Next Door Neighbor Fantasy

I have always had a fantasy about next door neighbors catching me doing something, and then they start to join in, and help me.

I would love to have a next door neighbor that is age 50+ to catch me giving myself an enema with some panties down around my ankles. I am bisexual so I don't care if its a women or man to discover my secret.

I have thought about how shocked and embarrassed I would feel then come to realize they would like to help get cleaned out, so they can fuck my ass.

Has anyone had this type of fantasy before as well?

You bet. Mine is usually that I have been interrupted, or they come over for coffee and have to use the bathroom. I have forgotten to put away my gear and they come back with questions only I can answer. This begins a whole cascade of scenarios, both gentle and domineering and , yes, it ends up with me ass in the air and being drilled--man or woman, it doesn't matter.

Thanks circlejboi!

I have a cute girl for a neighbor. I would love if she discretely inquired as to why she hears the toilet flush so often sometimes and ask if I felt ok. Then she would reveal that sometimes when she wasn't feeling well she would flush herself out and ask me if she would like her to administer the same treatment to me. I would sheepishly reply that yes, I think I would like that.

Well, I think we all would. Thanks for sharing.

Actually, I do have a (unfortunately happily married such a person next door. ) After my wife died, we did, sort of, have such a discussion. Nothing came of it as, at the time, her sympathy overcame her (and my) good judgement.

gdfru

I have an incrediably fit and attractive neighbour about ten years older than me...a retired nurse..she is earthy and inclined to flirt when she gets some wine into her. She is happily married but I can dream 😃

I wrote a short story about this subject. Just haven't quite gotten the nerve up to share it yet, because it generational and same gender.

I have a medical tech is see twice a year who is attractive, friendly, funny and so confident it drives me nuts. She's young enough to be my daughter and I've had enema and sex fantasies about her since the first appointment. She wears scrubs and her freshness and physicality make me sweat bullets and fuel intense enema/masturbation fantasies. I can imagine her moaning as I lube her anus and insert a bumpy nozzle and proceed to clean her out in preparation for her first anal sex.

I've always fantasized about women in my life, but even at 63 this one is strong and steady.

I've always wondered if she feels my sexual tension when we're alone.

Wandrin,

I am going to go out on a limb here and tell you that yes, she proably can and does feel your sexual tension. I might be wrong on that, but most women have a sense about that sort of thing.

Mashie

One summer morning my good looking neighbor walked out on her front lawn in front of my dining room window, bent over in her daisy dukes and started fixing her landscaping. God did i ever wish i could just pull those down and stick an enema tube up her ass. she is hot and sexy but the couple of times we talked, she was a real bitch. So i assume she probably really needed a good enema.

Thats been a favorite fantasy of mine for years. The central theme is I'm called over to fix something in the bathroom and see the enema equipment hanging on the towel bar, or the bulb syringe on the counter. Many different scenarios play out from there involving giving/receiving multiple enemas, always ending in prolonged, intense orgasms. Always thought it would make a great video.

I still fantasize about about my neighbor from high school days. She was always sweet to me and treated me like an adult and also had an affectionate nickname for me. I always thought about her spanking me and then giving me enemas.

Oh my......with whom to start???? I live in a 55+ adult community that has some really HOT ladies who are married, divorced and widows. Wow, my fantasies are always running wild! Just wish I had the nerve to break the ice. But then, being married myself........oh well, one can always dream??? Hmmmmm yes!

I have a very attractive single woman (widowed, actually) who lives across the street from me that is about 11 years my junior, that I've wondered many times whether or not she might enjoy a mutual enema. She too is a nurse. She has a regular "male friend" that she sees and does things with, but likewise, she has confided in me more than once that she'll never marry the guy. She and I are kind of wine drinking friends when the opportunity presnts itself, and have even shared a few light intimate moments. She knows I'm married, and is reluctant to get heavily involved with me (which I can well understand), but nevertheless, isn't bothered by being a close personal friend. I've often wondered if she might like to share an enema at the right moment, but have never had the courage to ask, and of course don't want to ruin the nice friendship we have. I have to admit however, that I do fantasize about a nice session with her at some point.

Oh yes, the fantasy of a close neighbor discovering my equipment hanging in the bathroom has always been intriguing and fodder for all sorts of mental escapades. I'm particularly thinking of the contractor I've hired on several occasions to do repairs on my home and some rental property near by. Since he is a neighbor, that seems to fit this venue.

It all starts with that awkward moment that I realize we are going into the bathroom to take accurate measurements for the remodel, and my hose and nozzle are swinging from the shower door. Or I've propped the nozzle from my shower shot on the top ledge of the shower closure. He's observing the tile he needs to replace, slides the shower door open and the plasic nozzle falls to the floor, making a loud echoing clatter. He reaches to retreive it and our eyes meet.

What can I say, as he hands it to me? (That really was a grin I detected.) He bends to extend his tape to the farthest corner of the shower stall. My ears are crimson, and hot! Of course I reach for the bag; the long hose; the attached nozzle, still in his way. No words exchanged. He finishes his measurements, transfering them to his pad of paper. As he turns around, facing me, I'm stupidly standing there holding the equipment I retrieved.

"Don't aim that thing this way, unless you intend to use it." he chuckles. I'm still dumbfounded that this is really happening. "Looks like you must use it often. Part of a daily routine?" Oh no, the ball is in my court! My mouth is full of cotton, and all I can muster is a shrug, trying to pass it on as non-challant. "My wife uses that stuff, in fact she tried it out on me a few weeks ago."

I couldn't believe he was melting away all the anxious need for my stammering shyness. "How..how did you like it?" was my surprised utterance.

"Oh, it wasn't so bad. It solved my backed-up problem."

(And now we were being seated in the talk-show arena, it seemed.)

"In fact, I was hoping she'd bring it out again."

"Are you in need, again? (good reply, I thought)

"Uhh, do you mean, uhh, now?" His voice was a bit guarded.

"I guess so. It kinda depends on Your schedule."

"Well, uhh, this is my last appointment for the morning. Never gotten in this situation before. You sure you want to do this to me?" He was stammering, now.

"Why not. It's private, and there's really no hurry."

We went to the adjacent bedroom and he undid his tool belt.