We had been married 25 years. We played enema games at least twice a year, for the last 5. Our kids were all out on various group outings and we struck out for San Antonio Texas. As we packed for the stay, i ceremoniously "Carried out our water bag, fountain syringe". Gone an hour out from home she reported, she was anxiously nervous about getting down for an enema. I let her know, not to worry, i was going to just dribble it in while making love all over her body, starting on her fore head.
We stopped 30 minutes before getting into town at a Spanish themed Motel and moved in. She discovered we were shorted some towels and sent me to the front desk. When i got back there she was atop the bed and our missing towels, with a flat enema bag n hose at her feet. i started on her forehead and she let out a whimper. I moved my attention onto her face, and she asked if i would go with her to fix up the bag and nozzle with some warm waters from our gallon jugs.. We got off the mattress and got busy with it. While she was filling it, i greased her hinny and she strutted her titties. I put down an official rubberized sheet and news paper under her towels, and she crawled onto them with a sheepish look. I raised the nozzle high, loosed the clamp and lowered the tip till it leaked and clamped it off. She laid way back and spread her cheeks to take it in. But me, still holding it in one hand, brought a mammary to my lips and sucked in a mouth full. She took in a deep breath and gave a little whine. I continued to suck on her tasting her nipples, declaring her tastiness. Reaching for her clit, it was engorged with tension. Showing her the nozzle, i dressed it before her eyes and gobbed more onto her rose-bud, dipping a finger in ever so slightly. I gave her the spring clamp and fitted her with our new fat nozzle. She pushed my head as to put me into her needy vulva. But i stopped short to kiss and pet on her tummy, tracing the path of her colon. Dutifully she released the clamp and sighed as the flow instantly caused her to buck with an, "Oh, Ahhh" and i dove into her flower searching with my tongue to find her swollen clitoris. Finding it i drew her into my lips, stroking it, desperate to learn her delicate taste. It was good! I heard the click. She had stopped the flow. I extended up onto her titties again, and forehead and lips. Telling her, "I love you" she pushed my head downward. As my tongue parted into her secret place, i heard her release the clamp to allow the waters to run in again. I immediately drew her sweet ladiness into my lips and fiddled with the nozzle, ever so slightly. Panting and hollering, with both hands she smothered my face into her pussy and hung on as her crescendo rolled in. Doubling over with a faint squeal of desperation, she squeezed the clamp off, while letting her ecstasy complete her and managed to let me take a short breath, only to grab and bury my face into her womanhood again. I heard the enema clamp click loose again (it was an accident). She fumbled around to try and regain control. I drew in saving breaths yet gave her no release and licked it all the more. To my amazement she lay back and just let her tummy fill, and me to lick. I warned her it had almost placed two quarts in her tummy already. She just let it finish and began to pet and appreciate the weight that had spread out inside her. I heard it suck dry, while still slowly lapping up her juices as she fingered the hair on my head with a slow hunching rhythm matching my activity in between her legs. I was hoping to bring her to climax again maybe, but no, she had to squat on the pot and let her fill drain out the stress from weeks of faithful labor in our home.
Next day we picked up and went on into The Queen City. Seeing the sights we walked up and down the River Walk. She kept harping, "Oh, tonight's the night. And your ass is mine!" Now i began to take on a bit of apprehension, myself. She likes to control the enema clicker both ways, taking and giving. She will pour in an extra quart in the bag, while complying with my distress to pause the waters going up me. Causing my butt to sink further and further into the mattress, she likes to stand over me and bounce it. And seeing my monster reaching for the ceiling, she will dare to deep throat me, when i am so weighted and bigged to her satisfaction. She will make gurgling sounds with her gag reflex as an, "I love you honey" I am panting to maintain the floood she has applied up my butt, and I want to show more grattitude, but am near breathless.
I bought her one thing after another, from shop after shop, hoping to earn some mercy.