The deception was necessary. I knew we could never marry nor could we continue as we were. He would never let me leave if he knew of my plan and I loved him so much I couldn't stand another parting. At least I'd have our baby and that was a part of him that would remain forever. Two weeks before our last weekend I'd resigned from the company knowing personnel files were confidential. Secretly I'd rented an apartment near my parent's home in Ohio and had my furniture moved. When I left the cabin nothing remained but to pack my remaining clothes and leave him the note.

I cried all the way to Ohio and didn't sleep well for days. Mom knew I was in love and soon guessed I was pregnant but I kept everything else to myself. She loved my ring and knew how much it meant to me. My father never knew I was pregnant. Part way though my second month I started spotting. Then one evening I was doubled over with painful cramps and called Mom. Late that night I miscarried. Mom tried to comfort me but I cried nonstop for a week. Through it all I became constipated. God how I wished he were there to hold me close while giving me an enema. I'd rest in his loving arms after I expelled before we made love.

When I answered the knock at my door and saw Randall standing with my parents I nearly died. Why had he found me after I begged him not to? I couldn't live through another parting.

"I didn't want you to find me," I cried as tears streamed down my face.

His answer was simple. "I love you too much to let you go."

Everyone seemed to be talking at once. My parents told me of his plan to take the Swiss job and said they knew how much we were in love. He told me how much he loved me and said he'd take the job if I'd marry him. There were smiles on both my parents faces as they approved of our marriage. Through it all I clung to him, squeezing his hand in mine and wishing he could just hold me for a while. To avoid complications it was decided we'd marry in a civil ceremony.

Mom got up and took Dad's hand. "They've got a lot of planning to do so why don't we go home. Can you find you way back to your hotel?" she asked Randall.

I was holding him so tight he wasn't going anywhere and I think they both knew it. They said goodbye and a moment later were alone at last. We didn't say anything but just held each other. Gently, his hand moved up and down my back and I pressed against him as hard as I could. Briefly we kissed before I took his hand and lead him to my bedroom. I started to tell him I'd lost our baby but my Mom had already told him. When the time was right after we married we'd make another baby. I could already imagine what the night would be like.

My whole body ached to feel his gentle touch, to make love with him and once again have him carry me to a climax. I could feel my nipples tingle as we undressed each other and knew my panties were probably getting wet when he pushed them over my hips to fall on the floor. At last we lay together, locked in a passionate kiss.

I would have relished the feeling of him immediately penetrating me but Randall began kissing my neck and shoulders. His finger tips started circling my throbbing breasts, each time getting closer to my nipples. By the time he flicked my nipples with his tongue and started suckling me I thought I'd die. Desperately, I begged him not to torture me anymore and pulled him between my legs.

"I love you so much and need you so badly," I whispered and pulled my knees up to take him inside my body.

The first touch of his manhood between my legs made my body stiffen and I took a deep breath. I could feel every inch going in, opening me, filling me until he had become a part of me. For a while we lay still while I savored the feeling of having him deep inside me. Then he began slow gentle strokes almost leaving me before pushing in again. It was driving me wild and I could feel my climax building.

"Cum with me," I moaned and rammed my hips up as hard as I could just as he thrust down and locked my quivering legs around him. For an instant it hurt when he was driven in so hard but I didn't care. The first hot pulse, deep inside me when he came, sent me over the edge. I thought I could hear myself making a gasping wailing sound but all I really remember was feeling him cum and welcoming his seed as it filled me with a beautiful warmth.

Randall held me while my orgasm subsided. I couldn't let him go and locked my arms around him while we basked in the after glow, I didn't care about the sticky puddle of our passion I lay in because once again I felt safe, secure and totally loved.

"I'd better clean you up," he said with a smile and kissed me while his finger tips taunted my rock hard nipples. "You really make a mess."

"It's your fault making me cum so hard and most of it's yours anyway," I giggled.

I'd never heard of a man who took such loving care of a woman after having sex as Randall did with me. It was like a dream world laying there while he gave me a wonderful back rub and kissed me. His fingers would trace a line from my neck down to my buttocks, around my thighs and back up between my legs, barely brushing my slit. It was driving me crazy and my mind was becoming filled with other thoughts.

"I tried giving myself one when I didn't feel good after I lost the baby," I whispered. Randall didn't say anything but I could tell he knew what I was hinting at. "Maybe..."

"Maybe I should help you," he interrupted and I snuggled as close as I could.

I showed him where our trusty bag was and went back to the bed waiting for him to call me. When he called me to the bathroom, he'd put some towels on the floor and hung the bag so it wouldn't be too high. I got down on my knees and rested my shoulders on the floor.

"You've got the prettiest ass I ever seen," he whispered and kissed one of my cheeks.

I closed my eyes with a sigh when I felt him spread my cheeks. An instant later I felt him touch my puckered hole and rubbing the cool Vaseline. Slowly he increased the pressure until ever so gently I felt his finger slip inside.

"I remember how embarrassed I was when I was constipated and you gave me an enema. I hadn't even wanted to let you touch me that first night let alone go to bed with you but the next morning I felt so good being with you. But being constipated and having you give me an enema was almost more than I could stand. I was so humiliated. Somehow, I've come to enjoy it so much."

His finger came out and I was ready. When I glanced back I saw a little stream of soapsuds on the side of the bag. Lowering my head to the floor I held my breath waiting for the douche nozzle to slip in. Ever so gently the tip entered. With a twisting motion I felt it pushing deeper until Randall's hand was pressing against my butt. The burst of heat when the clamp was opened made my jump and I squeezed at the nozzle.

"It feels so warm," I murmured as the soapy water started pushing into my colon.

The warmth started spreading over my lower belly and it felt so good I just purred happily while I filled. I'd only taken half the bag when a cramp hit. I panted and flexed my tummy muscles while he rubbed my belly. The cramp eased but I was struggling with a lot of pressure. I could hear the soapy warm water making gurgling sounds in my bowels as the enema pushed higher. Suddenly I felt terribly full and the pressure was more than I could take.

"I can't take any more," I wailed. "Oh God! I can't hold it."

The hose was clamped and I stumbled to my feet while Randall was pulling the nozzle out. I couldn't hold it and the first spurt came out before I got to the toilet. I hadn't got on the seat when I litreally exploded. The frothy enema splattered into the bowl along with everything else. Randall flushed the toilet just as I exploded again, this time I voided my bowels completely and sat gasping for breath. I think it was the soap bubbles. I felt so weak it was several minutes before I had the strength to clean up even with Randall's help. The bathroom was a mess.

"I'm sorry," I wailed while he cradled me in his arms. "It came up so fast and I couldn't hold it."

After a rest, I told him where the camera tripod was so I could take the next enema in bed. I knew I had to be rinsed out because the soap was making me very uncomfortable. Randall returned with a full bag of warm water and hung it on the tripod. Laying on my tummy, he gave me a wonderful back rub that helped me relax. I moaned softly when his lotion covered finger finally eased in to lube my canal.

"That feels sooo good," I purred when his finger came out.

When he spread my cheeks again I held my breath waiting for the nozzle to go in. Ever so gently it slipped through my passage. I could feel it going deeper into my rectum until it was all the way in.

"Roll on your side and I'll hold you close," he whispered.

This was my favorite position to get an enema. Cuddled next to him, I purred like a kitten while he held me. The warmth of his loving body while the warm water filled me made the world seem right. With a lot of effort I took the whole bag but there was a lot of soap when I expelled. It took another enema before I was completely clean. Together we cleaned up where I'd had an accident in the bathroom and took a hot shower together. I offered to shave for him but he told me I could do that later. Right now he just wanted me the way I was.

I'd missed him so badly I clung to him like a second skin while we lay in bed. And, I wanted to do everything a woman can do for a man. I told him that from on whenever he came it must be inside me regardless of where it went. While he held me he started stroking my back, his hand running up and down from my shoulders to my butt. God how I needed him when I rolled on my back while he kissed me.

Randall knew how to torment me and send me rocketing to frantic heights. My breasts were throbbing and felt hot when he ran a finger around them. By the time he circled my nipples with the palm of his hand I was going crazy. My eyes were tightly closed when his tongue flicked at my neck before he took my nipple into his mouth. I don't know how long he sucked my burning nipples but I was thrashing around, pushing up at him, crying and feeling my own wetness on my legs.

"Don't make me cum yet!" I wailed. "Oh God, be inside when I do."

Like a wild woman I pulled him on top of me and spread my legs. My hand was shaking but I reached between us to grasp his rigid shaft. The instant I felt him I rammed my hips up as hard as I could and impaled myself. It was as if everything happened in slow motion. I know I fully penetrated myself in that single thrust but I could feel it going in. My legs were pulled back until my knees were on the bed as I tried to drive him ever deeper in my body. For a brief moment we lay still before he started stroking me. Each thrust seemed to drive into my belly. Together we were racing to a climax while I clung to him.

"Molly!" he cried and thrust down hard.

I wrapped my arms around his body to hold him inside me and pushed up as hard as I could. There is no way to say how it felt when he came. I could feel the jets of his hot juice so deep in my body and knew it had gone all the way in. It was like a burning shock as I felt took it going in. There was a fluttering sensation in my vagina while the muscles contracted. I couldn't make a sound, I couldn't breath. My next conscious awareness was being held by him.

"Stay inside me," I whimpered, gasping for breath and wrapped my legs around him. "You feel so good inside me I want to keep you there." We were quiet until he slipped from my quivering body. "It feels so hot when you cum deep inside me," I whispered happily. "I can still feel it and it makes me feel warm all over."

I lay cradled in his arms, safe, secure and totally loved, until we fell asleep.

Over the next three days we completed all the paperwork, got our marriage license and scheduled a private wedding. I would have liked to have been lead down the isle and given away by my father but we all knew this was how it should be. Happily married and with the blessing of my family we began our life together. No bride could ask for a better honeymoon than to spend it in Switzerland. Together we looked at several nice houses and finally settled on a lovely home in Zurich. With his financial resources and a substantial income the house would be decorated and furnished in a way I could barely imagine.

"This will be a wonderful place to raise our family," he said and kissed me. I could only nod my head and held him as tight as I could.

The first snow was falling when we moved in a month later and our home was perfect. I wanted to be perfect for him too and make this a special night. I had my hair done, took a long hot bath, douched and shaved off my pubic hair. All I could think of was making love with him while we had a candle light dinner with soft music.

I changed into a shear white dressing gown and he was wearing a robe when we nestled together in front of the fireplace,the firelight making the diamonds in my ring sparkle. His first kiss on my neck nearly sent me wild and I pressed against him as hard as I could. When I turned my head to kiss him his hand slipped under my gown and gently cupped my breast. I could feel my nipples tingle and with a soft murmur I pressed his hand against me. I'm so sensitive to his touch I start getting wet the moment his hand touched my bare skin. By the time his fingers were teasing my nipple I could feel the wetness building.

"Let's go to bed," was all I could mumble when his hand slipped under my gown and touched my thigh.

"I have a little surprise for you," he whispered when we entered the bedroom.

Some candles were lit and in their flickering light I saw a pole stand by the bed with a new enema bag, filed to the brim with two litres of warm water. Hanging by the bag was a colon catheter complete with inflatable retention collar.

"Oh God," I cried with delight. I hugged and kissed him while trying to say how much I wanted him to treat me.

I purred like a kitten while I got a wonderful back rub with lotion. When the massage went down to my buttocks and legs I was having trouble holding still. Randall spread my cheeks to lube me and the sensation was more than I could handle. With a moan of anticipation, I pushed my hips up to meet his probing finger. The catheter tube was only about eighteen inches long but I felt every inch going slowly in. It was a little uncomfortable getting the retention collar all the way in and pumped up but I quickly settled down and rolled over on my back.

"I love you," I whispered before kissing him when he bent over me.

There was a muffled click and I suddenly felt the tube heating up inside me just before the first burst of warm water hit. It took my breath away for an instant. Inside, I felt the tube move a couple times when I shifted position slightly. With the bag hung low, my enema would be gentle and without discomfort. I closed my eyes and lay there enjoying the sensation of the gradual filling, warmth and his loving touch. I'm actually embarrassed to think how erotic it is getting an enema from him.

At times like this, my whole body becomes very sensitive to his touch. My nipples were already hard and when he kissed them I could only make little moaning sounds of pleasure. I was soaking wet when I felt him run his tongue over my belly and my legs opened wide as if they had a mind of their own. For a while he kissed around my outer lips before his tongue explored my slit, poking and probing. My clitoris swells when I get very excited and he can see the tip peeking out of the hood. He calls it my pearl. It was like an electric shock when he started flicking it with his tongue and I couldn't help twisting and thrusting up at him. I wanted to feel him inside me to badly I was starting to cry but he just tormented me even more. Spreading me open, he sucked my clitoris between his lips and gently nipped at it with his teeth. I went wild and screamed at him just before I climaxed. The bag was empty and Randall held me tight while I came down. With the catheter clamped and the delivery hose disconnected, I lay there trying to catch my breath with two litres of warm water in me.

That night there was little or no sleep. By the time the sun came up I had welcomed the hot spurts of his semen deep in my body feeling it going all the way inside me. I took him orally and anally before we were so tired we fell asleep in each other's arms. It was much more than just great sex. It was the joining of a man and woman, deeply in love and totally devoted to each other.

In the years that followed, Randall treated me with an enema a couple times a month but we never over did it and saved those for special times. I know he's never believed me when I say I can feel his semen going into my womb after he's given me an enema. It feels hot deep inside me and I have sort of a bloated feeling for a while until the fluid drains out. When we were both ready we planned some time away at a mountain retreat and he impregnated me with our first child. It was a glorious four days and all I could think of was what was happening inside me when I felt him cum. That was one of the very special times, complete with using the catheter on me.

Two years later we had our second baby. Some people say he gave me two wonderful children or I gave them to him but in truth, we gave them to each other. Both our children, a boy and a girl, are well educated, successful and very happy and we so proud of them.