Phyllis was a long time neighbor. In fact, we grew up almost together. She
was a couple of years younger than I was but we lived on the same block and
rode the same school bus. She went to the Junior Prom and Senior Ball with
another member of my class although she was 2 years behind us in school.

After high school I lost track of her while I went off to college and later
to pursue a career. After the untimely death of my spouse I changed careers,
moved to a new community and purchased a house well out in the suburbs on
several acres of property so I could lose myself in my hobbies of gardening
and amateur radio.

One day, a few months after I moved to the new community, while out on the
main road in front of the house to pick up the newspaper and take my morning
jog, I hear a voice calling, "Hey, Nate (my real first name which I hate)!
Is that you?"

I turned to looked at this woman who was calling. She was wearing a
bathrobe, appeared to be about 35, and was reaching to retrieve the
newspaper from the mailbox next to mine. I did not recognize her, but
acknowledged her, and jogged back to where she was standing.

She said, "Are you the Nate who once lived on Elmer Street in Oneida, NY?" I
said she was correct. Her face was vaguely familiar. She identified herself.
At first I did not recognize the name but then Phyllis told me her maiden
name. My memory was jolted. She was my former neighbor and who now also
lived next door to me some four hundred miles and 20 years from our original
home town.

I told her I had to go to work but wanted to talk more. I asked when it
would be convenient to stop in. Phyllis said anytime. She had no children,
had divorced her husband, and then moved to this community to pursue her
career as a self employed landscape architect. She had also purchased a
large plot of land to garden, have horses, and to enjoy the wild animals -
like turkey and deer - grazing in the yard.

That night I went over after work. When Phyllis greeted me at the door I
realized how attractive she had become (never noticed in high school looking
at the underclassmen). She was about 36C-26-35 with brunette hair and
perfectly dressed.

We enjoyed dinner while rehashing old times and catching up on the missing
20 years. Phyllis said she left her husband after five years of marriage
discovering he had been cheating on her - even on the honeymoon. I also told
her my story. Phyllis said it was good to see an old face who could be a
friend. She was not interested in being "hit upon" by men due to her history
and wanted someone to depend upon in a platonic relationship. I was bitter
in my own grief and also wanted the same type of relationship. I also
suspected she had more of an interest in other women after her experiences.

And that is the way the relationship continued for about a year. We
exchanged visits, meals, trips to the movies, other social and cultural
events, and some vacation trips. We each had keys to the other person's
house so we could feed the animals and check up on things while one of us
was away. Never during this time did anything occur other than a good night
kiss. We were both happy with that. In fact, when we attended community
affairs together we were often introduced as "Phyl and Phil - the estate
owners up the street."

Phyllis had a hot tub and I had an indoor/outdoor pool which was partially
under both the garage and a greenhouse. It was usable year around. In fact,
we used each others' facilities freely after insuring that there were no
other plans for them.

Oh, we had discussed sex a few times which is when I learned my thoughts
about her and other women were correct. And she had seen the enema bag and
colonic setup in my bathroom off the bedroom next to the pool and inquired
about that. I initially told her it was because of digestive troubles and
also found them relaxing. Later, under direct questioning, I also told her
that was how I was satisfying my sexual cravings - as rare as they were. She
said it was different and had read about it, but that was the end of the
discussion.

After a while we ended up not wearing any bathing suits in the pool. I never
used a bathing suit when I was home alone but always wore a modest suit, as
she did, when we had company.

The first time we swam nude occurred when I had returned early from a
business trip and found her in the pool with one of her girlfriends. Both
were naked. Phyllis and I were initially embarrassed. But her girlfriend,
who was a naturalist, suggested that swimming that way was healthy and we
shouldn't be embarrassed about our bodies. I eventually joined them and had
a ball as we were splashing around like a group of kids. After that we
nearly always swam nude. One side benefit; I had less problems with the pool
filtering.

Still the relationship remained totally platonic. That is, until one day....

I invited Phyllis over for dinner after work. She said she couldn't because
she was on a special liquid diet and had to go for X-rays the next day at
the request of her doctor. She was also told to take an enema at night and
again in the morning before heading to the clinic. Phyllis said she was
about to call me as she had never had an enema since she was a little girl
and they always hurt. She wanted to know what to do.

I said to come on over and we would talk. I also said that I would help her
if she wanted to and make it as painless as possible. She could even stay
over if she wished. Somewhat embarrassingly Phyllis said, "Okay, but the
enemas were only for medical purposes. Right?" I agreed.

As deference to her, for dinner I served clear soup and Jell-O which was all
she was allowed prior to her test.

About 7:30 we went to the bedroom where she put on a robe. I prepared - in
accordance with the doctor's instructions - one of the spare 2 quart enema
bags I kept (just in case a situation like this arose) and rolled it out on
an IV stand next to the bed. I told Phyllis that I would fill her, but would
make it as painless as possible.

I then took off her robe; She still had on her bra and panties. She asked
how I wanted her positioned. I had her lie stomach down on the terry-cloth
cover I had provided on the bed. I told her that I wanted initially give her
a massage to relax her. She laid down on her stomach.

I had her remove her panties and I loosened her bra. Using warm baby oil and
alcohol I proceeded to rub her shoulders, back, arms hands, feet and legs.
She became less tense and started to sigh as she became more relaxed. I then
turned her over and also massaged her face, checks, stomach (staying
generally away from her private parts), hands, legs and feet lightly
brushing her public hair and breasts with my arms. She then turned over on
her back again; I repeated the effort over a 45 minute period.

By this time she was very relaxed. Now I told her I was going to lubricate
her anus and she needed to get on her hands and knees. That's when I noticed
some swelling in her labia. I proceeded cautiously using a water soluble
lubricant gradually pushing in my finger and rotating it until it was in as
far as it could go. I proceeded to do this for a couple of minutes. I
noticed more wetness as I reached under her belly to hold her stomach while
doing the lubrication, again lightly brushing my arm up against her public
area.

This was also starting to turn me on. I had on a pair of jogging shorts and
the bulge was beginning to be noticeable.

I took the large tipped nozzle, lubricated it, and slowly inserted it into
her anus. I told her I was going to reach into her vagina and check its
position. She did not object; I did so and noticed that she was getting very
wet. I then turned the cleansing solution on very slowly and told her to lay
on her back.

As Phyllis did so she said, "I see this is turning you on also."

I said, "Yes. After all this is how I get my pleasure and I am being very
intimate with you."

Phyl replied, "Why don't you get comfortable and maybe I can return the
favor."

I said, "Now?".

She said with a sigh, but emphatically, "Yes!"

I shut off her enema - she had taken only a few ounces at that point - and
quickly went to the bathroom, prepared a 4 quart bag with a similar nozzle
for me, and hung it on the IV pole. I handed her the lubricant and got on my
hands and knees facing toward her feet. She was a little rough with the
lubrication - probably out of excitement and lack of experience - but still
found my prostate and massaged it. I was also now getting very turned on.
She inserted the nozzle into me and lightly tapped my ass asking how and
when to start the flow of water. I said, "Now. But only open the clip a
little."

When she did I then turned around to face her. She was playing with her
nipples at that point. I offered to do that for her; She did not object. I
also turned the water for her bag back on. In a few seconds she started to
cramp. I started to rub her belly and said to breathe deeply. She was
already breathing a little hard.

Then she said she was really turned on but the cramps were starting to take
hold. I stopped the water. "Phyl," I said, "You need to take the whole bag
tonight and again in the morning."

She replied, "I know. Can you do anything to make it easier?"

At that point the juices were practically flowing out of her. I quickly got
between her legs, turned on her enema again, and then reached up with my
hands and started playing with her nipples. At the same time I started to
lick her labia and clitoris. She almost screamed. "Oh, wow!!!. What a wild
feeling!" I asked if I should stop. "God. No!!!" she replied. I kept licking
her cunt, clit, and public area while rubbing and pinching her nipples. She
kept grabbing, pulling and rubbing my hair.

I kept up the licking of her clit and rolling and pinching her nipples all
the time the 4 quarts was going into me and two quarts into her. She kept
saying, "Deeper!!! Deeper!!! Faster!!! Faster!!!"

By now Phyllis was really bucking on the bed and I had all I could do to
stay attached to her clit and nipples. I licked, rolled, and pinched and
licked, rolled, and pinched and licked, rolled, and pinched. She kept
moaning louder and louder and louder and finally I heard, "Phil, I am
cumming....God....I am cumming. Don't stop...." a deep moan, "God I am
cumming again...and again!" Another scream; The same phrases and her
tremendous bucking continuing and being repeated and repeated and repeated
so loud I though I was going deaf.

Then a final shudder followed by sobbing. She cried softly and said "I
didn't think I could cum like that any more, especially with a man. Oh, God,
Did I shit the bed?"

"No," I replied. "In fact you took the whole bag like a good little girl."

After a couple of minutes Phyllis said, "Now, my dear. It is time to take
care of you. I see you have a raging hard-on and with that tube up your ass
you cannot go to the bathroom till you take the entire bag. You cannot cum
until you do so." With that, she turned up the water flow and pulled me by
the hair onto her body so we fit together perfectly. It didn't take long.
The bag quickly emptied and as I came up inside her she also climaxed again.
We rested that way for a couple of minutes and then slowly untangled. We
went into the bathroom which, with great forethought, has two separate
toilets along with a bidet and other normal bathroom accessories.

We took a shower and sauna together and as we dried off Phyllis said," Phil,
I still need that other enema in the morning and perhaps at least once a
week after that." I wholeheartedly agreed.

We continue our separate but together relationships to this day. Although I
still like enemas, they are no longer taken alone for sensual pleasure, and,
interestingly enough, Phyllis spends less time with the "girls."
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