We were both quite quiet on the way back to Catie's apartment. I think we were both overwhelmed by the experience of the last couple of days and/or incredulity about what we had done over the past couple of days. We stopped on the way back to her apartment and got some fresh food essentials, since we had been gone for a couple of weeks.

When we arrived, Catie found that she had several phone messages on her answering machine. That reminded us that we didn't let anyone know that we were going to Minneapolis, or why. Catie made a couple of return calls while I made us a light snack and poured us some wine. After Catie got off the phone, we sat down together to eat and drink.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

"Yes. Why?" I replied.

"You seem awfully quiet."

"I am. It's one of those times where the experience is so different that my brain is just trying to process it."

"You're not upset, are you?"

"No, not at all," I said. And I wasn't.

"I'm really surprised by you...I wasn't sure that you'd let me do this," Catie said.

"Why do you say that?" I asked.

"Because of what happened with your wife and [that other guy]," Catie said.

"That's different. We had an implicit agreement around marital fidelity that she broke AND she was trying to replace me with him. You and I agreed to this, " I said.

"You aren't trying to replace me, are you?" I asked.

"Absolutely not!" Catie exclaimed.

"Then there isn't a problem," I said.

"Thank you.... Thank you for being there and sharing the experience with me," she said.

"Think about what I would have missed," I said.

"Well, I really liked showing off and showing you off! We really gave them a show didn't we?" she asked. I agreed and that began a conversation about the things that really stood out for each of us. Eventually, Catie asked me if I roamed around to other rooms during the night. I told her that I hadn't because I thought the guys were assigned to the rooms to allow the women to roam.

"No," she said. "That was the room where you were to end up in with your partner this morning. You could go wherever you wanted." I had misunderstood that. But I was pretty busy just staying in that bed and occasionally getting cleaned up in the adjoining bathroom. That explained how I occasionally ended up with two women in bed with me during the night because two guys were focused on someone else and sometimes that was Catie. I had thought that somewhere in the house there was a guy alone in bed, waiting for someone else to finish.

"You weren't visited by any of the guys during the night?" she asked.

"No, why?" I replied. Catie told me that she had been asked during the night by three couples if I swung "both ways." Catie and I both knew what that meant.

"What did you tell them?" I asked.

"I told them 'yes' because I had seen you and Teddy when the four of us were together. But I told them that they should ask you. They think you have a nice looking ass," she said. "I agree," she added after a brief pause. "But they want to slide their cocks into that ass of yours. And they also want to feel that marvelous cock of yours in their ass."

Suddenly, I realized what several of those women were saying to me, when I was on the couch with them while watching Catie taking multiple cocks, might not have been the sort of third person "you" description of what Catie was experiencing. Rather, it could have been a second person description of what I could be feeling with a guy's cock in my mouth or in my ass. Of course, people often use the approach of "what you feel" to describe their own feelings or what someone else (like Catie) might experience or be experiencing. And there's plausible deniability in that use of the third person perspective.

"So, you didn't get any cock last night?" she asked. I told her I didn't. "Too bad. I would have loved to have watched you," she said.

"Giving or receiving?" I asked.

"Both!" she said. "And maybe at the same time."

I pointed out my preference was still with women and particularly her.

"I know, my love," she said. "But isn't it wonderful to explore all of this with someone you love?"

Yes, it was. It was an erotic conversation for both of us. Our conversation continued a while longer on our bisexual tendencies and the way we felt. She was sitting beside me facing me as we talked and she occasionally rubbed my crotch with her left hand to feel how hard I was under my pants. It got both of us in the mood to be back in bed together.

While we were undressing, I referred back to her statement about us not being involved in swapping when we wanted to have children. "But after you're pregnant, and if you've got that itch, we can return until you want to stop. Pregnant sex can be very, very hot and erotic," I said.

Catie broke out the new enema bag and and decided it was time to "break it in." She told me that we should get a colonic hydrotherapy nozzle and an IV stand. In the meantime, her trusty floor lamp would serve as the enema bag stand. I suggested a second bag would also be good. Catie knew what to get and what store had the bags.

Once undressed, Catie took the bag to prepare it while I laid on my stomach. She finally arrived with the full bag and hung the bag from the floor lamp and sat down beside me to slide the curved nozzle into me. She pressed it into me until the base of the nozzle was at my anus.

"You know, you have a really cute ass. And it's really cute with that hose between your cheeks," Catie said.

"Thank you! The same thing can be said about you and yours," I said.

She opened the clamp and the warm water flooded into me. She stroked my buttocks, legs and back as I filled. When the bag was empty, she pulled the nozzle out of me and took the bag back to the bathroom to refill. She returned, asked me to slide over so she could lay down beside me, slid the nozzle inside her, had me open the clamp and allowed the enema to flow into her "sore ass." When the bag emptied, I closed the clamp and she had me pull the nozzle out of her. We laid on our sides facing each other, bellies full of warm liquid. It was really quite nice to be close like this. I don't remember what we were saying to each other. It was sweet, tender, and loving.

I rolled Catie up on top of me so she could slide me into her.

"I am going to be so sore," she said. I asked her if she wanted me to stop and she told me that she wanted me inside her. It wasn't what we were doing that was going to make her sore. It was what she already had done that had her feeling sore. She told me that having me inside her "hurt so good." We made love and it was slow and it was passionate. The enemas gave us some sense of urgency from time to time but it was really the warmth and fullness that I loved from this. After numerous orgasms and a bit of desperation on Catie's part to release her enema, I was finally cumming inside her.

"You know it's been at least 6 hours since I last came inside you," I joked.

"I'd really like to stay here with you, but I've got to release this enema," she said. She got up and slid me out of her so that she could go sit on the toilet. As I listened to the enema pour out of her, she asked if I needed to use the toilet to release my enema.

"I'm okay, at least for a few minutes." I laid there in anticipation of my eventual release. But, I had greater anticipation for an evening, a night, and a morning of lovemaking with Catie. Finally, I got up to release my enema and Catie prepared another one for us to share in the same way that we shared our first one. I commented on how good it felt to release the enema(s) with the colonic hydrotherapy nozzle and tube while remaining inside Catie. She pointed out that it would be a bit more complex for the two of us to manage those nozzles than it was when having a third person (Ted) managing the hoses and the enemas.

After the second set of enemas, we spent the night alternating between sleeping and lovemaking, vaginally and anally (and a few bathroom runs). When I awoke after sunrise, I laid there looking at my beautiful angel snuggled up next to me. I just wanted to look at her and absorb the feeling of her beside me under the covers. When she finally woke up and said good morning to me, I told her "I love waking up in bed with you." She told me the feeling was mutual. We became a bit more talkative about the things we learned and the things we liked about the swap/swingers party.

"It's too bad they didn't take videos at the party," Catie said.

"Who said they didn't?" I asked. I had no knowledge of a taping system but it also wouldn't have surprised me given the electronics in the house.

"We'll have to ask," Catie said.

I got up and fixed us some breakfast. I stayed completely naked while doing it and served Catie breakfast in bed. As adventuresome and exciting as the past several days had been, it was so amazingly intense an experience with and between the two of us when it was just us. We spent nearly every moment that we had left together enmeshed within each other. In the pauses, we did speak of things like what to do at New Year's, more planning around our trip to Denver, how/whether to divert to Minneapolis for New Year's or the end of January, and more discussion about moving to Raleigh.

We knew that the last hour was upon us and we spent it drawing out my orgasm as long as possible while giving Catie as many as possible. After cumming inside Catie, I spent the last few minutes cleaning her with my tongue and my mouth before laying there on top of her in a series of long kisses and a tight embrace. I reluctantly acknowledged that "it's time," meaning it was time to get ready to go to O'Hare and for me to fly home. She went with me to the gate and sat in the gate area until my flight was called. I waited with her until the last moment to get on board. She told me to tell my son "Hi!" I told her that I'd call her when I got home and then we told each other how much we loved each other. Of all the times I had to turn away and walk down a jetway after saying goodbye, this was one of the most difficult times. I turned to blow her a kiss and wave goodbye just before stepping aboard the Boeing 727 that would take me nonstop to RDU.

As the aircraft was pushed away from the gate, I saw her standing there waving towards the plane. She was still standing there as the aircraft taxied away and I could no longer see her. I was teary eyed at the goodbye. I rarely experienced that sort of feeling. Soon, the plane was at the end of the runway and then on its takeoff roll. It was a smooth takeoff and climb out as the plane headed southeast towards RDU. A few minutes into the flight, I put on my Sony Walkman headphones and popped the Blade Runner tape (not the one by Vangelis, the one by the New American Orchestra. I still have the tape) into the cassette player. The first track of the tape is the "Love Theme" that captured my feelings at the moment as I left Chicago and we pulled through the clouds to blue sky.

I dozed off while listening to the tape. I was awaken by a flight attendant who asked me if I wanted a snack and something to drink. I accepted the snack (it was actually a small meal served on a tray with real silverware). I probably had a Coke or some such cola. After eating, I dozed off again. When I awoke again, the aircraft was on descent about 20 minutes out from RDU. At that time, RDU was essentially a one runway airport with a single (original) terminal served by Eastern Airlines, Piedmont Airlines, United Airlines, and Delta Air Lines. When I arrived, I walked to the baggage claim, recovered my luggage, and caught a taxi back to my home in Raleigh.

My ex-wife had turned on the outside lights for me sometime earlier (she took care of my cat while I was away). Some of my indoor lights were on timers. But she had turned on the track lights in the living room. I played my messages back on my phone/answering machine. It was an "advanced" answering machine in that the outgoing message was recorded and stored digitally. But the incoming messages were recorded on micro-cassette tapes and there were no timestamps.

The light was blinking indicating new messages. I hit the button to play the new, unheard messages. The tape wound back to its previous point where I had played back or erased the messages. There were a several messages from the previous several days that I hadn't checked remotely because Catie and I were "busy." None were critical. My ex-wife had left me a message to tell me that she had turned on the outdoor lights and to call her at her mom and dad's house if I got back before 7:30 PM. She would drop off our son after leaving their house.

Then I came to Catie's message to me as she described, in a two minute taped message, what she was doing and thinking about, and what she wanted me to be doing with her body with my "long, hard cock" as she imagined me there with her. She had obviously recorded it after I was in the air flying back to RDU. It was a very explicit, XXX-rated message. She left those for me sometimes. But she also knew that if I had the answering machine in announce mode, I could hear the message as it was being recorded, as could anyone else. So, when she left me those types of messages, she was pretty sure I was the only one who was going to hear it.

It turned my feeling of missing her into a case of instant horniness and I got hard just listening to her voice describing all the places where she wanted my cock and how badly she wanted to be filled by me. I looked at the time and it was almost 7:00 PM. My ex-wife would still be at her parent's house. I thought I'd better call my-ex-wife first.

Her mom answered and after some quick pleasantries, my ex-wife was on the line. She told me they were just about to eat dinner and that they'd probably leave about 7:45 -8:00 PM and they'd be to my house by 8:30. I told that was fine and to put our son on the line. I told him that I had missed him and that I'd see him in about 90 minutes. It would be a bit late for him on a school night, but he'd be spending Sunday and Monday night with me. My ex-wife had bought me a few essential groceries (milk, bread, and some snacks) to get us through the night. I did appreciate that. I told her that I'd see them later.

I rewound the tape back to the beginning of Catie's message and listened to it again. I think because I had heard it already, the anticipation of hearing again had an even stronger effect on me. I stripped out of my clothes, got on the couch next to the phone and the telephone table, and dialed Catie's number. The phone rang three times before it was answered.

"Hello!" she said.

"I got your message when I got home and I've played it twice. I'd love to have you on your knees or bent over and to grab you by your shoulders, to pull you back to me while I'm pounding you in your ass and you're begging me to cum in your ass again, and again, and again."

There was silence on the other end of the line. And then,

"That sounds really wonderful. But I think you should tell that to Catie," said a woman's voice on the other end of the line. "Catie! It's for you!"

In a moment Catie picked up the extension phone and I heard the other phone hang up.

"Who was that?" I asked partly mortified by what I had just said to her. It was a friend of Catie's (Carol) that had come by. Catie was in the bathroom and had asked her to answer the phone expecting it might be me. I told Catie what I had just told her friend.

"You didn't!" Catie exclaimed. "Yes, I did. I thought she was you when she said 'hello' to me on the phone."

"Tell her I'm sorry about that," I said.

"You can tell her. She's right here." Catie told me later that her friend had walked back to the bedroom where Catie was, wide-eyed, covering her mouth. Catie handed the phone to her.

"Hello?" she said.

"Look, I'm really sorry about that. I though it was Catie who answered the phone. I hope you aren't upset or offended," I said.

"A little shocked," she said and then paused. "But that's the best, most direct and authentic pick up line I've ever had." She laughed.

"So, you're the hot boyfriend?" she said/asked.

"What do you think?" I asked.

"It sounds like you two are into some serious ass fucking!"

"Something you'd like to do?" I asked.

"I think I'll give the phone back to Catie so that you two can talk. Sounds like you two have some unfinished business. It's been nice talking with you."

"I'm really sorry," I said.

"Don't be! You made my evening!"

Catie got back on the line with me. "I'm so embarrassed!" I said.

"Really? It's hard to imagine that."

"Speaking of being hard...when I first called you and I'm naked in my living room," I said.

"And now?" Catie asked.

"Semi-hard, but still naked."

"Won't your son be there soon?: Catie asked.

"About 8:30...7:30 your time."

"Is everything else okay?" Catie asked. "Yes," I replied.

"Why don't you call me later after he's gone to bed."

I told Catie that I'd call her later but my son would probably want to stay up with me for a while. I told her that I'd try to have him in bed between 10:00 and 10:30 and I'd talk to her after that. We said our goodbyes with our now traditional "I love you / I love you, too."

I put my clothes back on. My cat had gotten up and had come out to see me and was fussing about his bowl being empty. I put some cat food in his bowl and fresh water as he purred in anticipation. I carried my suitcase upstairs, put in on the bed, and began to unpack it. I was tempted to take the videotapes downstairs to the VCR deck, but decided against it. Once everything was unpacked, I came back downstairs and turned on the TV to see how the Chicago Bears had done (they had lost the Monday night game in Miami the night we were on the train back from Portland). They had won their game against Indianapolis (at Soldier Field).

Soon, my ex-wife arrived with our son. He greeted me with a loud "Daddy!" and a huge hug. She had brought his bag with some clean clothes and his jacket. I thanked her for going to the grocery store and getting us a couple of things. While our son was kind of running around the house, my ex-wife grabbed me by my arm and said, quietly, that it sounded like I was having some wild erotic times. It turned out that she was there in the house when Catie called and left the message for me and she heard the message, live, as it was being recorded.

I didn't want to "rub it in" that this was far beyond anything we had fantasized about. "Yes, very erotic." I said. My ex-wife told me that she was glad that our son wasn't around to hear the message while it was being recorded. I replied that Catie didn't do that often and she knew my schedule when my son was around so that she didn't record that type of message when he might be around.

"Obviously, she didn't expect anyone to be around when she recorded it as a little something for me when I got back." I didn't tell my ex-wife that I had already called Catie or what had happened when I called her. We said our goodnights and I reminded my ex-wife that I would be at Beech Mountain on Wednesday. After she said goodnight to our son, she left to drive to her apartment where her boyfriend was waiting for her.

My son and I spent some time catching up on what was going on; how the weekend party went with his friends, the latest Nintendo game(s) he was playing, how his cousins were doing that he had seen at Thanksgiving. We gradually wound the evening down, had him change his pajamas, and then read him two books before he went to bed. He was asleep in less than 15 minutes. I stayed downstairs for a while and watched part of the local news before going upstairs to call Catie. I stripped back out of my clothes and crawled into my nice warm waterbed. It immediately put me back in the mood for an erotic phone call.

This time I made sure it was Catie, not Carol, who answered the phone. Catie was already in bed and anticipating my call. She told me that she was going to put her bedroom phone on speaker mode so she hear my voice while having her hands free. I told her that I hoped I hadn't shocked her friend too much.

"Oh, it's fine. We had a great conversation after we hung up," she said.

"I hope you didn't give away all the secrets to our love lives," I said.

"Oh, no! I kept to strictly what we like to do with each other. But the prospect of having a cock in her ass like you described it to her got her pretty hot. I told her I was an anal virgin until I let you show me what it could be like. I told her about the ways you fill my pussy and your very special oral skills, too."

"Did you tell her about our enemas, too?" I asked.

"Yes, the topic did come up and I showed her our latest addition to our enema play equipment. But as much as I want you in my ass, I want you to talk me through what you do to lick me and then later what it's like to slide your cock into me," Catie said. And that really began our phone sex session. I was laying on my bed telling her what I was doing and what she would be feeling as my tongue explored her very warm and wet pussy.

Catie was having multiple orgasms saying, in response to my description "I can feel your tongue sliding over me and in me" and they my lips were pressed into and helped suck on her pussy. Later Catie asked me describe what it was like to slide my cock into her stroking in and out of her with varying levels of vigor. Eventually Catie saying a familiar refrain "Cum for me" asking me to describe the precum that was leaking out of me and what it was like to cum with her and inside her. I eventually stroked myself to an orgasm on the phone and described my semen shooting out of the end of my cock.

"I wish I could have felt that and could clean that up for you," Catie said.

"I wish I could have filled you and was licking you clean, one slurp at a time," I told her. We gradually wound down this session and I told her that I really missed being in bed with her. She told me that she missed that, too. We eventually said our goodnights once again and hung up for the night.

I was to learn later that week from Catie that her friend Carol was in bed with Catie, that she heard every word I shared with Catie, and it was her friend's lips and tongue that were following my description and applying those actions to Catie's pussy. The orgasms were not from Catie's fingers but from her friends lips and tongue. I guessed (correctly) that it was Catie's vibrator that was inside Catie's pussy when I describing what it was like to have my cock inside Catie, but it was Carol who was guiding that vibrator again supplementing with her own lips and tongue. Catie also told me that the two of them gave each other enemas as part of their anal play.

I wasn't surprised by this and I even thought it might be happening but didn't ask or say anything in the moment.