Note: I hope you enjoy my first WAM story. It might be a bit long, but I hope that you find it enjoyable. Once the current COVID situation ends, I could use another vacation like this one. As I intend to with all stories and blogs, my wife has been given an alias.


My wife and I had been looking forward to a vacation for a while from the everyday life of the city. A quick escape into the New England countryside would be just what we needed. Getting some friends to take care of things at home and finding an Airbnb on the outskirts of a quaint town, we were sure to enjoy every minute of it.

Normally our wet and messy adventures occur within the confines of our home. While that's comfortable and familiar, it's always fun to get wild in a different locale. And on one particular night during this vacation, Lisa and I would be sure to do so.

After walking the idyllic main street of the town we were visiting and having lunch at a caf we stepped inside a dark, quiet bar. While sipping old-fashioneds and Manhattans, we talked and listened to the piano player in the background. We were both feeling exceptionally horny and decided that we'd head back to the Airbnb.

There was very little that we'd brought with us as far as food was concerned, so I asked about finding a grocery store to pick up some things. Lisa pointed out a Stop & Shop and we headed in. We were slowly filling up the shopping basket with various items when we went into the baking aisle.

"How 'bout some marshmallow fluff," she asked.

I placed a jar in the basket.

"That's it?" I looked into her eyes and knew exactly what she was suggesting.

I reached my arm into the shelf, pulling the containers of marshmallow fluff off and into the basket. As we continued down the aisle, I grabbed a couple of bottles of Hershey's chocolate syrup.

"Might as well," I said.

Towards the end of the aisle was a large stack of graham crackers. She grabbed a box and put it in the basket.

"Might as well," she said.

As our groceries were being checked out, the cashier of course noticed the volume of marshmallow fluff with the other items. The glance seemed to ask, "what are you gonna do with all this?" My returning look I like to think answered, "oh, just use your imagination." As we left, Lisa let out a giggle and said, "she probably knows."

Before I continue the story, to understand the level of fun to be had on this night, I must describe the bathroom. If I were to build a house, this would be my dream bathroom. The large space included a massive tub in which you could fit two people, a shower with no curtain or doors and a drain that the entire floor sloped down towards so water getting everywhere was never an issue. Floor-to-ceiling windows gave a view to beautiful rural hillside and the stone floor was warmed.

I found some exceptionally large mixing bowls in the kitchen and emptied out the marshmallow fluff into them, adding a bit of hot water to turn it into a nice thick marshmallow cream. I brought the bowls into the bathroom and found Lisa in the tub and on a shelf waited the chocolate syrup, the graham crackers, and a bottle of wine that she opened.

I joined her in the tub and we shared a glass of wine before I took the bottle and poured some onto her breasts and licked it off. We kissed passionately as I opened the drain letting the water out of the tub. After licking a little more wine from her breasts, I reached for one of the bowls taking a handful of cream and putting on her breasts, sucking her nipples and then eventually putting my face in between them while she poured a little more cream onto her breasts. "Go down on me now," she demanded and I complied. Rinsing my mouth off with some wine, I began pleasing her orally while she laid back. While eating her out, she played with her breasts, slowly spreading the cream outward and then suggested we hop out of the tub.

With a large towel on the warm stone floor she sat down hands on the floor and leaning back, while I lay on my stomach, continuing to lick her pussy and listen to sounds she made. Moans would be interrupted by "keep going" and became louder as I continued. She began to quiver as she began yelling, "don't stop, don't stop. Don't you ever fucking stop!" I suddenly felt a gooey marshmallow cream covered hand grab my hair and push my head into her. Lisa controlling the situation like that was so awesome and I knew to continue doing exactly as told as she grabbed the bowl and poured the remaining cream over her. It ran down to my face and her legs tightened on my head. She then pulled my head up and gave me a deep kiss before telling me to lay down.

The other bowl of marshmallow cream was waiting and she grabbed it and it was over my head. Slowly, Lisa began pouring it onto my face and worked her way across my body and to my dick, bring the bowl back and forth in a slow motion until the bowl was emptied. Then she took the lids of the two bottles of chocolate syrup. I could feel the contents coming out of the bottles in every direction over my body as she said, "I'm gonna have you fucking covered." I cleared my eyes as she came back down and put her body against mine. We rubbed all over each other mixing the chocolate syrup into the marshmallow cream until we were both a completely sticky, sweet mess on the floor.

Lisa turned around with her head towards my feet and her pussy hanging over my head. She scooped a handful of chocolate marshmallow cream and poured it over my dick before proceeding to give me a blowjob that can only be described as the most exhilarating ever. I spanked her beautiful ass as she continued pleasing me, and enjoyed the feel and sound of every repetition. She knew I was nearing climax and asked, "are you gonna come on my ass?"

"Fucking soon," I said and she waited on her legs and arms while I slid up off the floor. "Get it all over my ass," she demanded and it wasn't long before I obliged in a climax that I'd never forget. We sat down and embraced on the sticky, cream soaked towel on the floor and opened some graham crackers to make what is likely to be the most interesting way to make s'mores. Looking out the window, my wife asked, "Do you think anyone out there might've seen anything?"

"Well if they did, we gave them a helluva story," I replied. As we brought our sticky, gooey bodies up and stood on our feet, she asked, "Well we did dessert first, how 'bout Indian for dinner?"