A neighbor lady who was an RN taught me to give a proper enema to my first wife who had an extra loop of colon. The wife could get stopped up easily and strong cramps.
The nurse was very professional and straightforward about teaching me. My wife felt better knowing I was being taught the correct methods.
Our RN helped us gather a collection of bulbs, bags, nozzles and colon tubes. It wasn’t long before I put two and two together and realized she really liked enema treatments.
She talked about the best times and ways to take and give enemas for constipation, relaxation and as a variation in marital relations.
I thought my wife would freak out but as she got accustomed to taking enemas and realizing how well she felt afterwards, she began to ask for an occasional enema to relax.
Once when I became constipated, I asked my wife to give me an enema but she wouldn’t have anything to do with it.
She told me to call our neighbor. I told her I would be too embarrassed to do that. So my wife called her and told her I needed an enema.
The RN said she could help me if I could come over to her house with my gear. The wife said she’d send me on my way.
I was hesitant because I figured I’d smell her facilities up and would be totally embarrassed, but the wife said she was sure the RN had already dealt with that many times as a nurse and not to worry.
So, I dressed in some loose clothes, took the bag of goodies from the wife and headed for the neighbor’s back door.
She met me at her door wearing her house coat saying she was having a leisurely morning and hadn’t dressed yet.
She put my bag on the kitchen table, asked me to have a seat and felt my forehead before asking me what was troubling me.
I told her I was having my wife’s usual problem and wanted some relief. She asked how long I had missed a BM and I told her three or four days.
Then she asked about my diet and work schedule, which she decided had contributed to my condition.
She took me to her bedroom, laid me down and began feeling around my stomach. Soon she said she could feel solids in my intestines and a couple of enemas should help me. She said, “Wait here,” and disappeared into her en-suite.
She returned with a couple of thick towels, a thermometer and a tube of KY. She told me to spread the towels and lie on them on my stomach.
I knew this meant she was going to take my rectal temperature. Secretly I knew I would enjoy it and I got excited about her seeing my butt, separating my cheeks and inserting the glass rod.
After spreading the towels, I stepped out of my jeans and underwear before laying down. She watched me even though she acted busy opening the lube and shaking down the thermometer.
Being somewhat of an exhibitionist, I didn’t mind or necessarily tried to hide myself. When I was in position, she used both thumbs to pry my cheeks wide apart and took a studied look before she said, “Good. No hemorrhoids.”
Then she used a thumb and forefinger to hold my cheeks apart as she squirted a large glob of KY on my anus.
To my surprise she told me to take a deep breath and let it out. As I exhaled, she worked an index finger into my rectum. She said to relax for her while she gave a brief rectal exam and massaged my sphincter muscles.
I didn’t mind at all and had done the same thing to my wife many times as this nurse had taught me to do. When I did it for my wife, it was more for my pleasure than my wife’s needs. Now I was wondering if my RN was doing the same to me.
No matter because I was loving it. She worked slowly, felt all around, pulled her finger in and out, added another glob of lube on my anus and went back in for at least two minutes. Yes, I was erect.
Just when I thought she was satisfied, I felt her adding a second finger. I was a little tight so she said, “Relax your butt.”
I doubled down on my efforts to relax and I felt her fingers go deeper. The slight discomfort went away and I began to enjoy the stretched feeling.
Finally she removed her fingers, told me she would skip the thermometer and for me to lie still and she would be back with my first enema.
Shortly she was back with a bulging bag and hung it on the headboard of her bed. I noticed she had a butt plug shaped nozzle attached.
When I asked about it, she said it would help me hold the enema without leaking. Then, to my surprise, she told me to get up on my knees.
I knew instantly that she would probably see my erection, which excited me. She used her free hand to spread my left cheek and began twisting the nozzle into my rectum.
It seated easily after her fingers stretching me but she pulled it back out and reinserted it a couple of more times and asked me how it felt.
I told her it was fine with no pain so she left it in me and opened the clamp. The warm soapy water felt good too and she reached under me to feel my belly. As she moved her hand around, she touched against my hard cock a couple of times before she gripped it saying I was having a normal reaction and not to be bothered.
Believe me, I wasn’t bothered.
As the bag went flat, she left the plug in me while we waited for the enema have its affect. When the time was up, she instructed me to stand and head for the toilet.
She followed me carrying the empty bag and told me to sit and lean forward. As I did, She reached for the nozzle and removed it.
She laid the bag and hose in the sink before leaving me with some privacy. I enjoyed the release and loss of pressure. I filled the bowl twice before I cleaned myself.
An equally erotic rinse enema followed before I took a shower, redressed while she watched and talked with me.
After she cleaned the bag and nozzle, she returned it to the bag before bidding me good-bye.