About five years after my husband died and still in my forties I made a difficult decision to try and fulfill a fantasy I had harboured for years. I had dreamed of receiving an enema as an adult for the first time. Ideally I had wanted my husband to administer it but he would never go near my bottom let alone inject water into it. I had not had sex since my husband died and I knew that I might not meet anyone romantically who would fulfill my fantasy.
Eventually I plucked up the courage enough to contact a gentleman who advertised amongst other things the administering of enemas in a medical setting. I was very nervous but agreed to meet him in a pub to discuss my requirements. He was a good-looking gentleman probably late fifties in age. He asked me what I was looking for and I explained that I had no one to give me an enema but I did not wish for anything sexual from the meeting. He confirmed, that for a not insubstantial payment, he would give me a cleansing enema followed by a second to remove any irritant present in the first. It would be completed in a medical setting in his house and he would behave as any nurse or doctor would throughout.
We agreed for me to visit him the next day. I was both very nervous and very excited when I rang the bell. To my surprise a female about my age opened the door and confirmed my name very formally. She said I was a little early but that Doctor Brown was ready for me. She showed me straight into a room, which was just like a doctor's surgery. "Doctor Brown" was there in a white coat and greeted me just as formally.
"Would you like nurse Gemma to be present during the procedure or not? It is completely your chose."
It did comfort me but I had not envisaged a third party present and said that I did not require her to stay. He invited me to undress behind the screen only retaining my bra. He said there were gowns to wear if I wished but that he generally preferred to work without them. I was a little uncomfortable but felt to use one would seem to question the "doctor's" authority. As I undressed I was horrified at how excited and wet I had become. With nothing else available I tried to dry my pussy with my already very wet panties before creeping out into the room.
"Please lay on the couch on your side facing away from me and bent your top leg. I will then lubricate you ready for the nozzle. There that's just perfect."
I was surprised to hear the door open.
"This should be the perfect temperature would you like me to hang it on the stand for you. I have put an extra half pint in this first bag, as I am sure Mrs. Ashley would want the full experience."
"Thank you Gemma, yes I am sure Mrs. Ashley will be a good patient and will be capable of handling a large warm enema. This should really clean her out nicely."
The fact that the nurse knew what was going to happen for some reason embarrassed me even though she then left and closed the door. I had spent the previous evening shaving the hairs on my bottom and pussy and trimming my pubic hair. I was really nervous of anyone seeing my anus, which nobody had seen since I was a child. He was firm as he lifted my upper cheek and quickly found the center of my crinkled bottom with his lubricated finger. After lubricating the area he pushed his finger in a couple of inches with no delay. It took my breath away and it took me a couple of seconds to realize that it felt wonderful.
His finger disappeared way too quickly but I was delighted when newly lubricated it was reinserted. He worked deeply around inside my bottom spreading the lubricant into every part he could reach. I wished he would, in addition to lubricating me, spend a little time just fucking my bottom with his finger but I realized I had made it clear that I was not looking for a sexual experience. I was tempted to say I had changed my mind but thought better of it.
"There you feel a lot more relaxed back there now."
He explained that the nozzle had two balloons and one would be blown up inside my anus and one outside. In this way there would be no risk of leaking and I would be able to take a larger volume. I was surprised as he pushed the nozzle into me how big it was. It was not painful but it stretched me wider than I am sure I had ever been.
"You are very tight back here Mrs. Ashley. I had assumed that you had had anal sex but if you haven't and the nozzle is too big I can use a smaller one."
"No I haven't but it is okay it is not too big please carry on using it."
He did seem to push the nozzle in and out a little more than I expected but I was not complaining. It felt even better than his finger. He told me he would now start to inflate the inner balloon. Within two squeezes I felt my bottom was full but he squeezed twice more until I gasped. To my surprise he deflated the balloon and started again saying this would locate it better. After four squeezes he asked if I was okay and I said that I could take a little more. The fifth seemed to fill my pussy as well as my bottom. The outer balloon was inflated with little fuss.
"Now you are likely to experience some cramps as the water goes in. Please tell me and I will pause it until you say. For this cleansing to be successful I require you to take the full bag, do you understand?"
It was the first time he had seemed to challenge me but it was just the treatment I wanted. At my first complaint he stopped the flow and told me to turn onto my back. I hesitated only to be told to do as requested, as this would allow him to massage my stomach to force the water deeper. Now I was afraid he would see that my pussy was once again flooding. I could not look him in the eye as I turned showing him my clipped pubes and wet pussy. The movement had stopped the cramps and he released the flow again. Using his thumbs he massaged just above my pubic hair moving his hands upward in circles.
Although he was inches away the pressure applied down there and the aroused state I was in had led to my clit being fully erect. I have a very tight clit hood, which prevents my clit putting in a full appearance on most occasions, but also means that once exposed it stays erect while I am aroused. There was no chance of it disappearing any time soon. I was now feeling very full and more water was going in. I asked for a break and he turned the flow off. He massaged on and I found my hips pushing in an attempt to get his arm or his fingers to contact my clit. I knew that the merest touch would bring me to orgasm and this scared me but my body kept on trying. I sensed the bag finally emptying and was very relieved, as I was ready to explode in more ways than one.
"There Mrs. Ashley you have done well, let's see if I can distract you for ten minutes while the solution does it's work?"
I thought he was going to sexually excite me but was disappointed when he moved away and put some music on. My body was screaming for sexual attention and relief. I thought about masturbating I wished the doctor would touch me or even fuck me but that was not going to happen. For the second time I nearly broke down and asked him to change our agreement but just held out until he told me it was time to empty my bowels. Supporting the nozzle in my bottom he led me to the toilet and deflated the balloons and eased it out of my bottom. He told me to come back when I had finished. It took ten minutes before I was once again on the couch.
