By: Bracol2869@aol.com

Brad came home from work at 5:00 to find Coco, his wife, napping on the couch. She had left work early feeling ill. Brad called the Dr. Marx to schedule an appointment for her for the following morning. In the meantime, Dr. Marx was concerned with the flu going around and told Brad that he should monitor her temperature and make sure it was not above 102.

Brad was now concerned, and went to find the thermometer. He only found a rectal thermometer ( the thermometer he bought three years earlier in hopes of playing doctor with Coco) in the medicine cabinet.

Brad came out from the bathroom, thermometer in hand, and found Coco awake.

He asked how she was feeling and she went running past him to the bathroom to vomit. She came out and said crawled back into her spot on the couch. He told her she had an appointment with Dr. Marx the following morning, but he needed to check her temperature. Noticing the thermometer in his hand, she did not protest sitting up and opening her mouth.

"Coco I only found one thermometer and is not oral.".

"Oh!"- she said.

This was not something that Coco would submit to but, she was feeling so ill that she did not protest.

"Make sure you put some vaseline on it" She warned him. Brad held up the vaseline.

"I know, honey, relax". Then he helped her lie down, and turn to her side.

"Slide your undies down and try to relax". Brad had always wanted to play doctor with Coco, but since the first time three years earlier they had not played. Brad was interested in trying anal play but this was not an interest of Cocos.

"Easy for you to say."

Brad removed the lid from the vaseline and put some on the thermometer.

"Ready or not, here we go."

Coco was feeling so lousy that she did not say a word. Brad was worried about his lovely wife but, was also enjoying playing doctor. Coco sighed as the glass thermometer touched her rectum. Brad enjoying the view, slowly slid it all the way in and held the thermometer in place - twirling it, and massaging her ever so softly. After four minutes, Brad removed the thermometer, and Coco quickly ran to the bathroom and threw up again. Coco was really sick. Her temperature was 103.8!

Brad called Dr. Marx to let her know what her temperature was and what he should do. Dr. Marx told him to make sure she takes aspirin and try to lower it. Brad explained that he did not think she would be able to keep any aspirins in her stomach

since she had been vomiting.

"Aspirin can be given in another form. I know Coco, and she will not be happy about it, but we need to get her fever down. I want you to go to the pharmacy, and buy aspirin suppositories, Do you have an enema bag at home because I also want her to take an enema before coming in tomorrow for her appointment."

"An enema!!" Brad said. He was getting excited.

"This could also help to lower her temperature."

" I'm not sure we have one."

"When you go to the drugstore you can pick up a few Fleet Enemas. They have instructions on how to administer them right on the box."

"A few?"

"Give her one enema before, giving her the suppositories, that way the suppositories will work better."

"OK" said Brad.

" I want you to monitor her temperature throughout the night, every four hours. Give her the suppositories if the fever goes above 101."

"Thank you, Dr. Marx see you in the morning."

Brad got Coco into bed and told her he needed to get some things from the drugstore that Dr. Marx asked him to get and he would be back soon.

At the drugstore, Brad was nervous. He had never bought these things before. He asked the pharmacist for some help. Once she helped him find the enemas., and suppositories she suggested he get some latex gloves and KY lubricant to help ease the insertions. He asked her for suggestions on how to position Coco so that it was as comfortable for her. She suggested that he

have her lay in bed with a towel under her, in case of leakage, on her left side. Brad thanked the pharmacist and was on his way back to his sick wife.

He came home from the drugstore to find Coco in bed. She was watching TV and seemed to feel a bit better. Brad explained that he called Dr. Marx again and told her what she had wanted Brad to do. Even though Coco was feeling a bit better, she was still very agreeable to what Brad had said. Brad was surprised, but really excited - this may be his chance to show her how gentle he could be with her, and encourage her that anal play was not so bad.

Coco laid back in bed. Brad told her he would be right back.

A few minutes later, after Brad read and reread the panel on the enema box explaining how to insert the tip, he came from the bathroom with a towel in one hand and the enema box in the other. He said that he wanted to check her temperature again before giving her the enema. She had already resigned to allowing this all to happen and just laid in bed with the covers pulled up under her chin. Brad placed the towel on the foot of the bed and the enema box on the night table. Coco stared at the

enema box and took it into her hands to read the box. Brad came in with the thermometer and vaseline to find Coco looking at the box.

"Are you sure you know what you are doing."

"Honey, relax I will be gentle. Promise."

With that said Brad was even more excited. He once again helped her turn onto her stomach and this time, removed her

underwear. She began to protest and he tells her that he was getting ready for the enema- she would not want her underwear around her legs when she goes to expel. This making sense she settles down and buries her head into her pillow. He tells her that he wants to place a towel underneath her- without asking why she slides over to the far side of the bed and he places the towel under where she was lying. She slides back over and he covers her partially with the bed sheet. He takes the thermometer and makes sure to put enough vaseline on it so it will slide in easily. He sits on the bed next to her, rubs her head and pulls the sheet back. He gently separates her cheeks and slowly slides it in.

Coco again lets out a sigh when it is inserted. Brad reminds her to keep breathing and relax. Brad again slides the thermometer around, in and out and twirls it while it registered. This time her temperature was 102.9 and he read it out loud for her to hear.

"Well Honey, are you ready for Dr. Marx' instructions?"

Coco just reburied her head and nodded yes. Brad sat on the bed again and softly began to give Coco a massage- whispering

it was ok and that she may enjoy it. Brad slowly got up and reached for the box. He said that the enema was pre lubricated but wanted to make sure she was comfortable so he would put some more vaseline on her. He slid a glove on and put vaseline on his right index finger.

She jumped when she felt his finger touch her anus. He spoke in soft voice reminded her to breath. He slowly circled her rosebud and then let his finger rest on the entryway and began to push in to the tip of her canal.

He then withdrew his finger and told her what he was doing each step of the way. He told her the tip was going to feel larger. She held her breath and he told her to bare down and he would push the tip in. He did as he said and she yelped, and jumped a bit. He told her to calm down and lay still. He continued to slid the tip in and told her he was going to begin to squeeze

the enema solution into her. She laid still and began to pant and told him to stop it hurt. He stopped squeezing and held the enema in his left hand and reached his right hand around to her belly and gently rubbed her belly. He softly whispered to her and slowly squeezed the rest of the enema into her. He held the empty enema inside her and told her to lay still and try to hold it for a few more minutes. After three minutes he told her he was going to remove the tip but still try to hold the enema a few more minutes. two minutes passed and she said I need to go- so he helped her to the toilet and left her to expel the contents.

A few minutes later she came from the bathroom with her robe wrapped around her and crawled back into her warm bed. Brad asked her how she was feeling and she said a cold, and she just wanted to sleep. Brad reminded her that she had to take some aspirin.

Coco said "I think the enema broke the fever- I don't think I need that."

"Well, honey, I could check your temperature again"

"Oh, just give me the aspirin and get it over with-" She turned on her side and was beginning to get grouchy.

Brad went over and again gave her a soothing massage and tried to calm her down. She moaned and said that felt good and sorry she ws so cranky. He kissed her on the forehead and said "I understand I will do this as quickly as I can."

Brad told her that it was up to her if she wanted him to lubricate her again but that the suppository was larger than the tip of the enema and it would be more comfortable if she let him put his finger in first to stretch her and lube her up there. She had her head buried in the pillow again and said "OK, go ahead".

This time as he put the glove on he snapped it so she could hear him putting it on. He took out the KY and squeezed a lot of it onto his index and middle finger. He slowly made circles inward toward the rosebud. He penetrated her first with one finger slowly dipping the finger to the first knuckle, and then raising it up to the tip of the sphincter muscle- then to the second knuckle

and almost back out, finally he had his finger in as deeply as he could. He began to swirl his finger while it was deep inside of her. She was panting and moaning again. He asked if she was ok and she just sighed. He pulled his finger out and then took the suppository placed it on the rosebud and pushed it in. The pharmacist had suggested that he hold his finger inside of her

for a few minutes to make sure it did not slide out before it began to melt-which of course, he did. After five minutes he removed his finger.

Two minutes later she had begun to relax and breath in a normal rhythm again. He took the next one and he began repeat the same procedure as the first suppository. Coco was shaken that he was at her backdoor again and he told her that the

suppositories are given in threes. Coco rolled over, sat up and gave Brad a kiss- he was shocked - "Maybe it is the fever but this is so erotic I am sorry I never let you play back there before".

She quickly rolled over and pushed her bottom at him for his finger to begin the journey into her canal again. Brad was so excited that he almost forgot to relubricate his finger. The second two suppositories were much slower to be put in and longer it took longer to lube her up. Brad checked her temperature three more times through the night and of course she needed suppositories each time- due to her fever. Even though they both enjoyed it she was still not feeling well and it was late so Brad just gave her the suppositories quickly and they would go back to sleep.

At 7:30 the following morning Brad woke Coco up to take her temp. Her temp. 99.9, was almost normal - she did not need the suppositories.'

" OK hon., roll over remember Dr. Marx wanted me to give you an enema before going in today."

Coco was feeling better and did not want to go to Dr. Marx. She hated being examined. Brad told her he was looking forward to this appointment - he wanted to go in with her. "Why do you want to do that?". She asked. He smiled. "Well, I thought that it would be fun to play doctor and it would be good to see a professional at work."

She smiled as well and rolled over onto her stomach and pushed up onto her knees and again buried her face into the pillow. When the tip touched her she began to rock back and forth making the enema fuck her.

Off to the doctor...