My wife has indulged me over the years by joining in my messy games but I would never says she loved our sessions. I think that is partly for the same reason as me that the work involved in protecting everything from the mess sort of detracts from the whole experience. Me personally, I wouldn't bother but my wife is almost fanatical about keeping everything spotless around the house. She also loves her clothes and so we never use any of her actual clothes but buy clothes just for the sessions which again detracts from the experience for me.
Anyway, things changed for my last birthday. Heather had been hinting at maybe a messy session for my birthday but I didn't get my hopes up as although she knows my likes she is far too practical so it was a surprise on the morning of my birthday she told me to put on the clothes she'd set aside on the spare bed and to go out in the car and await her call. Very mysterious.
On the bed were a pair of white cotton boxer shorts, a pale pink striped shirt, a black tie, black socks and one of my work suits in dark grey. Finally a pair of black shoes finished off the outfit. I was pretty sure I was going to get my messy session and wondered how much damage would occur to my clothes but got dressed and did as I was told.
I went for a drive and was surprised when my phone rang after only about thirty minutes asking me to return home. I must admit to having a beating heart as this could go any way. As I walked through the front door I dropped the keys on the hall table and I heard Heather call out she was in the kitchen. When I went in I was in for a shock. Well, quite a few shocks. My eyes were drawn to the table which was now covered in tins and bottles containing sauces and food. Next I saw Heather who was wearing skin tight white jeans, knee high black leather stiletto heeled boots and an off the should fluffy white jumper. Finally I became aware of the fact that the kitchen was just as it always is, spotless and not a plastic sheet in sight.
I didn't have time to process the scene any more as Heather pulled open my trousers and started to fill the front with eggs. Once the material was bulging with eggs she released the waistband and started to smash the eggs with a spoon until all twelve were running down my legs, over my shoes and across the floor. Now this would normally freak Heather out but instead she unbuttoned my jacket before squirting a whole bottle of brown sauce over my shirt which ran down my trousers and joined the eggs on the floor.
I wasn't sure if Heather was going to let me mess her up but I wasn't going to miss an opportunity so I went slowly in case she stopped me. I found a large plastic funnel and put it inside the waistband of her jeans. Then I got a large jug of tomato soup and, after waiting a moment, poured the whole lot slowly into the funnel. I was rewarded by the jeans turning a bright orange as the soup ran down the inside and out of sight into her boots.
Her response was to take the funnel from her jeans and slip it inside the back collar of my shirt before pouring in what felt like a gallon of cold rice pudding. It stopped at the waistband and my shirt ballooned out before Heather pulled the waistband out and the cold mess slid over my boxers and down to the floor.
I couldn't resist her wool jumper any more and as I squirted on large amounts of ketchup with one hand and I spread the sauce out with the other until it moulded the wool to her skin.
Over my head went a large quantity of beans which coated my suit in an orange glaze and I could feel some trickling down inside my shirt. Now for the final test as Heather has never let me mess her long blonde hair but if there was ever a time this was it. Picking up a large tin of syrup I tipped it over her head and she just stood there as she was engulfed in the sticky syrup.
More tins went over each others heads until we had exhausted the supplies and we were both completely soaked in food. Heather then undressed me and took the opportunity to ensure everywhere was coated in food as the clothes came off. By the time she stripped my boxers off I had a good sized erection which I hoped to use quite soon. However the first thing to do was to return the favour and undress Heather. My preferred choice would have been using a pair of scissors but knowing her love of clothing that wasn't going to be possible so I started by helping her off with her boots which were red on the inside from the soup. Then I wriggled down the jeans to reveal no knickers and once the jumper came off there was no bra either although I'd guessed that before when I was massaging in the sauce.
Once naked we headed for the shower and we were lucky to have a shower downstairs. Being the gentleman I let Heather go first whilst I helped with her back. After a lot of soap she declared herself clean and she stepped out and I stepped in. She then helped to clean my back before leaving me to finish off.
Eventually clean I headed to the kitchen to start cleaning up to find Heather already hard at work. What surprised me was instead of being naked she was wearing a pair of denim shorts and a red singlet. As it was Heather the shorts were not your old jeans cut down but new tailored shorts already spattered with food. Not one to miss an opportunity I went upstairs and put on a pair of thin white white shorts and a white t-shirt before going back down and joining in the clean up. Although most of the mess had fallen on the floor because of the tiles it had splattered a fair distance so the table and chairs had some as well as a large number of the units. After about ninety minutes Heather declared the kitchen clean and we stripped off again and showered and by now I was definitely ready for sex but to my complete surprise Heather said there was more to my surprise and then sat in the bedroom and instructed me what to put on. In fact it was a wedding outfit I'd bought for an upcoming celebration. It had been worn once for sizing and comprised a pale blue striped shirt, a pink silk tie and a three piece pale grey suit. Heather also presented me with a pair of white Calving Klein boxer briefs and a brand new pair of black patent dress shoes. Once dressed the final touch was a handkerchief in the top pocket.
I hoped this was the precursor to another messy session but I wasn't going to get my hopes up. As before I was told to get lost and so I went out in the car but found it difficult to concentrate on driving so parked up and watch some videos on my phone.
After an hour I got the message to return and my heart was beating as I walked in. Heather greeted me at the door and I had to let out a whistle. She had on a tan chamois leather skirt which fitted beautifully over her hips before flaring out from the knees down to the ankle. On the top was a long sleeved, button through cream silk blouse with the small buttons covered in the same fabric. There was the hint of a bra showing but more was to come as she wriggled the skirt up to show knee high matching suede boots with a spike heel and white lace top stockings with a delicate lace suspender belt and matching knickers. I recognised these as part of a set she'd bought recently and I guessed the bra matched. The three pieces were well over one hundred pounds and I couldn't believe she would get them messy so what was she planning.
I followed her into the kitchen and very quickly realised I was wrong as there were two table set out with sponge flan cases on paper plates and each one was full of custard. I got hard just thinking about it. The underwear would wash but I was pretty sure the leather wouldn't but at this moment i wasn't going to spoil things. I didn't have much time to think as she picked up a pie and threw it at me. It missed and hit the bottom of a cupboard but as it split open it revealed blackcurrant filling and that would stain everything.
Seeing the mess Heather seemed to come to her senses and pointed out we ought to cover the appliances and before I could move she was out past me into the lounge returning not with dust sheets but a selection of her dresses, each one probably worth more than the appliance she covered.
Again no more time to think as this time she smashed a pie into my face and as I wiped my eyes I saw the blackcurrant streaks down my suit. I was now almost certain that Heather expected to get messy and so it was really a question of what to do to start. I picked up a pie and held it in front of her and got a great big grin so I decided on the top of her blouse. I squashed it in and the pulled back with the plate to watch one lump of blackcurrant slide down the front and drop to the floor missing the skirt and boots whilst the rest sunk slowly down the inside out of sight but I knew the damage was done.
Unbuttoning my jacket Heather squashed a pie in to my shirt and smeared it down the waistcoat before buttoning up the jacket again. Although the skirt had missed out on any stains that was to change as I turned Heather round and she obediently bent over to receive two pies to her backside before I smeared them over the gorgeous leather as much as I could.
My trousers were unbuttoned and a pie dropped in and as the cold filling soaked into my boxers I almost came but held back for later. A second pie went in the back which didn't help before the trousers were fastened. I could feel the mess sliding down inside my trousers and then felt it drip onto my shoes. I couldn't resist any more and wriggled her skirt up and planted one pie on the front and one on the back staining the delicate lace forever and enjoying it running down her stockings and into the boots.
I received two pies to either side of my head and I took this as a signal and planted one firmly in her beautifully made up face and another rubbed into her hair. Then it was very much a free for all with both of us fairly well coated as was the floor but the rest of the kitchen and her spare clothes were mostly clean. This was to change as she produced two massive battery powered water pistols. Well more like rifles as they had a huge tank. One appeared to be white paint and the other red paint and I was surprised when she handed them both to me. Well I couldn't resist an open invitation so I let fly with the red right on her chest. The few bits of silk still clean turned red and she then produced two more identical guns and let me have it with the red.
As I cleared my eyes I saw she was no longer pointing at me but spraying her other clothes in red paint along with most of the walls, windows and units.
I concentrated on coating her in red and white until we were both soaked through and exhausted. However, things were not going to stop there and I stood still as Heather approached and literally pulled open my jacket send ing the buttons flying before pushing it off my shoulders revealing some still clean shirt. Then a pair of scissors appeared and she quickly cut up the front of my waistcoat before that joined my jacket on the floor. She loosened my tie before cutting it free of my neck then ripped open the buttons on my shirt and that too went to the floor. Squatting down she cut the shoes laces and pulled the shoes and socks off before cutting both leg hems and ripping the trousers to the waist before using the scissors to cut them free. Finally she cut my boxers off to reveal my fully erect prick still coated in custard but with some paint as well.
Then to my amazement she handed me the scissors and for the very first time I was going to get my wish and remove her clothes in a destructive way. To be fair they were ruined anyway. I started with the skirt which I cut up the front until it fell to the floor. Amazingly her gorgeous lace underwear was still mostly clean as it had been protected by the leather. I scooped up some slop from the floor and slapped it over her knickers and stocking tops before cutting the suspender straps. A few snips and the knickers slid down her legs followed by the suspender belt. Next I cut up the sleeves of the blouse before grasping the hem and ripping it open sending the buttons flying round the kitchen. The bra was no longer recognisable and I cut the straps then between the cups and we were both naked but not with much in the way of clean skin.
My surprises weren't finished as Heather had me lie on the floor and she sat astride me letting my dirty cock inside her. Well it was an unfair contest as it only took a few moments before I was pumping my cum inside her. However that didn't stop the fun and she moved up until she was on my face and I set about her with my tongue. This too didn't last for long as soon Heather was shaking with an orgasm the likes of which she rarely had.
Exhausted we headed for the shower and helped each other to clean up which was easier than I expected with both of us only have a very faint pink tinge when we'd finished. The kitchen was another matter. Again Heather dressed for this task and wore a plain white sundress as we set about clearing up. All the clothes including the spares went in bin bags and already Heather's dress was splattered with paint.
After two hours we had managed to clean everything but the floor and had thrown out the toaster and coffee maker as beyond help. Turning back to the floor I found Heather lying on her back, her dress around her waist and rubbing the mess into her pussy. Too much for me and as my cock sprung to attention I went down and helped her along with my tongue until she was almost there then in went my cock and we both screamed our way to orgasm.
Another shower and bed followed as neither of us were up to cleaning the floor which eventually got accomplished the next morning.