Forbidden Fruit

By the time I reached our apartment darkness had fallen and I saw the lights were on in the bedroom. I took a long, deep breath before entering our home, trying to think of things to say.

But what could I say?Hey beautiful, I'm sorry, I got so distracted by the taste of Natalie's amazing cunny that I forgot you even existed? Most of the time when we fought, and I'm happy to say that's very rarely, Ellie would end up being the smart one and convince me to calm down and talk. I just hoped she'd be ready to listen this time. I gently closed the door behind me, not sure I was quite ready to confront Ellie, but squeaked when the lights suddenly came on.

"Ellie!" I yelled, turning to face my hopefully still girlfriend. The look on her face caught me off guard; it wasn't a look of anger, disappointment or even sadness. She looked happy, yet it only made me feel worse about what happened. I tried to stammer an apology but before I could speak a coherent word she rushed at me and hugged me tight, whispering into my ear that everything was okay. I firmly grabbed her arms and broke the hug, looking her in the eye while I had to fight back a tear forming in mine. She just smiled at me.

"It's okay, my love," she said, her voice as soothing as ever.

Ellie guided me to the couch, where she sat me down and straddled on my lap, legs on either side of me. She gently ran her fingers through my hair and, smiling ever so softly, moved in to kiss me lovingly. As her tongue parted my lips I couldn't help but think how much of a turn on it was that Ellie could probably taste Natalie on my lips. My hips bucked slightly at the thought of it.Damn it, girl, have some decency!

We cuddled and made out on the couch for half an hour before moving to the bedroom. She fell asleep as I lied between her legs, her hand still resting gently on the back of my head, leaving me aroused and unattended without even having reached an orgasm herself. The truth of the matter was, Ellie wasn't really that much of an active sex partner and I couldn't help but fear that she'd think today's actions were her fault. Despite my needs, I loved her unconditionally and I wanted her to be with me forever. I sighed, knowing I should've told her that, and drifted into restless dreams.

***

The next morning I awoke in empty bed. I called out to Ellie, hoping she hadn't left for work just yet, but there was no response. I wanted to talk to her, seriously, still not being sure she had forgiven me about yesterday. Hopefully a good night's rest hadn't changed her mind for the worse; she had been pretty indifferent about it last night. I just wasn't ready to lose her.

I took a quick shower, failing to play my clitty to orgasm as my thoughts kept wandering to Natalie, only to immediately be replaced by a strong sense of guilt.

With a day off and no intention of going out today I skipped getting ready, applying just a small amount of makeup and only putting on a thong and bra. I lounged on the couch for most of the day, barely moving from it and taking my mind off things by watching funny videos of cats and dogs on my iPad.

My heart skipped a beat when I heard the doorbell ring. With a grunt I climbed off the couch and walked over to the door, grabbing one of Ellie's jackets to cover me up. I opened the door just enough to peek outside, mumbling something along the lines of "good morning" when I recognized the mailman. He frowned but made no comment, just handing me a small package and leaving me be.

I closed the door and returned to the couch, dropping myself backwards onto it as I ripped the package open, gasping in surprise when the egg shaped sextoy fell out and onto my stomach. I tossed the box aside and held the egg between my fingers, recognizing it to be a vibrating toy by the weight and slight rumbling as I turned it around. Curiously, however, there was no on/off switch.

Before I could figure out why, I was startled by the loud ringing from my iPad, indicating a new Facetime call was coming in. Without thought I answered the call. I should've expected it would be Natalie and my heart skipped a bit at the sight of her. She wore a black turtleneck sweater, no doubt intentional to leave everything to the imagination and was sitting at a desk, leaning back slightly as if uninterested to speak to me. With the egg still in one hand and iPad in the other I sat up, making sure not too much of my own body was in view. After all, I was still only wearing a bra and panties. Natalie didn't speak, looking at me fumble around for a few seconds until I had found a not-too-awkward position to sit in. She interrupted me when I finally decided to say something, and I immediately regretted answering the call at all.

"You've been a naughty pet, Leah," she said sternly. "Running away like that, without permission."

I couldn't deny the effect her words were having on me, especially after not being able to come last night and this very morning, but I knew I had to resist right now, or things could get ugly.

"Natalie, listen," I replied, trying to sound sure of myself but failing miserably. "What happened yesterday was, well, it was amazing. But I love Ellie, and I can't betray again. Please don't contact me again."

That sounded good, I thought to myself. I didn't even stutter, to my own surprise, and smiled at this tiny victory. Then I realized I hadn't even hung up. The call was still on; Natalie was still on my screen. Why didn't I hang up?

"Leah, my sweet thing," she purred. "Don't worry so much. Ellie was perfectly fine with what happened yesterday. In fact, I think she wanted it to happen."

I frowned. "What do you mean? Why would she want me to cheat on her?"

"Cheat? Oh, sweetie, don't say these things. You didn't cheat on your beloved. She was there, remember? She wants you to be my pet."

I shook my head. "No, that's insane. I shouldn't have let it happen. Please, just stop."

"Aww, don't be like that," Natalie cooed. "There's nothing wrong with submitting to a better woman. I can bring you pleasures Ellie will never be able to."

I glared angrily at the screen. "How dare you, Ellie is..."

"Sweet," Natalie interrupted sternly. "Kind, caring, loving. But she doesn't satisfy you sexually, does she?"

My cheeks turned red and I averted my gaze. She was right, of course, but to be confronted so bluntly was something else.

"Look at you," she continued. "You're embarrassed, but we both know you have desires that I can fulfill. Just as I have desires you can fulfill."

I didn't know what to say. It was true, our sexlife was anything but exciting, and lately I've been longing for more but until yesterday, those feelings had been suppressed. Deep down the decision was already made. I wasn't going to hang up, I wasn't going to throw away the egg. I was going to do what she said and love every second of it; I just wasn't ready to make that decision. Thankfully, or regretfully, Natalie made that decision for me. When she spoke again, her voice was undeniably dominant.

"Now, pet, you're going to do as I say. Do you understand?"

Sweat formed on my brow as I nodded slightly, uncertain about where this was going, but too aroused to do the smart thing and stop.

"Good girl," she murmured. Her compliment only increased the heat in my loins and I bit my lower lip. "Now, slowly insert my little gift into your pussy. Hold the iPad so I can watch it go in."

I put the iPad against one of the pillows on the couch and stood up, making sure I was in view of the camera and slowly stripped out of my thong, letting it fall to the floor. With a shaking hand I took hold of the egg and ran the tip over my lower lips, which were already glistening in anticipation, and my free hand moved to part my lips. It took little effort to slide the egg inside, the mere thoughts of what I was doing more than enough to moisten my pussy. Natalie spurred me on and I used one finger to push it deeper, deeper, until she said I could stop. I sat back down and instinctively ran my fingers over my lips and around my clit but Natalie ordered me to stop touching myself and I did, grabbing the iPad with both hands and awaiting Natalie's next command.

"Listen carefully, my pet. You will leave the egg inside you. You will not touch yourself. I will give you an amazing orgasm, but only if you play by my rules. Got it?"

I nodded quickly, and then she abruptly hung up.

***

For two hours I had been sitting on the couch, the small sextoy lodged deep inside me, eagerly awaiting Natalie's next call. But it never came. As hard as it was to keep myself from going knuckle-deep inside my pussy, I had kept myself in check knowing that when Natalie finally allowed it, I would have the best orgasm of my life.

My mind wandered from time to time, hoping that Natalie was on her way here, ready to let me come for her on command while licking her goddess cunt. But she did not come. Time went by slowly as I fought the urge to masturbate, knowing I could come in less than a minute if I defied Natalie's order but I withheld, knowing how much more powerful my orgasm would be when she finally let me come. I sighed in relief when I heard the doorbell and quickly ran towards the door, throwing it open to find Ellie staring at me in awe.

"Hello dear," she laughed, surprised at my eager welcome, and the fact I was wearing nothing but my underwear. "I'm going to take a wild guess and assume you haven't done anything today."

I hugged her, not caring that people could see me hugging my girlfriend in my undies, and told her how much I loved her. She kissed my neck but then gently pushed me away, shoving me inside and kicking the door closed. She took my hands and looked at me seriously, and I gulped.

"Leah, I know you feel bad about yesterday, but I want you to know that I'm really not mad at you, all right?"

I smiled at her. She really was the best girlfriend I could ever have hoped for.

"Good. Natalie called today," she continued. "Wants to have dinner, the three of us."

I looked at her questioningly. Dinner? With Natalie? That would be a mistake even without the egg stirring inside my pussy.

"W-well," I stammered. "I don't know. Do you think that's a good idea?"

Ellie gently squeezed my hands. "C'mon, it'll be good for us. We'll just have dinner as new friends and put it all behind us. How about it?"

How could I have let this happen? There was no way this was going to just be a nice dinner; Natalie was going to play with me. I had to tell Ellie. I had to tell her Natalie called me as well and confess to putting the egg inside me. I opened my mouth to tell her...I was going to get dressed.

***

Natalie had made a reservation at a cozy Chinese restaurant near her place. I secretly hoped that she would take me back home after dinner, giving Ellie some reason for the two of us to be alone so she could deliver her promise; make me come like never before. Why Ellie thought it was a good idea to go to dinner with Natalie was beyond me, and I almost felt bad about her naivety. Did she not notice how easily I was swayed by Natalie? Did she really think nothing was going to happen tonight? There was no way I'd be able to resist Natalie, sextoy inside my pussy aside. Surely Ellie couldn't be that dense. But everything suggested she was.

I looked at Ellie as she drove. She was truly beautiful, and I was lucky to have her. The platinum blonde hair, blue eyes, cutest little nose and slightly pouted lips made her absolutely adorable and despite not really working out much she still had a good looking body. She had no hourglass figure, perhaps, but looked absolutely stunning in the bright red dress she was wearing. Strapless and with ample cleavage it was the kind that seemed miraculous to stay up, making it look as exotic as it was elegant.

My own golden dress was shorter, more daring but had a similar design that made us look like a perfect match. With both our backs and long legs exposed it would surely be a sight to behold from the rear. She noticed me staring, gave me a quick smile and rested her hand on my leg. That was, sadly, about as far as she'd ever go. All I ever wanted from her was to finger me while driving, to tell me to eat her out in the cinema or throw me down and fuck me until I fainted. But she's not that kind of girl, and it saddened me that I had these irresistible urges for someone who is that kind of girl. Someone like Natalie.

My conflicted thoughts kept my mind off of Natalie and her devious plans, at least until we reached the restaurant. Ellie parked the car and helped me get out, ever being chivalrous one, and we entered the restaurant hand in hand. Natalie had already spotted us and came towards us, giving Ellie a kiss on the cheek before turning to me. I felt my heartbeat increase just being in her presence, my feelings only amplified by the almost illegally short, blue dress with deep cleavage. Her firm breasts stretched the already thin fabric and her nipples were clearly visible; she would look slutty if she didn't ooze an aura of confidence. She inched closer and kissed me firmly on the cheek, knowing full well it would leave a mark of her lipstick, before whispering into my ear.

"Are you ready, pet?"

My heart sank as I realized her plans weren't for after the dinner, but during. I looked at her, desperation in my eyes, but that only seemed to spur her on. We were guided to our table, which thankfully was mostly secluded from view. Natalie and I sat opposite of each other, with Ellie at the side. Sadly, this meant I'd be looking at Natalie and her distracting dress more than I desired and I expected she was going to tease me plenty. With all the factors combined, I was amazed that I hadn't climaxed spontaneously.

The waiter brought us our drinks and we sipped it in awkward silence. Ellie, oblivious to the tension in the air, tried breaking the ice and asked Natalie about her day. Natalie barely acknowledged Ellie's presence as the faced me while she answered.

"My girl edited and uploaded the video we shot," she said, putting the glass of wine down. Her gaze turned to Ellie and smiled. "She thinks it's going to sell even better than we expected. She really loved seeing your girlfriend like that."

Ellie smiled back, unfazed by whatever implications Natalie's reply may have had, and winked at me.

"She's really something, isn't she?"

Her indifference to the fact that my tongue had been deep inside another woman's snatch just yesterday was strange, if not positively so. I still felt guilty about it but the more I saw her being carefree about my escapade, the less I feared the imminent game Natalie had planned. It was impossible to fully ignore the presence inside me, and my thong was already becoming stained with my wetness; I managed to remain calm, as calm as one can be with the woman controlling the sextoy inside your wet pussy sitting across the table. Whenever I thought about it, Natalie seemed to notice, looking to spot signs my growing arousal. Ellie just went on about us, never failing to mention the strength of our mutual feelings. If I didn't know any better I'd say she was defending our relationship towards Natalie.

Then the games began. The waitress, a cute little Asian with the figure of a boy but a pretty face, came to take our orders. My thoughts had been wandering to the events of the past twentyfour hours, rather than deciding what to eat. In fact, I hadn't even glanced at the menu, giving her the impression I had already made my decision. While Natalie and Ellie told the girl their choice, I flipped through the pages. I couldn't decide that fast and found myself smiling questioningly at the waitress.

"And you, miss?"

"I, uhm...AH!" I yelped at the sudden, short nudge deep inside my tunnel and blushed fiercely as I looked away in shame. I saw Natalie grinning in the corner of my eye and knew I had to avoid meeting her gaze, knowing full well I would probably shake and come this very instant. The waitress, too, blushed at what she definitely recognized to be a sexual gasp, but my very own girlfriend paid no attention to it. I took a deep breath and faced the young woman.

"I'll have." I had to pause and fight back a lustful moan as the egg vibrated once more, causing my thighs to buckle instinctively. My fingers gripped the menu tightly and I clenched my jaws before continuing. "What she's having," I managed to mutter. The egg stopped vibrating and I sighed in relief, but as I relaxed my body while the waves of arousal washed away I wasn't prepared for another assault of the sextoy.

"Fuck!" I yelled out loudly and slammed the table hard with my right hand, the left rushing under the table and my dress but stopping just inches away from my pussy as I remembered I was in a public place, with my girlfriend right beside me. Ellie's eyes widened in awe but quickly turned into a laugh, the waitress stepping back to allow us some privacy.

"Leah, what the hell?" She grinned wickedly.

"Sorry," I mumbled, forming a quick and stupid lie in my head. "I just realized I, uh, forgot to lock the door."

Ellie frowned, the smile still on her face. "Really, you doofus? Again?"

I threw her a quick glare, jokingly, playing along with it. To my surprise she bought it, but I was starting to wonder how long before she realized something was going on. Natalie had kept silent throughout the event but I could feel her eyes upon me, daring me to look at her. Eventually I did and she winked at me, unnoticeable by Ellie. My heart fluttered in my chest as my body started reacting to the prolonged teasing I had endured for the past several hours, my breathing ragged and sweat already forming on my brow and exposed back.

There was no way I was going to get through dinner with this toy inside me and, despite the undeniable pleasure it brought me, I knew I had to get it out or end explaining to my girlfriend why I was moaning and shaking without being touched.

"Excuse me," I mumbled. I shoved the chair back and started to rise when Natalie barked at me.

"Sit!"

Ellie gasped, at a loss for words. Did Natalie command her girlfriend to sit back down, just like that? She did, and I complied, face flushed red. I was so far gone now that every word she spoke had a direct effect on my tense body. Natalie nodded towards the waitress in response to Ellie, who then wrongly assumed she had told me to sit down because dinner was arriving.

I had shown Natalie just how worked up I was and now, with my escape gone, she was free to finish me off whenever she wanted. Even without the egg vibrating my walls trembled around it, stimulating the little sex toy while liberally coating it, along with my thong and dress, with my juices. I found myself shifting around on my seat ever so slightly, nudging back and forth in an attempt to bring myself to a quiet orgasm, but it was not to be. I remained on the verge of climax, my own movements and the still toy unable to bring me the release I so craved, surrendering my fate to the perfect woman sitting across me.

I tried to focus on the food, keeping my eyes on my plate so I wouldn't have to look at Natalie but my hunger was of a different kind. She could command me to crawl under the table right now and I would, eagerly, and the fact that Ellie would see it all would do nothing to hold me back.

To my surprise, Natalie let the egg sit inert for the rest of the dinner. She spoke with Ellie about work and travels, letting me slowly cool down and recollect myself. I must've looked like such a tool, too ashamed to even look my company in the eye. Our empty plates were removed and we were presented with chocolate ice cream dessert, a welcome change to my feverishly hot body. I finally worked up the courage to look up again and smiled shyly at Ellie and Natalie, ignoring the latter's lustful look.