“Okay, let me tell you about the time I had her literally climbing the walls!”
“Ooh, sounds good already!”
“This actually happened at her mother’s house.”
“What?”
“Yeah, for whatever reason Porsia was so horny that day. There I was trying to set up her mother’s computer and Porsia kept wanting to play with my dick. Actually she had me aroused with all the touching she was doing.”
“Oh, really?”
As I began telling Brenda this story, I found myself getting lost in the memory as if I were living it all over again. I remembered how Porsia’s mother kept walking by the computer room and each time I would remove Porsia’s hand from my crotch.
“ ‘Would you stop!’ I’d tell her.
“ ‘But I wanna play with it,’ she’d speak in a child’s voice.
“At one point, I just stood there and allowed Porsia to remove my dick from inside my pants, all the while keeping an eye out for any shadows or footsteps coming down the hallway. Porsia put me in her mouth and it felt incredible. She was sucking and moaning and making my dick get so fat with arousal. She was making it hard for me to continue standing. My knees were definitely getting weak.”
“Umm, she sucked it that good?” Brenda moaned as I continued the story.
“Hell, yes! Porsia kept playing with me and I wanted my turn to play with her. ‘You keep your eye out for your mother,’ I told her. Porsia said okay, but I noticed that as soon as I started using my tongue to draw circles around her clit, she would close her eyes and moan with pleasure. My lady was unable to keep watch but somehow I didn’t mind because I enjoyed pleasing her very much. She raised her legs up and rested them on my shoulders while burying my face deeper into her pussy. I could feel her hands massaging the back of my neck and pushing my head closer. Her moans grew louder and her body shivered a couple times as though I’d hit her most sensitive spot.”
“Ooh, uh huh, what else happened?”
“Porsia then turned around, put her knees on the floor and placed her elbows in the chair. She was ready for me to hit it from behind, although at first I teased her a little bit by licking her asshole and rubbing my manhood against her flesh. She was pushing against me and that alone could’ve made me cum because it got so hot and heavy but I wanted to be inside of her before I did that. I wanted her to feel every inch of me. I wanted to explode and fill her up inside with every last drop.”
“Damn, baby, that sounds so good! Please keep going!”
“Porsia lifted her ass slightly and that was a welcome invitation for me to enter her from behind. Her pussy was already dripping with her own juices so that made for an easy entry. She felt incredible inside and I just knew that was where I truly belonged. I didn’t care who walked in on us, including her mother, though that would’ve been pretty embarrassing. But I just started grinding and pushing against her. Porsia would grind and push back against me. Our rhythms complemented each other perfectly until she whispered to me to go faster and eventually she told me to cum inside of her. Once she said those magical words, that’s exactly what happened and I couldn’t prevent myself if I tried. I came and she arched and dipped her back in a way that drove me to an even more intense orgasm. My moans and groans seemed to cause a chain reaction, because she came too and she didn’t hold back.”
“Oh yes…yes…yes, baby! Ooh yes! That’s exactly how it was!”
Damn, for some strange reason Brenda just sounded like Porsia. Maybe I was just too deeply involved in the memory I was reliving.
“Ooh!”
“Wait a minute! Porsia, is that you?”
“Yes, baby, it’s me.”
“Damn, ain’t that something,” I said with a sense of discovery and delight.
“I can’t believe you remember that special moment, sweetheart,” Porsia whispered.
Not only did I remember but I also discovered that I no longer had to be “invisible” when thinking of my wife in an intimate way. Brenda’s little trick showed me just how blessed I was to be married to such an incredible woman. Having phone sex with my wife cured my “ho-hum” state of mind completely and right now, I ain’t invisible.
“Ooh, Michael!”
“That’s me, Porsia. Come back home, baby!”
“Okay, sweetheart.”
The Shower
Reginald Harris
Another gray-tinged morning. Again his eyes open ten minutes before the alarm goes off, as he is awakened by…what? Anticipation? Workday dread? Sounds from the TV set, still on from the night before when he and his partner had fallen asleep watching the Olympics? On the screen now is the inevitable early morning infomercial, a gaggle of actors crazed with admiration for some inane product, some New Thing, the One Great Innovation No One Can Live Without. He rubs his eyes and groans.