My wife, Misty, and I were a pretty healthy couple. We have been married for about three years. She is an executive and I'm a male nurse at one of the local hospitals.

I love giving women enemas, even though most of the time at work when a female needs one I try and find a female nurse to help to keep a patients modesty. But I would love to give my gorgeous wife more enemas. I would love to see her over my lap or in a knee chest position on our bed awaiting her nozzle.

I have given her a couple of enemas and she detested them. I have never forced her to take them but I find that it's very erotic for me to give them to her. She fails to see not only that but the health benefits that come with it.

So I started to devise a little plan with the help of her doctor, that I knew well from work. He was aware about my interest to give enemas to my lovely wife. He too thinks there beneficial in other ways as well from what I had explained. He was more into the control aspect of enemas and would engage in them himself as well as giving them to control his lover.

Dr. Sanders gave me some medication to put into Misty's protein drink in the morning. He said it wouldn't really hurt her, but would make her uncomfortable after awhile, by slowing down her system and making her feel full and sluggish.

That next week I started my wife on the medicine. I always made our protein drinks in the morning and so it was easy for me to pour mine out of the blender and then drip a few drops into her portion. I did taste it to see if there was anyway she could detect the medication, and I found none.

I was waiting for a more rapid response to the drops that I gave her each morning. I wondered if I shouldn't up the dose because she seemed to be doing just fine, but four days into it she started to feel the results.

"Honey...not so much milk in my drink this morning please....I'm feeling a bit balloted today." She said to me as she made her way to the bathroom.

I smiled as I went to the kitchen to fix the brew, I knew that my plan was starting to come together and with Dr. Sanders help I will be seeing my beautiful wife's bottom taking her enema any day now.

It was two days later that she moaned when she woke up, and rolled over holding her belly.

"What's wrong Misty?"

"I don't know...my body...it's been so balloted and sluggish lately....I feel like I could take a big BM but it's slow to respond in the mornings...just off schedule I guess."

"Maybe you have the flu....want to go see Dr. Sanders?"

"No...I think I'll be OK in a little while." She got out of bed and went to the bathroom. I got up and went to the kitchen to make our morning drinks.

When she came to the kitchen I could see she didn't feel all that great.

"Baby you're so flushed...are you sure your OK?"

"Ya...I'll be fine....I don't feel like having anything for breakfast thank you." She said as I placed her drink in front of her and she pushed it away.

"I'm calling Dr. Sanders and getting you an appointment...you look terrible." She just nodded as I made the call.

"They can get you in at 10....want me to call work for you?"

She just nodded again as she sat there staring at the floor. I called her work and then got ready myself. She was laying on the couch when I came out. I went over and sat beside her and felt her head.

"Doesn't feel like you have a fever.'' I said.

"I don't feel real bad...just my damn tummy is all funny." I reached over and rubbed her tummy. It did feel slightly distended.

"Aahhh baby....we will get ya fixed up." I told her as I bent down and kissed her forehead.

At the doctors office we were led in and she dressed in the usual paper gown that barley covered anything. We waited quite a while as the office was busy.

"Seems Dr. Sanders practice is thriving." My wife said.

"Seems so....he is a good doctor with a good beside manner...everyone and even us nurses like him." Just then there was a single knock at the door and it opened.

"Hey Ray...and Misty....how is my favorite couple doing?"

"Well as a couple were doing fine....but Misty here, I think has the flu or something." I smiled.

"Really...well that doesn't sound good.....Misty you're usually the picture of health."

"Ya.. I know Dr. Sanders...just been feeling....I don't know...all blah and stuff in my tummy."

"Well there's a good medical word for ya Ray..."blah…" And we all laughed.

Dr. Sanders was looking in Misty's file as he asked her some questions.

"Any nausea, vomiting, eating OK, having good BM's?" That sort of questions. She was good to answer them all.

"Misty ...you were due for your annual last month...didn't you get the reminder card?"

"Well ya...but I have been so busy with work and all...just slipped my mind I guess."

"Well while you're here...lets get that done as well...OK?"

I could see a look of distaste run across my wife's face as the doctor wanted to do more than just fix her problem. I on the other hand, was excited to know that I would be witnessing my wife being fully examined. I had never come with her to her annual appointments before and I thought this was way to much to ask for.

"Yep I think a good head to toe will be in order." The doctor said as he went to Misty sitting on the table.

I grinned as I saw Misty roll her eyes as the doctor started to look into her ears, nose, mouth, and feel her neck. He then listened to her chest. Then had her lay back so that he could palpate her tummy and listen to it as well.

"You are a bit distended Misty.....did the nurse get you to pee in a cup?"

Misty shook her head as the doctor felt around her abdomen again.

"OK well let's get a urine sample and we can continue on with the exam." He said as he left the room.

The nurse soon came in and gave Misty a cup and sent her into the adjoining bathroom. While she was gone the nurse went about getting things ready for Misty's internal exam. Misty came back with the cup and handed it to the nurse, she took it and left. Misty took her seat back at the end of the table that now had the small foot stirrups on each corner.

"I hate these things." She said as she looked down at the metal foot holds. I just chuckled.

"What are you laughing at....men don't understand how humiliating the whole thing is."

"Oh we have our humiliating exams to go through too my dear....does the prostate exam ring a bell?"

She smiled as she looked at me and I could see she was trying to picture me hung over a table with some doctors finger up my butt.

Dr. Sanders whisked back into the room with the nurse following close behind. Misty took a deep breath as the doctor told her to lay back.

"Just a simple breast exam." He said as he made Misty put her hands behind her head. He pulled down the paper gown to show her precious globes. He examined both of them and I watched as Misty's nipples raised and got erect. He was professional but I could see her taking deep breaths as she looked straight at the ceiling.

"Good....no pain or discharge?"

Misty shook her head and the doctor covered her back up. As he went over and donned his gloves the nurse positioned my wife in the stirrups. Misty's head was turned away from me as the nurse had her slide down to the end of the table and she then parted Misty's knees out wide. The flimsy gown didn't cover my wives long unblemished legs as she was now wide open for the doctor to examine her.

Dr. Sanders took his seat on a roll around stool and came up between her. Oh how I so wanted to get up and look at her luscious sex, open wide in that position. But I didn't want to embarrass her any further than she already was. Her hands were held tightly together on her belly as the doctor started his exam.

"Just my fingers Misty." The doctor said and I saw her take a deep breath as Dr. Sanders fingers went deep inside her. He palpated her tummy as he felt her way up inside. I could see her legs shake as he moved his hand around from one side to the other.

"No pain or discomfort?"

Misty just shook her head and turned it back to the wall not looking my way. The doctor then pulled his fingers out and sat down on the stool again. He took the metal speculum in his hand and brought it between her legs. I so wanted to get up and see this sight but I just sat watching.

"The speculum now." The doctor said as I watched him between her legs. I couldn't see but could tell he was pushing it into her. She made a slight gasp as the speculum clicked to widen her. Her hands now clinched together hard as the nurse handed the doctor the instruments to take his samples.

"Every thing looks healthy." He said as I heard the speculum click closed and he pulled it from her. I heard her sigh and her legs start to move.

"Hold on...I want to do an anal exam...take a deep breath for me."

I heard my wife whine a bit and her faced winced as the doctor inserted his finger into her. He seemed to feel around for a long time and I could see the distress on my wife's face as her eyes were clinched closed. I knew she hated to have anything in her anus.

"Misty you're quite full...I think that's what's causing your problems." The doctor said as he pulled out his finger. Misty's legs closed together at once and she scooted back on the table.

The doctor pulled off his gloves and washed his hands he then picked up his chart and started to write. Misty and I just sat as the nurse cleaned up.

"I'm going to have the nurse fix you up here with a couple of enemas.. that should relieve your discomfort....I'm also going to prescribe that you take enemas every other day." he said as he continued to write.

I looked at Misty and her face was in a slight snarl. She just glared at the doctor and a grin crossed my face.

"How long will I have to do THAT for ?" She asked.

"Oh I want to see you back here in a couple weeks...we can then reevaluate the situation." He grinned at her as he put the chart down and his pen in his pocket.

"I think you're healthy as ever...your body just needs some help is all...keep on the diet maybe some extra fiber and I'll see ya soon." He said patting her leg and heading out the door. The nurse looked at what the doctor had written in his notes and she started the preparations.

Misty looked at me and rolled her eyes. "I hate this...I hate this you know?"

I just nodded my head as the nurse hung a clear bag of soapy enema onto an IV pole and she rolled it over to the table. Misty's eyes slowly went to the bag and she cringed.

"OK honey I need you in a knee chest position." The nurse said as she donned some gloves and came back with a tube of KY jelly.

Misty, in a huff, rolled over and got on her hands and knees. The nurse took her feet and guided her feet back so that they were planted in the stirrups. The nurse placed her hand onto Misty's back and nudged her upper body down.

I could see Misty's eyes start to tear as she waited for the nurse to invade her bottom. I walked to her side and stood there. I rubbed her back as the nurse placed Jelly onto one of her gloved fingers.

"Going to feel my finger now…" The nurse said and Misty closed her eyes tight.

I wanted so bad for it to be me inserting my finger into her tight hole. I was starting to get aroused though just by watching the nurse from the side lube my wife. I could feel my wives body shaking as the nurse told her that she was going to insert the nozzle. Soon the small nozzle was in her and the tubing ran from her bottom to the bag.

I leaned down so my face was an inch from hers. "You're doing good baby."

The nurse opened the clamp and Misty's body took a slight jump. She moaned as she started to fill and the nurse talked to her, telling her to take some nice deep cleansing breaths if she started to cramp. I rubbed Misty's back as she took her enema trying to encourage her to relax. I could feel the tightness in her muscles. She just groaned and turned her head away. Every once in a while she would make a small whine and I could feel her taking some deep breaths as the cramps came and went.

"Good babe....that's it just breath through it." I whispered to her. In all the room was real quiet as she filled. Just over half way she started to really pant and squirm. The nurse stopped the flow and I encouraged Misty to breath deep.

"I...I can't take anymore." She panted.

"Come on baby....the enema wont work if you don't take it all." I said. She just whined and took a few more gulping breaths. The nurse stood with her hand on the clamp and she just winked at me. I smiled back and nodded that she should continue.

The enema's that I planned on giving Misty at home would be a bit different. The bag and nozzle would be bigger and I would help her to enjoy her enema as she took it and held it. But in the doctors office Misty had to work through her enema by herself.

When the bag was almost empty the nurse closed the clamp. She then instructed Misty that she would have to hold the enema for ten minutes. Misty groaned as she heard this and she tried to lay still as she held her enema. I could here it within her working by the gurgling sounds that her tummy was making. The nurse made no attempt to pull out the nozzle but just left it inserted into my wife to help her hold. She was quite a sight with her bottom in the air and a hose running from her to an empty bag.

I continued to rub her back as she panted and then would gulp in air. I encouraged her to take good cleansing breaths, but she would soon lose her concentration and start to whimper and pant again. When the time was up. The nurse came to her and slowly pulled the nozzle out and placed a tissue at her behind. She instructed Misty to go relieve herself in the bathroom.

Misty grunted as she dismounted the table and I watched as she scampered to the bathroom with her bottom tightly clinched and just a bit of paper showing between her cheeks. The nurse was getting a second enema ready that would be just a rinse. It was clear warm water that Misty would have to take and hold for the same amount of time to rid her body of the soap.

Misty came out with a better look on her face, until she saw the second bag hanging from the pole. Her eyes grew slightly wide.

"Oh I'm feeling much better now nurse...I won't be needing that."

"This is a rinse enema...we can't have the soap sitting in your colon irritating it." The nurse said as she patted the table. Misty looked to me and I raised my eyebrow to her she then looked back at the determined nurse. I could tell she wanted to fight it but she was soon mounting the table and having the nurse guide her feet back into the stirrups. She sighed as she lowered her upper body down to the tables top.

Misty took her second enema much like the first one and she wasn't happy at all knowing that she was going to have them every other day. I tried to encourage her as much as possible but she kept her face away from me. I was sure she was feeling humiliated by the experience and I felt for her. But it sure was erotic for me to see her in such a state.

When we got home I could tell she was feeling much better but I made her go lay down and rest anyway. When I went into the bedroom a little while later she was sound to sleep. I went into the master bathroom and got out the seldom used enema bag and nozzles. I washed them all up real good and hung the bag on the back of the door to dry. She would see this and be reminded that she would be getting her enema's even at home. I vowed to make sure she followed the doctors instructions.

The next night after dinner I talked to her about it. "Babe, you want me to enema you now or right before bed?"

She looked at me in disgust and made a face. Seeing I was serious she told me right before bed. I could tell she was putting it off as long as possible and through the evening she was saying things that were leading to her not getting her enema. Things like, "I'm feeling much better." Or "I had a good BM today."

I would just sit and watch TV and not comment. As the time neared for bed she started to get antsy. She would shift around on the couch not maintaining any real position. I could tell that the enema was on her mind and she was getting worked up by just thinking about it.

"Come on babe...come here." I said holding my arm out for her to scoot under it so that her head rested on my shoulder.

I held her tight to me as I whispered to her. "Babe...calm down...it's just an enema...I will be very gentle...I do this type of stuff all the time....just relax." Her feet were squirming as she sat beside me and she would take in a sigh from time to time. She even balked at the end of the movie we were watching to see the credits. She has never been interested in watching the credits of any movie before.

"OK you watch the credits... I'm going to get your enema ready." I left the room and went to the master bath and made up the soapy enema, and took it to the bed room where I had placed a couple of hooks. One on the bed post and one on the wall. I would give her the choice as what position she would want to be. I had a towel with me along with the tube of KY and a glove. I was starting to get a little upset as Misty still hadn't come in yet, but I waited patently. Soon it was evident that she wasn't coming, so I went back out to the living room. The TV was off and I heard her in the kitchen.

"What are you doing?" I asked in a amazed way.

"Oh I thought I would clean up and make the coffee pot ready so we would just have to turn it on in the morning." She said with a grin.

"Misty....Misty.....get you bottom in that bedroom so I can enema you." I said in a harsh tone.

She looked at me and saw I was serious. She threw the dishrag into the sink and stomped like a child into the bedroom. I shook my head and followed her in. She stopped and stared at the bag that was laying on the towel with the nozzle at it's end. This nozzle was much bigger than the one used in the doctors office and it was curved slightly.

"Come on...get undressed...you can leave on your shirt if you want or put on your night gown...but everything from the waist down comes off."

She started to get undressed with a huff and she opted to wear a night gown. This gave her a few more minutes as she had to decide which one to wear. She was really stalling this whole thing. When she was done and standing there I patted my lap.

"I was going to give you a choice as to what position you wanted to be in. Over my lap or on the bed in a knee chest...but you have acted like a child with all this, so your going over my lap like a child."

Her eyes widened as I told her she was going to be treated like a child and she came over slowly and looked down at my lap that now had the towel laid over it.

"Come on....over with you...I'm not going to let you stall any longer...this is like medicine and the doctor has ordered it."

Tears came to her eyes as she placed herself over my lap and I positioned her so that her bottom was slightly higher than her legs and head. I squirted some KY onto my index finger and with my ungloved hand parted her luscious mounds. Her little anus quivered as I looked down on it.

"Good girl...just my finger now." I said as I took my finger and made small circles around her tight rose bud. Her body jerked at my first touch and I held her with my arm. With slight pressure I started to enter into my wives anal ring. She was tense and I told her to relax as I waited for her to release. Soon her bottom relaxed and my finger slid into her tightness. She moaned as I pushed my finger around in her and played with her just a bit lubing her well.

"Good girl...that's it...open up and relax." I told her as I could feel her anal ring give some more. I fingered her for a bit, and I could tell she was not really enjoying it by the way she sniffled.

I pulled my finger out when I thought she was loose enough to take the nozzle. I warned her of it's invasion and I saw her rose bud clinch.

"If you relax it will make it so much easier on you babe."

Her little bottom quivered and she grunted to make herself release. I placed the tip of the nozzle right at her hole and told her to take a deep breath. As she did I slid the nozzle into her and she made a small squeak as it widened her then seated inside.

I looked down on her as I saw her anus and rectum try and work the invader out and my arousal was in full swing. I wondered if she could even feel my erection under the towel and through my pants.

I held the nozzle with one hand and released the clamp with the other. Her body took a slight jump as she started to fill. I rubbed her back and bottom.

"Good Misty...see it's not so bad is it?"

"I HATE IT…" She yelled. A grin came to my face as I looked down on my wives bottom with the tube coming out of it. I encouraged her to take deep breaths and relax. I massaged her cheeks and rubbed her back and tried to make this a good experience.

I started to take my one hand and massage deeper between the crevice of her legs just rubbing from her bottom down between her thighs. She was starting to get uncomfortable and I stopped the flow and told her to take some deep breaths.

"Tell me when you want me to start the enema again."

"Never…" She said in a huff. I waited patently still massaging her.

"This isn't going to stop just because you don't want to finish your enema...you have to take it all for it to work."

I could tell she was resisting and soon she told me to continue the enema. After I started it again, I again started to rub fingers down her crevice to between her legs. She made no attempt to open up for me and I just grinned.

"OK babe...it's all in now." I said to her and she groaned.

"God I have to go so bad." She said as I rubbed her all over.

"A few more minutes sweetie."

She moaned and groaned for a bit and I could tell she was crying from her sniffling.

"OK, time's up...want me to fallow you into the bathroom...or take the nozzle out here."

"Follow me," she said as she pushed her self off my lap and scurried to the bathroom. I watched as I followed her. Her bottom holding the nozzle inside and the tubing protruding from her crack. Before I let her sit down I made her bend over and I slowly pulled the nozzle from her bottom. She moaned and then sat hard on the seat. I smiled down at her as she looked at the floor and torrents of water expelled out of her. I left her to her privacy and went to the other bathroom to make up her rinse.

I was waiting for her when she came out. The bag hanging and the towel over my lap. She whined as I took her hand and led her over my knees. Her bottom was tight and I rubbed her back for her to relax. Soon her cheeks let go and I parted her bottom to expose her rose bud. This time I let my finger linger in her as I played with her and pushed in and out a bit watching her tight hole squeeze my finger.

"Come on." she said in exasperation and I giggled.

I inserted the nozzle and started the flow. I could hear her sigh as she started to feel the enema.

"Part your legs for me babe...come on." I started to pry her legs apart with my hand as she laid there with the tube running into her. I reached between her legs and started to massage her lips. She was somewhat wet as I slowly inserted two fingers into her.

"Oh Please," She said as she tried to squirm away from me.

"Just relax babe." I held her body tight to me and she tried to close her legs but my hand was already in place and was working her sex. The bag was about half empty when I slid one finger to her little clit and started to flick it with my finger. It swelled instantly as my fingers worked her. She was now panting and I could tell she was almost ready to release when I slowed my hand. I didn't want her to come too soon as she still had her holding time to work through.

When the bag emptied I started to work her sex more and her bottom started to raise and her legs parted. She was starting to grunt in that way that she does just before she orgasms. I held her tight to me as she started to buck and press back on my working hand more. Soon her body stiffened and I could feel her vaginal muscles pulse around my fingers. The tube in her bottom was jerking to her anal orgasm. I smiled down at her as she groaned and slumped back over my lap. Her breathing in quick gasps.

"Good girl...that's my girl." I said to her as I rubbed her back and I could see her body break out in goose bumps.

"See enemas can be very nice…" I said. She just made a huffing sound and soon we were off to the bathroom. After she released she came to bed and we made love. I had such an erection from giving her the enema that it didn't take me long to cum.

"You're loving this aren't you ?" She said to me after we were done.

"Well ya...I like to enema you...makes me feel horny." Her body shivered in my arms as we laid there.

From then on I gave Misty her enemas every other night. The doctor felt that she should continue with the treatments. Misty wasn't all that thrilled and sometimes even gave me a hard time when it came time for her enema. When this happened I would take her over my knee and give her a few spankings with my hand on her bare bottom to show her how she would be treated like a child if she didn't take her enema like a big girl. This seemed to arouse her more and it started to occur more frequently. I think she liked getting her enemas over my knee rather than on the bed in a knee chest position. This pleased me more as well and our sex life seemed to grow because of it.