Massage therapy
I was feeling tired and tense. When I complained to my wife about it, she suggested I let her make an appointment with her masseuse. I have never had a professional massage. My feeling was that a good back rub or massage was not something a person should be trained for. Or he might even be trained to do. I had been told I gave a killer massage by all the women I’d shared a bed with over the years. To me, you either had the gift of applying enough pressure or you didn’t. To me, it was very similar to making love in terms of sensitivity to touch.
But Candy insisted, so I finally gave in. That’s why I found myself that afternoon sitting in Jennifer’s waiting area while she finished with her client from earlier. I had seen Jennifer a few times when I went to pick up my wife from her appointments. She was a short, nice woman. Her black hair was cropped short and she liked to wear shorts and tank tops when she worked. Her breasts were small and almost pubescent beneath her large nipples. On one occasion, when she had worked up quite a sweat during Candy’s massage, her nipples made their presence known by reacting to the somewhat cooler air in the outer room. They seemed to be enormous for the size of the mounds they adorned, being almost a cm and about the same diameter.
The studio was in the center of a mall, right next to the east-west highway. There was another reason I had been wary of “massage therapy.” It was because there is too much New Age stuff around us these days. I accept the therapeutic value of massage. But the crystals, the aromatherapy, the temple bells, and all the other happy crap that so many of them threw out made me want to puke. Jennifer might be one of those, I wasn’t sure.
Jennifer led a rather large woman from the back room and led her through the front door. Then he turned to me. Passing the door, she held out her hand and smiled.
– Bill, I’m glad Candy talked you into coming. I’m sure I can help you.
I wondered what my wife had said to him, exactly.
– I’m sure you’re having a great time, I replied, not knowing what else to say.
Jennifer giggled and told me that the term “friction” was for locker rooms and boxers. But, she added, it was not so different that she would not agree that a rose by any other name—etc., etc. I started to like this woman more.
In the dining room, he told me to undress as much as I was comfortable and he would be back. He hid under a curtain over a back door. I was quite comfortably naked, so I undressed and lay down on the table. I wasn’t sure of the protocol, so I pulled the sheet over my lower half and relaxed on my back. After a few minutes Jennifer called from behind the curtain asking if they were ready. I told him I was.
He returned to the room. He had some fresh towels in his arms, which he placed on a table at the edge of the room.
– Any musical preferences? she asked.
I told him anything but “that New Age bullshit.” She laughed and put on a soft tool that I didn’t recognize. But it didn’t have any tools in it that I couldn’t name, so I settled for it. He asked me to turn on my stomach and adjusted the donut shaped face support to my size. Starting at my neck, she moved up my back, then repositioned the sheet to make the back of my legs. All the while, she asked questions.
– Do you have certain sore points or stiffness in a certain area?
– Well, from time to time I had some sharp pains on the back of my legs, I told him.
– Maybe we should seriously work on our glutes, she replied.
Taking the term to mean my ass, I just said she was responsible.
– I’m in your hands — literally. Whatever you think will work best is fine with me.
She hesitated before saying anything else. When she came back to work on my lower back, she spent some time applying pressure around the kidney area. When I tensed up at one point, she asked about it.
– You just found a point there that seems sensitive.
He slowed and worked inch by inch until he hit her again. I flinched again, but she had been gentler this time.
– This may seem like a personal question, Bill, she began, but how is your digestion?
Thinking he wanted to ask me if I had heartburn or stomach pain, I told him it was fine.
– I mean, what about your intestines? Are you okay?
The question surprised me. I had to think about it. While I was thinking, she uncovered my ass and started working deep into the thick muscles. I was usually regular like clockwork. Shortly after getting out of bed, I would be in the bathroom. But as I thought about it, I realized that I’ve been a little off schedule the last few days, and I told him so. It felt weird, sitting there naked with a pretty young woman rubbing my bare ass, telling her about my bowel movements. But her next question surprised me even more.
– Have you ever done an enema, Bill?
I laughed. My childhood image came to mind of a red rubber “hot water bottle” holding a long rubber hose hanging from the shower curtain rod in my parents’ bathroom. I told him I remember making one at least once as a kid.
– Well, they’ve declined in popularity over the last forty years or so, but they seem to be making a comeback. Perhaps the cult of beauty made them seem unattractive, she added.
Then she laughed.
– Of course, there is nothing romantic or attractive about pumping a hot water bottle up your ass!
Her laugh made me join in. She became serious again and explained the benefits.
– But, I said, the bottom line is that they’re still pumping a bag full of water up my ass. I’m not sure the situation is that bad.
– Well, what I would recommend is an enema, even if your constipation is temporary. The water type is less harmful than the commercial types. They have chemicals in them that you don’t seem to need.
We talked a little more and although I was reluctant, I said I would give it a try.
– Do pharmacies still sell that stuff? I asked.
I hadn’t seen any enema kits on pharmacy shelves in a long time.
“Well, I suggest you do one here before you go,” she said.
I realized she meant she would administer it. Maybe there’s some doubt in me that I don’t suspect exists, but the idea seemed to alter my libido. So much so that the idea of this woman slipping a greased nozzle up my ass made my cock twitch and go semi-hard. I must have hesitated too much, because she said:
– But, of course, it depends on you. I don’t want to force you to do something you don’t really want to do.
– No, I said, maybe too quickly this time, I absorbed the idea. If… well, if you really think it would be good, I agree.
I felt my cheeks heat up. Throughout this conversation she had squeezed and rubbed my bottom and thighs. That, added to the image of her opening my bottom and sliding an enema nozzle up,m-a caused me to be incited.
Then she asked me to come back to finish my massage. Uh-oh! My penis was hard! Well, I thought. It can’t be the first time it’s happened. Luckily she held the sheet so I wasn’t totally exposed. But naturally, when the sheet settled over my midsection, it was pretty clear that I was awake. Professional or not, I saw Jennifer’s gaze drift away.
He focused on my arms and then my legs. My erection was gone as she rubbed and we talked. But I was curious.
– Jennifer, I started, has Candy ever done an enema here?
– Well, like doctors, we shouldn’t say, but since you’re her husband, I guess it doesn’t apply. Yes, he did more. They seem to like it, actually. I thought of my wife and Jennifer sitting calmly and talking while Jennifer held the nozzle in my wife’s ass. The penis was beginning to betray my thoughts again.
Fortunately, Jennifer declared that she was done with the massage. She told me I could stay and relax for a while. Then, reconfirming that I was willing to try an enema, he said it would take him a few minutes to get things ready. She disappeared again through the back curtain. I sat there and mentally assessed my body. The muscle stiffness was gone and my “other stiffness” was somewhat gone. I felt quite relaxed but excited at the prospect of what was to come. I closed my eyes and floated.
Jennifer’s hand on my shoulder woke me up.
“Bill, I hate to bother you, but we’re ready to go,” she said softly.
I was surprised to see that he was now wearing a robe instead of shorts. He saw me notice.
“I use a slightly different method for hydrotherapy than you got as a child,” she said with a distinct twinkle in her eye.
My thought was a giant question mark. When I stood up, she simply threw the sheet aside and held out her hand. I stood up naked next to her and she lifted the curtain for me to pass under her. I woke up in a big bathroom. The indoor/outdoor carpet covered most of the floor. On the opposite wall was a shower and toilet. In the corner was a large hot tub, jets already bubbling and steam rising.
Jennifer led me to the tub and told me to get in. Then he ran a stand — similar to an IV stand in a hospital — from which hung a large inflatable rubber bag. The bag was open at the top and from the bottom hung a flexible rubber tube ending in a straight nozzle about 15 cm long. Positioning the stand next to where I sat in the tub, Jennifer’s hand went to the belt of her robe. She opened it with a, “Ta-Dah!” And she let it fall to the floor. Now it was empty too. She had a beautiful body. Her nipples were exactly what I imagined them to be. Halos as big as a coin, nipples demanded attention. Without the tightness of the tank top, they stood out at least half an inch from the surrounding flesh. The entire nipple was a beautiful dark mahogany color. As she climbed over the edge of the tub, I noticed that she had removed her pubic hair. The pink interior of her folds winked at me before she entered the water.
He moved next to me and told me to turn around and lean over the edge of the tiled tub so that my bottom was above the water line. When I did this, she took a bottle of some kind of scented lube and poured some into her hand. It gently applied between my buttocks and found its way to my anus. She probed easily until my opening gave way and allowed her to slip a finger inside me. If my penis had been hard before, now it was painful. Candy and I had played “ass games” before and even had anal sex, so that association came into play along with the sensual feelings. Jennifer’s other hand was on my back at first. When he removed his finger and replaced it with two, his free hand slid around my waist and gripped my cock.
I was pretty sure this must not have been a regular part of the treatment, but I wasn’t about to complain. The only nagging voice in my head was the one saying, “What about Candy?”. But I pushed it aside and focused on how my flesh felt. He kept his grip on my cock as he slid his fingers out of me and reached for the nozzle. He dunked it under the water, explaining that he was warming it up first. Then he brought it to my hole and started the insertion. It slipped in easily and she worked all the way inside me, then pushed the tube in to seat it deep.
She told me I could come back if I wanted to, so I did. Once again, leaning my back against the edge of the tub (although I wasn’t sitting), I looked at Jennifer. Her eyes had a new look. The professional masseuse from the last hour has disappeared. Now she was a naked woman, doing something good for me, but which pleased her. When my hand reached out to grab her nipple, she smiled and pushed forward into my grip, letting her eyes close. All the while, she held the tube firmly against my ass. She reached over and opened the clamp that had kept the water out of me. I felt myself begin to fill up slowly. The feeling was incredible! She explained that she was releasing the water slowly to prevent cramps. Still, I felt like I was filling up quickly. When I told her this, she turned off the flow and helped me turn my body from side to side in the boiling water. The movement caused fluid to move into the colon and relieve fullness.
I repeated this treatment and the bag was finally empty. I had taken all the contents of the bag. I felt full and should definitely release it soon. But I was not in any difficulty. Jennifer removed the tube and wrapped it in a clean cloth. Then he put his arms around my neck. He brought his lips to mine and we kissed.
“You’ve probably figured out by now, Bill, that this was Candy’s idea,” she whispered over the bubbling.
Suspicion had crossed my mind as soon as he opened his robe to reveal my body.
– She asked me to give you the “full treatment” when she made the appointment.
– I wondered, I admitted. I couldn’t believe this was part of the regular regimen.
A voice then came from behind me.
“But you didn’t seem to protest too much, dear,” Candy said from the doorway.
I looked over my shoulder to see her standing there as blank as Jennifer. He wasted no time joining us in the tub. Suddenly the enema worked! Regretfully, I glanced at the toilet in the other corner. There was no stall, just the toilet sitting there next to the shower. I looked back at the women. They were grinning.
– Do you have some urgent business, my love? Candy asked in a rather nasty voice. She just pointed to the toilet and told me to go ahead.
I had no choice. I carefully got out of the tub and rushed to the toilet. Sitting there, I tried to ignore my wife and masseuse who were watching. But I looked at them anyway. They were looking at me, but their arms were wrapped around each other! When the first squirt exploded out of my ass, I knew it! They were loved! They smiled and as if reading my mind, turned their faces towards each other and kissed deeply. I emptied my bowels in one explosive gulp. As I did, they caressed each other and obviously started making love there in the water.
I thought I was done and stood up. Then I felt another cramp so I sat back down. As I did, I saw Jennifer stand up on the edge of the tub. My vision was on the right side. Candy walked towards her and Jennifer’s legs opened to meet her. My wife dipped her head to lick Jennifer’s hairless pussy as I watched. Finally, I was pretty sure I was empty. My penis was also extremely hard! I rushed to the shower and rinsed, then soaped my bottom and rinsed again. Clean, I quickly returned to the tub. I didn’t want to be left out! They welcomed me and for the rest of the afternoon, in addition to sex, they explained that they had been having sex together for about a month. I’m not sure if I’m weird, but I wasn’t jealous. I was brought back to the road I had never been before.
So this is the story of my first sex enema. There were others, both for Candy and Jen and for me. We all have very healthy digestive systems and we are all very much in love with each other. Jen lives with us now and is expecting our first child. She has given up the salon and is doing her massage and hydrotherapy from our home.
