I had become constipated and told my wife. She told me that I should probably go take an enema. She is not into them at all. I went and took two soapsuds enemas and a rinse.
I was resting in bed after the rinse. It was fairly late in the evening and my wife came into the bedroom and changed into her nightgown. As she was getting into bed she commented, "Peter (our pet name for my penis) must have really liked those enemas." What could I say?
She said that it would be a shame to waste such a good hard-on. She asked me to pleasure her. As I entered her I could tell immediately that it was too late. Needless to say my wife wasn't happy about me cumming so quickly.
After we had laid there for a few minutes talking and resting. She told me that she WAS going to have her pleasure as well. With that, she got up and grabbed the enema bag and walked into the bathroom. As she left she said, "I have an idea. I think you'll like it."
She returned a few minutes later carrying a very full enema bag. After rehanging the bag she climbed back in bed. she told me to roll over away from her. Slowly she inserted the douche nozzle deeply into me. After sliding the nozzle in and out several times she started twisting it and moving it from side to side. I should tell you that my wife is a nurse and has been for many years. She told me that moving the nozzle around like that is what they were taught to do in nursing school. She said that it is supposed to help clean you out better. Then she got a puzzled look on her face and said, " I think it was for enemas. Maybe it was for douches. Anyway it doesn't matter. There's a douche tip on here and I'm not trying to clean you out. I want you excited." My erection returned with a vengeance.
Now she pulled me on top of her and had me enter her. She asked if I was OK. I told her yes. She began a gentle rocking. Again she asked if I was OK. I again said yes. Her gentle rocking became a full fledged hard, deep pumping. Just before she orgasmed she reached back and opened the clamp on the enema and started pumping the nozzle in and out and around and around inside of me.
That was all it took. Both of us went "over the top" at the same time. As we laid there holding each other in a gentle, satisfied cuddle I reminded her that the water was still running. She said that she knew. She wanted me to take the rest of the bag. I easily held the rest of the bag of water.
As the bag sucked dry she closed the clamp. I reached back to remove the nozzle. My wife grabbed my hand and told me to leave it in. She liked the erection I had with the nozzle in me. She told me to roll over and go to sleep. I told her I was worried about the bed since I had two quarts of water in me. She said that if I didn't loose the water in an orgasm she trusted me not to loose it at all.
As we laid in bed I dozed peacefully. Every time either one of us would move, the nozzle would move too. What a delightful sensation. The nozzle moving back and forth inside me. Or, the hosegetting pulled gently. My erection never really left for the rest of night.
I slept with the water and the nozzle in me for several hours. I finally had to get up and relieve myself.
This hasn't happened since, but, hope springs eternal. Maybe, someday, soon.