My future wife, Anne, was a school friend of my younger sister and sometimes used to come home with her after school. I used to walk Anne home when she came to visit us as she lived exactly at the other side of the estate from us. She was a vivacious girl, long dark hair, dark brown eyes, a sticking-out shaped bottom and large breasts.

Anne was just 18 and I was 19 when we first met and we started to go out regularly and we started petting and mutual masturbation when I took her home. Her house had a hall before you went into the living room and we stayed out there petting as she had a mum, dad, two sisters and a brother at home. Her mother's next door neighbour had young children and Anne and I would baby-sit for them. We would lock the door to give ourselves as much warning as possible and would play with each other sexually but not have intercourse. However she love to receive oral and I grew to love giving it. She was very hairy down there and used to climax very noisily and sometimes would even appear to pass out briefly with the intensity of it. We talked about sex and finally decided to have intercourse the next time we babysat. I bought a condom and we both lost our virginity on the settee at her neighbour's house. But the funny thing was that when I came and then pulled out of her the condom had split and all I had round my penis was a ring of rubber from the bottom of the condom and the rest of it was inside Anne. I had to go fishing inside her with my fingers to get it out and we had an anxious month waiting for her period to arrive, which thankfully it did.

We used to go to visit her grandparents who lived locally and they would go down to the pub for a drink and we would join them after an hour or so. But during that hour Anne and I together did everything we could sexually and it was there that I first had anal intercourse. I had always played with Anne's anus while having sex and she had always enjoyed a finger in her bum whilst I licked her pussy so anal sex was the next obvious step. We often had sex with her laying flat on her back and the dining room table at her grandparents was just the right height. She lay on a blanket on the table on her back. I sucked her until she came with a Vaseline'd finger in her bottom. I then greased her anus and my prick thoroughly with Vaseline and I slowly pushed my erection into her bottom and for the first time had anal sex with her. Afterwards I asked if it hurt and she denied it, saying that it just made her bottom feel empty when I pulled out.

We were married a couple of years later and we went to live in a small rented house. Now having a home of our own and with us both at work we had no worries and were able to experiment sexually without having to worry about neighbours and family popping in and surprising us.

In our city there used to be an old-fashioned surgical goods shop. Alas, it is no longer there. We used to buy pessaries there, which we put in Anne's pussy as a contraceptive, the pill not yet being as common as it is today. The pessaries fizzed as they got wet and were probably a spermicide. But that shop also had vibrators for sale and they were also not easy to find back then. So Anne and I chose one and she took to it like a duck to water. She loved me to use a vibrator on her nipples and pussy lips and finally inside her and would have large noisy climaxes and would quite happily use it on herself wile I watched. Among other things this shop sold were enema syringes and douche syringes. I bought one of the latter, which was made of red rubber, held about a pint of water, and had a hard penis-shaped nozzle of black plastic for use in the vagina. However, if you took the large nozzle off there was a thinner one inside that was used for enemas. Now I was able to give myself enemas, which I did. Anne knew, but wasn't interested in trying that. But had no objection to me doing it to myself.

Anne became pregnant 18 months after we married. We had an active sex life even then, trying bondage and spanking neither of which we liked, and she was quite happy to let me see her pee, another of my interests. She would also come and hold my prick when I was having a pee, directing the stream into the toilet. The pregnancy slowed down our sex life a little but Anne was still happy for me to suck her to a climax and still happy to have anal sex. It sometimes used to make her fart a lot, which we found funny. At this time in English law anal sex with a woman was still an offence and the maximum prison sentence was life imprisonment! Anne did get constipated with pregnancy and more than once she took laxatives rather than let me give her an enema.

One Friday evening when Anne was over eight month's pregnant we were visiting her mother's house and we were all watching a Dracula film. It was about 11pm when Anne started to have labour pains. I rang the hospital and they said to bring her in. So I drove her in my little car to the Women's Hospital in town and went up to the ward with her. This hospital later closed down and was converted in flats and a pub which because of the many births there was called "The Gooseberry Bush", as in those days when a child asked where they came from it was common for the parents to say ‘they found them as a baby under the gooseberry bush'.

We had wanted a home birth but the midwife was worried about it being Anne's first child so had insisted on a hospital birth. Anne was only 19 and was frightened and asked the nurse if I could stay with her. It was very quiet at that time of night and the nurse agreed so long as I would leave if asked. I agreed and stayed while the nurse examined Anne. I had already shaved her pussy some time earlier so that didn't need doing and then the nurse came in and said Anne was to have an enema to empty her bowels to make it easier for the baby to be born and did she want me to leave. I looked at Anne and she said no, so I watched from Anne's front as the nurse gave her an enema just as I had received years earlier with a funnel and a jug of warm soapy water. I couldn't see anything and just comforted Anne who took all the water without complaint and then sat on a bedpan and let fly. Soon after she said she had a wet bottom and the bedpan was full so the nurse brought an empty bedpan for her. Her bottom was washed afterwards and we went into a side ward to wait. By then the labour pains had stopped and nothing was happening so after an hour or so I went home. I came to visit her on Saturday morning and Saturday night and nothing was happening. Finally I was rung at home on Sunday morning to be told I had a son so I dashed to the hospital to meet my son for the first time. Later Anne told me that the thing that annoyed was that because it was two days after her first enema she had to have another enema before the birth. She hadn't found it painful as she feared, but didn't enjoy it either, I suppose the circumstances of worry and pain of the birth remove any pleasurable feeling there may have been.

This was my second close encounter with a female being given an enema, but I had yet to give one to a woman myself. That wasn't to happen for another year or so yet.