Payback finally happened this past weekend (refer to my previous posts).
My husband and I attended our annual Christmas dinner party hosted by 6 close friends on a rotating basis. Both my husband and I dressed up as this annual occasion called for it. He wore tan slacks, a yellow button down oxford long sleeve shirt, his Christmas tie (purchased by me), and his navy blazer. Underneath, he had on his Christmas boxers (also purchased by me). Loafers and navy socks completed his wardrobe.
As for me, I wore my snug red skirt and a white Christmas sweater. Underneath, I was wearing the matching color powder blue bra, open bottom girdle with 6 garters, and lacey panties (all a birthday present from my husband). Sheer tan stockings and red high heels completed my wardrobe. For jewelry, I was wearing dangly Christmas bulb ear rings and a matching necklace.
The evening started off with a sparkling grape juice cocktail (non alcoholic). Following a large shrimp cocktail, a wonderful meal featuring the best prime rib I have ever had, was provided. I must admit I over indulged as everything was so delicious. Following dinner, Christmas Trivia and Charades were played. The finale for the evening was homemade pecan pie with ice cream before we left for home around 11 PM.
We stopped to pick up the mail from our mail box when we arrived home. My husband went to change his clothes while I opened a few Christmas cards that we had received.
In just a few minutes, my husband came out from our bedroom minus his tie and blazer and announced in a no nonsense voice “Into the bedroom NOW!! I am going to give you an enema you will not soon forget!!” I started to protest as I was so full, but he pointed to the bedroom saying “I mean NOW!!” I knew that I better comply right away or be in for a hard spanking as well as the enema.
As I entered the bedroom I spotted a bulging red enema bag hanging next to the bed and was told to lift my skirt above to my waist and lay face down on my tummy over the towel and pillow in the middle of the bed. He quickly took off my shoes and panties and raised the back of my girdle after undoing the back two garters exposing my upraised bottom in the air. He sat down beside me stroking my bottom saying that he had taken notice how much I had eaten and that I needed a good cleaning out.
I was amazed how his very much aroused maleness was pushing the front of his pants out awkwardly. Much to my delight, he got distracted and lowered his pants and boxers down to his knees and moved over on top of me between my legs that I slowly spread apart so that he could enter me from behind. With his hands under me and pulling down on my shoulders, he very slowly to entered “Miss Kitty”, going in and out methodically gradually picking up speed as he thrust deeper and deeper until almost simultaneously, we both exploded with both of us gasping for breath!! It was like being whipped over a very steep hill in the back seat of an extreme roller coaster!! Oh my gosh, it was the best we had in quite some time and it took several minutes before our heart rates came down and we caught our breath.
After we caught our breath, he said that he had not forgotten my enema and used our mutual body juices to lubricate me pushing his middle finger high up into my bottom causing me to squirm with added delight. He then pushed our inflatable nozzle into me working it in slowly. After inserting the nozzle all the way, he first pumped up first the inside balloon making me squirm even more with pleasure. The outside balloon was then pump up making a tight seal inside and out. He then pulled my girdle back down over my bottom and reattached the two loosened garters to the stockings. Then with a sharp smack on my tightly girdled buns, he asked if I was ready. I smiled and nodded yes.
With a click, I immediately feel the very warm water entering me and felt almost an immediate urge to run to the bathroom as the girdle was holding my stomach in tightly. His maleness had already quickly recovered and I reached out stroking “Mr. Pokey” milking him for whatever he had left to give, which was surprising a lot. Two and half quarts took quite some time to flow into me and I am sure the enema went high up into me. I was made to wait 15 minutes before being allowed to go the bathroom with the enema tube assembly still attached to me. Upon entering the bathroom, he deflated the nozzle pulling it out and left me to do my duty. I struggled to hastily pull down my girdle and quickly sat down. Then I experienced wave after wave of strong discharges until I finally felt emptied out completely.
When finally done, I took a shower and put on my sexiest night gown (minus the panties) and joined him in bed. Needless to say, we did not go immediately to sleep. Afterward, we got into a spoon position, he whispered into my ear, “tomorrow morning, you will be receiving another enema to thoroughly clean you out.” I smiled thinking he too would need a good cleaning and fell almost immediately to a deep sleep.