"Enemas? Really?"

@SwitchableSusie said:

Someplace I have a book, "Screw the Roses, Send Me the Thorns."

That must have made you very Thorny 😁 😁

That must have made you very Thorny 😁 😁

Ugh ! 😄

"Screw the Roses, Send Me the Thorns." is good book on aspects of BDSM that was written by Philip Miller and Molly Devon. Last I knew, Molly was alive but Philip passed away some time ago.

@Dahiana

I wasn't going to say that! 😁 😁 😁

I find that hard to believe.

Since that morning with EB when he brought me coffee and a ‘crawler’ I’ve been doing some catch up in my sex life. EB lit my fire when he ‘made out’ with my pussy and also made me realize just how much I have become accustomed to having ‘my’ men in my life and that you don’t take for granted that things will always be as they should be or guaranteed.

EB’s touch with me that morning and seeing and being with him again had me wanting to go to @Lora_C’s Tom and see how he was faring in his life and those hurdles in his way. Tom isn’t much for texting, never was, and probably never will and really doesn’t care. Oh, you can send him a text or a picture but don’t expect much in the way of a text. Lora was the thumbs of that pair and Tom was more than happy to let it be at that.

I kept in my anal and vaginal jewelry after EB’s splendid job as making them all the more slippery, and I love the feel of them. They do help with my Kegel exercises and they do benefit me more than I realize as I have come to appreciate this week. But I popped by Lora’s and Tom’s and he was in good spirits and as my Steve was away on business, I asked Tom if he would mind some company, perhaps for the night. I am glad that he agreed and I fixed him some supper in the nude. Tom loves to have me go about the house nude and it is second nature for me to disrobe when we are alone and can expect privacy. It is always fun to do some light cleaning or cooking for Tom when I’m nude and he will watch me do this and that and I love the way he looks at me, my body, and my movements.

***** Recently, I’ve been having a conversation with a couple of members here about how our men like to have us when we are alone. My husband Steve, prefers that I disrobe, or strip, for him starting with my blouse, bra, skirt or slacks, panties, in that order. Tom doesn’t mind or have a preference as to how I undress for him and he watches intently as I do so, and I love how he looks at me as I do. 🌹 EB prefers that I start with my shoes, slacks, panties, blouse and then bra. Sometimes EB will stop me after I remove my panties and wants me ‘bottomless’ which I am happy to do. My husband loves to see my breasts, my under breasts to be precise, and my putting on a button down blouse and leaving all unbuttoned so that he can see my breasts only when my blouse falls open in such a way. Tom? Naked is just fine with him! 😁

When Tom and I finished our supper I asked him how he liked my jewelry. His gaze had been constantly viewing the weighted small chains hanging out of my slit and from between my bum cheeks. He liked them. ? 😈 But then he asked me if I had ever had an enema with those inside of me. I had not. He would like to give it a go if I was game. ?

I was. 😈

The enema bag that I keep at Lora’s and Tom’s is a clear 3 qt silicone bag with a clear silicone tube but with a standard white plastic douche pipe. Not the large black one that EB and I both use when we do our enemas, but I enjoy it all the same. And so Tom and I did up the dishes and we went into ‘our’ bedroom for my enema. As a note, I do not get into Lora’s and Tom’s bed and have never slept with or had sex with Tom in their marital bed. We never will either. That is their bed.

With both pieces of jewelry inside of my body, I lay on the bed as Tom made my enema and came in to administer it to me. I lay so that my bum was readily available to him and felt him as he began to slide the douche pipe inside of my bum. The egg shaped part of the jewelry that was inside of my bum and which the approximately 3 inch chain was attached was able to move out of the way of the douche pipe but we were very careful to not let the chain be pushed back up my rectum and inside. I could feel the douche pipe bumping up against the ‘egg portion’ of my jewelry and both nozzle and ‘egg’ moving about in my bum. I could also feel what I believed to be the shaft of the douche pipe sometimes pressing up against the back of my vaginal wall and onto my vaginal jewel. It wasn’t unpleasant but it seemed to be a bit crowded and all three objects inside of me were moving out of the way of each other but it was done.

It was a very interesting experience just fitting the douche pipe in my bum and when Tom opened the flow of my enema into me, It was, um, 😕 interesting. Tom was moving the douche pipe back and forth and around in my bum as we sought to find a spot where my jewelry would accommodate my having an enema. It wasn’t a bad enema by any measure, but I don’t think it will become a favourite way to have an enema. But I will say that when my enema was all inside of me there was some difference in the way I experienced the pressure of the water, the jewelry, and the douche pipe. In all, I did like it. 🌹

But the high point was when I switched position from my left side to my back during the enema and Tom had me spread my legs for him. A man’s shoulders and back are a splendid place to rest my legs as they tend to my ‘ginger-ness’ and for the second time that day, another of my favourite men pressed their lips to mine and brought their tongues along my slit and into my folds and a smile on my face. 🌹

The release of my enema, well, that was a little awkward and I had to do some bit of contortion to allow for the water to pass around or over or something and from my anus. It was a bit messy but not terribly and I’m not certain if I will have another enema with the jewelry inside of my bum. No matter, I enjoyed it, and especially spreading my legs for Tom’s special ‘kisses’. 🌹 All the better when all was said and done, and we went to bed and spooned after I returned the favour and went down on that very special man. 🌹 🌹 🌹

We ate breakfast in the nude after we orally satisfied each other before starting the day and I went off to work with some of Tom’s taste mingling with toast and strawberry jam and orange juice. 🌹 🌹 🌹

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***** P.S. ***** Earlier I wrote of how ‘my’ different men like to see me undress. I need to make clear that I did learn a trick to how to undress and be nude for a man from @gibby. 🌹 🌹 🌹 It was she who was the first to undress for all of us at a dinner when all of this began for me. She was trying to ‘teach’ us what to expect when we made our vacation together at a seaside nude resort. One thing she said has stuck with me and it was that just before she removed every single stitch of her clothing that fateful day, she told us that we were all free to look at her, leer at her nakedness, ‘memorize’, scrutinize, or otherwise examine her in the minutest of detail of any part of her body that we could see. Look at her all we wanted, as close as she wanted, ask her to turn this way or that or spread this or spread that, she would do it. And she did. 🌹 I call it, doing the ‘Gibby’. 🌹 🌹 🌹 And she meant it. And I did. 🌹

I still do every chance that I can get. 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹

It is a given that my husband is going to see me naked. It’s part of living with another person. But when I undress for him, possibly in front of him, then I want to be ogled and leered at and viewed with approval and lust. That is why I took my clothes off in the first place. This is me, enjoy. 🌹

And so it was with Tom and indeed with @Lora_C and @gibby her husband and even Ruthie and Dave. But I do understand that sometimes my gentlemen may not be absolutely sure if they are welcome to ask me to be naked or for them to see me naked. THEY ARE. Tom 🌹 and I have shared our homes with each other and so the familiarity we feel with the other is well established. And it is now so with EB after some struggle ? but I’ve taken it upon myself to not necessarily wait for him to ask me to remove my clothing. I just do it and he is free to view me, have me, anything he desires. He doesn’t have to ask, but if he does, then I’m naked. 🌹

And that brings to mind something that bothers me in this day and age with the #metoo lot and those who want so much to be a victim or have the moral ‘I’m more of a victim than you’ mindset.

If I wear a fitted white button down blouse and a sheer bra that allows for the colour of my nipples, their state of hardness or protrusion to be visible, and someone ‘ogles’ me, then I had better well change my blouse or cover up and not expect that someone will not look. Or if on that same blouse and bra I don’t button the top three buttons, need I say more? ? Or if I wear a tight skirt that I know makes my bum look nice, or have a high slit, I had better understand that I may attract some stares or be ‘undressed’ by someone using only their eyes. If I didn’t want or expect the possible attention, then I should dress the nun habit.

And there are times when the delivery nights I find myself wearing a skirt and having to climb a ladder with the delivery men nearby, I cannot be ‘righteously indignant’ if they cast their eyes my way as I climb the ladder in hopes of peering up my skirt. I may not have intended for that to happen, but I should have been more careful. However, the doctrine of ‘look but don’t touch’ is very much in effect. Looking askance at my manner of dress that may not have been consciously considered for the task at hand is something I have to accept. Being touched intimately and without my permission and my body sized freezer and wood chipper will find me bleaching out any evidence of anyone wishing to run their hand up my skirt without permission. 😈

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It's all about context and venue. And it is my responsibility to be aware of both.

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🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 Tonight was the delivery night with EB. 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹

I was his to take. 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹

Reading so delightful words makes me thought that my sex life is so vanilla and boring.....but makes me realize that I can accomplish so more and will be fun!!!

Thank you MsLila!

@Ms_Lila

Seems women need a freezer and wood chipper sometimes ? pesky law enforcement has other ideas ?. But when that touch is welcome, well there is nothing like it really. Especially if it's done with love and affection, even if it's a spank or a hand running up a long leg . Pretty damn wonderful!!

"WOW!" 😳 😜 😉 😄 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 Nice piece erotic writing and straight from the heart...simply heart pounding!

One thing she said has stuck with me and it was that just before she removed every single stitch of her clothing that fateful day, she told us that we were all free to look at her, leer at her nakedness, ‘memorize’, scrutinize, or otherwise examine her in the minutest of detail of any part of her body that we could see. Look at her all we wanted, as close as she wanted, ask her to turn this way or that or spread this or spread that, she would do it. And she did. 🌹 I call it, doing the ‘Gibby’. 🌹 🌹 🌹 And she meant it. And I did. 🌹

Being naked with someone ... it's an attitude and not about just taking your clothes off. It's an attitude about ... yourself. If you want intimacy then you'd better have an attitude that there's nothing off limits. You have to be ready to been seen ... as you are on the outside but how others respond to you will be because of the way you feel about yourself on the inside.

Even tall people ... 😁 😁 😁

@gibby I love your height, or lack thereof. 🌹 When we are standing and we embrace, your mouth is right there where my breasts are. 🌹

Those teeth, though? 🙄

My lack of height does have its advantages ... 😈 And you don't seem to mind one bit. 😁 😁 😁

My lack of height does have its advantages ... 😈 And you don't seem to mind one bit. 😁 😁 😁

True. 🌹 🌹 🌹

@gibby I love your height, or lack thereof. 🌹 When we are standing and we embrace, your mouth is right there where my breasts are. 🌹

Those teeth, though? 🙄

May I be an admiring bystander....?? 😈 😈 😈

We'll both be naked ... you may as well be naked too. 😈

Most definitely. 🌹

I am never going to get tired of seeing Beth Anne naked. It is one hell of a rush just to be able to walk up to her and take her clothes off and not have the cops called on me.

I am really liking "... total access." 🌹

Hopefully you're getting over being a gentleman. 😉

Hopefully you're getting over being a gentleman. 😉

No EB's still quite the gentleman 🌹 but we're past that and we are enjoying the 'activity' very much. My husband is also randomly removing my clothes and it is quite the boost to my ego. I won't minimize the rush I get when the men that want to be touched by, and admired by feel free to approach me and satisfy their curiosity or lust. 😈 And that sounds self absorbed and even conceited in so many ways, but I enjoy being the centre of attention with these two and I'm not minding those men passersby who I've caught giving me the once over even if I don't consciously seek it with them.

I have to wonder if there is that element of exhibitionism in me that enjoys the looks and writing this, of course there is. In my professional comportment I do not seek those kinds of looks. But at the same time I do not abhor those casual but approving glances from both men and women. Not that there are that many or that I am some sort of 'raving beauty.' I am not all that outgoing in my real life, except for those I want near me. I want them to feel welcome to be so intimate with me. And I don't want to be perceived in that way by others but I won't go 'all feminist' if a man's gaze lingers more than is polite.

In short, I like it. I like the intimacy from those I choose to share this side of me with. 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 You lot reading this are part of this. 🌹 🌹 🌹

And that sounds self absorbed and even conceited in so many ways, but I enjoy being the centre of attention with these two and I'm not minding those men passersby who I've caught giving me the once over even if I don't consciously seek it with them.

You and I have talked about this ... but I was the shortest kid in class from almost day 1 and all the way through school and college. I was always described as ... pixie ... elfin ... diminutive ... people were always pinching my cheek and telling what a ... doll ... I was. 😡 And it did play with my mind and my self-esteem while I was in school and even a little beyond ... except in the martial arts arena. Then 😕 there was that ... 'dynamite comes in small packages' ... 🙄

When I first met you I always thought you were so graceful ... poised ... elegant ... and fucking tall. 😁 😁 😁 And I also thought you were one cold bitch ... and an intellectual who used books to read and not to stack to get up to the top shelf ... a tall nerd. 🌹 I also thought you were ... standoffish ... or aloof ... and on the cold side. And that first time at Lora's and Tom's when you all were asking about the nude resorts ... you shocked me when you were the FIRST one to take off all of your clothes and ... strut your stuff. 😈 I had so underestimated you. 🌹

Before you and your Steve started your ... sexploration ... and before you came here, were you the ... outsider? The last one asked to dance? Afraid to wear heels?

I knew Lora liked you a lot ... and the first time we had sex ... I knew you were very familiar with sex with a woman. 🌹 And I love our times together ... and being the ... go-between ... with you and your Steve but I feel a connection with you and wonder if your being tall made you feel ... strange or ... different ... when you were growing up. If I didn't know better ... I would have thought that you always felt this good about yourself and knew that you were beautiful. And maybe you did when you were growing up ... but you were only one of a few who knew you were. 🌹 🌹 🌹

We'll both be naked ... you may as well be naked too. 😈

Well, then, I will, if that invite was meant for me! 😈

Tonight was delivery night and my husband 🌹 was there to help me with it. Many of the things I do with @Cedar are things that I want to try with my husband and see if I'm on the right track with him. 😈 My husband, Steve, sees me in the nude or naked a great deal of the time at home about the house and mostly before bedtime or bath time when it is 'expected' that there would be nudity. He likes having me completely nude when the mood strikes him and I am all too willing and happy to oblige. He asks me to disrobe and I disrobe. 🌹 Sometimes, but not often enough, he will approach me and take my clothes off so that he can 'admire the view.' I like this from him. 🌹

He's a special man, my Steve 🌹 and has to do a great deal of travel and also the oldest son of his family. The responsibility for the care of his father oft times falls upon him and the stress shows. Since our sexploration has been part of our lives these past few years, I've found that our closeness has grown even more since we have opened up ourselves to the other. I do like to be undressed by him, taken at his will, and enjoyed as if he hasn't seen me in ages. And sometimes that seems all too true, especially with his job and the amount of traveling he has to do.

My Steve came to the shop a couple of hours before closing and helped to clear the dock for the delivery that was soon to come. Nothing that he couldn't handle and he set about to do it without having to be asked. He just did it and it is a task that, if done before delivery saves a considerable amount of time and is less hectic for me to make ready for the delivery. I was able to close shop on time and my Steve was in back on the loading dock tending to business and I went to assist.

But I did so after removing my slacks and panties and going to him 'bottomless'. 😈 I know that there is a certain gentleman who loves having me this way and I wanted to see what my husband thought of my working attire. 😉 As I said, our nudity or shared nudity, is something we do at times when it is expected. Not so much expected is my going 'bottomless' and traipsing out there where he normally does not see me in that state of undress. I got the reaction from him that I wanted and I 'caught' him stealing glances of my 'bush' and admiring my legs and my 'tushy'. 🌹 There were quite a few times that I had to bend over to retrieve something from the floor and I had to take my time in doing it. He didn't mind.

I had left my slacks and panties in the back office which is some bit of distance from the loading bay dock. As time got nearer to the expected delivery, my husband seemed to be somewhat concerned about my being bottomless and I know he wondered why I as not concerned about this. I let him wonder. 😈 We both heard the truck pull up to the lane area and that beeping noise a delivery truck will make when backing up. He fully expected me to retrieve my clothing but instead I walked over to the door opening mechanism and reached for the 'UP' button. The truck sounded as if it was still backing up and I pressed the button and enjoyed the look of concern and surprise on his face as the door began to rise. Not to worry. I have a smock that I hang near the door lift and I had plenty of time to put on my smock.

The delivery helper, as I expected, was out and directing the driver in backing up the trailer. His glance my way was brief and I doubt he saw much. 😉 He may have, but I was watching the looks on my husband's face thinking I was a fool who took too long to fasten up the buttons on my frock. 😁

It's not my longest frock. 😈

And there many times that I would have to reach above my head to place a delivery item in place, or to scoot something over. Why, sometimes I even had to pick up a pencil or other small object right in front of my husband. He had the devil's own time trying to decide whether to sneak a peak up under my frock or making sure the delivery people didn't see too much of me. Oh, it was a close call several times. 😉 😁 I even was almost caught running my hand across the front of my husband's trousers. Oh, yes, he was responding. But in front of strangers?! 😮

I told my husband that I was sorry for being so naughty and careless. I hoped that my Steve would pick up on 'naughty' and act accordingly. 😈

The delivery dropped off their items and packed away their gear and drove away in their truck and I removed my frock and hung it back up by the door lift and pushed the button for the door to come back down. I know, 'my bad' in that it should have been (a) push the down button and (b) take off my frock and hang it up. Or at the very least wait until the delivery truck had cleared the ramp way and turned to go out of sight. Very careless, I know. 😉

The door down and the delivery truck rumbling on its way, it was time to finish the delivery. There were several five gallon buckets of plant food on the loading bay floor and my husband took me by my hand, sat down on one of the buckets and pulled me across his lap! I hadn't a stitch on below my waist and I was soundly and resolutely spanked! But it wasn't just a few swats. NO! They were hard, well delivered, and increasingly painful swats from this man! When I realized he wasn't going to be stopping any time soon, for some reason, I began to count the number of increasingly harder swats he was giving me on my bare bottom. After my 20th stinging swat delivered to my bum by his large hand, the other was clutching a handful of my hair and twisting it as he held my head down. I quit counting after 20 something and the stinging and pain were there and my bum felt very hot.

Thankfully the spanking stopped and he and I stood up at the same time with his hand pulling me up all the straighter. My bum was still stinging and very hot when he took off my blouse and my bra and that wasn't done with a great deal of care. All I was allowed to wear were my shoes and we finished putting away the delivery with me totally nude. At some point, I found myself wiping away tears from my eyes and that some had run down my cheeks and fallen to my breasts. I had been crying. 🌹

Once done, my husband 'dragged' me up the stairs and prepared an enema for me. That didn't concern me because it was only my two quart enema bag and he had me lay back on the bed and told me to masturbate. And he wanted me to cum and not to stop masturbating even if I came and was still having the flow of the enema into me. I obeyed. He watched my every hand movement and how I started to quiver and fall into the throes and it was intense. My bum was still very hot and I had become wet during my spanking and I came several times. I was still 'rubbing another one off' when he removed the enema nozzle from my bum and told me to keep 'rubbing' myself. He came back with a nearly full enema bag and once again slipped the nozzle into my bum and opened up the clamp all of the way. It wasn't a full two quarts and he had me stand up with my nozzle still inside of my bum and walked me towards the bathroom.

I was mistaken in thinking that he was going to let me release the enema and instead made me clean and hang my enema bag. All the while I was with enema! Once I had done that I turned about as if in readiness to sit down and release my enema but, NO! Steve took me by my hair and showed me to the bathroom door and ushered me down the steps assuring me that if I stumbled he would have my hair and keep me from falling. Damned decent. Not really.

He was directing me, guiding me, from behind by his fist in my hair and pointing my face in the direction he wanted me to go. He took me by the back office where I have my longer frock and told me to grab it and that we were driving home. I went to put the frock on but he stopped me and said that I could do that when we were about to get into his car. He was parked across the alley in the nursery parking lot and it wasn't all that dark yet. His comment was that, as the slut that I am, I would have no problem walking that bit of distance naked and with enema. He carried my frock with him and luckily we did not see a soul about. He let me put my frock on but not fasten it and with the very stern warning that I had better not release one single drop of my enema in his car or there would be hell to pay.

The man drove so slowly and in an indirect route over some of the biggest bumps in the county. Not letting any enema leave my body was, and is, partly to the credit of my Kegel exercises and NOT his driving skills or speed. I did not even have a butt plug to assist me! 😮

And once we were home, Steve removed my frock, had me get out of his car and walk in front of the headlights as we went that last bit from the road to where opened the garage door. And no, not one drop of enema left me all the while. Once in the garage, my Steve had me open his door and kneel between his legs as he exposed his penis to me. He was somewhat erect as could be while having driven those 10 miles from the shop to our home, and he had me take him into my mouth and begin to suck. I love his penis. 🌹 🌹 🌹

His ejaculate was very forceful and more than I am accustomed to when I perform fellatio on him and it told me that he very much was aroused by what I had done. 🌹 🌹 🌹 I suckled on his penis long after swallowing his ejaculate and in spite of my needing to release my enema. I knew there would be more 🌹 but I did not know where he would have me take it. It didn't matter, I am his to fuck, when and how he wants to fuck me.

My bum was so sore once I sat down to release my enema and it was a forceful and productive release. Steve asked me, as I released my enema, if I was his cunt. 🌹 Was I his slut? 🌹 Was I his whore? 🌹 And of course I am all that for him and because of him. 🌹 I love that man who is sleeping in our bed as I write this. He wanted to read what I have written, and I have written this in a word document to paste here, but he fell asleep, as I shall soon.

For once I had released my enema a few hours ago, and suckled on my Steve's cock, he had me follow him to my small sound stage and studio where I will rehearse and practice my singing. It is also a good place to listen to music or to be leaned back over the stage where I was penetrated by his penis that always feels so good inside of my vagina where he belongs. 🌹 🌹 🌹

When we wake in a few hours, I will be given another enema and perhaps taken anally so as to 'complete his tour' of my body. 🌹 🌹 🌹

And after this all transpires, I will want to find out what it was that worked so well for him this night. What brought out his savagery, his tender savagery, as I am going to call it. 🌹

This night was different for us. 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹

DAMN! I hope he gets you in the ...end...uh..your end! 😡 😜 😄 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹

DAMN! I hope he gets you in the ...end...uh..your end! 😡 😜 😄 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹

I will be surprised if the story ends here. Very entertaining and we are all rooting for him in the end!

I meant her end.

THE WAY I READ @Ms_Lila's post is that this was new for both her and her husband. I read it as being something new and special between the two of them and I think and thank her for taking the time to put down her thoughts about what she and her husband both did. It must have been something very special for her to take the time to sort things out by writing about it and then sharing it with us.

I, for one, look forward to what she tells us next and it seems like she and her husband have turned another corner in their "sexploration". I may be wrong but I think it was something that may have scared/thrilled them both at what they could do with each other. So, no smart ass posts from me and I want to know, when she feels like writing, how this went for them after they have "slept" on it for a while.

Well, OK, 🙄 maybe just that one sort of smart ass remark.

Loved your post, Beth Anne. 🌹

DAMN! I hope he gets you in the ...end...uh..your end! 😡 😜 😄 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹

I got it in the end TWICE 😈 😈 But I will have to wait to write the Paul Harvey version, 'the rest of the story' a bit later on, and hopefully today.

I will say that we did take my spanking too far but we wanted to know how much I could take. We both wanted it and now we just need to work on the degree.

I loved it. 😈 🌹 But I am going to have some rather severe bruises for a bit. 😳

So damned hot!!! Thanks for sharing that.

I got it in the end TWICE 😈 😈 But I will have to wait to write the Paul Harvey version, 'the rest of the story' a bit later on, and hopefully today.

I will say that we did take my spanking too far but we wanted to know how much I could take. We both wanted it and now we just need to work on the degree.

I loved it. 😈 🌹 But I am going to have some rather severe bruises for a bit. 😳

Beth Anne, you seem to have two entirely different relationships with Steve and Cedar, almost on opposite sides of the planet. You describe an almost brutal encounter with Steve, a bit like antagonists with you acceding to his demands. With Cedar, the two of you are intimately together in your desires and actions, moving in synchrony while taking enemas and exploring your intimate sexuality. I can't help comparing the two, wondering if Steve is just a bit envious of Cedar's relationship with you, which is reflected in his dominant approach. I know that you move in a larger community of sexually open and active people, all of whom agree to play with each other as long as they are part of the group. Clearly, though, your relationships with Steve and Cedar are seemingly much more intimate, superseding those of the group. Just speculating on the mysteries of the world.

@Wolf2007 said; "I know that you move in a larger community of sexually open and active people, all of whom agree to play with each other as long as they are part of the group. Clearly, though, your relationships with Steve and Cedar are seemingly much more intimate, superseding those of the group. Just speculating on the mysteries of the world."

@Ms_Lila I understood that your "group" or "circle" consisted of other couples you and your husband knew. I've never seen it mentioned where @Cedar's wife was ever involved in the circle where your husband, or any other husband, had sex with her or that @Cedar and his wife ever took part in any of the couple's sex you enjoyed with the other couples.

In fact, @Cedar and @Lora_C were having an affair based on an existing friendship. It wasn't until later that you became involved. And I recall, but can't find, some "etiquette" where if one husband was fucking the other wives, that it was expected that the other wife of that husband would also be fucking the other wives husbands. I think there was even a little problem with one of the husbands fucking you and @Lora_C but his wife wasn't fucking your Steve or her Tom. 😁

@Wolf2007 also said; "With Cedar, the two of you are intimately together in your desires and actions, moving in synchrony while taking enemas and exploring your intimate sexuality."

That was a brutal spanking your husband gave you and I wonder where that came from? I don't want to piss you off, but that spanking by your husband doesn't seem to fit anything you've done with @Cedar. If this makes you angry, I apologize. 🌹

@Wolf2007 Steve is my husband and I have no one else before him in my life and I do not see the time when this would ever happen. We have opened our marriage in a very limited way to a very select few people so that we can explore different sexual experiences and find something that suits us and the sexual relationship we want in our marriage.

I can't help comparing the two, wondering if Steve is just a bit envious of Cedar's relationship with you, which is reflected in his dominant approach.

My Steve has nothing to be envious about regarding @Cedar, never has and never will. If my Steve were to ever express to me his desire and want to make our marriage exclusive to all others, I would do so without hesitation. My husband and I often ‘take the lead’ with the other regarding what we want from each other at the time. It depends on the situation.

That absolutely does not mean in the slightest that I would not deeply regret having to end my sexual relationship with @Cedar and I would hope our friendship could survive without the intimacy with Cedar that I have come to cherish. It is not something I wish to dwell upon.

@Dahiana, Cedar was never ‘technically’ within our circle of friends, @Lora_C was aware of the ‘etiquette’ or ‘fluid bonding’ considerations of those of us in our ‘circle’. HOWEVER, early on, and once I knew of Cedar, @Lora_C made it crystal clear to those of us in our ‘circle’ that her relationship with @Cedar was NEVER to be a factor in whether or not she was to ‘fuck’ the rest of us. And though I believe that if her Tom were to ever have wanted to close their marriage again, she would have. BUT that marriage would have had to be nothing short of heaven on earth with assurances that all would be well forever and ever Amen.

In short @Dahiana, the relationship between @Cedar and @Lora_C was utterly off limits to anyone not named Cedar or Lora. ANY broach of that subject to Lora and her ire and rage would have been instantly unleashed. I know, I once even hinted at what you posted and she would have had my guts for garters had I ventured or uttered even ONE MORE WORD. 😧 I am not exaggerating in this in the least. I was quick to drop the subject but was under her icy stare for some time afterwards. I regretted having even made the slightest reference to it. I did not make that mistake again.

@Wolf2007, I never sought out @Cedar’s sexual companionship but rather came to know him through his friendship and love of @Lora_C. She was defensive of their relationship and only relented to my warming to this wonderful man after her first stroke. Indeed, after her first stroke, I rather believe that she saw the need to allow and even encourage a more intimate relationship with someone other than her. So I knew it would be safe for me to act upon my growing attraction and affection for @Cedar, but never dreamed that perhaps she was grooming me as her ‘standby’ or ‘replacement’ should she not be there for him. She often said that she ‘adored’ @}; - 🌹

As protective as she was of @Cedar, she did have a practical side when it came to @gibby. 😁 😁 😁 It rankled @Lora_C to no end when @gibby failed or, more likely, never sought, permission to ‘fuck’ @Cedar. 😁 😁 😁 As fierce as Lora was, that ‘little ninja’ as Lora called Gibby, made Lora believe that she wasn’t above, ‘kicking her ass’. 😁 😁 😁 Gibby didn’t even ask, she just did it. 😁 🌹 Lora was stingy but practical. ?

@Wolf2007, @Cedar is a very dear and intimate friend and we know what could happen. I don’t ever want to lose this intimacy I have with him and I hope I never will. I am of the mind, and heart, that I will not be the one to make my marriage with my Steve exclusive to all. And if my Steve and I were to even limit our outside sexual partners, I would want to keep what I have with Cedar. 🌹

One last thing about the ‘etiquette’ consideration @Dahiana, I currently, on occasion, enjoy intimate relations with the husband of a younger couple and he is a young man I admire and respect. He is someone I enjoy outside of my own ‘circle’ and I would never consider making it a condition that his wife ‘fuck’ my Steve. It wouldn’t be necessary. Likewise, I won’t be ending my intimate relationship with Lora’s Tom 🌹 at all either.

Also I will not now, nor ever, speculate about @Cedar’s marriage and relationship with his wife. That is NOT for me to address or something for me to question.

@Wolf2007, @Cedar is a very dear and intimate friend and we know what could happen. I don’t ever want to lose this intimacy I have with him and I hope I never will. I am of the mind, and heart, that I will not be the one to make my marriage with my Steve exclusive to all. And if my Steve and I were to even limit our outside sexual partners, I would want to keep what I have with Cedar. 🌹

Dear Beth Anne, your explanations of all of this go beyond what anyone would desire or expect. I respect you deeply for your honesty and courage. 🌹 🌹 🌹