I suggest reading parts 1 through 5, but it's not necessary.
Three Months Later
My work gave me an excuse to visit Dallas. When I called Janice to say I'd be in town for a few days, she insisted we meet for dinner at her favorite "very expensive" restaurant. Since I don't get out to "very expensive" anything very often, I accepted.
That is how I found myself at a table surrounded by the top layer of Texas society. A well-known actress was playing footsie at the next table with a politician who could be her grandfather. A former World Series pitcher was chatting up a handsome waiter while his wife tried to wrangle four fidgety children.
At my table was Janice, the buxom beauty with the sexy smile and luxurious head of shock white hair who you've heard about in previous chapters. On my other side was Roxanne. Like Janice, she was part of the "Dallas School Girls," my wife's circle of friends since seventh grade. Her infectious smile and high energy take over a room. After raising two kids and three grandkids, she went back to work as a grief counselor. Her constant workouts keep her ahead of the mom-bod, and her short hair frames a youthful face. She had a habit of leaning close when telling a story, resting her hand on my thigh and squeezing very close to where the tip of my penis lay nervously in my slacks.
Finishing the seating chart were their husbands; Daniel, a Short King of the highest order and a fierce litigator, and Cy, a tall and handsome surgeon. It was Cy that I was keeping an eye on to see if he noticed his wife's attention to my inseam.
By way of a brief respite, I excused myself to the men's room. The waiter had to lead me thorough a short maze; I'm guessing as a combination health code and privacy. When I came back out, Janice and Roxanne were waiting in the hallway to ambush me, dragging me into the ladies' room.
Elegantly styled, the marble sink and counter ran the length of one wall. A thickly padded bench occupied the far end. There were four stalls. All empty.
Roxanne locked the door.
Janice grabbed me by both arms, turning me to face her. "Is it me? That was me, wasn't it?"
I didn't know if she was angry or just being dramatic, much less what she was talking about.
"I mean, you changed the names and the city and there was never another woman, you pervert, but that was us! Me! Wasn't it?"
I was starting to get the hint, but decided to play dumb. "Us? Where?"
"ON LITEROTICA!" Jan practically screamed. "You put our weekend on a porn site!"
"You read Literotica?"
"No!"
Roxanne chimed in. "I do."
Janice nodded to her friend. "She does. And she recognized my description!"
This was too much fun. I looked at Roxanne. "You recognized Jan's boobs?"
Roxanne's eyes twinkled. "Well, not just her boobs."
I chuckled and Janice began to rage. "I knew it! I can't believe it. Why would you do that?"
"Did you read it?"
"What difference does that make?"
Again, Roxanne filled in the details. "Yes, she did."
Now I was intrigued. "Did it remind you of the fun we had? Did it make you hot, Jan?"
"That is not the point!" But Jan's sudden blush spoke volumes.
"Yes, it did." Roxanne put one arm around Janice's shoulders. "She practically rubbed one out while I sat there."
I felt my cock begin to wake up. "Yeah? What part of the story?"
Roxanne rested her cheek against Jan's face. "The sixty-nine, of course."
Janice seemed close to hysterics. "Whose side are you on?!"
"I'm on my side." Roxanne looked me in the eyes, then lowered her gaze to the front of my slacks where the bulge was beginning to show. "Which reminds me, are you really that big?"
"ROXANNE!"
Roxanne angled Jan's face toward my crotch. "Is he?"
"Yes, but again ... not the point."
"Easy for you to say. You saw it. You held it."
