Copyright 2011 Peter Omez, all rights reserved
REVIEW: While Kiera and Darcy are in Bellewood partying with their 19-year-old boytoy Tyler, Dave and Patty spend quality alone time at the house in Trentstown ... the house Dave purchased 7 years ago but which, these days, can only be considered KIERA's house. Her rules govern everything Dave and Patty do, with the result that the normally sweet, agreeable Patty has subjected her beloved "Davey" to two long pussy-licking sessions which seriously cut into his sleep time. To make matters worse, Kiera's infernal necktie chastity restraint device inflicted unusually severe punishment to Dave's penis during the night, requiring several exhausting ice-pack applications. To make matters worst of all, in the morning Patty couldn't be roused to join Dave for a little togetherness, before he leaves for work Wednesday morning.
Dave feels hurt as Patty slumbers soundly upstairs, and it's here that we begin...
PART 5 ("Tyrants are People, Too")
In the kitchen, I stared into the refrigerator. It was full of food, but my eyes registered nothing. I was preoccupied. When we experience new love, our emotional state is so precarious. Just hours ago, with my face under the covers and buried in Patty's pussy, I felt like I occupied the center of her universe. Now, standing in the kitchen, alone, I felt like an exiled nomad, thousands of miles separated from her presence. It was a cold, empty feeling. I missed her.
I couldn't bear to wait until I got back home before seeing or talking to her. So I remembered that I could leave my cell phone at the house for her use, and call her from a phone at work. I left it on the dining room table that morning, with a note. Along with instructions, I made sure to mention I loved her.
When we spoke by phone later, Patty said it was lonely when she got up, and she had missed me. She wished she had gotten up with me, but, she said, her body had felt so heavy, and she had felt so cozy that morning, she just couldn't budge. She'd been fully relaxed from all that pussy-licking. But, she expected, nights like that would be rare in the future. She was sympathizing with how tired I was, stuck at work.
So that made me feel much better. It gave me a lift, and the rest of the workday went smoothly.
When I got home, Patty came to the door, where we repeated the previous day's ritual, according to Kiera's instructions. I went to my knees and lowered my head to the floor to kiss her bare feet. She cooed, staying put for about 20 seconds. Then she turned around, slipped her jeans and panties down, and I tongued her asshole. Then, again per Kiera's orders, since I wasn't allowed to change clothes yet, I followed her to the kitchen to help with dinner.
At that point she informed me that Kiera had called to say she and Darcy were on her way back. They should arrive around 6, and we were all going to sit down and eat dinner together. After that, Kiera said, we were having an important "family meeting" in the living room.
When Kiera and Darcy arrived, they made me go out to bring their things in from the car and take them to their rooms. Darcy surveyed our work in her bedroom, and was pleased with the furnishings and shelves. Then the four of us sat down at the dining room table. Kiera sat in the seat anyone would have thought of as the "head" of the table, with me on her right, closest to the kitchen in case someone needed me to fetch something. Darcy sat on Kiera's left. Patty sat at my right, and across from Kiera.
At one point, Darcy said, "Megan and Ashley are kinda pissed at me for moving out, 'cause they said they were counting on me finishing out the lease period. So now they have to pick up my share of the rent."
"How much was that?" Kiera asked.
"250 a month, so since there's 3 months left, they say I owe them 750 dollars."
"Hmmm." Kiera frowned. "Well, I don't wanna piss them off, 'cause they're pretty cool. So ... I guess we're gonna have to pay it, but we can't pay 750 right now. I'm not even sure we could come up with a hundred this month."
I chimed in. "With a part-time job you could easily come up with that much."
"Who, me?" Kiera asked.
"Well, I meant Darcy but--"
"Davey, who asked for your opinion on this? Are you in charge of the money?"
"Uhhhh ... well ..."
"The answer is no. You're not. Duh. I am. When there's a money issue, I'll handle it. You keep your mouth shut and do as you're told unless I ask your advice."
My response was a bit mopey, and Her Royal Highness got royally pissed. She dropped her fork to point at me. "Davey, I'm this close to slappin' you. Don't sit there and pout when you know fuckin' well you were out of line by even suggesting Darcy get a job. That's not for you to suggest. If I want her to work, I'll send her to work. That has nothin' to do with you. I know what you're tryin' to do, you're tryin' to be a man and be the problem-solver and the one who has all the answers. There are three women here, and any one of us can damn well figure out how to come up with a few hundred dollars. We don't need your man-help."
She paused for a moment, glaring and pointing at me, then picked up her fork. "OK, Davey, I'm done lecturing you, so what do you say?"