I was their naked wine steward. Megan took a lightweight towel and hung it on my erect cock and sent me back to my duties with the bottle of wine. I played up the (naked) role of uncorking the bottle, having them sniff the cork, taking the towel that they had hung on my cock to wrap around the bottle, and pouring a sample in a wine glass for each of them to taste test. Upon their approval, I poured each of them a glass of wine and handed them to them.

"Pour yourself one, too," Sheryl said. I did. Then I unwrapped the towel from around the bottle and hung it over my erect cock. They led me over to the couch where the three of us sat down while waiting for the oven to heat to its baking temperature. It was Megan who was most curious about my interest in enemas.

I hadn't really given Sheryl much of an accounting about my fascination with enemas, so much of this was going to be "new information" for her, too. I told them about my mom giving me enemas when I was young (or at least what I remembered) and how pleasant they were with her and quickly moved to when I discovered the incredibly erotic sensations when I started taking them when I was 11 or 12 years old. I mentioned that a high school friend of mine who was in school to be a nurse had discovered my enema fascination and had given me the insight that enemas were really useful to cleanout for anal sex.

I included that after we met, my sexual relationship with Catie had actually begun with enemas on a train. I added that enemas were a central part of our sexual relationship and in our anal sexual partnerships with others around us.

"Even in threesomes together, we would all partake in giving/sharing enemas together and that it was just part of our sexual play," I said.

"Why didn't you say anything?" Megan asked.

"Because not everyone would like the experience or find it erotic or sensuous," I said.

Sheryl asked me what my favorite enema play was.

That was easy. "I like to be taking or being given an enema when I'm on my back on the bottom while my partner's on top and I'm inside my partner's vagina while she's also taking an enema. They can't be huge. But, Catie and I loved doing this. If there was another woman included, she's also be getting an enema whether she was riding my cock or sitting on my face. Of course, this almost aways ended with anal sex. Catie was really into anal." It was a very highly compressed description of our experiences, of course.

"Aren't you afraid of a big mess?" Megan asked. I acknowledged that it was always a possibility. But, with smaller enemas, we had avoided any serious accidents (so far). I had been given larger enemas when I was on the bottom and had to take more care when I was given and holding one of those. It gave them a glimpse of my enema experience.

The oven beeped to indicate that it had reached baking temperature. Sheryl started to get up to put the lasagna into the oven. I told her that I would do it and asked if they wanted more wine. They indicated that they did. I got up, placed the lasagna in the oven, set the timer for one hour, and brought the wine bottle over to refill their glasses (with my towel, of course). Both of them approved of my hard cock while I was pouring. I offered to dip the tip of my cock into their wine glasses, so that they could have a "tasting" of my cork. They both approved and after I finished pouring the wine into their glasses, I dipped the tip of my cock into their wine and then presented myself to their personal taste test. We had an hour before the lasagna would be taken out of the oven and that gave us time to start the evening's sexual festivities.

"Have you ever done a wine enema?" Megan asked.

"No," I replied. "I have done champagne enemas, though. Very diluted." I told them that I was very cautious when it came to alcohol enemas because I knew the alcohol uptake and intoxication was much more rapid through the colon compared to the oral route and seemed much more impactful. It could be a rapid route to "the long dirt nap." That ended that line of questioning. But they were interested in what we/they could do while our supper was baking.

While they seemed very interested in the sex/enema combination, I didn't think that we had the time before our meal was ready to really explore it and enjoy it like we would with more time. Instead, we drank our wine and talked as I shared my sex/enema experience with them. Of course, I had much experience to draw from with Catie, Abby, and Jody. I didn't talk about the women individually and left more of the impression that I was talking about Catie and I. Of course, that was true when I spoke about the experience of enemas and sex on the trains. With the exception of our brief experience with Ted and Annie on our second trip from Portland to Chicago, the combination of sex and enemas on a train was something very special between Catie and I. I would never look at long distance train travel in quite the same way.

It wasn't as easy (then) to talk about Catie and I as it now. Whether I was sharing the practical aspects of giving/sharing enemas or the more intimate interactions and sensations of enemasex, it was all still too fresh and raw when it came to the surface for me. But it was also evident to them how much I loved her.

"You had a very special relationship with her," Sheryl said at some point. Megan agreed.

The discussion occupied the time and soon it was time for the lasagna to be taken out of the oven and allowed to stand for a little bit before cutting and serving. We finally sat down for supper in the dining room. We all sat bare assed on towels placed in our chairs as we continued our sexual conversation (less focused on enemas). We all knew where we would end up and we weren't particularly rushed for time.

When we were finished and cleared the dishes, we returned to where our enema bags were waiting for us. We had agreed that each of us would give and receive two cleanout enemas. I would give Sheryl and Megan each one and would receive one from each of them. In addition to the enemas that each would give me, they would give one to each other. As the sun set in the late evening, the fading sunlight was shining through the large west-facing windows (curtains and/or blinds opened), we were sprawled out on the floor preparing and enjoying the warm enemas we were giving and receiving while sensuously touching and kissing each other. There wasn't a particular plan or order. It happened organically.

One of the twists that occurred was the question about my enema capacity. I had mentioned that I had taken up to five quarts of warm water (but that wasn't the usual volume for enemasex). Sheryl gave me my enema while I was on my back. She and Megan gently stroked my cock, constantly coming back to the tip to retrieve a little more precum as lubricant for their stroking. It was a gentle and relaxing touch as I watched the bag empty and flatten. As Sheryl finish draining a bag into my colon, Megan asked if she could add her enema to what her mom had delivered.

"Of course," I said. "Does that count as one enema or the two?"

"You're a big boy. You can take another big two bagger for your second enema," she said with a wicked grin. I suggested that I get up on my elbows and knees to take the second bag and carefully turned over into that position. With my head down and torso now pointed down, the enema within me drained further up into my colon. One of them removed the nozzle from the drained bag.

"Your ass is mine!" Megan said. I chuckled and replied "Your mom might have something to say about that."

I felt the nozzle slip into my rectum and then be pressed all the way in. With a click, I felt the warm flow of the second bag start flowing into me. Positioned on both sides of me, I was the center of their attention. It felt familiar (Catie and another woman whether it was Jody or Abby) and different (a mother and her daughter). It was Megan who was reaching under me and rubbing my balls and my cock while Sheryl lightly traced her fingers over my buttocks and around my hole where the nozzle disappeared.

In that moment, I was totally theirs...so vulnerable and so trusting.

I couldn't see the bag draining into me in this position. But, I knew that it was at least half emptied just from the sensation of filling I was experiencing. As many enemas as I had taken, I knew what it felt like as I passed the three quart mark of an enema. I also sensed that taking all four quarts was going to be easy enough. Neither one of them told me when the bag completely drained as they were too busy playing with my cock, balls, and ass. It was fun being the center of their attention and listening to them as they played together like this. I finally asked if the bag was drained and they told me that it had been for a while. I suggested that they close the clamp on the hose, which one of them did.

I pushed up onto my hands and knees and Sheryl commented on my belly full of water. My abdominal muscle tone in those days didn't reveal as much about how much liquid was being held. Still, my abdomen was a bit distended and taut. Sheryl asked if I was okay and I assured her that I was and that I didn't have to go release quite yet. I offered to give them their enema from me while I held my four quart enema. They raised concerns about fighting over the downstairs bathroom and I didn't push the idea.

I finally raised upright on my knees and felt the tightness of my abdomen. It was Sheryl who found this so sexy and erotic. That had as much to do with when she grew up as it did to anything that she had shared with her late husband. Sheryl crawled in front of me and took my cock in her mouth. Megan had her hand rubbing my buttocks and up to the small of my back while she watched her mom. She knew that the several days that her mom and I had spent together brought a certain ease and familiarity into the relationship between her mom and I.

As I write this, I remember the sensation of being on my knees like that, the tingling sensation in my cock and balls as I watched Sheryl suck my cock and feeling and knowing that Megan was right there beside me watching all of this go down. I honestly don't know how I didn't cum in that moment except that I might have been distracted just enough by the four quarts of warm water in my colon. Although it seems to be easier to hold an enema the closer I am to cumming, I must not have been so certain of that in that moment because I had Sheryl stop and allow me to get up and go to the bathroom.

I told them that they could come along if they wished and that Sheryl (or both of them) could finish the job of sucking me off. They declined and told me that they would wait for me. I carefully stood up, unhooked the bag from the stand and carried it with me to the bathroom, the nozzle still tucked into my ass. They told me what a nice sight they had as I walked away from them and towards the bathroom.

When I arrived at the bathroom, I entered, found the light and fan switches, and turned them on before closing the door most of the way (not latching it). After raising the toilet seat lid and toilet seat, I hung the bag up and settled down on the edge of the porcelain. What I really remember was how bright and white everything was in this bathroom; white tiles and white marble. It just seemed to sparkle.

I pulled the nozzle out and let it hang on the end of the hose over the edge of the tub and then just leaned back on this long oblong toilet to let the enema flow out at its own rate and under the natural pressure my colon muscles provided. My cock wanted stroking and, in the absence of the two women waiting out in the living room area, I gently stroked it. I reminded myself not to push over the edge and cum, but to save it for whoever received my first load once I was inside them. Still, it felt good and I was was feeling better as the enema volume inside me decreased with long streams of liquid with the splashing of whatever more solid chunks were shot out of my ass.

After a few minutes, Megan asked me if everything was coming out okay. I told her that it was and that I'd be out in a few minutes to give both of them their enemas (from me). I was probably in the bathroom for 10 minutes, or so, before I cleaned up and returned to be with them. I found it entertaining to watch them give each other enemas (that was part of the deal). Not nearly the attention to detail in terms or eroticism. After they had both expelled their first enema, it was my turn to give them enemas.

I had them lay on their backs while I positioned myself between both of them. I went through the ritual of inserting a nozzle in each of them. Being given enemas on their backs gave them the view of the enema bags draining as I controlled the enemas flowing into each of them. With one hand for each of them, my hands and fingertips glided over their skin. They. of course, could reach and touch me, too. I enjoyed their stroking of my cock, too. After they expelled their enemas, we took a short break for dessert.

During our dessert break we worked out a strategy for our enemasex session(s). I'll just say this as an after the fact observation: Megan was less enthralled by the whole enemasex thing. It was distracting for her to have an enema inside her while trying to have vaginal sex with me. Although she tried it, she needed to stop and release the enema inside her. On the other hand, her mom enjoyed it much more.

When Megan stepped away to the bathroom, her mom told her that she was taking over her position. I was still laying there with my erection glistening with Megan's pussy juices and part of my enema bag emptied into me. Sheryl took her bag and hung it in position, straddled me and slid the nozzle into her ass before lowering herself down to the floor to straddle my hips and take my cock into her pussy. She wasted no time sliding down upon me and, once I was buried deep inside her, leaned down to whisper in my ear how "fucking hot" it was to watch her daughter fuck me with the tubes coming out of our asses.

"Your turn," was all I said. I reached back to find the clamp on her enema hose and she sat up to find the one for me. At the count of three, we both opened the clamps. Because I already had part of an enema inside me, I couldn't really feel much change other than I was getting more full. For Sheryl, I could watch the expressions change on her face as the warm water flooded into her and she expressed how different it felt to being given this enema with me inside her this way. Of course, I could begin to feel a slight shift in pressure and temperature as her colon filled.

Of course, from my position, I had a clearer view of the enema bags as they emptied their contents into each of us. Megan came back from the bathroom and sat down beside us to watch us fuck. When the bags were empty, I asked Megan to close the clamps on our bags. I could tell you that it was surreal to have her daughter sitting there, her daughter who had my cock inside her just a few minutes before, watching her mom and I fuck (and it was). But it was the conversation that was so surreal (if you could call the sort of breathless back and forth between the two of them "conversation" between orgasms). Where Megan found the enema distracting Sheryl found the sensation of enema and the tightening of her anus as she approached and went through orgasms so different and stimulating (Catie had told me the same thing about our enemasex sessions that the enema made her more aware of the tightening of her anal muscles during orgasm. We guys have a similar response).

While there was this back and forth, I was getting closer to cumming. Sheryl could feel that as she slowly rode my cock. She had herself propped up with her hands on my shoulders.

"C'mon and give it to me," Sheryl was saying to me, coaching and coaxing me to press into her deeply so she could feel me spurting into her pussy. I think she talked herself into her own orgasm, wanting me to cum. As her orgasm subsided, I was going over the edge and trying to get as deep into her as I could. With the first two spasms, she was triggered into another orgasm, this time with a low moan and huge smile across her face as she felt her contractions and mine and knew that she was being well-filled. As our respective orgasms passed and subsided, Sheryl looked at Megan and said "And that's how you were conceived."

She paused a moment, saw Megan's confused look, and said, "Minus the enema." Megan was still confused (as was I).

Sheryl said, "When I got pregnant with you, it was this position, this slow, deep lovemaking that your father and I were engaged in that brought you into the world." It was a touching moment even as I was still deep inside Sheryl.

"You're not trying to give her another brother or sister," I said kiddingly. I had my own perspective on this topic since Catie and I learned that she was pregnant just before she died.

"Oh, for heaven's sake, no," Sheryl exclaimed. "But it is nice to remember how in love we were when we started our family."

I knew exactly what she meant. My ex-wife and I were so in love when we chose to start our family. She had gone off birth control nearly a year before we officially went into baby making mode without any protection. During that year, prior to her getting pregnant, we fulfilled two of our goals. We bought a house and we went to Hawaii for three weeks and visited all the major islands. We reduced our contraception by ending the use of condoms (still used foam, at least sometimes) and agreed if she got pregnant during this trip, it would be okay. It added a special sexual intimacy to that trip. But to know we were really trying for the first time; that was special.

This was the first time Sheryl has shared this type of insight into the sexual nature of Megan's conception. It just added to what she already knew; that her mom and dad loved each other dearly and that it was a terribly loss when he died. It brought tears to Sheryl's eyes as she was sharing this with Megan. Megan was teary-eyed, too.

"I'm sorry," Sheryl said as she looked down at me. Tears were running down her cheeks. She half-laughed, half-cried as she expressed remorse for crying while she had my cock and my latest load of cum inside her.

"I really shouldn't be crying. You're a wonderful lover. I just really miss him...." her voiced tailed off.

"I understand," I said. I reached up to her face with my fingers to collect the tears on her cheeks. I brought my fingers to my lips to taste her tears. "I really do." Of course, I did. It was different, of course. She had built a life and a family with her husband before he died. I was just beginning to build a different life and family with Catie when she died. Even in the midst of physical and emotional pleasure, the sense of loss for the ones we loved so much could burst through the pleasure of the moment. It wasn't guilt. It was the sense of loss that we were all dealing with.

"If the accident hadn't happened and if Steven was still alive and well, do you think we'd be laying here like this?" I asked.

"No," she said after a moment of thought.

"How about you and Catie? Would you be here if her accident hadn't happened and she was still alive?" Sheryl asked in response.

It was hard to guess. So many things, so many experiences had happened since she died and it was difficult to process in the moment what would and would not have happened if there was no accident and Catie was still alive.

"I don't know. I would likely still be at the conference this week and I would likely have been skiing at Snowbird this past weekend. Catie might have come with me to Salt Lake City. I can't be sure about that," I said. I was thinking about Catie's pregnancy. At somewhere around seven months pregnant, travel might be an issue. It was hard to imagine her being out on the slopes with me. Although I was thinking about her in that context, I didn't mention her pregnancy.

"But," I continued, "if she was alive and here with us, and if we had met the way we did on the slopes, she'd be right here with us as an active participant. She was pretty kinky, that way," I said.

"And if Steven was still alive, if there was interest and compatibility between us, and if the four of us agreed, we would be playing together," I said. I turned to Megan and said "And she would have shared me with you, too."

Of course, I was guessing at all of this based upon our limited experience together. Catie might have wanted a monogamous relationship after she found out she was pregnant or a very limited circle of friends with the sexual benefits. We never had the chance to explore how our relationship would develop. There was warmth and sadness in these feelings.