It was our third morning at the Wellness Institute and we are sort of getting into the routine: start the day with an enema, go to class and then some yoga, pick a recreational activity for the afternoon, sit down for dinner, and have some great sex. What was not to like?

This retreat, if I can call it that, had already evolved into a crazy time where Sharon and I were more or less renewing our relationship. I flashed her getting out of the shower and in return she opened the hem of her robe revealing herself to me. Despite having had sex twice the night before, if it wasn’t for the momentary arrival of Tori, I we probably would have done the deed again.

On the third day, much as Tori had promised, we each got a chamomile tea enema that did exactly as she promised, feel soothing and relaxing, which after the oil enema on the first day and the lemon juice one on the second, was a welcome change of pace. Each day that Tori entered the suite she seemed even sexier. When I thought about getting enemas when growing up, they were hardly anything to look forward to because after all at that age it was something to dread.

When Tori arrived she was just as bouncy and bubbly as ever and joked with us about “bending over for a spot of tea.” I was no longer envious of Sharon because she got to go second, but really liked going first and being on the receiving end of Tori’s gentle touch.

The fourth morning, however, was a different experience in that the enema du jour was a coffee one. I had heard of these before, but the very idea seemed weird. Still, Tori insisted that these were good for detoxifying the liver. Hey, so far everything that they had told us here made us feel better, so we went along with the idea of the coffee.

As I laid on the table waiting for Tori to insert the nozzle I noticed out of the corner of my eye that she removed the flexible one that I had grown to enjoy and replaced it with a long red rubber tube.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“This is a colon tube and I will work it some distance up your colon. I have to be careful inserting it, but it delivers the enema further into you and in my experience you will tend to cramp much less.” I’m thinking “Less, this lady is so good at giving an enema that I haven’t cramped at all. Can we take her home with us?”

“In your experience?” I asked.

“Yes, I use one of these myself sometimes. When inserted it is very comfortable and you don’t feel a thing. You’ll see.”

This thing was really long and I figure was going to be stuck up my backside some 1-1/2 to 2 feet. “You’re not going to hit my back molars now, aren’t you?”

“No, nothing like that,” Tori responded using a gloved hand to spread surgical lubricant over the first six inches or so, but also lubing my butt. She inserted the tube about four inches and started the flow. Then she slowly worked that tube into me sometimes twisting it and other times with a gentle push. Whoever thought that this would be an enjoyable experience? Not me. But she was right because I could not feel a thing not even the enema flowing into me, as far up as that might be.

Eventually, the bag was empty and Tori shut off the clamp. To make small talk she asked what I was planning to do that day. I had never been on a horse and said that I’d like to just try the experience, even if only once. Sharon said she might try golf. Then all of a sudden from deep inside of me came a pronounced message “Now! Wes! Now! Don’t waste a single minute!”

I made it to the toilet just in time for my internal Niagara Falls. It was such a feeling of relief, but I was also puzzled about how so much could still be inside of me after already three mornings of having enemas. As I sat there contemplating whether I was done or not, Sharon had taken her place on the table and was just starting to enjoy her “experience”. Up until our visit here it would be safe to say that Sharon enjoyed getting enemas much more than I did, but with my experience with Tori that could now be changing.

Sharon was very relaxed as the coffee enema continued to fill her. “Tori, you are a really excellent giver of enemas. Where did you learn to do this?” I asked thinking I was making small talk.

“I don’t mind telling you that I grew up getting enemas at home and never cast them in a negative light. Then I went away to nursing school where we were expected to know how to give them. The other nurses and I practiced on one another, but I also took a real liking to how good an enema could make me feel and became a regular user ever since. When I got the job here I sort of just fell into it.”

“I guess it is an acquired taste. I’ve never had the occasion to have one every day.”

“Well, now that we have you and Sharon graduated to the coffee enemas, it will no longer be one per day, but two. There is another nurse who will be stopping in at 6 pm to give you one before you head off to dinner.”

“What?!”

“Yes, you need to understand that the coffee enema detoxifies your liver. The diet that we have you on with various fruits and vegetables is cleansing your system, but if we don’t take care of the liver you will have all sorts of other problems. So you will be getting two coffee enemas each day for the next several days. That’s OK, isn’t it?”

“I suppose. But it does come as a surprise. Also, that we will have a nurse other than you doing it.”

“Don’t worry, Kristin is as good at this as I am. I’m sure that you’ll like her as well.”

I got thinking that Tori had about the sweetest little female body that I have ever encountered and it would be unlikely that Kristin could measure up. Still, a second enema every day is not what I was expecting. During all this discussion Sharon had finished taking her enema and was just emerging from the toilet.

“Sharon, were you aware that as of tonight we’ll be getting two coffee enemas a day?”

“No, I wasn’t, but it doesn’t sound like any big deal. I’m sure that you and I can handle it,” she said sounding so reassuring.