Marvin and I discovered that we were klismo’s by accident after we had been married almost 6-months.
When we had dated my parents home was a two story three bedroom house with an upstairs complete bathroom and a downstairs toilet and hand-basin in a small room. Although enema and douche things were frequently used with 5 women and our father in the house and after use were hung up in the bathroom to dry before being put away, during Marvin’s visits he always used the downstairs toilet, never the upstairs one. The subject of enemas never came up between us.
When we married Marvin worked and I was a homemaker and in his absence was able to take an enema whenever I wished, and yes I did use them recreationally often as much as once a week. Of course I also had a douche bag and after sex would use it so Marvin was aware I douched but I always did so privately then heft the bag hanging to dry in the bathroom and would store it in the hand basin cabinet. However I hung and stored my enema things in the small room that housed the water heater tank which was never entered because there was no need to.
One Friday at work Marvin was notified that he was being given a promotion along with a substantial raise and was so excited about it that he got permission to take a half day off to come home, so without telling me he bought a bottle of Champaign, and made dinner reservations at a favorite restaurant we were well known at. He arrived home in the early afternoon. As luck would have it I was in the bathroom slowly giving myself a 2-quart enema to relieve menstrual discomfort and constipation. I was using my combo bag with an inline Higginson pump and a douche nozzle that I strictly used for enemas. The bag was about half empty and I was pumping away on the Higginson with one hand and enjoying the pleasurable sensations from slowly stroking the douche nozzle in and out when Marvin walked in on me. We were both surprised and I was mortified beyond description. I immediately ask him to leave which he did, I discontinued the enema, and while empting the bag into the hand basin Marvin stood outside of the bathroom door asking if I was OK. I told him that I was and to please go away and I’d talk with him later, then expelled as quickly as I could. Twenty or so minutes later I joined him in the kitchen. I was amazed at his concern that I was ill or something and offered him a “fiblet” by reassuring him that I was not sick but had been constipated for a few days and needed to have the enema. He told me that he had also taken enemas “occasionally,” which later I realized was also a “fiblet.” We talked for hours about enemas; the promotion, Champaign and dinner reservation forgotten by Marvin till we received a call from the restaurant to confirm that we were coming which we did.
When we returned home and went to bed Marvin became a real dynamo, which is not to say that his recent abilities had been lacking but that night they were equal to his performance during our honeymoon, he told me that seeing me taking the enema was a real turn on for him and then admitted that he had used enemas not only for health but also recreationally for years and the first six months of our marriage had been a real “dry spell” for him and that if it was OK with me he would like me to give him an enema in the morning and If I still felt constipated could he give one to me. I told him I wasn’t sure and needed to think about it. Lying there in bed as I did think about it I recalled something my mother had said to me when I inadvertently saw her giving my father an enema, She said; “Marlene, you have always found enemas to be acceptable and so have your father and I, enemas have been an important of our marital relations.” The next morning, after two enemas each and another two each later in the day it was obvious to both of us that the other was a true Klismo. That was 40 years ago.
Marlene