This is for those of you with wives/steady girlfriends. What was your first WAM experience with her? And this can be as simple as getting her wet with her clothes on.
For me, it was chocolate. We had talked about doing it for a little while. One weekend, we went to Baltimore and stayed overnight at a hotel. I had brought a couple large bottles of chocolate syrup.
It was a bit disappointing because she didn't wear a shirt, and insisted on putting water in the tub. Still, it was great, and she enjoyed doing it.

3 cans of shaving cream. Both got mostly covered, but she wasn't so into it. The best thing I can say is be persistent, but not annoying. If she doesn't want to get messy at first, see if she will at least mess you up. Sometimes seeing someone else look ridiculous can ease a lot of the tension.

The first time with my wife when we were still dating was a weekend in NYC, typical small New York hotel room, but the shower was large. She knew about my kink for wet clothes and when she saw the shower said "This could be fun." We got changed from driving clothes to go to dinner, her in a striped summer dress that tied at the neck, khakis and a dress shirt for me. After dinner, back to the hotel slightly tipsy, we hit the shower, taking off only our shoes. Making out was incredible, and then down to the floor for sex, watching the water pour over her, her dress clinging, her mascara running, the weight of both her clothes and mine clinging to me...

Sadly, it was the only time she managed to hide how much she really hated the feel of wet clothes. She gamely tried a few more times because she knew how much I liked it...a foam party, a few times in a pool, once in a river. But it's not fun to play with someone who is not only not enjoying it, but hating the feeling of it.

Ditto that. The first was an anniversary with my 'wife' at the time. We were staying at a nice little B&B that had a jacuzzi tub in our room. We were coming back from dinner and they wanted to take a bath together. As they were stripping, I asked if they could keep their lingerie on. They thought it was weird, but I tried to explain it as best I could; how hot I thought it would be. So they did, and while I thoroughly enjoyed the experience at the time, they never really did. But then, that's a whole different story.

I've found sometimes the best way to start is to agree to be the only one committed to getting messy. Don't force them to get messy and it will either happen or it won't. I enjoy getting pied by women almost as much as I enjoy giving it to them so it works out for me. The first time I did it with my wife she was ok with taking a few pies and although she doesn't get into it like I do she will do it every now and then and is understanding of it. Most girls don't mind doing the pieing I've found, its harder to bring it up then it is to convince them.

We started with whip cream in the "normal" places lol, and she was pretty well covered but something on my face must have told her I wanted more, she asked what was wrong I said I want you totally covered, hair face ect, and she said go for it. That was a few years ago and I bet at least 100 pies ago lol.

An incomprehensible woman. If she knows for sure that you really like something and is ready to play along with you - is it really so difficult for her to guess that sometimes you need to portray supposedly improvisation and spontaneity? Has she never faked an orgasm? After all, it is the same in essence.

Don't think you can compare those two things. If it's not in your mind you just won't get the idea: oh let's buy some yogurt and cover him with it tonight. Just like you probably won't be in the supermarket and think: let's fake an orgasm tonight. So when it comes down to the act you can decide to fake that orgasm. But if you won't have sex, that whole thing won't come to mind either.

First time with my GF at the time? Something small, we had a cookie cake with ice cream and chocolate syrup. We deserted the cake and ice cream and used the chocolate syrup.. nothing fancy just on her breasts and belly. It was quite sweet and really enjoyable to motorboat chocolatey breast's lol. We don't do anything like this anymore, VERY RARELY due to the fact she hates feeling sticky and does not like to waste food. We've had one other time and that's it.

Well, this was not exactly *the* first time, but it WAS the most memorable! (hopefully its not a copyright violation from Siren's wetlook stories, but i assure you, i am the author!)

TL:dr? for me...a dream come true!

Wow, over 20 years ago (in 1997) i decided to go back and finish college. The Internet was just gasping it's very first breath, but my university had a high-speed connection, and boy-oh-boy...the first two Wetlook websites that i found was messy fun and MK's website (that *specific* website name escapes me at this instant, but if "MK" means nothing to you, then you probably are not reading this story anyways?!?!)

I also started dating Stacy, who although very beautiful was also very insecure. But she was really into me, so I decided to tell her about this really weird interest that I had, (...that i used to think nobody else in the world found interesting?)

Some of the details are hazy. Others are seared into my mind until the day I die. In Raleigh NC, right next to my university is a city recreation area called Pullen Park. it has a decent water feature, which has two small and one large pond. If you want, you can rent a paddle boat to ride on that largest pond.

At the back of the large pond they cut out a channel which created a small island. there is also a walking path with two bridges, that allows you to walk to this small island if you are so inclined. This is at the very far end of the park, so not quite as many people find their way back there, (compared to the more crowded areas close to the main entrance and parking lot.)

Stacy was an inch taller than me. Brown hair, brown eyes and high prominent cheekbones (if that matters to anyone?) she was wearing a beige colored casual dress. Buttons all the way down the front. For shoes, she had on a matching pair of classy/casual "flats" to avoid her being more taller than me than she already was!

It was a warm & sunny afternoon. We walked over to the park, after both of our classes had finished. as we walked, we made a little small talk about how the day had gone. But we had also talked about *this*, so I could feel my heart pounding forcefully. Up to this point, i had no idea what she really thought about it. But i wanted to do everything i could in the hope of making this a positive experience for her...

Soon, we reached the walking path that led to the island. And after a few more steps we were crossing one of the bridges that brought us to the island. Now we were here. We casually strolled closer to the water's edge. Now, her voice and words began to show some concern...

S: what if somebody sees us?
Me: i don't see anyone near us right now...

perhaps a random pedestrian might have strolled by at some point?

S: so what are we going to do if we get caught?
Me: we should be fine. It's not like we came with swimsuits and towels. There is no evidence whatsoever that would prove we came here specifically to get wet.

(info) we already had passed more than one conspicuous sign that stated "no swimming" quite clearly!

S: i am afraid to get in trouble...
Me: if it even comes to that, i will take all the blame!
S: are you sure?
Me: yes! Absolutely!

So i think maybe she was expecting me to push her into the water? Thinking back, i think she had gotten herself ready for it, but that was not clear to me back then. So we chatted some more. (and no, my previous dialogue might not have been 100% word for word) and i was beginning to think that maybe neither of us (or at least Stacy) would end up in the water that day...

The channel was formed from concrete. I would guess it to be about 15ft wide, which is what... maybe 5m? (for people who speak metric!)

From a previous solo experience, i knew the depth to be just a little better than waist deep. Not really the best place to push someone in...not if you wanted to see a complete head to toe instant drenching.

Somehow we had sat down, right next to the edge of the water. I think the conversation had just reached the point that i promised to take all the blame if need be. And like i said earlier, she was probably ready for the dunking as soon as we crossed the bridge, and probably she thought she had been beyond obvious that she was ready for it. But like a typical young guy, I did not take any notice of those indications

On the other hand, i think she was completely relishing my contained excitement.

Now 20+ years after the fact, i vaguely recall her saying something like "so maybe we won't get wet after all?" to which I replied "it doesn't really seem like you want too..."

And just as i was making my reply, she cupped her hand and slowly lifted a small scoop of water out of the channel. Idly she gently placed that hand on my shoulder, dampening my shirt. I never thought of it until just now, but this would now be described as "my head exploding" and I'm sure she was enjoying every second of my anticipation...

There we were, sitting right next to the water. I don't exactly recall what might have been said next (or if anything was even "said" actually?) Maybe i playfully said "oh no, you got my shirt wet!"

I stood up, and gently helped her to stand up too. We were embraced in a hug. Maybe i said something like "looks like we are going into the water for sure now" and she replied with "oh no, no no, please. no. please no..."

I gently leaned us out towards the water and I felt Stacy leaning away. I leaned in again, a little farther, and i felt Stacy leaning again toward dry land. But then suddenly, she was leaning with me towards the water. We were falling in together.

a few others have recounted similar events as if they were going in "slow" motion, but for me, this moment was not slow motion.

As I recall, at one instant, i realized we had passed the "tipping" point, and then next instant, we had splashed underwater in the blink of an eye.

An instant ago we had been leaning. Now we were spluttering! A complete head to toe drenching was successfully accomplished! We had tipped over sideways, so it wasn't a regular "hair in the face" dunking...

I probably don't really need to say how her dress was molded to her body, do i? (& i apologize that i don't add a picture here). But yet the thought crosses my mind...even when a lady's clothing might be described as "form fitting" the way a complete drenching results in MORE form fitting. The details underneath...depending on the colour...(the color?)...the type of material, the thickness of material... to be perfectly honest, Stacy's dress didn't turn see-through due to its ribbed knitting.

And then there was her facial expression. A mix of surprise, embarrassment, perhaps a tiny bit of "shock and awe" (years before the term became common place) i can not (in good conscience) provide reliable testimony to any further dialogue!. At most, there might have been my comment "don't worry, i will say i pulled you in, if need be"

Off we walked, back to my dorm room...water dripping, shoes squishing... the trail of wetness behind us... we had a few other wet adventures, but that was the best one that i recall...

Unfortunately, neither of us was quite so good at relationships... On the other had, "wetlook conversion" is something i always consider when i meet someone new...

Well, maybe you're right - let's not argue. A girl worked with us in the Club, one of the Female Clients fell in love with and they emigrated to the Netherlands. According to their impressions, in your society, relations in a pair are really built differently than in ours. The new Dutch girlfriends of this girl were at first a little shocked that it is absolutely normal for her to plan in detail 2-3 days before and play a sex show for her woman. they say it's "sexism" - just carried over to a same-sex family.))

Mine was with squirty cream pies. We'd talked a few times about how as kids we'd always wanted to be gunged on Get Your Own Back or something similar, and she'd made comments on holiday when walking past the pool after dinner she really wanted to jump in wearing her dress (I encouraged her but it didn't happen ), so I got a feeling she might be open to a little play.

So one evening when casually playing cards (blackjack) together I suggested upping the stakes - lose a game, lose some clothes and I'd pie her when she had lost & was naked. Thought she'd laugh it off thinking I was joking but she agreed - but not her face or hair but that it would be her pieing me. Don't remember who won the cards but there were two very pied bodies but nothing to the face.

She said she didn't want to do it again. She quite enjoyed getting me naked & pieing me, but was scared she'd hurt me if she pied my face, and didn't really enjoy being naked or pied. Suggested she could just pie me but left it at that & didn't push it. We've played around with small amounts of squirty cream & chocolate sauce since but only to lick off each other.

Ten or so years later, we're married, have 2 kids, and after suggestions have had another little messy session & planning a bit more soon as a result of a completely open conversation in which she realised just how much I like it - I think partly due to my being less embarrassed about talking about it, and her being more comfortable with her body/with me.

Goes to show that a little time/patience/persistence/honesty/compromise, minds can change & what you thought wouldn't happen just might. I know I'm lucky in that I found a beautiful woman who was open to my kink but didn't like it, but now is willing to try it again, but it wouldn't have happened at all if I hadn't asked back then, or now

For me I just had a whipped cream fight than went to prom with her and throw water in the air

Our first time was at a river with lots of swimming, a day or two before that day we began talking about her moving in with me thus I was forced to bring it up seeing if this is something she'd go along with willingly.

Well long story short it was totally successful being she was intrigued, she even let me choose what she wore which was black tank and black shorts (among my favs). We went on a water swim adventure at a small river, played very hard and the love became stronger.

She moved in about 2 months later from another state ending our long term relationship phase of knowing each other, that was 7 years ago now.

This is us today

We went to happy hour with friends on a Wednesday night during the summer. She's a teacher and was doing summer school at the time. Came home changed into this black maxi dress she has because she wanted to throw on something comfy that looked decently nice without having to shave her legs.

We come back. Have sex. She says she's going to rinse off before dinner. She walks in the bathroom with the dress on and I'm like "surely you're going to take the dress off first" and she shrugs. I take my clothes off too to surprise her in the shower. Walk in, feel her arms wrap around me, turn around. The dress is still on and by now it's absolutely soaked, clinging to her in all the right places, and the bottom is now pooling on the ground. I don't think I've ever gotten so hard in my life.

My first time with AimMe was p funny and we still joke about it. It was spring of 2011 roughly, maybe summer. We had both had crushes on each other but I'd been in an LTR until the previous year. We eventually got to talking about kink stuff and we decided to get together for a "fetdate" I believe I called it. I was (and still am) awkward about buying mess supplies so I asked her to grab some stuff on her way over. Before she got there I was setting stuff up in the bedroom and I was 20 and broke so instead of plastic sheeting I taped a bunch of trash bags together to make a drop cloth lol I was still putting it together when she got there. I told her I still needed to finish some stuff upstairs and she said she would start prepping some stuff. Eventually got the trash bag bed set up with a fitted sheet over it and I helped her finish prep. I can't tell you exactly what we used but def pies and cake batter. We went to the bedroom and it was very awkward lol we sat there in our underwear and spent maybe just 10-15 mins not doing anything and she encouraged me by being like "do you want me to pie myself first?" I had REALLY dreamt of pieing her in the face but I felt bad like she'd not enjoy it or something but I told her "no no I want to do it" I think then I did it very gently and she got me back and we went back and forth. I can't tell you how long it all lasted or anything, but I can tell you I fantasized about it for years after that. We remained friends after that but life happens and we weren't super close for a good amount of time until recently. Tbqh I'm really excited and happy to have my first real wam experience with her and to now be in a committed relationship with her now where we also happen to do wam stuff. Very mushy sentimental but maybe she will tell her side? Lol idk exactly what went through her mind that night. Oh to finish the story, we both went home afterwards and despite showering together afterwards we both found cake batter in our ears hours later