My wife's first enema.

My wife. Sara, first enema was completely her idea. Sara had never had enemas as a child. She entered a catholic convent after high school but found that she did not have the calling. This was back in late 60s when a person could go to work in a hospital with no formal training. Needing employment, she took a job as a Nurse Aid in a major Los Angeles California Hospital.

Sara had no contact with boys grown up. The Hospital found the perfect job for Sara. Being short, blond and looking about 16 years old, she was the prime enema giver to male patients. Sara had never seen a penis before taking the job. Now she is causing hundreds of man to have an erection as she administers soap suds enemas until the return is clear in a bedpan. Sara found that she loved the duty.

I met Sara on a blind date when she answered a phone call to her sister. She told me a few times about her support for enemas when we were engaged. She even offered to give me one when I was ill with the flu. I was just too sick to take up the offer at the time.

We were on our honeymoon when Sara insisted that I needed an enema for traveler constipation. She gave me the enema in a nurse like manner. Upon returning from the bathroom , I found her naked body on the bed. She asked if I would give her the first enema. I do not think any other experience in life as enjoyable as that event.

Upon return home from the Honeymoon, Sara insisted that immediately go to the Drug Store and purchase our family enema bag. That bag servered us well for about three years when income allowed Sara to purchase a hospital grade equipment she preferred. A $17 heavy stainless steel two quart irrigation can. I was shocked at the price. The can has given thosands of enemas to both of us and still looks new.

My wife and I travel internationally. My wife has found that the long flights often leave here constipated. Now before any long flight, I give my wife an enema. She wants to be thoroughly cleaned out, so it is usually a series of three two quart enemas. She says this makes the trip much more comfortable and usually gets back on her normal schedule much quicker.

Yet another lovely story. Not only supportive, but enthusiastic and taking the lead.

In a deep way, I am jealous. I often wonder what it would be like to be connected to a soul mate who was so open and willing to explore things like that. You are lucky people.

I long for a similar experience...

My wife's first hospital enema, in her own words:

Around 6 am… we arrived at the hospital, my parents were along… this was their first grandchild, everyone awaited the day with anticipation… little did I know what was in store for me… We went up to the third floor… labor and delivery. We checked in at the nurses station and were accompanied to a birthing suite by an attractive blonde nurse in green scrubs. Bed on one end of the room and a sink and bathroom on the other. The nurse hands me a hospital gown and sends me to the tiny bathroom to change telling me to take everything off… including my panties. The doctor had done a rough internal exam the day before and I was bleeding, all I could think about was staining the sheets, unaware what was about to happen. Next came the IV. I hate needles, most people do I guess, so I was very scared. I had never had an IV before so I didn’t know what to expect. She got it in on the first try and told my husband to go down stairs and fill out the appropriate paperwork. Off he went oblivious what she had planned… She then proceeded to fill out paperwork asking several questions… one of which was, when was the last time you ate anything? We had one last fling before parenthood the night before. We went out to eat and had a huge dinner of Indian cuisine. Then she also left the room. A few minutes later she returned and went over to the sink where she started filling up a clear greenish colored rectangular bucket with water. She then added a packet of soap, stirred the concoction and returned to the side of the bed. She placed the bucket on the bedside table and said,

“Have you ever had an enema?!?” Oh my God! I thought, what if my husband walks in, I will never hear the end of this, I couldn’t believe we had forgotten this from birthing class. That teacher said it would be a small enema… this didn’t look small to me…a bucket full of water going into my ass? NO! I was terrified that my husband would walk in on the procedure and lose it! I could just see that happening… “Well," she said, "it won’t hurt. When I finish you can get up and run to the bathroom… you’d be surprised how fast some of these pregnant women run!” She then grabbed a packet of KY jelly and proceeded to lube the tip of the tubing coming off the bucket. She then asked me to roll over on my left side which I did still horrified that my husband would walk in and witness the whole episode. She lifted up my right butt cheek and said, “are you ready”, I didn’t know what to say so I said yes, go ahead. She then stuck the slender tube all greased up in my rectum and released the clamp. Water began to flow… and flow and flow. She kept her hand on my butt holding in the tube with the other. Then there was dead silence It seemed like it took forever for all of that water to go in… I was in sheer panic afraid that my husband would walk in and see this. Finally, it was finished… I was so pregnant and full of water that I was afraid to get up in fear that I would explode so the blonde nurse had to help me to my feet… I ran to the bathroom, IV pole in hand and sat there… and sat there… and sat there… I heard the door open and my husband enter the room. He was laughing… he knew! How could he? I finished up and cleaned myself up in fear that the nurse or doctor would see something I had not cleaned well enough… My husband said he was walking past the nurses station and heard them talking about me "being on the toilet with her enema"…

The birth was okay, then? I'm wary of hospital procedures... especially regarding childbirth.

Oh yeah - she had to have a C-section anyway - petite mom with 9 lb baby - everything was fine (perfect!).

2nd kid was VBAC, and we checked in for an induction, and no enema even mentioned. Three years between the two, and the practice had been abandoned.

Sadly...they don't birth babies like they used to. 😉..i had an enema w/my first child (1970) but not with my second (1972). that was my only experience with someone else doing the giving that i can remember. i say that because as a child there was always a little red bulb syringe n the closet of the bathroom. maybe i got them as a very young child from my mom and have no memory of it. (i should email my sister and ask her if she remembers) no matter... mom always took them (with the red bag) and didn't make a secret of it so i guess that's where my interest comes from. or maybe it was the fact that she always sat me over the sink full of soapy warm water to scrub my "hiney boo" with a washcloth after a bm. funny how the things that happen to u as a kid are the things that shape u sexually....because i'm still all about the clean hiney, only now its inside and out. 😃

Restless1, I would love it if it was the other way around

You are both very lucky, I had to introduce enemas into our lives due to medical needs. My wife enjoyed the "naughty" feeling of being given her enema, and began this journey.

It's cool to be able to be so open with the one you love.

I enjoyed enemas when I was a teen, but sort of got out of the pleasurable moments during college, but things changed in my first year of marriage. I never knew my husband enjoyed enemas until I came home from work early one day and found his enema stuff hanging in the bathroom.

I asked him about it and he explained he liked a good enema occasionally. I asked him why he never mentioned that too me. He said he was a bit shy (That amazed me because he was a real animal, if you know what I mean, as far as a lover.) and was afraid to bring it up.

As he was explaining all this to me, i slowly undressed and said "well as long as you've had your pleasure, how about me?"

He was a bit shocked that I was so receptive to his personal pleasuring, until I told him my fascination with enemas in my high school days, but has virtually abstained for the past six years.

Well, I never realized the variety of nozzles he had (he had kept them carefully hidden). We had an absolutely fantastic afternoon and, without a doubt, we continued to have fantastic sessions on our days off or free weekends.

Occasionally I'll call him at work to tell him I'm going to be home early ... my signal that I'm "ready, willing and able". He once even broke a golf date with his buddies, telling his partner that he just didn't feel well enough to play 18 that day. So he came home and we played two instead.

I only wish he had been more open while we were dating, but then again maybe it's a bit of my fault too for giving up something I really like when I went to college. But I can say, I'm glad I came home early from work that one day and I know both he and I have been enjoying these sessions.

How do you get your wife to enjoy them with you ... if you've tried leaving out the equipment and that doesn't work, try asking her to administer ... then follow it with a nice hot shower together and maybe a little anal play, just to give her the feeling of what this is all about.

I know how much I enjoy our sessions and I'm always surprised when I hear of women avoid enemas with a passion. Come on ladies, loosen up, and, like my hubby said, "let it all hang out once in a while."

My suggestion to the conservative ladies, if you're home early some day, why not, JUST ONCE, get the equipment out, then when your hubby is coming through the door, meet him at the door in your birthday suit. Tell him what you want and that you've been waiting for him to come home.

What have you got to lose? Nothing, except the opportunity for a really good fun session.

I read these stories or testimonials and they are so great. My wife got started for medical reasons .She has severeback problems and the pain meds. cause constipation she was taking all these stool softeners and laxatives and not getting any releif. I suggested an enema which she balked about at first but finally gave in after a while she finally admitted she enjoyed them and now it's a pleasure for both to enjoy. we are taking it one step at a time with her but not me I get my 4 quarts when ever I start getting cranky and full of it. she wilbreak out the equipment and and watch me squirm in antisapation of what is coming up. sorry I'd like to write more but here she comes with a 4 quart bag of warm soapy water anyone care to join me?

One evening after dinner my wife began to complain about some gas pains and bloating. We were watching TV at the time. After a couple of very unladylike gaseous eruptions she excused herself to the bathroom. after a few minutes she returned. I noticed that she looked very uncomfortable and asked if she was OK. She told me that she still had a terrible case of gas and that now it wasn't moving at all. I rubbed her back and told I felt sorry for her(which was more than true). I told her that she knew that if I were in her place I'd be taking an enema. She hated enemas or anything anal at all. She told me no.

After another hour of watching her twist and turn trying to get comfortable I got up and excused myself to the bathroom. I got the enema bag and got a nice warm enema ready. I had the nozzle all lubed and was walking into the bedroom with the brimming full enema bag as my wife walked by. She asked what was going on. I told her to look in the bedroom. I had a couple of soft towels spread on the bed. She asked me if I needed her to help with my enema. I told her that it was for her. She told me that she didn't want it. We talked for about 10 minutes or so, me standing there holding the full enema bag.

Finally she relented and laid down on the bed. She reached up and took the bag from me while I slowly and carefully slid the nozzle in her. I then took the bag back and started the enema. She only took about a pint or so before telling me to shut it off and she ran to the bathroom. I was still standing next to the bed, bag in hand when she returned. She said the enema had helped immensely and she didn't need any more.

I was about to take the rest of the enema into the bathroom when she stopped me and asked if I needed one. I thought about it for about two heartbeats and said yes I could use one. She took the bag and went into the bathroom. I could see what she was doing and she just merely filled the bag back up and washed off the nozzle. She returned and gave me a very wonderful enema. While the bag was emptying into me she said that she couldn't see wasting all of that water. That was the last enema I gave her for about 20 years.

I am jealous. My girlfriend.. while being kinky doesn't have any enema interest...

My new wife used to give enemas as a nurse but never had one herself.

I gave her a warm enema when we were dating and now we take and give enemas several times a week. 😉

Great story thanks for posting.

Makes me intereted to try things myself😃

I wish my wife would be into that, but I seriously dount it. Then again one of my buds always says they can't say yes if you don't ask.

Great stories, I love em. Still hoping to get my girlfriend so far.

I read these stories or testimonials and they are so great. My wife got started for medical reasons. She has severe back problems and the pain meds. cause constipation she was taking all these stool softeners and laxatives and not getting any releif. I suggested an enema which she balked about at first but finally gave in after a while she finally admitted she enjoyed them and now it's a pleasure for both to enjoy. We are taking it one step at a time with her but not me I get my 4 quarts when ever I start getting cranky and full of it. She will break out the equipment and and watch me squirm in anticipation of what is coming up.

I have IBD so my wife has given me countless enemas over the years. Some just plain water ones and others containing medicine I had to retain overnight. The best part for me is watching her lubricate her gloved finger and the intense feeling when she inserts it and twists it around. Pure delight!

Sadly, I have only given her one since we've been together. She was in her ninth month of pregnancy and was willing to do anything to start the labor process. When I suggested it, she agreed, with great reluctance. I had her remove her bottoms and get onto the edge of the bed, on all fours. She seemed fixated while I applied a big glob of lube to my index finger. As I walked behind her, I can only imagine the thoughts going through her head. I inserted my finger to the hilt and held it in place for at least 20 seconds. After twisting and partially removing and reinserting my finger I withdrew it and applied another dollop of K-Y. Inserting it again, I gently separated her cheeks to allow for a deeper probing. Once the Fleet enema tip was in, I rapidly squeezed the water into my wife. She commented that she could feel the water entering her. After withdrawing the nozzle, I quickly replaced it with my finger again, telling her this will "help you hold it". I began to ask her small talk things, like how was her day and if the electric bill had arrived yet. I just it was just to pass the time but I found it strangely exciting listening to her try and answer while impaled on my finger. Mostly, I was just pressing it into her with a steady pressure but I would that if I moved it just a bit while she was talking, she would lose her train of thought.

I'm primarily a sub but I have to admit, I really loved dominating her in this way. Hopefully, I'll have another opportunity to do so again soon.

I have given my present wife only one enema ever. After the first one, she never had another one.

My wife only had two enemas in her life. One for a female surgical procedure and another with our first child. The first was uneventful and the second was awful. I occasionally take enemas or suppositories for constipation. She will usually help with an enema (Fleet) and prefers me in the knee chest position so she can see what she is doing. One evening she was having severe abdominal pain and unable to have a bowel movement. She came out of the bathroom and asked if I thought an enema would help and what they were like. I explained it to her and volunteered to help her. I grabbed an enema and we went to the bathroom. She pulled her jeans and panties down and bent over. I told her she needed to get down on her knees and chest. I added some extra lube to minimize any insertion pain. I inserted the nozzle and asked her if she was ready. She was surprised that the nozzle was in already and said that she was ready. I started squeezing slowly and rubbed her V a couple of times. She was not wanting any of that. After it was all in, I tossed the empty in the trash and sit down. I told her she needed to try to hold it 5 minutes or so. After about 10 minutes, she did not get any urge and I told her she should probably try to expel it. I asked her if she wanted me to leave, but she said that I could stay. She only expelled the liquid, but she started feeling better later. We are not sure what was wrong with her. Sadly that was a couple of years ago and she has not needed an enema since.

About a year ago, my wife regained a long dormant interest in anal sex - all sex for that matter. I noticed that she started coming to bed with her butthole pre-lubed with some silicone lube as an indication that she was game for some probing. It started out with some fingering, then some toys, and eventually she was able to accept my cock. Each episode became more uninhibited.

One night as I was warming her up with some deep finger probing, I noticed that her rectum was quite occupied with ummm, poop. Not wanting to embarrass her, I suggested that if we proceeded things might get messy. She admitted that she hadn't had her daily BM. She was hot enough that I think she would have let me fuck her anyways and she asked me what I thought. I had been openly taking enemas for a couple years at that point and suggested that a few squirts from a bulb would probably clear her out. She agreed to let me give it a try. She only took about 2/3 of the bulb before she insisted that she could take no more, and off to the bathroom she went.

When she came back to bed, she was confident that it had done the trick and we proceeded with our frolicking. Despite the small amount of water we used, apparently there was still a small amount trapped that came leaking out (along with my load) when we had finished. Luckily we had a towel beneath us and plenty more on hand - so clean up was quick and no big deal. I told her that next time we should prepare earlier so her system would have time to completely clear out, or absorb the water.

It wasn't long after this that I noticed she had begun using a small ear syringe to rinse her butt out before sex. I could only smile. That Christmas I got her a nice pink silicone bulb syringe. Knowing she has bad knees, I recently upgraded her to a "pump" style enema bottle that she says is great!

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She doesn't have any interest in a full blown enema and she prefers to clean out alone - but she religiously douches her butt every Friday night - usually while I'm upstairs doing a "deep clean"! I get a hard on when I walk into her bathroom and see her enema bottle drying on the shelf.

After I got my first apartment, I could finally have sex with whom, and whenever I wanted, instead of sneaking around my parents house.

I had been with a girl a few times, and the girl I had just met never had. We had sex constantly. In 1976, girls didn't do anal. Most had never heard of it outside whispers about gay men. In bed one night, I slid my finger up her bum. She pulled away, and said something along the lines of 'Isn't it dirty in there'. I had had anal sex with a few men, and knew the ins and outs of it.

She sheepishly agreed to an enema.

We started with just a rectum cleanse. She sat on the toilet, pushed the nozzle in just a couple of inches. I told her to tell me when to stop. I turned on the warm water, and watched her face. She very quickly told me to stop, and let it flow back out still with the tube in her. We did that once more, and she said enough. Nice and clean, I introduced her to manual anal play.

Just a few days later, she asked for some anal play, and said we'd better do a clean out. I told her there would be a difference this time, we were going to clean out her insides 'all the way up'. I got her on her on the bathroom floor, a rolled up towel under her knees, and gently pushed her down into a doggy position. I pushed the lubed nozzle in, and opened the valve. I could tell when her rectum was full, and stopped. I told her to relax a moment. I turned it on again, and immediately the water started flowing into her colon. Many re-assurances later, and a few stops to get used to her bowels filling, and the bag was empty. She expelled into the toilet, and said something about being finished. I explained that that had been the 'wash cycle', and now she needed to rinse.

Back in the same position, I opened the valve. As soon as the water passed the sigmoid valve she said she was cramping, and I massaged her belly. A moment later, almost the full bag went in.

She was my first anal convert, and the first time I ever gave an enema.

Not long after we got married, I mentioned to my wife that I was interested in enemas. She got excited and offered to buy the gear and give me one. I said yes, so that afternoon after work she brought home an enema kit and gave me several bags. I loved it, and started to masturbate. She pulled my hand away and did it for me while the water was running into me. I asked if I could return the favor, and she said she'd like that. For hours we gave each other enemas and orgasms.

In the next few months the enemas led to more discovery of our anal sexuality. I discovered I enjoyed butt plugs and dildos in my ass, and she discovered she liked my cock in her ass. She started loving me to use enemas to prepare her for a good ass fucking. I started loving her to give me enemas to get me ready for a good ass fucking with a dildo while she masturbated me.

@WildBill2 You are so lucky to have a wife like Pam.

My wife gave me for the first time when I was about 25 for constipation reasons

I have always dreamt to give her one. I had to wait until her 40s. She sometimes have big cramps without succeeding to poo. It is sudden, not really constipation. It happens once or twice a year. One night I woke up I don’t know why and she was not in bed. I found her in the kitchen complaining about cramps. She told me she was there for an hour. I asked why she did not take a glycerin suppo. This is what she is used to do in such case. She told me we did not have suppo anymore. I suggested her an enema that she refused. I told her good luck and good night and went back to bed. Fifteen minutes later she asked me for an enema. I prepared it of course and gave her with excitement. She was happy with this and uses it now for this case only. Not for pleasure unfortunately

But what a nice memory

I won’t forget the first enema my girl friend gave me , the nozzle was so big