My wife's first enema.

At first I was embarrassed to tell my wife about my enema fetish, but once I finally did, she was open about trying it with me. So one day we decided that she would receive her first ever enema, using a red squeeze bulb with black nozzle. I invited her to relax on the bed, lying on her stomach, while I went into the bathroom and prepared the bulb. When I came back she was visibly nervous but also excited. I slowly lifted up her skirt, and pulled down her sexy white lace panties. After gently lubing her up, I slowly started to tease the nozzle around her opening. Finally I inserted the nozzle deep into her bottom and slowly squeezed the warm water into her. We continued our hot enema sessions over the years, but that first one lingers in the memory.

It was not my wife's first enema but her first with me. She did not receive enemas growing up so the very first AND ONLY enema she had was in childbirth in the early 1980's during her first marriage.

It was terrible. The cramping was terrible and she almost threw up. The soap was too strong since it "looked just like milk" and it was given too fast, the bag held too high, etc.... She said:"I had natural childbirth and the enema was the worst pat of it". OH MY, my work is cut out for me, I thought! She readily accepted my enema use and quickly learned to give them to me, but refused to receive even though she had some digestive issues leading to lots of gas on a regular basis. I tried to explain that an enema can feel terrible or good depending on the skill of the giver. She was not buying it even after watching my joy when she would give me enemas with my rock hard cock and her stroking me until I came. Fast forward one year and we are on a weekend get away in a historic small town, staying in a Bed & Breakfast. One night after a fairly intense night of lovemaking we went to sleep, but I noticed that she got up out of bed and was in the bathroom a long time. She came out and just sat in a chair. I asked what was wrong and she admitted that the gas pains were terrible tonight and she could usually pass the gas but not tonight. She was in tears over the pain. I suggested an enema since I had my folding latex travel syringe with me. She refused and asked me to take her to the Emergency room. Well the closest one was two towns over about 60 miles away and it was 2 AM on Saturday morning. I explained that she would be last on the list behind car wreck and shooting victims since it was the weekend. I said: "all they are going to do is give you an enema to pass the gas and charge us a few hundred $." She reluctantly agreed to me giving her an enema, recounting her labor enema again and how terrible it was. I promised her this would be nothing like that enema.

I fixed a plain tap water enema since I did not have any baking soda. I filled the amber latex bag full and hung it on the door handle of the shower and laid down several towels on the floor. I got her pillow from the bed and put down too. I asked her to lie on her back and pulled up her legs with her feet flat on the floor. I lubricated the standard enema tip and her anus and inserted it. I opened the clamp and when she said she could feel the water running, I stopped it. After about 15 seconds I opened the clamp letting it run about 10 seconds more. I did not want this to be a bad experience for her. She actually took the entire bag of water. I helped her to the toilet and she started releasing. It was pretty obvious why she could not pass the gas, she was slightly constipated. LARGE amounts of gas were expelled. Embarrassing her somewhat although we openly used to toilet in front of each other to pee or to have a BM was no big deal, just part of life. After the enema she thanked me and said how much better she felt. I asked if it was a bad as her labor enema. She said that no, this was not bad at all and she felt SO MUCH BETTER! After that she would readily accept and enema for gas or even ask me for one! Success!!

After the enema she thanked me and said how much better she felt. I asked if it was a bad as her labor enema. She said that no, this was not bad at all and she felt SO MUCH BETTER! After that she would readily accept and enema for gas or even ask me for one! Success!!

You are a lucky boy. I've given my wife an enema or two over the years and she hated them all. She recently had gall bladder surgery and the pain meds constipated her. She complained and I casually said "You might have to have an enema" . You should have seen the stink face I got. I got pretty close on that one but she started pounding the Miralax and got past it. It was a sad day for me!

After the Special Preference letters in Penthouse, I realized that I was not the only guy who saw an enema as a sexual stimulant. Although my new wife did not have any sort of enema things when we got married and by gentle questioning I determined she had never had an enema, I decided to give it a try. I bought a new bulb and a new bag and put them in the bathroom vanity where she was sure to see them. When she asked me about it I confessed that I thought an enema was stimulating and I had read that some couples enjoy doing it together. Her response was something like, “Gross, that doesn't sound like fun to me.” From time to time when we were both horny I would whisper in her ear, “I want to give you an enema.” She would reply, “Maybe someday, but not now.” I had almost given up until one night after a party we were both feeling a bit loose due to alcohol. When I whispered in her ear that I wanted to give her an enema, she replied, “OK, but you have to go first.” I could not believe it was actually going to happen.

She watched as I prepared a full bag of plain warm water. I told her I would take half of it and then I would give her the rest. She agreed. I lay on my back and instructed her how to lube me, slide in the nozzle, and open the clamp. I took my half and she couldn’t help but notice it made me super hard. When I started the flow into her, she took about a pint and begged me to stop. She said she couldn't take any more because she was going to have an accident, and took off running to the bathroom. She tried it again a few times over the next few weeks but said she just couldn’t get into it because she was afraid of making a mess. She then said she would give me an enema if I really wanted one but she was not going to take one. After a while she just said, “When you want an enema, just do it yourself.” I wished it had turned out differently, but I give her credit for trying. I realize we are not all the same in what we like and don't like. She knows that I give myself enemas when she is out shopping, or whatever. Occasionally I hint that I would like for her to join me in enema play and she just says, "You know I don't like them."