Wet-and-messy devotees enjoy a sexy, sloppy Friday night.

I'd worked hard, and the weekend was finally upon us. I was so relieved to be embarking on the long three-day weekend ahead.

Jimmy came in late from work and found me staring inside the refrigerator, trying desperately to figure out what to make for dinner.

He kissed the back of my neck, rubbing it. "How about we order in?"

I released a sigh. "That sounds good. Really good."

I was a bit puzzled when he nodded and said "done" but then reached past me to grab a bottle of ketchup from the door of the fridge.

I barely had time to register the sound of it being squeezed as he squirted cold ketchup down the back of my neck.

I gasped from the chill, but the feel of viscous liquid slithering down my neck did exactly what it always did. Turned me on in the blink of an eye.

He put the ketchup on the counter and thrust a hand down into the yoga pants I'd just pulled on ten minutes before. His fingers parted my nether lips, stroked my clit, and plunged inside me.

"Just as I thought. Time to play," he said.

He stripped me of my clothes as I stood there focusing on the warming ketchup dripping down between my shoulder blades. He grabbed the bottle again, and I held my breath as he gave it a hearty squeeze and a rain of red oozed over me.

Jimmy grabbed my hips and kissed me.

"Your shirt."

"Fuck my shirt." He laughed, then stepped back to pull off his pants, boxers, shoes and socks. His tie was already ruined, but he took that off, too.

"Go on," he said. "Touch yourself."

I leaned back against the counter and put my hand between my legs. My fingers were still clean and cool as they slid along my nether lips and parted their plumpness to find my clitoris. I rubbed it gently at first, wanting to draw out the pleasure. His foot skidded through a smear of ketchup, and I let out a moan.

Jimmy opened the fridge door. "Let's see — " he mused. He kept his back to me. When he finally turned, I was on the verge of getting myself off. The chocolate syrup stream hit me on the side of the face, and the sugary syrup trickled down my neck, over my breasts. Cool and thick, it inched along my nipple. I gasped from the temperature change and ran my fingers across my body, smearing the two colors — red and brown — the slippery sensation causing an increase in my heartbeat. My pulse thumped heartily in my wet cunt and my temples.

"Not done." Jimmy grinned, and my stomach bottomed out. If he grabbed me and fucked me right there in the middle of the mess, I'd be good to go. However, he seemed to be enjoying wrecking the kitchen and messing us up almost as much as I was.

My fingers strayed back to my pussy. I stroked softly. I could easily come if I let myself, but I wasn't ready. I was having too much fun. I was too turned on.

"Close your eyes," he said.

I didn't even hesitate. My eyelids drifted shut, and I found I was holding my breath. Cold, thick, somewhat dry — He smeared something up my arms, down my spine, down the backs of my thighs and they trembled.

"What is it?" he asked, challenging me to guess.

"I don't know — "

"Try." Jimmy lifted my left foot and then put it down in the stuff. It squished between my toes.

"Mashed potatoes?"

"Good girl," he said. He turned me slightly, and I felt his tongue, hot and slick, on my pussy lips. Then he flicked it over my clitoris, and my knees went weak.

There I was, right on the verge, and Jimmy pulled back. I groaned, clutching at the sink — mixed textures and temperatures slick on my skin.

"Keep them shut," he said, softly.

The slow patient tick of the wall clock filled my head. I heard a dog barking outside, somewhere down the street. Far away but close enough to be heard. My ears detected the clink and shuffle of bottles and jars in the fridge.

"Ready?"

I could hardly breathe so I nodded — vigorously. For a split second, I was dizzy from it, and I laughed.

I heard the crack of a jar lid, so my brain immediately started to sift through the jarred contents of our fridge.

"Turn to the sink," he said.

I turned away from him, my hipbones banging the edge of the counter because I couldn't see.

"What's this?" It was cold of course. Part liquid, part very thick. He smeared it down the back of my leg, and when the coldness hit the back of my knee, I shivered. My nipples spiked, and I ground myself against the edge of the counter.

"I don't know."

"Think — " He moved lower and the muscles along the back of my calf loosened from the manipulation.

I shook my head, distracted by my arousal.

He laughed softly. "Turn around."

I spun around blindly, clutching the sink for balance.

Then cool liquid was running through my hair, down over my face, trickling between my breasts. The sweet, vinegary scent hit me, and I squealed. "Sweet relish!"

He wiped my cheeks with his big hands. "Open your eyes," he commanded.

I opened my eyes as ordered, and he smiled at me, leaning in to kiss me. His fingers found my nipples, and he rubbed them until they stood up in points. Then Jimmy pinched them. The sensation of that pressure coursed through me to pool warmly in my cunt.

He hefted me up so my ass was on the lip of the sink and pulled my thighs wide. I watched him take his cock in hand and give it a few tugs.

I eagerly angled my hips when he stepped forward, and then exhaled slowly as he entered me.

"Good?"

"Fuck, yes," I sighed.

Our bodies met with a wet squishing sound that almost had me coming right out of the gate.

"Good and messy?" he teased. His mouth found mine again, and I kissed him. Then I sucked his tongue, and he growled deeply.

It sent a shiver up my back, that sound of his.

"Yes, yes. You know I like — you know I love it."

"I know. Glad to oblige. Now hush," he said as if speaking to us both.

Jimmy shoved his hands under my ass and slammed into me. Every thrust of his cock filled me, and the base of his prick slammed my tender clit hard enough to make me pant like I'd been running.

I moved up as he drove into me. He pinched me softly, and I jumped but then I was coming, chanting his name over and over as the spasms hit me and swept me under.

Jimmy pulled free of me and then lifted me again. My feet hit the floor, and he turned me to face the window behind the sink. Knocking my legs wide, he grabbed my hips, and slid back into me. I held on to the lip of the counter, listening to the damp sounds of our fucking.

I felt his finger skate down my back, through the swirls of color and food. "Touch yourself," he whispered in my ear.

I obeyed, ramming back to take him and rubbing my clit. When he growled again, I knew we were done. His hands rubbed all the textures and colors along my body, his pelvis banging against my ass as he fucked me.

"Baby," he said.

The word was a giveaway. I pinched my clit, then rubbed it firmly, managing to come again — hard — in time with his orgasm.

The kitchen was quiet and messy and scented with food.

"I'll get the mop. We can clean up."

"Then a shower," I said.

"Then when we're clean — " he said, moving away from me.

"Then what?"

He turned and grinned. "Then I get to fuck you again, of course."

He kept good on that promise.