There we sat. Everyone had just agreed to enema play. It seemed obvious to me that we were all ready to get started. The question was, “how do you get an enema party started?”. Just turning to someone and asking if they’d like an enema didn’t seem to be a good answer to the question; this wasn’t a high school dance in the school gym.

L offered everyone more to drink. The ladies kept to white wine and D with coffee. I switched to Scotch and soda (light on the Scotch). I was still a little nervous and didn’t think more caffeine was a good idea.

The pause was becoming awkward when I asked everyone if they knew how to play poker, specifically strip poker. Everyone knew how to play poker and I was pretty sure we were all old enough to know how to take off our own clothing. Card games are good icebreakers; they keep conversations between hands alive because the little breaks give everyone a chance to think of how to continue the flow of talk.

While L looked for a deck of cards in the kitchen junk drawer, we went over the rules of strip poker. 1) All players start with an equal number of pieces of apparel. Jewelry and eyeglasses do not count as clothing. Shoes count as one piece of clothing, not two, socks also count as one. 2) Only the player with the worst hand (according to the rules of real poker) was the loser and had to remove one piece of clothing. In any given hand there was only one loser, the other three were all winners. 3) The game would be five card draw with the opportunity to discard and replace any or all cards one time in each hand. If any player dropped out of a hand, that player became the automatic loser of the hand. So, in practicality no one ever dropped out. 4) The game was over when only one player still had at least one thing left on and the other three players were all naked. 5) The “winner” could request that any or all of the “losers” perform an act involving enemas. 6) Any player had the right to decline any action requested of them without losing the right to participate in the game.

Finally the game was ready. B had removed her shoes so that all players had six articles of clothing. I dealt. I’ll try to record the conversation only interrupting when something non-verbal happened.

L: I hope nobody minds a personal question. That’s probably a dumb thing to ask now.

B and D: Go ahead.

L: How often do you two play enema games?

B: Well, we both take one enema a month for health purposes, no sex play involved. For play an enema once per week, maybe twice. There’s no real schedule.

S: We’re pretty much the same minus the health part. How do you usually include enemas into you sex play? Is there a ritual?

D: I don’t know about a “ritual” but we seem to do the same things more often than not. When B wants an enema she says that it might be time to go to the doctor. I know that she means she wants an enema and a love-making session.

B: When D wants to get cleaned out he says that he is constipated and that he might need my help. That leads to an enema and sex as he said.

L: We’re more straight forward. When S wants an enema he simply says he wants “a wet job” or something like that. We seem to avoid the word “enema”. I don’t know why that is. When I want one I get out the gear and lay it on the bathroom counter. Within an hour or so I’ll get a call from S saying “my order is ready. He’ll already have the IV pole and a full bag set up at the end of the bed. Do you two each get an enema in the same session?

B: The health enema yes, otherwise not that often. You?

L: The only time we share is when S tells me that I need an enema. That’s code for he wants anal sex. I can say “no” if I want but that is very rare. So he gives me a big enema and another one for a rinse and then he fucks me in the ass. When that’s done I give him the same enema treatment, strap on a dildo and fuck his ass. Makes everything equal. How do you feel about anal?

B: We’ve tried it a few times but never could get it right.

D: From my side of the question, I like it when B screws my ass but it doesn’t happen often enough.

B: Noted.

S: Do you do an enema before getting it up the ass?

D: No, but I definitely will now.

During all this talk we had only played three hands of poker. B had lost her socks, me my shoes, and D his shoes.. it looked like the card game had really jump started the conversation.

It was getting to be time for dinner. L suggested we order Chinese food for delivery and everyone thought it a good idea. Within a few minutes four different dinners would be on their way. Back to the game.

S: I know that we all have fun doing enemas since childhood. Why do we keep it going after all these years? Sure, it feels god and that’s reason enough, but there has to be more to it. What’s everybody think?

L: I’ve thought about this off and on for years and in my case I think it all comes down to my physical reaction to enemas and other ass play. I can understand how most people have a hang-up about shit and anything associated with it is disgusting. That includes enemas. Shit is a natural thing which I have on good authority everyone produces. So what’s so bad about it? It stinks, I assume it tastes bad, and I don’t want it on my hands but otherwise what’s the big deal? I like to have things in my ass, always have. It doesn’t bother me that shit comes out of the same place.

D: Like I told you before, enemas have always been my secret. I did them and liked it and then felt ashamed. When I met B and we found out we share the same secret, it was like I’d found not only someone to play enema games with but someone I could completely and absolutely trust with my most private secrets. For me enemas are about intimate trust even more than physical pleasure. We’ve invited both of you into our most private world.

B: It was my deep dark secret too. I want to keep it a secret but I want to let a very few people into that secret world. I’ve chosen you and L to be among those select people because I think we can be very good friends we can share secrets with.

S: What D and B said about having someone I can trust completely is really profound. I’m going to steal that idea. I really can’t add anything to the conversation after those answers.

The doorbell announced the arrival of the Chinese food. We sat the cards aside with the current scores: D, five remaining items, L, five, S, 4, and B, four. The conversation kept up over dinner.

S: B, if you can’t finish your dinner, you can save some for later. I’ve never seen a woman eat fried rice with her titties sticking out.

B: OK, wise ass. I’ll bet you that your dick comes out before my boobs do. We can play for, guess what, an enema.

S: Bet’s on.

L: I have to admit that this conversation is starting to get me a little wet. Anybody else?

B: This talk about S’s cock has taken me past a little wet, it’s closer to a high water warning.

S: There have been stirrings.

D: Not a physical reaction yet but my imagination is going full speed.

L: Speaking of imagination, let’s hear about some of the things we’ve had in our heads for the last couple of weeks. I’m first. I got S to give me an enema and then eat me out and the whole time he had to call be B.

I had to blush a little when L shared that. Dinner was over and we went back to the card game.

D: I had two fantasies that came back again and again. In one B was getting an enema from S and she jerked him off at the same time. The other was L and B giving each other enemas.

S: The one that kept coming back to me was pretty basic. I wanted to watch D give B an enema. Doesn’t show much imagination, does it?

B: Right away when we met the first time I noticed what great tits L has. I imagined myself sucking them and fingering her pussy.

S: For someone who blushed red a few hours ago when she said “blow job” you sure have developed a potty mouth. (She stuck her tongue out at me.)

By now the tally in the poker game was D, four, S, four, B, three, and L, two. B had only her pants, underpants, and bra remaining. L was in panties and bra only. We were making progress.

The conversation slowed down as the clothing came off. Everyone was taking the game more seriously and looking forward to somebody getting naked.

B lost another hand and was down to bra and panties. As I expected, she had a fine body. She was a little chubby but I personally like that. She was starting to get a little nervous. We could tell because she started giggling over nothing. The giggling didn’t bother me because I knew nerves were the cause.

D caught a streak of bad luck, losing three out of the next four hands. I lost the fourth and took off my socks. The bad streak had cost D everything but his underwear. He was acting nervous along with his wife.

L lost the next hand and that meant her panties or bra. She chose to lose the bra so the first set of breasts made an appearance at the table. D and B expressed delight at seeing L’s titties and she (L) even blushed like a school girl.

At this point B said she had to pee and could not hold it any longer. L guided B to the bathroom and they went in together. Later I found out what happened in there. After B had peed L took her turn on the toilet. While they washed their hands, L touched her own breasts and said, “if you want, go ahead”. Even though they both knew that was technically a violation of the no sex yet agreement, B leaned in and sucked and licked L’s nipples. After a few minutes they returned to the table.

Now it was my turn to lose a couple of hands. Off came my pants and shirt. Only my underpants remained. Everyone was down to one garment except B who had two.

B lost the next hand and instead of taking off her bra as L had done, she removed her panties without standing all the way up. She sat close to the table so that nothing below tabletop level was visible. After the next hand somebody would be completely nude. The score was tied at one all around.

It was close but D lost the next hand and he looked a little distressed but nevertheless he stood to take off his shorts. He turned his back to us and lowered his drawers to reveal a compact ass. He slowly turned around to display the biggest cock I’d ever seen outside of a porno movie. It was only half hard but still had to be almost a foot long, long and thick. I gasped mentally and nobody said anything until B chirped, “see why we don’t do anal?”.

L was next to go down. She took off her panties and she posed for a minute, even spinning around to give us all the best view. She could be a bit of a show-off sometimes. It was down to me versus B.

In the last hand of the game, B went down to defeat (if that term really applies). She had a great rack, slightly smaller than expected but with outstanding, rosy nipples. I think they were a little erect, as was I.

As a gracious winner, I removed my shorts to reveal my hard-on. Now it was my job to come up with a penalty for the three losers.

We refreshed our drinks and moved to the living room where it was more comfortable. We were all relieved to get through the poker game without misunderstandings or hurt feelings. The card game had worked wonderfully as an icebreaker.

As we rested the casual enema talk started again. I didn’t take much part in the discussion, I had to come up with a suitable event for the penalty phase of the evening.