I have had a life long interest in enemas but never had an opportunity to approach my wife about it. I had pretty much given up enemas for the 10+ years we had been married. She sometimes had stomach problems and had been to the doctor a few times about it some time ago. After some tests, including a barium enema, they concluded that the problem was most likely due to trapped gas that wasn’t moving down her colon, but nothing serious. They prescribed the typical high fiber diet.
She continued to have problems off and on and one night when she was complaining and thinking about going back to the doctor I said, “Have you ever thought that you might just need an enema?” Strange as it may seem, she didn’t know exactly what an enema was but had an idea. I explained what it was and asked “Didn’t your mother ever give you an enema when you were young?” She said she hadn’t and I told her that it was worth a try since it was better than going to the doctor and being subjected to all those tests. She hated the thought of what tests a doctor might prescribe so she was agreeable but said she didn’t know what to do.
Realizing how this was unfolding it was all I could do to control myself. I told her that I would be happy to show her and thought there was something we could use in the closet downstairs. I had remembered that there was an old sitz bath downstairs that she had been given after she had our second child but had never thrown away. It had what looked like a typical disposable hospital enema bag with the clear plastic tubing but there were only small holes in the side, not at the end. I checked the end of the tubing and found that it was very smooth and would do no damage when inserted. In fact, since the holes were small, the enema would flow slowly and perhaps be easier to tolerate.
After showing her the bag, she followed me upstairs into our bathroom. (It was all I could do to stop from shaking uncontrollably at the thought of actually giving her an enema. I had never dreamed that this day would come.) As I filled the bag with warm water she was a little apprehensive and said she could probably do it herself. I calmed her and said it was no big deal and that it would be easier if I helped.
She agreed and took off her pants and panties. I told her to kneel down and put her head down so that her ass was sticking up in the air. My wife had never allowed me access to her ass and had no interest in anal sex so this was truly a dream come true. Here I was sitting on the edge of the bathtub with a jar of Vaseline in my hand with my wife bent over offering her ass to me as I was ready to give her an enema. It doesn’t get any better than this I thought.
Wanting to make it a good experience, I told her to relax and take a few deep breaths. I told her that I would need to lubricate her bum so the tube would slide in easily without hurting her. I placed a gob of Vaseline on my finger and spread her ass cheeks with the other hand. I gently rubbed the Vaseline around her asshole and ever so slowly began to push my finger into her ass. With a slow steady pressure her asshole slowly opened to envelop my finger. I slowly pushed it in all the way and could not believe how tight her ass was.
I asked if she was OK and made sure it wasn’t too uncomfortable and she said she was fine. I slowly rotated my finger and moved it in and out slightly to lubricate her anus and rectum. I’m sure I took longer than necessary but it was just too good to resist. There’s nothing like the feeling of a tight anus clenching around your finger.
After she was sufficiently lubricated I put some Vaseline on the end of the hose and, spreading her cheeks with one hand, I used the other to insert the tube into her rectum. Asking if she was ready she said that she was and I released the clamp. I told her that eventually she would feel full and a strong urge to poop but that she should take as much of the enema as she could before expelling. She complained that she was getting full once and I stopped the flow and told her to hold it in. She was OK after a short minute and once again started the enema flowing, explaining that the more she took the better.
After she took about half the bag she said she couldn’t take any more. Not wanting to press my luck, I removed the enema tube and left the bathroom so she could expel. I ended up giving her two more enemas that night to make sure she was cleaned out. She took them without complaining and although they didn’t cure her completely, they did make her feel better.
I’d like to report that this turned into a regular habit but no such luck. I have given her a couple more enemas since then that I’ll describe in a later post. She still takes the occasional enema but now that she knows how to do it she takes them by herself as she’s “embarrassed” to have me help.
Maybe someday I’ll get to give her another enema but I’ll always treasure this time in particular.