IT IS IMPOLITE TO NOT BE NEIGHBORLY

A few days after we played with Karen, (Karen is our hot, recently divorced neighbor who came by to watch my lovely wife get punishment enemas and more), we talked about how we were going to deal with the possible aftermath from a “one night enema stand”. We had known Karen and her “husband” Kyle for years. Kyle had been caught cheating on video during a local police sting. After it made every news channel and newspaper, social media caught up with it and he became local memes. This was too much for Karen to forgive as she had caught him in the past and he had promised (several times) never to do it again.

Our concerns that Karen would be shy around us were quickly squashed about three days later when she knocked on the door. “I have been waiting for DAYS for an invitation to your enema games” she nearly shouted through the door. We quickly opened the door and shuffled her inside as we really did not want the entire neighborhood to be in on our games.

“Why have you ghosted me?” she sheepishly asked. It was almost like we had been neglecting her and shunning her which she attributed to her being a young divorced girl. “Not at all” I answered… “we just could not figure out if you had been OK with all of the play and worried that you got freaked out”. She grinned, pulled up her skirt, and showed me her sopping wet panties. “This is what happens when I think about those enemas and the spankings”. Now I knew she had been hooked. “Come on in and I will get Lisa”.

Lisa stepped out to the living room with a sparkle in her eye knowing exactly what was going to continue. “I really hope we didn’t freak you out” she blurted. “I already apologized to her” I returned with a smile and a wink. “Let’s just move forward and see where things go now.”

For the next couple of hours, we chatted about the neighbors, the new store at the intersection, her divorce, and her now lacking sex life. Of course, everything quickly changed to enema talk as she had a million questions about flow, bags, nozzles, etc.

I jumped on the chance to talk about enemas and conducted a impromptu “show and tell” of all our bags, nozzles, and other cute attachments. We discussed how warm enemas are completely different from hot, or even more so, cold enemas. I taught her about different nozzles and how they delivered enemas differently. She learned about positions and hold times… she really wanted to know everything she could about enemas!

“Well”, I told her, “the best way to describe the feeling of an enema is to just get one”. Lisa was totally on board and was wondering when I was going to make our offer. Karen jumped on the chance and began to tell us how she had wanted the enema since the day we played, and she needed to know the feeling after she had seen Lisa get them. I told her to relax and we would do all the work for her this time.

We walked into the bedroom and Karen began to blush with the realization that she was about to be showing off her ass for inspection, prodding, and filling. I could see that she was turning red and asked her what we could do to make her feel more comfortable.

“Can you guys be naked with me?” she asked like a little girl asking for a pony. “Of course!” we both said simultaneously. Lisa looked at me and just smiled. I knew that was my cue to go ahead and get undressed first. Now it was my turn to get embarrassed. I was in a room with two beautiful, but fully clothed women and I was standing there buck naked with my erection pointing due North.

It appeared that the ladies thought this was a bit funny and just stood there for a minute watching my cock bob up and down with my heartbeat. After a few agonizing minutes, Lisa disrobed down to her panties. “They have to go too” I shouted, “if my cock is out, your pussy is at the party.” Lisa just laughed and dropped her panties to the ground exposing her freshly shaved mound.

Now, the naked people outnumbered the clothed. “Your turn” I told her… “and leave your panties on”.

She locked eyes with me and slowly took off everything except her off-white lacy panties. I quickly remember just how incredibly sexy she was the last time I saw her. But this time it was different… she had a vulnerable and timid quality about her which just accentuated her already wonderful body.

I could actually see her tremble when I told her I was going to get her first enema ready. “First?” she gasped “just how many do you plan on giving me?”

I told her I would go easy on her and just give her two medium sized once since she was an “enema virgin”. She would have to get one as a soak and one as a flush. She did not know what that meant except that she knew she was getting two enemas.

I asked Lisa to go into the bathroom and fill a bag half-way with some mild soap and very warm water. While she was gone, I asked Karen to get on the bed… on her knees. I sat down on the bed beside her and began explaining the upcoming enema to her in calm, soothing tones so that she could relax a little before Lisa returned. While I spoke with her, I stroked her hair and rubbed her back. She cooed and told me that this was what she missed the most about being married… someone secure that she could trust her darkest secrets with.

As Lisa emerged from the bathroom with the enema bag, I saw Karen tense. “Relax”, I told her, “this will be given gently”. I told her that we would listen to her body and her words to make sure that she was not getting overwhelmed by the enema. “If you get cramps, don’t wait to tell us.” I reassured her that she would be OK as I continued to stroke her hair and back. “You stay there and keep doing what you are doing” Lisa told me. “I will take care of everything downstairs”. I was a bit jealous as Lisa would have a front row seat to this enema but knew I would get my turn eventually.

I felt Karen’s back arch and she asked, “is the enema in?” Lisa calmly told her that it was just her finger coating her anus with lube. Karen stayed tense as Lisa continued to work her finger into her asshole, twisting and turning to coat her outer and inner muscles with lube.

“Now take a small breath and hold it” Lisa told her. As Karen breathed in, Lisa pushed a standard enema nozzle into her ass. I could hear Karen’s breath quicken as she anticipated the start of the enema. A small audible “click” and the enema began to move from the bag into her anal cavity. The flow was not fast, but I could tell that Karen could feel the water entering her. With each passing second, I could feel Karen’s belly begin to slightly bulge and could see beads of sweat forming on her neck and lower back. “I’m getting full!” Karen exclaimed as the water was about halfway done. “You have to relax and let the water do its job” I told her. She began to slow her breathing and I could see that she was beginning to enter a sub-space like many enema subs I had seen before.

“Keep breathing and stay calm” I whispered to her. “You are doing great! Just let the water flow”. Karen gained some new resolve and calmly let the rest of the water flow into her. As the bag emptied, she turned and looked at Lisa. “SPANK ME before I am allowed to release this enema!” she shouted. Lisa obliged and landed a dozen hard swats on Karen’s ass, turning her cheeks a bright red hue. After the swats, Lisa allowed Karen to run to the bathroom. As we didn’t want to cross lines, we let her expel in peace… which she profusely thanked us for afterwards.

Stepping out from the bathroom, Karen had an energized glow about her that matched the huge smile on her face. “This is what I have been missing!” she cheered as she strutted back to the bed. I told her that she had done a good job, but it had only been a medium sized enema. “Bring it on!” was her response as I took a new bag to the bathroom to fill.

I filled the bag to nearly full and added an extra squirt of soap. I walked back to the bedroom hoping to surprise Karen with a bag overflowing with soapsuds.

But I was the one surprised. Lisa and Karen were in a full on 69! They were giggling and trembling while licking each other. Lisa laid on top as she grinded her pussy down onto Karen’s waiting mouth. Karen, in turn, pushed up her pussy to meet the tongue of Lisa. Neither of them even heard me come into the room as they were totally engrossed in their own pleasure. “Ahem” I grunted… “time for the second enema”.

Lisa stayed on top of Karen and told me to go ahead and start the enema. I reached under Karen’s ass and parted her cheeks to expose her pinkish rosebud. Her anus beckoned to be penetrated and I gave it what it wanted. First with one finger, then two.

As I entered her, Lisa growled for Karen to resume licking her. Karen became totally distracted as she started again, lapping and sucking on Lisa’s sweet pussy and clit. While she was distracted, I slipped a balloon nozzle into her ass and rapidly pumped up the balloon to seal her enema in.

The bag quickly emptied without a sound from Karen other than the occasional grunt and moan. She took the enema like a trooper, but I suspected that it was because she was distracted by the grinding of Lisa on her face. Lisa looked up to see that the enema bag was empty and sat straight up over Karen’s face. “Make me squeaky clean down there while Jeff gets you off” she ordered. Karen began to expand her area of pleasure and darted her tongue in and out of Lisa’s asshole, eliciting a shudder and groan from her.

Lisa looked at me and said, “get to work… she can’t expel until she cums”. I began to lick, suck, bite, and nuzzle on Karen’s pussy and clitoris while she continued to hold the enema. I was waiting for her to as for relief in the bathroom, but instead just asked to cum. I gave it all I had on her and she exploded into a wet, shaking orgasm. All of a sudden, I felt warm liquid on my chin and chest. “I never squirt unless I cum hard!” Karen exclaimed. I told her to relax and that I was more impressed with the size of her orgasm.

Now was the time for her to ask for relief. We let her jump up and run to the bathroom to finally expel. As she ran off, she looked back over her shoulder and winked at Lisa. Lisa winked back and smiled my way.

As we parted for the night, Karen could not get the smile off her face. As if she had a sudden thought, she looked at me and said, “do not think for a second that we have forgotten about you”. “Lisa will be taking care of you tonight and I will be back to finish what I started… maybe with a friend!”

I looked over my shoulder to see Lisa holding a bulging soapy bag of enema goodness. “Your turn”.