We had started out in a teacher/student relationship although we were both in our sixties. We had met through one of those on-line dating sites, but had never really progressed past the friendship phase as we had both met others and become involved with them. I was trying to learn how to play the keyboard and she was an accomplished pianist and agreed to give me some lessons, so that was how our relationship had continued. She would come over to my place and we would practice for an hour or so. We found we got on very well and became close friends, although not lovers. We did fall by the wayside a couple of times, but she felt too guilty as she was still seeing someone. I was single again so I had no such qualms and I found her very enjoyable to be with, and the sex, although brief was very enjoyable. She is a very passionate woman.

One lesson day her car was in the shop for repairs, so I offered to drive over to her house for the lesson.

As it happened I was in her area earlier that expected so I phoned and asked if it would be convenient if I came earlier, which she quickly agreed to and said it would work out better for her too.

When I arrived I badly needed to pee, so I asked her if I could use the washroom as soon as I was in the door.

While I was using the washroom I noticed there was a red bag and hose, complete with a nice sized nozzle attached, hanging over the shower faucet to dry. I have to admit I felt a quick surge of arousal imagining she had fairly recently been giving herself an enema. Pity I wasn't here earlier, I thought.

When I returned to the living room I noticed she was a little flushed and seemed a little uncomfortable. She quickly apologized saying she should have cleaned up the bathroom before I used it, but I caught her a little earlier than she was expecting.

I told her it was no problem and said maybe I should have come earlier and I could have given her a hand. She blushed and sort of laughed and said, I don't think so.

Changing the subject, she asked me how my week had been etc. and then we moved on to the lesson.

Nothing was ever said about that day until a few months later when she had ended her relationship with the guy she had been seeing and we had been sporadically replacing the music lessons with sexual romps during the day.

During one of these sessions we were laying in bed and she turned to me and said, "Do you remember that day when you saw my enema stuff in the bathroom?" I replied that I definitely remember and have thought about it often. She then asked me if I gave myself enemas. I told her I did occasionally but enjoyed giving them to someone else much more. She was a little incredulous and asked me how many women I had given them to and how many had given me enemas.

I was getting very aroused by the conversation and asked her if she would like me to give her an enema. She said "I don't know. I will have to think about that. I think I would be too embarrassed." She wasn't too embarrassed to take my now obvious arousal in her mouth and slowly slide her lips up and down the shaft. Not to be outdone, I scooted around so that I was between her thighs and she lowered her sweet pussy on to my eager mouth and tongue.

I made sure to get some of the moisture we were creating on my fingers and smeared it around her lovely rosebud as I tongued her clit. The response was what I had hoped for, her rosebud tensing and opening as I ran my finger around that lovely little muscle. I only managed to get the tip of my finger inside before she clamped down on it and started to come, her sphincter spasming on my finger as my cock was spasming in her mouth and unloading what was left of come.

We had never actually had anal sex. We were still kind of exploring our desires almost like new lovers. We both had pretty busy lives at the time and our sexual trysts were spontaneous and infrequent. She had been married for a number of years and her husband hadn't been very adventurous during their courtship and marriage. When he had divorced her for a younger woman it had hit her pretty hard and put her off men and sex for a long time. She told me she thought she was unattractive and never bothered to date. I assured her she was very attractive and and could not understand how she could consider herself otherwise. I would complement her all the time, and I think that helped to restore her confidence. The fact that I was constantly trying to seduce her in the early days of our friendship probably didn't hurt either.

I got an inkling of how much her confidence had improved a few weeks later. She asked me if I would mind coming over to her place for a lesson as her daughter had borrowed her car for the weekend. I had no problem with this and told her I would be there at the usual time.

When I arrived she asked me to give her minute as she had to use the bathroom. I said I would take a seat and wait, at which she just smiled. I thought she looked a bit agitated and a bit flushed. I asked if she she was OK and she just smiled and said she was fine. Would I give her a minute, and trotted off to the washroom.

I was tinkling with the piano a few minutes later when I heard her call me. Wondering what was up I followed her voice to the bathroom and when I got there the most beautiful sight greeted me. She was on all fours on a towel on the bathroom floor, her head down and her beautiful bottom in the air. There was a tub of Vasilene on the sink and a full red bag hanging from the shower-curtain rail and the same lovely nozzle attached to the hose.

"Is it OK" she hesitantly asked. Kneeling down behind her and kissing and stroking her lovely behind, I said "It is more than OK. It's wonderful. You have such a beautiful arse."

Her face was flushed, and I wasn't sure if it was because her head was down on the towel on the floor and the blood had rushed to her head. Or if she was a bit embarrassed being seen in this position.

Stroking her bum, I reached over for the Vaseline and opening the tub, took a big glob on my finger. Spreading her cheeks with one hand, I leaned in and planted a kiss on her tight little rosebud, teasing it with my tongue causing her to gasp. As I smeared to Vaseline around that pink lttle muscle she began to moan.

As her sphincter began to relax, it would open slightly and I would increase the pressure of the circles with my finger and slowly eased it inside. This caused some more moaning and my finger sliding deeper inside her as she pushed back on my finger.

Now fully inside her back passage, I turned my finger around, twisting it this way and that and sliding it in and out, making sure she was fully lubricated.

Each time I withdrew my finger, she would push back on it, burying it deep in her ass again.

My cock was so hard by now I was tempted to replace my finger with my cock and fuck her ass right then.

She was obviously enjoying the sensations my finger was creating, but I managed to control myself and finally removing my finger, I reached for the enema nozzle and proceeded to coat that in Vaseline too.

I did note that the nozzle was fairly long, with a substantial flare.

Rubbing the nozzle head against her tight little rosebud, I asked her if she was ready for me to put it in. She Replied "Oh yes please" and I eased the tip slowly into her as she opened up to receive this solid intruder.

She was obviously quite comfortable with this invasion, as the nozzle slipped in quite easily, the flare disappearing as she closed her sphincter around it. I eased it in all the way and asked if it was comfortable.

She raised her head and smiled at me and nodded. "I am going to start the flow now, let me know if you start to cramp. I told her as I released the clamp and allowed the warm soapy water to flow deep into her bowels.

I sat down beside her on the floor and stroked her back as she turned her head and kissed me.

Slipping one hand beneath her, I gently fondled her breasts, pulling on her turgid nipples. This elicited another moan from her and a tongue searching for mine and fencing with it.

When the cramps began to hit her, I clamped the flow off and had her roll over on to her side and began to softly massage her stomach.

By this time her belly was becoming quite distended, but my massaging seemed to have the desired effect and the cramps passed.

She only had about a quarter of the bag to go, so I opened the clamp again and she rolled over onto her other side to take the rest. I continued to massage her belly as the last of the bag drained inside her.

Clamping off once again I eased the nozzle out of her full rectum and tucked a couple of sheets of toilet paper between her cheeks.

We continued to lay there on the towels and I kissed and stroked her, leaning down to cup her breasts in my hands and sucking her nipples.

This caused my now soft cock to stir again and she moaned as she rubbed against my pants and felt it stir.

I wasn't sure how she felt about having an orgasm while she was full, so I asked her if she was ready to release yet, and she replied that she probably should, but she would need privacy to expel.

I had no problem with that and helped her to her feet and over to the toilet.

She asked me to go sit on the couch until she was finished, so I left her to it and closed the bathroom door and headed to the couch.