Asses Up

Julie stirred and slowly came awake as she felt her husband Jeff get out of bed and enter the bathroom. She heard him void his bladder and wash his hands. She got up, put on her robe, and padded after him to do the same.

They met at the doorway and she kissed him good-morning. "How are you feeling this morning?" she asked.

"Fine," he replied and yawned. "You?"

"Could use more sleep, but otherwise okay." She smiled. She actually felt lascivious, but kept it to herself for the moment. "Go back to bed, I'll prepare your enema and bring it in to you."

Jeff obediently wandered back to the bedroom to wait for his weekly enema session. Before getting back in bed he stripped off his underwear. The bed had cooled in his absence and he shivered when he snuggled under the cotton sheets.

Julie took off her robe and stripped also, tossing her under garments into the hamper. She put her robe back on and began to prepare Jeff's enema. She took the vintage red enema bag out of the linen closet and set it on the vanity. Next she opened the plastic tub that held the enema accessories and chose Jeff's double inflatable nozzle and a couple of packets of liquid enema soap and a small wooden spoon. From under the vanity she retrieved a plastic liter measuring cup and a tub of baking soda.

Julie ran the water and adjusted the temperature to her liking and filling the enema bag part way from the running stream. She hung the partially full bag from the towel rack adjacent to the sink and let the water rinse through the tubing. While the water flowed through her grandmother's enema bag, Julie carefully filled the liter cup with water. Once it was full to the liter mark she tore open the soap packs and squeezed the pale contents into the clear water. She deftly stirred the soap into the water creating a cloudy solution with little suds. She checked that the enema bag was empty, closed the clamp, and decanted the soapy solution into the bag. She refilled the measuring cup and added a quarter cup scoop of baking soda to the water. After stirring to dissolve the baking soda in the water she added it to the enema bag. Julie added additional water until the never-failing enema bag was completely full.

She then assembled the double inflatable nozzle, adding small clamps ahead of the squeeze bulbs to ensure that once the balloons were inflated they stayed that way without further action. The bulbs tended to leak air after a few minutes and Julie did not want to have to monitor their state during Jeff's enema.

Before taking the full enema bag to her husband's side, Julie put the tube of Surgilube in her pocket and donned a pair of latex surgical gloves. Lastly, almost forgetting, she reached into her other pocket and removed a condom packet. She tore it open but did not remove the rolled rubber from the foil. She put it back in her pocket, cinched up her robe and picked up the heavy enema bag and went into the bedroom.

Jeff silently watched his wife hang the enema from the top hook on the antique coat rack they'd inherited from her grandmother. It was a massive oak object and the heavy enema bag hardly affected its balance. A shiver of anticipation rushed over Jeff as he watched. A stirring in his loins manifested his desire.

Julie draped the double inflatable nozzle over the top of the enema bag and went back for their special enema towel, a luxurious, ruby red Egyptian cotton bath towel they only used for enemas. She placed it not where Jeff expected, by his side, but over towards the middle of the bed. Julie flipped back the bed clothes and reached into the pocket of her robe for the Surgilube.

"On your side, with your leg up," she instructed.

Jeff well knew the drill and he quickly rolled onto his left side and drew his right leg towards his torso. He attempted to relax, waiting for the first cold, wet touch of lubricant.

Julie opened the tube of lube and squeezed a ribbon of clear jelly onto her middle finger. She leaned over her husband's rear and lifted his right butt cheek with her free hand. Julie stroked her middle finger over his tight butt hole, spreading the lubricant around his anus. Her finger invaded his anal ring and probed, pushing some of the goo into his anus. She withdrew her finger from his behind and added more Surgilube to her gloved fingers, this time squeezing a glob onto her index finger as well. Again she reached over and invaded her husband's behind.

Jeff took measured breaths and tried not to tense his anal muscles. He was partly successful but the touch of his wife's fingers were maddeningly erotic.

From experience, Julie knew how to prepare her husband's anus to receive the double inflatable nozzle. She pressed her middle finger completely into his anus and then twisted it until she felt his anal muscles begin to loosen. Then she began to move the finger in and out, then, without hesitating she added her index finger. The two fingers stretched his anus sufficiently for her purposes which was to make it ready for the rubbery folds of the distal balloon to slide in. Before removing her fingers from his tight opening she curled them forward and rubbed them over is prostate gland. She was pleased that she could feel his erection internally.

Julie straightened up and took the inflatable nozzle from the top of the enema bag. She smeared lubricant over both deflated balloons before grasping the distal balloon just below its tip with three fingers. Julie bend once again over her husband's backside and lifted his ass cheek with her free hand. She placed the tip of the inflatable nozzle against his anus and began the tricky insertion. She had to simultaneously push it in while supporting its flabby folds and prevent it from slipping back out as she moved her fingers down it's length to grab more balloon. After several slips the bulk of the rubber balloon passed Jeff's sphincter and Julie was able to fully insert the distal end.

She quickly stripped off the gooey glove, turning it inside out in the process. She tossed it into the near-by waste basket and rapidly closed the valves on the inflation bulbs. Since she thoughtfully used different style clamps on the two bulbs Julie was able to distinguish which of the otherwise identical black squeeze bulbs inflated the inner balloon. She pumped the bulb three times and was satisfied that the distal balloon was fully inflated and properly placed. She repeated the process with the external balloon and then tightened the two clamps to ensure that the balloons stayed fully inflated.

She unceremoniously clicked open the clamp to start the flow of enema solution. A startled Jeff looked questioningly up at her only to see her removing the condom from its wrapper. He watched as she squeezed out enough Surgilube to coat the inner surface of the rubber.

"On your back so I can roll this onto your cock." Julie snapped the enema shutoff clamp closed to punctuate her instruction.

Without hesitation Jeff rolled to his left. The external inflatable nozzle balloon pressing into his anus and the enema solution filling his rectum ignored. His left hand pulled his balls up and pushed his erection away from his body.

Julie placed the lubricant filled condom over the tip of her husband's cock and unrolled the latex sheath completely down the shaft. She stripped off the remaining latex glove and loosened her robe, exposing her boobs and stiff nipples to the cool bedroom air. As she walked around to her side of the bed she rubbed some Surgilube over her labia. She placed a pillow in the middle of the bed and covered it with the enema towel.

"I want you inside me as you take your enema," she announced.

Jeff waited for his wife to get in position before he moved. The enema hose was under his hips at the moment, but when rolled to his right to mount his wife, the hose would be loose.

Julie left her robe open but still on. She lay on the towel covered pillow, spread her legs and adjusted her hips for easy entry. "Open the clamp and enter my pussy," she told him.

Jeff found the shutoff and snapped it open. As quickly as he could be rolled onto his waiting wife and positioned the head of his cock at the opening of her pussy. Julie reached down and guided his hardon into her warmth.

Jeff flexed his hips and discovered that the inflated balloons were quite distracting. "No, don't move", Julie elaborated. "I don't want you to fuck me, I want you in me."

Jeff lowered himself onto his wife's body and tried to relax. The flowing enema made that a difficult prospect under the best of conditions. Having his cock encased in a lubricant-filled rubber, jammed to hilt in his wife's tight pussy and having his ass plugged with a balloon the size of an egg made it more or less impossible.

Julie could actually feel the warmth spreading through her husband's tummy as the enema solution filled his colon. His thickness lodged inside her began to slowly stimulate her. She silently teased him by contracting her pubic muscles around his cock whenever she felt him tense from an abdominal cramp. There was no activity to speak of, no friction, no mutual movement yet Julie was inexorably reaching orgasm as sure as if Jeff was pistoning in and out of her pussy like a teenager. Her parent's weren't as weird as she first imagined when she had witnessed their quiet coupling in the family pool. At the time Julie couldn't see how her mother got off from that, because as far as Julie could see, nothing was happening. Now, many years later, she understood. There were many different ways to be stimulated.

Jeff was discovering this fact as well. He was getting an enema while fucking. Or more accurately, he was fucking while his ass was being filled. Well, he wasn't actually fucking, since his cock wasn't moving, but he did have it lodged up his wife's pussy, which was pretty damn close to the same thing.

For some reason Jeff's thought's went back to his early childhood and the games the neighborhood boys played. One of the rules, usually shouted out at the beginning of the discussion over which game to play, was "asses up!" The loser would have to lean over at the waist, hands against a wall, and provide his backside as a target. The other boys would aim and throw the ball at the kid with the "ass up". Most boys tried to throw too hard and would miss, but some could both throw hard and accurately. The rubber ball would leave a round red mark on the ass cheek for hours.

Jeff's ass was certainly up, but no one was aiming a rubber ball at it. It felt like one was jammed up his ass and he loved it. When he came he was certain his spunk was going to explode through the tip of the rubber. He often fantasized about being fucked in the ass while he was fucking his wife. It was the anal stimulation he craved, not another man. When they tried using a butt plug it either slipped out or was too uncomfortable. Julie couldn't reach around to manipulate a dildo or anal probe, so that approach was out. Opportunities for orgies with her brother, Chad, and his wife were few these days what with the children and the distance.

Julie looked at the enema bag and saw that it was flat. She knew Jeff would climax very soon. He rarely orgasmed before the enema bag was empty when the enema was intended to be sexually stimulating. He was very good at peaking when the enema was finished. Did he ever peak, too. His enema climaxes easily produced twice his normal volume of ejaculate. She'd swallowed his cums plenty of times to know. She tightened her vaginal muscles, imaging herself pulling his cock deeper into her pussy.

Jeff came. The fat balloons stimulated his anal nerves and his prostate gland. The pressure and cramps from the enema solution elicited that time-worn sexual reaction. His wife's tight pussy was almost superfluous. Almost. The contractions and warmth notched up his pleasure-response. He ejaculated in one massive spurt, shuddered and stiffened and shot another gigantic load then another.

Julie wrapped her arms around Jeff's back and, feeding off of his orgasm, rode her own climax one beat behind his.

When Jeff's breathing slowed to normal he gingerly rolled off of his wife. He snapped the clamp closed and gathered himself together to go void.

Julie stopped him as he was getting off of the bed. She looked at the condom dangling from his turgid cock, even accounting for the lubricant she'd added, it looked like he shot a record load. "Here," she said, handing him one of the familiar blue pills. "Take this now."

Jeff took the pill and popped in his mouth and dry swallowed it. "Okay, but I got to really go," He said, gesturing with the empty enema bag for emphasis. "And these take a while before they work, you know."

"You'll have plenty of time for it to work. When you're done getting rid of the enema and finished cleaning the equipment, shave your cock and balls. Then come back and give me a good, hard ass fucking. You should be up for it by then."

He was.

 
The End