As things grew quiet I eased from the bed and tippy toed to the bathroom. My wife was asleep at last. I could hear the soft whir of my lovers snores. I had planned this for some time and only tonight had I gotten up the nerve to do it… or become desperate enough! The red combination enema/douche bag was tucked in its place on the top shelf of the closet in the bathroom where my wife kept it between its uses on her and myself. I eased it down and I slowly put it together. Then ever so carefully so as not to wake her I eased down the hall and to the kitchen. There I slowly filled the big red bag to the very top and screwed the hose and plug onto it.

My heart was beating so hard I was sure that alone was going to wake her. I had begun taking enemas when no one was home a couple of years before i was married. I was sitting on the toilet, holding a huge hot enema for as long as I could when it happened. There was a strange little tickle somewhere near my spine and then it had suddenly rushed forward and I had had my first orgasm with an enema. I had lost the control of the enema and the entire experience had been wildly frightening and yet massively attractive. I learned that if I would touch myself while holding an enema I could make this happen every time!

Since that time I had given myself an enema every chance that I got and even on more than one occasion complained of tummy troubles to get my wife to do it to me. As I grew a little busier I seemed to want it more and would think about doing it all the time. It had been a while since I had been able to have any special alone time and was getting a little desperate.

When the bag was full and ready I slipped the lock on the back door and silently went outside. I had planned it all carefully and outside the door behind a box I had placed an old beach towel and some other stuff. I passed like a shadow through the darkness to the swing set and lay the towel down neatly on the ground. I hung the bag on the chain of the far swing and then removed my Pajamas.

It felt so wildly exciting being outside and naked! I was breathing faster and hurriedly lay on the towel. I dipped the long black douche nozzle in the tiny little cup that I had put some Vaseline in and then lay back and pulled my legs up to my chest. Looking up into the velvety blackness of the moonless, slightly overcast night sky I slowly pushed the nozzle into its well remembered place. I was breathing in small gasps now. I listened carefully and only heard the silence and quietness of late night.

When I snapped the clamp open it sounded like a gunshot and seemed to echo but I was past stopping now as the hot flood swept into me. I moaned softly and bit my lip. It felt so warm and wonderful as it filled me! I began to tingle and wanted to touch myself so badly that the need was a pain but I had made a deal with myself that only when the bag was empty would I allow myself that pleasure.

As always the fill went in stages. At times easily flowing and at others making me sure that I couldn’t hold it all. I whimpered softly as I passed nonstop through these passages. I could shake the hose gently and feel the weight of the bag and forced myself sternly to take it all. When I shook the bag and felt it empty I smiled and closed the clamp.

The clouds had cleared sometime while my attentions were internal and I looked up into the stars shining brilliantly down on me. I lowered my legs and settled them onto the seat of the swing my legs spread and finally allowed myself that sweetest touch. Like a spirited horse pressing against the gate ready to run my feeling leapt forward. I sucked in my breath and bit my lips again to stifle the long low moan as my pleasure began to mount. I felt so just wonderfully nasty lying out in the back yard naked with the hose running to my butt. I imagined what I must look like and a quiet whimper escaped my clenched jaws.

I teased myself bringing it along slowly as the enema did its part making me need my release more than anything I had ever felt. When it came it was as if a comet had swept across the sky and landed in the yard with me. I shuddered and shook and gave myself over to it fully. Again and again the feelings swept through my youthful loins and then like a sudden blow it doubled in its intensity and I lost my hold on the nozzle. I began to leak but it was too late to stop or slow the pleasure and I scrambled up dashing out to the edge of the yard where I squatted and finally a little further away from the house I let out my last soft moan as I let go of the enema and finished my hard won pleasure.

When I was at last done I returned to the swing and gathered my things; a bit of toilet paper, a damp rag in a baggie. These were used and I cleaned up and dried both myself and my red lover. I didn’t dress until I was back into the house. I wanted to stretch the sweet nastiness of the experience for as long as possible. I put the toilet paper and rag in the baggie and hid it away in the bottom of the trash. The towel was again behind the box and the red bag was soon back safely in its place.

As I wiped off my feet and slipped into bed I was already imagining my next time.

The End

08/26/10

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