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We were lucky enough to have a retired nurse living across the street.

As my young wife had constipation problems, her doctor recommended occasional enemas as needed when she couldn’t potty.

My wife knew the nurse and called her telling her of the constipation problems and asked if she would teach me how to get her enemas correctly.

The nurse agreed and came over to our house the next day. We sat around the kitchen table sipping coffee and my wife gave her a full explanation of her problem. The nurse asked a few questions about the frequency of her constipation, if she had been taking enemas; her experience with them.

Amy answered each question thoughtfully and said that the nurse at her doctor’s office had given her a series of three enemas during her last office visit and that she felt 100 percent better when she left.

Then the nurse asked if we had any enema equipment.

My wife went to the linen closet and came back with our red combination bag and the usual nozzles. The nurse agreed that the bag would get her started and asked me if I knew anything about enemas.

I admitted that I had gotten a few enemas as a child, and with a red face, admitted I was curious about administrating to my wife.

She chuckled and said that was fairly normal and to not be embarrassed. Then she asked my wife when she wanted to get started. My wife, already needing to poop, told her this morning if she had time.

The nurse said ok and that she would need to get a few things from her house and that she would be back in a half hour. She then told my wife to get comfortable and to spread a couple of thick towels on our bed.

With that, she left and my wife and I went into our bedroom where I helped and watched as my wife stripped and spread two towels on our bed.

My wife then donned her house coat and turned and looked at me. I couldn’t help grinning like a Cheshire Cat when my wife spoke.

“You’re really going to enjoy this, aren’t you? You, watching our neighbor playing with my butt and poking nozzles up my ass.”

I spoke for the first time, “Well, yeah. Your body is the sexiest thing in the world to me and you know I love playing with your bootie during our sex sessions, and I know you like that because you say it feels good and you ask me to wiggle my finger in your rectum.”

My wife responded with a big grin and a red face and said, “You’re right I love the ass play but please don’t let our neighbor lady know we are anal kinky. She might refuse to help us.”

Those words were just out of my wife’s mouth when we heard a knock at the door and our nurse saying, “Hello, anybody home?”

I left my wife in the bedroom and went to the door to greet Ann, the nurse. She had a IV stand and large bag with her that seemed to be fairly full.

I commented on her full bag and she said that there was various aspects to enema administration that she wanted to share and explain even if we didn’t use them.

I told her that Amy was in the bedroom waiting. When we got to the bedroom, Amy stood and hugged Ann and asked her if she was sure she didn’t mind teaching me how to properly give her enemas.

Nurse Ann said, “Heavens no. I’ve given scores of enemas to men and women young and old and I’ve assisted many young nurses who were nervous the first few times they had to give a bottle enema or a high enema with a long colon tube.”

“Colon tube? What’s that?” my wife asked. Nurse Ann said that she had brought one with her in case Amy needed it depending on how constipated she was and a few other things she would explain.

Ann turned to her bag and emptied it out on the end of our bed. When she did, our eyes kind of popped out of our heads.

In addition to a rubber apron, there were two clear plastic enema bags of different sizes, a metal enema can, several tubes of lubricants, a box of exam gloves, bottles of soaps and at least a half dozen nozzles and several colon tubes of varying sizes, including diameter and length.

My wife closed her gaping mouth and asked, “It takes all of that stuff to give me an enema?” Nurse Ann chuckled and told my wife, “No,” that there were different types of enemas depending on patient needs and she just wanted us to be aware of the options in case she ever needed a different type enema for her condition.

Nurse Ann handled each item telling us what it was, what it was used for and sometimes she related a brief story about the times and situations she had used the more exotic and erotic ones.

As she when along, I felt my dick getting hard and my wife’s red cheeks told me she was getting sexually aroused listening and watching Nurse Ann handle, almost fondling, each nozzle and colon tube.

Coming to the end of her collection, Ann looked at my wife and asked if she was ready to get started. Amy nodded and said, “I hope you will be gentle we me. My little bottom is tender and rectum is rather small, according to my gynecologist during my annual well woman exam.”

Nurse Ann smiled sweetly reassuring my wife that she would be “baby gentle” and not to worry but to relax, take slow deep breaths and let her do what she had done for 30 years in hospitals and doctor clinics for countless ladies of all sizes, shapes and races without one complaint of discomfort.

Amy smiled back and nodded approval.

“So, let’s get started. I’m going in the bathroom to wash my hands and put on my exam gloves. “When I come back, I want to do a brief rectal exam to see how impacted you are, show your husband how to do it and know which nozzle we should start with.

“If you would, lie down on your left side with your right leg folded up to your breast. You can keep your robe on for modesty if you like.”

The nurse disappeared into the bathroom and I looked at my wife who spoke first. She said she didn’t see any reason to keep her robe on as Ann was going to have her fingers up her ass while she was lying in a position that displayed her labia and pubic hair. Then she said, “You know I’m probably going to get wet while she’s examining me and I’m embarrassed to say that I will probably enjoy the sensations.”

I simply nodded and told my wife not to worry that I was sure Ann had seen it all and she had probably seen many dicks go from embarrassingly limp to raging hardons as she examined her male patients.

Amy nodded agreement and let her thin robe fall off her shoulders and handed it to me as she turned to look at herself in our dresser mirror. When she saw her reflection, she cupped and squeezed her breasts and pinched her hardening nipples before reaching down and grabbing a handful of her ample red pubic hair.

She smiled at me knowing I was loving her fondling herself before she took her position on the towels with her butt shining.

Not being able to help myself, I moved around to the side of the bed giving my wife a few gentle pats on her shapely hips as Ann appeared out of the bathroom with gloves on.

She smiled and said, “That’s what I like to see - a loving couple willing to help their mate no matter what.”

I smiled back as Ann motioned to me to take a seat on the foot of the bed where I would have a clear view of what she was going to do.

As I sat down, Ann gently touched my wife’s hip and explained to us both that she was going to start with a visual inspection of my wife’s anus and perineum before lubing her for the internal portion of the exam.

I watched fascinated as Ann gripped my wife’s hips spreading them extra wide at the top of her crack and then moving her thumbs down her crack toward her anus and perineum.

I had a perfect view as Ann pressed on Amy’s perineum in several places with an index finger and asking if Amy had any pain in that area.

My wife responded with a muffled answer, “No,” as Ann moved her thumbs up a little to widen her view of Amy’s pink crinkled anus skin.

I always thought Amy had a beautiful anus and I enjoyed tonguing and kissing it during many of our lovemaking sessions.

Nurse Ann told my wife that everything looked normal that she didn’t have any hemorrhoids and she would proceed with her internal exam.

I could see a little moisture on my wife’s labia as Ann released Amy’s hips and reached for her tube of K-Y which I noticed was only half full. I imagined that our nurse used it for her own pleasure and needed lubrication when she self-administered enemas at home. It was then that I felt my dick hardening again.

Uncapping the lube Ann reached for my wife’s hips again taking aim with the lubricant when she stopped and asked Amy if she minded holding her hips open.

Without answering, Amy reached back with both hands and spread her hips even further than our nurse had.

Ann spoke telling my wife that the lube would feel a little cold at first but not to be shocked. Amy answered that she expected it would and she was ready.

Then Ann squirted a healthy glob of the gel on Amy’s asshole as Amy said, “Wee, that is cold.” Our nurse smiled and winked at me as she reached her index finger for the now glistening anus and rubbed the lube all around Amy’s crinkled skin before slowly penetrating my wife.

Amy moaned at the intrusion and the nurse said she was going slow and being as gentle as possible.

Then Amy spoke, “You’re not hurting me, I was just responding to the sensation. I didn’t mean to make a sound.”

Nurse Ann responded with her now familiar chuckle saying that most of her patients did the same and it was perfectly normal. Then Ann said, “Just relax your bottom and take slow deep breaths while I examine your rectum and sphincter muscles and feel for any hard stool.”

I noticed Amy’s whole body relax into the bed as she kept her hips spread wide and Nurse Ann gently dug deep into my wife’s behind slowly moving her finger all around.

In a few moments, Amy released her spreading and simply clutched her hips tightly. I was aware of my hard erection as I watched my wife grip her ample white hips, release them and renew her grip as her fingernails dug into the soft flesh.

Nurse Ann noticed and moved her free hand to touch the top of my wife’s hand patting it saying she was almost through with the internal.

My wife spoke, “It’s okay. It’s such an unusual sensation. My gynecologist isn’t as thorough as you, Miss Ann. Thank you.”

The nurse slowly removed her finger halfway before replunging deeply into Amy’s rectum, twisted her finger left and right for a few seconds before fully retracting her gloved finger.

As Ann peeled the soiled glove off her hand, she said she had felt some fairly solid stool and she said that Amy would feel much better after a series of warm soapy enemas.

In a questioning tone, Amy repeated her nurse, “A series? You mean more than one?”

Quick to reply, Nurse Ann said, “Yes, dear. You have a lot of firm stool in your bowel and up in your colon.

“The series will help clear your elimination system completely and Mike will get the opportunity to learn how to give your enemas effectively and for your comfort. Just think how good you will feel when you are completely empty.”

Amy nodded understanding and agreement to the treatment she was facing.

“Besides that I can help you into different positions that will help your enemas be more effective,” the nurse explained.

“There are different positions?” asked Amy.

“Yes, dearie,” especially when someone is as impacted as you seem to be. Personally, I feel like I’ve been to a hot yoga class when I need a series and have someone to help me.”

That revelation from Ann surprised both of us, and I began to think our nurse was more into enemas than just as a nurse.

Following what was just revealed, Amy asked, “So you understand my constipation situation and can sympathize with me in more than a nurse-patient relationship?”

“You are absolutely correct,” said Nurse Ann, “and, in fact, I may have to call you sometime to return the favor and help me if you are willing.”

Knowing my wife as I do, I knew immediately that she would be not only willing but anxious to help Ann with her enemas as Amy was anally erotic and had told that she had always been gay curious about other women!

As she did, she placed her clean gloved hand on my wife’s back and said, “If you don’t mind, I want Mike to glove up and examine you while I watch. He’s going to have to lube you before your enemas and I want to be sure he’s doing it correctly.”

Without hesitation my wife agreed telling the nurse to watch me closely and laughed. I nodded to Ann and headed for the bathroom basin and the box of exam gloves Ann had left.

Returning to the bedroom, I saw Nurse Ann massaging my wife’s back, hips and legs. I automatically sensed that these ladies had made a connection as they quietly chatted and Nurse Ann was obviously enjoying kneading my wife’s ample bottom flesh.

As the ladies sensed my return, Ann looked up at me asking if I was ready to “take the plunge?” Naturally I was beyond ready and had to move about carefully while trying to conceal my bulging erection.

I noticed Ann’s eyes wandering down to my crotch before she looked up at me as I shrugged my shoulders in a silent effort to say I couldn’t help it. She winked an understanding wink and reached to spread Amy’s buttocks with both hands.

As Nurse Ann spread my wife’s hips revealing her anus and labia, I put my left hand gently on Amy’s back and said, “Honey, I’m nervous but I’m going to be so very careful and do everything Miss Ann tells me to do. Please let me know if I hurt you and I’ll stop.”

Amy propped herself up on her elbows and turned to look at my face with a pleading expression. “Don’t worry, dear, I’m sure Miss Ann is an excellent teacher with all her years of experience.

“I’m just sorry you have to endure this all the while I’m thankful you are willing to help me, but I please know I would do the same for my loving husband.”

With that my beautiful, naked wife reached back with both hands and spread her cheeks completely open.

Now I could see all her lady parts and it was impossible to miss her glisteningly moist labia that were puffed out.

Seeing them, I looked Ann full in the face and silently mouthed, “Wow!”

Nurse Ann winked at me as she reached both of her hands for the top of the back of my wife’s thighs and began to gently massage them.

Then Any spoke, “Are y’all just going to look or are we going to get on with it?”

Ann and I both chuckled in unison and I said, “Sorry, honey, but I was working up my nerve. Ann, what do I do first?” I asked Nurse Ann in an attempt to explain away my gawking.

The nurse said, “Put a good glob of K-Y on your right index finger and gently spread it around Amy’s anus.”

I nodded understanding and reached for the tube while noting it looked well used. Ann smiled and said she had needs too and not to be too inquisitive.

I smiled and winked at her as my fingertip made contact with Amy’s glistening anus and gently rubbing in small circles.

Amy moaned in pleasure as I continued my circles before Nurse Ann instructed me to press softly on Amy’s opening being sure to go slow.

My fingers were much larger than the nurse’s and I realized anew just how small Amy’s anal orifice really was and how she immediately began her slow, deep breathing without being told.

I assumed she was trying to cope with the size of my finger as I slowly pushed inside her most sacred of places until I reached my large knuckle.

When I did, Nurse Ann spoke saying for me to rest my finger, to stop pushing and to ask Amy if she was alright. I asked my wife if she was okay to which she answered with a breathy yes and added that my finger felt much larger and longer than Ann’s.

“That’s exactly why I asked him to pause,” Ann said. “With my experience, I knew you would notice and might be struggling with the sensations you were feeling.

“You know we all have a multitude of nerve endings in our anuses and rectums and we are not immediately accustomed to digital penetration,” Nurse Ann explained, “but it looks like Mike is being very gentle and moving slowly as if he had years of experience.”

Ann’s verbal observation hung most awkwardly in the silence as I, feeling concerned that she might be fishing for something too personal about our marital activities, exactly what my wife Amy had voiced concerns about earlier.

Trying to cover my embarrassment, I cleared my throat and simply said that I had watched her when she was examining Amy. That must have worked because Ann said, “Good boy. You are a quick learner.”

“Then Amy spoke unexpectedly, breaking the perceived tension saying, “Can we get on with this? I have a fat finger halfway up my butt.” Her irrelevance broke the tension I was feeling and Ann and I both broke into peals of laughter.

I accidentally pulled my finger from Amy’s rectum as I laughed but trying to regain my composure when Amy interrupted our laughter by saying, “Oh great. Now we have to start all over again.”

More laughter followed as Nurse Ann threw herself back on the bed covering her face with both hands.

I watched Ann’s red face as she sat back up while wiping tears from her eyes. “I have to tell y’all that in all my years I’ve never laughed so much with any patients over a simple rectal exam.”

Then Amy quelled her giggles and said, “I’ll ask again, can we get on with the task at hand.”

We knew she was sincere but her wording “task at hand” had the nurse and I laughing again. I inquired of Amy later and she admitted she had use that phrase in an attempt at more humor.

It had worked but we eventually settled down and I returned to my senses telling Amy that I was going to continue my examination as I gently returned my gloved finger into her rectum and pushed even deeper than before.

I sensed that she sphincter muscles were more relaxed than before and I mentioned that to Ann who nodded in understanding and telling me that Amy was more relaxed after our laughter and her rectum and sphincters had the ability to stretch much wider than when we started. She added that we would be able to easily insert two fingers without hurting Amy before we finished her series of enemas.

This whole thing was becoming more erotic for me as Nurse Ann revealed more and more about our elimination systems and her experience and medical training.

Now, I too could feel firm stool in Amy’s bowel as I moved my finger around. Ann closely watching me suggested I remove my finger and add more lube as she wanted to instruct me in how to massage Amy’s sphincter muscles.

As I re-lubed my finger, Nurse Ann said that Amy’s sphincter muscles should be massaged in all four quadrants, which she described as north, south, east and west.

As I returned my heavily lubed finger into Amy’s rectum, Nurse Ann held her finger into the air over my wife’s hips and made motions she wanted me to duplicate in my “patient.”

Ann’s finger curled upward and moved upward. I made the same motion gently with my gloved finger inside my wife’s butt.

Then Nurse Ann made the same motions downward, and finally side to side. I could feel Amy’s butthole getting looser and made that comment to Ann who was watching very closely.

The nurse nodded acknowledgment and asked Amy how she was feeling. It took Amy a few seconds to clear her throat before she was able to respond.

My wife spoke, “I’m not sure what I should say but Mike has been very gentle and the pressure of his massaging my rectum has been consistent in all directions and feels wonderful.

I noticed Nurse Ann wink and smile at me as she began to massage Amy’s right hip saying, “Yes, Mike has done an excellent job preparing your anus and rectum for your first enema and I think we should use the plug shaped nozzle to begin.”

Amy’s said, “Okay but I remember that the plug shaped nozzle looked awfully large in diameter. Are you sure I’m relaxed enough for that nozzle?”

Without hesitation, Nurse Ann told my wife not to worry because she was going to administer her first soapy enema and she would be very gentle as Amy’s rectum would comfortably expand to accommodate the plug nozzle and then close around it to prevent any leaks.

MORE TO COME

I have a lady friend I met almost two years ago when she showed up at a life drawing group of which I was a member.

I was smitten with her humor and joking remarks she made while changing poses or during a rest break.

She had a beautifully proportioned physique, which I mentioned to her as we were packing up tables and chairs and easels at the end of the session.

I mentioned to her that I was an art photographer and would like to photograph her if she would be interested.

A month later she was back posing again and I invited her out for a drink after our session. We chatted about our lives and things we were interested in.

Our friendship continued growing and we did a couple of nude photo sessions. Everything was going well.

Two days ago she asked to to pick her up when she had to turn in a rental car. I picked her up at the appointed time and headed for her home as she talked about her boyfriend.

When we got near her house, she realized she had left a bag in the rental car. I immediately turned around and headed back to the rental place.

Then she started getting panicky. I asked why she was so antsy. She told me the bag she left behind had some gold in it and a stack of nude photographs of her and a bunch of her friends.

My ears perked up immediately.

I asked if they were recent images. She said they were several years old but she used to be friends with a group of folks who liked to get together to strip naked and sit around and drink. Sometimes they would make photos.

After we recovered her bag, she took out the photos and started showing them to me.

Sure enough there was a group of people lined up wearing only big smiles with their naked bodies on full display.

Four women and four men could be seen. Each lady had a nice bush and a couple of the guys were half erect.

She laughed when I mentioned that and she told me that the women didn’t care if the guys got hard because they enjoyed watching them flop when they walked to get another beer.

Then I asked if other activities ever occurred. She answered, “Of course they did but our rule was everything had to occur in the open in everyone’s presence.”

By this time I was about to wreck my car and had to calm myself. She giggled at my very red face and asked, “Haven’t you ever been involved in an orgy with friends?”

I assured her I had not but I was a nudist and had seen many folks of all ages, sizes and both sexes fully nude and comfortable with their nakedness.

We pulled into her driveway too soon because she was recounting her favorite orgies and I knew her stories would come to an end.

She put her photos back in their envelope and starting opening the door. She looked back at a face full of disappointment and said, “Don’t worry, I’ll tell you the rest of this story when we get back together.”

I have a lady friend I met almost two years ago when she showed up at a life drawing group of which I was a member.

I was smitten with her humor and joking remarks she made while changing poses or during a rest break.

She had a beautifully proportioned physique, which I mentioned to her as we were packing up tables and chairs and easels at the end of the session.

I mentioned to her that I was an art photographer and would like to photograph her if she would be interested.

A month later she was back posing again and I invited her out for a drink after our session. We chatted about our lives and things we were interested in.

Our friendship continued growing and we did a couple of nude photo sessions. Everything was going well.

Two days ago she asked to to pick her up when she had to turn in a rental car. I picked her up at the appointed time and headed for her home as she talked about her boyfriend.

When we got near her house, she realized she had left a bag in the rental car. I immediately turned around and headed back to the rental place.

Then she started getting panicky. I asked why she was so antsy. She told me the bag she left behind had some gold in it and a stack of nude photographs of her and a bunch of her friends.

My ears perked up immediately.

I asked if they were recent images. She said they were several years old but she used to be friends with a group of folks who liked to get together to strip naked and sit around and drink. Sometimes they would make photos.

After we recovered her bag, she took out the photos and started showing them to me.

Sure enough there was a group of people lined up wearing only big smiles with their naked bodies on full display.

Four women and four men could be seen. Each lady had a nice bush and a couple of the guys were half erect.

She laughed when I mentioned that and she told me that the women didn’t care if the guys got hard because they enjoyed watching them flop when they walked to get another beer.

Then I asked if other activities ever occurred. She answered, “Of course they did but our rule was everything had to occur in the open in everyone’s presence.”

By this time I was about to wreck my car and had to calm myself. She giggled at my very red face and asked, “Haven’t you ever been involved in an orgy with friends?”

I assured her I had not but I was a nudist and had seen many folks of all ages, sizes and both sexes fully nude and comfortable with their nakedness.

We pulled into her driveway too soon because she was recounting her favorite orgies and I knew her stories would come to an end.

She put her photos back in their envelope and starting opening the door. She looked back at a face full of disappointment and said, “Don’t worry, I’ll tell you the rest of this story when we get back together.”

I am totally turned on by thinking about adults spanking adults. A member here who I have communicated with enjoys being spanked and has female neighbors who come to her for spankings on their bare bottoms.

She also owns a second home Florida and has ladies in that neighborhood who come to her, drop their panties and lie across her lap for a thorough spanking.

The spankings are erotic therapy for them and the lady who luckily gets to administer them.

I have a model friend who got many spankings from her stepfather on her bare bottom. He switched her on her bottom as she was made to drop her panties to her ankles and hold her dress above her waist.

As luck would have it, she asks me to spank her after posing for nude, erotic photographs and we added a series of enemas.

Now my dream is finding other grown women who want spankings, who don’t mind an audience or getting spanked as part of a group - all nude.

Any lady takers?