I came home from a 10km run. I was wearing skintight compression running tights. They are black with some yellow lettering, and bits or yellow and red, dots and dashes. I wore a tight fitting long sleeve black running shirt. It was a good run. Not to fast , not to slow.

My wife was in the kitchen washing dishes.
She was rocking a 1950s rockabilly style look.
She wore a black and red polka dot dress.It fit close around her torso and swayed loosely and saucily from her waist and down around her legs. She wore simple white flats on her feet.

She wore dark red lipstick, dark eye shadow and eyeliner, witch looked beautiful with her pale complexion,and her hair was tied up in a bun with a red and black polka dot bandana.

"How's my rocket man?" She said both jokingly and seductively, she grabbed my tight crotch with her wet soapy hands.

"Good" I replied. "Just went at a steady pace. Got a little muddy from the puddles."

"I'll help you clean up!" My wife said as she plunged her hands into the warm soapy water and rubbed a handful of bubbles onto my chest, adding a little dot of bubbles onto my nose. She got a wet soapy cloth , got down on her knees in front of me, and wiped down my legs, butt, and crotch. The warm water felt good as it seeped through my tights. I could feel my erection grow as she dabed at my crotch with the cloth, and looked up at me with her big blue eyes.

"I made you something.I bet your hungry and tired. Let me feed you."

She lifted the cover off a large cooling tray on the counter, revealing 8 fluffy , creamy pies.

She took some creamy whipped frosting off the top of one and spread it around my lips, then, shoved the rest in my mouth.

"I think you need more." She picked up one of the pies and carried it like a waitress as she walked slowly towards me.

" You hungry babe?" She smeared some of the topping on my crotch and chest , before smashing the entire pie into my face. She made sure to really rub it in.

The rush of pleasure and humiliation I felt as my face was enveloped by the thick creamy pie was euphoric. Hightind by how good my wife looked in her outfit. How smug she looked as she wiped a tiny bit of cream off my face and playfully sucked it of her finger.

I felt so exposed in my skintight running clothes and she had some modesty , at least on her lower half, with her flowy dress. Though the top displayed her ample breasts quite well.

She grabbed two more pies. "Your turn!" I said.

"No, no, no. I stay perfectly clean today. Look how good I look. I'm going out after we're done here. And you my messy boy are going to clean all this up."

She plopped one of the pies on top of my head. It had the same creamy top layer as the first pie, but also had a mushy, runny blueberry filling that leaked down my forehead onto my face , and down the back of my neck.

The other pie she held , was a simple whipped cream pie witch she splattered on to my butt as she bent me over the counter and smeared it around , before giving me a hard slap on the cream covered seat of my tights.

Another pie was smashed in my face and one to my crotch.

I was so aroused . I wanted to kiss her. She put her hand up to stop me.

"I stay clean."

I couldn't let her get away without getting a little messy. I set one of the pies on the counter , I lifted the long skirt of her dress up over her head. Then grabbed her under her arms and tossed her onto the pie on the counter.

Her ass splatted into the creamy pie. One tiny dot landed on the side of her face. She jumped down off the counter to show her lacy underwear and exposed butt covered in pie. She made a mock exaggerated upset face.

"Get on your knees and clean me off!"

I happily obeyed her command. As I was licking her ass clean of cream she backed up, pining my head against the wall and forcing my face hard into her pie covered ass.

Once I was finished my task, my wife wiped a bit of cream and pie from my thickly covered face before smashing one pie to my face and one with much force into my crotch.

She ordered me to crawl to the shower. I stood and she sprayed me down with the shower hose, and demanded I leave my clothes on , pulling down my tights just enough , to pleasure myself as she watched and sprayed me down. She called out insults as I came.

Once I was fully clean, and we had cleaned up her backside, I kissed her goodbye, as she left for an afternoon with her friends. A perfect Sunday morning.