On a snowy afternoon in February my nurse/enemate/wife Lena had just shot two bulbfuls of warm water up my butt. I knew that I could hold this much water (less than a quart) for as long as I wanted before expelling it. I lay back on the bed to let the warm water percolate inside me.

Lena visually examined my semi-hard cock and then began to stroke it manually. It started to respond so she knelt next to me on the bed and slowly kissed and sucked it until it became fully hard. She threw one of her legs over me and in this straddling position lowered herself onto my cock. She took it all the way into her pussy so that her pubis and mine could rub together.

She moved very slowly with short strokes, sometimes stopping and rubbing her clit against me. I knew that she had something on her mind. We had often gotten into this position when she wanted to talk and she knew she had my complete attention.

After a moment Lena said, “I’ve been thinking.”

“I guess that explains the confused look on your face,” I remarked. “What about?”

Before we find out what Lena had on her mind an introduction is in order.

My name is Steve. I’m 63 years old am a retired history professor at a college in upstate New York which will remain nameless. I’ve had a lifelong interest in enemas, both giving and getting. The interest started so long ago that I cannot remember the why, when, or how of it. I also enjoy any other kind of anal play as long as there is no real pain involved.

My wife is Marlene (usually called Lena). She is 62 and a retired medical lab manager. Like me, she is a lover of the red bag. Ours is the second marriage for each of us. Neither of our exes had any interest in enemas and after our divorces we met in an internet chat room devoted to sexual fetishes. We’ve been married for 27 years. We both have children who are grown and gone, scattered around the country with families of their own. We live a very private life here in upstate New York.

Both Lena and I have strong sex drives. We’ve always liked trying new things. Now that we are retired we can spend as much time and energy on fun and games as we care to. More often than not our sexual encounters involve enemas. Bedtime is usually devoted to traditional intercourse but afternoons usually feature enemas for one or both of us as well as other butt stuff added for good measure. Lena is very fond of anal intercourse especially after a good enema. I enjoy being pegged, also post enema. Remember, we’re in our 60’s so we’re not a couple of horny teenagers. Our hook-ups happen three or four times a week. We need time to recuperate.

“What about?” I asked again when she didn’t answer right away. Lena ground her clit against me for a moment and then slowly answered.

“Since we retired a couple of years ago we don’t get out very much. We stay home and read or listen to music or watch old movies. Sometimes I want to get out more.”

“Do you have anything specific in mind?” I asked.

“When we were working our entire social life was built around our jobs. We had some friends among your faculty and grad students and from the lab but we haven’t really stayed in touch with any of them. I don’t miss anyone much but I would like to have friends we could go to a movie or concert with now and then. And it really would be great to share our interests with them. And I don’t mean interests in history or new lab procedures. I’ve been fantasizing about finding a couple we could share with on a more personal level. Are you starting to catch my drift?”

This was a surprise to me and yet, at the same time, not a surprise. “It crosses my mind now and then,” I admitted. “But I think I need a bit more of what you’re thinking to really understand what you’re getting at. Are you saying that you want another guy to fuck you or a woman to lick you pussy?”

“That’s the logical conclusion. I can see that. But my thoughts haven’t really gotten to that point and I’m not sure they ever will. What I really have in mind is to find a couple who share our interests in enemas. There must be some out there. But not just a couple into the red bag. They would have to be people that we enjoy talking with and being with as friends as well as playing with. Imagine going out to dinner and a show and then coming home for a drink, a dip in the hot tub, and a friendly enema session.

“I know that’s a lot to digest but what do you think off the top of your head?” She finally asked.

I thought for a moment and then could only stammer out, “Jesus, Lena. That’s one hell of a big question.” While I was collecting my thoughts I suddenly remembered what we were doing in the first place. I rolled her on her back and began to fuck her with energy. She was seriously wet. After only a couple of minutes I came like an explosion. Also I remembered that I was holding several ounces of water up my ass and it needed to get out. I gave her a kiss and excused myself.

Lena followed me into the bathroom to talk while I expelled. We aren’t private about the end of the enema process. Sometimes she’s even given me head while she sits and shits. This time she grabbed some toilet paper to wipe the pussy juice and come from between her legs.

“Well Anal Annie, I think I like your idea but I need think it over more. Can I have a day or two?”

“Sure Stevie, take your time. I won’t bring it up again. You tell me when you’re ready to talk.” She answered as she turned on the tap to start a shower.

“My Dear, would you care to meet Mr. Warm-and-soapy today?” I offered.

“Maybe in a couple of days, I just want to relax before dinner.”

So I had a lot to think about.