Chloe’, my lover and soulmate have been consumed by life and the responsibilities it brings for months. Not since an all-too-short week in a North Georgia cabin had we taken the time to truly “hang-out” and indulge ourselves in the randy pleasures that life offers. But this weekend would be different – time for some long awaited and much needed time locked in our own “urban cabin”.
“Go make coffee” she playfully ordered as we gently awoke from a pleasant night’s slumber.
“I love you,” I said, and headed for the kitchen.
“I want you to experience our newly renovated bathroom” she asked as I passed her side of the bed. “Please shower, shave and come back to me with my coffee.”
Curious as to what she had up her sleeve, I did as I was told, and thoroughly enjoyed the experience of what used to be an old 50-something bathroom, now transformed into a fresh cozy room with a wonderful view of our backyard gardens from within the shower.
As I returned with her coffee, a shot of Bailey’s added as a special treat, Chloe’ called to me from the bed, “Come in here, Shithead, and see what I’ve got.” I went into the room and to the bed and saw Chloe’ holding a white enema bag and the collection of ‘paraphanalia’ that we’d collected over the years. I felt the beginning of a serious swelling in my crotch, and for a short, shameful moment, thought of all of the ‘chores’ I had planned for the day. Then, my better nature took control, and I realized that it was really OK to play ‘’hooky” for a day and revel in my own good fortune to have such an incredible woman for my wife.
I knew what kind of Saturday I was going to have now, and as I kissed Chloe’ I slid my right hand over her left breast and noticed that her nipple was already hard. That didn’t really surprise me. Chloe’ enjoys this kind of play as much as I do. Hell, we’ve even made movies!
After about a minute and a half, she untangled her tongue from mine and said, “You know, this does bring up one question.”
“Alright, I’ll bite,” I said. “What’s that?”
“Who’s first?” she grinned.
I pondered the question. We both enjoy giving as much as receiving, so it really was a good question. “Let’s cut for it. High card gets it first.”
She grabbed for the pack of cards on the table and I watched her closely just to make sure she didn’t run up a riffle stack and then jog the deck. It wouldn’t really have mattered, I knew we were both going to cum repeatedly before the day was over.
Chloe’ gave the cards a couple of straight shuffles and, just for fun, I gave the pack a one-handed cut before I slid it in front of her. She cut high on the pack, about 15 cards down, and, rather forlornly it seemed, showed the six of clubs. I cut just over halfway down the pack and showed the nine of spades. “Looks like ‘69’ to me, Darlin’,” I said laughing. “But we’ll get to that after the enemas.”
“We may get to it during,” she retorted. “I’ve gone so long without your body that I want it all, right now.”
"Fine by me. Race you to the bathroom,” I said. “Oh, by the way, grab that bottle of Bailey’s on your way in”, she ordered.
I was shedding my robe as I ran down the hall toward the kitchen. Chloe’ was right behind me. She wasn’t wearing anything under her robe, so she blew by me and actually made it to the bathroom first. I took the time to grab the Bailey’s from the fridge.
Damn, that little fox is quick! She already had moved the enema toys to the bathroom and was filling the bag at the tub. “Which nozzle do you want for your clean-out,” she asked, fanning our collection like a hand of cards.
“You choose, Baby,” I grinned. “I trust your judgement.”
