We set about attending to our wellness class and yoga. After lunch Sharon and I decided to do a wilderness hike together. The increased intimacy from being at the Wellness Institute had had a positive impact on our relationship. After about an hour and a half we decided to head back to the Institute and get ready for our visit from Kristin who would be administering the second coffee enemas of the day.

We got back from the hike and each took a shower since we had become somewhat sweaty from the walk. As with our morning routine we each put on just our robes and then settled into the sitting area. With no TV we did find more to talk to one another about, but then in a teasing sort of way, Sharon lifted the hem of her robe and flashed me. While I thought that it was funny, I lifted my robe to show her what I had. We both broke out in laughter, but then she said, “We do have some time, do want to use it?”

“Sure, but I don’t want you messy for when Kristin gets here. And I didn’t pack any rubbers”

“No worries! I knew that I was getting my period in a day or so, so I brought my syringe. Things will be nice and clean for Kristin,” explained Sharon as she got up from her seat, came over to me, and reached into my robe.

“You sure have been horny while we’ve been here.”

“And you have a problem with that?” she asked as she fondled me. “But you have always been ready to go, too.”

“No, not at all,” I replied fingering her and finding her incredibly excited.

Things progressed and we engaged in all sorts of activities and positions that we hadn’t tried in years, both oral and vaginal. All of a sudden we realized that it was now past 5:30 and we would have a knock on the door promptly at 6:00. Sharon retreated to the bathroom to "tend to things” as I straightened up the suite. Sure enough came a knock precisely at 6:00. After been around Tori for a few days I didn’t have my hopes up that Kristin would be any sort of a looker.

I opened the door and, wow, was I wrong. Kristin turned out to be a tall blond with her hair pulled back into a pony tail, sparkling blue eyes, a huge smile, and a body that wouldn’t quit. She entered the suite carrying a canvas tote similar to Tori’s, inside of which were two one quart thermoses.

“Come on guys,” she encouraged. “It time for your afternoon coffee! Now, who wants to go first?”

I looked towards Sharon. “Isn't it your turn?” Without saying a word Sharon positioned herself on the table as Kristin readied the enema. A little lubricant in her butt and moments later Kristin was working the colon tube into Sharon. Being the first time that I had witnessed the process I was not only intrigued but getting excited even though we had only had sex an hour previously. Sharon seemed to be enjoying the whole thing as she and Kristin chatted up a storm.

Soon it was time for Sharon to head off to expel and my turn to fill. I positioned myself on the table and Kristin set to work giving me my enema. To kill time I asked her how long she had been doing this and she told me that it was about three years. Moreover, I learned that she and Tori had gone to nursing school together and with two other girls had shared an apartment.

Now I was curious. “So you and Tori learned to give enemas at the same time?” I prodded.

“Yes, and since we lived together, we gave each other more than a few. It was my first experience with them but found that they left me feeling wonderful. I take several a month and give my husband a couple, too.”

“Husband?”

“Yes, we got married last year. Not only that but we’re now expecting and I’m due in November.” I looked around and thought that there might just be the beginnings of a baby bump. Nevertheless, I could only imagine how lucky her husband had to be having sex with Kristin.

With two gorgeous women giving us two coffee enemas a day for several days we did fall into a certain routine, but that is not to imply that these events were in any way boring. I had come to look forward to every knock on our door and to welcome Tori or Kristin in to perform their assigned task. In retrospect I probably had as many enemas during those two weeks as I had had for most of my life. However, all good things must come to an end and on the second Saturday when Tori came in promptly at 7 a.m. Kristin joined her. There was certain sound of remorse in their voices as they noted that we would be leaving later that morning and this would be the goodbye enemas. The enemas weren’t coffee that morning, but we were back to chamomile tea because they wanted something that would be soothing after our two week marathon. Afterwards, we said our goodbyes and they were tearful all the way around—trust me, there was nobody sadder to leave their company than I was.

We got home about 3 p.m. and not having been home for two weeks there was not a thing in the house to eat. Sharon drew up a list and headed out as I did the unpacking. The most prized possession from the getaway was that deluxe enema bag from Tori. It sure did bring back fond memories. We made a quick dinner and sat down in front of the TV, a luxury that we had not had for many days. We talked about the experience and one of the achievements was that I lost 14 pounds. Sharon said I looked better than I had in a several years.

That night I slept like a baby and didn’t wake up until I heard a distinct knocking. I looked at the clock and it said 7 a.m., but the bed was empty. Where was Sharon? Moments later I got the answer to that question because she stood in the doorway to the master bathroom dressed in a set of navy blue scrubs just like Tori and Kristin wore, wearing latex gloves and holding a rectal thermometer in one hand and a tube of KY in the other.

“What the . . .,” I started.

“Is that anyway to greet me?” she replied. “Now be a good boy and just roll over.”

I did what she said and moments later she was bedside, pulled down my pajama bottoms and inserted the thermometer. “Just lie still for a few minutes as this registers,” she advised with a certain authority. This was not a digital thermometer so it took some time, but eventually she removed it.

I was starting to think of what might come next, but much to my surprise she went back into the bathroom and emerged with that new enema bag. “Yes, Wes, it is that time. Why don’t you take those PJ bottoms all the way off because this will be much easier that way.”

I did as I was told and soon had the flexible nozzle stuck up my butt and the enema began. It was a soapy enema, the kind that Sharon most often takes herself. She had made a full two quarts so it took a few minutes for me to fill. Then, just like Tori did, I had to hold it until she removed the nozzle and let me go expel. Once I was able to do so, I thought my gut was about to explode and that expulsion was a most welcome relief.

All the time I was thinking, “OK, Sharon, that sure was a cute touch,” but also concluded that she had found a uniform shop that had the scrubs when she went out grocery shopping. I left the bathroom wearing just the pajama tops because I had taken the bottoms off when she had given me the enema. Upon returning to the bedroom, she had another shock for me because there she was lying on the bed, stark naked, with her legs spread. I stopped in mid stride when I saw her.

Sharon looked at me and said, “So what do you want to do with a naked and willing wife? Are you going to stand there and gawk or are you going to come here and have sex with me?”

My manhood sprang to attention and I got on the bed next to Sharon. Thinking that she might enjoy a gentle fingering as a beginning of foreplay I soon realized from the amount of vaginal wetness that she was well past being really excited. “She had to really gotten off giving me that enema,” I thought as I entered her. If that was the case, it sure worked!

I’ll never be able to thank my employer enough for sending us to that Wellness Institute, but also the wonderful enemas that both Tori and Kristin had given us. Some people have midlife crises, but Sharon and I were lucky enough to have midlife restarts.