ENEMAS: Give it, Get it, Watch it or Be Watched

@Real_Screamer said,

She watched closely and even began to masturbate as I took my enemate’s panties down and off. This lady’s pussy was drenched too and I knew we were going to have a threesome enema session for the books. …. We took turns exchanging soapy enemas and warm saltwater rinses and each of us gave and received in round robin fashion. …. The grand finale was threesome fucking and oral sex between the three of us like there was no tomorrow.

During our first vacation, the summer after my wife and I were married, we stayed with her best friend Peggy (not her real name) for a week. The description in your post could very easily describe what took place during our visit. On the second day, the two girls approached me about a having a threesome, something I couldn’t turn down. That evening, me and the two girls, did basically what was in your description during our first threesome. Good times and good memories for all involved. Opening a door, for my wife and I, that I couldn’t have imagined in my wildest dreams when we got married.

I would sure love to be watched by a group while receiving an enema and also watch another being given one. The only person that has seen me receiving one is the person giving it to me and that is only a couple of times while getting one in the hospital prior to surgery. Would love to enjoy in a private discreet setting with another!

A friend and I were talking one night. I had given him many enemas before. He was complaining that I hadn't been over to see him lately. He asked, "when will you give me an enema again?". I said, "right now. Get up and take off all your clothes, right now!". He stuttered and complied. I marched him into his room, made him get on the exam table he had, and asked him why he was so whiny? He said he hadn't had any enemas lately and was mad about it. I asked him if he had been bad lately. He answered yes. I spanked his rear end about 20-25 times until he was completely in tears. I told him I would be back in a few minutes with the warmest, soapiest, largest retention enema he had ever had. He begged me to just give him bulb enemas but I told him I would make him pay for being bad. I gave him a three quart, soapy enema with a double balloon nozzle and made him hold it for ten minutes before letting him run to the bathroom, remove the nozzle and expel. I gave him three more just like it and one rinse enema and then spanked him again just when he thought his ordeal was over. He loved every minute of it. And so did I.

When my husband and I recited our wedding vows 41 years ago, in my wildest dreams, I could not have imagined that an enema bag would sometimes bring us together, showing our love and caring for each other.

I’ve shared my thoughts many times in 15 years on Zity, but I think the “bottom line” is that between the two of us, enemas are more than a bag full of warm water with a pinch of salt or Castile soap hanging by the bed, they can also help keep the fires burning in our marriage. I know that sounds crazy, but when my insides are tied up and I’ve got a splitting headache, and my husband is coaching me to deep breathe, there is a little bit of love on the end of that rubber tube that he’s sliding into my bottom.

I like all the combinations of roles as a giver and receiver. Love experimenting and it will be lots of fun for all.

I prefer to give the enema and decide what the solution, amount, position, etc. will be. In the giving role, I prefer to be in charge.

Watching an enema isn't half bad either!