After she complimented me with more affectionate moans and sweet words from her lips, I dropped my pants and sat down on the hard plastic chair. Porsia quickly climbed on top of me and eased her way down. I could see Brenda still watching, and she appeared to be clutching one of her breasts as she watched Porsia slowly ride me. I couldn’t believe that all this was happening in the break room at work but every time I hit that special spot, I was convinced without a doubt that this was truly happening.
“And I thought you were too sweet to do something like this, Michael,” Porsia said softly before she leaned her head back and enjoyed an intense orgasm.
Well, in between that incredible moment in the break room and a few years of marriage, Porsia and I have had some very passionate moments. Besides my continuing to practice my personal art of being “invisible,” my sexual fire would also become fueled by a friendship that I developed with my co-worker Brenda. She approached me not long after she witnessed that moment of passion in the break room. She applauded me and told me how much she admired my risk-taking. But lately she’s also been the source of my inspiration. No, I haven’t indulged with her. Porsia is indeed the only woman I’ve been intimate with since we were married. However, Brenda and I do talk about sex a lot and interestingly enough, she’s been the one to help me become “invisible” and thus bring Porsia to the height of ecstasy. Brenda likes to school me on various things relating to satisfying a woman, and so far she’s been right on the money each time. Porsia’s been smiling a lot throughout our marriage and it ain’t just because I do the cooking or because she’s about to become a mother. Nah, I’ve been hitting that spot and doing amazing things with my tongue, which give her the greatest orgasms. I keep her body shivering and it ain’t because it’s cold. Brenda showed me that keeping Porsia satisfied could definitely be beneficial for me. Just go in our kitchen and look to your left as soon as you walk in. You’ll find none other than a brand-new George Foreman grill that I only had to ask for once! Then look in our closet and you’ll find a few new ties, shirts, and pants in there. Hell, she even hooked a brotha up with some new Karl Kani jeans that I like to wear on the weekends. Oh yeah, great sex has had its benefits.
Recently I’ve been feeling strange about it all. The many times that I’ve been “invisible” are starting to get old and telling Brenda about each experience has lost its magic for me. Well actually, telling Brenda about everything can be arousing, but not so much with regards to Porsia any more. Now I’m wondering what’s up with Brenda and what does she get out of telling me how to please my lady and then hearing the results later.
“You writing a book or something?” I asked her one day.
“No, Michael, I’m not writing a book.”
“You, uh, maybe using the info for personal reasons?”
“What do you mean?”
“You know!”
“No, Michael, what do you mean?”
“Maybe a little masturbation when you think about what I’ve told you?”
“Umm, yes, I touch myself sometimes when I imagine or think about the things you’ve said.”
“Really?”
“Yes, does that shock you?”
“No, I think it’s nice.”
“Does it arouse you, Michael, to hear me say that?”
“Yes, very much so! You got a brotha wishing he could watch!”
“Then maybe you should fantasize about that tonight when you’re intimate with Porsia.”
“Maybe I will.”
Well, that night I tried fantasizing about Brenda touching herself and it worked. I was very passionate with Porsia and she could feel the power of my thrusts like never before. She had to wrap her legs around me to try to slow me down but I was lost within my passionate imagination and Porsia reaped the benefits by cumming so loud that she woke up the next morning embarrassed.
“Baby, why didn’t you cover my mouth last night?” she asked me.
“What do you mean?”
“My ass was so loud!”
“Oh!” I started to laugh. “No you weren’t,” I told her.
She was kind of loud
but for a man that is not a problem, and in fact a woman getting uncontrollably loud is the greatest compliment of all. Still, that morning my mind kept drifting as I continued to imagine Brenda. This time the inspiration didn’t make me want to become “invisible” and experience my wife. Instead, I wanted to experience Brenda in some way and to do it as me, Michael Gordon.
I shared my thoughts and desires with Brenda soon after that but she just brushed them off and took it as a compliment. After a while I sort of took exception to her refusal to take me seriously, and I stopped sharing my sexual escapades and intimate stories with her. When we would talk, it would be strictly about work-related issues. She was definitely bothered by that. Actually I probably suffered more than she did because that’s when things became “ho hum” with the sex life. As the sex life became boring, so went my zest and passion for life. That certain spark that I’ve always carried seems to have disappeared. Now I just kiss, cuddle, missionary position, and then kiss and cuddle some more before drifting off to sleep. Luckily, since Porsia is pregnant, I can just use that familiar excuse of “I’m afraid to do anything because you’re pregnant, sweetheart,” and she buys it and tells me how sweet I am for always being concerned.
Well, a couple days ago Brenda confronted me about the disappearance of our sexual discussions. I was kind of surprised when she brought it up but, to be honest, I was gonna mention it to her myself pretty soon.
“Hmm, so when you don’t get what you want you just cut things off completely, huh?” Brenda asked.
“Cut things off?” I responded innocently.