Hi, everybody. I'm Ellen and my husband Rich and I run a popular fitness club. We started off with a tiny gym and a martial arts studio. Over the years we've grown into a beautiful state-of-the-art facility that supports a variety of activities from kick-boxing to rock climbing. Recently we opened a second location under the management of our old friends and new partners, Cindy and Rudy.
You may know that a while back I fooled around with Rudy at my husband's suggestion. We had a couple of threesomes with him, one kind of by surprise and the other after some careful consideration. We were able to leave it at that. I guess it was enough to satisfy Rich's curiosity. As for me, I never wanted more than my husband, really.
Later we would have a threesome with Cindy, my cousin. Most of that was Rich and Cindy getting it on, at my suggestion. I was recovering from childbirth at the time and Cindy was recovering from limp-dick ex-husband so it gave me satisfaction to see the two of them sharing some pleasure. I have to confess, though, that watching Cindy get laid kind of piqued my curiosity.
After that it only seemed right to introduce our friends to each other. The result was fireworks. Flash forward a few years and they are now husband and wife. Rudy separated from the military and the two of them decided to join us in our venture to bring fitness to the masses.
Is it weird that two couples of friends have had carnal knowledge of one another? Sometimes. We can act like it never happened but we can't forget. Nor should we. They were beautiful experiences and we ought to be glad of them, provided they don't intrude on our current relationships.
It might have been different if only one of them had been with us, or only one of us with them. This way it balances out and I feel brings us closer together, us closer to them and my husband and me closer to each other. But there is one aspect of our dynamic I was overlooking, one that Cindy brought up on a rare occasion when we were reminiscing about it.
"It doesn't bother me that you've been with my husband. He wasn't my husband then. I didn't even know him at the time. But I feel like something's missing because I wasn't there when it happened. I didn't get to see him with you."
"Huh, I didn't consider that," I replied. "I guess the not knowing must be a problem."
"It is, for me, a little. Rudy feels sort of the same way. Rich shared his wife with him but I wasn't his wife to share with Rich, at the time. It's like we have unfinished business."
"Well I'm sure that Rich won't object to a party of four if that's what you're thinking. But while we're on the subject... can I ask, do you and I have unfinished business between us?"
I felt my tongue touch my upper lip as I said this. Cindy's eyes bored into mine.
"I'm glad you said that because I didn't have the nerve." She put her hand on mine and the contact was electric. "Yes, we definitely do."
*****
Rich told the gym staff that heads would roll if anything went wrong over the weekend. They knew he didn't mean it, of course. He just wanted to stress how important it was that we have some time away. The kids went to Grandma's and she was thrilled to have them. She didn't need to know what our plans were. We decided to stay in a suite at the Continental, neutral ground and a nice place to bang.
While Rich and Rudy explored the downtown bars, Cindy and I got ourselves ready for love in the luxurious hotel bathroom. We filled the counter with cosmetics and creams, brushes and razors. We hung up our hosiery and lingerie for our men to admire and choose for us to wear. But there was one thing to take care of that was not so sexy and glamorous.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" I asked Cindy.
"I'm not sure, to be honest. But I don't want there to be anything that Rudy has done with you that he hasn't done with me. No offense."
"None taken," I answered her. "I would feel the same way."
I directed her to kneel on the floor and bend forward on her hands until her forehead touched. The last time I saw her in this position I found the idea of it sexy but the view itself unappealing. This time was different. I surveyed her spread cheeks, her pussy lips with fringe of black fur, her puckered butthole winking at me. She looked tasty. But it wasn't time to feast just yet.
I held the nozzle of the enema against her anus, told her to get ready. It came pre-lubricated and slipped easily into her tight hole. Slowly, slowly I squeezed the bottle and emptied the contents into my cousin's rectum. Cindy pushed herself upright, rose to her feet with a confused look on her face. I remembered my first enema. There's not much that can prepare you for that weird feeling.