When we got home after our date with B and D, L pushed me into the bedroom, positioned me at the foot of the bed and pushed me back onto it. She quickly too off my shoes and socks and then she undid my pants and pulled them off along with my underwear. She didn’t bother with the shirt. In a flash she completely undressed herself. She orally persuaded me to stand a attention and then placed herself in the cowgirl position on my cock. She ground herself into me at first but then moved only enough to keep everyone’s interest.

When she put herself in this position it meant she wanted to talk, this time was no exception.

“What did you think?” She asked referring to B and D.

“I like them, in fact I like them a lot,” I answered. “What do you think?”.

She moved herself just enough to make sure no one’s attention had waned and finally said, “it was a little awkward at first and I was having some doubts but after B confessed about the gummy, things started going very well. And when she said that thing in the restroom about getting an enema tonight she really hooked me.”

So you’re good with B; what about D?”.

“He seemed a bit shy but that’s not a bad thing. I would guess that it was hard for him to make a decision about meeting other e-freaks. If you hadn’t posted the ad they never would have had the nerve to do it. Anyway I liked D. I think he’ll turn out fine when he gets more comfortable.” She went on, “what did you think of them as individuals?”.

“I thought B was as cute as a button, a little silly but I put that down to nerves and dope. I would bet that she really wants this to happen and would have no qualms no matter how far it went. D’s harder to read. He is very intelligent. Some of his observations were very well-thought-out and astute. I’m glad to have him as a friend. I agree with everything you said about him as well.”

She ground on me for a few minutes and eventually said, “I take it that neither of us has a problem with meeting them again, and no problem with where this potentially leads.”.

“Completely agree,” I said. “So we just have to wait until next Saturday to find out what they think.”

“Well S, this conversation has been very informative. I declare the business part of the meeting concluded. You may come whenever you chose. I will do the same,” L said in mock seriousness.

She proceeded to slide up and down on my dick. I could tell that she was right on the edge of orgasm. Suddenly she exploded, screaming and pitching back and forth. While she was in mid spasm I exploded as well; a rather large explosion in fact.

Before we fell asleep, we imagined aloud what the conversation between B and D had been like. We decided that they both had expectations similar to ours and that this show was as good as on the road. We both hoped that B had gotten the enema she had mentioned to L.

Somebody stopped all the clocks in the world, at least it felt that way. The Saturday after next would never get here. L and I were really, really looking forward to our next date with B and D. We had all agreed not to message each other before the next meeting so as not to influence anyone’s opinion. That wasn’t as hard as I had imagined. The hardest part was simply the damned waiting. I could not remember ever being this anxious, even as a kid before Christmas morning.

L and I tried not to talk about the wait but it came out again and again, especially during enema play. One time L asked me to give her an enema and eat her pussy at the same time. For us that’s not at all unusual but this time L wanted me to imagine that it was B I was enemazing and licking.

Finally the magic day came up on the calendar. We were to meet B and D at the coffee shop at 2:00 PM. Or not if they chose not to meet us signaling that they did not want the friendship to progress to the next level. On that morning L and I gave each other over sized enemas as we had done before the first time we met B and D. Maybe today’s enemas would bring us luck.

We got to the coffee shop a few minutes early and there was no one there to meet us. It only took our new friends five minutes to show up but those five minutes set a new standard for anxious waiting.

The four of us greeted warmly with hugs and kisses. It was obvious that all of us were very glad to finally meet again. We got drinks and picked out the most isolated table. Because it was Saturday the place was fairly crowded. The no e-talk rule did not apply now as it had on our first date. L asked B if she had a good time when they got home from the dinner meeting. She (L) asked this in reference to the chat she and B had had in the ladies room when B confided to L that she (B) was going to ask for an enema from D after they got home. L asked it in a way that said she may or may not have told me about the talk and that if B had not told D either, then the ladies room chat was a secret between the two girls. B responded that indeed she had a good time that night.

At that point a couple took the table next to us, ending our conversation. I said that the coffee shop may not have been a good place to meet even though it had been my idea. I suggested that we take our drinks and go to our home to have complete privacy. They could follow us home and I gave D our address in case we lost each other along the way. B and D glanced at each other. The questioning glance must have produced an affirmative answer because they agreed to take up my offer. We left the coffee shop and went the 15 miles to our house.

L wanted us to sit at the kitchen table to continue the meeting. She said this arrangement would make it easier to talk since we would all be in one small area rather than spread out around the living room.

“I have a minor confession to make,” L started, “B, I told S about what you said in the restroom at the restaurant.”.

“I told D as well,” B replied. “Nobody broke any kind of confidence here. And yes, I did enjoy the enema D gave me that night. I’m sure he enjoyed it too because I gave him a blow job after I was cleaned out.”. When she said this she blushed a bright red. I took it that this was the first she had ever said anything about enemas and used words like blow job with anyone else but D. She must have told herself that she would be a more open, sexual woman in this new life.

“What did you do when you got home?” B asked L and me.

“Well friends we talked about you two,” L answered wearing a sly smile. “And we were fucking while we talked. I was on top controlling the speed of the fuck. When we were done talking about you, we fucked fast and hard like two rabbits on a date. Did you talk about us while getting your enema, B?”.

“Yes we did,” D answered, “and I guess everybody was pleased with our first date. Otherwise we wouldn’t be here.

“I get a little tongue tied sometimes and I hope this isn’t one of those times, but I’ve got to say a few words. Now is as good a time as any.

“I’ve been hooked on enemas since I was a little kid. All along I somehow knew that my interest should never be discussed with anyone. I was simply a freak with a freakish interest which made me abnormal, maybe even less than human.

“When B and I got married and accidentally found that this weird thing was mutual, we realized that liking enemas maybe wasn’t as odd as both of us had assumed all our lives. And then later on we picked up that interest in our thing is shared by many other perfectly normal people.

“I am so glad I saw your ad online. Even if this relationship never gets past talking, we are more glad than we can say that we found friends like you two. I hope you don’t mind me speaking for you, Barbie Doll?”.

L and I were moved by D’s words. B had a few tears running down her cheeks. What D had said applied to all of us in many ways. I looked forward to long, interesting discussions with him.

No one spoke for a moment or two. L offered cake and more coffee before we moved forward in our discussion. I mentioned that wine and stronger spirits were also available. L and B chose white wine. D and I stuck to coffee.

I threw a question out to the table: how far do we all see this going? If we didn’t go into this thing on the same page, or at least some general idea it would never work.

B was the first to respond. “At this point I am looking forward to enema play with each of you. I like to give and especially like to get. I would like to make it into a game and play like little kids. Further than that we’ll have to discuss later.”

L was next. “I’m with B on the timetable aspect. In time I can see this becoming more sexual but that’s for another day. For right now I’d like to stick to enemas but if anyone wants to do something sexual with their spouse I’d have no problem. In fact, I’d like to watch.”

Now D spoke up, “I’m in total agreement with both of you. But I would like to raise a point. I’m straight but don’t think I would have a problem with giving and getting with S. Can I assume that L and B would agree that they are willing to share enemas with each other? More than willing it seems.”. L and B both nodded their heads in agreement. “The only question left is for S. Would you be willing to have enema play with me?”.

Finally I was up. “No, I don’t have a problem with same-sex enema play. Beyond e-play I’d really have to think about it. Like somebody already said; that’s a question for another day. I agree with everybody about everything else.”.

The rules having been established, it was now time for the game to start.