My wife of 38 years, Leah, and I started our erotic enema experiences this way and have never looked back. I'm always surprised to hear any enemaphile say they haven't done this, for us it's the most intense way to enjoy sex or enemas.
We have evolved different positions and techniques over time. Leah had never experienced an enema as a child, so she'd never had the opportunity of a "bad enema". Consequently, she had no preconceived notions about it, good or bad. She was 18 when we married, and sex was a daily adventure, she was an eager partner. I knew from my own experiences that an enema in and of itself is not necessarily erotic for everyone, so I made certain that we were well into the throes of her orgasms (she's always been multi-orgasmic to an extreme) before she took the first drop. Being the 1970's, I didn't have exotic equipment. Two quart bags and douche nozzles were the order of the day. Not knowing how well she could hold it, and figuring that having a mess on our first experience together would not bode well for continuing, I decided I'd seat her on the toilet. We first had lots of foreplay and intercourse on the bed. I'd explained beforehand how I thought we would do it. So I had the bags hanging from a towel rack behind the toilet before we began. When we were ready, I took her into the bathroom, had her sit down on the toilet while I filled the bags. I placed a folded towel behind her back so that she's be comfortable as she leaned back against the lid and tank. I quickly inserted my own nozzle, then knelt on the pillows I'd placed in front of the toilet, reached under and inserted her nozzle. I used the old KY jelly in a tube, there weren't the variety of sexual lubricants in existence then as we have now, but KY was water soluble which was key. The water from the enema flow quickly washes the lube away and makes it much easier to retain the nozzle, even when vertical.
I lubed her with a bit of the KY, massaging and probing a bit, and she moaned in delight, a perfect first sign. I then inserted the nozzle to it's full length, and moved it slowly in and out. More moans of approval. I released the clamp slowly a couple of times as I moved the nozzle, and could feel the nozzle begin resist movement as the lube washed away. I then held her by the hips and had her slide forward on the seat, slowly sliding my cock into her as I simultaneously rubbed her clit with my thumb. I kept that up for a few minutes until she began to orgasm again, and only then did I release the clamp on her hose, never skipping a beat with my strokes.
There was a momentary pause, and then a very pleasurable "Oh!" It was then I released my own clamp and we began to fill together as we fucked. She bucked and writhed and her orgasms flowed like the water, it was incredible. There was such a plethora of sensations, both intense and subtle. Her orgasms caused the muscles of her vagina to spasm; this was natural and was always the case, and though it may have been my imagination, it seemed more pronounced as she filled. As I would slide deep into her, my balls came in contact with the cold porcelain of the toilet, and the contrast of sensation with the heat of being deep inside her and the enemas that flowed into us both was intense. If I would hold my cock still insider her, I could feel the water rushing past the thin walls that divide her. She orgasmed her way through the whole bag, not once complaining of cramping or being overly full. It was such a rush to see both of our old red rubber bags completely flat as they hung behind her, and she showed no sign of wanting to stop.
I managed to pant "just let it go when you need to", and when she finally did, I increased the depth and speed of my stokes. The water gushed out of her in halting jets that seemed to time with the waves of orgasm that rushed through her, and it seemed her orgasms only intensified as she emptied.
I've always been somewhat surprised at those who chose to separate during a sexual enema encounter when it comes to the expulsion. We're most certainly not into scat in any regard, but we later agreed that the sensations were so intense that we were completely oblivious to anything that one would site as a potential negative. In later discussions, Leah told me that the last thing she would want is for the two of us to be so fully involved in sexual bliss, only to separate while one of us sat in the bathroom for 15 minutes. To each their own, but that has never been our way.
As a side note, after 38 years of marriage, it's thrilling that I still have a few Polaroids of my beautiful bride taken on that day.
We took several more bags during that first experience together, and enemas became a permanent part of our sexual palette.
Our techniques continued to evolve... we always enjoyed sex with me seated on a chair and Leah straddling me, so it wasn't long before we realized that position would work wonderfully for taking enemas together, using the toilet in place of the chair. We could just fuck with abandon, should there be any leakage, we were in the best position for that to happen. Beginning with her facing me, we'd fill together and screw away, and when she would need to release, all I needed to do was make sure I was seated well back so her hinny was over the bowl, and we wouldn't miss a beat. Once we'd gone through two or three bags and were clear, I'd often have her turn around and mount me facing away, and now when she released, all of her warm water would cascade down over my groin and balls, another intense sensation. I've always been able to control and delay my orgasm pretty much at will, but I often found that experience to be too much and I'd explode inside her. She loved that and hardly discouraged it.
With maturity and loss of youthful athleticism, that particular method has gone by the wayside, but that's not to say our enemasex has showed any signs of slowing. Several years ago I purchased a massage table with the idea of using it for sex, and as it turns out, the table, in combination with an IV pole that extends to nearly 7 feet in height has proven to be one of our favorite 'sex toys". I place Leah on her back at the end of the table, standing between and holding her legs, and the height of the IV pole provides enough gravity for a powerful fill with me standing upright as we screw blissfully away.
We have a pool, and one summer I had an idea... We bought bamboo shades to surround our patio, and brought the IV pole and massage table out. Our neighbors on either side of us have young children, they're in bed by 10 on most evenings, so we have privacy. When set everything up, I filled the bags with very hot water because I knew that by the time we'd get to them, they'd be sufficiently cooled to be used. We took a bottle of Champagne on ice and got into the pool... Even in the worst heat of our north Texas summers, the air cools at night and there is generally a breeze. Relaxing in the pool long enough will bring down the body's core temperature. We spilt our bottle of Champagne while we kissed and fondled, and when we agreed we were both feeling chilled, we exited the water, only to have the breeze chill our bodies further. Once again, it's all about sensation... The contrast of our chilled skin with the warmth of intercourse and warm enemas was sublime.
Leah has developed a bit of IBS and a gluten allergy in the last few years, so she doesn't choose to receive enemas as often as she once did. She has in no way, however, lost her enthusiasm for them. Sometimes, when one door closes another opens, as the saying goes. As the years have gone by we've not lost our taste for expanding our experience, and began to include additional sexual partners in our play together. We've had a handful of long term 'girlfriends', one of whom we met here, as a matter of fact. More recently, we had the experience of having a male friend join us, a fellow I've known for 15 years, having met on the old Nozzleville forum, or perhaps it was one of the other internet enema forums that uses to exist, I'm not certain.. But our earliest experience with him was a lesson to us on the nature of the way we can become 'imprinted' with our past experiences, and I found it gratifying.
Our mutual schedules were such that it took us some time before the three of us could meet for actual play, but he happened to call our house one evening as we were having sex. Seeing that it was his number on the cellphone, I answered it, and long story short, we had a form of three way phone sex, him listening to us screw, our listening to his moans and groans of masturbation... it was more fun than you might imagine, don't knock it until you try it. It was so much fun, in fact, that we planned to do it again. When the time came, our friend (Hi C _ _ _ _, hope you're reading this 😉 planned to take an enema as he masturbated. He took the enema laying on his back in his bathroom, and masturbated as he listened to Leah doing her best announcing to the neighbors that we're having sex again, lol. He stayed on the line when he finally went to sit on the toilet, and it was apparent from his moans and groans of pleasure that he, like we, finds that aspect of his enemas enjoyable. It was at this point the lesson on 'imprinting' came to light, because listening to this very obviously triggered another wave of orgasms in Leah. I loved that, as over the years, all the different aspects of our enema play tend to run together; she's always been so orgasmic that I never really knew what, in particular she enjoyed in contrast to anything else we might have been doing. I like knowing that was not something she just 'did for me', and that she not only found nothing objectionable in it, but found it erotic.
So, if you haven't tried enemas and intercourse in combination, I hope the above illustrates the possibilities and motivates you to try it. I've always been amazed in all the variables I read here in the way we all enjoy our enemas, and I realize that not all of the above may appeal to everyone. But perhaps it stirs your own ideas for the possibilities 😉