My wife gives me enemas on a regular basis. She does not receive and has tried them a couple times knowing how much I like to give and get them. We are strong communicators and about a year ago came up with the idea of an "unlimited hall pass" for me to give and get enemas from others. This does not slow down our enema play and I don't talk about them when I meet others.This is a fantastic deal for me as I can't get enough of her enemas and I love giving them.
Got to be pleased to have a wife give or receive but at the least tolerate or understand your desire for the warmth and fullness of a 4 qt enema. It is not easy to talk or for some understand but if you check these forums you see it as more normal for many than you might think. I say lube the tube, life is short and water and soap is a better high than drugs so stay hooked on the bag.
Spouse who tolerate our love of enemas can be tricky. I've been married twice, and if I add another long term steady - it was like three marriages. With the the first, I tried to hide my enema interests, and that did not work well since it only took a few month for my spouse to figure things out and to then call me a pervert. Despite that, the marriage lasted 10 years. With next, a long term steady of some 5 years, I could be open about my love of enemas, but I pushed things a bit too far; wanting her involvement, which strained the relationship. Finally, with my latest marriage I was totally open about it before marriage, and this time understood her limitations.
My husband has been an amazing partner in my healthcare since I was critically injured in an accident shortly after we were married 36 years ago. A nurse (I've written a lot about Angie) involved him right away in my home care, which included "bowel care" and how to give an enema if "all else failed." At the time we were both a little inhibited, but we secretly wanted to try the enema to see if he could do it. We discovered there wasn't much left to our imaginations the first time he put a tube with warm water up my behind. I was in a lot of pain, but the anxiety we were feeling actually turned into excitement for both of us. I had felt that tingling for the first time with Angie, and when I felt it again about a week later while my husband was sitting beside me on the bed giving the enema, that was a life changer between us.