@molliewhite - Back in the seventies, my wife and I occasionally stayed with friends in another town on the weekends. Their downstairs bathroom off the master bedroom had a linen closet, tub, and a large full shower. The two upstairs bedrooms had a bathroom between them with access to both bedrooms and the hall way. The upstairs bathroom was equipped exactly as the master bathroom downstairs with a linen closet, tub, and a large full shower.
The first time we stayed overnight at their house, one summer weekend, my wife and I got real horney and went up to bed early, skipped our shower, so we could get into bed and take care of each other’s needs. We both as a rule slepted nude, and that night was no different. Once in bed things got real hot and heavy, and one thing lead to the next, and after having vaginal intercourse several times my wife wanted anal intercourse, because she is as anal erotic as I am.
At home before we have anal intercourse, we give each other an enema, I lube her anus with my index finger, she lubes my anus with her index finger, then I put on a prelubed condom. This wasn’t possible that night, because we didn’t have lube, our enema bag, nor any prelubed condoms. We had both seen our friends enema bag hanging in their master bathroom shower, but were both chicken to go ask, if we could use it. We decided to give it a try anyway, because, I was still slick from our previous vaginal intercourse sessions, and I was able to insert my penis in her anus without difficulty. However, things started to go wrong pretty quickly. The lube leftover from our vaginal intercourse didn’t last long, and it started to hurt my penis a little as I moved in her anus. Then she started to complained that her anus was getting sore. Unfortunately, in the heat of the moment, we didn’t stop soon enough.
The next morning when we woke up, I had a sore penis and she had a sore anus. We got out of bed and washed up, put on our bath robes and went down to breakfast, walking kind of funny. When we got to the kitchen, our friends ask, before we even got to the table, what we had been doing the night before and why we were walking funny, now realizing we been over heard, we told them what had happen.
After breakfast our friends wife said, “I want to show you something upstairs.” We followed her upstairs into the bathroom and she opened the linen closet door. The linen closet had all the normal things you find in a linen closet, plus two enema bags, lube, and a box of prelubed condoms. My wife and I looked at each other as our friend apologized for not showing us the linen closet the evening before. I just couldn’t resist asking her, why they had equipped their upstairs bathroom linen closet that way. She said that, something similar had happened to them, and they didn’t want it to happen to any of their friends that stayed overnight, therefore, the box of condoms, lube, and two enema bags... one for each bedroom.
After we took a shower and while getting dressed, we saw hooks on the wall in the right places for giving enemas on the beds. We checked the other bedroom and found hooks there as well for giving enemas on the beds. Over the years we spent many weekends with them, even after we had kids. To this day I miss the weekends we spend with them, because the four of us had many good times together.