ISO a friendly couple - Chapter 2

Lena and I had a simple dinner of soup and salad along with a bottle of white wine. We watched the news on TV while we ate which limited conversation. After dinner and the news we settled down for the evening, me with a book and Lena knitting.

Lena finished the wine we’d opened for dinner and I had coffee. Around nine o’clock Lena said the the wine had made her sleepy and that she was headed for bed.

“I may be up for a while,” I said. “I have things to think about.”

“I imagine you do,” she purred. We kissed good night and she went off to bed.

Ever since earlier that day when Lena had suggested finding another couple who share our interest in enemas, I could think of little else. Ideas were bouncing around in my head like the ball in a pinball machine. Some of the ideas were more practical, some fantastical.

I slipped a disc of Haydn quartets in the CD player, poured some Jack over ice and put on my historian’s hat to do some analytical thinking.

Why had Lena made such a provocative suggestion? Was she bored with me and our marriage? Was she completely serious about simply finding compatible friends, friends with benefits in this case? We had always been private about our enema interest, why share it now? How far did she imagine this going? One question led to another and another and another.

On the question of Lena being disconnected in our marriage I wasn’t really too concerned. If she had started our conversation that afternoon while riding my dick with, “I’m very happy with you and our life together” I would have been seriously concerned. Instead she had simply spit out, “would you like to swap enemas with another couple?” I knew that Lena sometimes carried ideas in her mind for a long time before she shared them with me. Anyone else might think that her question came straight out of the blue, I knew that thinking long and hard about something before saying anything was part of her process. I told myself to set this concern aside for the moment. I would ask her about it tomorrow but for the time being I would go on to another question.

Did she simply want to find compatible friends to revive our comatose social life? Knowing her intimately, this seemed more likely to be the her goal. When we retired a couple of years ago we were more than ready to get away from our professional lives. We both resented the implied rules and regulations involved in the educational and corporate worlds. Nothing was purely social then, there was a political shadow over everything. Any friends we find also into the red bag would have to be as private as we are and only willing to share their intimate lives with a very selectively chosen few. Perhaps Lena thought that joining a couple with our secret interest would somehow bind us all together, it would not be the kind of superficial friendships we had had when we still worked.

How far did Lena see this going? Did she want to go past enema sharing to complete spouse swapping? Would I have a problem if it went that far?

The Haydn quartets were done so I traded him in for Schubert Impromptus and got a refill from Mr. Daniels. Back to deep thinking.

I could see myself putting an enema nozzle up the butt of a woman other than my wife. Would I like to stare at her cunt along with the nozzle in her ass? Well, yeah I would. What about sliding my cock into her while the nozzle in her rosebud fills her up?

Hold on, Steve, you’re getting ahead of yourself. You can imagine all this but do you really want it to happen?

In my mind there is a difference between imagination and fantasy but the two are ends of the same spectrum. Imagination is whatever would or could actually happen. I can imagine the sun coming up tomorrow and believe there’s a very good chance of that happening. I can think that next week I would find an out-of-print book I’ve been looking for years. The rising sun is very likely to happen, finding the book is less likely but still quite possible. I can imagine hitting a home run to win the seventh game of the World Series but know that, without divine intervention, will never happen; it’s simply fantasy. The line between imagination and fantasy on the spectrum moves constantly and is extremely hard to identify.

I told myself to stay on the reasonable end of the spectrum. I had to confine myself to what safely counts as imagination for the present.

So, back to the fundamental question. Would I like to make new friends and share our interest with them? I have to answer this with a firm “Yes”. After all, I was only signing myself up to look for a friendly couple. This adventure could be abandoned anywhere along the way.

How would one go about finding people with such specific qualifications? I’m a member of ZITY, a website devoted to “non-traditional” sexual activities, one of them being enemas. ZITY lists personal ads posted by its users. That would be the place to start. If it produced no good results, we would have to expand our search. I’ll deal with that later if I need to.

I put down my bourbon (Schubert had long since finished) and found a pen and notepad.