A year or two after my wife and I were married, we went to DC to visit my wife’s best friend, Peggy (not her real name). She had moved to DC not long after we married and this was our first chance to go visit her. We stayed with Peggy, in her apartment, during our weeks visit. On the second night, my wife and I, had a rather long and noisy sexual foreplay an intercourse session. The next morning Peggy told us, joke-and-lee, that she got very horny, just listening to us. The next evening after supper, my wife took me aside and asked, “would you mind, if Peggy joined us in bed tonight”. First, I was floored, my wife would even ask such a question, but once I got over the shock and thought about it for a moment, the hold idea sounded rather naughty, and would be a new experience for both of us. So, I ask, “if she comes to bed with us, what are the limits”, she replied, “no limits”. I then asked, “even the enemas we use in foreplay, or afterwards on occasion”. She replied, “yes, Peggy and I talked earlier about that. I told her about your sister and how, as teens, you gave each other enemas after school. That she also, advised me, to let you give me an enema, because, when he gives you an enema, he does things with the douche nozzle that will make your climax explode, you’ll really love it”. At that, I told my wife, “I’m ready, lets get started”. She said, “wait, there’s one more thing I need to tell you. Peggy wants you to give her an enema, then, she wants to give you one, is that ok”, I replied, “sure, we’ll each give the other two an enema, that way, we’ll each get two apiece. And I almost forgot, Peggy is on the pill, right”, my wife answered, “yes, she is”. I asked, “is there anything else”. She replied by, putting her arms around me and giving me a big kiss, and said, “no, you go unpack the enema bag and nozzles, bring them to Peggy’s master bathroom and get things ready. I’ll go get Peggy and we’ll change into our nightgowns”. I had our enema bag ready and hanging with warm water and baking soda, had found Peggy’s enema bag in the bathroom closet, filled it as I did ours, and was hanging it in place when the girls entered the room. I was still dressed and my wife, smiled at me, as she told Peggy to undress me completely. As Peggy was undressing me, I removed her nightie, then my wife’s. Now, the three of us were completely nude in Peggy’s bathroom, and we starting feeling, touching, and kissing one another as we prepared to give each other enemas. After our enemas, we returned to the master bedroom and Peggy’s king size bed. Over the next hours, we had a fantastic sexual session, consisting of me doing oral, anal masturbation, and vaginal intercourse with both girls. And the girls giving me oral head and anal masturbation. Before our sexual session was complete, that third night, Peggy invited my wife and I, to moved into the mater bedroom with her for our remaining four nights, which we did. As our sexual session concluded, my wife asked me, to douche her and Peggy while we took a shower, before we went to sleep. We return to the bathroom, got in the shower together, and I douched each girl with two quarts of warm water. Then we bathed each other, two taking care of one, as we had done earlier, in the bedroom. The next night was a repeat of the previous night with one exception, Peggy wanted vaginal intercourse as she was taking a two quart enema. We both exploded into climax, within a second of each other, a minute or so after the enema bag was empty and her colon full of warm water. After I recovered, my wife told us, “I wanted to try that”. She and I both exploded, once her colon was full, at about the same point Peggy and I had. She loved doing an enema that way so much, we add it to our sexual menu on a regular basis. The next two nights were just regular foreplay and vaginal intercourse. The last night was a repeat of the forth night and three very wore out people. Best I recall, my wife and I didn’t have sex again for about a week, which was the longest we’ve been between sex sessions since getting married.
During our drive back to North Carolina, I asked my wife, why she invited Peggy into our bedroom. She told me, “Peggy and I, have always shared things, and I didn’t think you would mind, because, your family has always been so open with one another. We got Peggy horny the second night, with our sexual activity. I felt sorry, that it happened, and wanted to make it up to her”. I asked, “why? Did she say something else to you about it”. She said, “after breakfast, Peggy and I were talking in the bedroom, as I was getting dressed, when she happened to see our douche/enema bag. That’s when the conversation turned to girl talk, and I told her what you and your siblings did as teens. Then about the conversations your sister and I had, the year we shared an apartment. That’s when Peggy told me, “she’d broken up with her boyfriend a few months ago”. At that point, I asked my wife, “I take it, you asked Peggy to join us, not the other way around, because, you felt sorry for her”. She replied, “both, Peggy asked me, “would I mind, if you gave her an enema like I described”, I told her, I didn’t mind, but I think, it would be easier, if you just joined us in bed tonight. Then Peggy asked me, “are you sure you want to do this, you know what’s going to happen, don’t you” I told her, I do, and I don’t mind. She then asked, “do you think he’ll mind”. I told her, I think he’ll love it, otherwise I wouldn’t ask”. I responded to my wife, “you’re correct, but I never thought you would go for something like that”. She replied, “I didn’t either. I felt sorry for Peggy, because we had gotten her horny, she had lost her boyfriend, and need relief, so I was willing to give it a try”. At that, I asked my wife, “now that we’ve done it, what do you think about it”. She replied, “I can’t wait until next time”.
A few years later, we were planning another visit, because Peggy had gotten married the year before. My wife and Peggy were planning a foursome for our visit, but unfortunately Peggy’s husband was killed in an ancient the week before our trip. She took her husband back to his home town in the Midwest to be buried and our trip was canceled. Our son came along a year or so later, and we never got to go visit Peggy again. We never saw her again after that, however we three talked by phone many times over the years. It’s hard to believe that was over 40 years ago. My, how time does fly.