We replaced the Bowflex in the master bedroom with a StairMaster about the time Ann started to attend the local J.C. That was two years ago and she had been working on the StairMaster an average of an hour a day. At 35, Ann was amazing, vivacious, outgoing and gregarious and she loved to shop downtown. We didn’t frequent any chain stores, only the mom and pop establishments. Corner markets, small butcher shops, corner drugstores, or the docks for fresh fish and crabs right from the source. Sometimes we would go together, but most often that was her way of getting out. She was an engaging conversationalist, but she was often an active listener giving positive comments and her skill at focusing on the person that she was chatting with put her in high esteem in the community. I watched her a couple of times and I thought ‘Now that’s a new twist on the old song by The Association ‘WENDY’, as Ann walked down the street folks would gawk and do a head shake and it was obvious that they thought ‘Damn that is a fine looking woman’. She certainly was; Ann’s waist was trim and her arms and legs were toned. Her thighs and hips were muscular. Her butt was breathtaking. The Glutes were incredibly well developed and protruded up and out in large twin globes that undulated gracefully as she walked. Yes, she had a couple of very seductive walks around that house that were obviously designed keep me fully addicted to her lovely ass but she had an endearing grace as she walked in public that exuded innocence and charm. I found that I was much more respected that I considered normal. I understood, though, as folks would comment about Ann; they saw me as the guy that Ann loved. I had to be some special kind of guy for a woman like Ann to worship me the way she did. I had thought about this for a long time, waiting for some right moment that never seemed to come when finally I came to my senses and realized I wanted Ann forever, not just the here and now. That early summer after Ann completed her J.C. curriculum, we found out that she had been accepted into the Oregon State University Business Accounting Program, which was one hell of an achievement for a former high school dropout. I bought a small bungalow in Corvallis, so that Ann didn’t have to get an apartment and we could be together when she wasn’t working on her degree. But she needed 92.5 credits to graduate and even by going through next year’s summer school, Ann had to pull down 18.5 credits per semester; a grueling schedule by anyone’s standards. She was soon going to be a very busy woman. So that 4th of July our destination was Corvallis, as we took the Mustang on a roundabout trip that that took us down to Crater Lake. It was out on an overlook in this magnificent setting that I asked Ann to be my wife. She was stunned into silence, her eyes tearing, and her mouth aghast and after a long pause she gushed “Oh god Jim, I dreamed, but I never dared to hope…” Then she threw her arms around me and pressed herself into me tightly and looked up into my eyes and enthusiastically exclaimed “Yes, oh ya, baby, yes…yes!” As we walked around the lake and talked about our lives, reminiscing about the early days of our unique trip together, I asked her what kind of a ring she wanted and she said “Ya know, I’ve never really thought about it, does it matter?” I said “Well, I’ve never been a ring fancier myself, but some women like diamonds, while others prefer more exotic metals inset with other kinds of precious stones. Then there are simple gold bands.” “The gold bands sound more like us, my love, what do you think?” she asked. “Perfect!” I said, “And to celebrate us we should create something just for us. Let’s go over to the Back Hills and have them made especially for us. What do you say?” Oh that sounds wonderful, honey, and that’s exactly what we need to do because it means another road trip in the Mustang,” She beamed. From Crater Lake, the Mustang charged up 97 through Redmond then onto 28 east and we stayed in John Day at the Great Western that evening. Since we had a late lunch, we skipped dinner and we were both eyeing each other, each remembering our own special memories of our first trip together. I took off most of my clothes and got comfortable and watched as Ann unpacked things that I didn’t think about. When she pulled out the trusty Faultless, she giggled “God Jim, remember when we bought this?” “Sweetheart, those are some of my fondest memories” I smiled as she strolled in to put bath salts and bubbles in the tub and ran it hot. When the tub was full, she did a sexy strip for me and got in with enema bag empty and after luxuriating in the relaxing hot bath, she began to fill the enema bag from her bath water. Watching her free sensuality got me aroused and I quickly got naked and went in to her. The tub was really not big enough for the both of us comfortably, so I watched Ann fill her enema bag, hold it up and drain the douche nozzle, close the clamp and smile at me with her naughty smile “I love to take an enema with my bath”, she breathed and with that, she slowly rose up, got on her knees and turned her big lovely ass toward me, spread so I could see her awesomely tight asshole and reached around and gently rocked as she lightly grunted, inserting the nozzle into her sweet pink anus that I so loved. She looked around at me and winked one eye and then went sultry; as she winked her sexy anus, the nozzle bobbed, and she whispered stay her here with me.” She turned and eased herself back into the bath and handed me the bag. She looked up at me with all of the love that I could possibly soak up and then my sexy siren opened her enema clamp, as she issued a low guttural growl “Take hold of your cock. I want to see you jack off while I take my enema!” Her command hit me viscerally, forcing air out of my lungs in an open mouthed sigh, followed by a spasm ridden inhale. I got on my knees next to her and held her enema bag against my chest with my left hand and took hold of my cock and began to masturbate for her as I squeezed the bag hard. Her hand dipped below the surface and her face came inches away from my cock as I slowly jacked off for her while helping her take her enema. She moaned with pleasure as I filled her and began to take deeper breaths; her lips just caressing my cockhead for several moments. Then she closed the clamp and with look that said ‘sweetheart, I’m gonna rock your world’, my lover said “Come in behind me, I know how much you liked this before” as she pulled out her enema nozzle and sensuously rose up on her knees. I got in and she pointed to some lotion that she had and said, “Use that, baby that feels good” and I smeared my cock and got behind her as she pointed her lovely ass up at me. I touched her puckered anus with my cock and she moaned and tried to find a way to get me up into her ass without losing just about 2 quarts of warm bathwater surging in her bowels. My cock was rock hard and I pushed, but Ann’s muscle tone was incredible. She grunted a little as I saw her clinch down to take gulps into her colon and pushed back on me. Wow! Wow! Wow! My cock popped into the wild warm wet world of my lover’s ass with a full enema and it felt wonderful. I began to slowly thrust into her as we both moaned in unison “Mmmmm….mmmm…mmmm.” I did not want this to end, but after just a few minutes she reached around to stop me and breathlessly mouthed “I need to go”, I pulled out and helped to her feet. She said as she stepped out, “You stay there and wash and I’ll be back and get in after I get rid of this. Even with the urgency of a full enema, her ass mesmerized me as I watched her stroll over and seat herself like royalty on her throne. I know that many people don’t see any value in being around a loved one as they go through their bodily function and I don’t need any company myself. On the other hand, a sensuous woman has a way about her that is erotic even when she expels an enema, so I watched Ann as she went through the gyrations of letting it out and I liked what I saw. It was part of the ritual of cleansing herself for our pleasure and when she felt satisfied she came back in and got into the tub and began to wash herself paying attention to that special area that she knew I wanted. I helped her, inserting a soapy finger just inside her anus several times until she started to dilate. I got up, stepped from the tub and helped her stand up and guided her out where I toweled her off. She cooed and nibbled my ear lobe and then when out to the bed. After I had toweled off, I went to her and paused as she glanced over at me laying on her stomach, her legs spread wide enough that her pussy was open and her pink anus was visible because she had reached back with both hands and spread her big gorgeous ass cheeks to present me with her delectable asshole. Ann often presented me with a choice: to perform some type of analingus or not; and that is all it ever was-a sultry presentation. It was not a reciprocal act; I had no interest in having Ann do that to me. She not only enjoyed it, but I believe she saw the act as a confirmation of my ultimate love for her. I believe that she thought that if I was willing to kiss and tongue her sensuous ‘enema hole’, as she often referred to her asshole, that my love for her was limitless. Indeed, she saw it as the ultimate expression of my physical love for her. The only time that she ever asked for it was when she actually commanded me as a form of punishment for having ignored her over two of years earlier. And so I reserved this act for very special occasions when the impact to her would confirm the feelings of the moment that I wanted to instill in her. So being presented with such an erotic sight, I chose to make it an occasion that she would never forget. I reached into my travel bag and pulled out a new honey that was infused with a strong hash oil and I got up behind her and whispered “Baby, I’m going to give you a special kiss so that you’ll always remember the day you say ‘yes’.” Her reaction was electrifying and her moan told me that she in fact did want something very special. I opened the jar and dipped my finger in and then began to trace the outline of her musky pink starfish as a little divot began to open to me. I pushed just a little forcing the honey just inside the outer opening. Ann’s sensitive anus quickly puckered, opened, puckered again and then opened a little bigger than a pencil eraser, still very tight. I poured a small dollop right on that little hole, which puckered up again and opened a little bit more. She was very audible, I closed the jar and set it on the floor and I let Ann have her hands as I spread her big muscled ass cheeks wide and began to French kiss Ann’s warm sexy asshole. I stuck my tongue in as far as I could, pushing the honey in deeper even as I licked it from my lover’s now undulating bottom. Ann was beginning to show her wilder side as she rose up on her thighs so she could give me better access so that I could tongue her deeper. This was the first real rim job that Ann had experienced and she was so aroused that she started masturbating as I deep tongued her ‘enema hole’; now dilated to about the size of a quarter. She pushed back at me trying to get me in deeper, but alas my lips and tongue could only take her so far and yet the experience was a watershed for her. She withdrew from me and turned around on her knees and took my head in her hands and gave me a wet kiss on my lips, looked into my eyes and whispered “Is that what I taste like? Did I taste me on your lips baby?” “It’s what you taste like tonight, my love, but you always taste different to me.” I smiled. “Oh god baby, I really loved that. I fantasize about you doing that to me all the time. It feels so good and…oh so naughty…oh so naughty. Aw baby I want you to just plow my butt the way you really love to honey,” she gushed. We both had a nice little buzz on and I sighed, “Aw god baby I can’t wait to feel your warm tight ass, while you squeeze me with your powerful butt cheeks.” Her head was lying sideways on a pillow as she watched me slather my cock with lubricant and then gently lower myself on to her. I lightly stroked her hair and kissed her neck while I slowly sunk my cock between her powerful Glutes and she uttered “Aw Ya” when the head of my cock just made a little divot in her erotically charged anus. “Aaaawwww…huuu, oh, oh aw my enema hole feels so good.” She cooed as I let just the head of my cock slip inside of her sphincter, which had been slightly gaped, but since it realized it had a cock going up, it reflexively tightened and I pulled back until I could feel the back tip of my cockhead pull against her and I could feel hash oil honey just inside her sphincter and it was starting gape open again. I was determined not to let either one of us descend into the depths of a fuckfest; I wanted this to be a long slow love making session and I began to whisper and breath in her ear how much I loved her and how I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her and I softly suggested that she just enjoy what was about to happen. Ann was not normally a passive anal lover, she was an active participant often aggressively so, but that was not what I had in mind tonight. I took the incentive to establish a pattern that she could match and as I slowly sunk all the way in her lovely ass, I whispered “Oh I love you” grinding deep into her and drawing out the word ‘L…o…v…e’ so she could hear me and associate the deep slow penetration and soothing feeling in her sensuous ‘enema hole’ that she was feeling from the honey that I had tongued into her. I slid my right hand under her to work on pussy and her hand was already there. So I breathed “let me massage deep in your sweet pussy, my love, and you can play with your amazing clit between my fingers; we shared the duty of warming her genital love pot, while we soared in our anal passion. She was my matching my moves and I could tell she was dancing the way I hoped for this evening. She was my wingman in our lovemaking and we were entangled in our love for each other emotionally even though that physical focus was deep in my new fiance's rectum. We soared together for a while and then she augured into a blissful little orgasm that must have felt really nice before coming back to level flight with me as though rising up from the orgasmic ashes like a sex phoenix only to crash again as if taken out by some camouflaged orgasmic flak; little analgasms, little clitgasms, or deeper g-spot spasms caused her to leave my tender loving periodically. My tempo was very slow, cycling through deep thrust, slow grinding and slow withdrawal taking up to 15 seconds and with each slow grind I told how much I loved her, how much I needed her, how I wanted to spend the rest of our lives together. I made it last longer than I ever have before, but eventually she was too much for me and I pumped all the love that I had in my entire being up my fiance's lovely ass.