We made the 11 am checkout time and left Laramie on 85 bound for Newcastle where we took 16 to Custer South Dakota and we made our Black Hills base camp at the Holiday Inn Express. We went to dinner and spoke with some of the locals about the best places to get rings made from the beautiful two-toned black hills gold style, preferably made by a local Lakota Sioux. As it turns out, most of the traditional Indian jewelry wasn’t what we were looking for. We looked around until everything closed up and then went back to the room to plan the next couple of days. Ann had heard of something called a ‘Love Knot’ that was made by some locals but it turned out to be a new take on the Algerian version, striking though it was. Both of us were exhausted from our test flight of the P-38 and after showering we hit the sheets chatted, kissed, and laughed at ourselves and our antics the two previous nights.

We were up at 7, congratulating each other for greatly needed sleep and we were on the road by 8 off to see Mt. Rushmore. We were eating light meals when we were hungry and always on the lookout for a local jeweler. After Mt. Rushmore, we heard about a store in Keystone that might have what we were looking for and headed over there. We found two magnificent three color rings of rose, green and yellow gold with the traditional style from the 1870's of grape leaves, grape clusters and vines in the designs in both a man’s and a woman’s style fit exactly for us. We were both thrilled because they were just what we wanted and we got out of the door for fewer than 500 bucks.

We spent the rest of the day wandering around walking and gawking and again we got in late, showered, and spent some quality face time in bed. Ann asked me a question that I knew she would sooner or later, but I was hoping later than at that point. “Do you want to have children, Jim?” She asked out of the blue. I responded obliquely, “You’re 35 and I’m 38, that notwithstanding, I want you to answer your own question honey, and believe me when I tell you I will support your decision.” She was silent for a minute or two and said, “I’ve thought a lot about this, honey, and the more I get to know myself and like who and what I have become, I can’t help but think that nothing in my life has given me any parenting skills. I would be nothing if I hadn’t met you; I just don’t want to disappoint you.” “I think I understand what your basic argument is rooted in, but don’t sell yourself short Ann. You made every positive decision to change your life since we met, those weren’t my decisions, the decisions were yours. All I did was help to provide a positive environment with the kind of love that you wanted, even needed. And don’t forget for one moment, my love that I am happy for every day that we have spent together since the first moment I met you.” That was a pivotal moment and I don’t think her body has ever been that tightly packed around mine since. We hugged and cooed and touched. After a while she asked lightly, “Baby, when I hear you say the word, ENEMA, my heart leaps into my throat and I get flush and excited. Do you know why that is?” I let a few seconds go by before I whispered “The same thing happens to me when I hear you say ENEMA, honey. Does it worry you?” “Every once in a while…sometimes I think, uh…kind of think I’m weird.” She mused. “Why do you think that is?” I asked, half thinking that I knew the answer. “Oh I’m not sure. I used to feel weird all the time. Now sometimes…I don’t know why…sometimes I still do.” She whimpered.

This was the first time, since our time in Tillamook, that I felt Ann’s identity begin to regress to the years before we met and I thought it might be due to some of the stress that she had been through academically as well as intensity of this trip. I needed to bring her out of it, but I realized that I couldn’t do it alone; she had to make the decision of what to believe about herself. I began, “Ann, when you objectively look at your life today, what resemblance do you now see of yourself…say oh… 10 years ago?” Silence followed for a moment and then she said contemplatively, “Well uh, I guess there is nothing to compare.” “Exactly, Ann, the only commonality with the woman you are today and the person that you worry about: is your sex drive and how you ultimately keyed your sexual desires upon anal eroticism? So let me ask you this: We both have well developed anal erotic desires that include the enjoyment of enemas. Do you feel that is wrong?” I asked. She thought a moment and responded, “I’m not sure, honey, it’s just that sometimes I don’t feel normal.” “I’m not sure what you mean, honey, normal to what?” I asked. She said, “How many people make love like we do? I mean all the people that I’ve met up here I can’t see anybody having sex like we do, honey.” “So baby how many people have discussed the intimate details of their sex lives with you?” I chuckled. There was a long pause before she confessed, “Well nobody has ever talked to me that way, but you…I mean us.” “Right, you don’t really know if Bud Thornton’s wife ties him up and whips him, before using a strap-on in his butt, do you? How about Evan and Kim Daniels, her friend Beverly has been staying with them for the last year and a half. Are the three of them playing together in the bedroom?” I smiled and continued, “We can’t know what is weird and what isn’t in terms of what people do behind closed doors. But I use this definition: If the sexual practices of a couple put either or someone else at risk, then I consider that to be abhorrent and dangerous. More importantly, if one partner is so dominant that the other is repressed into abject humility without any recourse, I see that as a recipe for criminal abuse. On the other hand, when the sexual play produces heightened passion, lust and ultimately strengthens the bonds of love between the couple, I consider that to be a very healthy sex life.” I posited and then inquired, “Would you like to see our sex life take a different direction, Ann?”

There is a critical distinction between new sex partners, and a life partnership where your lover is also your best friend. In the former, even subtle changes in the ‘contract’ can be a deal breaker. In the later, however, each will be willing to adapt to the other’s needs. It was in this spirit that I asked that question.

Ann’s demeanor changed, as she looked up at me and softly asked, “You would be willing to do that for me?” “Absolutely, sweetheart, I love you and I will do anything for you.” I swore. There was a long pause, then she gushed, “Oh god Jim you are the wind beneath my wings. I don’t know where those crazy feelings came from and the last thing I want is to change what we do?” “Be honest with me, honey, what do you like; what would you like to see more of?” I whispered. “Let me think about that, OK, but I think you already know what I like the most.” She said, but I wasn’t going to let her off that easy, “That’s just it, I want you to tell me what it is.” I issued something of a command. She squirmed ever so slightly and then crawled up higher on my chest and stuck a wet tongue in my ear and breathed, “I get wet panties just thinking about you; how seem to love liking and kissing my ‘enema hole’ and I want to give you more enemas than I have in the past.” I could see her naughty smile in the minimal light and as my cock stirred, she giggled, “And I think it’s time for you to have one right now. I know because your cock is telling me you like what I said.”

Ann rose up and kissed me on the lips breathing, “I’ll be right back with a nice warm enema for you baby”, before getting out of bed, going to her travel bag and going into the bathroom. My head was swimming in a storm of contradictions. I had just gone through a fear, ever so slight that it was, that I might lose some of the greatest sex of my life and then somehow that changed into instant gratification…for me or for her. I was obviously going to have to take her enema and in the process I was going to have to tongue her big sexy ass, but that wasn’t in and of itself going to cause me to cum. ‘Trust your lover’ I reminded myself, ‘She knows how to please, even when she takes control’. Ann came out, went to the closet, took out two of my shirts, removed the coat hangers, brought the Faultless over to the bed and double hung it on the headboard. She then went back to her travel bag and removed her magic wand, brought it over to the bed and plugged it into a receptacle at the base of the lamp on the nightstand. She told me that she needed to rearrange the pillows and asked me to go to her travel bag, open the side zipper and bring the two items to the nightstand. I got up and unzipped the side pouch and found the hash-oil infused honey and a large tube of lube, which I set on the nightstand as instructed.

Ann had rearranged the pillows into a pile that was sideways but made the enema more accessible. Ann came to me, held my face with her hands and commanded in a sultry voice, “Baby, I want you to bend at the waist while I lubricate your butt, so I can get this big enema tube up inside you.” I did as I was told and her slippery finger slowly worked its way up my ass. Ya, it felt good and I told her so, which got me another finger and a thrust that caused me to grunt as she giggled, “Very good, honey, now here comes the nozzle.” I grunted until I felt the Bat slide home. As she wiped her hands on a towel, Ann looked at me with a smile, “OK, my love, I’m going to set this clamp to a slow fill and you can’t touch it.” Picking up the honey and handing it to me she continued, “I want you to work as much of this into my Butt (and then she emphasized), the butt you so love, my Jim, I want you to tongue me until I tell you to put your cock in my butt and when I do you can cum anytime you want, because my magic wand is going regulate me; are you ready baby?” “Aw ya I’m ready, but this isn’t going to be a race is it?” I mumbled, and she mused, “Well honey, you’re only going to have to take and hold this enema, so it is a race of sorts” she smiled and then she graced herself over the pillows that lifted her beautiful ass up and off of the bed, spread her legs and invited me to begin as I felt the warm surge slowly form in my ass. I dabbed my finger in the honey and began to press it into her ravishing asshole. I spread her big glutes as wide as I dared for fear of causing her discomfort and I stuck my tongue in as far as I could and began to bob my head, as Ann was hard at making the most of her magic wand and she moaned, “Oh, oooh, ya like that, baby…take my enema and do me like that!”

I began to realize just what this was really all about; I wasn’t the only one who had a say in what was her most important day. This was obviously a day that she wanted to remember; a day in which we had journeyed far to an enchanted land where she had a majestically embellished wedding ring custom made for her, something that she admittedly never believed possible. More than accepting my marriage proposal, she now possessed something illustrative and emblematic of my proposal and of her acceptance. So I gave her big voluptuous ass all the love I had in me in and as rigorously as I could, for I was acutely aware that I only had so much time. As Ann’s sensuous little pink starfish began to open, I poured some honey directly into the opening and instead of reflexively closing, she grunted and made a gape about the size of a quarter. I took her deep with my tongue and the taste was heady; my senses were all alive, her musk filled my nostrils flaring them; her enema surged into my bowels giving me an incredible warm erotic feeling. I felt her begin to buck and coo and cry and suddenly she grunted “Uhh’ ya, aw baby you make me feel, oh so special…give me your cock, my love…I need your cock!” I reached for the lube, but she cut me off telling me, “No baby, do it now, don’t…NOW!” I sunk my cock in all the way to the hilt in one fluid motion and was surprised to feel how much moisture my saliva and her internal juice had produced. She was already orgasmic but before I could set my own pump and thrust tempo, she forced me into a relatively fast one as she thrust herself up to completely impale her lusty ass on my cock only to clinch down hard and withdrawal in a motion that was better than the best blow job that I ever received and then back up again hard. So I matched her pace as she began to cry out in the throes of a spectacular orgasm, when her enema raged in my ass in a violent spasm that bolted through my cock as if it were electrified and I was launched into an uncontrollable set of ejaculatory spasms that began as I clinched hard to force the enema deeper into me and then thrust hard into my lover’s wildly erotic ass. She was still deep into her orgasm, which was massively 3 dimensional, as her anal spasms timed perfectly with her deep vaginal and clitoral climax. She was out of breath and panting heavily and I had a heightening sense of urgency and I did not tarry long in my lover’s ass, as was customarily my bent. Reaching back to close the clamp, I rose and took the enema bag into the bathroom, hung it on the towel rack, sat on the toilet and pulled the nozzle out.

What a relief, what a feeling; my abdominal muscles were still spasmodic as they helped push Ann’s erotic enema out of my body-my cock still dripped seminal fluid when Ann came in with her eyes aglow and a smile gracing her loving face. She picked a wash cloth from the rack and ran hot water, soaped it, rang it out and came to me and knelt before me. “You are a special man, Mr. Hunter, because you seem to have an innate ability to know when it is my desire to set our lovemaking.” She cooed as she washed my face and continued, “Even after I must have seemed a little crazy to you.” “Every boat needs its watch commanders because the captain can’t be at the helm all the time.” I mused.

Ann took my face in her hands and gave me a wet full mouthed kiss then gazing directly into my eyes she growled, “Well then my captain, I need my transom cleaned.” She handed me the washcloth, turned around and thrust her magnificent ‘transom’ up to me. I washed her and gently touched her anus, “Does this need to be flushed and drained, my love?” I smiled and she replied, “We can discuss the long range maintenance plan in the morning, but for now, I’ve never felt better in my life. Let’s take a quick shower then take me to bed so that I can cuddle you the way I know you love.”