It all started one day very innocently. We were over at my brother’s house for dinner and the discussion turned to my sister-in-law's recent weight loss surgery. It seems that she hadn’t been taking her stool softeners and hadn’t gone to the bathroom for over a week. My brother casually remarked, "Yes, Betty even tried a fleet enema that didn’t work.”

I couldn’t help but recall how once upon a time my wife had once gone for over a week not having a BM. As I recall it was about 10 days before I finally talked her into doing an enema. She knew I favored them, but she had no idea of the depths of my depravity as a full-fledged enema connoisseur. I eventually talked her into doing an enema. She delayed the procedure another two or three days before it finally got so bad that she woke me one early morning at 2 am.

For my wife I got out the hot water bottle with all those attachments I so loved, and I assembled the enema version. I went with the standard enema nozzle since my wife had used the combo for the occasional douche, butt had never used it for the other end. I myself prefer giving with the douche nozzle or a barium nozzle, but that is a story for another day and not one my wife would be partial to.

I hung a coat hanger from the curtains in our bedroom and then hung the 2-quart bag about 2 feet over her bottom. She yelped when I spread her cheeks inserting the nozzle and she gave me a muffled “I guess so” when I asked her if she was ready. As she buried her head in the pillow, I clicked the clamp to open and the enema started. I waited a minute and asked her if she could feel it. She didn’t reply but just grabbed her lower left side. I took that to be a YES and couldn’t help reveling in the sight of the hose splitting her cheeks while she slowly filled.

After about a half a bag she complained that she was full and wanted me to stop. I turned off the flow and pulled the nozzle out. She immediately jumped up and ran into the bathroom. I could hear some squirting through the door. This went on for a couple minutes until she came out with a grim expression on her face. I asked her how it had gone. She replied, “Nothing came out but water”.

I replied, “Now Doris, I think you need to hold it a bit before you go next time. Now lay back on the towel and we will do the rest of this bag followed by you holding it a bit longer before you go.”

She dutifully complied and soon the hose was between her cheeks once more. I ran the rest of the bag in and then made sure she held it for 5 minutes until she really had to go. This time it worked very well, and she noisily blasted out chunks of built up waste for about 5 minutes. This time when she reappeared, I asked if anything came out and she smiled and said, “Man that really worked and it really stunk!” while turning a few shades of crimson as well. I told her we would be doing one more for a rinse. She didn’t say anything, but just got on the towel like a good girl and pulled her nightgown over her hips, resigned to the fact she was getting another enema. This one went OK but again she could only take another half bag before holding it for a couple minutes and dashing off to the potty. By this time, I had figured out that my enema adventure was over for the night. I had my ole willy really standing at attention and Doris was clearly not in the mood to help with that. I ended up taking matters into my own hands and managed to get the relief I very badly needed.

But back to where this story started with my sister-in-law's problem. My brother casually mentioned that Betty had tried a fleet enema with no results and my wife piped up with “You are lucky you aren’t married to Rick because he would be giving you the full treatment. However, it really does work! I was bound up about 6 months ago and he gave me an enema with a bag, and it was horrible. “It did get the job done though,” Doris admitted while her cheeks turned bright red.

Betty did try to go into a little more detail with her, but Doris just blushed and said she had to have 3 enemas and by the third she felt a lot better. I just smiled saying that if it were to happen again, I would do the same thing. It was dinner time by then and the conversation turned to the local football team. We had a nice dinner, although I noticed Betty was just picking at her food.

As we were leaving, I took Bill aside and told him that his wife really needed a good enema and he could probably take her to the ER if nothing else worked. He told me he’d consider it.

The next morning, I was sitting at my desk with my first cup of coffee and my phone rang. It was Betty. She said, “Bill talked to me last night after you left and we decided we want you to give me an enema.” I swear I heard it in her voice, and I could just about see her blushing over the phone.

I replied, “Betty, it really isn’t rocket science and I’m sure Bill could help you out.” She then told me that they had talked, and he just wasn’t comfortable with doing it in this case because she was really constipated, and he wanted someone that knew what they were doing with enemas.

I considered this for a minute (at most!) and then asked her what kind of equipment she had. It turned out she had an empty fleet enema bottle and a few suppositories which she had tried with no results. I told her, “Betty, you will have to get an enema bag and a mineral oil fleet enema if you want me to help.” I told her to send Bill to Walmart where they had the cheapo Chinese combo bags and to pick up the mineral oil enema and some Ivory soap as well while he was there.

Since the next day was Saturday, I told her the plan would be to have Bill take my wife Christmas shopping while I fixed some wiring in his garage which would take me 5 minutes. That would then give me the time to fix Betty while they were shopping. I told her if she could get all that accomplished by the end of the day she should have Bill call Doris and ask her if she wanted to go shopping with him for Betty while I stayed behind and worked on his wiring. I told her Bill should keep Doris out shopping for at least 2 hours.

Sure enough, it was about 7 pm when my wife got the call and then announced to me that I would be fixing the wiring while she went Christmas shopping with Bill. This instantly got me hard as I contemplated how I was going to fix Betty the next day. Doris and I had the best sex that night that we’d had in a year!

About 8:30 the next morning we headed over to Bill and Betty’s, with me complaining about having to do wiring instead of watching football. My wife replied, “Well if you get done before we get back, I’m sure Betty will let you watch the game.” I was quite certain there would be no football since I knew what I was going to be doing while she was shopping and that didn't include football!

We pulled up in the driveway and went in. Bill was ready to go while Betty was laying around in her robe and looking uncomfortable. I went out to the garage with Bill and began installing a switch and fixing some wiring before he headed back into the house. The alibi part of the day was complete. Bill headed back in to alert Doris and I stayed out in the garage pretending to putter around. Soon enough Bill and Doris were gone on their shopping excursion, and it was just Betty and I. I came back in the house from the garage and said, “How you feeling Betty? Did you manage to get anything moving?” She looked at me with a crimson face that told me she had not. She admitted she was really uncomfortable. I asked her to show me what she had, so she pulled a fleet mineral oil and a combo box out of a Walmart bag on the counter. I looked it over and told her it would work fine. I explained what I would do was the mineral oil first and then the bag about a half hour later. I told her the mineral oil would soften the stool and let the soapy enema work better and wouldn’t create a panicked urge to go to the bathroom.

I then told her to go into her bedroom, leave on just a nightgown and to meet me in the bathroom. I took the fleet in there and assembled the enema bag with the douche nozzle. I hung the bag on the shower curtain and turned around to see Betty standing behind me watching with rosy cheeks. I said, "OK Betty it’s showtime. I want you to grab the edge of the tub then rest your elbows on it and we will get this mineral oil in.” She turned and put her elbows on the tub lifting her rear end up in the air. I slid her gown up and discovered she had left her panties on. I just shook my head and pulled the nice camo colored panties to her knees telling her to step out of them. Soon her bottom was in the air and I was admiring the shape. I pried her cheeks apart which caused a quick gasp, and finally I had my eye on her pucker. It was perfectly shaped but had a slight aroma, not unlike manure, when I spread her. I am only guessing but the aroma undoubtedly came from no successful bathroom trips for a week. I quickly grabbed the mineral oil enema and slid it into her butthole, then slowly squeezed the bottle in. She grunted and complained it was cold, but I told her that would pass quickly. I told her to just go lay on her bed on her stomach with a towel under her and I would be in shortly. When I got done cleaning up and discarding the bottle I walked into the room and asked her if she was doing OK. By this time, she had pulled her gown down and buried her face in the pillow. She mumbled a reply that she still didn’t have to go. I explained that she would have to do a few different positions to let the oil penetrate her bowels and soften that stool. I left her for 15 minutes on her stomach and then 10 on her back with the final 5 minutes with her bottom in the air in knee to chest position. I did more closely supervise that last position since it just happens to be a personal favorite of mine for enemas among other things. She didn’t complain as the clock ticked down.

Soon the 30 minutes were up, and I got up and went into the bathroom. I had a bowl handy and mixed up some warm water with Ivory milky and bubbly in the bowl. I quickly poured it into the bag, repeating the process a few times until the bag was full. I then took the enema and walked into her bedroom. She looked up at the bag and turned white before blushing crimson again. I told her, "Now Betty you know we need to do this so just lay on the towel while I hang this bag.” I reached up to hang the bag from the ceiling fan with a hook in the center which she usually had some fake flowers hanging from it. I told her that with her setup she could probably have Bill clean her out every Saturday. She just snapped, “Get on with it!” so I hung the bag and once again spread her cheeks. I slowly pushed in the nozzle until I felt some resistance, no doubt the log that was plugging her. I clicked open the clamp and soon had the enema slowly filling her. She complained a few times and I stopped the flow then restarted it. I told her to take some deep breaths and then to assume knee chest position, which she did without too much complaining.

I could see her pussy lips and a beginning sheen of moisture. It seemed she was getting a bit excited. I don’t know if it was from the anal penetration or from knowing her brother-in-law was seeing all her naughty bits. In any event, she was really a good enema girl with not too much complaining, and she managed more of the bag than my wife had, although it still wasn’t the whole bag. I made her hold it for a few minutes until she complained she was going to have an accident, so I let her get up. She dashed into the bathroom with me close behind holding a ¾ depleted enema bag. I hung it on the shower curtain as she plopped down and released a noisy fart and a quick squirt. She sat there for another minute or two dribbling a little before her eyes got wide as a huge torpedo plopped and hit the bowl followed by 2 or 3 strong gushes. She sat there for another minute or two before I said, “I’m going to fill this bag again, and I want you to clean up and get back on your bed. She sat there with a little smile on her face as I started mixing more Ivory in the bowl. She got up, flushed and cleaned up as I finished filling the bag.

Soon she was back on her bed with her bottom in the air and another load of soapy water working its way into her bowels. I saw her, with a secret mysteriousness, finger herself once or twice when she thought I wasn’t looking, but I knew that she was enjoying at least a little of this second one. I made her take the whole bag and hold it for 5 minutes before I walked her into the bathroom with the nozzle and hose still in place and trailing behind her. I had her lean forward on the potty and quickly pulled the nozzle out which resulted in an immediate muddy gush, followed by more farts and stinky water. She really did a good job pushing out all the water and rubbed her tummy a couple times to move whatever was left down the path it needed to go. She mentioned, “You know that was very embarrassing having you watch me release that enema. I have never been so humiliated in my life.”

“Well I wanted to make sure it was working,” I responded with a smile and that caused her to turn beet red again. “I’ll tell you what Betty, you are getting a plain water rinse next and I happened to notice you did seem to enjoy it at least a little. If you want to take your mind off the next one, I could use your vibrator if you have one providing you never mention it to Bill or Doris.”

“That sounds interesting,” she said with a smile.

“Ok then, go get your equipment while I rinse and fill this up one last time,” I smiled.

I walked back into the bedroom to see her ready on the towel, nightgown over her hips with her vibrator plugged in and ready to go. I quick hung the bag and then had her assume the position, hips up and head down. Soon the water was running, and I was running the vibrator up and down her clit. She orgasmed with an explosive gasp, and I backed off with the vib for a minute. Soon I was back at work and she had another two or three orgasms before the bag lay flat, still hanging from the fan. “I couldn’t feel that last enema at all until the end,” she exclaimed while laying on her side and rubbing her tummy.

“Well you did seem to be enjoying the experience, ” I said with a wink. She jumped up and headed for the potty while I took the bag into the kitchen and started to clean it. She came out of the bathroom and gave me a big kiss on the cheek while saying, "Rick I would have never guessed that an enema could work so well or feel so good. I had one or two from mom and they were terrible. I don’t think I’ve shit so much in ten years!”

“It's all in the delivery,” I said with a smirk. “You better get in the shower while I put the game on the TV.”

In 15 minutes, there was no evidence that anything out of the ordinary had gone on. Soon Bill and Doris walked in the door. I gave Bill a thumbs up as Doris walked by. Doris went into the kitchen and asked Betty how she was doing to which Betty replied, “I feel much better, I took some Miralax last night and it managed to get me going.” Bill and I just grinned at each other. We've learned to keep our mouths shut sometimes!

Bill told me a few days later that Betty was so horny that night she about killed him. I said, “You know Bill I think you might try giving her an enema in about a week whether she needs it or not. I think she might enjoy it.” He just looked at me quizzically and shrugged his shoulders. I’ve been over there a dozen times since, and the word enema has never been uttered. I do get a quick smile when no one is looking though so I know the sister-in-law enema adventure was a definite hit.