After a few more seconds, Jim spoke up. "Can I get dressed now?" asked Jim.

"No, I'm sorry, not just yet," came the quick answer from Nurse Goodell. "We still have a few things to cover," she continued.

When she finished writing in his chart, she spoke again, this time addressing Nurse Wilson directly, not Jim. "Caroline," she said, "go ahead and give Mr. Johnson one or two Fleets. When he's all cleaned out, I'll return and do his proctoscopy."

"Yes, of course, Nurse," answered Nurse Wilson. Jim appeared shocked that his exam wasn't over and confused because he didn't understand what was about to happen to him. I had never heard of a proctoscopy before, but I knew that a Fleet was a type of enema, so I had a pretty good idea what was in store for dear old Jim.

Jim now spoke up. "I don't understand. I thought we were done," he said. "What else do you need to do?"

"Well, Mr. Johnson," replied Nurse Goodell, "I'm going to use an instrument called a proctoscope to visually inspect your anal cavity and rectum. This isn't a routine part of every insurance physical that we perform, but it has been specifically requested by your company."

Jim's face turned white with fear as he began to understand what was about to happen to him. Nurse Goodell continued, "Nurse Wilson will make sure you're all cleaned out first so that I can accurately perform the exam." The two nurses stared at Jim while he looked down at the floor. "Do you understand, Mr. Johnson?" asked Nurse Goodell.

"Yes, I do," answered Jim.

"Good. Then carry on, Caroline, and let me know when he's ready." Nurse Goodell picked up Jim's chart, walked to the door and left.

Nurse Wilson now addressed Jim. "I know you weren't expecting this and I am truly sorry," she said.

"Let's just get on with it," replied Jim.

"I need you back up on the table, please, lying on your left side," she said. While Jim mounted the table again, Nurse Wilson opened the cabinets above the counter and retrieved the supplies she would need. She also pulled exam gloves on both of her hands. As Jim was getting into position, she approached the table with a tube of lubricant and a Fleet enema that was already uncapped. Jim was on his left side with his back toward her.

"Now raise your right knee up to your chest, please," she ordered. Jim pulled his top leg up to his chest, once again pulling the skin of his cheeks tight and preparing his hole for penetration. The nurse squeezed a generous amount of lubricant onto two fingers of her right hand. She smeared some of the lubricant along the tip of the plastic enema bottle. She worked the rest of the lubricant between her fingers to ensure that they were completely covered. "Breathe normally," she said as her lubricated middle finger approached Jim's anus. She ran her index finger along the outside of his hole, covering it with lubricant. She seemed to be stroking the outside of his hole with her finger. Next, she pressed against his hole with her middle finger until it easily slid all the way in. She now twisted her finger a bit to make sure that everything was nicely coated with lubricant before removing her finger.

"All right. Here we go, Mr. Johnson. Just try to relax," she said. She now placed the tip of the enema bottle against his anus and penetrated him with it. Jim let out a slight gasp of air as the tip of the bottle entered him. Once the entire nozzle of the bottle was firmly inserted, she began to squeeze it using slow and even pressure. "You should start to feel the fluid entering now," she said.

"Yes, I feel it," Jim replied. It only took a minute or so for her to empty the entire enema bottle into Jim. When it was empty, she removed it from Jim's ass and disposed of it.

"All right, Mr. Johnson," she said, "you need to stay in that position for about five minutes to let the enema work on you. I'll be back in just a few minutes. Please hold all of the solution until I get back." With that, she removed her gloves and left the room.

I took the opportunity to get up from my chair and try to comfort Jim. "Are you all right, Dear?" I asked.

"Sure, I'm okay. I'm just really getting tired of this," he said. "How much more can they possibly do to me?" he added.

"I don't know, Dear. I wasn't expecting this much either," I replied. "But you're doing great, and I'm really enjoying this," I said.

"Good," he said, "at least someone is."

As the minutes slowly passed, I could tell that Jim was becoming very uncomfortable. The solution was starting to work on him and he was beginning to experience some cramping. "I really need to go," he said.

"Just hold it for a bit more, Dear," I said. "I'm sure the nurse will be back any time now." Standing over Jim, it was easy to see that he still had his erection, perhaps even slightly bigger. Wanting to take his mind off of his current situation, I gently took his cock in my hands and started to stroke him.

"Not now, Mandy," was all he said. I removed my hands and went back to my chair.

A few minutes more passed when the door finally opened and Nurse Wilson entered. "How are you doing, Mr. Johnson? Can you feel the fluid working on you?" she asked.

"I sure can," Jim replied. "I need to go right now."

"Great then," she replied, "go ahead and expel all of that." The nurse helped Jim as he got up from the exam table. He quickly made his way to the toilet at the far end of the exam room and sat down. He immediately expelled the fluid in an explosive burst of pressure. This was followed by several more squirts of fluid. While Jim was on the toilet, the nurse and I both watched Jim from a distance, trying to give him some small amount of privacy. "Try to expel all of the fluid," the nurse said.

After a few minutes of expelling the enema, Jim wiped himself using some toilet paper and stood up. His erection was now almost gone. "Let's see how you look now," said the nurse. "Please get back on the table on your left side again." Jim once again mounted the table and assumed the now-familiar position on his left side. "Pull your knee up again, please," the nurse ordered.

As she approached him, she pulled on another pair of exam gloves. "Let's see if you're clean enough now," she said. She lubricated the middle finger of her right hand and plunged it deep into Jim's hole without any warning. No sound was heard from Jim this time, perhaps he was finally getting used to all of these assaults on his asshole. She twisted her finger 180 degrees clockwise and then reversed direction to examine the other side of his rectum. After this brief exam, she removed her finger and examined her glove, apparently looking for signs of feces.

"Well, you're definitely cleaner than before," said the nurse, "but I think Nurse Goodell would want you to be just a bit cleaner so I'm going to give you one more enema."

"You're kidding? I really don't need another one," moaned Jim. "I'm afraid so. We want you to be clean for this exam," replied the nurse.

Without removing her gloves, Nurse Wilson retrieve another Fleet enema from the cabinet and removed the plastic cover. She once again applied lubricant to the tip and used her fingers to spread it evenly down the entire length of the nozzle.

"All right, Mr. Johnson, you know the drill. Just relax and it will all be over soon," she said. As she spoke, she pulled Jim's cheeks apart and slowly and carefully inserted the tip of the bottle into his anus. Once the tip was in, she quickly inserted the remainder of the nozzle and started to squeeze the bottle. Jim was much quieter this time, but I did hear him let out an audible moan a couple of times. After a minute or so, all of the fluid was dispensed and the nurse removed the enema bottle. The nurse disposed of the empty bottle and removed her gloves. "Okay. Stay in that position and I'll be back in about five minutes," she said as she left the room.

Jim laid on the exam table motionless. I didn't try to converse with him at all. It was obvious that he wasn't in the mood to talk. I did watch him, with mixed emotions. I felt sorry for him, sorry that he had to go through all of this, but I had other feelings as well. I was entertained, excited, amazed, and most of all aroused. I expected to be highly entertained watching his exam, but I wasn't prepared for my high state of arousal. Watching his exam, even uncomfortable parts like this enema, was highly erotic to me. It made me appreciate my dear husband and want him even more. I couldn't wait to get home and thank him in a most intimate way.