I slept until almost 10 the next morning. When I came out to the kitchen Lena was at the table with a cup of coffee and the morning newspaper.

“Want some breakfast?” She asked.

“No thanks. I’ll just have coffee and a muffin,” I said and went to get them. After a couple of swallows I started right in.

“You gave me a bit of a scare yesterday,” I started. “For a second I thought you might be saying that there’s something lacking in our marriage. That wasn’t behind what you asked, was it? I hope you’re not saying you want out or anything like that.”

“My God, no!” She was emphatic. “Not in the least. I’m so sorry it scared you. I should have put the question differently”. She hugged me and kissed me and looked straight into my eyes. She had tears in her eyes and I was sure that she was totally sincere.

“I really meant exactly what I said yesterday. Would you consider making friends with a couple who share our interest in enemas. That and only that.”

Even though I didn’t really think there was a problem, it was reassuring to hear her say this.

“I’ve been thinking about this for some time now, probably since we retired. We have so much more time for ourselves now and I enjoy that. Our time spent together at movies, concerts, going out to eat, and even going to the grocery is what I’ve been looking forward to all my working life. Our sex life couldn’t be better, in fact I feel now, even at my age, more sexual than I’ve ever felt in my life. I finally decided that with all our time and opportunity we might want to expand our sex life along with developing the social life we never really had.”

She finally took a breath and another sip of coffee. I knew she had more to say so I kept quiet.

“When someone has an esoteric interest like we do, they have to be very private and quiet about it. You even have to be kind of paranoid. You, Steve, are the only one who knows that I love enemas. I’m sure that I’m to only one who knows about you. You’re the only one on the planet I can talk to about it. Same for you. I want to talk it and do it with more people than you, not instead of you. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

I finally opened my mouth. “I understand everything you’ve said and I agree with it all. I would also like to talk enemas and any other sexual matters that might come up. But I have to ask just to be sure. How far do you want this to go?”

“How far I’m not sure yet. If we do this one step at a time we don’t have to make decisions like that yet. The steps that I imagine this taking are simple at this point. First we have to find a couple and actually meet them. Second, get to know them and get comfortable together. Third would be talking straight forward to them about what we have in mind to find out if and how they want this to move forward; to make sure everybody’s on the same page. Fourth, and last for the time being, would be to get naked and do enema stuff in each other’s company. At this point all that we would do is take off our clothes and give and get enemas from each other with an audience.” She had given this a lot of thought.

“If all that happens then we, all four of us, have to make sure we’re all comfortable so far and what steps, if any, lead from there. If it comes to that point, I really think we’re mature enough and that you and I are secure enough with each other that we could seriously consider sex with another couple especially where enemas are involved. After all, we both know that there’s a big difference between sex and love.”

The way she laid it out, point by point, I couldn’t disagree with anything she said. She matched most of the thoughts I had had the night before. At this point I got the notepad I had used last evening. I had printed the following on it:

In search of a friendly couple who shares our interest in enemas. We are a married couple in our early 60’s and are lifelong lovers of the red bag. We live in western New York State and are willing to travel short distances to meet new friends. We are retired professionals, well educated, and fairly sophisticated. We hope to find a similar couple who are willing to share their thoughts and lives with enemas. Please reply soon.

Lena read it once then read it again. “I’ll bet you’re glad I brought the whole thing up,” she said with a big smile on her face.

“You did cause me some concern and you made me stay up too late last night,” I said pretending seriousness. “You’ll have to pay me back for all that effort. Right now I’m going to take a shower and you are going to sit here and think about what you’ve done to me in the past two days. Yes, I’m glad you came up with this project but we have to even things out before we get with the program.” I tried to look as stern as possible.

She looked at me I a way that told me she was more than happy about everything and she anticipated the enjoyment of her “punishment”.

After the shower I called Lena into the master bedroom and told her to stand at the foot of the bed and await my instructions. I ordered her to strip which wasn’t much of a demand since she was wearing only sweatpants and a t-shirt. She stood at semi-attention at the foot of the bed and I took the opportunity to study her body.

Lena has a wonderful body. She’s about 5’6” tall and weighs maybe 140 pounds. She has short blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. Her breasts are high and firm especially for a woman of 62. She doesn’t shave her pubic hair as so many do these days and I stared at her bush just making out the cleft leading back to her pussy. After a couple of minutes I told her to stand in the corner facing the wall, a pose fit for a bad girl. I stared at her ass with amazement. Her butt is perfect, round and tight. Not surprisingly, I had a very healthy hard on.

I prepared the enema bag, filling it 2 quarts full. I set up the IV pole at the foot of the bed and laid a towel down where ass would go. I also got out a set of cotton ropes. Now I commanded her to come back from the corner and place herself on the towel, to lay back and relax. I told her to raise both of her arms straight up. I tied one rope to her left wrist and another rope to her right. Now I told her to raise up her legs as straight as possible and tied the other ends of the ropes to her ankles. She had some wiggle room but not much. It wasn’t uncomfortable.

I fingered her clit and pussy and, not surprisingly, she was quite wet. I put a big dollop of lube on my index finger and jammed it up her ass forcefully. Still tight after all these years of use and abuse.

“You’re getting two full quarts even if you have to strain to do it,” I said and jammed the douche nozzle in. The water entered pretty fast and she was squirming half-way through the enema. Within just a few minutes the bag was empty and she started to moan. I diddled her clit and she came right away without spilling a drop.

“Please,” she moaned. I slowly removed the nozzle and untied the ropes. She shot to the toilet. I followed her into the bathroom and stood in front of her with my back to her. The enema was gushing out along with the plop plop of her turds. With my back still towards her I bent forward at the waist so that my ass was close to level with her face.

“You know what to do,” I growled. She did know what to do and that was to lean forward and tongue my asshole. She licked and kissed it until her expulsion was complete. It was a fantastic rimming. When she stopped I turned around to face her. She looked a bit exhausted. I grabbed my cock and started stroking. Very shortly I shot my load all over her face.

It was time now for us old folks to rest.

Just another day in my life.