After about a half hour, I ventured back upstairs to find hubby seemingly recovered from his excursion into enema induced bliss and thoroughly emptied. After a long hug and lots of kisses on my neck (something that really gets my motor running) he asked what nozzle I wanted to use for my enema. I surprised him when I told him the Model B. Up to this point; I had only used the KGL-1 (the same nozzle he used). But since he had already used it, I decided to be adventurous and opt for the largest and most intimidating nozzle in our house.
As he carefully, filled the bag with warm water, I retreated to our nest of towels and lay down and placed my feet straight into the air. As he turned from filling the bag, he was greeted with the red-soled heels he thinks are so sexy. I could sense his pulse quicken as he attached the massive Model B to the black silicone tubing.
As a foretaste of what was to come, he got down on his knees and began paying special attention to my breasts, belly button and inner thighs. Soon I was shivering with goose bumps on my arms as the hair at the nape of my neck stood on end. His expert use of his nimble fingers, found my pleasure spot as his tongue flicked at my erect nipples. In what felt like a matter of minutes, (I know it was much longer) my first orgasm of the evening coursed through my body like a lightening bolt.
While I was regaining my consciousness, hubby had turned his attention to my now wet anus and began massaging it with my favorite lube. The slickness of his fingers caused my anal opening to relax, ready to accept the girth of the Model B. In mere moments, I felt the tapered end of the nozzle penetrating my anus as hubby applied light pressure. I uttered to him to increase the pressure or the initial ball of the nozzle would never enter me.
This was the very first time I had ever had anyone else insert the Model B into my rectum. Every other time had been by myself as a solo-player. This was new ground. The sensations were intense as my anal opening stretched to accommodate the soft silicone. With every deep breath I could feel the nozzle inching its way inside me as my enema awaited. As the widest part of the nozzle entered my rectum it was as though my breath left me. It was exquisite and intense, slightly painful and yet so pleasurable. As my anus clamped down on the now partially inserted nozzle, hubby began the flow of the enema.
The now somewhat cooled water raced through my sigmoid and up my descending colon and created a delightful sensation. Hubby then positioned himself between my splayed legs as my ankles rested on his broad shoulders and my pumps dangled from my feet. He was in the perfect position to advance the nearly foot long nozzle into my anxious rectum. As he lightly pushed the nozzle deeper, I could feel my G-spot come alive once more as my pelvic muscles adjusted to the volume of the enema and weight of the silicone nozzle.
As the retention ball of the nozzle entered my rectum, the bulbous head of the nozzle entered my lower sigmoid which created some of the most pleasurable sensations I have ever experienced. Though impossible to describe, the sensations completely consumed my senses as I moaned with every inch of the massive nozzle inside me.
And just as quickly as the nozzle found its home, hubby decided to withdraw it and began, for lack of a better term, “fucking” my rectum with it. These were feelings I had never experienced with this nozzle as a solo-user. But in the hands of my husband, I experienced every feeling imaginable in my most private spot. With the growing pressure of the enema, the oscillations of the nozzle in my rectum and my fingers furiously caressing my “button” the resulting orgasm was one like I had never experienced before. To say it was “mind-blowing” is completely an understatement. It consumed my entire body for an extended period, so much so, hubby was afraid he had hurt me. But he hadn’t.
When everything began to come back into focus, it was as though the world had stopped spinning on its axis for just the briefest of seconds. It was that intense. Finally, hubby broke the silence that filled the room with some tender words that meant so much. As he gently removed the squishy silicone nozzle from my engorged rectum, he caressed my inner thighs while I floated back down to earth.
By 10 PM, we realized we had not eaten dinner, but had rather enjoyed an adventure of another type…and one we had never before embarked upon. Having been open-minded about enemas when I suggested to him about the pleasurable sensations they create, hubby managed to open new doors to our intimate life. And those are doors we entered together.
Hubby thinks these are the sexiest shoes on the planet!