I have always loved getting wet or messy but in the last year I have got into crossdressed wam and this is probably because my wife has never appeared to show much interest in getting wet or messy. Therefore dressing as a woman is a substitute maybe. To be fair I have never actually asked her but whenever the conversation heads that way she changes the subject.
Luckily my wife goes off every month to spend the day with one of her close friends and so that is my chance to play. Because she goes on a regular basis I can plan for these days and this was no exception. After waving goodbye to my wife I cleared the kitchen table to one side, spread out a plastic sheet and then brought in the paddling pool which I blew up and placed in the middle of the floor. The final addition was a square of carpet to protect the pool and it was ready.
Next I collected the food from my car and emptied it into various plastic containers which I placed around the pool before bringing in the clothes bags from the car and taking them upstairs to change. I spent some time doing some make-up which wasn't great but made me feel good. Then it was on with the clothes which had only been worn briefly to check the size. Firstly a matching set of white lace undies comprising a good size bra with a formed cup meaning no need for padding. Then a matching pair of Brazilian knickers and finally a suspender belt from the same set. Next came the stockings which had not been out of their packet. With trembling hands I slid them on and fastened them to the straps before checking they were tight and the straps straight. The dress was next and was a royal blue cocktail dress with short sleeves and a sweetheart neckline. Under the skirt was a lining and over the whole thing a layer of net.
I had inserted a piece of string into the zip which aided pulling the zip up. Once in place I pulled the string free knowing there was now only one way to remove the dress. The wig came next. it was a brunette wig which came to my shoulders and once on my head I brushed the wig more for the feel than anything else as like everything else it was brand new. I carried the shoes downstairs for safety before putting them on and walking around in them. They were a matching royal blue with a single ankle strap and a four inch heel which I actually liked. Deciding to prolong my session and enjoying the feel of the dress as it swirled around my legs I ventured out into the garden. Rather than using the French doors from the kitchen I went out the front door. I knew there was a slight risk of being seen but that just heightened the experience.
I walked up the drive and into the back garden which was not overlooked and I spent a few minutes walking across the patio. Eventually I couldn't wait and headed for the drive. As I turned the corner my wife drove in and I froze. There was no escape.
My wife opened her door and got out but instead of a telling off she had a big smile and I heard, "Looks like we've arrived in time for the show."
I was confused and didn't pick up on the fact she wasn't talking to me. Then the passenger door opened and out got Sally, her friend. Now she is a gorgeous woman with long legs but her outfit just enhanced that. She had on a pair of very tight white jeans and an off the shoulder thin white jumper which exposed just a hint of skin between the jumper and jeans. On her feet were a pair of spike heeled black knee boots and over her lightly tanned shoulders were white bra straps.
Only then did I realise Sue had changed from what she'd left the house in. She now had a below the knee white summer dress with short sleeves. The top was pin tucked and the skirt full with a petticoat underneath. On her feet were white high heeled sandals.
I was mixed between fear and excitement as Sally came over and started to inspect my clothes.
"Very nice. I'm looking forward to the show."
My mind wasn't quite in tune with reality and I wondered what show they were talking about. After all I thought they knew nothing of my play times.
Whilst I stood and admired Sally as she organised the terrace Sue went inside the house and moments later the French doors opened. Sue came out and with Sally's help they manoeuvred the garden table onto the lawn adjacent to the patio. Then they went inside and started to transfer all my food supplies out to the table and only then did I realise I was to be the show. Finally the girls set a small table on the patio with one chair either side pointed towards the garden and Sue produced a bottle of wine and two glasses.
Sitting down Sue then said, "On with the show."
Only now did reality strike as I realised I was going to get messy in front of my wife and her friend. I also realised what opportunities this might bring and I knew I need to make it look good.
I decided this still needed to be for me to make it work so I selected a jug of custard and pulled the dress out and filled my bra and the top of the dress. Given the space in the bra I managed quite a lot of custard before it reached the top but because of the tight bodice of the dress none could escape. I waited a few moments before pulling out the bodice and the custard trickled down over my stomach, over my knickers and then dripped onto my shoes.
I pulled a plastic garden chair over selected another jug of custard. Sitting down I pulled up the dress and spent some time coating my stockings and shoes in custard before filling my knickers making sure to stay covered as I wasn't sure what Sue would think if I got my cock out in front of Sally.
Then it was time for more messy items and over my head went a large tub of blackcurrant jam which completely covered my wig and face before dropping off down the dress. I followed this with two large jugs of black treacle which went inside the dress and over the head. Finally a bucket of thick white yoghurt went over my head before I then rubbed the mess in so I was completely coated.
The girls actually applauded and I took a bow before Sally asked, "So what would you do now? It looks like a mammoth washing job."
"The whole lot would go in the bin." I answered with a lot more nerve than I felt.
"Surely some of it would be saved?"
Taking a gulp I said, "No, because it all gets ripped or cut off for the final enjoyment."
I wasn't sure if she was shocked, surprised or embarrassed but she asked, "Even the shoes and the wig?"
"Oh yes."
At this Sue jumped up and went into the house returning with a pair of seriously strong looking scissors which she handed to me with the words, "Go on then. Show us."
The challenge was made and I certainly wasn't going to say no.
As Sue retook her seat I started on the dress. I didn't need the scissors to start with as I ripped holes in the lace overlay. Then the scissors came into play as I cut a number of slits in the hem before slowly ripping the dress and then the underskirt right up to the bodice until it was just a collection of strips.
I then cut up the front of the bodice with a lovely crunching sound and the dress parted and fell to the floor. The shoes were next and I sat down and cut the strap on each shoe before spending some time cutting the uppers from the soles. The final use for the shoes came as I used the spike heel to ladder the stockings before standing and cutting the suspender belt straps.
The bra went in sections as I pulled each shoulder strap tight before cutting through it then cutting the cups open allowing the rest of the custard to escape. Then a couple of cuts between the cups and the bra joined the rest on the grass.
Amazingly my cock was still hidden inside the knickers and I really wasn't sure whether to continue but the single shout of 'Off' from my wife gave me the permission.
I used my fingers to rip a hole in the back and then finally ripped open the front letting my cock grow to its full extent. The final destruction was the wig and I cut great chunks off it before finally discarding what was left.
As the rags fell to the grass I got a round of applause which was nice but I'd rather do something with my aching cock but I was in for a huge surprise as Sally then said, "That looks like fun. Shame all the foods gone."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing and hoped that was something to explore in the future but Sue then got to her feet and said "I think I can help."
She walked out of sight and I heard the car boot open and close then she reappeared with a carrier bag. She opened the bag and produced eight large containers of poster paint in different colours and she then said, "Fancy a paint fight?" and i realised this was directed at Sally.
"Should we change into some old clothes?" she asked and she got the answer I was hoping for as Sue unscrewed the cap of a pot of blue paint and very carefully squeezed the nozzle into the waistband of Sally's jeans before emptying the whole pot inside. Now I definitely thought my cock was going to explode. I guess the material was quite thick as it took some time before the white started to turn blue.
No one moved for a moment and then Sally bent down and took a red pot. As she bent down the blue paint oozed out of the top of the jeans and turned the waistband blue and I could imagine what it felt like inside those jeans.
Sally carefully unbuttoned Sue's dress to expose just a hint of her white bra before the whole pot of paint was squeezed in and the buttons done up. The dress soon turned red round the waist before drops of paint started to fall on her shoes.
Sue then used her hands to smear a whole pot of yellow paint over Sally's jumper both front and back and Sally's response was a pot of green rubbed over the top of Sue's dress and down her arms. Sally had shoulder length jet black hair and this was subjected to a whole pot of white paint rubbed well in and it ran down her face over what was once nice make-up.
Once Sally wiped her eyes the final retaliation was a whole pot black paint rubbed into my wife's long blonde hair and over her face.
Clearing her eyes Sue then retrieved the scissors and handed them to me and I knew instantly what was required.
A number of snips in the dress and underskirt and I then spent some time ripping the material into strips before removing it completely. To my surprise she was actually wearing stockings but not for long as I laddered then and cut the straps as well. The high heeled sandals would easily have cleaned as they were almost unmarked but I didn't give them a chance as I knelt down and cut all the straps letting Sue step out of them. Sue's bra went next and in the same way mine had been destroyed leaving her in a thong. I did hesitate but I was egged on by Sue and so a little snip to the sides and the thong made its way slowly to the floor as it was stuck to her skin with paint.
The next words I heard were even more of a surprise as Sally said, "What about me?"
I looked at Sue who said, "Be my guest" and I didn't wait to argue.
Sally stood there without moving a muscle as I cut up the thin wool top with visibly shaking hands. Underneath was a now yellow bra and this went in the same way as the others exposing large firm breasts with very erect nipples.
I went to go for the waistband of the jeans but Sally just said "Boots first" and I wasn't going to say no and I just hoped the scissors were up to the task as they were expensive looking leather.
With a lot of effort I cut down the side of each boot then pulled it off her leg revealing a till white section of jeans protected by the tight fitting boots.
As I was kneeling I started by cutting the hem of each leg before ripping the material as high as I could before standing and cutting up through the waistband to remove them completely. Underneath was red stained thong and I didn't need to ask permission as Sally ripped it off herself.
At that moment Sue grasped my cock and said, "I need that inside me, now." and she pulled me down to the ground and guided me inside her with the paint being the lubricant.
As I pushed myself up Sally stepped over Sue and made it obvious where my tongue was to go. Well, with my painted cock inside my wife, my tongue inside my sex dream and hundreds of pounds worth of clothes scattered over the lawn I lasted about thirty seconds before I shot everything inside Sue.
However i wasn't going to be let off easily and Sue pushed my head down and I went to work with my tongue her cunt tasting of salty paint. She was obviously as charged up as I was and it didn't take long before she was screaming in pleasure.
"Don't forget Sally." was all she said as she lay there on the grass and I wasn't going to say no so my tongue went to work again. Sally lasted longer than Sue but eventually she too reached her peak and we all lay there in the sunshine.
I was just debating how we were going to clean up when to my surprise Sally got to her feet and then lay down on top of Sue and they started kissing and caressing and my cock started to grow. I took it in hand and as they moaned and groaned I shot my load for a second time over Sally's back.