"See? Even with an injured leg and under painkillers, you can perform your marital duties, dear husban"Patrick, you know it has to be done.

- But, Marge…

- Stop arguing and remove those pants and briefs of yours."

Patrick sighed. The bulging enema bag was already hanging from the towel rack. A wet soap bar was on the side of the tub next to a wet plastic jar. His wife Annie followed his mother's recommendation that strong constipation was to be addressed by mildly soapy water.

Patrick obeyed. Then, without needing to be told, he laid on his back on the mat laid on the bathroom floor. Annie observed with a content air.

"Good boy."

Patrick closed his eyes and, as though used to the procedure, brought his knees to his chest. As per the maternal procedure, he felt a lubricated finger entering his anus, feeling his insides. A concession to modernity and the reduction of mess, his wife used KY jelly while his mother had used Vaseline.

"There is indeed stuff waiting in there. Darn painkillers. But I'll fix you…"

Patrick felt the rectal nozzle entering.

"You can put you feet on the ground."

He laid there, legs apart, knees raised, feet on the ground, nozzle in rectum, and heard the click and felt the warm flow of water.

The height of the bag was appropriate: not too high, lest the pressure should be too great and unpleasant, not too low, so that water could flow and the injection would not become protracted.

His anus contracted over the nozzle.

He felt his wife's hand on his penis. That was an innovation and improvement over his mother's procedure. She teased his circumcised glans, moved the shaft around, and generally speaking made him erect "to help him pass time". She however was careful not to overstimulate him, leaving him in a state of slight and pleasant frustration.

To his surprise, the bag had significantly deflated already when he glanced at the bag. He would be able to take the two quarts without cramping!

After some more while, the bag was flat. His bowels had however started to protest. He started to raise.

Annie left. "Don't flush, I want to have a look." He blushed.

He sat on the toilet and started to expel. This was uncomfortable, as usual. He felt hard lumps go with the water. After a while, he raised. As per his mother's recommandation, he went to walk around a bit. The urge came back and he sat and expelled again. After several rounds of that, he felt it was over and called his wife in.

Annie looked into the bowl, saw the mass of small lumps, and nodded approvingly. "You definitely needed it. I'm not giving you a rinse, a bit of irritation maybe will keep you regular tomorrow. Now turn around and bend over."

That was a part he did not like. He was bent over the toilet, seeing his own "production" in the bowl, while his wife wiped him. Then she put the paper into the bowl and flushed.

"Now into the tub."

Annie took a washcloth and soaped it. Patrick knew what to do - again, his mom's procedure. He turned around, and set his legs apart. He felt the washcloth between his buttocks, then the rinsing.

"Turn around."

This was his wife's twist on that part of the procedure. Annie washed and rinsed his genitals, while Patrick's penis was rising again. Indeed Annie seemed to take her time dealing with his shaft, as though making really sure he would be very hard when she was done.

"Bedroom now."

Patrick sheepishly followed Annie as she laid him to the bed.

"Undress completely."

He complied. She too undressed.

"Over the bed, on your back."

He complied. Annie toyed again with his penis then climbed above him, one leg to each side, and lowered herself. She then completely laid upon him and began fucking; obviously for her enjoyment.

Annie eventually climaxed. After regaining her breath, she rose again and, in a different position and angle, began moving again.

It took her a bit of work, but Patrick eventually ejaculated.

"See? Even with an injured leg and under painkillers, you can perform your marital duties, dear husband."