Our personal ad appeared in ZITY on March 1st. They only change from the version of the ad in the last chapter was the addition of the sentence, “We really want to find friends we can talk with and enjoy their company, with our clothes on as well as off.”

Lena kept calling it a “want ad” even though I reminded her it was a “personal ad”, a want ad looks for someone to babysit or paint a house. After a couple of rounds of this she kept saying “want” and I kept correcting her saying “personal”. It became a running joke.

We had to tell ourselves and each other to be patient. We had to be prepared for no response at all and that fantasies about our new friends would do good. Despite our attempts to be realistic we both were fantasying the hell out of this. Talking about the fantasies was kind of fun anyway.

I pictured myself on my back with our new lady friend (we’ll call her Ms. X) straddling me with her ass pointed at my face while she swallowed my cock. Instead of eating her pussy I was holding a nozzle in her butt. Lena imagined herself sucking my dick while Mr. X pumped her ass with warm water and he would not stop until she had made me come.

Our imaginations made us ask each other some questions we had not considered yet. For example, did Lena want to play with Ms. X? Did “play” include just enemas or did it also include lesbian action? What about me and Mr. X? I’m quite straight. My only gay activity had been experimental when I was an early teen. But I’m not homophobic either. I had to think hard about Mr. X together. I decided that I can give and/or get an enema from another man but that might be as far as it goes. It would be play-it-by-ear for me.

Lena claimed to have no problem being with another woman (at least theoretically). Her same-sex experience was as limited as mine but she said she looked forward to new experiences. Hearing her say this surprised me a bit but l must admit it got me hard. It’s never too late to try new things.

The day after posting the ad, Lena said we had to celebrate our entry into enema society. She proposed giving me a gigantic enema and, if I held it long enough, she would strap on her dildo and fuck me up the ass. I enjoy a good pegging and it had been some time since the last one. So I agreed without a fight.

The enema and the pegging were outstanding but they made me a bit sore and exhausted. That celebration would have to suffice for the day. I promised to repeat the day’s events the next day but that our roles would be reversed.

The next day Lena gladly continued the celebration. She took a bigger enema than her usual and welcomed my well-lubricated cock into her ass. The celebration was concluded. We decided to rest until we got a response to our personal ad.

The ad was finally answered a week after posting . The reply read:

I saw your ad and I think we can have a good time. I’m up for all kinds of ass stuff. We should meet soon for a good time. I’m ready anytime.

I had a bad feeling about this answer as did Lena when I showed it to her. We both noticed that the writer always said “I” and never “we”. While there were no spelling mistakes or improper grammar, he seemed to like short words and simple sentences. I looked him up in the ZITY member directory and found that he listed himself as in his 30’s and single. Too young, not in a relationship, and not very well spoken. And way too eager. He seemed the type to show up at your front door, ring the bell and, when you answer it he has his pants down around his ankles saying, “let’s get this party started!”. How stupid did this guy think we were? Probably dumber than himself. There was no chance of anything happening with this loser. I didn’t even answer his message.

We might be considered snobbish but I don’t think that would an accurate assessment of our attitude. We are intelligent and educated people and are not about to hide that. Unfortunately life in America these days practically demands that such attributes be hidden for fear of causing offense. Anti-intellectualism in American life has been a serious topic for historians for almost a century but the last couple of decades may well be the subject’s golden age. I could not imagine having an enjoyable or serious conversation with the young man who had answered our ad.

The question of hostility to intellectuals is not a matter of class. Unlike the usage of the word “class” in the majority of the world its meaning in America is based on money and money alone. Lena and I are not rich; “comfortable” is a better choice of word. Intellect has little to do with dollars in the bank and there are many rich people who seem to be idiots. I would prefer to use a word like “niche” rather than “class” to describe the position Lena and I occupied in modern America. We wanted to stay in our niche.

I few weeks passed with no action on ZITY. We went about our daily routines and didn’t discuss the situation much. Finally about six weeks after the posting we got the second response. It read:

We saw your ad a few weeks ago but hesitated to answer right away. We needed time to think it over.

We are similar to you in some ways. We’re late 50’s and early 60’s. We both have worked as teachers in a private high school. I’m retired and my wife is in her last year of teaching. We also live in western New York.

We both have been each others enemates since we were married 32 years ago. We both became addicted to the red bag as children as is the case for so many on ZITY. We have discussed sharing our interest with others for quite some years but always have been reluctant to “come out”. As teachers we held a semi-public status and we’re always careful to maintain a low profile. Since my wife will soon retire that need for privacy has been reduced.

We would like to get to know you both. If everything works out we could possibly discuss meeting in person. We look forward to talking with you soon.

It was signed “David and Barbara”.

This sounded too good to be true but maybe all the tumblers had fallen into place and this really could work out.

I responded right away after telling Lena about the prospect. In the reply I listed the particulars on age, occupations, and backgrounds as David had done. I. Also included a little about our enema life without going into detail. I hoped that they really got the idea that we wanted a relationship that developed into more than wet orgy. This was to be a social and mental relationship as well as a physical one. I closed by saying that it looked like we may be a good fit and encouraged them to write again soon.

We corresponded back and forth for more than a week with messages every day. Each time we got a little more frank about our lives. I was impressed by David as was Lena who always added something to our messages. As far as I know we never talked to Barbara (don’t call her Barb) unless she added her two cents as Lena did.

In one of the messages David said that he thought the best thing about enemas (aside from the feeling) was the trust involved. He said that the true enjoyment of an enema depended in large part on the complete trust required of an enemate. Being with someone in such an intimate activity meant that trust mattered even more than in sex because enemas are not socially acceptable. Long married couples and those in long term relationships have this level of trust. His short dissertation on trust was very astute to my way of thinking.

I told Lena about this and she was equally impressed. That night we had loving and intense sex, just good old-fashioned sex without bells and whistles. I popped the question to Lena.

The next day I pulled the trigger and asked David and Barb for a date.