"Hey John, do you have a minute to talk?"

"Sure," I said. "What's up?" I asked into my cellphone.

"Is it okay to come over?"

"Of course."

Emily and I had known each other since grade school and ended up living across the street from each other. Phil and I had become close as had Emily and my wife Katie. The friendship was a long one, our kids growing up together, holidays, parties, and school events. We still got together socially, but not as much as when we were bonded by the kids. Both our spouses traveled a lot for work. In fact, they had just driven to the airport together, flying to one city or another. Both were in sales, but it was unusual for them to be gone at the same time. It was kind of a custom for the at-home couple to invite the solo person over for a glass of wine and dinner.

There was a tap at the door and ship opened it a bit. "Come on in, Emily," I yelled from the back bedroom. She looked pert and cute as always, dressed in white short shorts and a snug top.

"Thanks. I just sort of needed some help with something and it's kind of awkward to ask."

"What do you mean?"

"Well... I'll just get right to the point. You remember a couple of weeks ago, we were all having dinner and we were talking about the good old days and Katie told us you briefly gave people colonics?"

"Um.... yeah, it's something I don't talk about much. It was just a funny thing that happened a long time ago."

"But you know how to do... it's kind of embarrassing... enemas and stuff?"

My ears perked up. She now had my full attention. "Uh... sure."

"So... like do you give Katie enemas?"

I couldn't believe we were having this conversation. "Of course. She loves.... well... maybe she wouldn't want me talking about it."

"See. It's kind of an embarrassing subject."

"No, actually I am happy to talk about it. To be honest, I love enemas and colonics. We shouldn't be ashamed of our bodies and our natural functions. We shower and brush our teeth, shampoo our hair, douche, trim our fingernails... so what's the big deal about rinsing our insides? We've all just become uptight about it. It's a social stigma. It wasn't too many years ago that people thought it was obscene to show your belly button. We all poop, for heaven's sake."

"Wow, John. You're kind of passionate about this."

"Oh, sorry. I guess I got off on a rant."

"No. That was perfect. I was wondering if you could help me?"

"Sure...Em. What's up?"

"Well... I don't know much about enemas... actually zero. So I had a few questions and now it doesn't seem so awkward to talk about it."

"I'd be happy to tell you anything I know."

"Well, that's not it, exactly. I'm just going to come out and say this.... I was hoping you'd come over and help me take an enema. I don't really know what I'm doing. I just need to have one and I thought you've been such a close friend and it might be a little weird but you're very open-minded and good with these things and now I'm just babbling."

DANGER. Danger Will Robinson. I was getting an erection.. never a good thing when in the private company of your best friend's wife. Just the conversation was getting me going. Talk was one thing, but Emily was asking me to give her an enema? Wow. I was liking this idea a lot. "Are you okay, Emily. Nothing serious?" I imagined a whole range of unpleasant tests she must be having.

"Oh, no John. No, nothing like that. Everything's fine. It's just a little thing I need to do."

"Okay... okay. You had me worried for a minute."

"No, nothing to worry about. You know, I mentioned this enema thing to Phil and he was totally grossed out."

"I understand. That's most people's reaction. But it's really very simple. Very easy. Feels good and it's not gross at all." Now I was selling this. The conversation was driving me crazy. I was ready to tear her off her panties right now.

"They feel good?" Emily asked with a smile.

"Well... yeah. I like them. It leaves you with a really clean and light feeling. For me, anyway."

"That's encouraging. Maybe this could actually be sorta fun."

Oh god. I had already made up my mind to do this. This sort of opportunity doesn't happen very often. Would Katie mind? Well... it's not like I was going over to have an affair or anything. I was helping out a friend, that's all. I pushed the thought of Katie deep down. This could just be between Emily and me. "Are you absolutely sure you need my help?"

"If you don't mind John. I would really appreciate it - as long as it won't gross YOU out."

"Are you kidding. Of course not. No problem."

"Do I need to pick up anything at the drugstore?"

"Not a thing. I have everything. So when where you thinking?"

"An hour, my place?" Emily asked.

"Alright."

Emily looked over her shoulder and smiled at me as she walked across the street to her house. I wasn't sure if she always walked like that, but man, did she rock those shorts. I looked at my watch. Katie wouldn't touch down for a few hours. I was having second thoughts. It's not like I'm cheating or anything I told myself. This is more like a procedure, helping out a friend, like fixing her washer or something. It's just that she needed to remove her panties for this little project. I was getting a serious erection again.

I shaved and showered and couldn't stop thinking about Emily as I spritzed on some cologne. It felt like I was going on a first date. I hadn't been so excited about something in a long long time and now I was wondering if this was Emily's first time, or maybe her mom give her enemas as a kid. I would think if she had had enemas as a child she would know how to do it herself. Maybe not. I am over thinking the situation. I started to open the duffle bag where I kept my collection of enema gear. Then I decided just to bring the whole thing. Who knows what I was going to need.

I slipped on some draw string pants and a tee shirt but when I looked in the mirror I could clearly see my half-hard erection. I took off my pants and replaced my boxers with some snug briefs. I looked out the window and felt a thrill of exhilaration and a wave of guilt as I stared at Emily's house. I shook it off and looked at my watch. Time to go.

As I walked across the street I looked to see if anyone was watching. It felt as if my bag was transparent and anyone could see what's inside. "Hey, John. Nice enema bag you have there." It could just as easily be my fix it tools. But it wasn't. My bag was packed with rectal syringes, enema bags, tubes and nozzles of every size and variety, lubes and lotions; and toys: anal beads, butt plugs, dildos (glass, silicone, and plastic).

Emily opened the door and I dropped my bag at the door. She hugged me and led me to the kitchen, handing me a stiff cocktail as we sat down on the bar stools. She smiled wide and all was right with the world.

"So what have you been up to all weekend," she asked.

"Well, yesterday Katie and I had a bunch of errands and most of today I've been fixing the sprinklers in the back yard."

We chit-chatted into a second drink and caught up on the neighborhood gossip, a summary of our adult kids current events, and discussed a camping trip the four of us had planned for later in the summer. There was a lull in the conversation, and the elephant in the room loomed over us. I felt a lump in my throat. She spoke first.

"So should we get started?" Emily asked quite calmly as she swallowed the last of her second cocktail.

"Yes, let's do it," I said with new found liquid courage. "Where do you think is best?"

"Let's use Jill's room. There's a bathroom right next to the bed."

"Perfect."

I grabbed my bag and followed her upstairs secretly admiring her tight rear end as she climbed the stairs. I had been wanting to see what was under those shorts for a long time. We were maybe seven or eight when we played "doctor" and that's the last time I got a peek. We entered her oldest daughter's room which was a complete throw back to her high school days. There were posters and cheerleading gear everywhere despite the fact she hadn't lived there for at least eight years. The room was bright and cheery. I looked around to see how I was going to set this up. The adjoining bathroom was perfect for this purpose.

"What do we need? Emily asked.

"Maybe a couple of nice big towels."

"Coming up," she said as she scurried back down the stairs.

I couldn't see a spot to hang the enema bag so I set up the portable IV stand I kept at the bottom of my bag. It was very light weight but surprisingly sturdy. I selected my favorite two quart bag. It had a nice bulging shape when filled and didn't look too intimidating. I attached a translucent hose which was long and soft. I put a washcloth from the sink on the nightstand and looked at my selection of nozzles. I decided on a medium black one that had a large bulge. It was on the small side for me, but was always comfortable for Katie. I attached it to the hose and hung the empty bag on the stand. Emily appeared shortly wearing nothing but a huge sheer tee shirt, towels tucked under each arm.

"I took off my underwear."

"I can see that," I said starring at her nipples and then down to the dark patch visible through the fabric. Did I mention I had an erection? I had been in a constant state of partial to full boner all afternoon. I was starting to get an ache in my balls and I could feel slippery wetness ooze out of my penis from time to time.

She ignored my comment but turned to see the equipment I had set up. "This all looks very serious."

"Not to worry. Just a plain old enema bag," I said as casually as I could. There was a good deal of unspoken tension in the room. I took a towel from Emily and spread it out on the bed, and pulled a pillow from beneath the covers and placed it at the top of the towel. Then we just stared at each other.

"Now what?" she asked, breaking the silence.

"Just get comfortable on the bed, and I'll fill the enema bag. Cover yourself up with the other towel."

I took the bag into the bathroom and ran the water till warm. I filled the bag, purged the air from the tube, and filled it again. I put in a generous squirt of lavender soap jiggled it to mix it up into a nice milky solution. That was sure to get things moving. I hung the dripping bag from the pole and placed the nozzle next to her on the towel. She watched me carefully as I opened the tube of KY and began coating the nozzle. I smiled at her. "You can never have enough lubricant," I said.

"Amen."

We were coming upon the defining moment. There could be no enema until this nozzle was in her bottom. This was a very delicate situation. As much of a wolf as I was, I fell back on my training for modest clients. I held out the nozzle and suggested, "Why don't you turn on your side, reach under the towel, and gently insert this. I'll look the other way and you let me know when you're ready." I thought this might be the most diplomatic and least revealing solution. But she just stared at me.

"I don't want to." She finally said, sounding resigned and pouty. I guess wasn't surprised she'd had a change of heart. This was a very weird situation we found ourselves in.

"I can just leave everything here for you." I was disappointed but a bit relieved at the same time.

"No. That's not it. I thought you were going to help me. I don't really know what I'm doing and you're the expert after all. Just tell me and I'll do anything you ask. But can you please give me the enema."

My pulse was beating in my ears. I could feel blood rushing to my face. I was actually shaking. "Okay, Em. You're sure?"

"I'm sure." She looked at me with her big blue eyes and smiled, "It's okay, John."

I gathered myself up and took charge of the situation. "I need you to turn on your side facing away from me, then pull your right leg up toward your chest."

"I like it when you're so authoritative."

"Sorry. I didn't mean..."

"I'm just having fun with you."

Emily turned on her side and pulled her up her leg. I knew how revealing this position was. It was a doctor's favorite for performing rectal and vaginal examinations. I was more than eager to get a look under the towel. But I had a sudden inspiration. "Em... I think it's best if I lubricated you with some KY before I insert the nozzle. It'll make it easier and more comfortable. You okay with that?"

"Go for it."

I sat next to her on the bed and folded back the towel, revealing two beautiful white buttocks with a perfect, tightly puckered anus between them. The entire area around my wife's anus was much darker, but in Emily, her anus was just a tiny plum-colored island in a sea of white. Unlike my wife, her vagina wasn't just an extension of her anus. It was a completely separate, pink pair of moistened lips. Heavenly. It had been a very long time since I had seen another woman up close like this and I felt a straining bulge in my briefs.

"Hey, doc. Are you staring?"

"Uhh...professional interest only."

"Liar." She repositioned herself provocatively, shoving her rear a little closer to me. "Phil doesn't even like to look back there. I'm kind of proud of it."

"You should be. It's quite beautiful."

"Thank you," she said with great emphasis.

I squeezed a generous glob of KY onto my fingertip. "It's going to feel cold, Em," I warned. I touched down smack dab in center of her anus, and it clenched tightly. I began to massage around in a circle and I could tell she was relaxing. She rewarded me with some quiet groans. I tentatively eased my finger in, letting in find its way into the tight, slippery hotness.

"Oh god, John. Your finger's in my butt!"

I pulled it out quickly.

"No - keep on going. I was just commenting."

I squeezed some more lubricant on my finger and I worked it in deeper, tugging from side to side to loosen her up a bit. I looked up and her eyes were closed and there was a smile on her face. She was obviously enjoying the attention. She groaned and sighed and I felt her squeezing my finger with her anus.

"Time to put in the nozzle." I placed the tip into her anus a wiggled the head until it found its way into the opening. "Relax, honey. Nice and easy. If we go slowly, it won't be uncomfortable."

"You called me honey."

"Oh, sorry."

"How often do you do this to Katie?"

"No comment."

"Does she like it when you put your finger in HER butt?."

"Emily."

"Okay then. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.........."

"Thought you might not notice the nozzle going in while you were jabbering."

"How could I not notice THAT! Is it in all the way?"

"All the way."

"Kinda hurts, but it's getting better."

"Just relax, Em. Deep breath for me and let it out slowly." Emily's bottom now had the end of the large black nozzle peeking out of it surrounded by a ring of glistening jelly. I admired the view for a moment then snapped open the clamp and just let it go full flow.

"Oh god, I can feel it going in. What happens next?"

"In a bit your are going to have an overwhelming urge to poop."

She was quiet for a while and I was surprised to see that almost a quart had gone into her tiny body.

"I didn't poop this morning."

"Yes, I know. You will now."

"How do you know ... oh god, the pressure."

"Try to take as much as you can, Emily. The more the better. Deep breath, honey."

"TAKE IT OUT. TAKE IT OUT."

I giggled as I realized she didn't have much experience. She had asked for it and I had delivered. Emily flew off the bed and made a bee line for the toilet. There was no time to close the door and I watched as she exploded. The first wave was followed by a very long fart, followed by random plopping sounds and finally another blast of water. Variations of this went on for a bit.

"Holy shit," I heard her mumble as she flushed the toilet. She shut the door and turned on the fan. I heard the toilet flush again and then her washing her hands. She emerged from the bathroom rather sheepishly and sat on the bed next to me, her eyes directed to the floor.

"Whew! that was a rush."

"Works every time," I said.

"Wipes you out, though. I could take a nap. Know what - I'll be right back."

I heard her scurry down the stairs and while she was gone I hunted through my bag until I found what I was looking for. I emptied the enema bag, rinsed out the soap and refilled it to the tippy top with very warm water. I was bent over straightening the towel on the bed when Emily bumped me from behind with her pelvis. "Boo," she said. I turned around and she was holding two shot glasses filled with a light colored liquid. "Tequila for the naughty and nice."

"Geez, Emily."

"Both of them right now mister. I already did two downstairs. Down them now or I'm gonna kick your ass."

The liquid burned as it went down and I coughed a little.

"Suck on my wrist."

She offered up her arm which was coated with salt and lime. It was surprisingly sexy to lick it off of her. She glanced at the bed.

"Oh my god, John. What the hell is that?"

"It's a special nozzle, just for you, Emily."

"It looks like a science experiment gone wrong. I can't even imagine what all that does."

"You're about to find out."

"Oh, I think we're done for the day."

"Are you playing hard to get? You NEED another enema because you're full of shit."

"You're full of shit, John. There you are, all smug, looking at my bare ass. This is only fair." With that last comment, in some super-wife move, she hooked the elastic of both my pants and my briefs and pulled them down to my ankles. "Good god, John. What's going on here? That thing looks like it could cut glass."

I think I turned beet red. "Well...uh.. um.." Clearly the liquor was at work. Social lubrication, it's sometimes called.

"I'm actually flattered, and you should be proud of that thing." She turned with her back toward me, and with two hands pulled her huge tee shirt off and over her head. Her auburn hair fell back down her naked back and I was simply dumbstruck. "So are you going to give me that enema or not?"

The sun was going down and the room was darker now and cast in deep shadows. Emily picked up the tangle of bulbs and tubes that made up the double balloon nozzle and handed it to me. She laid down on the bed and grinned at me. "Take off your shirt, already and do whatever your going to do to me with the plumbers nightmare."

I got the double balloon ready and gooped it up with KY. Emily turned on her side in anticipation. "No, Emily. You need to get up on all fours with your rear end towards me."

"Like this?"

"Yeah... but now lower your chest to the bed."

"Oh, dear this feels naughty."

"And now spread your knees apart."

"This is going to hurt, isn't it?" Emily asked from between her legs.

"No, not really. It will just be kind of intense," I said as I began slathering KY between her cheeks. I squeezed the air out of the internal balloon and began working the tip into Emily's tight little behind. I takes a little work and finesse to get a slippery, floppy nozzle into a tight little butt hole.

"Oh, John. I bet you do this to all the girls," Emily teased.

"No. Just for you, Em."

"You make me feel SO special. Oh god... what's happening."

"The nozzle grows like a balloon once it's inside of you. I'm squeezing the bulb to inflate it."

"It feels crazy good," she snorted.

"Doesn't Phil do this for you?" I asked returning the silly questions she asked me about Katie.

"I wish."

I tugged on the nozzle to seat the internal balloon and she started wiggling her butt around. I began inflating the outer balloon.

"Oh.. geeze, it's tight."

"Yep. Makes a nice seal and it can't pop out."

Suddenly, she stood up, hoses dangling from her bottom, turned and caught me off guard. She pushed me down hard on the bed. I landed flat on my back. Her naked little body scrambled on top of me and pinned my shoulders with her hands. She reached over and snapped open the clamp on the enema hose then proceeded to gently sit on the tip of my penis. She wiggled this way and that until she got things lined up and then began to sit down slowly, drawing me up inside of her inch by inch.

"Oh god ... it feels so tight," she groaned with pleasure.

"Yeah... the balloon.... (gasp)," was all I could say as the sensation of slipping into Emily's hot, tight, velvety wet vagina was overwhelming. She took me to the hilt, then just sat there quietly. I could feel the occasional spasm of her vaginal muscles.

Excruciatingly slowly she began riding me up and down, never letting the tip of my penis come out. The dangling inflator bulbs were hitting my scrotum. I had to fight the urge to grab her by the shoulders and pump hard until I climaxed. Her eyes were closed tightly and I could almost hear her purring like a kitten. Up and down. Up and down. We each were savoring the sensations of every stroke. She moved her grip to my biceps and leaned down a little closer to me. Up and down. Up and down. The enema was still filling her slowly. I could feel the grip on my arms tighten. Up and down. Up and down. Her fingertips began to dig into my flesh and she was starting to snort a bit like a winded horse. The stroking increased in speed and I thought her fingernails were going to puncture my flesh. Suddenly, she drove her pelvis down hard against mine and cried out like a wounded animal. "ARRRR......GGGGGHHHHHHH." The insides of her vagina began throbbing and clasping my penis as if she were squeezing it in her fist. It was my point of no return. I grabbed Emily around the neck and bumped short and hard against her clitoris until the hot semen that had been building up inside of me all day was pumping into her. I felt the hot liquid begin oozing out of her and dripping onto my skin.

We were both sweating profusely as Emily rolled off of me onto her side. I watched the last of the two quarts drain into her and the bag go perfectly flat. I got up carefully and clamped the hose and took the bag from the pole. I helped Emily up and seated her on the toilet. She she seemed totally exhausted. I found the bulbs and released the balloons. I then reached up between her legs and found the tube guiding my hand up between her buttocks. I tugged the device out of her bottom. A blast of hot water hit my hand and she spread her legs so I could remove the gear. I put everything in the sink and washed my hands, returning to Emily to massage her neck and back as she expelled the water in waves. After a while, the expulsions settled down and she just sat there with her eyes closed and her elbows on her knees.

I started the shower and let the hot spray hit my face. Soon, Emily joined me and hugged me from behind for a long time. The sarcastic, playful and uninhibited Emily had been replaced by a quieter one. I held her hands as she leaned back putting her face under the stream and soaking her beautiful hair. Without a word between us we took turns soaping each other, gently exploring and massaging and shampooing each other's hair.

"This never happened, John."

"You're not having any medical tests tomorrow, are you?"

"I never said that."

"I thought...."

"All I said was that I needed an enema tonight."

"You got your enema. Two, in fact."

"How did I do for my first time?"

"You're right, Emily. This never happened."