F ollowing our relaxing luncheon and lengthy discussion about our sexual experiences of the past evening and morning, Ursula, DeeDee and I again found ourselves at our home. Ursula, our delightful 18 year old Swedish exchange student guest, sunned hers elf by the pool. Her young body gleamed in the warm Florida sun. DeeDee swam in the pool. I mulled over the earlier conversation about my wife receiving en enema right here by the pool. I was so intrigued by this thought that I finally said, "Ursula dear , don't you think that it's time for DeeDee to receive the enema we talked about earlier?" Also with a bit of sly humor the girl replied, "Your so right, Al! DeeDee are you ready for your enema? Remember what we talked about after lunch? It's your turn now, DeeDee. " Ursula and I smiled at each other in our reaction to our put-on seriousness. DeeDee popped out of the water at the edge of the pool and smiled demurely. She swam away to the stairs and soon emerged minus her bathing suit. Ursula handed her a towel. I had placed a large plastic air mattress-float on the side decking and as Ursula la dried DeeDee, I slipped into the house for the necessary enema equipment.

When I returned DeeDee was lying face down on her towel which now covered the float. Her ample buttocks looked terribly inviting and it was all I could do not to bury my face between them and kiss her sensually. However, Ursula and I had business to at tend to. I gently rubbed suntan lotion on DeeDee's shoulders and back as Ursula filled the enema bag with water fresh from the pool. She screwed in the hose and hung the bloated red bag on a hook at the porch overhang. She briefly opened the valve to drain off any trapped air then quickly closed it. My hands now massaged DeeDees' bottom as Ursula asked if we were ready. "Not quite, Ursula. I think that DeeDee needs a little spanking to get her in the mood for her enema. DeeDee, have you been a bad girl? Don't you think you should be spanked?" I spoke to her like a child. DeeDee has a bit of a quirk in her about wanting to be treated this way, then spanked before anything sexual happens. It seemed this was a good idea, so I hesitated and brought my hand d own on her right cheek with a loud slap. Again on the left, then alternating for several smarting open handed slaps on the poor woman's rear. She winced with each stroke and soon presented Ursula and me with a deliciously reddened up turned rump.

"Now DeeDee, it's time for your enema," I said to her. "Ursula will administer it to you, you naughty little girl." With that, Ursula dipped her finger into the Vaseline jar and pulled out a gob of it. She carefully parted DeeDees' freshly spanked cheek sand spread it deeply in the crevice. DeeDee sighed and pushed lubricated and well aroused by the anal stimulation,

Ursula reached for the enema tube hanging next to the bag. I had replaced the douche nozzle with the smaller conventional one, as DeeDee was not accustomed to receiving enemas on a regular basis. I assisted by spreading DeeDee's still red buttocks wit hone hand as I massaged her lower back with the other. Ursula eased the nozzle into DeeDee's anus. It slid in quite easily thanks to the Vaseline thoroughly applied via Ursula's penetrate with her finger. With the nozzle securely in place, Ursula licked open the valve and began the flow at a medium rate.

I rose at this point and seated myself on a beach chair to watch this spectacle unfolding on the pool deck. The sun shone brightly on Ursula's golden hair and my wife's blushing cheeks. Ursula and I still had our swim suits on. Soon DeeDee shifted her body a bit as some preliminary cramps passed through her abdomen. "Breath deeply, DeeDee, until they pass," I instructed. She did and the enema continued with Ursula in attendance. The bag was steadily emptying into DeeDee's lower bowel. She pulled herself up on her knees as the bag gurgled it's last into her body. Ursula reached under my wife and felt her distended stomach. "Ah, DeeDee, you're very full. Your tummy is full of the enema water," Ursula said in her cute Swedish accent.

The nozzle was removed and since the valve was not clicked of, some water in the hose streamed over DeeDee's buttocks. "Ooh, it's peeing on me now," she said in surprise. "Now I want to stand up and move, OK?" We helped DeeDee to her feet. Her belly was obviously very full an d she looked pregnant. "I think that I am going to get in the pool to ease the pressure. Meanwhile, get me a pan or something in case I have to go. I don't want to do it in the pool."

I had already planned ahead and placed the bed pan at the edge of the pool. DeeDee slipped into the water and drifted off to one side of the pool. She gently swam around for a few minutes and told us that being full but able to flex in all directions in the `water felt good. She hung at the edge of the pool and after a bit, we noticed her face becoming tensed up. I looked again and realized that my wife had positioned her crotch in the direct stream of the incoming water flow from the pool pump system. DeeDee was masturbating herself with the pressure of the water flow! We moved toward her and each of us held her hand. We felt DeeDee grip us tightly as she began to move her hips against the flow of pool water. All the while she held the enema. DeeDee began to grimace and moan as she squeezed our hands

In a few minutes, my wife was bucking her up-turned hips against the under-water stream. With each thrust she clenched hard. DeeDee's glazed eyes closed and her face contorted. A couple of sharp cries emitted from her throat as orgasm overcame my wife. We felt her hands loosen from their tight grip as DeeDee relaxed her body. "I think I need to go she said as she saw the white bedpan a few feet away. Ursula jumped in the pool and swam with DeeDee to the stairs. She helped her up as DeeDee's knees were now weak and her abdomen quite fully distended. As Ursula helped DeeDee squat, I slid the bedpan under her plump bottom. She s squatted just above the bedpan and in a moment the first rush of water swirled from DeeDee's opening anus. The force was so great that some of the water splashed over the side onto the deck. We helped support DeeDee as she expelled some large masses of brown into the pan. DeeDee gave a sigh of relief and continued to release the enema. More and more brown water filled the white plastic pan. Some now splashed on DeeDee's buttocks.

Eventually DeeDee had completed her bowel movement and we heard another sound of water as she peed into the very full bedpan. Now empty and relieved of pressure from within her intestines, DeeDee stood up, with our help ,of course. The poor woman needed wiping very badly. She was covered with drops of brown water and more solid matter between her cheeks. I did the honors with a moist washcloth which I had ready for this very task. Soon the washcloth was very dirty and brown and DeeDee's bottom was not! "Time for some relaxing skinny dipping, ladies. Ursula let's you and I take off our suits and join DeeDee back in the pool." With that we removed our swim suits and slipped into the water as a nude threesome this time.

It had been a unique almost twenty-four hours since all this enema play had begun. We were still amazed at our responses to each other and again agreed to see each other on weekends if a tall possible. Topped by DeeDee's outdoor enema, all three of us had now experienced intensely sexual anal and enema stimulation and thoroughly enjoyed it. As we lounged around in the water, soaking up the sunshine, we felt almost as one, a keen sense of internal relief. We were cleaned out by the enemas and drained.