We were replacing wall paper back in the 80's. I had bought my wife a porn story book to keep her interest. As we completed a wall, we took a break she would read a story. Some of them involved orgies. In that some one got well watered and in one other story they all played enema love games with one another. We later began to talk about how the stories made the work more interesting. She liked to talk about their enema games and wondered if I would like to try it, with her being the giver. She felt awkward and felt she lacked spice. This seemed to be something she had some familiarity with and wanted me to let her play with it. She had me lay on a cloth lined rubber sheet and nursely stuck me with her wet nozzle. She enjoyed watching my tummy get bigged with her clever skill and apparatus. As we were loving, I talked into her ear about getting a love enema while I ate her, explaining how they conveniently might fit together. One Saturday she asked me to do her with it, but to stop the hose when she needed a pause. I understood her fear of embarrassing herself. We made a great ceremony of filling her bag, but only 2/3 full. Together we hung it just right and I mentioned how qute its bulge was hanging ready to deliver. She looked and admired what we had created for our play. I laid her on the bed with the rubber sheet and a well folded towel that elevated her hips for servicing. Starting with a deep embrace of anticipation, I caressed her entire body. Till she reminded me, I was forgetting something. Retrieving her nozzle, I greased it as she watched. I complained of having too much on my hand and needing to spread it back where the sun don't shine. She reached down and pulled herself open to help me place it. But I started from the arch of her foot with my little finger and ring finger, protecting the gobs of grease on the other three. Reaching her Y, she widened her receiver and moaned pleadingly, "Mmm, please me. Find it. Ohh!" As I paused just past her pudenums an opened my anxious fingertips to dip in and let her know, she was being found. She responded with a quick tensing and a light quiver. I paused further till her spasm subsided and she requested more saying, "Don't be stingy." and wiggled for me to advance on her. But I wanted to circle like a pigeon coming to roost till I had learned her landing zone well, and she began to somewhat whine at me. As I pressed in and tested the center, she wiggled again and she felt herself, at last getting sounded with my happy finger. I worked the grease into her as she coo-ed and tasted her visitor. Yet unable to get comfortable, she continued to squirm and reported her pussy was terribly jealous. With that my tongue found the crease in her mound and explored it. Finding her secret place, I drew it into my lips, sucking lightly. She bucked up to meet me and left my finger. As she settled back under a steady draw on her past swollen flower, I offered my thumb for her to take, as she twisted her hips, determined to have her hiney comforted for this new ride. "Oohh, that's good. I can't believe what you are doing to me." As my tongue began to caress her again within her flower, she involuntarily bucked up again and my thumb crooked inside her, as not to lose her. In no time, her whole body stiffened. I released her flower and slowly twisted my thumb inside her butt, the stopped all together to take in the inner spasms of her pleasure. Not moving a muscle I measured their strength and spacing, appreciating their crescendo and tapering. She was very still as well, and recovering, she asked me to gently ease out of her saying, "Carefully let me go, let it last, but straightly." As the widest part of my thumb drew back into her sphincter, I paused for her to appreciate it further, till, then she released herself from it and closed her door.
More to cum, gotta make like a tree and leave.