This morning, after breakfast, I noticed hubby reach into the cabinet to retrieve some Miralax. I immediately asked him if he was having some trouble to which he replied that things were working a little slow.
Never one to miss an opportunity to help my very best friend (and love of my life), I suggested a fix that would be far quicker and might even be a little more fun. Since I had been nursing a cold all week, the first one I’ve had in two years, he automatically assumed that I didn’t feel like taking care of him. But such was not the case.
I invited him to come to our master bathroom in about 10 minutes and be prepared to feel better within the hour. During that 10-minute wait, I prepared our four quart silicone enema bag with a salt/soda solution and attached our Model F silicone nozzle to the hose. As he lay down on the nest of fresh towels, I could see he was getting excited about what was about to happen. “Mr. Happy” was at about half-mast as I began to lube hubby’s anus and rectum.
As I eased the three little balls at the end of the Model F into hubby’s rectum, I could see the hair on his arms literally standing up. I reached over and gently released the clamp about halfway so the fill would be slow and cramping would be at a minimum. He took about 2 quarts before I shut the flow and removed the nozzle (and those three little balls at the end of the nozzle sent a shudder through hubby’s body).
After what was a very productive expulsion I offered a second enema…one to be retained about 15-20 minutes to do some good cleansing. For this enema, it was a saline solution (darn it, I ran out of baking soda) given at 106F with the Model F fully inserted. As hubby lay on his back, I applied baby oil to my hands and massaged his tummy as the enema filled his gut. Lots of gurgling and rolling waves coursed through his colon as the enema continued to do its work. As the last of three quarts entered him, we both heard that familiar sucking sound as the last of the solution exited the bag.
This time I left the Model F nozzle fully inserted in his rectum as I paid particular attention to gently massaging the water around in his colon. He remarked that this enema really felt good. I was happy to hear that since this one was going to be retained for at least 15 minutes.
Hearing that the enema felt good made me even more determined to make sure he really remembered this adventure. As the enema continued to churn inside him, I shifted my attention from his swollen tummy to another part of his anatomy that had managed to swell over the course of the past 15 minutes. My oil drenched hands slipped over his manhood as hubby let out a lustful groan. My left hand began to lightly squeeze his engorged penis while my right hand began playing between his scrotum and the protruding nozzle.
The more I caressed the sensitive areas the more I could tell hubby was drifting away into another world…a world where nerve endings were being stimulated and the pleasure quotient was rising exponentially. As his erection became even more rigid, I began sliding the Model F in and out of his rectum. From the balls of the nozzle tip to the bulge of the retention ring, in and out the slippery silicone snake impaled him time and again.
Almost as a warning, he exclaimed breathlessly that this was the moment. The first spasm of the orgasm stiffened his legs as I drove the Model F back deeply into his greedy rectum. The ejaculation was bountiful and with each spurt he moaned and writhed in total release and pleasure.
Moments later as he regained his breath (and wits) it became apparent the 3 quarts of salted water was ready to make a grand exit. I quickly removed the nozzle and he made a quick dash to the toilet where gush after gush of enema flowed out of him. As I left the bathroom I reminded him I’d be in the sunroom enjoying some morning tea.
Thirty minutes later a showered and refreshed man sat down next to me on the loveseat. He nibbled at the lobe of my ear and whispered softly that he was content to toss the Miralax in the trash can if every treatment could be like this one. I assured him that there was a time and place even for Miralax, but that sometimes, nothing, but nothing could top the efficacy of a good enema.