Besides the women I met in a now defunct enema chat room - with whom the sharing of enemas was a foregone conclusion - I did manage to share some enemas with three other women, between marriages.
One woman was Hannah, who knew noting of my love of enemas. After a couple of weeks together, I knew Hannah had had some serious bowel problems, including a resection and at one point, she'd had a colostomy, since fixed.
One evening Hannah was not feeling well. Though she did not know of my love for enemas, I suggested an enema would help her problem. She shyly agreed. Figuring it wasn't wise to take her home and break out my 4-qy Klystra bag, with 10' of tubing and a 4' silicone colon tube, I stopped at a drugstore and bought a combination enema kit.
After we got back to my place, as I lubed her anus, with the bag filled with soapsuds hanging from a towel rod as she laid on a beach towel, she asked whether or not she could give me some enemas too. Of course, I agreed. I gave her a couple of strong soapsuds enemas and a nice plain water rinse enema. Unstated was the fact that I knew how to give effective, soothing enemas.
At that point, it was late, so we went to bed.
The next morning, she thanked me for taking care of her bowel problems, adding that she was afraid to ask for the enemas she knew she needed. She also said that it was apparent that I was very familiar with enemas. That opened the door to a good, honest discussion of enemas for each of us. Knowing Hannah would not bet too freaked out by my enema equipment collection, nor my love of enemas, I showed her what I had on hand, which led to her fulfilling (pun intended) her desire to give me some enemas. This led to a fun half year of enema fun and pegging. Alas, we were not meant for each other for the long term, but she and I sure did have some fun!