Ann got her GED in 13 months, a remarkable achievement, even with my tutoring. Most people can do an hour on an elliptical at a gym, but Ann had worked up to 3 hours daily and besides losing 40 pounds her sumptuous body was shapely and well-toned. Her ass was now eye candy for any passing pedestrian whenever we were walking around town together. Around the house, Ann often strutted with just a blouse or more often a t-shirt as she went about chores or recreation. She delighted in looking over her shoulder and catching my gaze admiring her ass and she would give me a sultry smile and flex her powerful gluteus at me, knowing that I craved having her clinch down on my cock in her sexy ass. Ann’s feminine presence dripped passionate sultry sexuality and I was now virtually addicted to her. Yes I loved her, and there were many things to admire about her, but our relationship had begun sexually and sex was still the central pivot around which all of the rest of our life evolved.

Many months ago she had asked to see the pictures of woman taking enemas that I had confessed to her about that morning in the Disneyland Hotel, and now she had the entire portfolio stored on her laptop computer. I came home unannounced one afternoon, took my clothes off in the laundry room, and quietly went up to our bedroom. I found Ann looking at a particular set on the laptop as it sat on top of a dresser; each with a voluptuous woman with an enema nozzle visible in her ass; hose snaking up to a variety of different bags. Ann had set her viewer on slideshow and as the laptop cycled through the set, she was standing looking at eye level with one hand in her pussy and one in her ass.

As I snuck up behind her, her attention was riveted as she genitally and anally masturbated. When I started massaging my hardening cock, she became aware of my presence, and blushed crimson, her mouth agape; the first that I had seen her visibly embarrassed and self-conscious in almost a year. She took both hands and dropped them to her sides and slowly turned around, her head lowered and heard me say “Ann, did Gomez see you masturbating yourself in your ass that day in the barn?” She would not raise her head, but mumbled “I been a bad girl, huh” “Yes you have Ann, you’ve been a very bad girl. I see you like watching pictures of girls taking enemas and I’m afraid I’m going to have to give you a big hot enema and make you hold it while I put a lot of Vaseline on my cock and then fuck you up your ass while you hold that big hot enema. (She reflexively clinched her ass) You know you need to be punished don’t you, baby?” She slowly nodded without raising her head, but I thought I saw flickers of erotic anticipation in her body language. “Stay right where you are”, I commanded and walked over and opened the sliding glass door out on the deck to retrieve a teak chair, picked it up, came back in, took Ann by her arm and led her into the bathroom and commanded “Get down on your hands and knees, put your head down and stick your ass up!” She complied while I filled the big amber bag, attached a butt plug nozzle and dipped it in a large jar of Vaseline. Then I pressed against her asshole and commanded “Now grunt hard. Harder, Ann, I want you to take this in your ass.” She whimpered “eehhh, uh, Uhh, Awe, oh it’s in.” I gave her ass a couple of slaps and said “You’re gonna take it all! This is part of your punishment.”

Ann struggled to take the entire bag and mindlessly began to touch her pussy several times, but I would slap her on her ass to make her stop each time. I put the chair into the large walk-in shower stall and then bent down to retrieve the butt plug nozzle from Ann’s big sexy ass and said “Get up Ann and come with Me.” and I told her to kneel on the chair and stick her ass out and she complied. Then I grabbed that big jar of Vaseline, stuck my hard cock all the way through to the bottom of the jar and withdrew with big globs of it on my cock. Then I took Ann by her hips and pushed my cock all the way into her rectum in one fluid motion, my cock-head partially through her anus before she grunted. Now that this depraved act had gotten under way, Ann thought she could get away with masturbating her pussy, which she started doing and I had no more objections. She groaned and moaned loudly as she struggled to hold the 3 quart enema with my cock invading her rectum in a deep thrusting and withdrawal motion. Ann went quickly through a muted orgasm and then groaned loudly again as I pistoned her ass. I could feel her enema expand her rectum and she was unable to clinch and force it back up into her bowels. “Ohaw, aw fuck eh...en…I can’t hold…it ahh uh shit...shit oh god I can’t hold it anymore aw…Ooooah…” and as I fucked her up her big sexy ass, my future wife started losing her enema. I grabbed her tightly and thrust in deep and pressed hard into her to try to seal her, but she began a continual series of grunts to try to relieve herself. Finally I came and withdrew so she could get total relief and I turned on the shower and began to wash the enema water off of both us. I bent down to pull the drain screen aside to help wash it all down. I touched Ann gently for the first time since her ‘punishment’ began and soothed “Are you able to stand baby?” “Uh huh, help me please” she demurred. I moved the chair out of the shower and I washed us both down and I held her under the hot shower until the 200 gal water heater couldn’t keep up any more. I dried her off and took her to bed and held her and loved her.

Finally, she looked at me with a very naughty smile and said “God, baby, that was so hot! How did you know?” Honey, we both know a lot about each other. I just put a few things that you have confided in me together and I saw a scenario that you might be drawn to.” I soothed. “Yes, sweetheart, that really was HOT!” she cooed, then she took my soft cock in her hand with a slight jerk and laughed “But don’t ever do that again, OK?” “No, baby, that was just a onetime thing,” I smiled. “Good” she mused, “That was HOT! But it was like crazy, scary hot. And you big boy, did you really like that?” I waxed philosophical, “Well it was over the edge and…well we both climaxed, but nothing like we’re capable of. Ya gotta admit though, it wasn’t boring.” “No Jim, of all of the many things I love about you, boring has never been something I’ve worried about with you.” She laughed.