ENEMAS WITH BENEFITS – a story
My family – myself and two sisters, one younger and the other older – were all regularly given enemas as kids by our mother who believed that enemas were good for the body. As early as I can remember I received enemas with my two sisters. The bag, tubing and nozzles were a permanent fixture in our bathroom. As an adolescent, I would receive a weekly enema from my mother or older sister. Looking back I don’t think that I ever really needed an enema except on the rare occasion when I did become constipated. It was during my puberty that I first experienced erections while receiving my enema. Mom told me and my sister that it was only a normal occurrence for boys and to think nothing of it. But, for me having an erection as the nozzle went in and the warm water feeling in my lower abdomen made an indelible since of pleasure, especially, afterward, when I was allowed to expel privately and masturbated. It was not until a bit later that I began having erections without receiving an enema and discovered that one could ejaculate then as well. My enemas from Mom and my sister came to an end as I grew into manhood but the memory of receiving an enema was always a pleasant thought. And I never attempted to start giving enemas to myself. That is, UNTIL.
As soon as Rita and I were married, I learned of my wife’s use of enemas. She was quite open about needing to take enemas – saying how great the health benefits were. Seeing her bag, tubing and a douche nozzle lying neatly folded on a towel on the sink ledge
pre-enema, and the bag, hose and nozzle hanging in the bath post-enema most days would always stimulate an erection as I recalled how much I had enjoyed my enemas from Mom and Sis.
During Rita’s pregnancy, I enjoyed seeing her breasts grow from a C cup to a DD and those pregnant nipples standing to attention like an erect penis. Rita, like most mothers, had decided to nurse our daughter. The nursing ritual fascinated me. Once or twice after the baby came, I asked Rita if I could have a taste – thinking she would let me taste some of the milk obtained from her breast pump, but instead, she left her nursing bra cup down and offered me her fat breast with leaking nipple. Seeing how much I liked her breast and milk, she began to offer me her breast instead of pumping when the baby hadn’t adequately emptied her and relieved the pressure.
As we were having sex again, one evening in bed she failed to achieve a climax with penetration and my ejaculation. This would happen frequently and as a good husband, I would orally or digitally stimulate her clitoris until she had a climax too.
Although she had fed the baby a short while before our bedtime, as soon as she climaxed, her breasts began to profusely spray milk, soiling her breast pads, nursing bra and nightgown. Without much thought, I opened her nursing bra and began sucking in her milk. Going from breast to breast left a lot of spilled milk but it was partial way to control the flood. As the lactation began to subside, Rita said she believed her orgasm opened the floodgates and simultaneously induced a total sense of happiness and security. Thus began our intimacy with breast-feeding. After the baby, I was the second recipient and still more left for the breast pump and milk for our morning coffee. As often as possible, I was offered her breasts after our daughter was satisfied. When that was inconvenient, her breast pump was used. In bed at night, whenever she had her orgasm, the flood would begin but we were better prepared. Rita would attach her pump on one breast while I took the other – quickly switching a few times.
Then came the day for our daughter to be weaned. Rita frequently spoke of how much pleasure breast-feeding was and I agreed that it would be a shame to stop. It was her decision, more than mine that she would continue to lactate and breast-feed me regularly. I would suckle her as frequently as possible and have her pump in between. Breast-feeding requires time and commitment but we did not let that interfere in our mutual intimate activity.
As I was going into the bath area one day, not really expecting Rita to be there taking her enema, after excusing myself for walking in, she asked me if I had ever had an enema.
Seeing her there on her back on the chaise lounge with the nozzle in her anus and the swollen bag above her gave me an instant erection and made me feel horny. Without hesitation, I told her of my growing up enema experiences and that I had found enemas to be most pleasurable. Knowing her openness about enemas, I asked her if she would give me one to which she said that it was time her little boy had his enema. And so, a little later that day I had my first adult enema – from my wife. Seeing how throbbing and tumescent my penis was, she sucked me off as the enema went in.
Now, for the enemas with benefits. After the baby is asleep, I will give Rita a nice and slow 2-quart enema with a massage, and after she has expelled and showered, she will prepare my enema and we recline together in bed with me on my side lying across her chest. First, she will open her nursing bra cups, place a pump on the breast not for me and then I will begin to stimulate her vulva, vaginal lips and finally concentrate on her engorged clitoris. As she climaxes, I will take her spraying nipple into my mouth and partake of its warm contents. As I slowly drain her breast, she opens the enema clamp providing me with a warm filling. Being a female multi tasker, Rita will take my penis and masturbate me to a climax as the bag is close to emptying. If the pressure isn’t too great, I will suckle on her other breast before retiring to the toilet and shower. She enjoys our intimacy and for me nursing a warm and soft breast while receiving an enema and ejaculating has to be the most wonderful experience I can imagine.
Our marriage appears to be stronger than ever and we plan to continue these activities for as long as possible. Maybe soon, I will have to share with another child?