My own enema history started as a child at the hands of my RN mom.
By the time I was in elementary school, I was fingering my butt in the bath tub and played with the large douche nozzle when I would go to use the toilet.
Several little girl playmates and I played doctor and give each other bulb enemas when one girl would sneak her bulb out of her house.
Grown and married, my wife had a extra length of bowel and required an enema two to three times a month. I was in heaven.
That marriage ended and I tried to date women a few years older than my 40s. Luckily, a friend introduced me to a woman who was 7-8 years older.
I was a practicing nudist at the time and would greet her at my door fully nude. She would come in, sit anything is was carrying down and quickly strip off her clothes.
Sitting on my sofa watching with an erection starting to build, she would walk over to me, take my hands and place them on her body as an invitation to touch, rub and caress her flesh from top to bottom.
Naturally, I touched, rubbed and explored every inch. I would turn her around, bend her forward until she had her hands on her knees and spread her cheeks to inspect her anus while describing what I was looking at including her hairy labia. As a last move, I’d ease a finger between her labia to feel her wetness.
Usually I would lay her across my lap and give her a full body massage, front and back, before exploring her vulva, labia, clit, vagina and anus. I liked playing with her full dark bush too.
One night as we were playing nude in my bed, I ask her if I could shave her labia before I ate her pussy. She said yes without hesitation.
As I began she continued chatting as if I was was polishing her toenails, very casual and relaxed. When I finishing up her big lips and toying with her pouty labia, she sat up, looked at her pussy and encouraged me to shave her completely.
Not one to need further encouragement, I asked her to draw up her legs and lift her feet into the air.
What a view. I continued my job, happy in my work until she was totally bare. I rubbed some warm coconut oil on her vulva to soothe the tender skin and I even slipped a finger in her anus which brought a broad smile.
By now I was very horny and she was sopping wet. I kept my promise and ate her pussy and fingered her vagina and anus until she had a squirting climax.
As we lay side by side in afterglow, I told her that I enjoyed erotic enemas and would like to give her a gentle, warm, soapy enema. Surprisingly, she said, sure. I got a lot of enemas from my mother and enjoyed them.
I was blown away. I took her into my en-suite where I had a long granite vanity. There was room to lay her down with her hips at the edge of the sink bowl.
I reached into my linen closet and retrieved my 3-quart clear bag with my largest diameter 20-inch colon tube.
I handed her a bath towel that she folded over and put under her head and adjusted it for her comfort as I began running the tub water and warming it before filling the bag.
I told her that I liked a mixture of peppermint soap and glycerin. She nodded agreement so I mixed the “cocktail”, shook the bulging bag and hung it on my towel hook.
I laid the colon tube across her stomach and reached for the K-Y. I greased the full length of the red colon tube before sticking my lube covered finger into her rectum and bowel. I moved it around and in and out while she closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation.
I removed my finger and took the colon tube in my dominant hand and asked if she was ready. She said yes and lifted her feet back and high into the air, giving me complete access to her anus.
I fed the long tube in lowly trying to find the entrance to her sigmoid colon. When I didn’t feel any resistance, I felt pretty sure I was on the right track and continued inserting tube until only an inch was exposed outside her anus.
I told her, It’s all the way in. She surprised me by saying, Yeah, I could feel it going in my sigmoid. She told me her mother used colon tubes on her and she liked the high enema it provided.
I opened the clamp about halfway to give the enema slowly as I massaged her stomach with one hand and rubbed her engorged clit with the other.
She talked about how the enema felt as it progressed and how horny she would be when she was finished.
Too soon for me, the bag went flat and I left the colon tube in place while we waited 10 minutes for the enema to do its job. She began rubbing her stomach and mentioned she had forgotten how good a proper enema felt.
With the time passed, I eased the tube out and laid it in the sink. I helped her down to the floor and she headed for the toilet. I told her I would leave her to her privacy but would be back to administer her rinse enema and bathe her hips and holes. She laughed.
As promised, I tended to her rinse bag and bathed her hindquarters.
The rest of the night was spent enjoying incredible sex orally, vaginally and anally. As I was helping her into her clothes to leave, she said, Next time it’s your turn to be my patient.