hand fondling her breasts. I felt Arabella shift around on the sofa, her robe gaping slightly, and her left hand covered by the shimmery material of her robe. Her eyes were glued to Maisie's performance.
I drew the story out, telling Maisie exactly how every swat of the crop felt, how Arabella teased me and taunted me by not allowing me to cum. Maisie opened her blouse, her full breasts (but not
quite
full as Arabella's) spilt out. Arabella gasped, entranced by my girlfriend's breasts. I laid my hand on Arabella's thigh, gently squeezing and reassuring her. I leaned over and kissed her reddened lips, then turned my eyes to my Maisie. Our kiss had pushed her over the proverbial edge, her naughty, twisted face contorting, her breath deep and husky. When I described how I orgasmed and squirted over Arabella's sheets, Maisie climaxed, her head thrown back, her tiny squeals muffled by her hand.
The moment of her orgasm was wordless. Arabella's and my eyes were clasped on Maisie's orgasm, her arm wrapped around mine, and her head on my shoulder. I could smell her scent permeating the air around us. We excitedly watched as Maisie slowly climbed down from her throes. She finally opened her eyes and smiled at us.
I giggled to myself, proud as I was that I shared this with her. I looked at Arabella and could tell she was close to gushing. When I told Maisie that I wanted my breasts abused and slapped, Arabella came; her hips thrusting her fingers; her deep, solemn cries filling the room. I was certainly wet, but decorum stopped me from joining in on this group-masturbation session.
Maisie's mouth was open, watching Arabella climax, but no words came out.
This felt empowering, in a way, to have brought these beautiful women to their crashing climaxes just through my teasing, scoffing words. I so wanted to slip to my knees and pleasure this woman sitting next to me, but I thought better of it. I needed Maisie's permission, didn't I? Or maybe just Arabella's.
Arabella's eyes were aghast, surprised at how this chat had turned so quickly. I had slipped my hand between the folds of her robe, gently stroking her gushy pussy. Unobtrusively, she opened her legs, giving my fingers the access they needed.
"My God, Arabella, I always knew my hen was submissive, but Christ almighty!" she giggled. "Promise me you'll reward her, Arabella. Promise me...please," she pleaded, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
