Alex watched as Megan savored the last spoonful of decadent chocolate mousse. Their eyes connected and her luscious lips twisted into a flirtatious smile. Flickering candlelight danced around Megan's strikingly beautiful features. The pale light accentuated her dark, vivacious eyes and the glorious, shining chestnut brown hair which fell just below her shoulders.

The last 48 hours had been an exhilarating whirlwind. Their dignified wedding ceremony had taken place in a vaulted stone church in Bethesda. It had been followed by a shimmering storybook reception. After a night of sublime lovemaking, they had boarded a direct flight from Dulles to Orlando to embark on a weeklong honeymoon. They had reached the hotel around 3:30 PM. Now, as they finished dinner, the cares of the world seemed to melt away into pure happiness, anticipation, and adventure.

The young waiter returned and swept away the small glass cup which had contained the chocolate mousse they had shared. A moment later, he dropped the check.

"We hope you enjoy your stay with us here at the Four Seasons Resort, Orlando," he said, smiling amiably.

Before turning away, he pulled out an envelope and pressed it into the white linen tablecloth.

"Since you are newlyweds, we have some complimentary tickets for you this evening. The event takes place at 10:00 tonight. If you decide to check it out, it's about twenty minutes away by car."

Alex opened the envelope and pulled out two tickets, along with a colorful flyer:

"You are invited to be part of the live studio audience for 'Newlywed Messy Olympics,' the gameshow that puts some of America's hottest young newlywed couples in totally wacky and outrageous situations. Must be 18 or older. Dress code for contestants and audience will be swimsuits."

"A messy gameshow for newlyweds?" Megan laughed. "That's insane. It almost sounds kind of fun."

She said the words with an innocence and nonchalance that surprised Alex. They had made no plans for the evening. On a whim, they both decided that it might be cool to be able to say that they were in the audience for a gameshow.

The Uber ride was booked for 9:15. As the hour approached, Alex noticed that, more than once, their conversations drifted off into nervous laughter. There was something about the late hour of the event, the swimsuit dress code, and the implication that they would be watching adult contestants compete in 'messy' games, that suggested something vaguely naughty and dangerous.

Around 9:00, Alex pulled on comfortable red board shorts and a soft T shirt. Moments later, Megan emerged from the well-appointed bathroom, eager to show off the brand new bikini that she had selected specifically for their honeymoon.

"What do you think?" She asked.

There was a flirtatious tone in her voice. She already knew the answer.

Alex pulled her into an intimate embrace and they kissed. His cock stiffened and swelled within the wire mesh of his shorts. She could feel it pressing into her smooth thigh.


***

The 'Newlywed Messy Olympics' studio had the vibe of a nightclub. Music pumped from a sound system, lights flashed, and there was a complimentary open bar. The room was filled exclusively with attractive, swimsuit-clad couples in their 20s and 30s. A generous, tarp-covered open area was flanked on two sides by metal stadium bleachers. A camera crew was busy making the final preparations.

Following the lead of the other participants, Megan pulled off the running shorts and tank top she had worn over her bikini. She folded the cloths neatly and placed them in a plastic bag. Alex and Megan found seats halfway up the bleachers. As soon as they were seated, Alex got the strange feeling that they were attracting someone's attention. He glanced around. A moment later, his suspicions were confirmed when he looked up to see a girl with a clipboard standing over them. She introduced herself as Erika, one of the show's producers.

"We're looking for one more couple for the first segment. You guys would be absolutely perfect. Would you be interested in appearing as contestants?"

Alex felt his heart leap into his throat. The sudden invitation took them both by surprise. Alex looked at Megan and saw the kind of indecision which he interpreted as, "Honey, you decide."

"Yeah, sure... I guess," he stammered.

"Cool," said Erika. "When our host, J.D. Ross, asks for volunteers for the first segment, just raise your hands. You'll want to take off your shoes and come up barefoot. We also recommend that guys go shirtless. Our contestants get quite messy and cloths tend to get ruined."

As soon as she was gone, Alex felt the nervous squeeze of Megan's hand.

"Oh my God, Alex, what have we agreed to?" She giggled. "What will our friends think if they see this?"

Before Alex could answer, the audience began to cheer. J.D. Ross, the gameshow's hunky young host, stepped forward, microphone in hand:

"Welcome to 'Newlywed Messy Olympics!' This is the show that puts newlywed couples, many of whom are on their honeymoons here in Orlando, in totally wacky and outrageous situations! Our contestants compete for awesome prizes, which include gift certificates to some of Orlando's finest restaurants. To start off, we are looking for two brave newlywed couples..."

Moments later, Alex and Megan found themselves standing in front of the audience and the cameras as an earthy dance beat pumped in a long, continuous vamp. They were joined by another young couple who would be their "opponents." The woman, probably in her late 20s, had beautiful light red hair which was pulled back into a short, neat ponytail. She giggled with a hint of apprehension and shyness, her attractive, bikini-clad body on display to the world.

As the dance beat continued to pump in the background, J.D. turned to the opposing team:

"Tell us your names."

"Bethany."

"Josh."

"Bethany and Josh, what's your hometown?"

"Denver, Colorado," said Josh.

"Cool. What do you both do in Denver?"

"I'm a pediatric nurse," answered Bethany.

There was a tinge of shyness in her voice, as if she was reluctant to talk about her profession while standing in a bikini in a setting which was anything but professional.

"I'm an accountant for a large corporation," answered Josh.

"Are you guys currently celebrating your honeymoon here in Orlando?"

Smiling happily, they answered 'yes.'

That's awesome! Congratulations!"

J.D.'s tone of voice was infused with a combination of irreverence and insincerity which made it seem as if, at any given moment, he might be making fun of the show's contestants. He continued,

"Josh and Bethany are a lovely couple, but it turns out that they have a little competition today. Let's meet our other team. Tell us your names."

"Megan."

"Alex."

"Megan and Alex, where are you from?"

"Potomac, Maryland," answered Alex.

"Are you celebrating your honeymoon right now?"

"We were married yesterday," said Megan, with a smile which radiated an endearing, naive innocence.

"Wow. So you really are newlyweds. What are your professions?"

"I'm a writer and producer for the Discovery Channel," answered Megan.

"I work as an IT consultant," said Alex.

"Rad. I'm sure you all want to find out what games we have in store for you today, but first, here at 'Newlywed Messy Olympics,' we like to start off with a little warmup for our contestants. Bethany and Josh, at your wedding reception did you do the whole thing where you smash cake in each other's faces?...No?...What about you, Megan and Alex? Did you throw any cake yesterday?"

Alex and Megan laughed as they looked at each other and answered, 'no.' Their reception had been the epitome of class. Lovingly and with painstaking care, they had fed each other bits of cake. It had been a sweet, romantic, affectionate moment which symbolized their commitment to one another.

"Well, we're going to give you the opportunity to make up for that right now," said J.D.

On cue, a metal cart was wheeled out. It contained four massive, perfectly sculpted cream pies. The audience cheered. Megan's mouth dropped open. She giggled, shifted her feet, took a deep breath, and brushed a hand through her hair. She looked at Alex, he looked back, and they just stood and laughed as they realized what was about to happen. Alex read Megan's lips as she teasingly mouthed the words, "This is all your fault!"

A new dance beat began to pump.

"Bethany and Josh, go ahead and pick up your pies." J.D. instructed.

Cheered on by the delighted audience, they complied with a combination of amusement and hesitation. Slowly, they lifted the plates and glanced down to study the heaping mounds of thick, gooey whipped cream which covered a deep layer of vanilla pudding. It was all drizzled with sticky chocolate syrup. The enormous, gloppy confections quivered and came perilously close to dripping over the sides of the tin foil plates.

Holding their pies, Bethany and Josh were instructed to face each other. They looked each other in the eyes and giggled. The delay felt awkward and torturous. Microphone in hand, J.D. seemed to be intent on prolonging the anticipation.

"Josh, man...A few seconds from now, you're going to get the chance to put this entire pie right in Bethany's face. How is that going to feel?"

"Actually, I think it's going to be kind of liberating," Josh joked.

"Bethany, it isn't every day that you get to throw a pie in your husband's face. What are your thoughts right now?"

"He totally deserves this!" She teased.

"Well, I think we've delayed the inevitable long enough. Go ahead, NAIL each other!"

They lunged at each other with raw enthusiasm. SPLAT...SMOOSH...Josh planted his pie squarely in Bethany's face. A split second later, he was hit. The audience reacted with collective gasps and cheers. The pies splattered violently in all directions, oozed over the sides of the plates, and dropped down in thick clumps. Like immature children, Bethany and Josh took great delight in smearing the pies upwards into each other's hair. When it was over, both were unrecognizable. Thick, gooey pie hung from what had been Bethany's neat, red ponytail. The crowd cheered as they shared a creamy and passionate kiss.

Now, all attention shifted to Alex and Megan. Alex's heart thudded as he picked up a pie. It was heavier than he had expected. He could not believe that, within moments, he would be pushing this pie into the face of his beautiful wife. She deserved so much better than to be demeaned this way on national television. To his surprise, Megan seemed to be relishing the prospect of returning the favor. Her lips twisted into a seductive smirk as she slowly, teasingly, picked up her own pie. He had never imagined that she had such a sadistic streak. They faced each other, holding the pies.

"Megan and Alex, did you think you would be doing something like this on the first day of your honeymoon?" J.D. asked.

Laughing, they answered, 'no.'

"Somehow, I get the sense that Megan and Alex cannot wait to throw these pies at each other," said J.D. "They've waited for this since their first date. Let's not make them wait any longer. Go ahead, NAIL each other!"

Megan let out a giggly shriek.

SPLAT...SPLAT...With one decisive push, Alex replaced Megan's face with his pie. A second later, he felt Megan's enthusiastic retaliation. It hit with an irreverent smack. He felt smothered under a thick, cool mask. He tasted pie, felt it going up his nose and into his ears. It dropped onto his bare, well-toned chest. He pressed and rubbed his pie into Megan's face as she tried to duck away. He smeared it into her hair. They kept going in a giggly tit-for-tat. When the plates dropped to the floor, they stood, dazed. Megan's stunningly beautiful face was now only a memory. Pudding and whipped cream hung from her hair. They enjoyed a long, tasty kiss. Alex and Megan could now say that their first official 'fight' as a married couple had been a pie fight.


***

No towels were provided. The four contestants were left to wipe off as much pie as they could with their hands. Within five minutes, the studio was set for the first game of the evening. A blue rectangular inflatable pool was filled to the top with thick chocolate pudding. Two parallel slip n slides were coated with rivers of chocolate syrup and whipped cream. On the tarp in front of the slip n slides were an assortment of cakes, pies, strawberry jello, and ice cream sundaes which were arranged in checkerboard lines.

"You will be competing in a game called, 'Banana Split Bikini Relay,'" explained J.D. "We have all of the ingredients necessary for banana splits, but we're missing the bananas. That's where our contestants come in. Each couple will work together as a team to find as many bananas as possible in two minutes. That's not going to be easy, because all of the bananas are submerged in this two-foot-deep vat of chocolate pudding. Bethany and Megan, it will be your task to dive into the vat of pudding, locate a banana, climb out, and peel it. You will then drop the peeled banana into the back of your bikini bottom and transport it to your husband. To get there, you must step through an assortment of messy deserts and then pull yourself through our sloppy chocolate and whipped cream-coated slip n slides using only your elbows and legs. Once you reach your husband, you will take out the banana, drop it into your husband's shorts, and run back to find another banana. At the end of two minutes, the buzzer will sound and you must stop immediately. Do you guys have any questions?"

"Oh my God, like, we're actually going to put bananas in our bikinis?" Megan giggled, incredulously.

"Ordinarily, we would provide you with containers, but unfortunately today we have completely run out." J.D. quipped.

"I think I'm going to feel violated," moaned Bethany through giggles. "Hopefully, I'll be able to keep my bikini on."

At that moment, Alex accepted the fact that there would be no way to survive 'Newlywed Messy Olympics' with their dignity intact. He and Josh were positioned at the end of the messy obstacle course. Megan and Bethany took their places at the starting line. Both women approached the game with sheepish resignation. As they waited for the countdown to start, they looked at the obstacle course with a mixture of amusement and dread.

"This is going to be such a mess." Megan said, quietly. "I can't believe I'm doing this."

As the countdown came, the contestants braced themselves.

"On your mark! GET SET! GO!"

The crowd erupted. Megan and Bethany dashed to the pool, climbed over the sides, and dived into the thick chocolate pudding. Alex caught the unforgettable expression on Megan's face as she felt, for the first time, the sensation of pudding oozing around her body. She seemed to be enjoying the novelty of the experience. He imagined it slurping between her legs, coating her breasts, entering her swimsuit, and seeping into her most intimate areas.

Within seconds, each woman had found a banana. They stepped out of the pool, their bodies dripping and coated in heavy chocolate pudding. Furiously, they peeled the pudding-covered bananas, threw down the peels, clumsily pulled out the backs of their bikini bottoms and dropped in the bananas. Megan paused to adjust the banana, wiggling her ass.

"This game is so stupid that it's almost ingenious," thought Alex.

Megan and Bethany giggled, uncontrollably, as they took their first steps forward. They were forced to walk in a way which would not smush the bananas. Luckily, their tight-fitting swimsuits seemed to keep the bananas in place, more or less, and prevented the soft fruit from slipping between their legs where it would become mush.

But now, there was a new challenge. They would have to step through the series of deserts that lay on the tarp. Slowly, Megan sank her bare foot into a not-yet-melted hot fudge sundae, crushing it flat. With the next step, she sank into a moist, gooey chocolate layer cake, which exploded in all directions. Megan and Bethany shook with laughter. The game was so outrageously messy, so mindlessly decadent, so wasteful. Each step felt heavier and clumsier. Bethany stepped into squishy strawberry jello and almost slipped, righting herself just in time.

Megan was the first to reach the gooey slip n slide. Cheered on by the audience, she sprawled forward and slid through the slippery, sticky chocolate syrup and whipped cream. Momentum got her only so far. Then, she was forced to inch forward, using only her elbows and legs. Finally, she reached the end, stood up, and stumbled forwards towards Alex. Carefully, she retrieved the banana from her bikini. Alex felt the back of his shorts pull out and the softening banana drop into the wire mesh. It was a unique feeling. Just for fun, he bounced the banana and felt it sink lower. It rested almost between his legs. It was all strategy. He would need more room in his shorts for the second and (hopefully) third banana his wife would deliver.

When two minutes was up, the buzzer sounded. Megan and Bethany were covered from head to foot. Both women were remarkably good sports, under the circumstances. Now, it was time to count the bananas, and to determine which team had won the game. Three bananas bulged from the back of Alex's shorts. He had tied the drawstring in a firm knot, and he felt his shorts sagging under the weight.

"This brings new meaning to 'Fruit of the Loom,'" joked J.D. "Just to make this a little more interesting, we're going to ask the guys to take the bananas out the front of their shorts."

The giddy audience loved the idea. Alex reached in and began working the bananas to the front of his shorts. Without trepidation, Megan reached in to pull out each banana. As she went about the task, Alex felt Megan's firm hand linger over his hard cock. Nobody seemed to care that he was getting an enormous boner. Given the kinkiness of the game, it seemed to be expected. A moment later, Alex and Megan were enjoying a victory kiss. They had collected three bananas, while Josh and Bethany had collected only two.


***


"Our second game is called, 'Cherry on Top,'" explained J.D. "Every ice cream sundae needs a cherry."

On cue, a large screen was pulled away to reveal two colorful, circular inflatable kiddie pools, each filled with a giant ice cream sundae. A slide led into each pool.

"Megan and Bethany, in a moment you will be sliding down into one of these giant, sloppy, ice cream sundaes," J.D continued. "Alex and Josh, you guys will take turns spinning our wheel of fortune. With each spin, the wheel will stop on a popular sundae topping. You will get the opportunity to dump the designated topping over your wife's head. The team that gets the cherry first, wins the game."

The audience cheered. Slowly, Megan and Bethany climbed the ladders and took a seat at the top of their slide. With amusement and apprehension, each looked down at the giant sundae below. In each pool, a heaping mass of melting vanilla ice cream was topped with a mountain of whipped cream. A coin toss determined that Megan and Alex would get the first spin. Megan was now mere seconds away from her sundae slide.

"Megan from Potomac, Maryland...How are you feeling right now?" J.D. asked in a tone which was intended to heighten the drama. "Is this going to be your first time doing this?"

She giggled and managed a distracted "yes."

"I'm sure this is Megan's proudest moment. Go for it!"

Alex watched as Megan started to slide and gained momentum. The audience screamed with delight as her body plopped into the sundae, creating an immediate crater. Whipped cream and ice cream splattered violently in all directions. Megan shrieked with laughter as she landed on her back, her body completely submerged and her hair covered in whipped cream. She sat up and played in the sundae with her legs.

"It's so cold!" She protested.

Alex spun the wheel and waited in suspense as it slowed, gradually. For a moment, he was convinced that it would land on 'sprinkles' or possibly 'nuts.' Then, he knew exactly where the wheel would stop. Caramel sauce.

"Oh my God...No...No...This isn't happening..." Megan moaned. "This is going in my hair, isn't it?"

As the audience screamed with enthusiasm, Alex slowly and gleefully lifted a heavy, six gallon bucket filled to the top with the thickest caramel syrup imaginable.

"I don't know if Megan has ever done anything to make Alex really mad," joked J.D. "But if she has, he's definitely about to get some sweet revenge right now!"

Alex raised the bucket over Megan's head and let it tip. He watched as his beautiful wife was engulfed in a thick, smothering mass of brown stickiness. It seemed to happen in slow motion. Megan writhed, as if with orgasmic pleasure. Slowly, more and more caramel poured...and poured...and poured. It was a mesmerizing spectacle. Finally, the bucket was empty. Megan wiped her eyes and looked dazed.

The attention shifted to the other team. Again, J.D. was ready to have some fun:

"Bethany...our lovely pediatric nurse from Denver, Colorado...Tell me, have you ever done anything like this before?"

"No, this is definitely my first time sliding into a pool of ice cream." She giggled.

"Growing up, did anyone ever tell you that you were not allowed to play in your food?"

"I don't know. I probably heard that," she answered, giggling even harder.

"Bethany, you are now an adult and you get to break the rules. You can be totally naughty and irresponsible and play in food all you want. Go for it!"

Bethany started to slide. Splat. Her body was devoured by the monster-sized ice cream sundae. She was consumed in vanilla ice cream and whipped cream. Josh spun the wheel. It slowed, appearing to stop on 'cherry,' but then managed to spin one more notch. Chocolate sauce.

Grinning, Josh lifted the heavy, six gallon bucket of black, sticky Hershey's chocolate syrup. He held it over Bethany's head.

"I love you, honey," he said, laughing.

Then, he tipped the bucket. Bethany was erased by a sticky, black torrent.

Alex's next spin ended the game. He got to dump a jar of cherries over Megan's head. They had won two prizes, while Bethany and Josh would go home with nothing.


***

In a sign that chivalry was not dead, Alex and Josh helped their wives out of the sundaes. Both women looked like swamp creatures. Under layers of whipped cream and caramel, Megan's once beautiful hair was heavy and matted down. She ran both hands slowly through her hair in a feeble attempt to push off some slop before giving up. Her dripping arms were outstretched.

"This is...This is a total mess," said Megan, bursting into laughter.

"So I have a question," said Bethany, teasingly. "Why didn't the guys get any of this? Why are they still so clean?"

A moment later, Alex found himself laying on his back in a giant, freezing ice cream sundae. Megan had put him there with one push. He could have resisted, but he didn't want to. Amid loud shrieks and wild laughter, both couples began to wrestle in the sundaes. With reckless abandon, they threw ice cream at each other. Alex received a bucket of chocolate sauce over his head. Heavy metal throbbed from the sound system to accompany the mayhem. The floor turned to gumbo, an oozing, soupy accumulation of ice cream, whipped cream, pudding, and more. It was so slippery, they could hardly walk. They rolled and slid in the slop, indulging in Dionysian pleasure. This was playtime for young adults. Alex climbed on top of Megan and they enjoyed the tactile pleasure of their slippery bodies connecting. They shared a long kiss.

After reaching a feverish climax, the food fight began to wind down. Alex and Megan found themselves drawn into quiet, blissful intimacy. They were given a private shower with soap, shampoo and towels. Gradually, the mess washed away and familiar faces and smiles returned. For a while, they didn't feel the need to speak. They both knew that back at the hotel, they would make passionate love, long into the night.

"My poor bikini," Megan giggled, finally breaking the silence. "I worked so hard to pick it out. Remember the day I went shopping with Olivia and Lauren? Somehow, I don't think it's new anymore."

"Next, I think we should hire a photographer and trash your wedding dress," said Alex with an evil smile.

"Alex, don't even say that!" Megan protested, gigging. "I was planning to keep that beautiful dress forever, as a reminder of our special day!"

"You have to admit that we would have fun destroying it. Let's see, what could we use? Barbecue sauce? Tomato sauce?"

"How about mud?" Megan laughed. "Deep, gooey, smelly mud."