Splosh friends listen up. You've read part one haven't you? If not, please go back and read it. I need to tell you something. It's something that might change your opinion of me and it's not something I'm proud of. I'm a cheat. A dirty sploshing cheat. And I'm addicted to it!

My family has no idea I'm here. They think I'm away with work, not standing naked in a garage about to get my comeuppance. How do I tell my girls their mother is in to THIS? That she's had these filthy desires all her adult life and needs to do this occasionally more than anything else. When I have the urge, this all-consuming urge, I arrange some time away to 'hot desk' over here in the local branch for a couple of days and...

Well, now you know. It's your call whether to read on but here I am, in a warm garage naked as the day I was born and wet between my legs. The contents of the tub we filled this morning look frankly disgusting yet, like on every other occasion previously, I have an overwhelming desire to get in with it. Please God why?

In that tub is one of my slurry-marinated work suits and I'm about to put it on one last time. I can't stop myself. Piece by piece from my porridge filled stockings to the lard-laden jacket. And he's filming it all - my filthy partner in grime. He loves this as much as I do-what a disgusting couple we are!

By the time I've re-dressed in my full underwear with stockings and suspenders I'm well past the point of no return. Every part of me is tingling with anticipation of the final dunking. I'm covered in streaks, dribbles and drools from the sodden lingerie. I've managed to ladder one of the stockings but it just adds to the whole sordid, slutty scenario. And then there's the blouse; cold, sodden and stinking but I put it on with mindful care doing up each button in turn, the marker pen graffiti almost invisible now beneath the black greasy coating. I can't believe how heavy the jacket is. Every seam is choked with lard and margarine and a day in the warm sludge has turned it into a ten-kilo straightjacket.

And now I'm nearly done. Skirt on, shoes on and handbag and...jewelry? I'm leaning over in to the tub, elbows deep in the slurry fishing for it all. Here's the necklace! Amazing. Where are the earrings? Fuck them...I'm past caring. The handbag makes me laugh though. It's a pointlessly fucked-up accessory but essential for the authenticity of the outfit.

Putting the video camera on the tripod he takes some still shots of me posing like the filthy tart that I am. Then he whips up the garage door and takes more shots of the bitch from the black lagoon with the vanilla suburban estate in the background.

Door closed, video camera rolling and it's just the two of us. I climb in and stand knee deep in the tepid, grey, greasy sludge for the first time. Skirt hitched to my waist he fills my panties to bursting before ordering me to sit down in the gloop and look up at him. My heart misses a beat as the first wave of slop hits my forehead and the lights go out. Oh my! Bucket after bucket follows; over my face, down my back even up the skirt as I lay in the slop and take my comeuppance. This is my nirvana.

As I'm lying with my legs up in the air and crotch filled with slop he removes my shoes and sets-to at them with garden loppers. They're fucked! I know how much he loves this part of the roleplay and it's making me wet with anticipation too. This is no sensuous gunging!

His garden shears make light work of my skirt then he shreds the jacket. Fucks it! Rips the arms off it and tears it front to back before snipping the collar in half. The blouse doesn't stand a chance. The buttons ping off the walls of the garage as he rents it in two and tears it off my shoulders.

We stop a minute to catch our breath. He strips and stands in the tub with me. My turn for a touch of revenge and I don't hold back. He gets the full bucket treatment too-head to toe slurry bath with a touch of intimate smearing and this time, when he stands up, I can see what's cumming my way shortly.

He turns me round and...snip! my panties are gone. Snip! snip!...bra straps gone and he puts the shears down before groping the ruined bra cups off my tits. He manhandles me round by the suspender belt until it comes to bits in his hands. Oh my fucking life!

I'm down in the slop on my knees, head down bottom up and cock in my cunt. Hands are everywhere, pushing my face under, shampooing me, slopping handfuls round my tits and over my back. It's not pretty but it's the essence of why I'm here. He doesn't last long, finishing off with both barrels inside me.

Tell me what you think of me dear splosher - I'd love to know!