So....I finally got up the nerve to write about some of this stuff I've done. A lot of the stories, as we all must know by now are fiction or fantasy. Let me start out by saying that if I write one of those, I'll tell you up front. I don't do well making stuff up though, I'm pretty much a facts-only kind of guy, by education, training, and vocation. I've never been particularly artistic or imaginative. I can write though, and as they say "Write what you know". So my contributions will be mostly about my 20+ years with my wife who was passionately into wamming as much, or perhaps more, than I.

By introduction, I am Jack, formally John, and Sue is really Suzanne. We're an otherwise normal college educated, upper middle class New England couple. That's about it-nothing particularly extraordinary, except we discovered wet and messy play, added it to our sex life, and had a good 20 year run at it. Sadly, like many marriages, numerous stressful circumstances caused us to split up and eventually go through the pains of a divorce. The funny thing though, after all that passed, and a couple years later, we're back to being friends, and even though I think our "fun" days are over - we still talk and joke about it a lot. Who knows, maybe some day we'll date, and I can throw her in the pool???


There's a backstory to all this wet clothes stuff.

Neither Sue nor I ever did anything like this before we were married. Sure, as teenagers we'd end up in a pool in jeans or shorts once in a while, we took the lifesaving test and did the clothed swim, but we never had any agenda to get wet intentionally. Maybe a year or so after we got married we went away to Vermont for a weekend and stayed in a suite with a fireplace and hot tub. It was November and cool and rainy out, so we dressed appropriately in long pants, turtlenecks with thicker sweaters over them, and down vests. We spent the day at the outlet stores and walking around the downtown shops, not really getting wet, but just a bit damp from the light drizzle. As the sun was setting and we were heading to the car, it really started to rain. We picked up our pace in hopes of avoiding getting too wet, but after a couple hundred yards we just settled back to walking. Almost running, uphill, with shopping bags, wasn't our idea of fun. So we walked in the rain, like probably a hundred other people that day, and didn't think anything of it. Back at the car, wet but not really drenched, I turned up the heater and we went to the resort. I asked her if she was ok, or still cold and she just said I'm fine, I don't mind this now that I'm warm. We left our shopping bags in the car and half ran through a now much heavier rain, to the doors of the resort, almost colliding with a few other couples doing the same thing. Once inside and heading to our rooms, we passed a gathering room where an enormous fireplace was roaring. Just as we passed the door, a woman in front of us stopped abruptly, grabbed her husband and suggested sitting by the fire. Another couple heard them, turned around and headed in, Sue looked at me and I said Let's go. In spite of all of our wetness, we all grabbed drinks and gathered around the fire, the girls joking about how wet they were, and the guys talking about the Patriots game that day.

A couple drinks later, Sue told me it was time to head to our room. She wanted room service food, and some drinks by our own fireplace. Off we went, ordered some food, and I opened a beer and lay down by the fire. She was digging around in her bag, I thought to get some dry clothes, but out she comes with 2 bottles of champagne, a bunch of candles, and a bottle of kid's bubble bath. She smiles at me and tells me we're going to get drunk on champagne and have sex in a bubble bath, as she starts filling the massive hot tub and placing candles around it. Room service arrives, we share a bit of the food in front of the fire, and she opens both bottles. At some point I mentioned changing into dry clothes and she told me we could manage until we went in the tub, and I kind of agreed since even though we were still damp, we were warm.

We gave up on the glasses after a few, and started drinking right from the champagne bottles, and we were getting drunk. Sue looks at me, starts laughing, and says save some for the bubble bath. She gets up, goes over to the hot tub and lights up the candles, puts her bottle down and gets a couple glasses. Sets everything out nice and pretty, checks the water temperature, and adds some bubble bath to the water. Turning it on, she's watching the bubbles grow, adding hot water, and dipping her hand in to check the temp. She had pulled the sleeve of her sweater up a bit, but not the turtleneck underneath, and as the bubbles grew, each time she dipped her hand in, she came out with more bubbles on her sleeve. She just kind of brushed them off and had a drink. It took about 10 minutes to fully fill the tub with the right amount of hot water and the mountain of bubbles grew. Each time she stuck her hand in, she got covered in bubbles, until there was so much, the last few times her entire sleeve and the front of her sweater were covered, but she didn't seem to mind. As drunk as we were, the last time she tested the water, she overshot through the bubbles and soaked her sleeve almost to the elbow. She didn't seem to care

She smiled at me and said the tub was ready, and walked over to the light switch to dim the lights. She came back just as I had both my shoes off, and she bent over to untie hers. She leaned against the side of the hot tub for support to take them off. As soon as she slipped them off I stepped in front of her and we started kissing with our arms around each other. She pulled away after a minute and said let's get our clothes off and get in there before it cools off. It was at that moment that I looked at her with a grin and she automatically knew No, not in my clothes as I picked her up and slipped her into the water. You're a fucking jerk! she yells at me, and I just laugh and tell her you were already wet anyway. To this day, I still think that she wanted this and expected it, but was afraid to ask. But of course she denies it.

Instead of jumping out, or stripping her clothes off, she picks up a glass of champagne and settles back into the water. She pushes the bubbles away from her face, and the glass, so she can drink. She's only sitting chest deep in the water, just below her armpits. Her sleeves are only partially wet on the bottom. What convinced me she was actually enjoying this was after her third sip of champagne, she held up the glass and slid herself into the water, all the way up to her chin. She sat like that for a minute or two with a smile on her face and then sat back up, still smiling. She looked at me and said this is nice, come in here with me. And so I did, first sitting on the edge, just getting my jeans wet, then with some urging, actually getting in and sitting down. I sipped champagne a bit and she said you're not even really wet as most of my upper body was above the water. I said I'm ok and she looked at me and frowned, so I slid under until my chin was at the surface of the water, soaked for a minute, and sat back up. She added more hot water, she turned the jets on and off to add more bubbles, she got out for a minute, came back with more champagne, and a bottle of shampoo. We drank some more, we washed each others hair. We rubbed each other and kissed. She sat on my lap and turned the jets on and we got buried in bubbles. We spent what amounted to more than a half hour of wet, fully-clothed foreplay in the tub, but we couldn't figure out how to get comfortable for sex in the hard surface tub. The suite had an executive style shower room. So after we had enough of the tub, we decided to shower and jump in bed. I had assumed we'd shed our clothes and shower, but Sue had a different idea. She just walked in, turned it on, and got under it, so I joined her. She had her eyes closed, a smile on her face, and just let the water flow through her hair. We soaped and shampooed each other up, still in our clothes-like we were taking a regular shower, only we were fully dressed! Kissing, rubbing and washing, we both finally had enough, rinsed off, stripped down, and had an awesome rest of the night in front of the fireplace.

The next day we threw the clothes in a dryer and went to breakfast. At some point we discussed the night before. I asked her how she liked it, she looked a little embarrassed, and started to apologize. I stopped her and told her that I enjoyed the hell out of it, that it was a first. Really? she asked. Yup, I'd do it again in a minute. Once she realized that I was serious, she told me just how much she enjoyed it, and enjoyed seeing me with a tent in my pants just anticipating her. I agreed, but had no idea it would lead to two decades of wet and messy foreplay, at least until later that day.