I had Cancer surgery in 2019, and got extremely constipated. In talking with my (very understanding) nurse she said she would try to get an enema ordered. Well, next shift I got my enema. A fleets mineral oil, but no regular fleets or a large volume enema to follow up!! I expelled the oil which was only slightly dark with no relief at all. When my nurse came back on duty the next day, I told her what had happened and that I was still miserable. She was gone a while, and came back with a plastic enema bucket and another nurse. She asked if the other nurse could give me the enema with her coaching...seems that nurse #2 had never given a large volume enema, just Fleets, and she wanted to learn. (good for her!) I said yes, I don't care if the Pope himself gives it to me, I need relief! After the laughter, she filled the bucket with water and I told her "easy on the soap, a little bit goes a long way with me. I am sensitive to it." That started a conversation about my enema use, which continued later in the story. Nurse #1 was holding the bucket up and standing close to the foot of the bed. Nurse #2 was inserting the hose, and working the shut off, per nurse #1's directions. I was laying mostly on my left side, but not completely in the Sims position due to my incision on the left side of my abdomen. My right knee is raised and my right foot flat on the bed. This raised the bottom of my hospital gown. When the enema started, nurse #1 raised the bucket up to start the flow, and even though I felt bad I immediately began to get hard. I looked at nurse #1 and realized she was looking right up my gown and staring at my hard on. She looked up at me, grinned and looked away. Nurse #2 did not see nurse #1 looking, since she was concentrating on the mechanics of the enema. Several more times I caught her looking at my hard on, and I made sure the gown was up high enough that she could easily see it. Nurse #2 gave me the enema very gently and I took the entire 1.5 L bucket. I held it a while and was put on a portable commode. I proceeded to fill it full. I was praised for being such a good enema patient.
Later, nurse #1 and I talked privately during my many walks down the hallway. She said that even though I was constipated, it looked like I enjoyed my enema. I innocently asked; "What makes you say that"? She looked around to make sure we were out of earshot of anyone and said: "Well I could see your hard on from across the room"! I told her that yes, getting an enema from two beautiful nurses would make anyone hard! She started quizzing me about my enema use, how I got started, how often, solutions, volumes, etc. I asked about how she got started with enemas? She told me that when she was a teenager she got so constipated (did not go for almost a week) that she ended up in the ER. I asked her how did they cure her constipation? She said enemas! lots and lots of enemas! She volunteered that she still takes them at home now. Her schedule as a nurse keeps her stressed and irregular. I could tell by her mood and the way that she talked, that she liked the enemas. Jokingly I said "WOW, wish we could help each other with our enemas some time! She said with a smile: "I would really like that, but my husband probably would not like it"! "Well, I said he can take his own enemas"! She laughed and we both agreed if we were single we would probably have to follow up on this, but since we are both married it will be just the thing of dreams. I told her the thought of her lying there with a nozzle in her rectum with the warm water filling her turns me on. She said; "Don't let anyone see your hard on under your gown in the hallway! (where we were still walking)." I did say that tonight after lights out, I would probably be thinking of her as I played with myself. She said she was going home tonight, take an enema and think the same thing about me. I thought I was going to cum right there in the hallway. She escorted me back to bed and left me with a "goodnight" and a sexy wink!
I saw her again the next day, and we could not talk privately but she did ask me; "How did you sleep?" "Great I replied, with a wink! And I asked her "How about you?". She said; "I slept like a baby"! With a return wink. We did not get a chance to have any more enema discussions, but every night after lights out (and many times since) I would envision her taking an enema and masturbating as the water flowed into her beautiful bottom!
Did I ever say that I LOVE Nurses?!