Abby woke me in the middle of the night. I was cuddled up behind her in the bed and she was reaching behind her trying to get my cock into position to slide it into her ass. When I was finally conscious enough, I asked if she needed help with something.

"I need you in my ass, again," she said. She didn't want to roll over onto her stomach to make entry easier. She wanted us side-by-side, front-to-back in the spoons position in a slow and easy anal session. With my left hand (and hers), we gently stroked her pussy to orgasms. But it was the slow and gentle nature that made this feel so special in the middle of the night. I didn't need to tell her, but I whispered in her ear to let her know that I was getting ready to cum in her ass again.

"I'm ready for you," she whispered back, adding, "fill me up, love."

I wasn't as deep as I would have been in most other positions. But it was what she wanted as she felt me cumming inside her. We stayed cuddled up like that under the sheets and we drifted back to sleep with my cock still inside her. I don't know when we uncoupled. But, we both awoke and got up a couple of hours later to deal with our enema filled bladders before drifting back to sleep together in each other's arms.

I could tell the sun was up the next time I awoke. Abby was getting back into bed with me. However, this time she was getting into bed facing the foot of the bed and she went directly for my cock with my wake-up erection. We hadn't cleaned up, nor washed my cock at this point. She took my cock into her mouth knowing that the last place it had been was in her ass and shooting my cum into her there. It was a great way to be awakened.

After a couple of minutes sucking my cock, she swung her leg over my head to sit herself upright over my face. She started out with her pussy over my face and mouth while I "got her off." But then she moved forward to place her asshole over my mouth and settle down on it and my tongue. I pointed my tongue and pushed it into her ass as far as I could. With her sitting up like this, any of my cum still inside her would likely flow out and be collected by my tongue. "Such a nasty way to start our day," I thought. But it was the way she wanted to start our day together. From time to time, she would lean forward to take my cock into her mouth and then sit back up to feel my tongue probe and swirl around her anus, and then to feel my lips suck on her asshole. She was definitely in an anal mood this particular morning.

Eventually, she applied a little lubricant to my cock, turned around, and then slid her ass down on my cock. I was very glad that we didn't need to rush this morning. We could take our time and enjoy the morning together before leaving for Pocatello. I know I thought this more than once when we were together like this with her on top: When she was attending the university, I was going to miss seeing her on top of me like this whether we were coupled vaginally or anally. I loved being under her like this, watching her and how her body moved with each stroke.

She rode me this way for a nice, long time and I thought we would continue in this position until I would cum in her ass again. She indicated that she wanted me on top of her again and we rolled over so that we were face-to-face anally. Although she could control the depth and speed of stroking when she was on top, she did love the way I could "roll her up" and pound her ass from this position or slowly stroke her deeply. With her rolled up with her legs behind my head and shoulders, once again I was filling her ass with my special cream sauce. When she uncoupled her ankles and laid back flat on the bed, we were face to face while she was stroking my hair.

"Did you do this when your wife traveled with you?" Abby asked. By this I took it to mean did we have sex when we traveled together.

"Yes," I said. "But, she usually didn't travel with me when I was working at the various facilities like I am on this trip. When we traveled together, I was usually teaching at a workshop. Those had a more predictable schedule." I told Abby about a time in Mississippi where I went to a similar type of facility, like I was visiting this week, left early in the morning expecting to be done by 5 or 6 PM in the evening, and ended up leaving the facility at 5 AM the next morning.

"Sometimes, in my work, things go wrong and I have to stay until they get fixed, worked out, or we decide to throw in the towel." That was the reason my wife didn't travel with me on those field work jobs. Besides, she had her own job and a fixed amount of leave time that she could use.

"She did tell me that she liked to travel with me and that was one of the things she was going to miss about us not being together," I said.

"I'm going to miss this," she said to me. It wasn't the travelling together. It was being together. I think it was the first time during our times together that either one of us acknowledged that out time together was coming to an end (at least for some period of time as she started her college education). But we also knew that this really could be the end of our intimate and romantic relationship.

"Me, too," I replied. "But it doesn't have to be the end," I added.

"I know," she said. We kissed and looked into each others eyes. No words spoken. Just looks. We eventually rolled to our sides with my cock still inside her, me still watching her as she closed her eyes and drifted into sleep. I, too, drifted off to sleep. The next time I awoke, there was a tapping at the door and a woman saying "Housekeeping!" Sometime during our sleep, my cock had slipped out of Abby.

I got up and out of bed and walked to the door as the woman unlocked the door to open it. The safety catch kept it from opening fully but she could see me (naked) when the door opened the couple of inches that the catch lever would allow. She apologized. I could see that she had a clipboard and I assumed the papers showed which rooms were occupied and which rooms where the occupants would be checking out.

"That's okay," I replied.

"Are you checking out today?" she asked.

"Yes, between 11 and 12," I replied. I watched write something on her clipboard. She looked up at me. "Thank you," she said and I closed the door. I came back to the bed where Abby was waiting for me.

"You like doing that, don't you?"

"What?" I asked.

"Giving the housekeeping staff an eyeful," Abby said.

That was true enough. "Sometimes it just happens," I replied. Abby looked doubtful.

"Ever invite one of them in?" she asked.

"No," I told her. The closest I had ever gotten to asking someone to join me was in 1978 when I was working in DC and staying in a hotel in Arlington. I was laying there in a king sized bed taking an enema and masturbating when she entered the room. I was aware she was there and watching me.

Abby and I nuzzled with each other for a little while before we got up to get showered and cleaned up for breakfast (at the very least). Abby and I always had fun showering together and this was no different. We both knew that by cleaning up from our anal activities, we could go back to vaginal play.

We got dressed and headed downstairs for the hotel's light continental breakfast options. As we were eating breakfast, I asked Abby if she wanted to float down the river that morning. She thought that some other time would be better and that, instead, we could walk along the river path after breakfast.

Even though my wife and I travelled together when I was working, it was a rare treat for me to be accompanied by a significant other when I was working. Catie had planned to join me in Denver when I was teaching a course there. But having Abby with me during field work was, indeed, a first-time experience. Plus, I was gambling that nothing unpredictable happened when I was working at the jobsite. That's the one thing I remember from that walk with her.

We didn't walk far or stay away long because we both had the need for more time in bed before we left for Pocatello. We were practically stripping our clothes off as we approached our room in the hotel. We were going to use every moment we had until check-out time. We were joyful as I playfully pushed Abby onto the bed. She pushed herself back to the center of the bed, laid on her back with her legs spread, feet flat and knees bent, and curled her index finger at me to indicate "Come here!" It was time to give her pussy some attention.

I bounced onto the bed and got on all fours to move between her legs, my head, mouth and tongue headed directly towards her pussy. As I got close, she grabbed my head and pulled my mouth tight against her pubic area, my mouth and tongue applying pressure and suction to the whole of her hole. I savored the sweep of my tongue through her labia lips, over and around her clitoris, and plunging my tongue into her vagina as far as I could. She was hot and wet, and she made a low moan when I made contact. It didn't take but a moment before she arched her back and pulled my head even more forcefully against her as she let out a cry of pure pleasure and ecstasy before letting out a lot of growling noises.

As she held my head tightly, I continued sucking and tongue sweeping of her pussy. She finally released my head and commanded me "OH, FUCK ME!" She meant NOW and without delay. I quickly moved up her body and she grabbed my cock to guide me in. She had to remove her hands quickly because I slammed into her and pushed my cock into her with one hard stroke. Her body shook under me from that first deep stroke. I held still for a moment to let her react to being impaled like this and then started fuck her hard as she came under me. I kept pushing her orgasm further and further until the "really big wave broke" for her. As great as anal sex was with Abby, her orgasms during anal sex were not nearly as intense as this.

She wanted me to cum along with her. I usually didn't cum that fast and enjoyed the long buildup to orgasm. And, I didn't often cum on command. Fortunately, I was "close enough" that, with forceful deep strokes and holding my cock deep inside her at the end of each stroke, the stimulation was enough to get me over the edge. As Abby's orgasm was just starting to wane, she suddenly felt me cumming inside her. I didn't tell her I was cumming. I just let her feel it happening. That's exactly what she wanted and it triggered a continuation and buildup of the orgasm she was already experiencing. We were cumming together, once again. She pulled her legs up and wrapped them around my hips. That rolled her hips up so that I was about as deep into her as I could be while pumping another load of my cum into her.

Our gaze was locked together on each other. I knew that look was not pain at all, but wonderment at the incredible sensations she was feeling and we were sharing. Once her orgasm released her, she let her head tilt back, closed her eyes and a smile appeared on her face. I always aimed to provide pleasure to whoever my partner was. But it was special when my partner was someone I cared for deeply and loved. Just as it was for me with Catie, so it was with Abby. In these moments, I sometimes saw a younger Catie in Abby with their familial resemblance. But I wasn't substituting Abby for Catie. They were both their own women and I loved them both as I realized I always had.

Abby emerged from her bliss as we stayed locked together in this position. I would not easily slip out of her when we were like this. We looked at each other without saying a word for a minute or two.

"Thank you," Abby said quietly and gently.

"For what?" I asked in a similar tone.

"For not making me wait...for you to cum," she said.

"You know I love it when we cum together," I said. That wasn't news to her. But it was always good to reaffirm our mutual pleasure. We shared a bit of intimate small talk around this most recent sexual experience when I pointed out that I was still pretty hard and inside her AND we still had time for another round of orgasms.

"In a moment, love. I still want to hold your cock inside me with all your cum." Catie had also loved having me cum inside her and knowing that she had been filled with my cum. But, Abby had always been more overt about having my cum inside her. That was something else they shared, whether knowingly or not; they liked knowing that there were hundreds of millions and perhaps more than a billion sperm swimming around inside them.

After about five minutes, I could feel myself starting to soften significantly and I would need to start stroking inside Abby to keep erect and get fully erect for another round. Without a word, I began a slow, gentle stroking in and out of Abby. She could keep her legs locked around my hips at her ankles and keep much of my cum inside her as we started the next round. When she finally unlocked her legs, she raised her ass off the mattress and slipped a pillow under her. Though some of my cum would leak out of her, even with the slower piston action, it also forced some of my cum through her cervix and into her uterus. It also gave me an angle to feel the head of my cock slide over her cervix as I pumped in and out of her.

She didn't want to change positions. Rather, she wanted this position so that she could have the maximum amount of my cum in her for our ride to Pocatello. After she had numerous orgasms, I finally obliged her with another injection of my cum. I stayed inside Abby for a good long time until I was too soft to stay in her. From what I could tell, most of my cum stayed inside her. She had me get one of her plugs and pop it inside her pussy. We laid there together in bed talking about the plans while we were in Pocatello.

It was getting close to check out time and Abby and I got up to quickly shower together to wash off our sweaty bodies. It didn't take us long to get ourselves and our stuff together. I checked out and soon Abby and I were on the road to Pocatello. It was a little over four hours to drive from Boise to Pocatello. Our thoughts and conversation were dominated by a playful reference to how much cum she was holding inside her from both our anal and vaginal fuck sessions. What we saw of Idaho was mostly desert even though we were relatively close to the Snake River.

Before we checked-in to our next hotel, we drove to the location of the facility I would be visiting the next day (located off I-15). It wasn't a large or very complex facility. I knew that from the meeting in Boise. Looking at it from the road, it looked like it would only take a long morning of work to finish what I needed to do. But it was on my list of facilities to visit and review from an engineering perspective and it had some unique operational and design features (which was why I was here).

When we arrived at the hotel in Pocatello, I told them that I might need to stay only one night instead of two. Because I was a member of their points club, they told me that they'd hold the room to late check-out the next day (after which I would be charged for the second night). That worked for me and I told them that I could call them from where I was working and let them know whether I'd be staying one night or two. I contacted the facility in Oregon that was scheduled for a Friday visit and asked them if it was possible to schedule it for Thursday if I got done in Pocatello early. They indicated that I could do that because the personnel that I needed to talk with were available on either day.

With contingency plans worked out, Abby and I set out for our evening together. I had called my son when we got checked in. After dinner, we returned to our room and she called her dad to let him know we were in Pocatello and what our plans might look like over the next couple of days. Abby had a plan for me, that she had formulated while we were in transit to Pocatello. She wanted to give me several enemas along with a nice massage (something we didn't do enough of).

Abby set up the video recording equipment. She undressed and then undressed me. After pulling down the sheets and bed covering, she placed towels on the bed and had me lay on my back with my feet towards the headboard. I was good and hard by the time she undressed me. With a wire coat hanger, we fashioned a way to hook and hang the enema bags from the bed's headboard.

Abby had a nice, silky lotion that she used on me. She started at my feet and worked up my ankles and my thighs, carefully and lovingly massaging me. Of course, as she moved up my thighs, she paid particular attention to my cock and balls; the way she grasped, twisted, and stroked my cock and balls nearly had me cumming in her hands. After lingering there, she continued up my body. I particularly liked the way she played with my nipples (often overlooked on guys). Finally, she reached my head and gently massaged for face and temples.

She scooted further up my body and I realized what she was going to do next. She had her vaginal plug inserted and nearly all the cum I had injected into her with just a few hours before had been retained behind this plug. She was positioned above my face so that I could watch her slowly pull the plug out. I knew what to expect; there would be this big gush of my cum, which had become more fluid inside her, in addition to what her own vaginal juices had added to the volume. It had always been erotic for her to hold my cum inside her. It made a great lubricant for the next sexual session. It was even better knowing that she could release the flood of cum and know that my lips and tongue would be there to catch it all while giving her a pussy massage with my tongue and mouth.

She pulled the plug and, as my cum began to leak out of her, she settled down on my face. I lapped it up as fast as it was dripping out of her. Of course, this made Abby cum and she pressed down hard as her orgasms came in waves. After a few minutes, she turned around and took my cock in her mouth while I continued to take what ever drained out of Abby's pussy. She complained about the residual taste of the lotion on my cock, but it didn't stop her from sucking it. She told me that she really wanted to take my cock in her (and I told her that it was okay if she did), but she had more planned for me. She got up and had me turn over so that I was face down on the bed.

"I'll be right back," she told me as she headed to the bathroom. I could hear the water running in the bathroom sink and then the all-too-familiar sound of an open top enema bag being filled. When she returned, she walked around the end of the bed in front of me so that I could see her carrying a red rubber bag. It wasn't the 3-quart one. I could hear her as she worked to get the bag to hand properly on the hook we had fashioned from a metal coat hanger. Once she was satisfied with its position, she got on the bed to start massaging my backside.

Abby didn't insert the nozzle right away. Rather, she started massaging me again starting with my feet and ankles. She gradually worked her way up my legs. It was so playful as she inched her way up my hamstring muscles (particularly the inner parts), getting ever closer to my ass. It was so relaxing, even though I knew the enemas were coming. She started to massage my ass with the lotion . Then she stopped, spread my butt cheeks open, and slipped the nozzle in. Leaning forward, she told me that she still had at least two of these enemas planned for me before giving me a bigger one for us to fuck with.

With a click, I felt the water start showering my rectum. Before long, the warm water was flowing across my abdomen as I felt it filling me. Abby continued to massage my ass while the bag drained into me and soon we heard the telltale gurgle as the water drained from the bag. Abby closed the clamp and then resumed her massage. It was a delicate balance sitting on my back while I was face down and filled with a two-quart enema. Fortunately, she didn't make me wait long to go release the enema. She got up, unhooked the bag, and walked with me into the bathroom. She removed the nozzle as I sat down on the toilet.

As I released the enema, Abby refilled the bag and took it to the headboard. She got a second bag and filled it, too. She took it to the bed where we had been just a few minutes before. When she returned she asked how I was doing.

"I've released most of it," I said. She asked me to get up to clean up (she helped doing that) and then, after flushing the discharge down the toilet, had me return to the bed to complete my next enema and massage. I saw the two bags hanging and wondered about it.

"One's for me," Abby said. Abby had moved the camera tripod to a new position; one that showed both her and I from behind so that the enema nozzles and tubes disappeared into each of us

With me back on my stomach, Abby slipped the nozzle into my ass once again. I was aware of her working to get the other nozzle into her rectum. Once she slipped it into herself, she continued with the massage, moving up from my ass to the small of my back and up to my shoulders. Somewhere in there, she reached back and opened both clamps. This second enema seemed warmer to me, but wasn't uncomfortable. Abby was leaning forward massaging my shoulders and neck as her enema bag emptied into her. Once again, we heard the distinct gurgle of the bags as they emptied into us. Abby reached back and closed the clamps before leaning forward and gently laying down on my back.

"We haven't done this enough," she said. It was true, certainly when I contrasted my times with Catie. Although enemas were part of our sex life, they were also part of our intimacy with each other. Maybe it was the sense of how we spent our time together. Catie and I were committed, very quickly, to a long-term relationship together that had expanded from lust to love. It had happened more slowly for Abby and I. But we had not yet committed to anything over the long-term; our future was too indeterminant.

Still, it didn't take away from feeling close to each other and the pleasure we shared.

Abby was the first to feel the need to release her enema. She got off me and the bed, removed her nozzle, and then carried the bag back to the bathroom. From my position on the bed, I heard the streams of liquid being propelled out of her ass with the certain knowing that enema lovers share; the pleasure of the release.

After listening for a minute or two, I figured I should be in there with her. I got up, unhooked my bag and headed to the bathroom. Abby looked up at me from the toilet as I entered. I removed my nozzle and placed my bag on the sink's countertop next to the bag she used.

"I thought I'd join you," I said. Abby reached forward to gently grasp my cock and then pulled me and it towards her. Her mouth was warm as she engulfed my cock. She looked up at me with those eyes of hers. It was such a delicious view as she gently kneaded my balls and sucked my cock. After a few minutes, I could feel more urgency in my bowels and I told Abby that we needed to switch places. She got off the toilet and allowed me to sit. She took the meaning of switching places literally and presented her pussy (as as much as I could access from this position) to me. With that, I released the first long stream of my second enema into the toilet bowl to join and mix with Abby's release.

There was plenty of room around the toilet for Abby to straddle me. She pushed me back (and I slide my butt forward) so that she could settle down on my cock (vaginally) while I expelled. It was difficult to get a deep penetration this way, but it was satisfyingly erotic to do this. It wasn't vigorous sex in this position. It had the added component of the enema that I was releasing while we were sexually engaged with all the smells and the sounds associated with that. But the loss of those inhibitions and certain taboos around bodily functions had us be close to each other in a way that few couples ever experience.