One year ago I invited Viviana, a long time friend to dine out. Recently divorced, her husband left her with no warning after 12 years of marriage. Since I've known her, I have secretly desired her, admiring her blond hair and sweet face, but she was never free. She is a brilliant entrepreneur, having started all by herself a 5 star plus hotel in a remote part of Patagonia. I wanted to talk about her plans and see if I could help her straighten up her life post the big cataclysm. After a good dinner we talked until the wee hours of the morning and parted with an unexpected kiss and a promise to see each other again on the weekend.

On Saturday night I invited her to a small cute hotel on the outskirts of the city. We had dinner, plenty of very good wine, and ended making the best love I have experienced. She was totally uninhibited, willing to give and take pleasure. Vivi loved experimenting and was never ashamed of trying new ways of making love. She loved all sort of anal pleasures, and would come just by stroking with a finger or my penis.

As we talked and learned to trust each other, she mentioned a few times her constipation problem. Since her adulthood, she had to take laxatives every week. This was new to me, no girlfriend had ever mentioned this problem before. I left her home and we talked on the phone every day looking forward to our next time together.

Browsing the internet I learned that many people enjoy enemas as part of lovemaking. New to this art, I was intrigued, and decided to give it a try. I bought a complete double equipment, including nozzles of different shapes and sizes. I also learned about mixes that go into the enema, and purchased the ingredients.

We agreed to depart alone in my yacht and love each other non stop for the whole weekend. I picked her up on Friday afternoon, and as we laughed and talked she seemed very eager to reach our love spot. We boarded the boat and I weighed anchor. As some privacy was all we needed, after just half an hour I anchored beside a beach on a small uninhabited island. As I offered to cook some dinner, she expressed disappointment, eager to jump into bed immediately. With a big laugh I told her she must be patient and wait. I cooked a light and quick dinner, and uncorked a first rate Malbec wine from Argentina. As I sipped my drink I felt a warm sensation creeping up inside me, eager in expectation. I then prepared chamomile tea in a large pan and went to the bathroom and secretly prepared 12 lts of the mix in a transparent bucket. Two liters of tea, another 2 litters of extra virgin olive oil, a whole bottle of very expensive Malbec from Mendoza and then filled it up with hot mineral water.

As we finished we both rushed to my cabin. I turned on some classical music and we embraced and had a long, hot, wet kiss. I undressed her standing up, and thought ways to break the news. But the wine clouded my imagination, and I just blurted out that she was getting an enema before lovemaking. She looked up in surprise, and immediately retorted a loud, "No! Don't even think about it. I have never had an enema and never will."

I was taken aback after all the preparations, but could see she was intrigued and excited. Her heart was racing with expectation. I embraced and kissed her, and explained how much I loved her and that she would enjoy my work and attention very much. I also told her that it would solve her constipation problem and that she would feel wonderfully relieved after it.

I put her in bed and tied her hands behind her back, using soft and long leather straps so she could move her hands and hold them on each side of her body, but could not untie them. She closed her eyes and sighed with pleasure. I then told her that her constipation problems could be due to her intestinal flora, and offered to share mine with her. She smiled and purred a delighted yes. I brought a 4 liter brand new enema bag and hung it very low, less than a foot over our bodies, to go long and slow. With a jug I filled the bag from the preparation in the bucket, and connected the tubing. I had purchased a T connection and plugged 3 wide rubber tubes into it. One connected to the bag with the water, and the others each ended with an inflatable nozzle.

Vivi was lying on the bed face down. Her rapid respiration showed her excitement and expectation. I put the nozzles into a glass full of olive oil, and also wet my finger in it. I then smeared olive oil on her beautiful, soft, light brown bud. She squirmed with pleasure as I put my cold finger on her, and lifted her buttocks folding her legs in anticipation.

When I put pressure she closed up, then slowly yielded and my finger entered her. I lubricated the insides of her anus, slowly took my finger out as she shuddered with delight, wet my finger again and continued preparing her. I then slowly inserted one nozzle into her and the other into me, and inflated both. I then noticed I had only one clamp, so I could only close the tube that ended in the bag. I opened it up, and she smiled with pleasure as she felt the warm water inside of her. I massaged her back, her lower spine, then very lightly her buttocks. I asked how she felt, and the response was a soft moan of pleasure. Her respiration got quicker and shorter, and as I massaged her legs I noticed wetness building between her legs. Then she began to moan, her muscles tightened and she had an enormous orgasm. She let go her pressure on her anus, but the inflatable nozzle prevented water coming out of her. Her tight round ass looked beautiful with the black tube coming out of it. I then lay beside her, embraced and let water enter me also.

As she filled up she let out a small cry of pleasure as a cramp began building inside. As the tube connected us both her water entered into me, and then rushed back as it was my turn to have a cramp. I heard a sucking sound as the bag emptied its 4 liters into us. We lay embraced for a while as the wine made us pleasantly dizzy. I then turned her over, put a pillow under her buttocks to keep her comfortable with her hands still tied behind her back, and began sucking her large full breasts. I massaged her full belly in a counterclockwise motion, to get the water into the inner recesses of the body. When she cramped the open tube let some water out and into me relieving the pressure, so she was able to keep the enema for some time without major discomfort.

After about half an hour I closed the clamp, unplugged the tubing from the bag, helped her get up and took her to the bathroom. I sat her on the toilet and she was surprised that nothing was coming out as she had a big cramp. I instructed her to sit in the front of the seat, and lay back as I put a pillow behind her back. She opened her eyes and smiled in pleasure at me thanking my attentions. I then told her not to push everything out immediately, but to hold it with her anus. As pressure builds up she should release some water slowly, and then close up until needed. I began to get nervous as I also needed to go with a busy toilet. I release the air from her inflatable nozzle and it slipped out.

She mentioned that she could not believe the exquisite pleasure she was getting by squirting the water out. She opened her eyes with surprise as water suddenly stopped exiting. She sat upright and pushed down, and there was a splash and explosion as a large, hard piece exited. There were some more explosions and a couple of farts as she was relieved of most of the hard solids that filled her up. I made her stand and immediately sat for my much needed and delayed release. She locked her eyes with me as she laughed and mentioned how sweet of us to mix all our matter, and that she had never been so intimate with any person before. I then wiped her clean, wiped myself, drained the toilet and took her back to the bed.

I filled the large bag again out of the bucket. I untied her hands and again proceeded to insert both our nozzles. By her look I could see she was already hooked on the experience. I opened the clamp and we both moaned as the water began to enter us. After a while the bag emptied with a slurp, and I closed the clamp. I then gave her a big kiss on her lips and her face, and then kissed her neck. I then took one of her breast in my mouth and she trembled with pleasure. We both laughed as we began to exchange loving flushes of water back and forth from her intestines to mine, by taking turns to put pressure on our tummy muscles.

My penis by then was as hard as a rock. I moved down, the long tubing allowed some freedom of movement, kissed her swollen tummy, her soft mound and finally reached her aching clit. I took it into my mouth and then moved my tongue to her lips and up and down her slit. My tongue slipped into her hole and I tasted her sweet juices. Vivi began to squirm and moan with pleasure as she neared ecstasy, and then couldn't stop crying as she suddenly exploded into the strongest and longest orgasm she has ever had. Once again the inflated balloon in her nozzle prevented the bed becoming an ocean as she released her muscles. Vivi later told me that having her intestines full of water make her orgasms much more strong and pleasurable, as she feels warm waves rising from the back of her tummy into all her body.

I then entered her and we made love with the equipment still between our buttocks. I felt strange as I moved back and forth, with water audibly swishing inside me. She came again and then I had my explosion, with was also very different from my regular orgasms. We lay in bed for a few moments, I unplugged the bag and escorted her to the bathroom. I made her sit in front of the toilet, practically lying back into the pillow. I put my hand between her legs, took the air out of her nozzle and let it slip out. As it fell into the toilet I noticed that water from my intestines was pushing through the tubes and going out of her now free nozzle. She again began to squirt brown water as the pressure built up, holding it when it subsided. The smile on her face as she looked into my eyes showed how she was enjoying this new experience, and she reached out an hugged and kissed me.

We then crawled back to bed and slept for more than 10 hours straight. Next morning she felt wonderfully light and free from her heavy feeling in her tummy. She was free from constipation for the first time in more than a decade, and it felt wonderful. We made love in bed, on deck and in the water on Saturday. At night she asked to be in charge of the enemas, and she tied my hands behind my back. The sensation of lack of control and being dominated was an experience new to me. After she untied me and while receiving an enema I moved down to kiss her clit. I noticed she had an OB inserted, so I pulled it out without asking for permission. Her period had begun. I was so excited that I performed oral sex on her anyway. I had never done this before, and it was a first for Vivi also. She came with a shuddering explosion that threw her come into my face. As I faced her she kissed and hugged me and cried with emotion. I then took her to the bathroom and we both expelled.

On Sunday she woke with a light fever of nearly 100 and diarrhea, so we returned to port and I took her home. Her doctor could find nothing wrong in her, so he decided it was something she had eaten. The temperature and runs subsided on Wednesday, and I invited her out to dinner at the best restaurant in town. Talking about our experience we realized that the fever was a reaction of her defenses to my bacteria, strange to her body. Once she god accustomed to them, everything returned to normal.

Vivi has very seldom had constipation since. It helps that we get together at least once a week and our schedule usually includes enemas. But she has gone without enemas for 3 and a half weeks while I was away on a business trip and constipation did not reappear. So we believe the new set intestinal flora did its job. She also feel much better without her chronic constipation. She had constant headaches in the past, which are gone. And she loves not feeling the permanent sensation of heavy fullness in her tummy. Additionally she does not miss the laxatives with the runs they brought, the irritation as she expelled and having to stay at home when she took a dose. Vivi also experiences a sensation of euphoria a few hours after each enema session, which of course she loves. For me, it's the best sex I have ever had and I am totally in love with an intelligent and beautiful woman. We are moving in together next month, and plan to marry someday.