@Enema_loving_mature_woman
WRT the giver(s) becoming very sexually aroused by giving me an enema, in a word: yes!
There are four separate experiences that I have had where I was given or taking an enema in the presence of one or more persons where they became very aroused by the enema that was flowing into me and all that it IN-TAILED (entailed). All were with people with whom I WAS NOT romantically involved. Nor was there previous sexual intimacy with any of these people (though with two of them there had been a lot of sexually suggestive talk). Three of those experiences involved more than one person watching/administering to me and their participation in the enema party that ensued.
I have written here on Zity about one of those experiences that occurred on my birthday where two young women served up quite an enema birthday party for me (and them). I sometimes wonder where they ended up, how their lives turned out.
Two other experiences I have shared as limited details with a few people here on the site, but haven't spent the time writing out the details. The fourth one was actually an offshoot of one of the other experiences where the friends of my friends got involved once my friends realized (and shared) that I would "play."
Arousal, absolutely. And what I can say about the experiences is that they were surreal as unique experiences. Each different and yet similar. Totally unexpected and "in the moment." They were simultaneously very erotic experiences, what we might call (at the time) deviant, and yet they seemed perfectly natural because the people involved were also so "okay" with enemas, and all that it offered, that the sharing was genuine and authentic. Actually, I would describe it vulnerability and the willingness (and need) to trust the others involved. At one level one or more of us should have felt some level of "shame" or "humiliation" (I can't really say that I did). Although I went with the flow (bad pun) in several situations, I do remember thinking "What did you get yourself into?" And yet all of us knew at a different level that if you are playing together with enemas, sometimes "shit happens" and you have to clean up the mess, though none of us (as far as I could tell) were into scat. Just good feelings associated with watching and feeling the filling one's ass.