Enemas have been a favorite kink since childhood but seldom practiced until I married in my mid-20s and learned that my beautiful wife had an extra loop of colon and could become constipated very easily.

She watched her diet carefully but there were those times she needed an enema to get things going again. Of course, I was only too glad to help and gave her warm, gentle enemas anytime she asked.

That marriage didn't last, but I took all my enema experiences with me when we split. During the five years I was single I always hinted around the subject with every woman I dated. Some of them took me up on an opportunity to do something kinky and erotic and some did not, but all in all, I continued to enjoy giving and receiving an occasional enema. I enjoyed each one and continued learning things as I eventually wandered into colonic irrigations.

My whole enema experience paid big dividends this past weekend when I was visiting a female friend. We were sitting on her patio, drinking a favorite wine when somehow the subject turned to how easy it was to get constipated while traveling or on vacation.

I admitted to her that I had experienced that myself, but would take a series of mild enemas to return to normal and that I even had had colonic irrigations, which were like a big continuous enema that a trained technician administered for an hour that turned into pure bliss for me. She had a lot of detailed questions about the enemas I had given and the colonics I had received. I gladly responded to each.

Finally, she said she was presently uncomfortable and would welcome a enema if she could just get some relief.

I was dumbstruck. This is a woman I had been in love with and in awe of for more than 30 years. While we had never had sex, not even close, I had seen her naked a few times and had even photographed her nude.

This beautiful redhead with a dynamite figure, huge 40EE breasts with large pouty nipples and a thick thatch of red pubic hair was asking me for an enema.

Trying to act casual and thinking nothing of her request, I asked if she had an enema kit of douche bag. No, she did not. I offered to run to the nearby drug store and secure the necessary instruments. She said I'd better because she would not know what to get.

Off to the store I went. They had only one enema combination kit, a cheap one and not what I wanted, but I shelled out the $5 and returned to my friend's house.

She was curious and had me take everything out and explain all of the pieces to her, how it when together and how each part was used.

Because we had planned a nice dinner, I told her i would give her a series of three enemas the next morning after we finished our morning coffee.

The rest of the evening was great. Our meal was perfect, our wine was great and we settled on her couch listening to music, talking about art and I ended up rubbing her feet.

We both soon drifted off th sleep where we sat but managed to get to bed around midnight. She in her bedroom and me in the guest room. I slept like a log and woke the next morning to the aroma of freshly brewed coffee.

I dressed and made my way to the kitchen where she was cutting fruit for breakfast in only a leopard print night gown.

I said good morning and said the coffee smelled good. She smiled, poured me a cup and brought it over to the kitchen table where I sat with a salad plate of sliced apple.

We made small talk for a while and then she asked how we were going to proceed with her enemas. I encouraged her to finish her coffee and try to get her bowels to move. She finished her first cup, poured a second and said, here goes as she headed for her room.

I finished the apple slices, poured my own second cup and went looking for her. Her shower and commode adjoin her bedroom but there is no door. She was sitting on the toilet when I looked and asked if she had had any luck. She had not.

I said okay, we'll get started. I told her I would give her three enemas -- one with Ivory soap suds and two with plain water to rinse the soap out and to go higher into her colon and perhaps bring more relief.

I filled the bag with warm water, a shot of liquid Ivory soap, and shook it up before hanging the bag on a nearby light stand.

I explained that I would use Vaseline to lubericate her anus before inserting my finger into her rectum to coat it with Vaseline before inserting the small enema tip I had put on the hose.

She said, okay, I'm trusting you. This is medicinal, right?

I assured her it was indeed necessary as I needed to find out just how blocked up she was and I needed to learn her anatomical build so I would know how to best insert the enema nozzle.

She nodded her understanding and asked how I wanted her. I told her I wanted her to lay on her stomach, legs apart with a pillow under her stomach.

With those instructions, she pulled up her night gown around her waist and laid face down. Her legs were only inches apart so I took hold of her ankles and spread them wider as I told her to relax.

With both hands, I spread her beautiful ass cheeks apart, took a long look at her anus and hairy labia before reaching for the Vaseline. I told her she was beautiful and asked her to hold her cheeks open for me.

She spread herself wide and I got a small glob of Vaeline on each index finger.

I said, just relax, breathe deeply, I'm going to lube your anus first. It was heavenly and I enjoyed it too much. Then I put the second glob on the same finger, placed it against her pink pucker hole and pushed. I could hear her exhale as I went two knuckles deep, twisted my finger around before probing as deeply as I could before moving my finger all round her insides.

I felt a couple of hard balls of stool and told her I could feel what needed to come out. She mumbled an apology but clearly was enjoying this new sensation. As I removed my finger from the velvety squeeze of her spincter muscles, I asked how she was doing.

Fine, she said. That wasn't bad, she added.

I retrieved the hose and small nozzle, told her to take a deep breath and let it out. As she exhaled, I pushed the nozzle in, wiggled it around a little as if that was necessary before opening the clamp.

The water started to flow and I asked if she could feel the warm soapy water. She said yes but it was different than she had thought it would be. I added different how? She said it felt good.

I told her to let me know when she felt full that I would stop the flow. After about a pint, she said she felt full. I stopped the flow and told her to take deep breaths and let me know if the fullness subsided. Shortly, she said she felt better so I started the flow again but at a slower rate.

In a couple of minutes, she said she didn't think she could hold anymore so I closed the clamp and encouraged her to take more deep breaths as I held the nozzle in her rectum and continued to enjoy the view.

In a couple of minutes, I told her to clamp down with her muscles and I would remove the nozzle and she could go to the potty.

I helped her to her feet and she walked the few feet to the nearby toilet and sat down. I told her to continue holding the soapy water as long as she could before releasing and to sit up straight on the commode so the water could work its way out.

I moved around the end of the bed and out of her sight giving her some physicological privacy. Soon, I heard the pint or so of water gush from her. When it was quiet, I asked how she was doing. She admitted it must have worked because some balls of stool came out with the water.

I told her good job and continue sitting for a while until she felt as though she had released the all the enema water.

While she sat, I went back to her basin and emptied the bag of the soapy water, rinsed it out, removed the small enema tip from the hose and traded it for the longer douche nozzle. I began running the water again to warm it up and refill the two quart bag..

Finished with her releasing, she came to the basin and watched as I readied her next enema. She asked if I was going to re-lube her before her second enema. I could hear a hint of desire in her question. Of course, I said. I don't want you to feel any discomfort.

She nodded and turned toward the bed and asked how I wanted her. I instructed her to stack her pillows under her hips and to lay fully back with her feet in the air and knees apart. She giggled and said, yes, doctor, as she complied with her feet pointing up at the ceiling and legs fully apart.

I had a great view of her vulvas, labia and clitoris as well as her little pink anus. I reached for the Vasrline and told her I would first lube her anus outside and then her inner rectum and sphincter muscles. She said, ok, and I went to work.

This time I took longer lubing her inside and feeling around as I told her the stools I felt before were gone. I pushed my finger deeper and probed a bit more before slowly removing my finger from the grip of her sphincter. She didn't complain or ask me to hurry my lubing activities.

As I reached for the douche nozzle, I greased it with the Vaseline on my finger before positioning it at her pucker hole. I instructed her to take a deep breath and exhale as I slowly pushed the nozzle home. After asking if she felt ok, I opened the clamp and began the flow.

I encouraged her to take deep breaths as I massaged her stomach with one hand while I held the nozzle in place with the other. When the bag half collapsed, she said she felt full. I closed the clamp and continued my massaging until she said she could take a little more.

She took maybe a cup more before asking me to stop. I stopped the flow but held the nozzle deeply in place saying the water needed time to move up her colon and soften any additional matter before she went to the toilet.

In about five minutes, I removed the nozzle and helped her to her feet. She hurried to the pot and let the water gush from her. When the initial flow stopped, she looked between her legs and announced, just dirty water.

Well, stay with it, I encouraged as I took the bag back to the basin to empty and refill with warmer water.

When she felt empty, she came back to the bed and asked how I wanted her. I told her on her knees with her shoulders and breasts on the bed. She moved into position, but I had to push her legs further apart to get the best view of her anus and labia.

I began with the external lubing again before plunging into her rectum with another finger loaded with the Vaseline. I took my time as I enjoyed her grip on my finger, which I can still sense as I type this account.

Satisfied I couldn't delay any longer I retrieved the nozzle again, greased it and slowly started it on its last journey.

This time, with her hips higher, I hoped she could take more rinse water comfortably. She didn't, but I stopped the flow, held the nozzle in place and reached between her spread legs to massage her stomach. In a couple of minutes, I removed the nozzle a last time as she hurried to the toilet and let out her last rinse enema.

We talked casually as she released in spurts as if it was the most natural thing in the world for me to be there, hearing and watching before returning the enema bag to the basin and a final cleanup.

I hung her equipment on a nearby towel rod to dry and told her I would go take a shower while she finished her release.

After I was showered and dressed I went back into her room where she was naked and had just gotten out of the shower and was drying herself. I asked how she felt and she said it felt good to be clean inside and out and that her tummy felt good.

I sat on the bed as she put lotion all over her body before starting to dress. First a large cupped bra for her big titties before a skimpy pair of panties hid her golden pubic hair and butt crack from my appreciative view.

She smilingly asked how my wife would respond if she knew what we had done. I told her she probably wouldn't be happy, but we didn't really do anything any healthcare professional wouldn't do.

She nodded in agreement and said she felt so refreshed that I would have to repeat the enemas every visit.

Being the gentleman I am, I consented to her wishes.