Part 3

Now, at last we had finished with all the pies, puddings, and custard. In a little over fifteen minutes Vonni and I had covered each other with the muck from forty pies, fifty gallons of pudding and about ten gallons of various custards. To say we were a total mess would be the understatement of all time. There was not one single square inch of clean space any where on our bodies.

With multi-colored muck, mostly brown, however, dripping down her face, Ivanna looked like some creature drug out of a swamp. I'm sure I didn't look much better.

Now as we gingerly made our way through all that slop laying on the floor and in and around the tables of mess, Ivanna and I set our gaze on the next item of dark brown muck.

At first glance, it looked like a big circular bowl. But as we approached it, it became apparent the bowl was more of an oval shape. In fact, it had the appearance of a large egg.

Why, that looks like one big ass egg.

As we finally reached the edge of the bowl, Vonni and I were able, for the first time, to gaze upon the contents within.

Oh, Wow!

When I looked over at Ivanna, I saw her eyes go wide in shock. She looked back at me and gave me the biggest smile I have ever seen.

Looking over Vonni's shoulder, Mr. Harkins gave me this huge wink.

"Fuck me!"

"What was that, Vonni?"

"Oh shit," she said with a sigh. "We are going to get so messed up, Bobby."

Before our eyes, Ivanna and I saw a glistening pool of melted chocolate or perhaps chocolate sauce in that pool which must have measured at least five to six feet in length by four feet at its widest end. And that chocolate, or at least what looked like milk chocolate was filled almost to the brim.

"What is that, Mr. Harkins?"

"Chocolate sauce, a special concoction that our chefs put together. One hundred gallons," he added to my unspecified question. "One hundred gallons of the most delicious chocolate we could come up with. And it's all," Mr. Harkins gave me a sly wink, "just for you."

Now I knew why Mr. Harkins included that 'catch-all' tray underneath this tub. When we go in, a lot of that chocolate goo will go out.

Looking at my bride, I saw her eyes dancing with merriment.

"Well, baby, this is definitely something new."

"Yeah, honey," I replied, "Mr. Harkins has definitely stepped up his "A" game." And I was grinning when I said it. I was so happy, that I didn't even feel the pain from my nose anymore.

Now my wife, of two hours and fourteen minutes, bent over and stuck one of her grubby fingers into that bowl of chocolate. When she pulled her index finger out of the mess, she sucked on it very noisily, then smacked her goo-drenched lips and said, "Mmm, that is so . . . good, Bobby. You should try some."

Now, I don't know what came over me. Some people would probably say 'the devil made me do it,' but I've never been one to put the blame on that little guy in the red suit that lives downstairs, if you know what I mean. Ha!

Seeing Vonni bent over that pool of chocolate mess, however, was just to much for me to resist. With the toe of my right boot, I gave my wife a nudge and the next thing you know, Ivanna went tumbling face-first into that chocolate mess.

Arrrhhgg!

SPLASH!!!

When Ivanna came up, she was spitting and sputtering as she tried to hawk up brown gunge she had ingested.

Must have caught her off guard and she inhaled some of that slop.

"Oh, is she gonna be pissed," I whispered under my breath.

As Ivanna stood up, I could tell the depth of that bowl must have been three feet as the chocolate muck came up to her waist. And as she stood there with liquid goo flowing off her as if it were part of a downhill flowing stream, she gave me a look.

Wow! She looks . . . is . . . just . . . Vonni, you look absolutely amazing.

"FUCK IT!" I shouted it out for the whole world to hear. Then I dived into that glorious brown muck and pulled up next to Ivanna.

"Hi baby, miss me!"

Ivanna took one look at me, streaming brown muck flowing down my head and shoulders as I stood up. And then she broke out laughing before embracing me. And my faithful wife of all of two hours and some change started kissing me.

"I love you, you crazy fool. You know that don't you?"

"I love you, too, baby."

Then I pulled my baby, Ivanna, the woman I loved more than life itself, back down into that brown goo and we started rolling around in the muck. Two minutes later, when we came up for air, gasping for breath, Ivanna and I were a sight to behold. Brown slimy goo covered our bodies from head to toe. When we stood up, it looked like waterfalls of brown muck streamed down from our heads, over our faces and down our bodies. Our clothes were ruined; my boots, her heels, completely trashed. We looked like our clothes were glued to our bodies with this brown slimy gunge.

As we stood there looking at each other I heard a faint buzzing noise. Looking around, I quickly surmised what it was. Every person in that room was standing and giving us a rousing ovation. Then I realized what was wrong. I quickly dug into my ears in order to clear them of all that chocolate.

"Oh wow. This is amazing."

Seeing the look of confusion on Ivanna's face, I motioned for her to clear her ears.

"Ah, yes. Thanks." Shaking her head, Vonni splattered goo all around for a couple of feet. "Ah, that is so much better." Looking at me, Vonni, mouthed the words, "thank you."

As we climbed out of that mess, Ivanna quickly took a bow to our legion of followers, and I just as quickly followed suit. Looking at our families, our friends and, Mr. Harkins and all of his staff who had come out to watch us and our crazy antics, well, all I can say is, my heart swelled. It's kind of like that old Christmas story, where the Grinch's heart grew three times its normal size. That's how I felt.

Now, though we headed toward the shower that Mr. Harkin had installed. I almost fell as slippery as everything was. Ivanna did fall. But Mr. Harkin, himself was there to help her up. And with help from family and friends we finally managed to step into that shower.

"Wow." Vonni said, "I never thought I would be so glad to get in this shower. He must have known how bad everything would be when we got out of that chocolate bowl."

"Yeah, I'm sure that's it, baby," I replied.

Though I wasn't sure what to expect, it was clear that Ivanna had no clue when she turned on the water faucets full blast, only to receive a face full of chocolate syrup.

"Arrrgh, Oh shit . . . that is so cold," she all but screamed.

"What . . . what the hell . . . fuck . . . this is . . ."

Stepping back, Ivanna almost fell again as her feet slipped out from under her. I was there to catch her, though, and I started laughing as I saw the perplexed look cross Vonni's face.

"Shit. What is this . . . it's . . . it's chocolate!" Vonni exclaimed. Looking back at me, she said,
"It's Hershey's chocolate syrup, isn't it?"

"You knew," she said with an accusing look. "You knew, didn't you?"

"No baby, I didn't. I surmised, but I didn't know exactly what it was until a few minutes ago, when Mr. Harkins told me."

"And you know what, baby?" I asked my wife of a little over two hours. "Mr. Harkins said there is fifty gallons of chocolate syrup."

"Oh WOW!" my bride of under three hours said, "we are going to get so fucked up." And then she put her head back under that spray of liquid chocolate, turning her face to catch it directly in the front.

"Fuck," I said, then I joined her. For the next ten minutes, or it may have been longer for all I know, we stood under that glorious shower of liquid chocolate. As that slimy goo inundated us, Vonni and I got messier and messier. We kind of did a slow dance under all that slime. And as Ivanna and I moved to the beat of a different drum, we continued to receive that chocolate pour. This time, though, we were each receiving it and doing so simultaneously. Turning my back to the crowd, my newly wed wife, reached down and pulled open my trousers. As she looked down at my massive . . . okay I'm going to say it, hard-on, there I've said it. Anyway, as my bride held open my pants, all that chocolate spray came strait down onto my private parts.

Wow. Oh Wow!

As that slimy muck splattered over my boys as she called them, my penis got harder and harder. Seductively, she looked down my pants.

Okay . . . you want it that way, baby, I can do it too.

Suddenly, I reached up and yanked open the top of Vonni's dress. Now I redirected the spray of chocolate syrup to where it ran straight down Vonni's dress and onto her muck-covered boobs. She squirmed, at first, when that cold slime hit her more-than-ample breasts, but then, my baby started to, I don't know how to explain it, but she started to get into it. Then when I redirected the spray again, to where it reached further down in her dress, to her most private parts, Vonni jerked and almost pulled away from me. But, in the next instance, she was in my arms, holding on tightly, her arms wrapped around my back, her fingers clutching my butt. And then Vonni started kissing me.

Suddenly Ivanna's eyes popped open, wide open, and stared straight into my soul. As she fought to keep the stinging chocolate syrup out of her eyes, Vonni, licked my ear, and then said, "I love you, Bobby . . . I love you . . . with all my heart . . . baby. Then she pulled back.

"More than life itself, baby. More than life itself."

"Ah, I love you too, baby. More than life itself." And then the chocolate pour ended.

Now, as I stood there, dripping chocolate slime all over the floor, I was shivering violently, but turning to look over at Ivanna, I could see she was even worse off.

She must be so miserable. With that thin dress, Vonni is so much worse off.

But she took it. Like the real trooper she is, Ivanna neve complained about the cold.

Now, as I looked at my wife of two and a half hours, I marveled at her composure. That dress, which had cost in excess of $3,000 was saturated in chocolate goo of all kinds. Slimy brown goo ran down Ivanna's body in torrents.

Wow how is that dress hanging up. Her boobs are all but falling out . . . I mean . . . wow!

We were completely and thoroughly drenched in chocolate muck of all kinds. The final two stages, or cogs in the messy deluge, a double whammy with the chocolate sauce in the tub, followed by Mr. Hershey's syrup really did us in.

"Oh Bobby," my loving wife said, "I am such a mess."

"I've never seen you look more beautiful, baby," I replied with a laugh, "than you do now."

"Oh baby," Vonni said as she kissed me, "you say the sweetest things."

I couldn't help but smile at her choice of words. "Sweetest . . . sweetest things, baby." I almost snorted out a laugh, "you don't know how right you are."

Now, as I took Vonni's hands, I looked at her in amazement.

Wow. I have never seen her like this before. Covered in chocolate muck from one end of her body to the other, she is still the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.

And now for the final step on our journey to the "rest of our lives." We slowly . . . very slowly made our way to the last obstacle on this chocolate maze of muck. I couldn't help but wonder what Ivanna would think about my solution to the wedding cake matter.

Oh, she's gonna be . . . oh wow. I can't wait to see the expression on her face when she sees what Mr. Harkins has come up with for our grand finale.