Take my wife Mindy, for example. My friends were surprised when I settled down with a big girl, but I knew she was the one for me, and the first Christmas we spent together as newlyweds convinced me that I had made the right choice. It was mid-morning and we were sitting in the living room, enjoying the silence and admiring the tree. I still caught myself staring sometimes: Mindy was beautifully well-endowed and curvaceous with wide hips and a round bottom. Her dark hair fell thickly below her shoulders. Even as we lounged in our pajamas she looked incredible.

My present isnt ready yet, she said demurely.

Thats okay, I replied. I knew that my present was really for both of us. Go ahead and open it.

She took the box and unwrapped it. Beneath the tissue paper was a very flattering red silk bra and panty set that I had picked out for her. Mindy had a tremendous figure but was sometimes shy about flaunting it; I had learned to take the initiative, and she seemed to enjoy the surprise.

Ooh. She held them up, feeling the fabric. I love it. She kissed me on the cheek and stood up. Just give me a minute, she said, taking the box with her back into our bedroom. Already? This was turning out even better than I expected.

Do you need any help? I called, ready to lend a hand if necessary.

No, no, she called back. I could hear the lid of the hamper banging shut.

I strolled back into the living room, the anticipation rising. Almost ready! I heard her say from the bedroom.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Of all the lousy timing! I snuck to the door to look out of the peephole: maybe it was a package being dropped offbut on Christmas? If it were just a solicitor, I could pretend I wasnt home

Mindy? Are you home? The voice came from outside, along with another, louder, knock. Shit! It was Mindys friend Holly: she would ruin everything. Mindy and Holly had been roommates in college and still saw each other all the time. I never had much use for her, and the feeling was probably mutual. Couldnt she at least leave us alone on Christmas?

I hoped she would give up, but she kept knocking. Could you get the door, honey? Im not dressed, said Mindy from the back. Just great!

I moped to the door and opened it. There was Holly, big as life: she had teased out blonde hair and thick-rimmed glasses. She was wearing jeans and one of the baggy, shapeless sweaters she favored, this one a kaleidoscope of candy canes, fir trees and gingerbread men. Her arms were laden with packages. Without waiting for an invitation she pushed her way in. Finally! I was afraid you werent home, she said by way of a greeting.

Not home? I mumbled in an attempt at humor. Well, it is Christmas, after all.

Wheres Mindy? she looked around, not getting the hint.

Here I am, Mindy answered from behind me. I spun around: Mindy was wearing her terry cloth bathrobe cinched closed. I thought I caught a glimpse of red high-heeled pumps beneath the hem. She had put on makeup and brushed out her hair, and looked radiant. Did you need something, Holly?

I was in the neighborhood and I wanted to bring your presents by, Holly answered, arranging her packages on the table. She looked up and finally caught on to the situation, but it was too late. Am I interrupting something?

Actually I started to say, but my polite wife hurriedly said, No, of course not, nothing that cant be continued later. . . . She punctuated the last word with a look in my direction that said behave.

Oh, okay. . . . Well, Mindy, I made your present special, so I think youd better go ahead and open it. In fact, would you mind doing the honors? She handed me her digital camera. Its set to video already, just press the button.

Holly was a fiend for taking pictures and video. I had never understood her mania for documenting every little thing, but this seemed eccentric even for her: she hadnt usually shown an interest in recording other people opening presents. Still, I agreed in the interest of getting it over with. The sooner Holly left, the sooner Mindy and I could celebrate in private. I turned the camera on and centered Holly and Mindy in the viewfinder, both sitting at the table with Mindys gift in front of her.

Mindy daintily unwrapped the box and chuckled in bemusement. Get a close up of this, dear, she told me. I moved the camera in and saw it: a thick cream pie, which, oddly enough, had the name Holly written across the top in frosting.

I guess its the thought that counts, Mindy giggled, but I think its obvious this is for you! She picked up the pie and in one smooth motion pushed it into Hollys face.

I was so surprised I nearly dropped the camera: cream and crust stuck to Hollys face, and remnants had slid onto her chest like snowdrifts burying the winter scene depicted on her sweater. Both women were laughing; Holly made a face for the camera and removed her heavy glasses. Keep that camera steady, man! she said.

Mindy stood and approached me. It would be rude to make Holly leave so quickly, dear. Do you think she could stay a little longer? She caressed the side of my jaw with one finger. Um, I replied.

Mindy, still keeping her robe closed, paced around Holly. You know, Holly, Ive always thought your sweaters were hideous, she said thoughtfully. She pulled a pair of scissors from the kitchen drawer. Im going to do you a favor. And with that she started snipping straight up the middle of the sweater, pulling the halves aside and revealing a spectacular pair of breasts in a white lace bra. Holly was hiding these under shapeless circus-tent tops all along? What a crime!

Its your turn to open a present now, Holly said to me. Her voice had changed slightly: it seemed deeper, huskier. I could tell by the rising and falling of her chest that she was breathing deeply. I looked to my wife for guidance, and she grinned wickedly in a way I hadnt seen before, but which I liked.

How about this? Mindy said, pushing a wrapped tin toward me.

It was a gallon can of chocolate syrup. I was starting to get the picture. I quickly opened the top and started to move toward Mindy: turning her and her new lingerie into a sticky mess seemed like the most important thing I could be doing right now, but Mindy pulled the collar of her robe close and said, Look again. The can was also labeled Holly.

I changed course. I was now practically standing over Holly, who was still sitting, slouching really, in her jeans and exposed bra. Maybe it was the pie still splattered across her face, or the obvious arousal she was displaying, but I started to think I had overlooked her beauty before. Annoyance had overshadowed my impression of her, but now, seeing a different side of her, it was like meeting a new person. There was no denying it: Holly was sexy. She nodded, and I began pouring the chocolate over her breasts, slowly at first, then speeding up. She pulled the bra straps off her shoulders and squeezed her breasts together, letting the chocolate pool between. I was fully erect but still electrified and nervous. What were the boundaries of this game?

I soon found out. Mindy and I took turns opening packages and emptying the contents onto Hollys body: pudding, syrup, whipped cream, up and down her torso, her chest, her face and hair. As arousing as this was, I craned to get a peek under Mindys robe, to no avail, and every time I was tempted to mess her up instead of Holly she seemed to read my mind and position herself away from my aim. I looked at the table and noted the dwindling supply of food; would anything be left for Mindy? As a tease it was maddening but definitely arousing.

Still, Mindy didnt entirely escape; her robe was dotted with splashes and drips, and her fingers were coated with frosting and chocolate. She started rubbing and caressing Holly, subtly at first but more overtly as we went on, smearing the mess around with her palms, gently squeezing Hollys flesh. Mindy wordlessly guided my hands, indicating it was okay for me to do the same; the combination of the cool, slippery mess and Hollys warm, smooth skin was intoxicating. Holly moaned softly, rubbing herself as well.

Mindy unbuttoned Hollys soaked jeans and, with my help, pulled them clean off. Holly stood, her bra so saturated that she nearly spilled out of it, her bottom covered by plain full-back panties that were already streaked with dripping mess. Her thick, creamy thighs and hips were mostly clean. I couldnt believe I had considered this sex bomb an annoyance just hours before.

Oh dear, said Mindy, I think this robe has had it. Indeed it had. Pulling off Hollys messy jeans had left a smear of chocolate and cream all over the front of the robe; I looked down and realized my pajamas were similarly wrecked. We both smiled sheepishly.

Mindy went first: she wiped her hands on her robe, then opened it and dropped it to the floor. She was a vision: the red silk and lace bra and panties supported her natural gifts as beautifully as I had hoped; the expanse of her white skin was even more dazzling in contrast to the mess we had made of Hollya mess I hoped to duplicate right now.

I dont even remember taking my pajamas off; Im sure the jockey shorts I wore didnt make the same impression as her lingerie, but they made my excitement obvious. We moved closer together, about to touch each other for almost the first time since this game had started, when we received the second part of our presents: Holly handed each of us a pie. Mindys read HIS in frosting, mine said HERS.

That was all it took. A nervous giggle and I pushed my pie straight into Mindys pretty face; she did the same to me. We kissed, tasting the sweetness of the pie on each others lips; Mindy felt so warm and alive in my arms I thought I would explode.

Say cheese! Holly snapped a picture of our surprised, cream-covered faces. Mindy got that devilish look again and unclenched from our embrace. She plucked the camera from Hollys fingers and handed it to me again. See if you can do a better job this time, she said curtly, I doubt you held the camera very still before.

Holly smirked. What do you expect from an amateur?

Amateur, was I? I became determined to record every instance of the occasion for posterityand plenty there was that was worth recording. As I feared, there was very little of Hollys stock left on the table, but I neednt have worried: it soon became apparent that my clever bride had been making preparations ahead of time, laying in stores of messy foods, and her accomplice Holly knew just where to look.

First Holly had Mindy sit in the chair she had been in: Splat! The chair was covered with cream, pudding and other sweets, and Mindy squealed, squirming in exaggerated discomfort, smearing the mess around. After the surprise wore off she settled into it, her legs spread apart, the front of her red panties splattered with cream. The whole time I snapped pictures as often as I could.

Holly produced a wide plastic mixing bowl from the pantry and directed Mindy to assume the position. Still keeping her eyes on me, Mindy thrust her boobs out, showing off her impressive cleavage. Into it Holly tipped the bowl, which turned out to contain thick, sticky brownie batter. The batter oozed slowly over her breasts, filled the bra cups and ran down her belly. Mindy cooed seductively and rubbed it into her chest with her hands.

Still taking pictures, I said, I see why youve been putting my favorite brand of chips right at the front of the pantry. Holly laughed.

I knew you wouldnt look any further, Mindy sighed.

I guess you know me pretty well.

Well enough to know what you really wanted for Christmas. Do you like your present so far?

Yes, I did, but we were interrupted again by Holly. Did I say you could speak? she said, sandwiching Mindys head between two more pies. She rubbed them thoroughly into her long hair.

Mindy gasped and stood up. Cream and brownie batter dripped down her body. You bitch! she laughed, you really know how to kill the mood! and at that she picked up the first container at hand and dashed it in Hollys face. Splash! Strawberry yogurt covered her.

It was suddenly a free-for-all, and as I switched the camera over to video I was struck by how surreal the morning had become: two beautiful, half-naked women were destroying my kitchen and each other, almost as if they were fighting over me, a thought that aroused me almost as much as their messy antics. They made such a mess that they ran out of things to throw or splash on each other and began to wrestle on the smear of mess on the linoleum. When they started pulling at each others sodden underwear I stepped in.

Let me see, I said, looking through the viewfinder. Stand up. Turn around. Mindy stood up and posed, turning this way and that, showing off her curves and the mess that enhanced them. She glistened and smelled like a bakery, and her chest heaved from exertion and arousal. The beautiful lingerie set was the same muddled brown color as her skin and hair, but her eyes sparkled. After I took some solo shots, Holly joined her: the two women stood side by side, pressing their messy boobs together, embracing and cuddling, showing off their panties.

Like the view? Holly laughed as they displayed their bottoms.

I think I could improve it, I said, setting the camera down but leaving it on. I moved in close to the two women, their wet and messy proximity almost overpowering in its intensity. I unclasped Mindys bra strap. She turned to me, bare-breasted, a mixture of strength and vulnerability. As if she read my mind, she turned and did the same to Holly, casting aside the bra that already covered so little.

I took up the camera again and the two began kissing each other on the mouth, gently at first but then more aggressively, rubbing and exploring with their hands. They descended to the floor, making out in the pool of sweetstuffs, Holly leaning against the kitchen cabinet.

Holly pulled at her saturated panties and lowered them around her hips; then she, Mindy, the woman I had married, the shy secretary who wore white stockings at our wedding, went down on her. The contrast between this sexually alive creature and the nice girl everyone else thought they knew was too much for me: I set the camera to video and joined them on the floor.

Mindys firm, round bottom swayed forward and back to the rhythm of her tonguing. It was too inviting to resist. After divesting myself of my own shorts I crawled behind her and pulled off those beautiful panties: It was like peeling off a wet t-shirt. I slid in effortlessly, joining their rhythm; the incredible feeling of it, combined with the view of Mindys hourglass figure from behind, Hollys exposed tits and moans of pleasure, and the oddly exciting detail that Mindy was now wearing only one high-heeled shoe, brought me to my peak. Holly winked at me and I came instantly.

Later, after resting (and showering) and sitting around in the afterglow, wondering who would clean up the mess (short answer: me), Holly threw on the spare clothes she had brought and announced that she would leave us to celebrate the rest of Christmas in whatever way we saw fit. Before she left, she pulled the memory card from the camera and handed it to me. The pictures and video on it were a nice souvenir of the day, and served as inspiration for my future adventures with Mindy (and sometimes Holly). So I guess good things really do come in small packages. All sizes, really.