The Wetgalfan Chronicles: Chapter 32
A Wild Wedding Part 8

Lisa and Connie dove into the pudding and I picked Kris up with her knees bent over my shoulders so she was upside down.

Ready? I asked her when I stepped up to the edge of the table.

Dunk me! she replied.

I jumped off the table and we both splattered into the pudding just like I had those times with Lisa. Kris went right into a hand stand. By the time I got my eyes cleared, Lisa and Connie had already gotten her ass turned to face the largest part of the crowd and we pulled the back of her panties down again.

We took turns spanking her with no complaints for nearly a minute. Then we let her fall over and get up.

We climbed out, but as we did, Margie climbed onto the table in wet bra and panties. (She had been taking pictures of the dancing in the pool and had given her camera to someone a couple of times to dive under and even ride the water slide.) She motioned for everyone's attention.

Everyone, I have a confession to make! Margie announced. When we were both seventeen, I stole Mark Brooks away from Brenda Evenson. Even though neither one of us ended up with him, I still feel bad, and then added with a little sarcastic emphasis, especially since she's never let me live it down!

Everyone laughed, and those who laughed the loudest were all in Brenda, Jen and her age group and probably knew the story. Brenda was laughing herself and Jen gave her shoulder a nudge.

Anyway, Margie went on, earlier this evening Brenda said she wanted to settle it with a grudge match in the pudding. I saw her wrestle Lori and, let's face it, she'd likely kick my rear end! (She probably wanted to say ass, but there were still kids running around. It may have been a wild underwear party, but at least we weren't vulgar!)

So I am offering this idea to you, Brenda: if you'll finally let me live it down and stop needling me about it, I'll let you slam me into the pudding head first like they just did and give me a head-stand spanking.

Bare bottom? Brenda shouted back.

What else? Margie replied and turned around to give one butt cheek a slap to remind everyone that she was wearing a thong.



O.K, Brenda yelled back, here I come!

So much for leaving now! Lisa kidded me. Well, we had to watch, didn't we?

Brenda was obviously pretty strong. She lifted Margie up with her knees over her shoulders and jumped off the table, driving Margie's head to the bottom of the pudding pit. Margie seemed to know her place and went right into a perfect head stand. Brenda gave her exposed ass ten swats, one for every year since the incident and let her get up. Margie had studied the other ladies playing the victim well and kicked her feet wildly as she was taking her licking.

The ladies shared a hug. Margie started to climb over the side, but Brenda got up on the table. Darn you, Margie! she teased. Now you've made me feel bad about holding a grudge! Get on up here and dunk me! Margie climbed up onto the table picked Brenda up by her knees over her shoulders and they repeated the whole exercise in reverse except Margie had to pull Brenda's proper Playtex panties down. Margie made sure she had plenty of pudding smear over her ass to fill her panties with before pulling them back up.

The two of them were playing, tossing pudding in each other's face and making sure they both had plenty of it smeared in their hair and basically acting like the friends they really were, when Jen jumped on the table.

Hey! Who's gonna do me? she shouted.

Why? Brenda shot back from the pool. What do you have to make up for?

I don't know! Jen replied. I just thought it looked like fun, but I must have ticked somebody off sometime!

She looked around and everyone just laughed at her antics, but no one admitted to anything. Joseph! she finally called. All my boyfriends have said I was crazy, so I'll probably make you nuts eventually! Come on up her and dunk me on my head!

We all cracked up, but Joseph did indeed climb onto the table the give Jen a Head Banger. He wasn't shy either. He unfastened the clips holding her garter skirt to her now very runny stockings and flipped the skirt up to show off Jen's cute bare ass that was exposed by her thong.

That's my cousin, Lisa said. We watched her take her medicine and then something really crazy happened. That showing off gene that southern women have kicked in and a line started to form of women with their husbands, boyfriends and even BFF's all wanting to atone for some wrongdoing. We watched a few of them, including Connie who let Brett dunk her head in the pudding and spank her because she'd let me spank her without him earlier. Like Lisa and Connie weren't going to be outdone by their mother, most of the other women were more than willing to suffer the same fate just because their friends did. It wasn't everyone, but we'll just say that none of Lisa's family was about to let anyone outdo them!

The insanity was still going strong when Lisa suggested we get cleaned up again and head out. I told her I needed to tell Brenda something and I would catch up with her. Proving once again that she wasn't nearly as uptight as I had originally thought, Brenda agreed to my plan immediately.

We went back out the pool and jumped in. We practically had it to ourselves since the women lining up to get pile-driven into the pudding head first was obviously a big draw. We saw Brenda and Jen come out and jump in. Margie was busy taking pictures. Brenda saw me and gave me a wink to let me know my plan was in motion.

Let's go take showers, I suggested.

Lisa went into the ladies' locker room and I waited until Brenda had taken up a position by its door and went into the men's. Just as she had promised, Brenda had unlocked the custodian's pass through between the locker rooms. With Brenda posted outside to make sure no one came in, I waited until the shower started and entered the ladies.

Hello, my love! I said as I beheld my Lisa under the water. Like I had imagined, she was still in her lingerie.

Jim! What are you doing here? Lisa demanded, her voice cracking with giggles.

I've arranged some privacy for us, I replied. Ignoring her pitiful attempts to stop me, I untied her top and pulled her thong down to the floor. Since I was down low anyway, I got on my knees and attempted to spread her legs open.

Cut it out! she demanded, her voice still cracking.

I need to finish what I started when I got your garter this afternoon.

Someone will catch you!

No they won't. I have a guard posted!

A guard! Who knows you're in here?

Relax, just Brenda and Jen. We can trust them. Brenda is making sure no one walks in.

I saw her relent by her expression. Giving me a naughty boy grin, she folded down the little accessible bench and sat with her legs spread open. As revved up as we had both been by the afternoon and evening's insanity, it took my tongue very little effort to bring her to her first orgasm.

Keep it up and I'll give you my own shower, she purred when she had stopped moaning. Who was I to disappoint? I kept up my tongue fucking and after a few minutes, she exploded with a spray that I just backed off a little and let splatter all over my face and into my open mouth.

God, I love when you do that! she gasped.

Prove it, I replied. I need a little relief myself.

She was more than happy to switch places with me. I'd longed to let her finish what she had started when we were taking those naughty pictures. Now she could. The shower spray was hitting the top of her head perfectly. In the eleven months or so since we'd been back together, Lisa had retaught herself to be as aggressively submissive as she had been when we were young. She was taking my entire cock for several strokes and then taking a break by jacking me while she either sucked and licked on my head like candy or tea-bagged me, all the while making satisfied moaning like she was enjoying decadent chocolate and maintaining eye contact the whole time.

I really had needed relief and despite how she had tried to tease me, I came a little earlier than I had wanted.

Mmmm! she exclaimed as I pumped her mouth full. Her eyes widened and her brows went up momentarily, and then she half closed her eyes in a sexy expression. When I stopped pumping cum, she sucked a little, which drove me out of my mind, and finally paused to lick the head of my cock clean before she let me watch her swallow it down.

Better than the wedding cake, she quipped.

She got up on my lap and we made out until we heard the door open.

I thought Brenda was watching! Lisa whispered. Shit!

Aw, it's our wedding. No one's gonna care! I assured her.

Then I heard the one voice I really didn't want to hear. Hello? Lisa?

I hadn't seen Kay since before we went back to the chapel for those extra pictures.

Hello? Lisa? My name's Kay. I'm Jim's ex-wife, she persisted.

What would she want? Lisa whispered.

Hell if I know, I whispered back. I thought she left!

Well stay here and be quiet, Lisa commanded.

I pulled my Crazy Boxers up and Lisa pulled up her thong and I helped her tie the back of her top so she could get out there quickly before Kay started nosing into the shower stalls and saw four legs in one of them.

Who? Lisa finally responded. Oh yeah! I'll be right out!

She grabbed one of the towels hanging on the hook and stepped out of the stall. I heard the whole thing.

Hi, Lisa said, I guess we haven't met.

No, Kay simply responded.

Lisa pressed on, Uh, can you tell me what happened to Brenda, the lady who was watching the door? No offense, but I asked her for some privacy.

I made up something she would have to attend to, Kay replied. The full-of-herself narcissist hadn't changed. Whatever it took to get what she wanted was what she did. I wanted to talk to you, Kay completed.

Well, we're both here, Lisa said and I heard her tone change from sweet to annoyed. What do you want to talk about?

I wanted to meet the person who kept Jim from getting back together with me.

Did she really just say that? Lisa's tone went from annoyed to downright pissed.

I think the person who kept Jim from getting back together with you, is you, Lisa replied. Weren't you the one who kept recruiting replacements for him from England or something? I was able to see Kay's reaction in the mirror through the crack in the door. She had this WTF expression with her mouth slightly opening she would do whenever I would say something that was outside of her paradigm that the world revolved around her and everyone else's feelings were irrelevant or I questioned her psychic abilities she was convinced she possessed. That was exactly how she glared at Lisa. Score one for my little goofball. She'd already rendered Kay speechless.

Kay changed the subject. Why are you still wearing that? she asked.

Lisa answered with a snide tone, Because I don't have anything else to wear. The way she said it turned Kay's arrogance around on her, as if to suggest that the answer was obvious and Kay didn't see it.

Kay shot back with, You're telling me that he made you do all that bullshit out there, ruin your dress, humiliate you in your underwear, and you don't even have another outfit?

It's a party, Lisa replied. Sometimes they get a little out of hand. I noticed you spent most of your time nursing drinks instead of enjoying yourself.

I wasn't about to do any of that humiliating fucking shit! Kay spewed. She loved dropping the f-bomb. She thought it made her hip and edgy.

Lisa said, Did it ever occur to you that you were the oddball here? Even your kids gave themselves over to the moment. Jim must have really loved you to stay with you and that tight ass of yours so long. He said you never tried or even listen to him when he suggested ways to make things better between you.

I wouldn't let him control me or tell me how I was supposed to feel! Kay yelled, getting upset. Lisa was really getting under her skin. It was high time someone else besides me confronted her with what a conceited bitch she had turned into. The kids didn't want to make waves and neither did her parents.

Control you? Lisa spat out and then followed that up with a visceral laugh. How the hell was just telling you what would make him happy 'controlling you'?

Well he makes you do all this shit! Kay said.

Listen, Kay, nobody 'makes' me do anything! There's a difference between being made to do something and wanting to do it and giving yourself over to it because it makes someone happy. That's my job as a wife and his as a husband!

Kay tried to interrupt, but Lisa was on a roll and wouldn't let her get a word in. We love each other and on top of that, he's my best friend! You probably loved him once but it turned into just loving having a husband! That's why when you finally lost your damn mind and thought the whole world revolved around you, you turned against Jim when he tried to make you face the truth and took up with the first ass hole who would look twice at you. And he screwed you, didn't he?

I purposely left that part of her story out of the narrative since it didn't add to the plot, but since Lisa brought it up, Katherine filled me in and of course I told Lisa because we tell each other everything except the things we do to surprise each other. Kay had gone off to England, selling our old house I had given back to her and the car I bought her to replace our old family car. She had not signed a prenup or anything, (I didn't either, butit's Lisa.), and she took all her money and put it in English banks. Her husband threw her out and kept everything including what was hers from the house and car. She had to borrow money from her parents just to get back to America. She was living with them again, working retail again, which she loathed, and driving the same truck her father loaned to me because she took off with our family car when she left. Karma can be a bastard!

Go to hell, you fucking bitch! Kay screamed. It was time to put a stop to this.

Now this is a wet and messy story and I was tempted to write a segment about how we picked her up and tossed her in the pudding and how all the ladies of McKenzie, or at least Lisa, Connie, Kris, Jen, Brenda, Margie, and a few notable others, all jumped in and stripped her to her underwear and held her upside down and spanked her before throwing her out on her ass. The only problem is: That wasn't what happened. I stepped out of the shower stall just wearing my Crazy Boxers and said, It's time to leave, Kay. No one talks to my wife that way. That turned around how her big, dumb and ugly husband at the time ambushed me on my own front porch over some heated texts she and I had been sending back and forth.

Kay stared at me with her mouth gaping. Why so surprised? I asked. It's my wedding, you know I like water and you've seen me in my underwear.

What are you doing in here? she managed to ask.

Lisa came over next to me and slipped her shoulders under the arm I offered her. Getting something from me that you're way too much of a tight ass to give him, she told Kay. When Kay gave her a blank look, Lisa gave her the universal sign for a blow job with her tongue sticking out of her cheek and her hand up to her mouth like she had hold of a cock.

Why the hell do you think I had someone watching the door? I asked. Get out of here, now!

Kay stood glaring at me. She hated being told what to do under any circumstances. Lisa and I stared her down for a second. This was such a great moment! Think about it! She should be intimidating us! We're in our underwear and we've been caught having sex in the locker room. She's still dressed and not wet or messy in the slightest. We still had the upper hand because Kay was so outnumbered everyone else there looked like we did!

What if I don't? she finally said.

Fine, I answered. Lisa has a lot of family and friends out there who wouldn't think twice about stripping you down and holding your head under that pudding while they spank your big wide ass like I should have long ago!

Now, I had always held my tongue where Kay's weight was concerned, even though it had been at an unhealthy level for many years. I knew it was a tender spot and because I did love her, I avoided the subject. Now was a different story.

I continued: I'm giving you to the count of five to get yourself out of this locker room and head for the parking lot or God help me that is exactly what is going to happen to you! (I said we didn't do it. I didn't say I didn't threaten her with it!)

You wouldn't dare! That's assault and physical abuse! She used to play that game with me toward the end, claiming I was abusing her every time we got into an argument about something.

One, I said.

I'm not going!

Two, I went on. She just stared.

Three,

I'd get going if I were you, Lisa said. It's our word against yours and down here, we stick together!

FOUR! I bellowed.

Kay started for the door, looking back two or three times to make sure we weren't following her to catch her or something. She looked back one last time before leaving.

Lisa spun around in front of me and planted one of her trademark wet, sloppy kisses that I'd loved since we were young. My hero! she said, fluttering her eyelashes.

That was the difference between them. Lisa knew instinctively how to react to what I just did. Had I gotten rid of a tormenter for Kay, she would have just said thanks if she reacted at all. I didn't let things like hearing, My hero! go to my head. I just loved that type of playful banter.

Now, let's go, I said.

Holding hands, we started for the door, my soaking wet bride and me. You weren't really going to do that to her, were you? Lisa asked. We all liked it, but we're all crazy. She would have freaked!

I just grinned at my little goofball and gave her a Who knows? expression. I'll say I probably would not have, but it was not guaranteed!

I had saved my attitude for the most part, but as we left the locker room, part of me was furious with Kay for taking Lisa and me out of the moment. Leave it to Connie and Lori to bring us back to it. We stepped out the door andSPLAT! SPLAT! We were both immediately blinded by banana cream pies swung around round house style from either side by Lisa's fun loving bridesmaids.

Aw! C'mon! We just got cleaned off again to leave! I protested amongst the giggles that Lisa and I both couldn't help. I think we both needed good pie in the face right about then. I was no longer focused on Kay and her arrogance and I was back at the party.

Lori replied, You two can't possibly leave yet!

Connie added, We've got a big sendoff planned for you!

I cleared my eyes and took a look around. Whatever the sendoff was, it involved Brett and Terry standing on two ladders, Jeff and Jeff, Junior standing at the base of the ladders with a bunch of five-gallon buckets and everyone else forming a gauntlet from there that led a winding path and ended almost at the exit.

Lisa and I wiped most of the pie off our faces, but the closer we got to where everyone was, the more I knew that was a worthless effort.

O.K, you guys stand here and we'll give you a great big sendoff! Connie said. She and Lori positioned us facing the gauntlet with our backs to the two ladders. Margie and the videographer were right in front of us with their cameras at the ready.

Ready? Connie said and we heard two of the buckets being lifted up to Brett and Terry. O.K, now! she commanded and we found ourselves getting showered with five gallons of chocolate syrup each. Knowing there was no way to avoid it, we both gave up and tilted our heads back and let it run over our faces. It simply ran down my chest, but on Lisa it ran between her tits and overflowed her bralette.

Lisa and I stood there holding hands and laughing while we took what we had coming. We had asked them to first throw us a pool party reception and later to expand it to a messy one with a pie fight. They were just taking it to the next level by making sure we stayed as messy as possible. I couldn't fault them for that. We had only asked for a pie fight. They had used their imagination and plussed it. The fact that it also turned into an underwear party put it over the top!

When the chocolate was gone, they covered us in strawberry, mint, butterscotch and caramel. Once the syrups were gone, my three kids and Lisa's two came up and each one emptied two cans of spray whipped cream onto us. Then Connie and Lori put cherries on top of our heads. I got it; we were giant human sundaes! Nice one! I hadn't seen it coming at all.

Now you guys can leave, but you have to pass through all your friends and family who want to wish you well! Connie said.

We started walking through the gauntlet but instead of rice or bird seed, they threw sundae sprinkles at us, which of course stuck, because we were literally covered in syrup and whipped cream. We started out snickering and giggling and by the time we got to the end, we were laughing our asses off. Twice we had tried to leave at least rinsed off and twice they had destroyed both of us. Time to just roll with it.

Brett, Terry, Connie and Lori went around and were waiting for us at the other end with a few pies. Here you go. Lori said, a couple of last-minute wedding presents! She and Connie handed each of us a chocolate cream pie. Connie winked and made a gesture with her head that suggested, Hit us.

Lisa picked up on it too. SPLAT! SPLAT! I decked Connie and Lisa plastered Lori.

No! That wasn't what we meant! Connie exclaimed, comically slapping her hands to her hips. Both of them turned to their guys. Give us two more pies! Connie demanded.

SPLAT! SPLAT! The gals were plastered again, this time by Brett and Terry. Lisa and I were beginning to lose our composure we'd regained from our earlier laughing fit while everyone was throwing sprinkles at us.

NO! Connie protested, wiping pie from her face down onto her once-red bra and cleavage, the pies are for them to give each other!

You should be more specific, Brett said. He and Terry handed Connie and Lori blackberry creams, the messiest and stickiest of all pies. Connie and Lori handed them to us.

You're determined that we don't get to clean up before we leave, aren't you? I asked, standing there in my sundae suit.

You're the ones who wanted to get messy at your reception! Connie replied. We just provided the means.

Lisa and I took a step back from each other. Everyone was waiting for this. We had a lifetime to be clean. Time to be messy! We cocked the pies back and plastered each other in the face and everyone cheered. We dropped the pans and once I could see, I grabbed her close to me and planted a good, hard kiss on her. That was a great picture! It was two blobs covered in syrup and whipped cream kissing, except one was obviously female and she had one leg popped up. What a day! I spent most of it slimy and sticky and running around in my underwear and even spent some of it submerged under three feet of chocolate pudding on my head, but I hadn't had so much fun inwellforever!

Mom's bringing your stuff, Connie told us. Lisa and I looked at each other and we were both thinking the same thing. She pulled Connie into a hug and I made it a group hug, sandwiching her from behind. She moaned comically as we both smeared what covered us all over her. Luckily I was still spent from earlier or I might have moaned for another reason. My crotch was grinding against what her thong didn't cover!

Kris brought Lisa's purse to her which contained all of her personal effects and a Walmart bag to me that had mine. I'd quite smartly cleared my pockets before the ceremony. The only problem now was how were we supposed to ride in my nice GMC Yukon covered in this glop? I'd brought towels to sit on since we were going to be all wet, but they weren't going catch all this glop and our friends weren't about to let us leave anywhere close to clean!

Will this dilemma get solved?
Find out in A Wild Wedding Night!