The Wetgalfan Chronicles: Chapter 23
Lisa's Surprise

It's amazing how things can begin to fall into place sometimes. As I drove home, I was overcome with the possibility that I was going to have to give up the shared custody I had of my youngest if I wanted to move to Tennessee. However once I got home, things just started going my way.

First, it was my ex-wife, Kay. I skipped writing the stories about us because the fact that she had become a completely different person was too hard to think about. She had turned into one of the worst wicked, lying people you would ever want to meet. Despite putting up the pretense that she left because she just wasn't happy anymore, she had secretly been courting some poor slob from England to marry her while we were still together to satisfy her fetish for English guys she had developed. She announced she was selling our old family home, (which if you recall I had paid off and given her), giving up custody claims and going to England with her new husband whom she had married in a quickie ceremony out of state while I was gone. The woman had lost her mind. Custody was no longer going to be a problem, but I was still worried about pulling my youngest, Allison, out of the school with all of her friends.

I sat down with her and her next oldest sister who was in college not far from our home and explained things about Lisa. I told them I knew it was sudden, but she and I had hit it off again just like when we were younger, and it was probably leading to something permanent. Katheryn and Allison came back to me the next day with the solution.

Dad, you don't need to build that big house here. Build it down there. I'll just commute when school starts. It's only a forty-minute drive, Katheryn said.

Yeah, just make sure we have money and we'll be fine! Allison chimed in.

I couldn't believe how generous they were being. Then again, they were getting the house and the pool all to themselves. Well it won't be right away anyway, I said. We'll both be visiting each other for a while.

Then I told my oldest in Florida. Hey! That's great! was Elizabeth's reaction. We won't be as far from you. We can drive to Tennessee in a day!

The truth was you could drive from Orlando to Indy in a day if you went without sleep or had someone to switch off with. I'd done it a time or two in the other direction for vacations. West Tennessee was still a good clip but not quite as bad.

A few days later, our families all met with a massive video chat. It was my first chance to see Mark and Kris. Mark and Elizabeth were the same age and Kris was two years younger which made her four years older than Katheryn. Everyone seemed to hit it off, but what I didn't know was that Lisa started messaging Katheryn and Allison with a plan.

It got put into motion one Friday evening. Friday's I usually met an old friend who had hung with Kay and me when we were still together. At first it was therapeutic as I had someone who had seen the changes in her to talk to. That Friday it was all about how excited I was at finding my old love and how excited she was at finding me. I pulled up at home to find the house all lit up but Katheryn's car nowhere in sight. This house had no garage for her to hide it in. If it had still been light, I would have seen the tire tracks leading around back. A real surprise was waiting inside though.

I opened the front door and found the entire living room, furniture and all, covered in plastic. Then I heard Lisa's voice: Wanna make a mess?

Hi there! she added, slipping out of the hallway wearing matching bra and panties, silver/gray with red trim, and she looked every bit as good as this young little model.



What was she doing there? I didn't care! We rushed toward each other and met in the middle of the room. We kissed and my hands explored her thoroughly. I started to undo the bra and she stopped me.

Didn't you hear the question? she asked. I asked if you wanted to make a mess.

Sure, but with what?

Look in the kitchen.

She led me to the kitchen doorway and every flat surface was covered in homemade cream pies, i.e. crusts, pudding and Kool Whip.

Wha-? I stammered. How did you do this?

You wanna ask questions or do you wanna clobber me with this? she asked sweeping up a particularly well-stuffed chocolate cream and offering it to me.

My pulse quickened and my pants tightened. This was a dream come true, my Lisa and a room full of pies. I knew she was receptive to the idea, but how had she managed to get all the way up here, sneak into my house and make all these? She had to have inside help. Oh well, there was plenty of time for that later. Right now, my Lisa was waiting for me to plaster her with that chocolate cream. I could not disappoint her.

I took the pie from her hands and she stepped back into the plastic-protected living room. She struck a very sexy Hands-on-hips pose and drew her tongue across her upper teeth. Let me have it, she purred and offered me a submissive grin that she held on her face until it disappeared under a mask of crust, chocolate pudding and whipped cream when I shoved the pie deep into her beautiful features. I heard a muffled, Mlfph! when I shoved my creamy weapon deep into her lovely features. I let got of the pan and it stuck to her face while some of its former contents dripped out onto and down between her still-very-feelable tits that were proudly thrust out toward me. Lisa held her pose, but I heard her giggling from behind the pie pan and the subtle shaking of her head worked it loose. It slid down her face and dropped, pausing to slide over her tits and deposit chocolate pudding, graham cracker and little bit of whipped cream on them and on the top of each bra cup. She was a messy vision, and we were only getting started.

Lisa licked around her mouth to clear her lips. Mmmm, she purred, digging it out of her eyes and blinking them open while she wiped more of the glop down her face and onto her tits and bra, that was great, but I was really looking forward to being hit with them like Curly, Moe and Larry. Without cleaning off her hands, she returned them to her hips, smashing pie filling into her panties and added, Let the next one fly.

You asked for it, I replied. I had already secured a blueberry pie, (blue food-colored Kool Whip), and brought it around roundhouse style and let it go a few inches from her face. The impact made a very satisfying SPLAT noise and a nice round ring of blue whipped cream splattered out all the way around. What went up settled in Lisa's hair and what came out the bottom joined the remnants of the first pie on her tits and bra. The pan remained for a second and then flipped off to clatter on the floor.

That was pretty good, she said with a snicker. You ever done this before?

Only in my stories, I replied.

She wiped the blueberry down her face and let more roll down her front. Stories? That sounds interesting! she said, cocking her pie-covered head. I'd love to read them.

We star in a few of them, I admitted.

Really? she exclaimed. She was smiling, but I noted the slightest hint of real surprise in her voice.

Don't worry; I didn't use your real name, I said.

Do I get pied a lot? she asked.

No, I just wrote about things that really happened, I replied. I did 'exaggerate' a bit in a lot of them thoughjust to make them interesting.

Now I can't wait to read them, she said.

I did write about getting to hit you with the cake on your birthday, I told her.

She stopped smiling and looked at the floor. Even covered in pie I could tell that had made her a little sad. We stopped that tradition after you and I broke up, she said. It wasn't fun anymore.

They're not cakes, but we've got plenty of them, I said. We can make up for lost time.

She looked up and the smile, a very sly and sexy one, returned to her destroyed face. Lemme have it, she urged. Show me what else happens in those stories!

Taking a banana cream in one hand and a butterscotch in the other, I said, There's always the sandwich.

Lisa's smile disappeared in the glop of filling and whipped cream when I slammed the pies into each side of her head.

Interesting, she said through the mess without clearing.

That can lead to the four-way, I added and slapped a chocolate cream onto the top of her head, enveloping any clean hair in a gooey shampoo. Then I took a Kool Whip pie tinted with red food coloring and smashed it into her waiting face.

Four-way, I get it, she said, pushing the blob of cream and crust down her front. She placed her hands back on her hips, getting more on her panties, and leaning forward so her boobs were pronounced added, Do you always have to hit me in the face?

Her tits were pretty messy anyway, but she was goading me to pie them. She really paid attention when I showed her the videos.

Winding up with a Kool Whip pie tinted orange I said, Not always. I let it go and it exploded onto her right boob. I followed that up with a banana cream into her left.

Lisa smiled at me sideways and rubbed the mess all over the textured material and little flowers on her bra cups.

It's a good thing you like doing this. This is sort of fun! she said. She turned on one foot and bent over with her hands on her knees saying, But I bet you want to pie me in the ass now though.

If you insist! I replied. SPLAT! I threw a red-tinted Kool Whip as hard as I could at Lisa's wiggling ass that exploded over her left butt check and followed that up with a butterscotch that plastered her in the right one. Lisa squealed with each impact, but by the way she reached back and rubbed the pie into her ruined panties with little circular motions, I could tell she was far from done.

She turned and faced me again. Hmmm, only one spot left, she said glancing down at the somewhat clean front of her panties with her hands back on her hips. She looked up and me and said, I know you're dying to. Go right ahead!

SPLAT! I didn't wait for a second invitation to pie her in the crotch with a chocolate cream. Lisa looked down at the damage and stuck her tongue out at me. I responded by hitting her in the face with a banana cream. She wiped the glop down her face and blinked her eyes open. I bet you won't do that again, she challenged with her hands once again on her hips smearing pie well into her panties.

SPLAT! I covered her challenging grin with a banana cream. This time she wiped the glop covering her face back to the sides and into her hair. Oh well, she began, I wonder if this is good for the skin, and proceeded to smear pie all over any uncovered part of her body, even grabbing gobs off the floor. Boy! She had really paid attention when she watched those videos with me. That, or she had acquired copies of her own to reference.

It feels so nice, mmmm! she purred. Why don't you join me? She picked up a pie of her own and threatened me with it.

It would have been easy to take it and clobber her with it instead, but I was getting really horny and by this point wanted nothing more than to be covered in sweet glop with her. I didn't even care how she managed arranging this anymore. I closed my eyes and put my arms out to my sides.

No, wait, Lisa said. You should be as 'comfortable' as I am first.

If you say so, I replied. I knew exactly what she meant and proceeded to strip out of my clothes I had worn to dinner. I would have happily let her ruin them if she had wanted to, but since coming into a bit of money, I had upgraded my wardrobe some. I still bought my underwear at Meijer and Walmart though so soon I was facing her in just a red ribbed undershirt and red Fruit of the Loom fashion boxer briefs.

So much better to look at, she said, winking in the direction of my erection bulging through the front of my shorts. I am honestly at a loss to explain itme going from needing pharmaceutical help when I was still with Kay to getting boners like a teenager. Lisa was the only variable.

Let's see, she contemplated, picking up a very thick blue-tinted Kool Whip pie. I think you started this way.

I smiled and held my eyes open to the last instant as she shoved the pie into my face. I grinned behind the pie pan until it fell to the floor.

Then I think you did this, Lisa said and decked me with a hard-thrown pie. It made my head snap. I had forgotten what a Tom-boy she was back then and how she could throw. The bulge in my boxer briefs grew harder.

Now I believe it's time for the sandwich, she said and clobbered me from both sides.

I stood submissively and let her copy ever messy thing I did to her. Soon I was as covered as she was and she was helping me smear the messy glop all over.

Let's each do one at the same time, I said.

We each grabbed a butterscotch and cocked back. We paused and giggled at each other and then shoved them forward with simultaneous SPLAT's! Then without clearing our faces, I pulled her into an embrace and we shared a long, deep and very sweet kiss. My left hand found her bra clasp.

Do you still know how too she said and trailed off as I effortlessly undid her bra one-handed. Oh, I guess you still do! she finished as I pulled the loose bra down her arms and freed those lovely tits of hers.

She said, I've got an idea, and balanced a banana cream face up on her breasts. Hold this, she commanded me.

I did and Lisa grasped the back of my creamy head with two creamy hands. I knew what was happening so when she pulled me forward, I offered no resistance as she directed my face into the pie and buried my nose deep between her tits. I reveled at what a dream come true she was while I licked my way out.

As I enjoyed that hearty helping of tit pie, she scooped her right hand full of cream and plunged it down my ruined underwear to jack me. I came up to her face and locked lips with her again while scooping up my own handful and shoving down her panties. Two fingers found her dripping wet pussy and it took very little effort to give her an intense orgasm.

Want some more pie for dessert? she purred.

Only if it's your pie, I replied.

That was what I had in mind! she shot back and dropped her panties into the pile of glop on the floor. Lisa squealed when she sat her bare ass in a nice cold pile of pie filling. Once recovered, she held a chocolate cream face up over her pussy with her legs spread wide open.

You seemed to like getting 'tit pied', she began, motioning for me to place my head in front of her other hand she held out over her crotch. Wanna get 'pussy pied'?

Sounds like fun! I replied, dropping to my knees and letting her get her hand behind my head. For the second time she shoved my face deep into a pie covering one of my favorite parts of her anatomy. I quickly burrowed through the bottom of it and into pussy as sweet as I remembered it. Her hand that was holding the pie joined her other one behind my head.

I happily lapped away at her, looking up every once in a while to see her enjoying herself. If she caught my gaze, she would shove a pie in my face and I would have to dig my eyes clear again. She got me five times.

After a few minutes, it was orgasm number two. Please keep it up! she gasped. I'm gonna squirt next time!

Well how could I deny her that? My jaw was a little tired, but the prospect of a face full of Lisa kept me going. I was soon rewarded. I felt her start to erupt and pulled back an inch or two with my mouth open and my tongue hanging out. Lisa hosed me down like she was the girl in the back of the old Mercury. I nearly came myself. Glad I didn't though because the best was yet to come!

Oh Jim! Thank you! she moaned. You're the only one who could ever make me do that!

Now THAT boosted this middle-ager's ego; I tell you! Really?

Oh, yes! she moaned. Now it's your turn! I can't wait to get a mouthful of you!

No time like the present, I replied, sitting back and pulling my ruined boxer briefs down my legs. You wanna get 'cock pied'? I asked, mimicking her from earlier.

Sounds awesome! she replied. But how?

Like this, I said and found one of the pies with a pastry crust. Lisa had never read any of these stories, (yet), so she wasn't familiar with Darcie's habits or the work of Kakekid. I removed it from the pan and used my thumb to burrow up through the crust into the banana pudding filling just off center. Then like I had dreamed of doing so many times myself when reading of the exploits of Charlie, Erica and Ally or writing about Darcie and Jim Sutton, (I know I have called myself Sutton in these stories, but like Lisa isn't really Lisa's name, Sutton isn't really mine.), I slid my cock through the hole and up through the pie. It was a thoroughly pleasant sensation and it mad Lisa giggle when it poked its way out covered in banana and whipped topping.

I took a butterscotch in my hand and said, O.K, get ready. Lisa had caught on by now and dutifully placed her lips right on the head of my cock and sampled the pie.

Mmmm! she purred.

Want the rest of it?

Mmmm, hmmm, she responded, gently nodding which swished my dick around in the pie.

O.K, then! I said and slammed the butterscotch pie into the pie-matted mess of hair on the back of her head and shoved her down onto me, burying her lovely face in the banana cream balanced on my crotch. She grunted as my cock got shoved deep to the back of her mouth. No gagging though. Lisa was a trooper who loved giving head, as long as it was someone she cared about.

She was as good as I remember. Now it was true that I had just enjoyed her company and this activity a couple of weeks prior, but I was so high on finding her again I wouldn't have cared how things went. This time I was paying attention and I could sense the enthusiasm. Lisa was back in love with me as much as I was with her. Even so, I couldn't let the five pies I got when I was eating her go unanswered. I think she purposely kept looking up and making silly gestures with her eyes while she was sucking me so I would pie her in the face. She would giggle every time I plastered her and it would drive me crazy. Finally, I felt my climax coming on. I thought about stopping her and introducing her to cum pie, but I decided if she wanted a mouthful, she could have it. Also, I didn't want to play all my fantasy cards in one hand. I needed something to show her the next time we got messy.

I let go and my little goofball stayed latched to me for every drop. We collapsed in each other's arms on the plastic covering the floor and kissed and rubbed slop over ourselves and each other until we were just two blobs.

After laughing at ourselves, I finally spoke: Now, how did you manage this?

I contacted your daughters and asked if they wouldn't mind disappearing for an evening so I could come up and surprise you, she replied. Surprised?

Happily, I said. But did they know what you were doing? This is something I sort of keep private from them.

Don't worry, Lisa replied. They only knew I wanted to be alone with you.

But this had to cost a fortune! I said.

It did, Lisa said sheepishly, but you sort of paid for it since Katheryn loaned me her credit card.

I laughed at her admission. I still tried to teach my kids the value of money even after coming into a lot of it, but I was no tightwad.

Well, I'll forgive you, I said, but you deserve this! As I spoke, I scooped up a big handful of spent pie and shoved it in her face that was long past worrying about. She saw what was coming and simply held her ground and took it. God! I love this woman!

I guess we should clean up now, though, Lisa relented.

She had the forethought to extend the plastic into the hall bathroom so we rinsed off quickly and went to work rolling up the plastic and putting it in trash bags. We stayed naked since we ended up pretty messy again before it was all over. We took another shower and paid more attention this time to getting all the crust out of our hair and other areas. We threw on some old underwear, but neither of us was tired.

You want to read some of the stories I wrote about our time together? I asked.

I'm almost afraid to! she responded. Then again, I'm not ashamed of any of it, so let's do it!

We sat down at the computer and I opened the very first one I wrote about her and me meeting at Paris Landing. We sat up for four hours going through them and reminiscing. Every once in a while, she'd declare, Hey! I never did that! or I don't quite remember it that way! and we'd laugh and argue about what really happened or I'd confess that I had enhanced the story to make it more interesting. (Once in a while, we really did just swim in the pond or go sliding down the dam and nothing else happened.)

We were still wide awake when we read the last story, which incidentally was Chapter 22 about us meeting again. I was also quite ready to enjoy her again. We embraced next to the bed and she felt my hard on press against her. Lisa directed my hand up to her bra clasp to give me green light to go for it and after giving her one solo orgasm and us enjoying one together, we were finally ready to sleep.

Wake up, city boy! came the melody in my ear as I woke up to a bedroom lit by dawn. Lisa was standing next to my side of the bed wearing the lovingest smile I could imagine and already dressed, if you could call the bra and panty set she was in being dressed.



Here! Put these on! she demanded and tossed something at me. I realized what it was. It was a pair of novelty boxer briefs from my drawer. They were called Crazy Boxer and had wild designs, everything from the American flag to a Fruit Loops cereal box. The pair she had tossed to me were an orange tropics design with black waistband and leg trim.

Why? What's going on? I asked, rubbing my eyes.

Why we're gonna revive and old tradition and go for an undies swim, she replied. I found something for you that I bet looks great all wet!

I grinned at her and slid the boxer briefs under the sheet to put them on. We stepped out into the dim light of dawn and the humid air. It was already starting to warm up. I pulled the fold up ladder down for the above ground pool.

After you, I offered and enjoyed the view of her climbing up. Lisa didn't even let me make it to the top before she was in the water in that sexy underwear, but it didn't take long for me to join her.

I won't bog things down with the details except to say that we really did relive a fond memory. We splashed and dunked each other and played in the water like two kids, but quietly. The girls had come home sometime after we went to bed and were still sleeping. Eventually though I did sort of corner her against the side.

There's something I want you to know, she said. You're really the first man I've been with since my divorce. I went through something called 'Divorce Care' at church and it convinced me to try to remain pure until I got married again.

I went through it too, I said. Now that I know you did, I'm sorry I failed that part of it too. I had intended to do the same thing, but when I saw her that first time, I couldn't think about anything but how much I wanted her.

Well we didn't fail too badly, she said with a demure grin. She looked so beautiful with the water streaming from her hair down her face. At least we failed with each other. I really did intend to 'remain pure', but it was you; I couldn't have resisted you no matter how hard I tried. I'm not ashamed. She paused and glanced down and then back into my eyes. I love you.

I love you too, I replied and kissed her long and hard. But should we try to keep our promises to ourselves. I wasn't ashamed either, but I had made a vow to myself.

I don't think I could, she said. We were meant to be together. I knew that thirty-some years ago and I realized it seeing you again. I think we'll be forgivenespecially if there was aan understanding between us.

An understanding I knew what she meant. She laughed that infectious laugh of hers when I tried to get down on one knee in the pool and struggled to keep my face above water at the same time.

Lisa grabbed my arm and yanked me up. I think it will work better up here, dummy, she said, hoisting herself onto the deck.

I joined her and kneeled down in front of her lovely and very dripping wet form. I didn't beat around the bush.

Lisa, will you marry me?

Oh YES! was her quick reply.

I swept her up in my arms and we kissed and then I jumped back into the pool with her and she gave off her cute little squeal.

We surfaced, faced each other holding hands and kissed. I have to hand it to you. That decision to stay pure isn't an easy one at our age and you had to keep it longer than I did.

It wasn't so hard, she replied, at least not up 'til the moment I saw you again. All I could think about was you tearing my clothes to shreds and ravaging me!

Wow! I managed to say.

Mmmm, hmmm, she purred and reached into my underwear below the water line to massage the bulging erection that was forming, and since we have our 'understanding' now, you wanna seal it with some fuckin'?

Ever thought you'd get engaged in your underwear? I asked, pulling her close. My hand reached around and easily undid the bra clasp and the bra fell between us. Lisa flipped it away and let it sink and I rubbed her naked tits.

I'd marry you in my underwear if you asked me to. With you, nothing surprises me, she answered and melted into a deep kiss. Pulling out of it, she added, And that's just the way I like it. Oh and that 'tearing my clothes to shreds and ravaging me thing'You should probably try that before I go home!