Copyright© 2003 by Carlos Malenkov
We were making love maybe twice a month. "The problem," Joanne had once said to me, "is that you're just too damn unimaginative. Has it ever occurred to you that there might be more to lovemaking than just kissing my breasts and climbing on top?"
After living together for a year, the relationship was spiraling down into the doldrums. Jo wasn't even my type physically -- I like 'em big, blonde, and curvy -- and she's a petite brunette. We didn't have much else in common either. We weren't even talking much. In short, we were just plain bored with each other.
One evening she brought home one of those weirdo magazines that they sell under the counter. I had never heard of "Swinging Couples" before, but we ended up poring over it for hours.
We placed an an ad there.
MF twosome in their mid 30's seek same or older to explore the swinging lifestyle. Adventuresome, willing to travel, willing to try new ways of expressing affection. We are both bi-curious.
An even dozen replies came in the mail, about half of which we classified as possibles.
After a few exchanges of letters and numerous phone conversations, we narrowed it down to two couples, then one.
Marv and Winnie Burton were intelligent people in their mid 50's. They lived in western Texas. He was a retired civil engineer and she a registered nurse. They were RV people, spending at least a couple of months of each year on the road. We agreed to meet.
On an evening several weeks later, the phone rang, and it was Winnie, telling me to expect them at our door momentarily. A half hour later, there was a throaty rumble outside as a huge vehicle painstakingly maneuvered into three adjacent vacant spaces of our apartment building's parking lot. At first I thought it was a bus, but Jo, laughing and nudging me, asked if I had never seen a mobile home before.
Winnie was a very tall, plump woman, with graying blonde hair. Her husband was couple of inches shorter, maybe 5'9", and a well-muscled flannel-shirt-and-hiking-boots outdoorsy type. We sat around talking while Jo whipped together some light snacks and got out the fondue cooker.
It was getting on toward midnight, and by then all four of us knew we could stand each other's company without discomfort. We were socially compatible, but now what? The conversation wound down, then stopped.
Jo broke the silence. "I'd like to spend the night with Marv, if he's willing." She smiled shyly at me. "Cal, could you possibly work something out with Winnie, if she's agreeable?"
Marv stayed in the apartment with Jo while I accompanied Winnie down to to their parked RV.
"This is a 26-footer, Cal. It's fairly small, as such things go, but it has most of the amenities of home. I'd be happy to show you. Step right on up."
Such a luminous smile she had, there under the stars and the orange sodium-arc lights. I followed her bouncy round ass up the metal steps.
She switched on the interior lights. "It's battery power when the engine's not running," she explained. With a distinct click, she bolted the door behind us. Down the aisle, in the very back, was a fancy-looking queen-size bed.
Her cool hand on my forehead momentarily startled me. "You're very tense," she said. "I know just what you need to relax. As a nurse, I'm professionally knowledgeable about such things. While I freshen up, you can take your clothes off and make yourself comfortable on the bed."
I was nervous, all right, but I undressed down to T-shirt and Jockey shorts. My feet ached from a long day at work, and that bed sure did look inviting. I slipped under the covers and closed my eyes.
"Wake up, sleepy head."
She was standing at the foot of the bed, smiling and holding something aloft. I recognized it, all right. It was an old-fashioned red rubber enema bottle.
"This is just what you need to unwind," she said, and winked. "I don't know if you've ever had an enema, but it can be a very soothing and enjoyable experience. And, after that, we can proceed to other matters, if you're up to it." That endearing smile again. Marv was a lucky man, all right. Maybe it was my turn to get lucky tonight. I smiled back.
She pulled back the covers and I tensed up involuntarily. "Oho, you're a little shy. No need for that. I'm a nurse, remember? Roll over on your tummy and put yourself in my professional care."
Lying face-down, I felt her gently slide my underwear down past my knees, then all the way off. She was caressing, then massaging my buttocks.
"A very nicely shaped little butt you've got on you, sir. We'll be cleansing the interior of that particular part of your anatomy momentarily. You're a beginner at this, so we'll start off nice and easy. You'll only get a quart this time. Just relax."
My buttocks were feeling nice and warm and loose by now. I loved the feel of her strong capable hands on them. Now she was lightly stroking between the cheeks, and I felt something cold and moist at the entrance to my anus.
"Just a little lubricant to let the nozzle slip in more easily. Ready now?" Her voice had gotten a little hoarse. Or was that an undertone of excitement?
"Carry on, nurse."
I felt a slight pressure, then something slid into me. A gush of liquid warmth spread through my insides, then there was a gradually building feeling of fullness. Somehow, in the midst of all this, I had gotten a solid hardon. Funny thing, that. I wasn't sure whether to be proud or embarrassed.
"Let me know if I should stop. If it gets unpleasant or painful, I can cut off the flow." Her soft reassuring voice came from above and behind me.
I was starting to feel unpleasantly full, as if something were blowing up my lower guts like a balloon. Manfully, I tried to hold out.
"Almost there. Just a little more cleansing water into you. You're a brave little boy. Momma approves." I felt a gentle slap on my butt.
She held up the deflated rubber bladder in front of my face with a gleam in her eye. "You done good. Not everyone can take a full quart their first time. Now, just hold it in for as long as you can. Five minutes would be fine, ten even better."
Damn, but I had to get to the toilet. The pressure inside me was screaming to be set free. I was ready to burst. To explode. To spew that stuff out of me. Anything to relieve the cramps.
"Hold it in just a bit longer. It works better that way. Make momma proud."
I tried. I really tried. Then I vaulted off the bed and dived into the small bathroom cubicle. Raised the lid on the commode and sat down just in time. Then came the explosion. An enormous, watery, gushing, smelly explosion. I heard applause on the other side of the partition.
About ten minutes later, with my guts thoroughly washed and emptied, I staggered back to the bed and collapsed. Exhausted and more than a little sleepy. Limp as a noodle. I didn't know if I were capable of much of anything. She was lying there waiting for me. Naked.
She gathered me into her arms and pulled my head down to her breast. I sucked on a nipple for a few minutes then drifted off, pillowed in her reassuring talcum powdery warmth. The last thing I remembered that night was the sound of her voice lullabying me to sleep.
I awoke to the crackle of hot grease and the smell of sausages grilling. My clothes were neatly folded on the nightstand. Stacks of pancakes with butter and real maple syrup and the sausages on the side. Grapefruit juice. She sent me off with a lingering kiss.
I walked back up to the apartment to check in with Jo before I took off for work. She greeted me at the door with an open-mouthed kiss and pulled me into the living room. Without warning, there she was, bent forward over the end of the sofa with her skirt flipped up. No underwear. (How long had it been since she had exposed her gleaming, naked bare ass for me?) Seconds later I was inside her, and she was slick with moisture, and I was holding on to her skinny hips and pumping. She screamed as she came. I was half an hour late for work.
Joanne had always been the dominant partner in the relationship. When it came to sex she called the shots. I was the shy one.
I remember the first time we made love. We had only known each other a couple of weeks. She was driving me home from a poetry reading and I noticed we were on an unfamiliar road. She pulled off into a dark side street, unbuckled, then opened her door.
"It's a beautiful night out and I feel like a walk. Look at how brilliant the stars are. I see them reflected in your eyes."
We walked and she pulled me close and we cuddled while we walked. Her cheek was cold. She took my hand and pulled it inside her blouse. Her breast was hot.
We kissed in that secluded place on a nameless street. "I love- "
"Hush," she said. "I've loved you since the first time I saw you. You were so needy, and it touched something deep inside me. I can't resist wounded creatures. Come here."
We were behind a small grove of trees, and without any warning she had pulled down her skirt and was bending over. She presented her bare behind to me.
"Come here," she said. "Come to me. You know what to do now. I need you. I need you inside me. I'm so empty. Fill me."
Then and there I filled her, and it was the beginning for us. Things were never quite that good again.
That evening, Marv and Winnie were already there when I came home. Jo had fixed one of her Cal-Mex black bean taco specials (shredded cheese and hot sauce optional). The four of us were all smiles, and there was no shyness or hesitancy.
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