Good Wife University (GWU)
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Chapter Twenty -- Sweet Liberty


Bernadette, a new graduate of GWU, dropped Darlene off in
front of a townhouse that was half way down a cul-de-sac.  Three
kids immediately exploded out of the door yelling, "Mommy!"  Her
two oldest were calmer and managed to walk out to greet their
mother in a more dignified manner.

"Where's dad?" Darlene asked.

"He's fixing dinner.  We're bar-b-qing," David, her 8-year-old
informed her.

"You know dad," Jennifer explained.  "He never uses enough
charcoal lighter and ends up blowing on the coals for an hour to
try to get them hot enough to cook."

"Now that sounds familiar," Darlene laughed, beginning to herd
her brood toward the entrance.  "Think we'll be able to eat
before dark?  And how long have you been here?"

"About an hour," Donald, her manly 11-year-old told her.

"So what can I do to help with supper?"

"Nothing," Jennifer replied.  "Everything's ready except
the burgers.  The fridge is full of stuff that's already made,
potato salad, cole slaw, baked beans, even a cheesecake for
dessert.  And there's lettuce and sandwich meat, stuff for
breakfast, you name it.  It's kind of neat.  And you look..
really good."

"Good?"

"Yeah," Jennifer told her mother, giving her a once over.  "Like
you lost weight or something and, well, you just look good."

"Thanks," Darlene replied, pleased.

"Hi, sexy," Dwayne called, still fanning briquettes with a
paper plate.  A few of them were finally glowing.  "You look
great."

"So I was told," she laughed, grinning at her oldest daughter.

"Will you hurry?" Jennifer complained.  "We want to go to
the beach."

Dwayne went ahead and threw hamburgers onto the grill. 
Dripping fat caught fire and helped with the charcoal.  Before
long, burgers were well charred and the kids were served. 
Remembering her lessons, Darlene chose a small one that was well
cooked and piled on lettuce, tomatoes, and pickles rather than
cheese and she munched on a green salad rather than the potato
salad.  She ate slowly while the kids gobbled their food.  Dwayne
had finished two burgers before she threw the last bite of hers
away.

Dwayne had lost some weight, too.  She worried that he
wasn't eating right while she was away but didn't say anything. 
Most of his beer gut was gone.  He looked pretty good, not
emaciated.

They still had over an hour of daylight when the last paper
plate was deposited in the trash.  The townhouse's garage
contained a collection of bicycles for transportation including
two with child seats, one a mountain bike and the other a tandem. 
There were helmets for everyone.

Jennifer, Donald, and David raced ahead.  "I guess you have to
be up front," Dwayne commented, looking at the tandem bicycle
after securing little Crystal in the child seat.  "The guy who
opened up for us said that the stronger and taller rides in the
back so he can see over the shorter driver.  It puts me closer to
the drive wheel, too."

"You just want to look at my butt," Darlene teased.  Then
she realized what she had said and blushed.

"You're right," Dwayne agreed, counter-teasing.  It took a
little practice and coordination to get moving since neither of
them had ever ridden a tandem bicycle before, but 'a bicycle
built for two' seemed romantic, just right for the trip, even if
they had to ride slow so that their six-year-old, Katy, could
keep up.

Darlene was scared to death of what came next as they locked
the bicycles and joined the rest of the kids who were under
strict orders to wait for their parents before going near the
water.  She had to strip down to a bathing suit in public, one
that she picked to tantalize her husband.  But Darlene still felt
fat.

"Wow," Dwayne whistled.  "You haven't looked this good since
high school.  Maybe not even then.  Are you..?  You're not
starving yourself or anything, are you?  I mean, you
look.. terrific.  Wow."

She had picked a one piece suit that was cut high on the
sides, had a wide support band around her belly, and had an
underwired halter-style top.  She was conscious that it only
looked good when she sucked in her tummy, but thanks to lots of
sit-ups and crunches, she now held in her stomach almost
continuously, even back at the school.

She saw that Jennifer definitely needed a new suit.  Her
suit squashed her budding breasts but barely covered them. 
Actually, it would probably fit Katy.

The whole family frolicked in the rolling waves for an hour
and stayed to watch the sunset, then hurried back before darkness
set in.  After everyone showered under the outside shower to
remove sand and dirt, they put the younger kids to bed and let
Jennifer and Donald stay up to watch cable TV.  Cable was a
luxury they couldn't afford at home.  "Don't stay up too late,"
Darlene told them.  "Your dad and I are going to bed."

Once they were safely in the master bedroom with its private
bath, Darlene pumped up her courage, telling her husband, "Do you
know what I've done in school?  Prepared my butt for your cock. 
Tonight, I want you to fuck me in the ass, stud."

"You're serious," he realized aloud, taking his wife in his
arms and kissing her passionately for a while before stripping
the still damp suit down her body.  "But I want to feast on you
for awhile," he grinned, reaching down to gently stroke her
pussy.

"Well I want to do this right so I have to make a stop in
the bathroom first," she told him, pushing him away.  "In my mind
I had already gotten ready but realities bite again."

"You already showered outside," he reminded her.  "You're clean
as a whistle."

"Outside."

"Oh," he said, raising his eyebrows and smiling in understanding.

"I'll just be a minute," she said, running inside and locking
the door with a loud 'click'.  There was no graceful way to use
the prepackaged Fleet enema.  She ended up bent grotesquely with
one foot on the toilet seat and the other on the floor with her
hands between her legs to insert the little nozzle and squeeze
the flexible plastic reservoir until it was empty.

"Are you all right?" Dwayne asked from just outside the door.

"Yes."

"Can I come in?" he begged softly.

"This isn't pretty," she told him through the locked door. 
"And it's kind of humiliating."

"I love you even when you're full of shit," he chuckled softly
and was rewarded by the 'click' of the lock being released.  He
stepped inside to find his wife standing, waiting.

"I kind of like feeling full of shit, mother fucker," she
hissed at him with her buttocks clenched.

"You look fantastic," he said again as he leaned down to suck
on her nipples until they throbbed and ached before trailing
his tongue down her body to lick between her pussy lips. 
"Taste pretty good, too," he teased, licking around her vaginal
opening where the nerves were most sensitive.

"You'd better be careful or I'll shit all over you."

"Promises, promises," he laughed just before she pushed him out
of the way and plopped onto the toilet to release the first
of the liquid from her rectum in short squirts.  Then, her
stomach grumbling loudly, she squirted the rest into the bowl.

"This is embarrassing," she blushed.

"It turns me on," Dwayne told her, adding, "Everything about
you turns me on.  Even this.  What now?"

"That one broke up turds and cleaned me out kind of like
rinsing dishes," she told him shyly.  "I need one more to be sure
I'm nice and clean.  They say some guys like a little shit or
butting up against a soft turd but I want to be clean, at least
this time."

"I'll go along with that," Dwayne smiled, realizing that she
was telling him that anal sex might become a regular part of
their sexual repertoire.  "Can I do the next one?"

"OK," she answered, blushing again.  "How do you want me?"

"Any way I can get you."

"I mean what position do you want me in?

"You tell me," he chuckled.  "I've never done this before."

"Neither had I unless you count getting a couple of enemas when
I was constipated as a kid," Darlene told him, kneeling on the
mat beside the tub and bending forward to present her freshly
wiped bottom to her husband.  "And I never thought about an enema
being erotic.  But at school, one time they made us hold it in
until we had an orgasm.  I thought I was going to die.  My
stomach kept cramping up and my intestines grumbled but the
tension, you know, squeezing my butt closed, that tension
made.. ah, yes, it made it so powerful.  It was.. yeah, squeeze
gently.  Not too fast or I'll cramp up.  It was memorable."

"Memorable is good," he chuckled as she knelt up and turned
to face him.  "Lay down."

"No!" Darlene gasped.  "I.. I couldn't hold it when I came and
I squirted..  No, Dwayne.  Oh, gawd, NO!"

He had laid her on the bath mat and dove between her legs,
feeling the cold tile on his bare belly and thighs.  The
bathroom was small.  Not much room.  One of Darlene's knees
rested against the side of the tub, the other touched the toilet. 
Dwayne's legs extended out the open bathroom door.  He had his
arms wrapped around her thighs, holding on as she struggled.

"No!" Darlene gasped, feeling an intestine spasm.  "Please,
Dwayne, oh no, lover, oh."

"I'll stop if you truthfully tell me this isn't turning you
on."

"Oh, gawd, Dwayne, I.." she grimaced.

"That's what I thought," he snickered, again lowering his mouth
to her pussy lips.  Dwayne quickly realized that the tension
of clenched muscles added a new dimension to the cunnilingus. 
He was determined to exploit that tension for her pleasure even
if he had to mop brown liquid from the floor.  His logical
mind doubted even that, remembering that she had pre-washed
her insides with the first enema.

It seemed that every muscle was already tensed to the
breaking point but Dwayne's oral stimulation kept pushing that
point farther and farther.  Darlene felt she couldn't possibly
keep squeezing, her conscious mind willing her butt muscles to
keep her from messing the bathroom and further humiliating
herself and possibly destroying a wonderful weekend.  No one had
ever told her that pussy nerves could bypass the conscious mind,
especially when a loving husband's tongue is stimulating those
nerves, so the orgasm snuck up on her.  Every muscle in her body
was wound tight, especially those around her pelvis.  Instead of
bucking and crying out, the outward sign of her orgasm was that
her body actually vibrated with the intensity.

It was a different kind of orgasm because she still had to
keep her bottom clenched closed.  She knew she had squirted some
of her bowel contents out and probably soiled her husband. 
She couldn't move because of her fear that she would lose all
control and flood the tiled floor.  She couldn't even speak.  But
she screamed, "Please, no!" when he picked her up.

And deposited her bottom onto the toilet ring.  She
voided instantly, a half-quart of liquid blasting out as if her
bottom had burst from too much pressure.  She was crying, the
intensity of the orgasm followed seconds later by relief from
tension and..  Darlene became aware of herself.  The muscles
around her anus were completely relaxed and nothing was coming
out.  Nothing could come out.  There was nothing left in there. 
The devilish staff at GWU.  They knew.  That's why they made the
poor students eat each other to orgasm while they were full of
soapy..  That's why it was so easy to get the dildos..  They
planned..

It was like the Lamaze natural childbirth classes, tense and
hold, then relax.  And like the relaxation and self-hypnosis
classes the staff taught her in the GWU classes.  Except that
none of them realized that holding in an enema through an
orgasm was a sure way to relax those muscles that needed to relax
in order to comfortably take a cock up their butt holes.

While her mind raced through a replay of what happened in the
old school buildings, Dwayne warmed the shower.  He pulled his
wife to her feet and guided her into the tub and under the spray.
They playfully washed each other, then danced back to the
bed where Dwayne pushed her back on the bed and began to eat
her again.

"Oh, no, Oh, yes," Darlene groaned, rocking her groin up
to receive his oral ministrations.  "But wait," she
panted, regaining enough composure to remember what she wanted so
much to do.  "I left the Vaseline in the bathroom.  Grease up a
finger and do my bottom.  That gets me hot and it'll get me ready
for you again."

"Don't move," Dwayne ordered, jumping up, his hard-on waving
in front of him as he ran to the bathroom to get the lubricant. 
The jar of petroleum jelly fell on the floor.  Dwayne snatched it
up and was kneeling beside the bed in a flash, lovingly lubing
his wife's little puckered shit hole and spending several
minutes inserting his middle finger one knuckle at a time,
then withdrawing before going on.

Encouraged by Darlene's chants of, "ah, yes!" Dwayne
gently started a sawing motion with his finger as his tongue
again moved between her puffy pussy lips.  He was delighted when
he looked up and saw his wife squeezing her breasts and pinching
her nipples.  It seemed completely natural to straighten his
index finger and tease her vaginal opening rather than just
curling that finger out of the way, which seemed a terrible
waste, especially when he received an, "ah, Yes, lover!  Oh,
that's so..."

She bucked her hips so fast that it seems she was vibrating
again when this orgasm came.  And it took far longer than usual
for her batteries to run down and leave her limp, a subhuman
puddle in the rumpled sheets that panted like a dog. 
"I'm.. supposed.. to be.. pleasing.. you."

"You couldn't do anything more pleasing," he grinned, laying
down next to her.

"Me?  What?  I don't get it."

"Call it 'the Christmas spirit'," he told her, nuzzling her
chin with his nose.  "Better to give than receive.  I can't think
of anything I like more than making you totally out of control
like that.  It's great for my ego.  I enjoy every orgasm you
have."

"Me, too," she said dreamily, her brain high on endorphins. 
"But when are ya gonna fuck my ass?"

"When we're both ready," he answered, cuddling with his wife.

Darlene felt her brain cells start to reconnect and her breathing
slowed so she just sounded a little out of breath.  "I don't
think that came out right," she said.

"What?" Dwayne asked, confused.

"What I said."

"Oh," he laughed.  "I thought you meant the enema or my finger."

"No, the other thing.  The 'me too' thing."  She wanted to
think of some comical snappy comeback but nerve cell synapses
still failed to fire correctly.  'Damned endorphins,' Darlene
cursed mentally.  "What I meant was that I like it when you
have..  When you shoot your wad because of me.  It's like, well,
a big part of what being married is all about."

"You mean I can't fantasize about doing Michelle Pfeiffer?"

"Sure, as long as you pop off in or on me," Darlene giggled. 
"Do you have a thing for Michelle Pfeiffer?"

"Among others."

"Like who?"

"Somebody who begged for a butt fucking."

"I'm ready.  How about you?"

"I'm ready, willing, and able, ma'am," he said, saluting her. 
"And so is my midshipman."

"Is that what that is?"

"So how do we go about this?"

"There are lots of ways but I want to watch this time,"
Darlene said, sitting up on the bed and piling the pillows in the
middle.  "So you kneel down there and let me get into position. 
Still got the Vaseline?"  She leaned her back against the pillows
with her bottom positioned just over the edge of the bed.  A
month earlier she couldn't have pulled her legs back far enough
to make the position work but she was now flexible enough to put
her elbows behind her knees to keep her body folded in half. 
"See anything down there that you like?"

"Everything I see down here I like."  He stroked her pussy
hair and belly lovingly, then trailed his fingertips up the
insides of her legs, raising goose bumps and making her shiver in
delight.  But now he was growing impatient, the ache of 'blue
balls' in his groin reminding him of how long he had been erect
and ready without cleaning out his pipes.  The gentle caresses
ended as his left thumb circled her clit and his fingers held
pussy lips open so his right hand could guide his cock into her.

"That's not my asshole, bubba," Darlene teased.

"I thought maybe you'd like this as a preliminary."

"It's nice but if you keep it up too long, I'm liable to tense
up and it'll be harder."

"I don't think this thing can get any harder."

"Well pop it in my poop chute and let's see."

"So you want it here?"

"Yes, but grease it up first."

"What?" Dwayne asked mischievously, "This or this," first
holding up his hard cock and then touching Darlene's anus.

"Yes, that _AND_ that," she laughed.  "Both."

"Next time I'll bring my grease gun."

Her body twitched with excitement.  The thought was so nasty,
the idea of her husband putting a mechanical grease gun in
her bottom, of injecting her with...

"That might be faster but you're not working out of a flat
rate manual now," Darlene reminded her mechanic husband.

"You mean I won't get paid?"

"You'll get docked if you don't get to work."

"Yez, ma'am," he said, pushing a glob of jell up his wife's
bottom with his middle finger.  He dipped three fingers into
the jar and spread the clear grease over the head of his prick. 
Then he wrapped his pole in a fist and stroked a few times to
spread it evenly before he took aim at his target.

Darlene watched.  She liked his cock.  She strained, crunching
her abdominal muscles to try to tilt her bottom up enough that
she could see him enter her but women just aren't built that way. 
But when she felt his cockhead press into her bottom, she
pushed out 'like you're trying to shit out a turd,' as Clarice
and Lucy had taught her.  Her bottom opened up to her husband's
substantial cock.  When he slid inside, she felt no pain at all.

"I don't want to hurt you," he told her seriously, stopping
when only the head of his prick was beyond her sphincter.

"Believe me, stud, it doesn't hurt.  And it's much nicer than
a rubber dick.  I feel so nice and full."

"Play with yourself," Dwayne growled as he eased in, amazed at
how tight she was, at how much pressure encased his prick, at
the slight burning sensation that stroking in and out caused.

"But I've already come twice."

"I like to see you play with yourself," he told her through
clenched teeth.

"And you like to watch me come, you pre-vert," Darlene giggled. 
She was enjoying herself, willing her body to relax so there
would be no pain.  And there wasn't.  But she wasn't
particularly turned on and didn't feel the need or desire for
another orgasm.  This was for her husband, after all.

"Damned right I like to watch," he groaned, closing his eyes so
he didn't even see her lightly caress her nipples just before
he blasted squirts of semen up into her colon.