Samantha and I have been friends ever since she was young. I was the man that serviced the family's water softener every week and I got to know my clients very well after all the years I'd been doing this.

Samantha's folks divorced when she was very little. I would stop to do my job for them and every so often I noticed her mother seemed very depressed and once, I noticed her with a split lip and a black eye. I never let on that I'd noticed it but all I know is that shortly after that, I read about their divorce in the newspaper. I wondered what affect this was having on Samantha.

Soon after that, I got a little better acquainted with Anne. She's a very pleasant woman and a beautiful one at that. Over time, we've became fast friends and Samantha really likes me a lot. After a few years, Anne has started to realize that not all men were like her ex-husband. She and I have kind of grown on each other and have finally, after five years, we had to finally admit our love to each other. Samantha has become very comfortable with me. It surprised me when she started asking me questions I suppose any daughter would ask her father.

One day ,Anne was at the pharmacy to pick up a prescription and I was doing my job providing the service I had been providing for years. When I returned home that evening, Anne seemed like she was really invigorated. She greeted me with a sweet kiss and a hug to end all hugs. It's wonderful to be loved like that! Anne and I have a wonderful relationship. We feel we could share anything with each other without fear of negative judgement.

Before supper one night, I had to use the bathroom and then I noticed "IT" hanging in the shower. From the time I was a youngster, I was familiar with enemas because they were given to me as a cure for constipation. After I grew a little older, I started enjoying them and quite often gave them to myself both for curing my old nemesis, as well as to give me sexual relief. I know my face must have been red as a beet when I came back downstairs but I never let on that I'd noticed what I'd just seen.

After supper, we did the dishes together as was our custom, while Samantha did her homework. She had a bed time set for her that had been established long before I came into their lives. At nine thirty, Samantha kissed us both good night and went off to bed. In a way, I kind of dreaded that time on this particular night because I'd always felt guilty inwardly about my fetish and didn't want Anne to know about it. She seemed unusually affectionate towards me, and wanted to know if I'd noticed anything "special" as she put it (with a big smile on her face). Again, I'm sure I must've turned as red as a freshly spanked bare bottom. I never lied to Anne and didn't want to start now so I admitted that I noticed something hanging on the shower rod. She asked me if I was curious about it and of course I said I was but I still didn't want Anne to know that I was very much into enemas.

Anne told me that what I'd seen was a fountain syringe that was meant for giving enemas to people for various reasons. Now, I was in trouble because I had to cross my legs in order to hide my throbbing erection which had been steadily growing ever since she brought up the subject. She asked me if I'd ever had an enema and that was it!!!! I finally had to admit that not only had I had enemas before but that they were a fetish with me!

Anne told me that she also had an enema fetish and had gotten a little plugged up lately so she had to give herself an enema this afternoon. She smiled at me after telling me about it and asked me if I'd be willing to give her one. "Why of COURSE Anne! I'd do anything for you"! So I asked her if she wanted me to give it to her now, or later when we were getting ready for bed? She said that she thought we should start getting ready for bed now so I agreed with her and we locked the doors and went upstairs. It was when we were disrobing that Anne noticed the obvious bulge in my underwear. She laughed and said it looked to her like I was already well prepared for an adventure with her. I laughed and said "of course".

I have to admit that I was nervous about giving Anne an enema but I'm sure she was just as nervous but I'm sure that in the back of her mind, she couldn't wait for it to begin. I had her lay on her left side in the Simm's position and covered her so she wouldn't get a chill. Saying nothing, I went into the bathroom and started preparing her enema. I had some equipment of my own in an old suitcase amongst which was my Higginson Syringe. I filled her four quart enema bag with very warm water and added a couple of tablespoons full of Castile soap. I made sure that it was well mixed before I took it into the bedroom laid it on the bed next to her. Anne saw me carrying that bag in and asked if I expected her to take all of what she could plainly see was making the bag bulge the way it was.

I went to work attaching the Higginson Syringe to the hose and attached a nozzle that was all ribbed to it. I made sure that her anus was well lubricated with the Lubriderm I found in one of the bathroom drawers, along with the nozzle and gently started to insert it into Anne's bottom. She moaned softly as it was sliding slowly up into her. I got a couple of inches inside her and then began to slowly withdraw it and then slid it back into her all the way but very slowly. Anne said it felt wonderful while I was doing it and then I released the clamp that was holding back her solution and started slowly pumping the syringe's pump. She moaned contentedly as she felt the very warm enema invading her bowel. I asked her if it felt good to her and she said that it was wonderful. I kept pumping that syringe until Anne asked me to stop for a few minutes as she was having a cramp. It was at that point that I decided to start fingering her vagina and almost immediately she started to shake indicating the nearness of her approaching orgasm. Finally she orgasm'd crying out my name and telling me how wonderful I was and how wonderful my giving her an enema was.

After she'd taken all the enema I'd pumped into her bowel, I helped her into the bathroom and helped her sit down on the toilet. I was leaving to give her privacy when she asked me if I'd stay. I said "of course I will baby" and as she began to expel the enema, she also began cramping so I started massaging her neck and her back which seemed to help some. Then, I started massaging her tummy for her. She was getting pale and I thought she was going to pass out so I held her shoulders and kept massaging her. When she was finished, she said she felt weak so I helped her to get up and took her to the shower. Since we were both naked, I washed her off all over which seemed to help her regain her composure and then I toweled her dry and we both went to bed and slept for hours.

The next day, she informed me that it was "my turn now".