In the last story we saw how Martha did an unexpectedly fast exit, which was probably a good thing because my wife, Julie, decided to come find me and reconcile our marriage differences. As it turned out that reconciliation resulted in some of the best sex I'd had in some time and made for a memorable event. Some stories, however, do take some unusual turn of events and this one is no exception.
So Julie and I returned home, each of us grateful that we were able to reconcile our differences and appreciate one another much more than what we had been doing. Yet the short time that I had had with Martha at the cottage remained ingrained in my memory and just would not go away. For one, whenever I went into the linen closet for a towel, I could not miss seeing our red rubber enema bag, which, of course brought back the memories of the fun time of my giving Martha an enema and then shortly thereafter her giving me one. But it wasn't the enema that was the main event, it was the incredible sex we had afterwards. It was the sight of the enema bag that made me want to give one to Julie if the opportunity arose. I just knew that I could not just come out and make such a suggestion, but would have to wait for the right opening, if you pardon the expression. Still, the idea fascinated me. I just had to be patient.
It was early September and a couple of months after the adventure at the lake cottage that I received a cryptic text message on my phone: "Do you still like to help with cleaning out?" It was Martha, but how did she get my number?
I replied, "Yes, sometimes everyone needs some help."
"That's good because I do. I'll be at Uncle Jack's cottage on Thursday." My heart skipped a beat just thinking about going back to the cottage and getting Martha over my lap again. Thursday was a week away so I could tell Julie that I had to go see a client who had a maintenance issue, which wasn't all out of the ordinary.
"Sounds good. See you then," I typed back.
Thursday morning arrived, I packed an overnight bag, kissed Julie "goodbye" and headed out to my "appointment." Three hours later I pulled down the dirt road and saw the rental car next to the cottage as I approached. Martha was already there!
When I got to the deck, the door opened and there stood Martha looking as good as ever in a skimpy bikini that left little to the imagination. God, but she looked fabulous and all I could think of was getting her out of that bikini. "I see you've made yourself comfortable," I noted.
"Yes, it was so warm that the only thing I could think of wearing was either this or nothing," she replied with a naughty giggle.
"It seems that you made the wrong choice," was my snarky reply as I gave her a passionate wet kiss.
"I wasn't sure that you would reply to my text let alone come."
"I'm just curious. How did you find my number?"
"It wasn't difficult. When we were here last, you left your phone on the kitchen counter when you were sitting out on the deck. It told me its number." So I'm thinking, "This lady is far more clever, no, make that devious, at every turn, but why didn't I think to get her number?"
"So what made you want to have us meet again?"
"Well, for starters you are as good in bed as anyone I've ever fucked. Second, you give great oral, and third, you are the only guy who didn't flinch at the idea of having to give me an enema. By the way, did I ever tell you that you give a really good one?"
"No, you didn't, but I'm glad that my technique meets with your approval!" I said also now wondering how many guys have gotten to experience Martha in the bathroom, let alone the bedroom.
"Why don't you change out of that outfit and into a swimsuit. It's so hot that a dip in the lake sounds really enticing. I'll be on the deck waiting so don't take long."
A couple minutes later I had changed and went out on the deck. Martha wasn't there, but when I looked towards the lake, there she was lying on the dock sunbathing. After a short walk I joined her and noted that she had the bra to her bikini unfastened. "You are a slowpoke," she said rolling over and letting the bra fall off her chest. "What do you say we do a little skinny dipping? I haven't done it in years and it sounds so naughty," she added peeling off her bikini bottoms and slipping her body into the lake.
It sounded like fun and soon I had shed my swimsuit and joined Martha. On the hot humid day, the coolness of the lake was refreshing. Martha swam over to me, felt my man sack, and said, "I hope there's plenty in there for me."
