Had a visit with my other doctor this past weekend – Dr Smith (S). We had some good sex, and some less good sex. I decided to see what the fuss was about and ‘let’ him give me an enema as part of the medical scene we were playing out. I didn’t love it. Actually it killed the mood for me. I suspected it might but he wanted to give me one and all y’all seem to love them so I figured why not try it. I’m glad I did, just nope, not for me.
I’ve a long, unhappy history with my bowels. Can’t believe I’m talking about this but what the hell, I’ve shared worse. I’ve mentioned before I’ve got IBS-D. I’ve been examined for Chron’s – happily I don’t have it. I’ve had many bouts of colitis caused by the IBS going well back to my childhood. I didn’t have a great mother and she made no secrete of how annoying my needing to stop for the bathroom was, nor did it prevent her from getting very angry with me if, due to her refusal to stop, I had an accident – which happened. Nor was it fun when I started dating boys and I had to worry about what I ordered when we went out to dinner – would it trigger an attack? What if I had to, you know, ‘go’ when we were fooling around? Lotta buried triggers there.
Anyway, we set the scene up as a strip-search, prisoner intake and it started out super fun with my being manhandled and forced to strip then came the enema – on my side, 1 quart warm water. Was supposed to be super mild etc. About half through it I started cramping and being uncomfortable and it was freaking me out. S had wanted to be in the room when I expelled but no, couldn’t do it. I called red and had a full blown IBS attack. Killed the mood for me at least. We finished the scene after but it wasn’t super enjoyable from my perspective as I remained afraid I was going to have an accident. I did my best to make sure the boys had fun.
Made up for it the next day. We went out for brunch and I wore this retro-y flower print sundress and some wedges. It’s cute and sort 50’s ish. It has a halter top and some built in support for the girls so I went braless and made sure I told the boys I was pantyless too. My belly was feeling better and I was determined that I was going to have some fun to make up for the previous day. We were early enough so brunch wasn’t super crowded yet, all the good people were at church. We got a booth and S corralled me into the inside spot sitting down next to me, hubby across from me. We ordered Bloodies and about as soon as the waitress left S’s hand was on my leg burrowing under my dress to check if I really was pantyless. I was. He also gave me a quick little O before the drinks got there. A small one but my boys knew what happened.
The drinks came, very good Bloodies, we ordered food and talked about plans. S wanted to know if I was up for trying the scene again without the enema. I thought about it for a second and decided I wasn’t so I said, “No, but I am up for a nice threesome after this.”
S smiled and chased a blue pill with his Bloody Mary. He offered one to my husband and with a grin he took it too. Hubby has only taken one a few times so I knew things were going to get ‘serious’ haha.
We had a wonderful breakfast focused mostly on eating but S would occasionally put his hand between my legs for a quick flick of the bean which kept my motor running nicely. Near the end of the meal, I went to the ladies and when I came back they were both grinning at me. That’s usually a good/bad sign.
We wrapped up and headed to the car when Hubby says, “Why don’t you ride in the back with S.”
Ah. So they were up to something. I climb in, S gets in and starts kissing me. I’m quite OK with this. We’re barely out of the parking lot and his hand is up my dress. I’ve been at slow-burn through the entire meal to the point where I was worried that I would have a wet spot on the bottom of my dress so I was quite ready for this. Pretty quickly he’s got the zipper down at the back of my dress and is pulling it off of me.
“In the car?” I asked rhetorically.
S just pulled my dress off. There I am, nude, he’s putting kisses all over me and has his fingers on/in me and I’m just one happy lady. I dug his cock out of his pants and I’m playing with that as best I can but I was having a lot of trouble concentrating if you know what I mean. I came a few times and we’re back at his house. I had to walk naked from the car to the door, a short distance but it was broad daylight. The exposure – in the car and then outside – did it’s job for this exhibitionist. I loved it.
Once inside the house I became the center of attention. They stripped off their clothes and we moved to the bedroom. I’m on the bed with S between my legs eating me and hubby’s cock in my mouth. I’ve cum maybe a dozen times by this point. He says that he wants to watch S fuck me so S climbs up and we fuck while hub watches. I start by trying to suck him while S is doing me but that ends fairly quickly as I don’t have that kind of multi-tasking ability. S finishes and hubby immediately takes his place and starts railing me – porno style. He’s saying all the right dirty things to me like, “What a hot slut you are fucking two guys. Do you like being a whore,” which, under normal circumstances is NOT something I like but in these circumstances was exactly the right thing to say. We cum at about the same time and next thing I know S is back between my legs fucking me again. He’s doing me, hubby is feeding me his messy cock and I’m in slut heaven. S eventually cums and hubby is back at me. My pussy is literally hamburger at this point but I’m loving it. They both manage another go – and at this point they’re taking FOREVER to finish so I finally had to call an end with a “Stop, OK, enough.”
So all in all the weekend was a good one! The med play was fun but not great, I wasn’t able to relax enough after the enema to get into it but the sex on Sunday more than made up for it. My pussy still aches from the pounding she got.