You arrive home, nervous about your birthday surprise; it had been awkward to explain to your friends and family that this year, you wanted to have a date night with your wife instead of going out to celebrate with them. You lock your car sitting in the driveway and, turning towards the house, you notice a curtain move back into place. A burst of fresh nerves invades your stomach as you step slowly up to the door. Taking a deep breath, you turn the handle.

The house was still for a moment, before a "Darling!" rang out from the kitchen. You step around the corner to see a sight sent from heaven itself: your amazing, caring, funny, beautiful wife in an unbuttoned plaid shirt tied in a knot just under her breasts, tiny denim shorts, and a kitschy cowboy hat. Your jaw drops faster than your keys onto the counter.

"Are you ready for your birthday surprise?" she asked. She ropes her arms around your neck and peppers you with kisses nervously. The she grabs your hand and leads you upstairs.

She sweeps open the door to reveal the normally neat guest room turned into a tarp-covered paradise. A large inflatable kiddie pool sits in the center with buckets of a thick, dark liquid lined up like soldiers. The curtains were all taped around the edges of the windows, creating a soft darkness banished only by the single overhead light. But wait, what's that?

"Um, sweetie, what is a ringlight doing here?" you inquire while feeling the pressure of her hand ushering you into the room. Kate giggles as she explains, "To ensure there's enough lighting for the camera, silly! Now, go ahead and strip down." You look at her confused, but all she did was jiggle her own tits teasingly and went to grab your costume from the corner.

At this point, it finally clicks in your brain: she was going to indulge in your fetish!! It had been an awkward conversation a few weeks ago, but she clearly took the vulnerable feelings you had expressed to heart. Now the excitement started in full force, making it difficult to pull your underwear off.

Once you're completely naked, Kate turns to you holding your outfit. As she hands you each piece, she can't help but giggle while watching you put it on. In order, she gives you a plastic pig snout on a flexible string, a curly tail butt plug, a pink mankini, and a headband with pig ears glued on. You can feel your face blush deeper and deeper with each piece of the costume. You struggle to keep your junk in the elastic, but it keeps flopping out.

Kate watches your futile attempts until she finally grabs it firmly and kisses you deeply. You wrap your hands around her waist, fingering the edge of the flannel, longing to take it off completely. Kate steps back from the kiss smiling, spits on your dick, and starts jerking you off. You reach up to feel her breasts but her other hand stops you.
In a husky voice, she explains, "Oh no you don't; today, I'M in charge." You quietly comply, letting your hands fall to the side as you eagerly await instructions. Smiling, she says, "I've done a bit oflet's call it research, shall we? Into what we discussed before. I think I know what you want, but just in case, the safe word is 'parachute', okay?" You nod mutely, the gears in your head turning (distracted by the jerking off), wondering how far she'll take this. She beams enthusiastically, then clears her throat before continuing:
"I'm a cute little farmer who just got a new pig to play with! I can't wait to hear him oink happily for me!" She looks expectantly at you until you comply with a precious little "oink?" Kate rolls her eyes before continuing on: "I've set up a new playpen for my cute lil pig! I sure hope he likes it."

With that, she tucks your dick back into the mankini (which was difficult with your growth spurt) and guides you towards the kiddy pool. You step in, suddenly nervous. Opening up to Kate about your long-held fetish was one thing, but actually carrying it out? Kate never seemed like the type to take control of a situation, especially in the bedroom; but she seemed comfortable enough in her role as a farmer, sowhat could go wrong?

You look to Kate's face for a clue. She smiles deviously and lifts her eyebrows: "Go on, have a seat! Oh wait, let me make sure the pig pen is ready for you," she adds before grabbing a handful pf pudding and plopping in into the middle. She glances at your lower body before seemingly deciding that you needed more and throwing a second handful.

You sit in a pretzel form, gently lowering your mostly-bare cheeks into the cool goop. The temperature makes you gasp, and you see Kate flinch. You oink reassuringly and wiggle your tush in the muck. She giggles, clearly relieved. You relish the squish stain spreading across your cheeks. She then kneels down next to the pool and grabs a smaller handful. She gazes lovingly into your eyes for a moment.before smearing chocolate pudding down the side of your face. She looks as shocked as you probably do.
"Oh my sweetie piedo you like that?"
"Oink! Oink, oink oink, oinky oink!!" you say with a big goofy grin.
"Oh, what am I saying," she exaggeratedly exclaims, "OF COURSE a piggy likes his mud! Here piggy, have some more!" She smears pudding down the other side of your face, leaving a clean stripe down the middle.

You blush, ashamed as how obvious it is that you're enjoying this, but unable to keep from squirming or picturing her smashing the whole bucket into your face!!

As if reading your mind, she grabs a huge handful and practically throws it in your face. She gently rubs it in circles as you blow out your nose and open your mouth to breathe. "Yeah, you like that, don't you? You're such a messy piggy, aren't you?" she teases in a husky voice. Your dick throbs. She allows you to see by carefully wiping your eyes before she stands up to grab something.

Momentarily distracted by how good her ass looked in those cutoff denim shorts, you didn't realize what she was holding until it splashed you in the face. The cool goop contrasted with the blush racing up your neck from all the teasing. You spit out the bit that got into your mouth and immediately went to wipe your eyes.

Kate giggles nervously, clearly as shocked as you are. The chocolate pudding dripping from the bucket lands on one of your feet. Suddenly, you wish you could dunk your whole face into it, if only to hide from Kate's stare. How could I be dressed like a pig in front of my wife like this? Why did I tell her I wanted to experiment? What must she be thinking??

But Kate was only searching your face for any traces of doubt or second thoughts. Once you see the concern in her eyes, you break out into a wide smile that she takes as a cue. She hefts the bucket up and lets it slowly cover your upturned face, pausing every thirty seconds or so. You keep your mouth open, letting it slowly fill up just so you can spit it out. Feeling large cool globs fall on your shoulder and trickle down your chest, you can't help but grab your throbbing crotch.
"Don't."
You stop.
"Does my little piggy enjoy his mud bath?"
Eyes closed, mouth hanging open, you nod.
"Does he want to touch himself?"
You spit out pudding and nod, smiling dumbly.
"Well, he needs to earn that privilegeokay?"

The slight wobble at the end of the question worries you; you clear your eyes and clearly state, without hesitation: "I will do anything it takes to earn that privilegeANYTHING at all I want to be a gooduha good little piggy for youmadame" You blush; Kate doesn't quite match your shade, but it's clear she's enjoying her new nickname.

She lowers the bucket, clearly wracking her brain. She clasps her hands together and blows out a big breath. You wrack your own brain, trying to come up with a way to help her out. So, you do the first thing that pops into your mind: snort. She giggles - you snort again, sounding like you fell asleep after drinking one too many beers.

Feeling a bit more comfortable, Kate lifts another bucket and gently pours it over your head again as you continue snuffling under the goop. "Yeah, you like that? The little piggy likes his mud? I bet that feels so good, doesn't it," she teases. You oink in agreement. You can't help but start rubbing your body, enjoying the cool feeling of the thick pudding plopping down your face and shoulders, gently rolling down your chest. You moan with pleasure, your hands pushing more and more pudding until the once-pink mankini turns a dark brown.

Finding a rhythm, she hefts another 5 gallon bucket up to the edge of the pool. "Does the little piggy want some slop? Here, why don't you check out THIS bucket?" You shake your head playfully, but she's caught on quickly she grabs the back of your head and guides it to the bucket, submerging your face in. You wiggle your butt, your curly tail bobbing.

"That's a good piggy! Aww, the little piggy LOVES wallowing in the mud, doesn't he? I bet he's enjoying wiggling his wittle tail" she teases; she raises your head long enough for you to breathe a few times and snort happily before plunging your face back in. She continues, and your throbbing dick happily jerks out of your mankini. You try to handle it, but it's tough to balance being on all fours with one arm. For once, your butt plug manages to stay in throughout the activity.

She notices you enjoying yourself, so she tips the bucket completely over your head and leaves it there. You can feel the cool sensation spread across your hot body, and you sit back so you can use the non-masturbating hand to spread it across your chest again.

Kate brings the last bucket over and kneels in front of you. She lifts the bucket sitting on your head while giggling, then lets it drop as soon as she sees your big, goofy smile. She laughs so hard her whole body shakes, and she leaves dark brown imprints on her uncovered belly.

Once she composes herself, she takes the bucket off. You stop jerking off long enough to wipe your eyes properly and gaze at her beautiful, flushed face. In a rush of passion, she leans forward and kisses you, hard. She wraps her arms around you, and you hug her back. The next thing you know, she's kneeling in the inflatable pool with pudding stains all down her front and a delicious looking chocolate goatee. Kate laughs as she carefully stands up, wobbling only slightly in the slippery mess. She pulls down her denim shorts and kicks them off, revealing a pink string someone sold her as a thong. She wipes off her chin and smears the bit of pudding near her other lips.
You start drooling literally. You whimper, holding your hands up like begging paws.

Kate wiggles her body seductively: "Since when do pigs whimper?" she asks demurely before sitting down and spreading her legs.

You dove headfirst into her crotch, hungrily pushing aside the thong with your tongue. She repositioned herself, slouching lower in the inflatable pool. You readjust yourself so you can kiss her inner thighs. She starts to play with her own boobs, sighing with delight in between giggles at the sight of your curly little tail waving ecstatically back and forth. You keep going, hitting all her sweet spots until you feel that sweet, warm release that represents how well you know your wife. You wipe your face up and down, smearing her cum all over your messy piggy face. You taste the sweet mixture of your success and chocolate before sitting back and enjoying the sight of Kate panting.
"Am I a good piggy, Madame?" you ask tentatively.

Kate smiles, "Of course! You're the best pig, a real prize-winner! Nowlet ME return the favor." She winks, then goes to mount you.

She slips a little as she climbs atop you, pushing you to lay on your back. You enjoy the slurping noises as the chocolate sticks to your skin and squelches underneath you. As your member throbs enthusiastically, Kate tears the pathetic excuse for once-pink underwear so she can angle in neatly. At first you lay back and marvel at your sexy wife and how amazing this feels, but then you compulsively start thrusting upwards. Your hands feel out her hips to help find a rhythm. She grunts with pleasure; you moan in ecstasy. You keep going until you're so lost you almost forget to give her a warning.

Panting, she sits and allows you to feel her warmth as you ooze inside her. You both catch your breath, locked in this position for what feels like an eternity.
"Wow..WOW." is all you can manage.
"Yeah," she responds. "Not bad for my first time, huh?"
You grunt in agreement.

After another pause, she slips you out of her and kneels in the chocolate beside you. She leaves a trail of cleanish skin down your chest with her finger before she repeats it with her tongue. You shudder in delight and she smiles proudly with her goatee. She leans in to kiss you, slowly and passionately.

But then she bolts upright and exclaims, "Crap! I almost forgot!" And carefully stand up in the kiddie pool. "Oh, and don't move! We're not done yet!" She gingerly steps out and searches for something behind the buckets.
Confused yet appreciative of the break, you lay there wondering how she could possibly make this night any more fun.

Your penis twitches at the sight of a bakery pie in her hands.
Oh my god, where did she get that from??
It's monstrous with how much cream is piled on top. You stare, fixated, until you realize that it's getting bigger.
No, not bigger.
Closer.
Oh sh- *SPLAT!*

And just like that, the whole world goes dark and cold. Stunned, you take a moment to comprehend what your wife has just done. You blow out to make a hole to breathe in before carefully moving your head a little. One by one, you wipe your eyes enough to squint up at a beaming face. Your heart leaps at that smile.

Kate leans in and kisses you deeply again. "Alright my sweet lil messy piggy, how about we go get cleaned up?" You oink and squirm in the mess. "Aw, what? You want to STAY in the mess?" You oink happily. "Okay, well, I guess it makes sense for a pig like youI'll go check on the camera," she winks and smiles while carefully stepping out of the pool. For every glob she brushed off her thighs, she made sure it landed on you. She watched as you rubbed the cream all over your face and chest, reveling in the sensation of it all. You wallow to your heart's content, and when you feel satisfied, you poke your head over the side and oink again.

Kate giggles, having enjoyed watching you play in the mess. "Alright piggy, ready now?" You nod in agreement as she helps you up and brushes off the excess slop. You take a moment to gaze into her eyes with a heartfelt "Thank you" before enveloping her in a big hug as she squeals.