The Wetgalfan Chronicles: Chapter 22
The Second Time Around

Lisa spent the night with me in the Shooting Star. She really didn't have a choice since she'd ridden with me. Also Connie had left her there and her only outfit was soaking wet. On the other hand, I never heard her complain about the arrangement. I woke up the next morning with her gleefully going down on my morning wood. I cupped a hand around the back of her head and stroked her hair while she hummed away on me. Never flinching, my Lisa let me finish and then looked up.

Welcome back to Tennessee, city boy! she purred. I got goose bumps hearing that.

You welcome all the newcomers that way? I teased.

Nope, just you! she shot back. Glad I could still do that. I haven't practiced in a long time.

So am I, I kidded. She whopped me playfully with a pillow and I tickled her and wrestled her onto her back and kissed her.

This is fun, but please let me up, she begged. I gotta get to the bathroom!

As long as you promise to come back, I replied.

She made the cross my heart motion across her naked tits and I let her slip out of the bed. She shut the bathroom door and suddenly shrieked and started laughing viscerally.

What's so funny? I called.

Our clothes are still soaking wet on the shower floor! she called back. She finished her business, washed her hands and strutted back to the bed buck naked. I still don't have anything to wear home!

Guess you have to stay here then, I teased.

She looked like she was pondering the possibility and then answered, Aw, just wrap me in a towel and yank it off at my house. You're just gonna fuck me again when we get there anyway!

You sound pretty sure about that, I kidded. The truth was I was going to fuck her every chance I got before I left. Since Lisa told me I had to check out of the motel and come and stay with her for the rest of the time I was in town, I was pretty sure she had the same plan.

Well you better! she came back with. I figured I may was well save you the trouble of getting my clothes off.

I've got to have something you can wear, I said.

She rummaged through my bags and found a pair of knit boxers and a gray wife beater undershirt. I'll just wear this! she declared.

That's hardly better than a towel, I said with a playful smirk on my face.

Well, if you don't think it's sexy that I'll be riding around town in your underwear, I'll just put them back and keep looking!

If you want to wear my underwear, knock yourself out, sweetheart! I shot back. I fought off an urge to jump into the pool with her again as we were leaving. Patience, I told myself. If she was that willing to dress like that once, I had to be able to talk her into a swim dressed that way later.

She was all over me as soon as we walked in the door at her house. Reaching for my crotch, she discovered that I was recovered enough for another round. Funny how things hadn't worked out that way with Kay in a long time, but as soon as I got back with my Lisa Anyway, she reminded me of how much I missed her whacky sense of humor and how good a sport she was. Mmmm, she purred in my arms, take off your clothes.

O.K, I replied and yanked the undershirt over her head and the boxers to the floor.

Standing naked before me, she shot me a sideways scolding grin with her hands on her hips and said, That wasn't exactly what I meant. Let me show you. She proceeded to undress me and very easily since I offered no resistance. I picked her up and carried her off to her bed and she gently stroked me along the way.

Yes, I am well aware that this is a wet and messy forum. I'm getting there!

We took another shower together after and she found a text from Connie asking when we were going to be at their parents'. I was looking forward to that. Her mom and dad had been very good to me when we were together, (especially her mom), and it would be good to see them again. And frankly I was curious if Kris was still drinking the same water she had been when she looked so young when I knew her.

I'll tell her we'll be headed there shortly, she said.

Don't you have someplace you need to be today? I wondered.

Probably, Lisa replied, but Lori is at the motel and we have a good manager at the KFC. They won't miss us.

Lisa wore a cute pink flowered sundress and canvas mesh flats.




I had packed a pair of tan Dockers so I mated them with a nice teal golf shirt, tan socks and my Sketchers. We road over in Lisa's Explorer so things looked normal when we arrived. (Remember we were keeping this a surprise.) Connie was already there when we arrived and met us outside. She was also in a dress. It was sort of a soft denim material, but colored pink.



I told Mom and Dad we had a surprise for them and you were bringing it, she said. Let us go in first, Jim.

All right, Lisa Ann! I heard a familiar voice say when they went in. What is the surprise? I see someone standing out there! Did you finally find someone to suit you?

Not just someone, Lisa replied and gestured out the door for me to enter.

Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Rueter, I said.

Jeff and Kris were sitting next to each other in identical Lazy-Boy chairs. Some parts of the house had changed, but others were very much the same. The chairs were newer, but I remember this scene very well from the past. Jeff seemed to take a second to realize who I was, but the look on Kris's face gave away the recognition immediately.

Oh, dear Lord! It's Jim! she cried and came up off the chair and sprinted across the room to give me a hug. She looked very much like I remembered her. The hair had to be colored, but while a lot of people in their seventies looked little like their younger selves, she still looked like Kris but with just a few creases here and there. Jeff had aged a little more and his hair was completely gray, but neither one looked a day over sixty to me. They had finally added air conditioning to the house, but Kris was still dressed for the heat in short cut offs and a sleeveless blouse tied across her stomach, and she still rocked that look. There really was something in the water around there.

Jeff made his way over to shake my hand with Kris still squeezing me. Welcome back, he said.

I knew one day that girl would come to her senses, Kris exclaimed.

Would you like me to pry her off you? Jeff asked, chuckling.

He pulled Kris back and they stood next to each other, arm-in-arm. And if I ever hear any of that 'Mr. and Mrs. Rueter' stuff out of you again, she threatened waving her finger playfully.

Sorry, I replied, hearing Lisa giggle next to me, it's just that it's been so long.

I looked at my Lisa and how she was gazing at me with those big brown eyes. I knew what was coming. She locked her lips on mine for one of her trademark sloppy kisses. I had missed those so.

You know I don't think I ever saw her kiss anyone else quite like that, Jeff said.

That's because she knew he liked it, Connie teased, falling right into her self-appointed pesky little sister role, and reminding me again how much I missed every aspect of life here.

I pulled Lisa back to me and planted one just as wet and sloppy on her and everyone laughed.

Jeff, get the grill going! Kris commanded. I'll get some hot dogs and corn on the cob ready!

We ate out on the deck like old times while I spun the tale again of meeting Kay, raising a family and finally her walking out just before I won the big jackpot.

Sounds like she just didn't appreciate a good thing when she had it, Kris assured me.

Lisa planted a sloppy one on my cheek and said, I know one now when I see one, and I'm not letting him get away again!

She really had fallen in love again in a day, or maybe we never really fell out. There had always been times when I wondered how different my life would have been if we had still been together.

They had one of those shelters on the deck for shade, but it was still hot. Let's go down and put our feet in the pond, Connie suggested.

You kids keep out of that water though, Kris admonished. You're all dressed up too nice to go swimming!

We all laughed. Only Kris could get away with calling three fifty-something adults, You kids.

On second thought, she said, all phones, keys, wallets and anything else of value gets left on the table.

We complied with snickers before heading toward the dock. As Jeff and Kris went in the house, I heard him say, You know what's going to happen now that you said that. We all had a good chuckle at his faith in us to behave ourselves.

All Lisa and Connie had to do was take off their shoes. I had to also take off socks and roll my pants legs up to the knee. However the water felt as good as I remembered it. It took some will power not to grab Lisa and jump in. The dock looked newer and more modern. It was fiberglass instead of the wood I remembered. A raft was in the center of the pond.

That's new, I remarked.

Dad put that in for all of our kids, Lisa replied.

Kris and Jeff and a boatload of grandkids. In addition to Lisa's two Kids and Connie's four, Jeff Jr. had three, Bobby and Mike each had two and Charlie had one. Most were grown or in college, but Bobby and Mike's youngest, both boys, were both ten and so was Charlie's only daughter. It was good to know that kids still played in this pond.

Mine would have loved to grow up around a place like this, I remarked.

Don't you still have one at home? Connie asked.

Two, if you count the one in college who is home right now, I replied.

Well, maybe they will all just get a chance to come down and spend time here, Lisa said and pulled me into a deep, passionate kiss. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her tight.

Would you two like to be alone? Connie asked.

Lisa pulled back. I saw the wicked grin form on her face and knew what was about to happen. Connie had set herself up and you just couldn't let anything like that pass in this family.

Yeah, get lost! Lisa said and before Connie could react, Lisa had whipped around and got a hand behind her back. The next thing I knew, my pesky little sister was disappearing under the surface of the pond.

We were laughing and Connie was sputtering when she popped back above the surface and splashed us. Jerk! she exclaimed.

Lisa stuck her tongue out at her sister. You asked if we wanted to be alone. You didn't specify how, Lisa teased.

I saw Connie's expression switch from one of angry shock to one of wickedness. Well that may be, but I just decided I want some company!

Lisa saw what was coming too late. She tried to pull her feet out of the water, but Connie got a good grip on one ankle. Lisa planted her hands down on the fiberglass dock to resist, but Connie had the leverage with her feet braced against one of the dock's pontoons. Lisa screamed, NO! SHIT! and disappeared with a splash. It was good to know people in this family still didn't get mad at pranks. They got even.

Connie and Lisa popped up. Connie was laughing her ass off at her sister. Lisa was wearing an exasperated smile and exclaimed, Damn it!

I was busy laughing too. Shut up, Lisa scolded me.

Sorry, but that was excellent! I countered.

Jim must still like women getting all wet, Connie said, pulling herself onto the dock at a spot between me and dry land. I got to my feet, but it was too late. She had me cornered.

Especially when we're in dresses, my Lisa added, pulling herself out at the same spot and making sure I had no way off the dock except one.

Lisa's sundress clung to every contour of her body, bra and bikini panties. Connie's was even more spectacular, sucked to her body and the lines of her underwear like a second skin and instead of the pale salmon color of its dry state, it was a shiny red soaking wet, glistening in the sun. If I had to end up in the pond, it was worth it to see the two of them with water cascading from the hems of their skirts in steady streams. And let's be honest. I knew, (and was looking forward) to all three of us ending up in the water the moment we sat down on the dock.

I don't suppose I get to just walk off the dock, I said. With wet brown hair plastered to their faces and dripping water, two wickedly smiling faces shook their heads.

Oh well, I relented and threw my arms out to the sides. Giggling, my sweetest Lisa and her sister rushed me.

Lisa grabbed me under the arms from behind and commanded, Grab his feet! Connie got hold of them and lifted me off the dock. They carried me to the edge and tossed me in on the count of three. As I popped up, both of them were just disappearing under the surface after jumping back in. Lisa swam to me and planted a sloppy kiss on me.

I like you when you're all wet too! she teased.

I need to confess to you about some other things I like, I told her.

Now back in the eighties, all I realized was that I liked being soaking wet and seeing women in wet clothes. Getting muddy with Lisa had been a major turn on (and with Maddie too), as well as caking Lisa on her birthday, but it wasn't until after I was married that I discovered just how much into WAM I really was. Kay and I had had a couple of pie fights before the days of the internet, but it was discovering the whole WAM community that really set my imagination in motion. I would not have mentioned anything to any other woman this early, but this was Lisa. Somehow I knew she would be fine with it.

Oh, do tell! Lisa responded.

Yeah, this will be good! Connie chimed in.

Maybe later, when we're alone, I said.

Oh, go ahead! Connie commanded. You know she's just going to tell me anyway! Who knows? I might want to try whatever it is out on Brett.

I'd let the cat poke his head out of the bag. May as well let him the rest of the way out. O.K, have either of you ever heard of 'WAM'?

You mean the band? Connie asked suppressing a giggle.

No, no, I began. Let's get out of the water.

We climbed up the swim ladder and sat on the dock letting our soaking wet clothes drip through the fiberglass planks. Lisa and Connie sat cross-legged facing me grinning. I felt myself getting hard inside my soaked boxer briefs. Again, that wasn't something that happened often anymore.

WAM stands for 'Wet and Messy', I explained.

You mean like how you'd get hard playing in the mud with me? Lisa asked, a sly grin on her face.

Yes, I sort of squeaked out. I composed myself and continued. It can also mean other substances like food.

Both women covered their mouths to suppress a giggle and I pressed on. You may as well know. I am really into pies and cakes, I explained, and slime like on Nickelodeon.

Pie fights? Like the Three Stooges? Lisa asked. She was still grinning. You want to hit me with pies?

Yeah, but you can hit me too, I replied. It's more fun and a lot sexier when you both get messy. I can show you some stuff on the internet.

Lisa shot a silly expression at Connie who said, You should have listened to Mom and not let him get away. He's a lot more fun than 'You know who'. Jim's a real freak.

I'm looking forward to seeing it, Lisa said and leaned over to kiss me. How did I ever let this one slip through my fingers before?


All that talk got me hot and bothered, Connie said, and since I'm already all wet

Connie stood up and dove off the deck. I stood and offed my hand to my lovely wet Lisa. It was mid-afternoon and pushing ninety-five degrees. We may as well go back in too. We held hands and jumped in together, just like old times.

We had swum out to the raft and were pushing each other off like we were kids when a familiar voice scolded us from the dock: I told you three to stay out of the water! Good Lord! It's like you're all part fish!

Lisa stuck out her tongue at their mother. It was too hot. She called back.

Kris threw her arms up in defeat and started to turn back for the house. Then she shrugged, turned back around and took some running steps before plunging into the inviting pond. We stood laughing while she swam out to us.

You kids are a bad influence, she said, dripping after climbing up. That feels great though.

I stood there looking at her tied blouse clinging to her bra which concealed breasts that should be on a woman thirty-years or more her junior. There was something definitely in the water around here. The light blue blouse had gone transparent and I was reminded of her habit of early morning swims in her underwear that once we found out about them, she was happy to invite us to join her in. I wondered if she still did that.

How many times do I have to tell you not to stare at my mom's tits? came a giggly whisper in my ear.

Sorry, I replied aloud.

Sorry about what? Kris asked, stepping toward both of us with her head cocked. If Lisa looked half as sexy as Kris still did when she got to that ageFunny, I seem to remember thinking the same thing three decades ago.

After all these years, Jim still likes to stare at your boobs, Connie blurted out, turning both Lisa and me bright red.

Kris shot me a grin and fumbled for where her blouse tied. Good thing I took care of myself, she said, letting the blouse fall from her shoulders onto the raft and then dropped her shorts, revealing everyday white bra and panties. Not as impressive as some of the combinations she came up with for our morning swims, but still very nice! They weren't transparent, but the bra happily clung to each nipple and her wet panties displayed a pronounced camel toe. Imagine, me noticing something like that on a seventy-something woman! On the other hand, this was Kris Rueter, in another reality, the cougar I would happily let take advantage of me.

All right, she scolded. Out of them. Those clothes have to be weighing you down. We've all seen each other in our underwear. I'm not having anyone drowning here!

The truth was that our clothes were all pretty light and not a problem swimming in at all. Still we cheerfully complied. Lisa and Connie pulled their dresses over their heads and jumped back in with Kris in their bras and panties. Connie's were everyday white like Kris's, but a little more sheer. Lisa's bra was light blue and her panties were pink. I loved seeing a woman in mismatched underwear. It meant she hadn't planned on undressing in front of you. Then again, I think Lisa knew I did, so maybe she had.

All right, city boy, Lisa called from the water. Now it's your turn!

I yanked my golf shirt over my head and dropped my pants and revealed the bright blue Hanes undershirt and my favorite Hanes X-Temp boxer briefs with the gray, blue and black block pattern. Connie wolf-whistled before I jumped off the raft to join them. Lisa swam up to me and wrapped her arms around me for a sloppy kiss.

Jeff came out on the dock and without saying a word stripped down to his gray boxer shorts to swim out to us. The five of us spent the rest of the afternoon out there. Lisa and I eventually headed back to her house to change, (after some heavy oral sex), and went out to dinner. We returned to her house for round 2 (3 if you counted that morning's sex).

That last round came after I gave Lisa more of an explanation of WAM. I had my laptop with me and taking up a lot of hard disk space were videos from different producers.

Let me show you what I meant earlier, I said as I brought up Media Player.

I started her out with pretty tame stuff from Slapstickstuff, like Toshia collecting donations in her little black dress and long gloves, Toshia and Sara getting slimed and pied in Rich's favorite restaurant and Deana and Lindsey who kept getting slimed because they kept tricking each other into saying, I don't know.

It looks like fun, Lisa commented. You really find this sexy?

Well I'm just getting started, I replied.

I moved on to Pie Fight Girls and Messy Divorce starring Paris and Trish and then Bon Voyage part 2 starring Blondie. I was easing her into nudity with Blondie who ended up in her underwear in that one.

I jumped over to Pie Vids and The Tea Party where four ladies start out in dresses and end up clobbering each other with over one hundred pies in their bras and panties.

This is kinda hot, Lisa said. I bet you've got more with less clothes. Let me see those.

My pleasure, I replied.

Sticking with Pie Vids, I showed her Messy Meter Maid and Veronica who starts out in her little meter maid costume and ends up naked getting pied over and over. Then it was time for Messy Fun at the Movies from Messy Fun where Carolyn and Daisy end up in just their panties and Chase ends up naked and all three are covered in glop.

I feel over dressed, she said during that one and before it was over she was in her bra and panties sitting on my lap and I only had my boxer briefs on.

I know you've got some that are real porn on there. You have too, she said. Go on and let me see those.

You asked for it, I replied.

I went back to Pie Vids and Messy Lovers about the Dom and her lesbian Sub getting covered in pie from an unseen source and then went for broke and showed her Messy Maid from Messy Girl Blow Jobs. By the time that one was done, we were giving each other hand jobs through our underwear.

Come with me, she said, taking me by the hand as she got up.

I was actually hoping we'd finish what we started, I replied,

Oh, we will!

She led me to the kitchen and sat me down in the middle of the room on a folding stool she probably used for the high shelves. Then she disappeared into her pantry for a second. When she returned she had a giant, Costco-sized can of chocolate syrup. When the realization hit me, my hard-on pressed against my boxer briefs like that nineteen-year-old kid's used to. (That was a difficult sensation for me to have nowadays without the help of Cialis.)

Something possessed me to buy this the last time I went to Costco even though I don't have any kids begging for ice cream anymore, she said as she opened it. Now I know why.

Lisa had the sexiest grin I'd ever seen when she came to stand in front of me. Mine had to be a mile-wide. Mess me up, she gasped, offering me the topless can and going down to her knees to pull my bulging cock out through my fly. Mmmm! she purred with her lips around my erection while I slowly covered her skin and her mismatched bra and panties with chocolate.

My Lisa was a chocolate dream giving me head as I smeared it into her hair. She backed off my cock and taking my hands pulled me onto the messy floor on top of her. We tore off each other's ruined undies and I rubbed chocolate all over her clit before going down on her and finally plunging in to bring us both to a messy, messy climax.

Thanks, she said when we were finished.

For the sex?

No, she replied, for showing me another way to make you happy and turn you on. From now on, I'm your little wet and messy slut. What a woman!

I stayed one more day and we went out to the reservoir and swam in our jeans. No more dam sliding though, they had fenced it off and put up cameras.

I know a place where we can do that when you come up to see me, I told her.

The next morning I headed back home. I was going to have to figure out how this was all going to work out with two of my kids having a life there. However, I knew when Lisa kissed me goodbye and said, I love you, that it would work out somehow. God wouldn't let me find her again only to take her away.