Chapter 6

Henry woke before his wife, which wasn’t unusual. He sleepily made his way to the ensuite bathroom and attended to his bursting bladder, an activity that was also quite normal. He took a quick shower to help speed his wake-up process, an almost-daily occurrence. After that, he stepped back in the bedroom and began dressing himself, smiling in reverie as he silently recalled the previous day and Flora, Romi and Michelle in their bathing suits. His dick twitched just a little bit.

Just then, he noticed something curious out of the corner of one eye. Something unusual, though he couldn’t immediately identify what seemed out of place. But something was ... off. He began scanning the room carefully, turning his head slowly one way, then the other. Finally, he noticed it again, and was able to narrow down the source of his uneasiness. His breath caught in his throat and his heart began to beat more quickly.

The tape.

Approaching the wall to confirm his assumption, he quickly verified that the tape had been moved. It was a few inches lower than it had been, which left the hole Romi had created unobstructed. Even more alarming was the fact that, only a couple feet away, he could see another hole had been gouged.

Henry’s anger began to rise. As much as it excited him to imagine Romi in her closet, naked and pleasing herself while watching he and Flora, it somehow left a heavy stone in his gut too. The thought of being spied upon was just so ... icky. And hadn’t Romi promised not to sneak around peeping at them anymore? Wasn’t that part of the reason Flora had wanted to bring Romi into the master bedroom, allowing her to learn first-hand, instead of perving in a dark closet?

To compound his confounding emotions, he remembered that the previous week, Flora had said she didn’t want Romi’s peephole repaired “for now...” Did Flora move the tape? Was she up to something? Was she trying to add even more spice to their marital couplings? After some deep breaths and a few minutes of meditation, he was able to calm himself. He had been planning to spend the day in the yard, mowing, edging ... etc. After that, he planned to spend the hottest part of the day in the pool again, just like the day before.

But the movement of the tape and another hole in the wall put a new wrinkle on the day’s plans. He would need to tactfully raise the issue with Flora whenever she rose for the day. Well ... maybe not right away ... maybe it’d be better to wait until after she’d had a cup of coffee.

Henry cooked up breakfast for everyone. Coffee and orange juice, pancakes and bacon. “You girls should go get cleaned up and dressed for the day. You’re not gonna lounge around all day in your PJs.” he told Romi and Michelle. “I’ll take care of the dishes. Flora, honey, would you stay and chat with me while I clean?”

When the adults heard Romi’s bedroom door close again, Henry took a deep breath to calm himself again, then turned to Flora and asked, “Did you move the tape on our wall?”

Flora’s face showed her momentary confusion. Then, almost like someone had stuck her feet in cold water, her eyes bugged out. “Tell me she didn’t!”

“All I know is that I noticed it this morning ... the tape has been moved down a couple inches, which opened up that peephole again.”

“Damn it...” Flora muttered.

“And there’s something else,” Henry said cautiously.

Flora began to slowly shake her head, “Son of a...,” she said faintly. Then, looking at Henry’s face, she asked, “What else?”

“There’s another hole just a couple feet away from the first one. It’s a little smaller, but it’s at about the same height.”

Flora’s eyes began narrow with seething anger. Her lips pressed harder together, and her left hand tightened into a fist, her fingers growing pale as she squeezed as hard as she could. Throughout this, she never raised her voice. If Henry hadn’t already spent so much time calming himself, he’d probably have been swept up in the same emotions. What was most frightening to him was that his wife still rather calm ... at least on the surface. Knowing her like he did, the sight of Flora’s seething ire, coupled with her calm voice and a barely perceptible trembling in her muscles was eerie. Alarming.

“Alright,” Henry touched his wife’s hand, attempting to calm her, “since it obviously wasn’t you who moved the tape, I think there’s only one smart way to handle this.”

Flora’s body began to relax, if only slightly. She allowed her gaze to meet his eyes again before saying, “Okay. I’m listening. But I’m telling you right now, that girl is going to be punished. You let her get away with too much ... you know that, right?”

Henry could sense that her anger still needed an outlet, and he knew he had to tread carefully, or she’d end up taking it all out on him. Still holding her hand, he relayed his idea. “First, I don’t think we should say anything in front of Michelle because ... well ... for a lot of reasons.”

Flora nodded, “Obviously...”

“Right. So, until Michelle’s parents, come to get her, we’ll try to act normal. Then, after she’s gone, you and I can sit down with Romi and discuss this.”

“That’s a strange way of saying ‘lay down the law’,” Flora said through her teeth.

Henry wanted to talk Flora back from the edge of her anger, but he sensed it wasn’t quite time for that. Maybe she would calm down on her own before the time came to confront their daughter? For Romi’s sake, he hoped so.

He continued, “Right. Well, I’ll leave the actual punishment up to you. After all, you’ve been through the same stage of life as a girl, just like her. And as you’ve told me before, you were raised in a non-conventional household regarding sex – just the same as her. So naturally, you are better equipped to speak directly to what is acceptable behavior. For my part, I can tell you that she will be fixing those holes in the wall. Today. Period.”

Flora raised a finger, as if she planned to object, but Henry cut her off.

“Honey, I may not know exactly how she feels or what her hormones are doing to her right now, but I do know that I won’t just stand by while someone quite literally pokes holes in the house I bought and paid for.” His own anger began to rise again. Thankfully, he recognized it, and took a few deep breaths to calm himself again.

“I understand,” Flora said, patting his arm.

“So, if you want, you and the girls can use the pool for a while,” Henry offered. “I think I’ll drive into Amarillo and hit up one of the home improvement stores. Gonna need some paint for both sides of that wall ... and Cactus Hardware won’t be open ‘til almost lunchtime. Does that work for you?”

Flora nodded, then kissed him briefly, but warmly. The tension was leaving her body as her anger dissipated. She then leaned her head onto Henry’s shoulder while idly caressing his arm. “You’re such a good man, Enrique. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Well, for one thing, you’d have to patch and paint the wall yourself,” he teased.

She giggled, then kissed him again. “Alright. Your plan makes sense to me. The girls and I will be out by the pool for a while. By the time you get back, I’ll have a better idea of how WE are going to punish Romi. And before you ask, I trust you to pick the paint color.” She smiled up at him.

By the time Henry returned, Michelle’s parents, John and Linda Parker, had already arrived and were relaxing by the pool with Flora. He saw that his lovely, caramel wife had apparently decided to toss on a sheer summer wraparound over her swimsuit, along with a wide-brimmed sun hat. She looked like a postcard from the French Riviera as she chatted with John and Linda, and they all sipped on lemonade. Henry kissed Flora and greeted the other adults before sitting next to his bronzed spouse, who smelled like cocoa butter, which made his dick twitch a teeny bit.

“I sent the girls up to Romi’s room so Michelle could get her stuff together,” Flora informed her husband. Henry hadn’t been sitting there long when Romi and Michelle emerged from the house, clad in summer dresses instead of swimwear. Michelle had re-packed her overnight bag and was prepared to leave, though she didn’t appear anxious to do so.

“Can Romi stay over with us tonight?” Michelle wanted to know.

Her parents didn’t seem certain. They’d been on the road for several hours and just wanted to get back to their own home for a quiet evening. As they were silently debating the topic with each other through glances, Flora jumped in.

“Not tonight, Michelle. We’ve got some family stuff to do later today,” Flora told Michelle. Romi silently blushed and began fidgeting, hoping her mom was hinting at family ‘special time’.

“Maybe next weekend?” Michelle asked.

“Maybe ... we’ll see, okay?” Flora replied.

After congratulating Henry on the fine job he’d done with the backyard project and pool, John and Linda thanked them for allowing Michelle to stay over on such short notice.

“She was an angel, as always,” Flora said. “She’s welcome here anytime. I mean, she and Romi are almost like sisters anyway.”

A few minutes later, Michelle and her parents drove away. Almost immediately, Flora’s face changed. The seemingly carefree woman of a few minutes before transformed into a quiet storm of pent-up anger. As they stood in the driveway, watching the other family motor away, Flora put her arm around Romi’s shoulders and through gritted teeth, in an eerily calm voice, said, “Get your little ass into the house right now, missy. In the family room ... find yourself a seat ... and plant your butt in it. Right. Fuckin’. Now.”

Romi wasn’t an idiot. She knew something was very wrong. Her mother rarely cursed, and her eyes had shown a deep-rooted rage the teen had never witnessed before. She trembled with fear, but nervously obeyed her mother. While the two ladies walked back into the house, Henry stepped into the garage and retrieved the items he’d purchased earlier in the day.

When Henry reached the family room, he found Romi on the loveseat by herself, clearly nervous, and rightly so. Across the coffee table, on the sofa, he saw his wife. Her nerves were also evident, but her trembling wasn’t caused by fear.

Henry walked in and calmly placed the drywall patch kit on the coffee table, then the fresh gallon of semi-gloss paint. He then sat down next to Flora, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees. He looked at Romi to gauge her immediate reaction.

Romi was temporarily confused, her eyebrows knitted together in bafflement. Then, as if someone had slapped a moment of clarity into her, her eyes opened wide.

“Momma, I’m sorry, I just...,” she blurted out, stammering. Flora held up one hand, signaling that she wanted silence. Romi obeyed.

“You promised me.” Flora said. “You looked me in the eye and promised me that you wouldn’t tell anyone.”

Henry’s eyes shut wide open. He hadn’t considered that aspect at all! “Fuck! Our lives are over!” he thought.

“I didn’t tell anyone, Momma. I swear!” Romi said.

“Then how do you explain the tape? And gouging another hole in the wall?” Flora demanded. “I have to assume you told Michelle everything!”

“No, Momma! I didn’t tell her anything,” the teen started crying. “I didn’t say anything, I swear.” Her eyes darted to Henry’s, pleading with him to intercede on her behalf. He did his best to remain stoic, at least on the outside. The sight of any female crying made him feel like his own heart was melting, and when that crying lady happened to be Flora or Romi, his natural instincts were to immediately ‘fix’ whatever had caused them grief. In that moment, he couldn’t allow himself to be pulled emotionally, and he knew it.

Henry rose and grabbed a box of tissues from the downstairs half-bath, placing them on the coffee table between the two ladies. Then, with as calm a voice as he could manage, he said, “You need to explain exactly what the hell you were thinking, Romi.”

The teen blubbered and wiped her nose before speaking. “I just ... I knew we couldn’t have ‘special time’ while Michelle was here, but I was so ... tingly. So, I thought if I just watched you from my closet, then I could feel better, and I wouldn’t have to explain anything to Michelle.”

“So why are there now two holes in the wall?” Henry wanted to know.

“Well ... Michelle gets really ... itchy too sometimes. And I figured she could watch too. Ya’ know ... almost like if were watching strangers...”

Flora interjected, “Nuh-uh. I know you, little missy. I know you really just wanted to show Michelle your Daddy’s big dick! You figured it would make you better than her somehow ... that old ‘my daddy’s better than your daddy’ bullshit. Admit it!”

“No! Well ... kinda ... I guess,” Romi shyly admitted.

Henry shook his head, the haze of disbelief becoming thicker. Suddenly, a thought hit him. “Wait a sec! Have you two been spying on her parents too?”

“I haven’t. I swear! But ... Michelle is the one who gave me the idea to put a hole in the wall to your room. She did the same thing so she could watch her folks. Only hers goes from a bathroom into her parent’s room, instead of from a closet. When she told me about it, I kinda...”

“Your little snatch got all juicy and you just had to do it yourself, didn’t ya’?” Flora demanded.

Romi nodded, still shy. Still sniffling.

“So,” Flora continued. “The two of you watched your Daddy and I ... when? How many times?”

“Just last night, I promise,” Romi looked back at Henry’s face, where she could sense he wasn’t going to intervene for her. He couldn’t, because his brain was still lost in a fog of confusion.

“Uh-huh,” Flora replied with a tone that implied she didn’t quite believe her daughter’s claim. “Well, little girl, if you did tell Michelle – or anyone else – I’ll find out soon enough. And if you did, you can count on a punishment that would make God cover His own eyes. Do you hear me?”

“I didn’t tell anyone, Momma. I swear,” Romi began sobbing again. “We just watched, that’s all.”

Flora silently watched her daughter’s face for several minutes. When she was satisfied that she was hearing the truth from her daughter, she looked to Henry and nodded. At which point, he cleared his throat and said, “Alright then. First things first - I won’t stand for willful destruction of our house, do you understand me, Romi?

She nodded, sniffling, “Yes sir.”

“So, the first thing that’s going to happen is you’re going to change into some work clothes. Then, I’m going to teach you how to patch those holes you gouged into the wall. After the plaster dries, you and I are going to repaint both sides of that wall, so it looks even better than new.”

“And as for the rest of your punishment,” Flora interjected, “I’ve been thinking about it all day. And it’s clear that the best way to punish you is to take away things you take for granted. So, starting right now, you’re grounded for a week.”

Romi’s shoulders slumped, but only a little. Her parents thought she was dejected, but she’d secretly been fearing much worse. “Only a week of being restricted to the house? That’s not so bad,” the teen thought to herself with relief.

Flora continued. “When I say ‘grounded’, I mean it! No pool, no games, no going to friend’s houses, no friends coming over here, and no phone calls. Do you understand me?”

Romi started to feel some of the weight of punishment. Her assumption from moments earlier seemed to have been way off base.

Then, pointing directly at Romi’s face, Flora added, “And no ‘special time’ while you’re grounded either.”

The air seemed to have been let out of Romi’s petite body. Her shoulders slumped forward, her face dropped, and a small whining noise escaped her lips. Her eyes began to well up again and tears started rushing down her reddened cheeks. “But Momma, I didn’t tell her anything, I promise,” she pleaded.

Flora shook her head. “You also promised you wouldn’t peek anymore, and you broke that promise. You’re not being punished for something you didn’t do, Romi. You’re being punished for breaking your promise about peeking and for poking holes in the walls of our home. Not only that, but you also invited your friend to watch me and your Daddy naked! You had to know that was wrong when you did it!”

As much as she was angry with her mother in that moment, she had to admit that she’d certainly known she was breaking rules when she moved the tape, created a second peephole, and beckoned Michelle to follow along. Without meeting her mother’s eyes, Romi nodded slowly. “Yes ma’am.”

“And don’t try to go behind my back to your dad about this. He’s already agreed to let me handle your punishment. So, pleading with him won’t change the outcome. Understood?”

Romi very briefly looked at Henry’s face, hoping for some leniency, but she saw only resolve. “Yes ma’am.”

“Good. Now go get changed like your Daddy said,” Flora said to punctuate the conversation.

Though Henry could have done the job himself in less than half the time, he patiently instructed Romi and supervised as she mended the drywall, smoothed the patch, and later, painted both sides of the repaired wall, floor to ceiling, after masking off the light switches, door jambs, shoe molding and crown. And though it took way too long, the work she put in ended in a professional-looking result.

Initially, Romi pouted and moped around the house ... a sort of passive-aggressive protest to her punishment. But her parents, true to their word, held firm in their decision. She was not allowed to use the phone, the pool, her Sega game console, or any of the other cool things around the house. Instead, Flora urged her to begin reading ahead for the coming school year.

“Honey, you’re about to start 9th grade ... actual high school! You want to keep your grades up so you can stay in the A.P. classes, right?” Flora questioned.

In her temporary grumpiness, Romi hated to admit it, but her mother was right. She would hate to feel left out of the advanced classes. Besides, Romi had friends that had already been through the 9th grade A.P. Literature class, so she knew what books would be required reading. With this in mind, she made a list for her mother, who checked out copies of the books from the library. Then, the young lady spent the lion’s share of the daylight hours with her nose stuck in one book after another, pre-reading the books she knew would be required during the next two semesters.

After dinner on the 3rd night, Romi asked her mom if they could talk.

Expecting Romi to attempt pouting or whining her way out of her punishment early, Flora reluctantly agreed but promised herself that she wouldn’t let Romi off the hook.

When they were both in Romi’s room, the teen closed her door and sat on the bed with her mother.

“Before you say anything,” Flora warned, “just know that you’re not getting un-grounded, young lady.”

Romi shook her head, saying, “That’s not ... I mean, that sucks ... but it’s not what I wanted to talk about.”

Flora was a little surprised, “Oh? Alright then. What’s on your mind, sweetie?”

Romi’s nerves were a jangled mess. She needed to talk with someone about popping her cherry with Michelle’s dildo, but she couldn’t use the phone and talk to her best friend about it. And she wasn’t sure what she could say to her own mom, because she didn’t want Michelle to get in trouble. What if Flora talked to Michelle’s parents? Sure, Michelle had said Linda got the dildo for her, but she probably wouldn’t be too happy if everyone in town knew about it. And yet, Romi felt she simply had to talk to somebody about the feelings that fake dick had stirred in her.

Steeling herself as well as she knew how, Romi began. “Well ... ya’ see, the thing is ... when Michelle was staying over I...,” the teen stammered. Then, after taking a deep breath, she blurted, “I used Michelle’s dildo inside myself and it broke my hymen but it stretched my pussy and that part felt really good and I wanna know if you’ll get a dildo for me so I can use it whenever I want.” Romi had expelled that run-on sentence as a long, rambling stream – apparently using all the words she could spit out with one breath.

Flora felt her face flush with a tumbling wave of conflicting emotions. She felt joy for her daughter because she’d experienced something new that brought her pleasure. She felt sad that she wasn’t there to console her daughter through the pain of rupturing her hymen. But the one emotion that seemed to pull most strenuously, almost like a strong undercurrent along a rugged shoreline, was that she was disappointed for her husband. In her most secret of naughty plans, Flora had always envisioned Henry popping Romi’s cherry. And while it seemed that there was still a chance that he’d be the first real cock inside the girl, to Flora, it still felt like something magical had been lost. She did her best to mask those emotions as they wrestled, choosing instead to pull her daughter into a warm hug.

“Are you okay, sweetie?” Flora wanted to know. “I mean, I know you already said that the stretching part felt good, but are you okay? In here,” Flora tapped one finger on Romi’s head.

Romi’s body was still mashed into her mother’s abundant bust, where she nodded and said, “Yes Momma, I’m fine. I promise ... it’s just...,”

“What, baby?” Flora pressed.

“Well ... it’s kinda hard to explain, but ... the whole reason I started playing with Michelle’s dildo was ‘cause I was thinking about Daddy, and ... I wanted to, ya’ know ... see how it would feel.”

Flora suppressed a smile. “That’s normal, honey. You were curious, right?”

Romi nodded. “Yeah. Even though it was a lot smaller than Daddy’s dick, when I was holding it in my hands, it was almost like my pussy was itching and reaching for it. I know it sounds stupid, Momma, but I swear that’s how it felt. Like everything below my belly button was acting on its own. And after I pushed it in, the only thing I could think about was Daddy and his huge dick, and how I could use the dildo to stretch my pussy so Daddy could fit in me.”

Flora’s face had become flush, and her panties had grown quite damp. Clearing her throat, she responded to her daughter. “First, I’ve heard some awful stories about girls that got hurt really badly when their cherries were popped ... like, long-term medical kinds of problems. And I’m really glad that you’re not one of them,” she kissed the top of Romi’s head, then continued, “Second, let me say that I’m proud of you for talking to me about this. It shows that you’re becoming more sexually mature. And finally, yes. we will get you a dildo. But you won’t be able to go into the stores that sell those types of toys, you’re not old enough yet. So, you’ll just have to trust me to get something you’ll like. Is that okay?”

Romi’s eyes lit up, and she hugged her mother closer. “Yay! Thank you so much, Momma!”

“Once again,” Flora cautioned her daughter, “I must remind you that we do not discuss this stuff with anyone that doesn’t live in this house. You get me? I mean, I suppose it’s okay for Michelle to know you’ve got your own dildo, since she shared hers with you. But she better never find out that I got it for you. And that brings up another point – you need to clean it after every single use. No exceptions. Don’t just leave it in a drawer after you’ve used it. If it gets gross, then you could give yourself an infection or worse. As a matter of fact, I’ve heard that you’re not even supposed to share one of them without washing it in between. So, I’m trusting you to be responsible. Do you understand?”

“Yes Momma, I understand. I’ll take good care of it and make sure it’s clean before I play with it.”

“Good girl,” Flora said, giving her a kiss on the cheek. “Now ... was there anything else?”

Romi shook her head. “Nuh-uh. I just really needed to talk to you about that.”

“Okay honey,” Flora responded. “I have to drive down to Amarillo sometime in the next few days for some other stuff anyway. While I’m down there, I’ll look for a toy you can use. In the meantime, you need to get your butt back downstairs and clean the kitchen. There’s still a bunch of dishes in the sink, and they’re waiting for you.”

“Yes ma’am,” Romi said with a beaming smile. As her mother left the room, Romi fell back onto her bed, hugging herself in an effort to contain her excitement. “Mom’s gonna buy me a dildo! And I told her why I want it ... she knows I need it to stretch my pussy so Daddy can fit inside ... and she still agreed to get it!” she thought while giggling to herself.

Two days later, Flora drove into the busy hub of Amarillo, collecting sundries that were not easily findable nearer her home. Unsurprisingly, the tiny town of Cactus did not host a store that sold adult toys. But Amarillo had a couple of ‘adult emporiums’ that sold videos, magazines, blow-up dolls, latex outfits, flavored lubes, and a stunning array of phallus-shaped pleasure instruments.

Flora was a bit ashamed to be in such an establishment, and probably would never have stepped into the place were it not for her daughter’s request. Constantly reassuring herself that she was an adult, and that the people working there were just other adults, she perused the glassed-in case that held the wide assortment of vibrators and dildos in a dizzying range of colors, shapes and sizes.

“See sump’n ya’ like?” an elderly woman behind the counter asked.

“Um...,” Flora replied, still scanning the case for a suitable toy to meet Romi’s needs. Then, she spotted it, hiding among the dozens of plastic dicks, many of which didn’t resemble anything human, she saw the faux phallus she imagined her daughter would use regularly. It was shaped like a human’s penis, though a bit larger than most real men. It also had a clearly defined head and ‘veins’ along the shaft, just like Henry’s pecker. As a matter of fact, it looked a whole lot like her husband’s proud member, just noticeably smaller and paler in color. Flora was also pleased that there were some fake balls at the bottom of the shaft. From some unknown source, Flora held a fear that Romi would push the dildo in too far and it would get stuck inside, unless there was something to hold onto. Those little silicon balls could act like a handle, thereby preventing the unlikely scenario Flora had imagined.

Flora got the attention of the salesclerk, who nodded and went to a locked cabinet, pulling a shrink-wrapped box containing an exact copy of the dildo Flora had selected. With her daughter’s dream toy in hand, Flora suddenly decided she should also treat herself, and began eyeballing the selection of vibrators. Very quickly, she spied one that she imagined would make her cream and tremble. Once again, the clerk pulled a brand-new version of the display item Flora had indicated, and with that, Flora paid for the items and exited the store, toting a nondescript paper bag containing the two toys.

During the drive home, Flora silently argued with herself. She couldn’t decide whether to give Romi her toy right away or wait until the teen’s punishment had been completed. By the time she pulled into the driveway of her home, she had decided that Romi would have to wait. The girl was grounded after all, and to Flora, it would send the wrong message to give her a pleasure toy while punishing her for peeping at she and Henry. “She’ll just have to wait a couple more days,” Flora announced to the emptiness of the vehicle cabin.

That evening, while Flora and Henry lay in bed, she told him about the conversation she’d had with Romi, as well as the toys she’d purchased. Predictably, Henry’s cock began to rise as soon as Flora mentioned their daughter using a dildo on herself. Then, she took it to the next level by telling him what Romi had said... “She didn’t just want a dildo to play with herself, Enrique. She wants it so she can stretch her pussy. She’s afraid Stanley won’t fit otherwise.”

Henry groaned and began stroking his twitching rod. Flora smirked and straddled his legs. “I’ve told you before, Enrique. You shouldn’t be jerking on that fat, juicy dick yourself – not when I’m right here next to you.” She pushed his hand away and replaced it with both her own, stroking gently. She then added, “And just think, it won’t be long before Romi can do this for you again.”

He whimpered and fired. For the past several days, he’d been holding onto his load, looking forward to the next time Flora would show some friskiness. And in what was becoming a tradition, Flora had urged him toward his orgasmic peak by talking about their daughter. When she did, she felt her husband’s cock lurch with desire, watched his balls draw up closer as the muscles of his ass clenched – and the eruption began. By the time he stopped spasming, her pendulous hooters were positively glazed with his pearly jism. With hopes of a second round, she took his cock head into her mouth and suckled gently, keeping him hard as iron so she could straddle him and ride until she hit her own peak. He did not disappoint her, and after 20 minutes or more of urgent pounding that made her sugary insides melt and quiver, he blasted her pussy full of his second load.