Following a wonderful extended vacation, hubby and I returned home Sunday afternoon. After unpacking and putting things away, I informed hubby that I was going to take a few enemas to get cleaned up and ready for a busy week. I noticed he appeared to have a disappointed look on his face. Then I said, “And you can help”! A broad smile crossed his face as we made our way to our master bathroom.
Once the bulging bag of warm water laced with baking soda was hung, I assumed my position (Sims) on the nest of warm towels. Hubby deftly inserted my KGL1 and opened the clamp almost simultaneously allowing the rush of warm water to begin its journey through my bowels. While the enema was flowing into me, he softly massaged my bulging tummy as he wiggled the nozzle firmly seated in my rectum. The combination of the fullness, the light massage and the wiggling nozzle cause massive goosebumps all along my arms and legs.
As the enema concluded, I had an urgent need to expel and hubby gave me the space to do it in private.
The second enema began much the same as the first one, but this time hubby not only massaged my tummy but also my special spot. The tingling was dazzling my mind as his fingers knew just where to go. As my gut filled the erotic feelings multiplied exponentially. His soft lips began caressing my nipples while his fingers lightly danced across my swollen private parts. My anus clamped down on the KGL1 as an orgasm coursed through my body and I moaned a deep throaty sound. Hubby stopped the enema flow before the bag emptied, but the pressure in my bowels was delightful as I managed to get myself to the toilet.
The final enema of the day was a classic “magnum opus”. Delivered with my Model B nozzle, my trip to the stars was all but assured. As hubby inserted the bulbous head of the Model B into my greedy rectum, I was already well on my way to an epic orgasm. The warm enema solution provided the fuel. He worked the nozzle up into me and slowly withdrew it letting me feel the ripples on the nozzle’s shaft. Starting slow at first, the thrusts became more rapid and more forceful. My insides quivered as the soft silicone nozzle stimulated my colon and all of the nerve endings there. With a single thrust, the entire length of the Model B seated itself in my rectum and sigmoid and hubby went to work on my nipples and my special spot. As I faintly heard the gurgle of the last of four quarts entering my bowels, I was transported to another world…a world of intense pleasure that extended to every part of my body.
When the dust settled, I lay on my nest of towels for nearly 20 minutes as I regained my senses and caught my breath. My insides still stretched by nearly 4 quarts of enema solution.
It was a magical conclusion to a magical vacation and one that I will likely remember forever.
(In the next blog post, read about hubby’s post vacation enema bliss!)