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This story is fiction, and all activities, incidents and behaviors depicted herein are intended solely for the enjoyment of the reader. Nothing represented herein shall be construed as an endorsement or recommendation for any practices or behaviors depicted. Do NOT try any of this at home. In addition, all characters are fictional and any resemblence to real-life personages is coincidence and strictly in the mind of the beholder.

Synopsis: After an illness a young wife's doctor prescribes an enema, and her husband is more than happy to administer it. This opens a new chapter in their sexual relationship.

Codes: MF het rom enem oral anal slow

Chapter: [ Top | Part I | Part II | Part III | home ]

I was sitting at the kitchen table finishing my second cup of coffee. In walked Raina, wearing one of my button-down collar shirts, the sleeves rolled back. "Feeling better?" I asked.

"My sides ache from all the coughing," she said in a soft, Filipino accent. "The fever is down, and..." She pointed to her chest below her left breast. "...I've stopped gurgling here when I breathe."

"You look much better. I tell you, Raina -- you had me scared for a while. I've never seen anybody so ill."

She put her fist to her mouth and coughed, doubling over. She drew in a slow, deliberate breath and coughed again.

"Are you bringing it up?" I asked.

She nodded. "You were scared? So was I."

"Pneumonia is no joke."

"The antibiotics are helping," she said.

"You should stay in bed."

"I'm so tired of being in bed. I think I might go out today. Any coffee left?"

"Maybe one cup."

She filled a cup, sat beside me and held my hand. "I'm so sorry for ruining our one-year anniversary," she said.

"Hey -- you don't have control over when you get sick. If you go out -- don't overdo it."

"Oh -- I won't. I promise."

I finished my coffee. "I'm on my way to the salt mine," I said.

She approached me and slipped her arms around me. I nuzzled the top of her head, kissed her scalp and inhaled her scent.

"God, don't kiss my hair," she said. "It must be so gross. I haven't showered in days."

I kissed her lips. "Roses wouldn't be sweeter. See you tonight."

On my drive to my office I reflected on how we met. It was five years ago, right after a fierce windstorm had blown down a tree in the back yard, blocking my driveway and narrowly missing the garage. I was newly divorced and, having sold a large house in the suburbs as part of the settlement now found myself living alone in a bungalow on a small, urban lot.

I was using a chainsaw to cut up the tree and stacking the logs for use in the fireplace. Having made the cuts I shut off the saw, slipped off my ear protectors and wiped my brow on my sleeve.

"Hey, mister," I heard someone call. I looked up and saw her. She was petite, maybe five-foot two and thin. She had a round face, full lips, perky, up-turned nose and almond-shaped eyes of the deepest brown. Her raven hair was coarse and shaggy, and her skin was a delicious, dark yellow brown.

She was speaking to me through a gap in the tall fence separating my lot from the one next door -- a gap the fallen tree had created.

I approached her. "Please help me, mister," she said and explained that five years ago she was brought from the Philippines to work for residents next door. Her wages, she had been told, were to help her family back home. But -- there were no wages and nothing was sent home. She was, in effect, a slave, living in a hidden room in the basement, forbid leaving the property and given table scraps for meals. The mistress of the house had been called out on urgent business and was due back shortly. "Please help me," she implored and then scurried back into the house next door.

I couldn't believe it. I really didn't know the neighbors; nonetheless I scarcely believed something like that was happening next door. When I finished my chain sawing I phoned the police and was interviewed by a detective. To make a long story short, based on the information I provided the neighbors were arrested and Raina set free. She was granted a green card under a program to benefit victims of human trafficking.

Raina was nineteen when rescued. She had no place to go, but she wanted to thank the man who had saved her. I had a spare bedroom and offered it. She moved in, and I helped her get her G.E.D; then I helped her find work. She helped with housework and meals and I made sure she knew she could leave whenever she wished. She never wished. Slowly we fell in love. When I was ready to buy a car, I let Raina use my old one. Then, a year ago, we were married in a civil ceremony at City Hall.

Now, Raina was attending a community college to obtain certification as a paralegal, and she's working on obtaining her citizenship. She wants to help other immigrants. I told her she should go straight for a law degree -- she's intelligent enough and her background would be a good story on a law school application. That's a ways away, she would say, and she's still young. I have no doubt she'll achieve it.

Living with me certainly improved her diet ... and mine. She moved in as a scrawny nineteen- year-old (who looked fifteen). In five years, Raina has filled out whereas I slimmed down. Her arms and legs are no longer bony and her ribs are covered with a delightful layer of femininity. Our relationship was chaste, until our wedding night, when I deflowered her.

Her bout with pneumonia had made me forget it was our anniversary. I made plans to walk over to Hubbard's during my lunch break and purchase an amethyst bracelet that she had admired for an anniversary present.

I walked into the house and set down my case. "Raina?" I called

"In here."

I found her in the kitchen wearing a tank top and running shorts. She had on an apron and was preparing dinner. "I guess you are feeling better," I remarked.

"Getting outside did me a world of good," she remarked. "I showered and dressed and went to the market."

"What are you making?" I asked.

"Pancit luglug," she replied.

"With prawns and hard-cooked egg?"

"Of course."

"You know that's my favorite."

"Of course."

I headed down to the basement and took a bottle of prosecco from a refrigerator there. "Maybe we can open this."

Raina smiled. "That would be perfect."

While her back was turned I procured the box from Hubbards and set it by her place at the table. She set down plates and picked up the box. "What's this?"

"Happy anniversary."

She opened it and held up the bracelet. "Marc -- you shouldn't have."

"Maybe not, but I did it anyway."

"It's beautiful..." She looked up at me. "I don't have anything for you."

"You've been sick. Having you healthy is the only gift I need."

"I still have another week of antibiotics," she remarked.

"Compared to how you were a week ago -- the recovery is remarkable." I reached for her hand. "Happy?"

"Very. I love you, Marc..."

"I love you, Raina."

"...you're not only my husband and lover but my friend and savior, too" she continued. Her eyes brimmed and a tear streamed down her cheek. "You've changed my life. Before I met you, I didn't have a life. All I have I owe to you."

"It was really no burden," I replied. "Your success is my reward."

After dinner I sat at the desk in the living room opening bills and writing checks. Raina approached me from behind and draped her arms over my shoulders. "I'm going upstairs to get ready for bed," she announced.

"I'll be up in a bit."

She nuzzled my neck and kissed me under my ear. "Don't be too long."

I watched the backs of her shapely legs as she skipped up the stairs and figured it likely she had some sort of anniversary surprise awaiting me in our bedroom.

I stamped the envelopes, set them in a basket near the back door and headed upstairs. Raina was in the bathroom, wearing one of my shirts as a robe and brushing her hair. I undressed to my briefs and turned back the covers. She entered, her long and heavy raven hair cascading down her back and not in the bun she usually wore at bedtime.

"You like wearing my shirts as robes, don't you?"

"You noticed," she said with a smile and wrinkling her nose. "I wear them before I wash them because your scent lingers on them." She turned her back to me, unbuttoned the shirt and slipped it from her shoulders.

When she faced me she I could see she was wearing my favorite of her nightgowns -- a simple, sheer black baby doll that fastened at the bodice with a single button. Underneath she had on black thong panties. Just looking at her gave me a raging hard-on.

We embraced and kissed. Then, I slipped between the covers and sat up, my back against the headboard. She sat between my legs and relaxed against my chest. I gathered her hair and moved it out of the way and then kissed and nuzzled her neck and shoulders.

Her gown left little to the imagination. The sheer fabric revealed her compact, A-cup sized breasts, each with a coin-sized, brown areola and nipple. I began stroking her breasts through the fabric, using the backs of my fingers and ending each with a gentle tug on her nipples. They firmed from my touch. Raina rested her yellow-brown hands on my pasty thighs and squeezed. "Mmm..." she sighed. Her breathing became deep and slow. "Mmm ... mmm ... mmm..." she sang with each exhale.

"You're sure you're feeling up to this?" I asked.

"Mmm... I am if you don't make it too strenuous."

"Oh, I won't..." I unbuttoned the single button on her gown's bodice and pulled back the fabric. "Every time I gaze on your naked breasts the thrill is as great as the first time." I resumed stroking her nipples with the backs of my fingers, this time my skin directly on hers.

"Mmm ... mmm ... mmm..." she sang again. Her breathing was becoming more deliberate and she dug her nails into my thighs. "I need this, Marc," she said softly. "Being sick didn't make me any less horny."

"It's been a few days," I remarked.

"It's been over a week ... almost two. You're going slow ... I like that..."

I knew she enjoyed foreplay. As we explored each other's sexuality I had learned it took Raina about the same amount of time to reach orgasm whether we spent most of it in foreplay or in direct stimulation of her clit. And, the latter was more likely to end up in frustration for her. It was more rewarding to get her fully aroused with foreplay first.

Raina leaned forward. She slipped the gown off and set it on the foot of the bed. Then, she turned around and knelt, straddling my legs. We embraced and kissed, each exploring the other's mouths with our tongues. I kissed her chin, neck and chest; then I covered her breast in kisses, spiraling in to her nipple.

Rimming her small, brown areola with my tongue I gently nibbled her nipple. I drew as much of her breast into my mouth as I could -- which was most of it -- and massaged her firm nipple against the roof of my mouth with my tongue.

At the same time I supported her by holding her shoulder blades. "Oh, Marc," she sighed. "I love how this feels ... I love feeling your hands on my back ... feels like you really want me."

"I do really want you," I replied and began mouthing her right breast.

"I feel it..." She ran her fingers through my hair as I nursed.

I let go of her. Raina sat back on her heels and then rolled onto her shoulder. We lay facing each other, caressing each other's bodies and kissing. Kneeling beside her I eased her onto her back and ran my hands along her sides, squeezing her small breasts and pinching her nipples.

I turned my attention to her legs. Raina's are beautiful. She has well-formed calves and cute knees. Her thighs and buttocks are solid and firm and her skin is taut -- not a ripple or dimple. "You shaved your legs today, too -- didn't you?" I remarked.

"I did. They were getting pretty gross."

"Your legs are always so smooth after you shave them ... I love smooth legs."

I continued caressing her thighs, hips and belly. Raina's abdomen was firm and flat but soft with a delightful, oval navel. I could feel her ribs but they weren't pronounced, and the effect was one of soft femininity.

The centerpiece was her mons, covered with a demure patch of jet-black hair, coarser than but just as straight as the hair on her head.

Hooking my thumbs behind the backs of her knees I gently lifted them and eased apart her thighs. Lying between them I began kissing them from her knees upward, alternating from side to side, until I reached her pubic patch. Then, I kissed her hips and her belly, slipped my tongue into her navel and headed down again.

With my thumbs I spread her labia and planted a kiss on her clit. I ran my tongue along the warm, slick insides of her labia and then nuzzled between them. I began a light, fast back-and-forth on her clit with her tongue while slipping my arms under her thighs so I could fondle her breasts.

This was still foreplay to her. I could feel the muscles in her body relaxing. She stretched her arms out straight. Her eyelids drooped and she began singing to me, "Mmm ... mmm ... mmm..." with each exhale.

I began pinching and rolling her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers. This gave her some additional stimulation but the real reason was so I could monitor her heart. By now it was pounding quite hard and I could feel the beats distinctly through the flesh of her left breast.

Slowly I transitioned my tonguing to a deliberate and firmer four-count. I counted the rhythm in my head, giving her clit a firmer stroke on each downbeat. I continued pinching her nipples, now in synch with my tongue.

I knew at this point she should be able to reach orgasm in a minute or two. I paid attention to her heartbeat as it continued to accelerate. Soon it was racing and I knew she was almost there.

She had stopped vocalizing. Raina was never very vocal during sex. When she reached the plateau phase and realized she could achieve orgasm she became silent. She bit her lip and I could see the concentration in her face.

A woman's orgasm is a joint effort, I believe. Her partner must provide reliable and consistent stimulation. That will take her to the edge, but she must find within herself what it takes to tip over the edge into orgasm. Gazing on her face, past her pubic tangle, I could see she was reaching for it.

Then, she found it. I could see her release in her expression. The tenseness of her brow relaxed, her jaw dropped and her eyes closed. Raina drew in a deep breath and released it as a long, low moan. She panted softly a few times, drew in another breath and moaned again.

I shifted my hands from her breasts to her buttocks, lifting them and holding her vulva firmly against my lips. Each time she moaned I could feel her pelvic muscles tense and press against my chin. Finally, she reached down and slipped her hand under my jaw. I knew this was her signal that she was done.

I came up from between her legs. I've never seen Raina squirt during an orgasm but she sure does ooze -- and now where her hips had been was a dinner-plate sized wet spot on the sheets.

She opened her arms and held me as we kissed. "Good?" I asked.

She shook her head. "Really good."

"It looked like you had a sweet orgasm."

She shook her head again. "Very sweet."

"I love doing oral on you," I said between kisses.

"I love you doing it on me," she replied. "Why do you like it?"

"Because ... you seem to have stronger orgasms that way. And -- I love falling asleep with your scent lingering in my nostrils."

She stroked my face. "Are you ready for me?" she asked.

"Not quite. Roll over."

"Why?"

"I want to kiss your back." I gathered her hair, lifted it and pushed it aside. Then I began kissing her shoulder blades. "You have a sexy back," I remarked as I kissed her down her spine to the small of her back. I covered her firm, round buttocks with kisses.

"That's not my back," she remarked.

"It's sexy nonetheless..." I kissed the backs of her thighs and knees. "I think the backs of a girl's knees are sexy," I said. "Yours are particularly so."

"Lucky for me," she remarked.

"No -- lucky for me." I kissed her calves and then coaxed her to roll over again. We embraced and kissed each other's lips.

I lay on my back. Raina slid my briefs down and off. Then, she wrapped her hand around my painfully erect organ and squeezed a drop of clear fluid from it. She swung her knee over my hips, straddling me and eased herself onto me.

I guided my tip into her and it slid in easily, she was so wet and slick. Wrapping my legs around hers I rocked my hips to drive in the rest of the way. Then, we held each other and kissed. This was a bit of a tradition with us -- we always paused to savor the delicious intimacy of union.

Then, gazing deeply into her dark brown eyes I began a gentle in-out action. She was right -- it had been a while. I've never had enormous stamina in this department and all too soon I felt myself approaching that familiar point of no return. I thrust harder and as I climaxed I pushed firmly against her hips while grasping her buttocks. "Raina!" I gasped and grunted as I ejaculated.

Her eyes widened and she let out a little gasp as I pumped my fluids into her depths. I'll never know exactly what a woman feels when her man climaxes, so I'll never know if response was a physical one or a psychological one.

Raina relaxed on top of me. I started to slide from under her. "Don't leave," she said. "Am I too heavy?"

"No. Never." I caressed her back and buttocks.

"I like feeling you still inside me." My erection was fading fast and it wasn't long before I popped out of her. "Oops," she remarked.

Raina rolled off of me. I took a washcloth from a stack we kept in a nightstand drawer and dabbed her between her legs. She used another on me. Then, the washcloth tucked between her labia she sat up, gathered her hair into a bun and clipped it with a gold barrette.

I switched off the light. She cuddled under my arm and caressed my chest. "That was really nice," she said. "Gentle."

"Happy anniversary," I said.

"Mmm... You too."

Her body quaked as she tried to suppress a cough. Soon she was seized by a coughing spasm like she had this morning. She rolled over, hanging off the side of the bed, wheezing and coughing. I rubbed her back. "Come on -- get it up."

Finally it subsided. "That was a big one," she remarked. "They're getting fewer and farther between."

"You are recovering. I remember having pneumonia once. I think the coughing lasted six weeks afterward."

"Great. Something to look forward to."

She snuggled against me and I held her as she drifted to sleep.

Chapter: [ Top | Part I | Part II | Part III | home ]

I was sitting at my desk when the phone rang. The display showed the call coming from the house. I picked it up. "Hello?"

Marc -- it's Raina. Can you talk?

"Hold on." I set down the phone and closed the door to my office. "Now I can. What's wrong?"

I hate bothering you with something like this, Marc. And, it's embarrassing to me.

"What is it?"

I ... I haven't been able to go to the bathroom. I think it's how I react to the antibiotic. I remember something like this happened a couple of years ago when I had that strep throat. This is worse.

"Did you talk to your doctor?"

I spoke with her nurse. She suggested some things...

"Like what?"

She said I could try milk of magnesia. I bought some yesterday when I went out but it wasn't any help. I wanted to be able to go back to class tomorrow but I can't like this. So I called back today...

"And?"

She suggested a stronger laxative. Last time I took one it made me very uncomfortable.

"The problem with those is they affect your entire system when it's only the last three feet of it that need treating."

She said I could try an enema. Would you pick one up for me on your way home? I'm not sure what to get.

"Certainly. How are you feeling otherwise?"

I'm not coughing as much.

"Take it easy, Raina and I'll see you tonight. Love you."

Oh, I love you, too, Marc.

I hung up the phone, still trying to believe my ears. Raina needs an enema. This was a topic about which I knew, having grown up with them. My twin sister and I both received them on a regular basis from an early age, administered by our Aunt Helen. I recall vividly how sneaking peeks at Becky receiving hers had made me aroused.

Raina and I enjoyed a fairly adventuresome love life -- with one exception. She would not let me near her back door. The one time I tried a little stimulation there she brought the proceedings to an abrupt halt. Just the thought of giving her an enema was making me hard. I didn't know how I'd be able to keep my mind on my work for the rest of the afternoon.

The clock dragged its way to 5PM. I packed up my case and headed for the car. There was a big, national chain drugstore on my route home. I pulled into the parking lot, went inside and headed for the aisle where they carried douches and other feminine hygiene products.

I saw the label for an enema combination syringe but the shelf was empty. You can count on this place, I thought, to be out of exactly what you need.

I headed back to my car and began driving across town to where I knew another of their stores was located. Along the way I spotted an old-fashioned, mom-and-pop style pharmacy at one end of a strip mall. I headed inside and there found what I sought.

I picked up a tube of surgical lube, a plastic, one-quart measuring cup, a pack of latex exam gloves and the combo syringe. Heading home I was almost giddy with anticipation.

"Dinner's ready," Raina said as I walked in the door.

"What's for dinner?"

"Soup and sandwich. I'm sorry it's not more elaborate, Marc." She pressed her hand against her abdomen. "I'm just feeling so sluggish today."

"Soup and sandwich is perfect," I replied. "You shouldn't have a heavy meal anyway. We'll take care of your tummy after dinner."

I helped Raina clear the kitchen after dinner, my mind flashing on what was about to transpire. "I'll show you what I bought," I said to her and removed the combo syringe from the box.

"That's not what I expected you to get," she said. "I was envisioning a little squeeze bottle."

"Those are full of harsh chemicals that can irritate your colon. With this we can gently fill your colon with plain water. The volume of water stimulates your colon mechanically. It's a gentler, more natural action, Raina." I looked into her eyes. "This is something I know about."

"How do you know about it?" she asked.

"Because I grew up with them. My mother was seventeen when she carried me. She was a bit of a wild child, so she, my twin sister and I lived with my Aunt Helen."

"You have a twin? You never mentioned it."

"We kinda drifted apart."

"I'm sorry to hear it."

"Aunt Helen was my grandmother's sister," I continued. "She believed in regular enemas as the way to good colon health, so she gave them to all of us on a regular basis." I turned to my laptop and searched for some images. "How much do you remember about human anatomy?"

"Some ... from my G.E.D. work."

I turned the laptop so she could see the screen. "This picture represents your digestive system." I pointed. "Your colon starts by your right hip, goes up under your ribcage, across your abdomen to the other side and then down your left side where it makes some twists and turns and becomes your rectum. We're going to put water into your rectum so it fills your whole colon, and that will help you go. Okay?"

"I'm going to go upstairs and try going by myself," she said.

"Okay -- suit yourself."

She headed up the stairs. I slipped the syringe back into the bag and carried it into our bedroom.

Raina stepped into the bedroom. "Any luck?" I asked.

She shook her head. "No." She regarded me for a long moment and then sighed. "All right ... let's do the enema."

"I'll prepare it," I said. "You need to change into something that's comfortable and gives us access to your bottom. One of my shirts would do."

"Okay..."

I turned on the tap to run water 'til it warmed up. Meanwhile I slit the cellophane wrapper on the combo syringe, opened the box and removed the contents. I slid the clamp onto the hose and set it aside.

The water now warmed up I tested it against my wrist and adjusted it so it was body temperature. Then, I measured one and a half quarts and poured this into the bag. On went the screw cap and the hose onto its fitting. I blew into the hose to inflate the bag a bit, attached the douche nozzle and flushed air from the hose.

From a rod I grabbed a towel and carried it and the apparatus into the bedroom. Raina was standing, wearing one of my shirts with the sleeves rolled up. I spread the towel on the bed.

She regarded the full reservoir. "How much is in that thing?"

"Well... Two quarts is considered your standard, adult-sized enema. Since you're so petite and since you're so badly plugged up I thought we'd go with three pints."

"Marc -- is this going to hurt?"

"It's possible to give an enema in such a way as to be very uncomfortable ... painful, even. You can also give one so that there's almost zero discomfort. We're going to go for the latter."

"Almost zero?"

"The object is for the enema to fill your entire colon. That fullness might be somewhat uncomfortable. Discomfort isn't the same as pain. Pain is your body's way of telling you that you're injured."

She nodded. "I understand."

"Think of it this way -- sometimes you need to feel worse before you feel better. Trust me, Raina. I know what I'm doing. I'm going to do my best to make this a not unpleasant experience for you."

"I trust you, Marc. How do you want me?" she asked.

"Lie on your back. I want to feel your tummy."

She lay on the bed and I put a pillow under her head. Then I unbuttoned the shirt up to her sternum and opened it. "You'll need to lose these," I said and grasped the waistband of her briefs. She lifted her hips and I slid them off her legs.

Sitting on the bed I gently palpitated her belly. "Where does you feel poorly?" I asked.

"It's really hard to pinpoint. I just feel ... heavy and sluggish."

I probed her belly near her left hip. "Remember the picture? This is where your colon twists and turns. It's not uncommon for you to form an impaction here."

She pressed her fingers where I was probing her. "I never paid attention."

"I think I can feel some hardness here. Let me explain what you're going to experience. At first the enema will fill your rectum and you may have a sensation like you need to go or to pass some gas. You'll need to fight that urge and hold back what's in your rectum. Eventually the enema will find a channel and begin to flow deeper into your colon. That should not be an unpleasant sensation, and it will relieve pressure in your rectum. However, because you're so impacted, and because your lower colon has those bends, you may experience some temporary cramping. If that happens, tell me and I'll stop the enema until the cramping subsides. Understand?"

Raina licked her lips, swallowed and nodded.

"As the enema proceeds you'll begin to feel fullness in your belly. That is normal and might be uncomfortable; however you should not experience any real pain. If you do, tell me and we'll stop the whole procedure. Your doctor said this was an okay thing to do and I have undergone it more times than I can count, so I can assure you that the risks are very, very low. Okay?"

She nodded again. "Okay."

"Are you nervous?"

"A little."

"You'll be fine. We'll go really slowly. That should minimize any cramping. Ready?"

"Ready."

"Roll onto your left side and draw up your knees."

I took an exam glove and slipped it onto my right hand. "I'm going to tell you everything I'm going to do before I do it. First I'm going to put some lube on your bottom."

I opened the tube of lube and squirted a blob onto my gloved finger. With my left hand I folded back the tail of the shirt she wore to expose her firm bottom. Raina's buttocks where round and firm and taught, just like her sensational, sexy thighs. With my left hand I parted them and found myself gazing on her dark brown anus. It was a neat pucker within an oval of more darkly pigmented skin.

I transferred the blob of lube to her orifice. "That's cold," she remarked.

"Just relax. I'm going to work the lube into you." I slid my finger into her anus as far as I could reach. Then, I applied a second blob, to make sure her anal canal was thoroughly coated with lube.

I smeared more lube onto the nozzle. "Here comes the nozzle," I said and held it up so she could see it

"Isn't that a douche nozzle?" she asked.

"It is, but it also makes for a better enema. It's bigger and easier to hold onto and the bulbous tip helps keep it from slipping out."

She closed her eyes and nodded. Spreading her again I touched the tip to her anus and she flinched. "Relax," I said. "Relaxation is essential to a successful enema." Gently I rocked the nozzle's knob against her pucker. Her orifice opened up and I watched the ivory plastic tip disappear into her. When I felt it clear her sphincter I rotated it to align with the base of her spine and slid it all the way into her. "Does that feel okay?"

"Feels okay."

After stripping off the glove I approached her. "Now, I want you to roll partway onto your tummy and slip your left arm behind your back ... that's it. Keep your left leg straight but bring up your right knee. Put your right foot on your left knee. This position keeps your lower colon as straight and as flat as possible. Now, relax and take long, deep breaths. The motion of your diaphragm will flex your colon and help distribute the enema." I picked up the bag and held it about two feet above her. "Here we go..."

I snapped open the clamp and then pinched shut the hose. Counting a slow five-count under my breath I released the hose for one count and held it closed for four. "Feel anything?" I asked.

"It felt cool."

"The water in the hose lost some of its heat. Does it still feel cold?"

"No..."

"Feeling any pressure or cramping?"

"Some pressure. I feel the water flowing in ... it's a different sensation."

"Not unpleasant, though."

"No," she replied, "it's not unpleasant."

About half a pint had flowed into her. I continued pinching and releasing the hose to my five-count, but had switched from one on and four off to two on and three off. Raina continued taking long, deep breaths through her nose.

The bag was down a pint so I closed the clamp and set it on the bed. "Roll on your back. That will flatten out your transverse colon -- the part that goes across. I'll mind the hose."

Raina rolled onto her back. I reached between her legs to make sure the nozzle was still fully inside her. "Get comfortable," I said. "I want to feel your tummy." Again I palpitated her belly and I could feel a hint of fullness in there. "You're about a third done," I said as I picked up the bag and snapped open the clamp. Again I pinched and released the hose, now to a count of three on and two off. Once another half pint was inside her I let go of the hose and let the enema flow freely. Raina continued her slow, deep breathing and I watched her belly heave up and down.

With a pint left in the bag I snapped closed the clamp again and set down the bag. Probing her belly, now I could feel definite fullness. "Roll onto you right side," I coached. That's good ... draw up your knees. Gravity will help the enema flow deep into your ascending colon."

She made a little giggle. "I felt bubbles inside," she said and pointed to her abdomen above her navel.

"The enema has reached at least that far," I remarked. "You have some gas in your gut. Nearly everyone does." I picked up the bag and opened the clamp. The last of the enema flowed easily into her and the bag emptied with a soft glug. "You're done," I said. I pulled the nozzle from between her buttocks and wrapped it in a facial tissue.

"Now what?" she asked.

"Roll onto your back again. You need to hold the enema until it gives you a strong urge to go. How are you feeling?" I gently caressed her thigh.

"Full," she said.

"Any discomfort?"

"No... Just fullness."

"I'm going to give your tummy a gentle massage," I said. From the nightstand I took a bottle of hand lotion and put some on my palms. Smearing it onto her abdomen I gently worked my fingers against her skin. "You are full," I remarked. "Feel." I guided her fingers.

"Yeah... I guess I am."

"Massaging your belly should help get things started. It'll also work the enema into any nooks and crannies." I pushed on her sides and worked her belly back and forth. Then, I began a circular massage from her right hip, up, across and down. "Feeling anything yet?" I asked.

"I felt a ... twinge."

"When you go to expel the enema, don't bear down if there's nothing there. Be patient and let the enema come out on its own. It's okay to push if there's something there; but don't strain. That's bad for you. Okay?"

"Okay." She closed her eyes and grimaced.

"Feeling an urge now?"

"Yeah but it went away."

"The enema is beginning to stimulate your colon," I said. "The sensations should come in waves. My aunt's rule of thumb was to hold the enema through three strong ones."

"One's building now," she said. I watched her clench her jaw and close her eyes.

"Do you need help holding it?" I asked.

She shook her head. "No ... maybe..."

I took one of the washcloths from the nightstand and folded it over a couple of times. "Roll onto your right side again."

She rolled over. I spread her buttocks, then pressed and held the cloth tightly against her anus. With my free hand I caressed her smooth thigh. "You're doing really, really well, Raina," I said.

Raina drew in a breath clenched her jaw and grimaced. "Uhhn," she grunted. "That was a strong one."

"One or two more like that." I continued holding the cloth against her bottom and caressing her leg.

"Another..." Raina grimaced, bit her lip. A gurgle came from her abdomen. "OH!" she gasped and panted. "Can I go now?"

"Yes -- go."

She hopped off the bed and sprinted to the bathroom. I watched the door close.

The evening's proceeds had given me a very hard and very wet erection and I had hoped that Raina hadn't noticed.

After about fifteen minutes she returned to the bedroom. "Any luck?" I asked.

"Oh, yes. I pooped and pooped. I had no idea I had so much in me."

"How did it go?"

She nodded. "It was surprisingly easy," she replied. "I had expected it to feel like I was pushing out bricks. Instead it was like ... soft ... sloppy ... gloppy ... stuff."

"The enema softened and broke up what was in there," I said.

"It wasn't a bad experience at all, Marc. The worst part of it was holding it through those cramps and even that wasn't so bad. I liked the way you were taking care of me ... of my comfort."

"I don't think someone who hasn't experienced an enema should administer one," I replied. Going slow is the way to minimize discomfort."

"You certainly know what you're doing."

"Feeling better?" I asked.

"Much ... though I think there's some still inside me. I feel kinda sloshy."

"Since you were so badly constipated, it's unlikely one enema will get it all. I think for best results you should have another."

"Another?"

"Yes, and this time we'll give you as much water as you can possibly take. My Aunt Helen believed that regular, large-volume enemas were tonic to the colon."

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"They exercise the muscles of your colon. And, this way we should be able to get the rest of the enema out. Shall we?"

"Okay."

I carried the apparatus into the bathroom. This time, Raina was watching over my shoulder. I removed and washed the nozzle; and I refilled the bag, this time with two quarts of warmer water. Again I blew into the hose, closed the clamp and replaced the nozzle.

"Why did you blow into the hose?" she asked.

"To give the bag some headroom," I replied. "That way it can empty more easily."

Her mouth made the shape of an O and she nodded. I held up the bag and snapped open the clamp to flush air from the hose. "Ready?"

Raina followed me into the bedroom and lay on the towel. "Left side, knees up?" she asked.

"Yep." I set down the bag and pulled on another glove. Again I spread her buttocks and liberally buttered her little hole with surgical lube. I lubed the tip, touched it to her orifice and eased it into her anus, all the way in up to the hilt. "Does that feel okay?" I asked.

"Yeah, about the same as before. Doesn't feel bad."

"You can take this one on your back," I said.

"Okay..." She stretched her legs.

I held up the bag and opened the clamp. "The second one should flow in easily."

"I can feel it ... it's warm. I can feel it going deep into me. Feels kinda good actually..."

"Remember -- deep breathing."

I watched her belly heave up and down. Raina pressed her fingers against her abdomen and ran them up and down. "Mmm..." she sighed. "I can feel it filling me up." The water was rushing into her and soon the bag was half empty. "I'm starting to feel full," she said.

"There could've been a pint of the first one left in you. Let's see how much of this you can take."

Raina continued stroking her belly as another pint flowed into her. "Really full now," she said. "Does my stomach look bigger?"

"I can see some distention," I remarked and closed the clamp. "Roll onto your right side and rest a minute."

She rolled over. I sat on the bed and caressed her leg. "This helps," she said and ran her hand along her abdomen. "My stomach is bulging!"

"Yeah -- lying like this emphasizes the distention. On your right side is your cecum. It's the widest part of you colon and it will inflate like a football. Do you think you can take a little more?"

"I'll try."

I held up the bag and opened the clamp. "Relax your belly. Do shallow panting, like a dog. Use your ribs and not your diaphragm. Make as much room for the enema as you can."

She panted for a while. "Marc -- stop. I can't hold any more."

"No need," I replied. "You took it all." I grasped the nozzle, pulled it from her and wrapped it in another tissue. "Lie on your back. I want to feel your tummy."

She rolled over. I could see a definite bulge from her sternum to her mons. Gently I probed her abdomen. "You can feel the structures of your colon," I said and guided her fingers. "Here's your cecum ... this bulge by your hip is your sigmoid colon."

"Wow... I am full." She pressed her palms to her sides below her ribcage. "I really feel the fullness here. How long do I have to hold this one?"

"Go whenever you're ready."

"I am ready." I gave her my hand to help her up and off the bed. "Let's see that tummy." She stood sideways to me and pulled back the shirt. "That looks like a three-month pregger tummy."

"If you'll excuse me..." Raina trotted into the bathroom.

She was in there less time than for the first one. "Oh, Marc," she exclaimed as she came back into the bedroom. "I feel SOOO good!"

"You do feel great after a good enema," I replied. "You had a good enema."

"I can't believe how relaxed and mellow I feel inside, now. I felt better after the first enema, but now -- after the second ...wow..." She pulled open the shirt. "Look how flat my stomach is."

"It's usually flat."

"Not this flat. Expelling that big enema felt good. I think I got a bit of a head rush from it."

"That can happen. I don't know if it's endorphins being released or what."

"I could feel my stomach shrinking and relaxing. You were right -- there still was stuff in me. I'm amazed, Marc. I never expected something like this to make me feel so good."

"So -- would you do it again?"

"Mmm... I would... Especially if you'll administer it."

"Say the word and come running."

She approached me and threw her arms around my neck. "Kiss?" She lifted up on her toes and kissed my lips. "Lift?"

I grabbed her buttocks and lifted her. She wrapped her legs around my hips and held me around my shoulders. We kissed again and she forced her tongue into my mouth. "Fuck?"

I turned around and sat on the bed while still holding her. Then, I unbuttoned the shirt she wore and she slipped it off her shoulders. Raina began unbuttoning my shirt. I began fondling her breasts, stroking them from back to front and squeezing her areolas and nipples.

She stood and coaxed me to stand. Then, she unfastened my belt and pulled off my jeans; then she noticed my soaking wet briefs. "Look at that," she remarked. "Don't tell me that just happened."

"Giving you enemas is a very sexy thing to do," I replied.

She gave me a wry smile. "Is it really? Well -- getting the enemas was a sexy thing."

"Did the enemas turn you on?"

"What turns me on is the attention you give me," she replied. "I loved feeling your hands on me. I love that you care enough about me to do this for me. I love how I feel now."

I turned down the covers and slid between them. She lunged atop me and we kissed. Raina got on all fours and straddled me. I held her around her back and mouthed her breasts. "Make me come, Marc," she said.

I eased her onto her back, spread her thighs and cupped my hand over her mons. She was quite wet down there. I lay between her legs. Nuzzling between her labia I began tonguing her clit. With both hands I caressed her smooth, flat abdomen. "Feels really good," she said. "I like feeling your hands on me."

I changed my tonguing to a sucking action on her clit. Raina put her hand on her chest, alternating stroking her nipples with her thumb and little finger. "Marc -- don't change it. I'm gonna come!" She closed her eyes, grimaced and then drew in a breath and moaned. Her thighs trembled and the muscles in her belly jerked. "OHhh!" she let out another moan and then reached down and lifted my face from her vulva.

I stripped off my briefs. She pushed me onto my back and took me kneeling, astride, posting up and down and grunting with the exertion. I put my hands on her lovely brown thighs. It didn't take her long to make me climax. I gripped her buttocks and grunted as my spasms pushed my sperm into her.

We cuddled under the covers. Raina reached across me and held onto me and I caressed her arm and shoulder. I felt her drifting toward sleep, her body relaxing, her breathing becoming regular and her legs making little twitches.

I reflected on the evening. I was sure Raina had been aroused by the enemas. No amount of bedside manner could've made her lube up like she did; and she came harder and faster with less foreplay than usual. Did she have the makings of a true enema aficionado? Time would tell.

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I parked the lawn mower outside the detached garage to give it a chance to cool down and came inside for a drink of water. Raina was at the kitchen table in running shorts and tank top. Before her were books, notebooks and her laptop. "Getting caught up?" I asked.

She lifted her arms above her and stretched. "I should be by this afternoon."

"Then, maybe we can celebrate -- go someplace nice for dinner."

"I'm sorry, Marc -- I haven't been much of a companion the past few days."

"I know you take your class work seriously. How are you feeling?"

"Good. I take the last antibiotic tonight." She pressed her hand on her abdomen. "I will be glad to be done with them."

"Are they still making you constipated?" I asked.

She rolled her eyes. "Yes. I think I'll want another enema before bed tonight."

"There's plenty where they come from," I replied. "I'm going to go out and use the weed trimmer."

"I'm going to get back to this course." She turned a page in her book.

I carried a stepladder from the bedroom and down the stairs. "What are you doing with that?" Raina asked me.

"I'm putting it away."

"So I see. Why did you need it?"

"I was installing a screw eye in the bedroom ceiling."

"Why do we need one of those?"

"I'll hang a chain from it. That way when we do an enema we can hang the bag."

"You think of everything." She used a towel to wipe off the kitchen counter. "I'll be up in a minute."

"I need to find a length of chain," I replied. "I'm sure I have some, in the basement, somewhere."

Standing on a chair I hung the chain from the screw eye and adjusted the length so it ended about two feet above the mattress. Then I took the box holding the combo syringe from the closet and carried it into the bathroom.

I filled the bag with water warmed to a couple degrees above body temperature. This time I eyeballed it to between three and four pints. I capped it, attached the douche nozzle and flushed air from the hose.

Raina was sitting on the bed. I tossed the towel onto the bed and she spread it. Then, I hooked the bag onto the chain.

Raina was wearing her running shorts and a short tank top than revealed a couple inches of her midriff. She slipped out of her shorts and briefs and stood, nude from below her navel to her feet. I love her complexion, a gorgeous yellow-brown, and her skin is so smooth it's almost shiny. She lay on the bed, rolled to her left side and drew up her knees.

I sat on the bed near her and caressed her round, firm buttocks. Then I slipped on an exam glove, smeared lubricating gel onto the nozzle and buttered her anus.

"Your anal canal follows an imaginary line from your orifice to your navel," I explained as I gently rocked the rounded tip against her opening. Slowly I eased it into her. "Once it's inside," I continued, "I tilt it upward, toward your head. Your rectum lies along the base of your spine, so otherwise I'd be bumping it against you inside. This way you can take the whole thing." I slid it all the way in. "Feel okay?"

"Feels fine," she replied.

I sat beside her. "Remember the position?"

She rolled onto her stomach, stretched out her left leg and bent her right. "This?"

"Put your left arm behind your back." I handed her the hose. "I'm going to let you control the flow. Remember -- going slowly is the way to minimize cramping." She fingered the clamp and popped it open. "Slow, deep breathing," I coached and caressed her thigh.

I watched as she pinched and released the hose. "I feel the pressure build and then the water moves up," she remarked. I really feel it going deep into me. Feels good..."

She was letting the water flow more freely than I did for her first one and soon the bag was down a third. "Time to roll over," I said.

Raina closed the clamp and rolled onto her back. "I felt it move inside me," she said and pressed her fingers against her belly. Then, she arched her back, grasped the hem of her tank and pulled it up to her sternum, exposing her soft, flat abdomen.

She opened the clamp, feathered it a couple of times and then let go of it. I watched as she closed her eyes and took long, deep breaths through her parted lips. She ran her hands along her abdomen. "I can feel my colon getting full and firm," she said.

I caressed her shin. "You look like a natural at it," I remarked.

"I'm feeling more full than the first time. Is this one bigger?"

"Maybe a little."

She continued probing her abdomen. I could see it was starting to bulge slightly. "Is it time for me to roll over?" she asked.

I looked at the bag. It had been empty for some time. "No -- you're done."

She spread her thighs and removed the nozzle, and I could see some of her juices had oozed from between her labia. "Wrap it in this," I said and handed her a facial tissue. "Just in case there's any residue on it."

"Thanks."

"I'll give you a tummy massage ... you are one full girl." I pressed my hands along her sides and gently worked her belly back and forth.

"I think I'm ready to go now," she said and headed for the bathroom.

The show she had just put on had given me another very hard and wet one. I was more convinced than ever that enemas were arousing to Raina, also.

She stepped back into the bedroom. "It feels so good pushing it out," she said, stretching her arms over her head.

"Expelling an enema is half the fun," I replied. "Ready for another?"

"Can I prepare it?" she asked.

"Sure." I took the bag off the chain and carried it into the bathroom. "Run the water to heat it up," I said. "While it's running you can wash off the nozzle."

She held the nozzle under the stream. "With soap?"

"Sure."

"How hot should the water be?"

"That depends on how you like them. It's best to start a couple of degrees on either side of body temperature. Too cool and they can be cramping. Warm water is relaxing."

"I like it warm," she said and adjusted the faucet. "Is this too hot?"

"My rule of thumb is, if in doubt, try drinking it. If it's not too hot for your mouth it's probably not too hot for your colon."

She held a tumbler under the stream and sipped it. "Not too hot at all."

Raina worked the bag under the faucet and filled it, topping it up using the tumbler. I showed her how to cap it and flush air from the hose.

I hung it on the chain and she sat on the bed. "Do you want to try inserting the nozzle?" I asked.

"Okay..." I handed it and the tube of lube to her.

"Coat the nozzle with the gel ... now; put some on your opening."

Lying on her back she spread her thighs. "Is this right?"

"Imagine a line from your navel to your orifice. Relax and ease it in." She pressed the tip to her anus and I watched it disappear into her. "Now, tilt it so it's pointing at your spine. It should go in the rest of the way without any difficulty."

Raina pushed it in and stretched her legs, the hose running between her thighs. I handed her the clamp. She fingered it; then, she sat up, grasped the hem of her tank and lifted it over her head.

She lay, naked, on the bed and I regarded her compact breasts and brown nipples. Raina took the hose and snapped open the clamp. "Oh, it is warm ... warmest one yet. Mmm... I like feeling the warmth flooding into me." She rocked her hips. "Mmm ... mmm ... mmm..." she sighed with each of her long exhales and she began probing her belly with her fingers.

I caressed her thigh. She bent her left leg and tucked her foot under her right knee. I continued caressing her, sliding my hand up her thigh until I encountered her labia.

I began caressing her slit, worked my finger into it and dipped into her copious juices.

"Marc," she said, "what are you doing?"

"I thought I'd enhance the experience for you," I replied as I began stroking her clit.

"Marc -- stop that."

"Doesn't it feel good?"

"Marc -- I said, stop!" She lifted up on her elbows and glared at me and I knew she meant business. I lifted my hand from her. She snapped shut the clamp, took out the nozzle and headed for the bathroom, closing the door loudly behind her. The bag hung on the chain, more than half full.

She emerged from the bathroom. "Raina..." Without a word she took a mid-thigh length sleep tee from a drawer and pulled it over her head. Then, she took her pillow and stalked down the stairs.

I followed her and found her curled up under an afghan on the sofa. "Raina..."

"Leave me alone."

"I want to talk."

"Maybe I don't." She looked up at me, the afghan pulled up to her armpits. "What you did made me feel ... violated, Marc. I never expected to feel that from anything you did. If I had -- I wouldn't have agreed to marry you."

"Agree? You leapt at the chance."

"Then, I wouldn't have leapt at it," she replied icily.

"I'm sorry, Raina. I ... I guess I got carried away. You looked so sexy, lying there, naked ... the nozzle in your bottom ... how you were rocking your hips ... your belly getting full and firm..."

"It wasn't a sexy thing to me."

"It must've been. I saw how you were getting aroused ... how you were lubing up."

Her jaw dropped. "How can you talk to me like that? Marc -- this was my fourth ever enema. Maybe you find them arousing. I'm still getting accustomed to them ... to the sensations they give me. And, the liberty you took ... we didn't even discuss it. If we had talked about it -- it might have been different."

I looked at her for a long moment. "You're absolutely right, Raina. I was out of line and I do apologize. Do you want to talk about it?"

"Not now. Now I want to be alone with my thoughts." She curled up again and pulled the afghan up to her chin.

"Okay ... I'll leave you alone."

Glumly I started toward the stairs. "Marc?"

I returned to her. "What?"

"How did it happen that enemas arouse you so?"

I pulled up a chair. "I told you my Aunt Helen gave them to me and my sister. My mother was seventeen when she had Becky and me; and Aunt Helen took us all in. My mom was a wild child, and more than a bit of one -- always getting into trouble. I was Aunt Helen's favorite. I think Becky reminded her too much of my mother as a girl. Aunt Helen was sure she'd follow my mom's footsteps. You know -- sometimes if you set expectations, they become self-fulfilling prophecies. Becky did grow up to be like my mother -- always in trouble."

"Where are they now?"

"My mom is in prison, doing a lengthy sentence for a whole bunch of stuff. Becky? Who knows? She could be on the street ... she could be dead for all I know."

"Gosh, Marc. I thought I had it rough. I'm sorry to hear all this."

"At any rate, Aunt Helen believed in the Saturday night enema. She thought a weekly purge and large-volume filling was good for your colon -- it kept it toned. That was the routine for all of us, my mom included. I used to spy on Becky when she got hers -- and once or twice on my mom, also."

"Your aunt gave enemas to your mom?"

"She had Mom give them to herself. I knew what an enema felt like and watching Becky receive hers made me aroused, even as a ten-year-old. When we were twelve Becky was caught selling pills to other kids. She was expelled and spent a year in a juvenile facility. My mom went to jail, too -- drugs and prostitution. By age fourteen my mom was home from jail but still doing drugs and turning tricks. Aunt Helen gave her an ultimatum -- clean up your act or you're out on the street. Mom couldn't reform so out she went and Becky decided to go with her. I spent the rest of my high school years living with Aunt Helen.

"She had stopped giving us enemas when we reached puberty. Aunt Helen had a job so there were long stretches of time when I was alone in the house. One day I came across the enema gear and, more out of ennui than anything else, I gave myself an enema. I found it powerfully arousing. In fact I had my very first orgasm from an enema."

"How?" she asked.

"I had made it hot ... too hot, actually. I was using the douche nozzle and I must've got the position just right so the jets were spraying near my prostrate. At first I didn't quite realize what was happening, but I figured it out. I've never been able to duplicate it -- try as I have.

"I used enemas a lot in high school. I didn't have much of a social life -- I wasn't athletic and I was considered a bit of a twink by the other kids."

"Did you like girls?" she asked.

"Yes, but the feeling wasn't mutual. I'll admit my orientation was a bit ambiguous, at least until I was seventeen or so. In junior high I did have some sorts of gay crushes on a couple of the boys. That and Aunt Helen's protectiveness put a crimp in my social life. So, during junior high and high school, enemas were my recreation. When I got to college I stopped -- it's hard to find the necessary privacy in a dorm with a roommate and communal bathrooms. I met Francine -- my ex -- and we were married after I graduated. After my divorce I started using them again, but I kinda go hot and cold on them. I haven't used them since you came into my life."

"I had no idea..."

"Ever since I spied on my sister, the thought of giving a girl an enema has been a turn-on for me, Raina. The thought that this was something you and I could do ... something that we could have between us ... something we and only we could share... Well, it seemed like a bit of heaven to me."

"You think giving an enema is arousing?"

"Very. Don't you?"

"I don't know. I know one way to find out."

"What's that?" I asked.

"Come upstairs. I'm giving you an enema."

"Are you serious? I haven't had someone give me an enema since I was twelve."

"Then, I think you're overdue."

I headed up the stairs. Raina took down the bag and carried it into the bathroom. She emptied its contents into the sink and washed the nozzle. "You know," I said, "it's not really a good idea to share enema equipment."

"We've been married a year -- don't you think we share the same germs?"

"Probably."

She ran the water to warm it up, testing it by sipping it from the tumbler. Then she filled the bag, stoppered it and carried it to the bedroom.

I stripped off my jeans and briefs and lay on the towel. Raina eased me onto my left side. She lubed my butt and the nozzle and started inserting it. "Is this right?" she asked.

"Yes -- that's fine." She pushed it in all the way. I rolled onto my back. "I like to take them on my back," I said.

"Suit yourself." She snapped open the clamp.

Immediately I felt that familiar cool squirt deep in my pelvic bowl. It soon was replaced the warmer water from the bag. I could feel the pressure build and release as the enema worked its way up my colon. I felt a cramp forming so I massaged the lower left side of my belly.

It must've been beginner's luck. Raina had got it right -- the water was warm, just shy of too hot, the pressure was just right and she had positioned the nozzle just right. The jets were spraying against the wall of my rectum and tickling my prostrate. It felt heavenly.

Raina began unbuttoning my shirt. "I want to feel your tummy get big and full," she said and began probing my abdomen with her fingers. Then she noticed my firm erection. "Something's getting big," she remarked and wrapped her fingers around my shaft.

"Feels really good," I replied. "You made it warm."

"Too warm?"

"No, but almost. It's how I like them."

The warmth and pressure against my prostrate was giving me an intense hard-on. Raina caressing my belly only amplified it. "Oooh, you are getting full," she remarked and again squeezed my manhood. "Meaty... Maybe you'd like some of this, too..." She began caressing my chest and running her nails across my nipples.

Then, it happened. I felt the tingle that heralds the onset of orgasm. "Oh, God," I gasped and grunted as a half-dozen spurts shot out of my organ, landing as hot blobs on my stomach.

"Goodness gracious!" Raina exclaimed. "How did that happen?" She wrapped her fingers around my still firm but softening organ.

"Everything was just right," I replied. "The water temperature, the position of the nozzle and the pressure were just right. The way you touched me -- pushed me over the brink."

Raina grabbed one of the cloths from the nightstand and began cleaning me off.

"If you'll excuse me -- this enema wants out."

I headed to the bathroom and was treated to a very satisfying expulsion. It had been before Raina and I had married since I had such a good purge.

Heading back to the bedroom I found Raina lying nude on the towel. From the chain hung the enema bag, full and bulging. "Is that for you or me?" I asked.

"Well," she said coyly, "we didn't really finish my second one. I filled this up downstairs." With that she rolled onto her left side, drew up her knees and grabbed her buttock to expose her anus. The, she wiggled her bottom as an invitation.

I greased the nozzle and worked lube into her, this time using my bare finger. The nozzle slid into her easily and she rolled onto her back. I opened the clamp.

"Mmm..." Raina hummed as the water began flowing into her. "I tried to make this one as warm as yours," she said. "Just this side of too hot. I can feel the warmth ... penetrating deep into me." She probed her belly. "I'm starting to feel the fullness."

I put my hand on her abdomen and could begin to feel the fullness in her colon. "I like feeling your hand on me," she said and put her hand on mine.

"You like?"

"Mmm... Lower."

I moved my hand to just above her mons. "How's this?"

"Lower." Raina lifted her knees and let them fall to the sides, spreading her thighs. I looked at her wet pussy and the hose plugged into her brown anus.

Gazing deliberately into her dark brown eyes I slipped my finger between her labia and coated it with her juices. Then I began stroking her clit, pressing the soft pad of my finger against it and making frequent dips into her pool of slick fluids.

I put my free hand on her belly. She put her hand on mine. Raina closed her eyes, her deep breathing growing more rapid. Soon she was panting. I continued to caress her abdomen, feeling the fullness inside her increase as the bag emptied. "Feels really good, Marc..."

She put her hand on her chest and stimulated her nipples alternating left and right with her thumb and little finger; and she began making little moans with each exhale.

By now the bag was empty. Her abdomen was firm and distended. She grabbed and tugged on her nipple. "More!" she gasped and I increased the vigor of my stroking on her clit.

She set her jaw, closed her eyes and drew in a deep breath. "OHHH" she groaned. "Don't stop." She drew in another breath. "AHHHH!" Her legs jerked. "AHHH!" she moaned again, her belly jerking. She curled forward while drawing up her right leg -- I held down her left thigh to maintain access to her slit. "AHHHH!" Her body shook and her thighs trembled. She drew in another breath and yelped. "OH! Stop ... stop!"

I lifted my hand. Slowly, Raina straightened her right leg and then her left. Her breathing slowed; then she wiped perspiration from her upper lip. "I'm sweating," she said and wiped her brow. "That enema made me warm." She looked up at me and then at my firm, fresh erection. Raina spread her thighs wide. "Go ahead, Marc. I know you want it. I want it, too."

I grabbed her knees and turned her so her buttocks were on the edge of the mattress, the nozzle still planted in her rectum. Then, I adjusted my stance so I was aligned with her entrance and pushed into her. "You feel bigger," she remarked.

"You feel tighter. I think it's because your rectum is inflated from the enema and compressing your vagina.

I put my hand on her mons and turned it so my thumb was against her clit. Then, I began a circular massage, pressing down on her clit against my shaft. Raina panted and moaned. I began a gentle rotation of my hips to take some friction. Whether or not she had another orgasm I don't know; but my climax came sooner and stronger than usual for a second go.

I eased out of her, cleaned her up with a cloth and slipped the nozzle from between her buttocks. She stood and headed toward the door. "Let's see," I said. She turned sideways to me and ran her hand along her distended belly. "Very nice."

"Come with me."

I followed her into the bathroom. She sat on the toilet. I pulled up a stool and caressed her shin. "That was," she said, "without a doubt the strongest orgasm I ever experienced. I never anticipated how the heat and pressure could enhance it."

"Well... The nerves in your genitals and in your anus and rectum are close together and may share the same pathways."

"Is that normal?" she asked.

"Normal? Who know what's normal. I do know it's not uncommon. If you find something that's pleasurable -- why not exploit it?"

"Why not." Raina closed her eyes and bore down, sending a thunderous gush into the bowl. "God, it feels so good expelling these. I can feel my stomach shrinking ... I'm getting that mellow, relaxed feeling." She closed her eyes again and another gush hit the porcelain. "I'm really glad you told me your story, Marc," she said. "It took some courage to open up like you did."

"I love you, Raina. If this is something that we can share ... if it strengthens our love... I want us to understand each other and not have inhibitions."

"That's it -- I was inhibited. No longer, Marc."

"Did you find giving me the enema was arousing?" I asked.

"Not so much ... until you had your orgasm. That's when it made sense to me."

I took her hand and squeezed it. "So -- we'll do this again?"

"Mmm... Would every Saturday night be too often?" she asked.

"Not too often ... maybe not often enough."

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