So, that's how Tony and I met and how we stuck, which I know is pretty vanilla even if it was over enemas - at least his enema. By the way, the rhythm worked fine for that first year, and then we stopped it and six months later I got pregnant; now we have a wonderful little boy and little girl. (Hooray!) Trevor hardly knows them, of course, but he doesn’t seem resentful about me at all, at least when he visits. Boise wasn’t really his home anyway. Well, we never did anything very kinky with enemas, but we did maybe a little bit with suppositories, sort of by accident. I was trying to get Tony to try suppositories when he had to travel without my accompaniment, and we found that he kind of liked the tickly feeling from the bisacodyl ones. By 'kind of' liking it I mean that he didn't so much enjoy the tickle itself but that it made him stand really tall at attention, especially if my finger was up him for a few minutes getting the tablet in really far. So, for a surprise - for both of us - I got him a cute, very slim butt plug, not to distend his butt so much as to just do what my finger did holding up the suppository and working the medicine into his rectal wall as the tablet melted. On the part of the plug that sticks out it has a sort of plastic coil which is supposed to stimulate his prostate somehow (though I had learned to do that a lot better). Now, after a bit of experimentation, when I think he needs some pooping help and we both need some fun, I put in his suppository and then put the trim little plug in to hold it high, and it gives him a huge erection - and one that lasts about as long as I leave the plug in or until the suppository works, unless I let him come first. It's my special cure for his occasional moodiness. Or for my own! Once, though, Tony thought I was being too moody, which was possible, maybe. He put one of his suppositories up me without warning, followed by the butt plug and worked on getting me hot. At first I was angry that he tried this stunt, but he knows how to get me going, and the tickle from the suppository medicine both annoyed my rear but also made me sort of squirm a little in a good way, and soon I was ready for him... but he wouldn't enter me. Instead, he made me wait till I was starting to want to potty, and then starting to really need to potty, and then finally he gave it all to me - he was quick but still he screwed my brains out! I had an incredible climax and then immediately jumped up to run to the toilet. I hardly had time to get the plug out before I had to shit my brains out. Tony followed me to the toilet and started French kissing me and fingering me to keep me hot, if not still climaxing, and I was full of these incredible feelings, totally out of control on both ends. We must have had sex four more times that night, and after the first two times I had to run back to potty more as soon as I climaxed. We only did that once back then but boy, after that sometimes I thought whether I should act a little moody more often to see what developed. But there's more. I had another set of really kinky experiences with suppositories, but these weren't with Tony. You know that he and I had met when I was returning from a reunion of my college buddies. I kept up almost every meeting we'd planned with those college girlfriends, though as we got families we changed from every two years to every three. One year we all met in Branson for a four-day fun weekend, even the one who had gone to Europe, and the four of us were staying in two rooms in a fancy motel. I had never talked about just how Tony and I got together - that it was thanks to an enema - so I told the girls about it that time when we were sitting around the bar after dinner. Everybody had a little giggle, but that was about it. I also mentioned that I thought maybe I could use an enema myself - that was almost to myself, and nobody said anything about it. Well, later on, when we got back to the room - maybe with, or definitely with, a little more to drink than we were accustomed to - my roommate Cindy reminded me that we all used to do enemas for each other and asked whether I really did need one. I was perfectly comfortable about that with Cindy and really could have used one, so I probably would have invited her to go ahead, but the wine had made me tired. I told her that maybe we should do one if I didn't go by morning, and I showed her my travel bag with a little enema kit and some suppositories, as I always carry on travel, along with stuff for my more frequent travel diarrhea. When we got in bed I talked a little more about doing enemas and all with Tony, and I even told her about the cure I'd found for his moodiness - and a little self-consciously added how we had found that it cured mine, too. That was the only time I had ever talked about our suppository games, and just talking about it was getting me both embarrassed and aroused - visibly aroused, I guess. Cindy was closely tuned in to me; she commented on how turned on I seemed to be getting as I told her about our games, and then she put her hand so very lightly just over me down there and exclaimed that I was really getting physically aroused! Cindy suggested that it wasn't an enema that I needed for my problem that night, and proceeded to unwrap one of the suppositories from my kit. I watched in surprise and told her no, too tired - while I rolled over and half stuck my butt up for her. I couldn't help myself, and she was grinning at me. 'Maybe you're a bit moody now, hmm?' she teased. She pushed the tablet way in and rubbed it a little just as Tony had done. Tired or not, I was soon starting to go crazy. I mumbled something about wishing that I had Tony's plug, but Cindy said that I didn't need one, that she'd take care of me. 'Yes,' I told her, 'but when he does it he makes me really climax!' Silly me to underestimate Cindy! She grinned again; then she got her finger farther up me than I imagined anything could go, and somehow got me on my back at the same time. She left her finger high up in me and sort of tickled in little circles while she brushed around my sex area with her other hand very gingerly. I groaned, so she got serious sexually and really played me with her finger, no longer hesitant but experienced or even expert. I wasn't thinking about what we were doing - just that I wanted it, and that I wanted to climax. The suppository worked a lot faster on me than it does on Tony, and soon I started to feel that I needed the toilet. I also needed to climax, and told Cindy so - that I was needing both. That's when Cindy finally really went down on me and gave me about the most enormous orgasm ever, filling me in both ends. I was disappointed that I had to jump to the toilet as soon as I was done coming, but Cindy followed me and did just about what Tony had done to me that time, from French kissing to fingering me right on the toilet. It was just about how I had said that Tony and I did it, but where Tony was always so good with his dick, Cindy was even better with her hands and tongue than Tony was. I don't know how long that went on, the kissing and stroking and fingering. Cindy wouldn't let me off the toilet till we were sure that the suppository was completely done working. Instead, she just made me keep coming: I thought that I couldn't any more, but then when the suppository made me have another sudden push, at the same time that she was there doing the right things with her tongue and fingers, I gasped and shuddered and rocked again and again. I was really out of it and weak-kneed by the time the suppository buzz had eventually ceased. I didn't think I could walk, so Cindy leaned me over the bathtub. She wound some wet tissue around and gave my butt a final wipe and told me not to go anywhere. That was not likely! I think I probably would have fallen asleep in that position had she not been back from her suitcase in an instant. I said nothing - thought nothing - as she gently spread my butt cheeks apart and lubed my anus - in fact, I thought she was just giving me a final wipe again. Then she told me to push out a little, and suddenly my rear was filled with what seemed like a bigger butt plug, but in a moment she turned it on and pushed it higher till I almost gagged as it twisted and thrusted while vibrating deeply inside my rear. I stared at her and made some gurgling sounds but I couldn't make any words. Cindy took my hand and led me the few feet to the bed, laying me on a pillow to raise my thighs. Then she went down on me while manipulating the vibrating rod she had up my ass. I started to come again and to cry; I had no idea how many times I had come and had no idea that many times were possible, and I had no idea why I was crying, because I didn't want her to stop - and she didn't. I don't even remember that it actually felt good, but I know I didn't want her to ever stop because something was making me come again and again. I think I actually fell asleep that way, butt stuffed and being fingered all over and licked, and coming and coming and coming. I don't know if you could even call it sex: it was like being another kind of animal, or in another world, in another flow of time. I was just some kind of animal which was made up of constant orgasms and being licked and rubbed and buzzed in my butt. God, did I love that! I'd never done anything like that with a woman; back in college our enemas were pretty vanilla and quick little hygiene dealies, either after periods or to freshen up before dates or just for little tummy problems. I didn't even know I was bi - I mean, I don't know if that all means I'm bi or just love my ass or what. I guess I didn't have any regrets, because I snuggled up against her tight as I could to fall asleep whenever I stirred that night, and I thanked her over and over and promised to do that to her next evening. I did do it to Cindy next evening, and I was really getting into it - it wasn't just from too much wine; I did definitely want to do it to her just as she had done, and to turn her into the same kind of animal I had been so we could mate. And we did it all to each other again three years later. Cindy flies a lot for her job and racks up airline flyer miles. She's found that trying to use them for popular destinations is usually difficult to arrange with her schedule, but it's always easy for her to use them to visit a place like Boise; it’s not really the destination most in demand. So she has visited me at home twice - by a certain coincidence, at times when Tony was away on his own travel at least part of the time - some of the nights - and the kids were at camp or sleep-overs. Well, that was good and bad. It was good because it was always good for Cindy and me - just intoxicating and like a climax carnival. I think the whole house must have smelled like sex! The bad was that since she was coming here to our house, Tony's and mine, and we were doing it here, I felt kind of guilty - so eventually I sort of told Tony. I mean, I started rather round-about and very ambiguously, carefully testing his reaction at every word; finally, though, when I saw that he seemed to be getting more turned on than angry, I spilled it all. We talked a little, and eventually he asked me if Cindy was bi, and whether she could play with him, too. I have to end this, so the short story is that we all arranged for him to spend a night with her the next time he visited Chicago. Maybe it was two or three nights - I don't know, actually; I never asked, and I left whatever they did to their privacy. I guess they had fun, though I'll bet not quite as much as Cindy and I have together. After their adventure Tony let me know that he wouldn't feel threatened by my getting together with Cindy now and then, not months or years apart as we had been meeting, though he wasn't ready for her to move in with us! Now, Cindy is on the lookout to score tickets to France for us - for herself and me - for a week when she can arrange that with her flyer miles, and Tony's okay with that. He had taken me to France himself on a sort of late honeymoon several months after we were married - and two years after that he took me to Spain to actually visit some of the places of my family's legends. So he isn't jealous or threatened; I'd say, and I think he'd say, that we are all good.