This is a sort-of a wrap up of the six-part collection I've posted up to this date. I think of it as "Catharsis Week." There will be one more story in the collection after this, but that will be mostly for fun and as a present for Janice.
Then I will begin telling the story of when Carmella, the sexy cook in Meryl & Mitch, visited me at my home in Los Angeles with "A Visit to Tinseltown."
At the end of this story is a guide to all the others in the "Catharis" collection, and in what order I think they take place. It doesn't really matter, but it's there if you care. -Emmerson
I caught a rideshare from Sondra's place back to my hotel. It was only 8:30 in the morning, but I was already worn out. Once in my room, I dropped on the bed and immediately fell asleep. When my cell phone rang at 9:30, I checked the caller I.D. It was Janice.
"Hi, Lover. It's me. I just got a call from Sondra."
"She wants Daniel to recommend a divorce lawyer," I mumbled, almost still asleep.
"Yes! I told her he's out golfing all day, but I'd give him the... wait. How did you know?"
"Is there coffee at your house?"
"Of course. It may be lukewarm by now."
"Put it in the microwave. I'll be over in a little bit to give you all the details."
"ALL the details?"
"See you soon."
I thought it best to shower, shave, and put on clean clothes before visiting the home of my favorite Texas Lady. After a quick rideshare, I was sitting in Janice's family room clutching a cup of coffee with both hands. We were huddled very close together on the upholstered loveseat as I finished the story of my morning with Sondra.
"Then she threw the laptop at the fireplace!"
Janice was silent. I nudged her from her reverie. She blinked at me. A slight flush crawled up her collar and across her face. "I am so turned on right now."
"What?!"
"First off, the secret video call threesome is a work of modern genius. And you, you stud! Titty-fucking Sondra then licking your cum from her boobs? How hot is that? Men never do that." She paused, remembering, then slapped my shoulder. "You didn't do that when I titty-fucked you."
"Ouch. As I recall you had other plans for my cum."
"Oh yeah." She giggled. "Was that only Thursday?"
"It was."
"Seems like a long time ago." She got quiet again, her eyes focused elsewhere.
"Jan, sweety? You look sad."
"You're going home tomorrow," she said without looking at me.
"Yes."
Janice gave a heavy sigh. "I will miss you, Lover. Things changed when we spent that time together in L.A."
I laid my hand on her cheek, giving her a soft kiss. "Everything changed."
She opened her eyes as if seeing me for the first time. "And then you were here."
"Oh, dear lord, what an education this has been! I knew my wife was an extraordinarily sexual creature, but I had no idea you all were such horndogs!
Janice was suddenly paying attention. "All? Me, Roxanne, Sondra, and...?"
"Ah. A gentleman never tells."
She started pummeling me with a throw-pillow. "YOU! ARE! NO! GENTLEMAN!"
I was ducking and weaving as I said, "I promised them I'd keep it to myself."
"Them? More than one?" Her eyes widened with realization and her mouth dropped. "Meryl and Mitch?"
I shrugged. "Over night."
"Over-fucking-night? With Meryl and Mitch!"
"And their cook."
"Oh, of course. Why not? In case you get hungry along the way."
I shrugged, smiling at the memory. "It was nice."
"Nice? Oh yeah. I'm sure it was, Lover. Those perverts and their orgy room."
"Playroom," I said without thinking.
Janice started flailing me again. This time, with her fists as she shouted. "Who the hell cares what they call it? Bodies writhing on pillows and naked men strapped to the walls and who knows what diseases breed in that fountain!"
I grabbed her wrists and held them behind her head.