I am now writing a week after the above incident. The sigmoidoscopy went OK, and the bleeding I was experiencing was from an internal hemorrhoid.
This morning, Saturday, my bride came into the bathroom adjoining our bedroom while I was shaving. She announced, out of absolutely nowhere, “I want to give you an enema.” I very nearly cut off my ear I was so shocked! In 50 years I have never heard her say those words. I was completely taken aback. I finally stuttered out, “I'm fine. It was just a hemorrhoid.” She answered, “I know. I want to see if it happens again." With that she pointed at my boxer shorts. Although I love getting enemas from her I have never, ever hinted that I enjoy them very much! I told her this was silly, but she insisted on this ‘experiment.’
I finished shaving - carefully - and returned to the bedroom. She followed me in with a couple of bath towels which she covered one side of the bed. She fetched a spare pillow as well and laid it on the towels. I was told to just relax and she'd be back.
I could hear the bathroom cabinets opening and water running, then water being squirted into the tub. When she returned, the Rexall Victoria was full to bulging and the 18 inch catheter was on the end of the hose. She had a paper towel with a glob of Albolene on it which we use for lube. She said, “OK, lose the underwear and lay down on the towels, pillow under your hips.” I made a half hearted protest, but she would have none of it and just pointed to the spot where I was to lay. We have a hook next to the bed for the window curtains and she hung the bag there, about two feet above the bed.
I watched as she greased up the tube, until almost all of the 18 inches were covered. She then bent over me, parted my raised butt cheeks with her left hand and slowly slipped the tube into my behind with her right hand about four inches. She opened the clamp with a loud click and I felt the first rush of warm water into my gut. She commenced the in-out motion needed to get the colon tube through the rectum and in/around the intestinal bends.
I was in ecstasy and at the same time agony. I DID NOT want an erection to make a lie to the many un-needed enemas I have asked her for over the years. Many were due to medical conditions, but many were also due to imaginary conditions. She has never questioned my medical need, although has often remarked that, “I do seem to need a lot of enemas.”
I could feel my penis starting it's slow rise as she continued the in-out insertion. I knew pre-cum was drooling out since I could feel it on my leg. She reached out and made to grip me , but I said, “NO TOUCHING.” She said, "OK" and continued the enema. Then a cramp hit and I asked her to stop the flow for a minute. Thank goodness for that cramp and the urgency it brought on. I deflated. I told her I had to use the toilet “RIGHT NOW” and she withdrew the tube and I fled to the john. When I returned, she said, “We're not done.” At that she took the half-full bag into the bathroom and filled it again.
I was again put onto my back and the insertion began again, but the ‘moment’ had passed and I had ‘no hard feelings.’ My lovely bride did make me take the entire bag - which I did since my bowel was fairly empty from the first quart. She seemed disappointed that her experiment failed. I was overjoyed that my E.D. proved it was finally good for something! I again explained to her that the warm water and tube poking at my prostate produced the erection the last time she gave me an enema - not sexual feelings.
I don't know if she bought my explanation, but I dream of hearing her say again, “I want to give you an enema!”