It’s pretty awesome when great minds are on parallel tracks. That happened to hubby and me yesterday afternoon. Between work schedules and deadlines, visiting relatives and such, we had not had any “intimate” time until last evening.
Hubby arrived home first and greeted me with a nice glass of wine when I came in the door. I kicked off my heels, stretched my toes and slumped in the loveseat in our sun room thinking that I had used all the energy my body could muster for the day. But, hubby had other ideas. He found just enough room on the loveseat to sit close to me and began almost immediately fondling my ear. That’s a signal we worked out years ago that says, “I want to play”! My response was, “Really? You’ve got to be kidding!”
He wasn’t kidding in the least. And he was getting rather aggressive with his advances as we finished our wine. By then, I managed to get a second wind and returned his advances. Then he whispered, “I’ll bet a nice warm enema would really make you feel good.” And I whispered back, “I’ll bet one would make you feel good, too!” With that, he launched off the loveseat and with arms outstretched inviting me to join him upstairs.
I stopped by the closet in my home office (where the enema gear is stored) and headed for our bedroom. He looked at me and broke out in the wide grin as I entered the room carrying the enema bag, three silicone nozzles and my high heel shoes. After tossing my baggage on the bed, we indulged in some nice snuggly kissing and other warm-ups to the grand event that was to come.
Being ever so fair, I suggested we flip a coin to see who went first. As luck would have it, hubby won the coin toss, which meant he was going to be first with the enema bag. I asked him which nozzle he wanted to use, and he selected the KGL-1, which is fine for his sensitive anal opening. I snatched a pair of stockings and a pair of pumps he loves and headed to the bathroom to get everything ready.
In less than 10 minutes, I had the bathroom transformed into an intimate oasis with candles lit and a little aromatherapy fragrance in the air. I invited him to find his spot on the nest of soft towels and rest his head on the pillow I added for comfort. As he took his place I could see his anticipation building by the minute. After massaging his anal opening and getting him relaxed, I inserted a finger (my nails are reasonably short) and played with his P-spot until I could see the glistening sign that he had had enough for now.
I lubed up the nozzle and gently placed it at his anus and applied light pressure while watching his greedy rectum suck the nozzle inside. Meanwhile, he rubbed my stocking clad legs and licked my arched feet for all he was worth. He was in another world with all of his senses totally consumed. As the enema began flowing into him, I could see his arousal hit another gear. By now I’m massaging his swollen manhood and testicles and he is nibbling on my toes. I slowed the enema to a trickle hoping not to fill him too fast but just fast enough so the pressure built at a pleasurable rate.
As his moans became more pronounced, I sensed the beginning of an orgasm as his muscles tightened and his breathing became more labored. Then, as though a dynamite blast had ripped through his body, he experienced the sublime feelings that accompany an enema-induced orgasm. The spasms seemingly lasted for minutes on end as waves of sheer pleasure washed over his body. I stopped the enema flow and allowed him to catch his breath as I wiped the results of an explosive ejaculation out of my hair!
Lying on our nest of towels, he looked totally spent and totally satisfied. He was fulfilled and so was I for having been a part of a brief trip into a world of sensuousness. I left him alone to expel the enema and get cleaned up while I went downstairs to retrieve another glass of wine.
(In part Two, Deb gets an enema she’ll likely never forget…ever!)
These happen to be hubby's favorite shoes for me to wear when we play!