Domestication: Making a Wife

Raquel didn't even realize her hand had found its way to her crotch until the first wave of an orgasm was crashing over her. Her eyes instinctively clamped shut, the tidy bathroom she was in replaced by the mental image of herself and Ellie entangled on a bed, their lips locked together and their bodies writhing in the throes of passion while Connor stood by watching and casually stroking his bare cock, the monstrous shaft rock hard and drenched in their combined wetness. Normally when the dark-haired lesbian pleasured herself she did so by teasing at her clit, but as she mewled and trembled in the public bathroom of an upscale restaurant her spasming pussy was instead seizing up tight around three probing fingers still sticky from her date's precum.

When the last echo of her ecstasy at last faded to leave her draped panting and quivering over the cold porcelain of a bathroom sink, Raquel slowly opened her eyes to stare at her reflection in the mirror. Never in her life had she witnessed her cheeks so red as they were in the wake of that shameful climax. Slowly chewing her lower lip, the student tried to process what had come over her. She was utterly dumbfounded, the climax had snuck up on her from out of nowhere but there was no denying its power. And the image that had sent her over the edge... The thought of herself and Ellie denigrating their passion for each other by turning it into a tawdry performance for a man... It was clear that once she made it through her date there was going to be some serious self-reckoning in her future.

In the moment, though, she had more pressing concerns. Between a quick facefucking and her unplanned episode in the bathroom, the makeup she applied so effectively earlier in the evening had been rendered an utter mess. It took a few minutes, but with the handful of basic products stowed away in her handbag for just such an emergency she was able to restore herself to a reasonable approximation of dignity. Once satisfied with her work, she surveyed herself in the mirror to take stock. Her dress was straightened and still hugging her curves perfectly. Her cheeks were rosy red and refusing to go down. Her makeup was far from perfect, but it was as good as she could make it under the conditions. The taste of Connor's cum still lingered stubbornly in her mouth. Her cunt was dripping like a leaky faucet down her thighs. And last, her recent climax and a night spent enduring a pair of undersized stilettos had combined to leave her gorgeous legs weak, tingly, and sore.

Raquel fought back tears, not knowing how she would make it through the rest of the evening. Somehow, she had allowed the bastard who was supposed to be tormenting Ellie to instead transform her from the puppetmaster she was in her mind into a paper plane buffeted around in a storm, all before their food had even hit the table. Just as she was on the verge of crumpling in on herself, though, there was a knock at the bathroom door. "Just a second," she called, wincing as she heard her voice crack. Stealing one last glance in the mirror, Raquel took a deep breath and plucked up her handbag. Slipping out of the bathroom with downcast eyes and a murmured apology to the stern older woman waiting her turn, she teetered back in the direction of her table on faint legs.

The raven-haired beauty advanced hesitantly, having been forced out of her sanctuary before she was truly ready to face Connor once more. She had nearly reached their table when she pulled up short, the sound of his voice mid conversation stopping her in her tracks. Uncertain, she chose to hover just around a small bend in the wall from her destination to listen in.

"...a real sweet catch, isn't she?" Connor's voice carried easily to where Raquel lurked around the corner. Whoever he was talking to, he didn't mind anyone nearby overhearing.

"Uh, yeah... yeah she is." Ellie's lyrical voice was unmistakable to her girlfriend. The soft clink of ceramic on wood told Raquel that the reluctant waitress must have just arrived to deliver their meal. "You're... very lucky." from the way she was still struggling to get her words out, Raquel didn't need to see her girlfriend to know it was a toss up which of them was blushing more furiously.

"It took a bit of work to talk her around, but she's totally worth it, you know? Sexy bod, nice tits, cute face, and the little minx is a half decent sax player to boot. Of course, it'll be my horn she's blowing tonight." The scowl at being called just 'half decent' had yet to even fully form before Raquel's eyes went wide at Connor's last declaration. She wished she could say it was unbelievable that her date would talk about her in such a manner to someone he thought a stranger, but that would have been a lie. The fact that he would say such a thing was exactly why they were having dinner together.

There was a bit of a clatter as Ellie must have partially fumbled whatever she was setting down while her customer blustered. "So then... the two of you are..." the waitress trailed off. Raquel could scarcely imagine how uncomfortable her girlfriend was listening to Connor brag.

"Oh, yeah, we'll be headed straight home after dinner. I've been waiting way too long to tap that tight little ass." Raquel cringed at his words, no longer sure how she was going to talk her way out of spending the night in a man's bed. "Would you believe she's been shacked up with some dyke for years? A girl like that? Positively criminal." Raquel could hear her girlfriend suck in her breath sharply at Connor's unknowing slur. Even without seeing either she was as equally certain that her fellow lesbian was bristling as she was that her date was too self-absorbed to notice. "Don't get me wrong, I'd pay good money to watch her going at it with a cute girl like you. It's not like I'll have to, though. That's the best part of dicking a dyke, after all, you can be sure they're always up for a threesome. I could bring you home with us tonight and she'd dive right into your muff while I wrecked that virgin cunt of hers."

Raquel had heard more than enough, her cheeks blazing almost as bright as they had after her incident in the bathroom. If she didn't shut Connor up fast he was liable to invite Ellie home with them right then and there. With the way the night had gone so far, she wasn't keen to discover how much worse such a proposition could make matters. So with as steady of steps as she could manage, the raven-haired beauty emerged from around the bend to insert herself into the scene. Things were about how she had imagined them. Connor was sipping extravagant wine while he lounged casually in the small booth where he had made her taste her first cock. In the aisle stood Ellie, the blonde having already deposited the entirety of their meal on the table allowing herself to clutch her serving tray in front of her body like a shield.

"Oh, perfect timing," Raquel tried to project calm and confidence, hoping neither of the pair would notice the tremor in her voice. Hearing her, Ellie turned to watch as she slid clumsily into her original booth. To her surprise the blonde didn't seem to be seething at Connor's presumptive bragging and crass language, instead looking far more like the proverbial deer in the equally proverbial headlights. She was even more surprised, though, to see that Ellie's own headlights were on full display over the top of her improvised shield. Raquel knew well that the nipples crowning her girlfriend's perky young tits were both particularly sensitive and a bit large for their frames, more than a few times she had teased Ellie for their proclivity to make themselves known through the sports bras the girl wore. Usually, though, they only came out to play when Ellie was cold or especially horny and the temperature inside the restaurant seemed to be comfortably warm. Raquel didn't read much into their guest appearance, though, it was hardly unheard of for a waitress to slip outside to empty the trash or carry out some other chore, even in winter.

"I almost thought you weren't coming back, doll. I was just telling little Ellie here how much fun I'm going to have with you tonight." Connor paused to take a healthy swig of his wine and swirl it around his mouth. As he did, Raquel could see her girlfriend grimace on the edge of her vision. The waitress hated men calling her 'Ellie', it was always her full name to everyone except a close circle of female friends. But with a manager that hated her she was always forced to let it slide at work for fear of making a fuss and giving him an excuse to can her. After a moment, Connor swallowed down his mouthful of wine and cracked a wolfish grin, showing off two rows of perfectly white teeth to both girls. "You know, the kind of fun that'll have you up all night and walking funny in the morning, right, babe?" Raquel's heart seemed to skip a beat as the taunt hung in the air. The weight of just two pairs of eyes on her had never felt so heavy in all her life as in the moment she realized she was trapped.

"I... uh..." The raven-haired beauty's words stuck in her throat as her mind raced in a desperate effort to conjure up an escape. It wasn't until her eyes flitted over to Ellie and she saw the wide-eyed apprehension in her girlfriend's face that she found her voice. "Of course, Connor," Raquel answered demurely. A sense of grim satisfaction filled the young lesbian as she watched an expression of unparalleled hurt dawn on her girlfriend's face. The blonde seemed to be fighting back tears, the shade of pink on her cheeks so bright it rivaled the streak of colour in her hair. Down below, Raquel's still damp pussy quivered as she committed herself for better or worse. "I'm sure tonight is going to be wonderful."

Satisfied, Connor chuckled as he stared across the table at his imminent conquest. Off to the side, Ellie squirmed, seemingly unable to keep her legs from fidgeting. "Ah... will you two need... anything else?" The waitress could barely manage anything above a whisper, wilting under her girlfriend's unrelenting gaze.

"No, thank you," Raquel replied coolly. "I think I have everything I need right here." The wounded look never faded from Ellie's face as she accepted her dismissal, turning and fleeing as fast as she dared to go. This time it was her girlfriend whose eyes lingered on her backside until she disappeared into the kitchen while Connor took the opportunity to dig into his meal.

Once Ellie had passed out of sight, Raquel's focus shifted to the meal that the waitress had laid out on the table. A set of four medium sized sausages, each a slightly different shade and pattern but perfectly equal in size, lay upon her plate. Despite her initial offense at the innuendo which had inspired Connor's selection, she did approve of the choice. When she had visited Ellie at work in the past, the student had limited herself to ordering off the appetizer menu in an effort to minimize the damage to her budget. As such, she had never before had the opportunity to try any of the house specialties.

Before she joined her date in starting to eat, though, Raquel took a moment to pour herself another glass from their bottle of luxury wine and take a long sip. Unfortunately, her hope that the rich flavour of the drink would finally drive the taste of sperm from her mouth was dashed as the two instead mingled and merged into a ghastly combination that nearly made her gag. Even worse, after she swallowed it was still the salty taste of her date's cum that endured to dominate her palate, if a shade weaker than it had been before.

The young lesbian grimaced at the realization that her entire meal would be tainted by the taste of her date's seed and there was nothing she could do about it. Resigning herself, she picked up her knife and fork to begin regardless. Over the course of their meal the young couple exchanged intermittent conversation, with Connor dominating much of the dialogue. While Raquel chewed and nodded in feigned interest, he regaled her with a combination of bluster about how well he was doing at work and stories from his youth, a few of which were genuinely funny despite the crass manner in which he told them. It was strange hearing him describe the world he lived in, the one full of casual luxuries and wonders beyond imagination in which she had once been a guest. That world seemed irreconcilable with the one she had grown up in, yet she knew better than most how close they actually were to one another.

On occasion the topic would drift towards music and Raquel would be able to contribute something to the conversation herself. Sometimes her date would even stop to listen to what she had to say. They had similar tastes, and where they strayed away from consensus Connor was at least willing to hear her out. Mostly. By the time they finished the last remnants of their food, Raquel could almost fool herself into thinking it had been a pleasant meal. The three glasses of wine she had downed by that point in the evening were likely a contributing factor in that delusion, but they didn't change the fact that it had been more than twenty minutes since she last contemplated murdering her date.

At five and a half feet with a modest amount of meat on her bones Raquel wasn't exactly petite, but she was small, and inexperienced, enough that the alcohol had given her a steadily growing buzz by the time her date managed to wave down their reluctant waitress. The pretty blonde hadn't made even a single appearance while the couple ate their meal, but with the dinner crowd thinning out she could no longer find an excuse to avoid them and was left with no choice but to answer her customer's summons.

"Are you... ready for the check?" Ellie tried to keep her eyes on Connor when she finally presented herself, but she couldn't help but steal a quick glance in her girlfriend's direction. Raquel answered the look with a cool smile, gently swirling her fourth glass of wine in one hand. When their eyes met she noticed the waitress's seemed a bit puffier than normal.

"Yeah, go ahead and bring it out, sweetie." A jolt of satisfaction ran through Raquel as she again saw her girlfriend struggle not to react to Connor's condescension. Before the blonde could turn to make her latest escape and retrieve their bill, though, Connor started to scoot his way out of the booth. As he straightened up Ellie seemed to shrink back away from him, both girls struck by how much bigger he was then either of them. His eyes flickered over to his date, casually declaring "I gotta take a piss, then we can get out of here, babe," before he turned and sauntered away in the direction of the nearest bathroom.

Ellie waited a few seconds to watch him depart before whirling on her girlfriend once the interloper was out of earshot. "Really, Qel? Really?" Tears welled up in the pretty blonde's pale blue eyes, a tremble unmistakable in her voice as she whisper-screamed at Raquel. "You hate me so much you're going to spread your legs for a guy? For... for Connor?"

"Yes, El, yes I am." The raven-haired beauty met her lover's glare with a look of grim determination, all the anger she had felt for days welling back up as she reminded herself why she was there. "You swore to me you'd stay away from Grace, but you didn't. You know better than anyone what she's like. She hurt me. You hurt me. No guy in the world can do anything compared to that."

Ellie recoiled from the rebuke, her lover's every word seeming to strike like a whip. When she finally spoke again her voice was softer, the tremble stronger. "So... so what? We're through? You're leaving me for... for..." the blonde trailed off, unable to make herself bring the words into existence.

"I don't know yet if we're over." Raquel fought to keep her own voice steady, to not let her lover's obvious anguish undermine her righteous fury. "We can talk about that after we're even."

Silence hung heavy in the air between the couple, each studying the other's face like it hid all the secrets of existence. The moment seemed to stretch on for an eternity, neither girl sure what came next until a few soft words, barely loud enough to be heard over the noise of the restaurant, tumbled out into the open.

"Please, Raquel. I... I love you..."

"I know, Ellie." For just a moment, Raquel's face threatened to soften, to show her girlfriend she felt the same. But it didn't. "Now go fetch the check."

It wasn't until the waitress was walking away, tears dripping down her cheeks and shoulders shrunk low, that Raquel finally let her mask drop. As she watched Ellie depart, the raven-haired beauty's face fell and she began to chew her lower lip, almost biting hard enough to taste blood. Anger still burned in her gut like the last log smoldering in an old fireplace, but it was no longer alone. The sight of her one true love in tears cut far deeper than she had anticipated. Instead of satisfaction, it birthed a mighty guilt and the beautiful lesbian couldn't help but wonder if she had made the biggest mistake of her young life. She and Ellie had been happy together for years and there was no telling how much damage her vindictive game had wrought upon their relationship.

"No check yet? How long can it really take to print one out?" Raquel jumped at the sound of her date's voice, having not even noticed his return. He stood by the edge of the table, hands shoved in his pockets and looking down at her.

"I don't... it hasn't..." she stuttered, uncertain how long she had been lost in thought.

"Eh, why even wait," he muttered, paying her no attention. Raquel watched as he removed a fancy leather wallet from his pocket with one hand and pulled out a pair of green bills with his other. He casually tossed them down onto the table, his date's eyes going wide as they fluttered down and she saw the '100's in each corner and the distinctive face of Benjamin Franklin in the middle of the unfamiliar tender. She knew the place was expensive by her own standards, but she was fairly certain Connor hadn't ordered them enough to push triple digits. When she turned to look up at him, he just chuckled. "What the hell, she was cute. Let her buy herself something pretty." With Raquel watching, he reached back in for another slip of green paper, tossing it atop the first pair before closing his wallet and tucking it back in his pocket. "Come on, let's get out of here."

Growing up without much to call her own and having to scrape together money however she could to afford even the most basic of necessities like her modest rent check, Raquel was utterly floored by Connor literally throwing three hundred dollars around like it was spare change. Aside from rent every month, she couldn't even remember the last time she had spent that much in a single week. Probably when she first bought her computer back in high school, she supposed. The girl was so stunned she barely reacted when her date grabbed her upper arm and hauled her to her feet, letting him manipulate her like a ragdoll.

The unlikely couple's trek to the restaurant's front was brisk, Connor's hand once more gravitating to Raquel's ass. This time the young lesbian didn't even break stride, meekly allowing her date to casually guide her movements and steady her as she struggled along on her borrowed stilettos. By that point she was clearly feeling the effects of several glasses of wine, wobbling almost as severely as she had upon first donning the torture devices earlier in the evening.

They had nearly reached the entrance when Raquel saw the door to the kitchen open out of the corner of her eye. Her head swiveled to witness Ellie slinking through only to freeze in her tracks, bill in hand, at the sight of her girlfriend being casually groped on the way out the door. Even from twenty paces away, Raquel noticed once more how the pretty blonde's perky nipples tented the front of her tight blouse, how the girl squirmed at the sight before her. An hour earlier, Raquel would have shot her lover the sweetest, coldest smile in her arsenal when their eyes met. Instead she turned away, biting her lip and trying not to imagine the blonde crying herself to sleep.