When he reached home, just after nine o'clock pm, the house was dark and her car was gone. An eerie stillness hung over the leafy suburban Atlanta neighborhood. As he unloaded his luggage, every sound seemed pronounced, from the metallic thud of the car door to his footsteps on the pavement. He went upstairs to the plush master bathroom and took a long, hot shower, hoping that at any moment she would return and join him.

Ryan had wrapped up business in Seattle early, and he had been able to move up his return flight by a day. He had not told Jessica about the change of travel plans, deciding that it would be fun to surprise her. They had been apart for nearly three weeks. During their phone conversations and in text messages, she had dropped subtle, flirtatious hints regarding the way they could celebrate his homecoming. Three years of marriage had only intensified the passion of their lovemaking. Ryan's body tingled and throbbed in anticipation of the moment when he would once again feel the tenderness of her voluptuous embrace, taste her full, soft lips, brush his hands through her glistening chestnut-brown hair, and fall under the spell of her dark, vivacious eyes.

Now, as he stood in the sleek, well-appointed kitchen, Ryan wished that he had been more forthright. He wondered where Jessica could have gone so late on a Friday evening. Instinctively, he glanced at the telephone. The answering machine showed one received message from two thirty-five that afternoon. He pushed the button. The male voice conveyed a vague sense of naughtiness and thinly veiled amusement:

"Hey Jessica...It's Shane. I just wanted to confirm that we're on for ten o'clock. I really hope you're ready for this...As we discussed, you will have access to a shower afterwards. I've got shampoo, towels, and all of that for you. You're definitely going to want to bring a change of cloths. Again, the address is 3601 Crestwood Place in Midtown. Let me know if you have any questions and see you tonight!"

Ryan's palms began to sweat, and a knot grew in the pit of his stomach. He punched the address into his phone. "Shane Forrester Photography." Hadn't Jessica mentioned some photographer friend she had met through her yoga class? A woman as beautiful and magnetic as Jessica was sure to attract the attention of guys. Ryan had grown accustomed to the occasional glances of strangers when they were out in public. The eyes which lingered just a little too long in all the usual places. He trusted his wife implicitly. He was sure that there had to be an innocent explanation. At the same time, his mind raced with scenarios, each one more wildly irrational. It was nine twenty-five. Assuming that there was no traffic, he could make it to Midtown by ten.

3601 Crestwood Place was a nondescript single-story brick building with no windows. He arrived at five of ten, and parked a few blocks away. Jessica's car was not in sight. Although it was a trendy part of town, the sidewalks were shadowy and deserted.

Ryan's heart thudded as he pushed open a glass door and entered the studio's dimly lit reception area. The sound of distant, muffled voices and uptempo dance music drifted down a long, dark hallway. A small sectional sofa was flanked by a glass table. In the corner was the obligatory oversized potted plant. Glossy, eye-catching portrait shots were displayed on the walls. Shane's style seemed provocative, spicy, irreverent, and offbeat.

Stealthily, Ryan followed the hallway to its end. A gray metal door led directly into the room in which the mysterious party was taking place. He pushed it open, and found himself in a large, brightly lit loft space. He had slipped in unnoticed, and he took cover behind a tall stack of storage boxes. The sickeningly sweet smell of chocolate hung in the air and was overpowering. The floor and walls were covered in thick plastic. Twenty or thirty people, engaged in casual conversation and holding drinks, circled the perimeter of the room, while a crew of guys seemed to be preparing cameras for a photoshoot.

With growing curiosity, Ryan peered around the stack of boxes. There, directly in the center of the room, was a massive blue inflatable pool, filled with chocolate pudding, and topped in the center with a thick, gooey mountain of whipped cream. A moment later, he spotted Jessica. She was barefoot, and she wore an immaculate white tank top and running shorts.

Ryan's heart thudded, and he felt a surge of horny excitement. It all became clear in an instant. Jessica, his lovely wife, was about to enter a pudding wrestling contest. She stood in wait on one side of the pool, while a girl with blond hair stood on the other side. Ryan assumed that the man who was perched high on a ladder with a camera, ready to document the spectacle, was Shane. A wall of carefully stacked, bulk-size pudding cans formed a zany backdrop. Ryan estimated that the chocolate pudding which filled the massive pool had to be at least a foot deep. The cameras began their click, click, click in rapid fire. Sensing that the fun was about to begin, the alcohol-fueled guests shifted their attention to the center of the room.

Jessica glanced at the pool of pudding and giggled. A look of mild trepidation flashed across her face. She brushed a hand through her hair. Catching Shane's attention, she motioned and asked, "Should we...?"

"Absolutely," he answered, with a grin.

Slowly, almost teasingly, she pulled off her top and shorts, and tossed them to the side. She faced the vat of pudding, now wearing only her bikini. Her blond "opponent" followed suit. The guests erupted in rowdy, appreciative cheers, whistles, and catcalls. With unhurried precision, Jessica prepared her glorious hair, pulling it back into a neat ponytail. Methodically, the other girl tied her hair in a bun. As both women lifted their arms and slightly arched their backs to accomplish the task, their full, sumptuous cleavage shot forward. A moment later, they stood, looked at each other, and giggled in anticipation, their arms dropping loosely to their sides. For both of them, every second of delay seemed to be mildly torturous.

"I want to take a moment and welcome you all to our totally crazy pudding party," said Shane. "I'm really grateful that Jessica and Caitlin have agreed to do this!"

The guests cheered and yelped.

"Before these young women get into the pudding, I think we should let them introduce themselves."

Caitlin went first. She spoke in a shy, giggly voice which suggested that she wasn't crazy about public introductions.

"I'm Caitlin. I'm 23 years old, and I'm a grad student at Emory. This is pretty much the craziest thing I've ever done in my life, but it's been a tough semester, so it's time to break loose..."

The guests applauded and cheered. Now it was Jessica's turn. Her face glowed with that unforgettable, mildly flirtatious smile.

"I'm Jessica. I'm 26 years old, and I work for a medium-sized accounting firm, here in Atlanta. I'm doing this while my husband is out of town on business. He has, like, no idea..."

The guests laughed. Ryan felt like the butt of the joke, but strangely, it turned him on even more.

"Jessica, have you ever done anything like this before?" Shane asked.

"No, definitely not," she answered, shaking her head. "But it has always been a fantasy..."

"So you've always dreamed of getting covered in chocolate pudding?"

"Pudding, Jello, mud...yeah, pretty much," she giggled.

"Well, I think it's time for Jessica and Caitlin to get a little messy," said Shane. "Our moms always told us not to play in our food, but now we're adults and we can do whatever we want..."

The room erupted with earsplitting enthusiasm. Laughing, both women stepped towards the pool.

Perhaps Shane had approached Jessica after yoga and presented her with the wild proposition. How long had she taken to consider the offer before accepting? Perhaps he had considered it a long shot, and had been surprised and elated when she said yes. Regardless, now Jessica beamed with childlike pleasure. Seemingly, she wanted to do this with every fiber of her being. It was so gloriously decadent, so satisfyingly tactile, so mindlessly wasteful...

The sensuous curves of Jessica's smooth legs echoed the curves of the inflatable pool. She stepped in, and her bare feet sank deep into the thick, creamy pudding. A look of orgasmic pleasure crossed her face.

"Oh my God, It feels so cold and squishy," giggled Caitlin as she climbed in.

Jessica and Caitlin looked at each other and shook with laughter as they realized that they had no idea how to wrestle. Instead, they would indulge in a kind of naughty playtime.

Attempting to preserve the pretense of a wrestling match, Shane gave the countdown.

"On your mark...Get set...GO!"

Shrieking with laughter, Jessica and Caitlin lunged at one other. The soupy mass of pudding and whipped cream oozed, slurped, and splattered. Within seconds, they were both down, rolling, sliding, and wallowing, enjoying the feeling as pudding consumed their bodies and entered their most private orifices. When they stood up, suddenly both women had become heavier and clumsier. Their legs, arms, and cleavage were caked in pudding, and their faces and hair were splattered. Jessica reached up to adjust her bikini top, perhaps fearing that it would slip. They went down again, this time allowing themselves to become more playfully aggressive. They began to smear gobs of pudding in each other's hair.

Ryan pulled off his T-shirt and began to unzip his jeans. He was not going to miss the opportunity of a lifetime. He was determined to get into the pool with his wife. He was wearing his sexiest briefs, and he wasn't ashamed of his virile, well-toned body. The stiffening bulge in his underwear would advertise the extent of his arousal, but he didn't care.

"Wow, look at her hair..." a woman groaned to her friend, pointing with amusement at Jessica.

The once beautiful, shining chestnut-brown hair, one of Jessica's most striking attributes, was now a memory under layers of sloppy pudding. Only the outline of her dripping ponytail was visible. Jessica and Caitlin pushed each others' faces into the pudding. Instantly, each was rendered unrecognizable.

"By the way, are there any guys here who would like to get into the pool?" Shane quipped.

Ryan did not hesitate. He ran and jumped into the pudding. Immediately, he felt enveloped in cool, heavy creaminess. It swallowed his legs and saturated his briefs. He enjoyed the novelty of the unique tactile experience. Jessica let out a giggly yelp of surprise and delight. Apparently, she assumed that Shane had contacted him, and had set the whole thing up.

Now it was two woman against one man. Their bodies rolled, rubbed, slipped, and slid. There was no avoiding intimate contact. He could feel their breasts and the round perfection of their asses. He knew that they could feel the stiffness of his cock pressing into their flesh. With wild abandon, he smeared Jessica with handfuls of pudding. Gleefully, she returned the favor, reveling in the immaturity of it all.

Eventually, the party began to wind down. The incessant click of the cameras stopped, and the guests began to leave. Covered from head to foot in pudding and whipped cream, Caitlin stepped out of the pool, holding her dripping arms out from her sides.

"This was a total blast," she giggled. "I feel like I'm going to have to take a three-hour-long shower to get cleaned up."

"Take your time," said Ryan. "We're not in a hurry."

"I feel like I know you on an intimate level now," joked Caitlin, "but I don't even know your name."

"It's Ryan."

"Take care, Ryan..."

Soon, they were alone. Shane told them that they could stay as long as they wished, that he would dim the lights, and that the door would lock behind them. He and his crew would return in the morning to clean up the incredible mess that had been made. He would send them the photos when they were available.

Without speaking, they pulled off their remaining cloths. They shared a long, tasty kiss. Then, he explored her slippery body with his hands. He knew exactly what she liked. He licked pudding from her nipples, and she ate it from his cock.

"Was your trip good?" She asked quietly, finally breaking the silence. "You didn't tell me you were coming home early."

"You didn't tell me that pudding wresting was on the calendar for this evening," he countered.

They both dissolved into laughter.

"We're going to have to do something like this again," he said.

"Yes..." she answered.

They would shower together, drive home in their individual cars, and make love until dawn.