What was your funniest enema moment ever?

I think it will be a real challenge for anyone to top all of that!

My story is enema-related... My wife and I began having threesomes nearly 30 years ago. (Our 43rd anniversary is next week) All of our threesome partners but one have been long-term. A few years back, we conducted an experiment, one might say, in polyamory. A young woman moved in and lived with us for a year. Our tastes in enemas and sex in general were quite different, as we were to discover. My wife and I are purely into the pleasure aspect, enjoying enemas during oral and intercourse. Our roommate leaned more toward BD/SM, punishment, etc. Very nice girl, no judgement, to each their own.

One day she announced that she wanted to try "figging". She needed to explain the process, and if it's not familiar to anyone reading this... one carves a large "suppository" out of a piece of ginger root, and inserts it; the resultant heat being the attraction. I looked up a bit more information on the interwebs, and it certainly didn't seem like something I, or anyone would want to do. My wife and I tried to talk her out of it, but she was determined.

My wife and our lovely roommate were at the grocery one day soon after this discussion, and our friend picked out what she believed to be a good candidate for carving the heat-projecting rocket. That evening, I dutifully peeled and carved the shape from the ginger root, and the three of us retired to the bedroom. After a bit of foreplay, I was elected as mission control. I slowly inserted it to the point I was just able to hold onto it, and she cooed with pleasure. Until she didn't. 20 seconds or so in, she began screaming for me to take it out, but of course the raw, peeled ginger root left it's juices behind. Her regret was ear-shattering. I remember slipping several of the crescent-shaped cubes from our icemaker in her, to little avail. For some time after, one might say her ass was in the proverbial sling.

I later read a missive from a young woman on FL who described the experience as "A thousand fairies with blowtorches." That seemed to sum it up well...

It was two years ago. MrsFn and I had just started our sexploration with erotic enemas. Our first sessions of me administering to her had been very pleasurable for both of us and I have posted about that else where on this forum.

MrsFn's birthday was coming up and we had decided I would be giving her an erotic enema series and birthday spanking...while she was holding the enema...on her birthday.

Her birthday was on a Sunday and oldest child (that still lives at home) would be working. Youngest child has her own apartment and had been on her own for three years. We would have the house to ourselves, except for the dogs and cats. It was perfect!.

The big day arrived and MrsFn bathed, then donned her robe to do her hair and make up. I showered, then put on my boxer briefs and picked out some items I wanted MrsFn to wear for our play time.

I had chosen a pair of black lacy panties and a black bra for her to put on. She came out of the master bath looking stunningly beautiful in this "outfit".

I had prepared the enema and everything we would need to have a wonderful play time together.

First up would be the red silicone nozzle and an Ivory soapy solution, administered from the enema can.

I had MrsFn get up on the bed on her hands and knees. I then hooked my thumbs in the waist band of her black lacy panties and slowly pulled them down, below her sweet ass, to her mid thighs. It was a very HOT scene! Lubing her wanton little hole first, then the nozzle, I slowly inserted it; burying it in her ass. I then opened the clamp a bit and let the soapy solution slowly flow into her. I was doing my usual caressing of her beautiful body and she was responding with her moans and gasps.

At one point she moaned a bit louder and exclaimed, "Oh the cramping!" I offered to close the clamp, but she replied, "No! It's an exquisite cramping! I'm good!"

She took most of the two quart soapy and held it for about fives minutes before she had to let it go. I helped her into the master bath and gave her privacy.

I went to the kitchen to prepare a baking soda and salt solution for her first rinse. Then I changed the nozzle to the douche nozzle.

When she was ready to continue, I had her remove the panties completely. Again I had her get up on her hands and knees on the bed. The douche nozzle was slowly inserted and the clamp opened to let the solution flow.

This one was flowing a bit faster since she was pretty cleaned out now. Again there were moans and gasps as I caressed her body and rubbed her pussy and clit. She was so wet, I could have lube the last nozzle with her own sweet juices.

It was time for her to expel, but not before she asked me to use her big nozzle for her final rinse. She was referring to the SiliconeNozzles.com model Mini B that is pictured in one of my albums.

Once again I prepared the final rinse enema as she relieved herself. This would be just a plain warm filtered water rinse.

All was going beautifully! The dogs were just laying quietly on the floor on the opposite side of the bed from where I was standing. The cats were sleeping in the kitchen.

It was time for her to get back on her hands and knees on the bed and the whole time I had her facing the bedroom wall with the door to the hallway. She was going to get her birthday spanking while holding this last enema so I had the short whip at the ready for this go round.

I lubed up her gorgeous little rosebud once more, then the Mini B nozzle. I had the tip of the nozzle just starting to enter her ass. Suddenly, both dogs jumped up and at the same time we heard a voice saying, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" The voice was trailing off down the hall as the dogs started barking loudly and running down the hall after the voice.

MrsFn and I were completely startled and were scrambling at lightning pace. Her jumping down from the bed and running to the master bath to grab her robe. I was scrambling to put on some shorts and a T-shirt, then get the enema equipment into the bathroom, including the IV pole the can was hanging from. Water was sloshing every where as I was rushing. MrsFn had gone on down the hall to the living room to find youngest dear daughter there.

Dear daughter had come to visit her Mom for her birthday. She had never come over unannounced since she had moved out. She would at least send a text. She has keys to the house and for some reason decided to enter through the basement/garage and come up stairs. She had always entered through the front door before . To make matters worse, she was so quiet entering the house that the dogs never realized she was in the house until she was approaching the open bedroom door. They usually hear people coming up the front steps and go berserk barking. We were so engrossed in the moment and each other that we never heard her either.

After hiding the equipment and joining them in the living room, MrsFn slipped away to get properly dressed in some shorts and T-shirt herself. We then settled down and had a nice visit with dear daughter. She never said anything about how much she had seen, or asked any questions. We certainly were not volunteering any information!

After our daughter had left we were still embarrassed, but also were looking back laughing too. MrsFn never got her final rinse that day, nor her birthday spanking. The worst part was she told me that she was so aroused that she was about to have an orgasm when we suddenly heard the voice.

It was not funny in the moment, but we look back now and still laugh about it. You can bet we shut the bedroom door now for play sessions like this, even if we are home alone.

Cheryl, your story about you and your sister and the wine enema is great. Funny how as teenagers we didn't always think things through. I guess we learn from our mistakes.

Curious - Does your sister still enjoy a good enema as you do? Do you ever talk about the good old times?

I was home alone one afternoon and decided on a quiet series of enemas. “Me time”, they call it. I knew I had the house to myself for several hours. I prepared the first enema, took my position on the bathroom floor fully nude, inserted the nozzle, opened the clamp, and began my deep breathing as I felt myself being filled. As I moved to my back and looked up it appeared I’d taken about 3/4 of the enema. There was some cramping but massaging my belly was relieving that. Suddenly I heard the doorbell. I grabbed my phone because we have a security doorbell with a camera in it that we can monitor on our phones. It also allows you to speak to whoever is at your door. I could see it was a delivery guy. I told him to just leave the package and I’d come out for it later. “Sorry, sir. Signature required”. I asked him again to just leave it but his orders were firm. I had to sign for it. Now it occurs to me I’m lying on the floor with a tube in my ass and a belly full of sudsy water arguing with “Mr. Efficiency”. So I clamped the tubing, removed the nozzle, wiped ,grabbed the gym shorts I’d been wearing and slipped into them and a t-shirt while doing my best to keep my ass cheeks clenched. I walked stiff-legged to the front door and opened it. The delivery guy hands me the electronic signature thing and I grabbed it so quickly it startled him. Now he recognizes me and realizes my boss is a friend of his and he wants to chat about it. The cramping was killing me and I could feel the warm liquid beginning to leak from between my ass cheeks, cooling as it ran down my leg. I can’t imagine what my facial expression must have been and now I could begin to smell what was leaking out of me. I imagine he could too. I mumbled something about being in a hurry to get back to my project and he sticks his hand out. I reluctantly reached out past the doorway for the handshake and that’s when my bowels let go. I slammed the door in his face and ran like hell toward the bathroom splattering enema sauce the entire distance. So, a day I’d planned to enjoy with a couple of enemas, a couple beers, and a good book turned out to be a day of mopping, scrubbing, laundering, opening every window in the house, and emptying about a half can of air freshener.

To RedBulb99 - My sister and I occasionally laugh about that wine incident. One time we opened a bottle of wine that had been "cooked" or had a bad cork and she said that wine was not even good enough for an enema. We poured it out. Over the years my preferred drink has shifted from beer to mixed drinks to wine but it took me many, many years before I had the guts to try another wine enema. It is more fun to drink the wine, then have a more conventional enema. Or, maybe the enema first, then drink wine.

We do not regularly discuss our current enema habits. I know she occasionally indulges but I doubt she does it as often as I do. We did share a coffee enema one morning. Our guys left early to play golf and as we sat sipping coffee in our PJs, she asked if I did coffee enemas. She said she heard they were "interesting" but had not tried it yet. I put on a fresh pot for her and while she did hers, I made another pot for myself.

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I not sure it funny but turned out to be very exciting, I was in the middle of taking a nice mid afternoon enema, I had the house to myself , while the last of the water was flowing in to me I received a work related phone call that I needed to take from an older women who was the office office manager of one of my clients , so with douche still fully in place I answered and found it very exciting to be talking to her while I was completely naked and finishing the last of the enema and removing the nozzle I continued to talk to her, going through my mind I was wondering what she would think if she knew she was talking to someone that was completely naked holding a two quart enema.

This happened around 1945 in CA during WWII. We were living on a ranch. I was about 6 and my Brother was about 4. Mom had just given my Brother an enema and he was sitting on the pot expelling when all of a sudden the ranch owner's pickup truck hit the corner of the building where the bathroom was. I can still remember the look on my ‘lil Brother’s face.

A funny, but scary thing happened to my girlfriend an I one afternoon at her house. We were both fourteen that summer afternoon and it’s forever etched in my memory. However, at the time it wasn’t so funny, it scared the wits out of us. We’d been doing enemas together for a year or so, when her younger sister walked in on us. Like my siblings an I, she and her sister were around year apart. When we got to her house that afternoon, her sister wasn’t home, and we'd forgotten to lock the bathroom door. My girlfriend was on the toilet expelling her soapy enema and I had just hung up her rinse enema, when the door opened. It shocked us so bad, we about jumped out of our skin. Because we were both totally naked, and I was sporting a raging hard-on. There wasn’t anything either of us could do or hide. We were both frozen in time, incapable of speaking or able to respond coherently. The first thing I recall hearing was someone saying, “I need an enema too.” Realizing it was my girlfriend's younger sister and she was in the process of removing all her clothes. Next, I heard my girlfriend saying, “get out of here.” As I looked at her then back to her sister, who by this time, was naked and getting down in the knee chest position. Looking back at my girlfriend without saying a word, she responded, “go ahead and give it to her. I’m not done.” Once she gave me permission to do her sister. I put Vaseline on my index finger and buried it deep in her sister's rectum as she groaned. Moaning the whole time I moved my finger around, before replacing it with a curved douche nozzle and starting the flow. I did her sister just like I did my girlfriend, moving the nozzle around as the enema flowed in. By the time the bag was empty, she had started moaning again, as I continued to move the nozzle around while she waited for her older sister to finished on the toilet. Only removing the nozzle once she'd cum, so I could prepare another rinse enema for her older sister. As I was doing that, I noticed she had changed her position. Now laying on her back, legs pulled back and rubbing herself with one hand and fingering herself with the other. By the time I finished fixing my girlfriends rinse enema, the two girls had switch places. My girlfriend was waiting in the knee chest position and her younger sister was on the toilet. I put Vaseline on my index finger and buried it deep in her rectum, moving it around for fifteen or twenty seconds before replacing it with a curved douche nozzle. With the bag empty and her colon full, I continued to move the nozzle around while she waited for her sister finished on the toilet. Once she'd cum, I removed the nozzle and got a soapy enema ready for my girlfriend to give me. When I finished fixing the soapy enema and hung it up. I got down in the knee chest position. As I did, her younger sister wanted to give it to me, but my girlfriend wouldn’t allow it. There was a little back and forth between the two sisters about it, but the younger one lost the battle. By this time, my girlfriend had finished on the toilet, gotten up and put Vaseline on her index finger. I had closed my eyes listening to the girls talk, not realizing my girlfriend was behind me. So, when she slid her index finger deep in my rectum, I groaned in surprise. She moved her finger around longer than she normally did, making me moan and her sister giggle. Then she replaced her finger with a curved douche nozzle and started the flow. Like my sister, she moved the nozzle around as the soapy water filled my colon. Once the bag was empty, she continued to move the nozzle around, bring me to the edge before removing the nozzle an allowing me to get up. As I was getting on the toilet, my girlfriend handed her sister the bag and told her to fix my rinse enema. While her sister was fixing my rinse enema, my girlfriend, like her younger sister. Laid down on her back, legs pulled back, started rubbing herself with one hand and fingered herself with the other. By the time my girlfriend had brought herself to another orgasm, I had finished on the toilet, and we exchanged places. She got up as I got down in the knee chest position. With the rinse enema ready, she repeated the steps she used during my soapy enema. Only this time, when the bag was empty, she continued moving the nozzle until I shot cum all over the towels beneath me. It surprised me she didn’t stop, because her sister was still in the room watching. As I recovered and got on the toilet, the two sisters were talking about what happened, like I wasn’t in the room. That’s when I learned the two girls were not only giving each other enemas, they were masturbating each other as well, because that was part of the younger one's argument. She wanted to move the douche nozzle around in a boy, like her older sister did, making the boy cum. She told her older sister, “You let me give you enemas and move the nozzle around. Why can’t I give your boyfriend an enema and do it to him? It’s not fair, he got to do it to me!”

Over the next five years or so, I got to give my girlfriends sister a number of enemas, but she was never allowed to give me an enema. I overheard my girlfriend telling her more than once, he’s mine, not yours. And it gave me the impression, it was something the two sisters had a running disagreement about and discussed from time to time. I wouldn’t have minded if she had, but I was smart enough to stay out of it. I didn’t want to ruin a good thing. It was a good thing too, because as we got older, we went further and further exploring each other's bodies until we finely went all the way. Never forgetting to lock the bathroom door again. We didn’t want her younger sister walking in on us again, especially when we’re doing it. I still wonder, what would’ve happened, if we’d forgotten to lock the door again and she’d walked in on us doing it.

Around 10 years ago, I was contacted by a woman who had never had an enema nor anal sex, and she was eager to experience both. After corresponding for awhile, we scheduled a time and day and I drove to her house. Turns out that she was an attractive stewardess in her late 20s. No problem there. I set up all my equipment, got into my lab coat and proceeded to give her a very thorough examination, ending with a digital rectal exam and then use of the anal speculum. I informed her that she was in need of a cleansing enema and we proceeded to administer one. Afterwards she went into the bathroom to void. When she came out I inquired as to was she certain that everything was out and she said yes. We waited around 20 minutes just to make sure, all the time chatting while she was naked and I was still in my doctor ‘uniform’. Once again I inquired if she had any gurgling or cramps and she said no. So we moved on to introducing her to anal sex. I gave her several orgasms orally while exploring her anus with my fingers. She was begging me to “put it in”. Whom am I to disappoint a pretty woman, so I had her get on her knees, head down, butt up- I'm sure you are all familiar with the position. She was well lubed at that point, but I still applied some more, and very slowly began to enter her. She was relaxed and I was about half way in, when it was ascertained that the 20 minutes we had waited hadn't been long enough. She involuntarily farted and expelled some nasty liquid, needless to say- all over me and herself. I wasn't in far enough to act like a stopper. She was devastated and super embarrassed, I was laughing so hard and did everything I could to put her at ease. A shower for us both and a change of linens, then I took her out for dinner. But we never did complete the intro to anal sex.

Doctor David