It's the Real Thing

Samantha and I had been married for about 6 months. We were married in the early 1980's and although both of us worked money was fairly tight. We were lucky that we were able to just afford a new build house. We managed to scrape together the deposit from savings, family and a loan from the house builder. This loan had to be paid off in 2 years, so we were having to save money each month for that. Most of the furniture in the house was second hand, but it did it's job. We had one car between us. It was about 3 years old, and because I had to visit sites for my job with the local authority, they had given me a cheap car loan to buy a reliable car.

We couldn't afford to eat out and takeaways were a very rare treat. We had to plan our meals carefully to fit in with our budget and therefore we would plan ahead the meals for the next 7 days and buy all of the food at the large supermarket nearby on a Saturday morning. We were still in the honeymoon phase exploring living and doing things together. We had not lived together before getting married. In this era both of our sets of parents would have frowned on the idea of us living together before getting married.

We were enjoying being a couple in our own home and controlling our own lives. We went to the supermarket together on a Saturday morning to get the shopping done as quickly as possible. We timed it so that we could do our shop and get back home in time for lunch. It was early summer and quite warm. I was dressed in a tee shirt and jeans and Samantha was dressed in a sleeveless top and a light summer skirt.

The supermarket was always busy on a Saturday morning. They did not have Sunday opening or 24 hour opening then, so the customers were concentrated in to a smaller number of hours. It was never our favourite pastime. Too many screaming kids, people banging in to your ankles with their trolley and long queues at the checkout. It was a relief to finally get out of the supermarket and wheel the trolley across the car park. The car was loaded up with the carrier bags, the trolley was taken back to the trolley park and we could finally leave the hell hole of the supermarket and head off home.

Saturday morning and afternoon was the time for carrying out chores. Once the supermarket shopping was finished, we would have lunch and then get on with cleaning the house and making sure the garden was tidy. Already we had slipped in to a Saturday routine.

We arrived back home and pulled in to the parking bay. We lived in a terrace of houses and so there was no individual parking or driveway in front of the house, you just parked in one of the communal spaces about 30 yards away from our house. We carried the carrier bags of food in to the house and through to the kitchen. We managed to carry all of the bags in one go and as I passed through the front door, I kicked it closed behind me. We always put the shopping away immediately so that we could then prepare lunch and sit down to relax and enjoy that. Soon, all of the shopping was packed away apart from the large 1.5 litre bottle of Coke that would go in to the bottom of a cupboard under the worktop. I reached up for it as I was bent down in front of the cupboard, but being a bit clumsy, I managed to knock it over and it fell to the floor.

I was not worried about knocking it over. It was a plastic bottle, so I knew it would just bounce on the floor. Which it did, but it also landed on the cap of the bottle. Whilst the cap did not come off, the seal around it broke and high pressure Coke came squirting out of the bottle.

The bottle wedged itself against the kitchen units, and a fountain of Coke hit me front on, spraying me from my jeans upwards. I was so shocked initially that I didn't move and the Coke soaked me from my jeans up to my face. As the pressure in the bottle dropped and the spray died down, I turned to see Samantha killing herself with laughter as the Coke dripped from my face and my clothes had suddenly turned several shades darker from the wetness.

At first I didn't quite enjoy the joke, but then a plan formed in my head to get revenge. I picked the Coke bottle up. It was still about 3/4 full. I shook the bottle rapidly, and before Samantha could move far I was spraying her with the super fizzy Coke. Her top rapidly became wet clinging to her breasts, and the skirt became see through as it got soaked. I smiled back at her to replicate the amusement she showed when I got soaked initially. I went to put the bottle on the floor but then shook the bottle again and sprayed the coke up under her skirt, soaking her knickers.

"You sod" she said with a smile on her face. I knew that she was not finished. She would have some sort of revenge. I laid the bottle on the floor between us. It was still about half full, and was still dribbling Coke out through the neck of the bottle. I was daring her to make the next move, to see what would happen. I knew she would not resist the challenge.

She bent over and slowly picked up the bottle. She raised it to her lips and seductively licked at the Coke still oozing out of the bottle. I realised that I was not the only one turned on by being sprayed with Coke. All of a sudden with a twist of her wrist, she fully opened the bottle of coke. The top was dropped as she moved towards me with a wicked look on her face. She raised the bottle high and I realised that she was going to pour the remaining Coke over me if I did not do something about it.

I raised my hands and went to grab the bottle, determined to dump the remaining Coke over her rather than let her do that to me. We both had hold of the bottle up above our heads, and had a wrestling match for a few seconds with the bottle still upright. Then the bottle turned through 90 degrees and the first stream of Coke landed on my head, soaking my hair and running down my face again. I fought back and managed to turn the bottle so that it pointed at Samantha. The Coke now poured out on to her her hair, turning it from light to dirty blonde.

She screamed out as the Coke hit her, and I couldn't help but notice that her nipples were very erect and poking through her wet bra and top. By this time we had moved together as we struggled and the Coke was pouring out over both of us. To be honest, I was getting less interested in avoiding the Coke any more and more turned on by struggling with Sam in her wet clothes. As the bottle finally emptied we let go of it and it fell to the floor.

Our hands remained on each other. Sam had a burning passionate look in her eyes, and I pulled her closer to me and I started to kiss her fiercely. She kissed back and pushed her tongue into my mouth. Our tongues duelled together for a while and eventually we came up for air. I leaned back for a second, surveying the carnage around us, but then put that to the back of my mind and started licking off some of the Coke that was still dribbling down her face. She moaned as I did this.

We were standing against the kitchen units, my body pushing against hers. I was licking her cheeks and chin. I could feel my hard cock pushing against her pussy and Sam was was pushing back against me. As I licked her face clean my hands started to move across her wet top, reaching her firm breasts and playing with the erect nipples. This made her moan even more and she started rubbing her pussy against my cock. There were 4 layers of wet clothing between us, but her intention was clear. This was turning her on a lot and we were going to fuck in that wet kitchen.

We slid to the floor, sitting in the pool of Coke. Normally I would have recoiled from the messiness of it all, but lust had got hold of my senses and it didn't matter any more. I was desperately trying to pull up her top so that I could get to undo her bra. The wetness of the top made it very difficult to move the top, but eventually I got it up around her neck and could reach round to undo her bra.

I was so eager to feel her naked breasts that I did not bother removing the top and bra completely. I just lifted the bra up and mauled her breasts, feeling the wetness and the hardness of her nipples. Sam meanwhile was stroking my cock and desperately trying to get in to my jeans. Of course these were soaked and difficult to deal with. Eventually she undid the button and pulled down the zip. Her hand shot inside, stroking my hard cock through the wet underpants.

We were now rolling around on the floor in a puddle of Coke, not caring. My clothes felt clammy on me from the wetness but the heat of sexual desire obliterated any concerns I had about.

Sam was grasping my cock and wanking it through my wet underpants. I scooped up some Coke and massaged her breasts with it. I then leant over and started licking the sticky sweet liquid off her breasts. I licked all around her breasts and sucked her hard nipples. I couldn't resist nipping her nipples with my teeth.

Sam wanted to get hold of me without the interference of my clothes. "For god's sake John get those jeans off". Her terseness betrayed her arousal. I pulled away a bit and started pulling the jeans down my legs. It was not an easy task as the wet denim stuck to my legs and I also had to pull my shoes off.

I could see that Sam was pulling her top and bra off over her head. "Get rid of your knickers too Sam, I want to lick you there". After a lot of struggling my jeans were off and Sam was topless. Shortly afterwards her wet knickers were thrown across the room. Sam still had her skirt bunched around her waist and my tee shirt was still plastered on my body, but we wasted no more time.

Sam was leaning back on her elbows looking at me. I leant forward and bent my head down to her pussy. I licked all the way along her wet hairless slit. She was very wet, partly from the Coke and partly from her arousal. As I licked her she let out an erotic moan of pleasure. I licked again and this time pushed my tongue against her lips, parting them and sliding in a little. As I did this, Sam started moving round across the wet floor and I felt her mouth engulf my hard cock.

We were in a sideways 69. I traced my fingers along Sam's pussy and followed with my tongue. I could taste the sweetness of the Coke as well as the musky taste of her arousal. Sam had scooped up some of the Coke in her hand and dribbled it down over the head of my cock. There was still a small amount of fizz left in the Coke and it was an unusual but erotic fizzing feeling on my cock. As I was registering this feeling Sam sank her mouth on to my cock, sucking all the remnants of the Coke off as she bobbed her head up and down.

I started to finger fuck Sam and stroke her clit simultaneously. My movements were a bit uneven as the feelings from the blow job were preventing me from fully concentrating on the task. However, Sam's arousal and my dexterity with my fingers combined and suddenly Sam pulled her mouth of my cock to scream loudly as her orgasm ripped through her body.

She lay there for a minute or two, holding my wet cock and trying to get her breathing back to somewhere near normal. Then with a glint in her eye she looked at me and said "Fuck me John. Fuck me now".

She lay back and spread her legs and I slid around to get between her legs. I knelt over her and she guided my cock to her opening. My wet cock slid easily in to her. I started to slowly fuck her. I knew that I was very aroused from the blow job, so didn't want to cum straight away, but Sam had other ideas. She wrapped her legs around my hips so she could urge me on to fuck her harder. She was in no mood for a long drawn out fuck.

I got the message and speeded up. I was leaning on my elbows with my hands still playing with her tits. She seemed to like it when I pinched her nipples. It was slippy on the floor, so there was some sliding around, but eventually we got in to a position where my legs were braced against the bottom of the cupboards. This gave me enough support to thrust as hard as I wanted against Sam, and my hands held her in place.

One of her arms was out to the side, playing with the Coke on the floor, and every now and then she would dribble some Coke over my back. We were making a squelching sound on the floor as I thrust in to her.

Sam was in the zone and giving me a running commentary. "Come on you dirty fucker, plough that greedy wet cunt of mine. Push that big cock of yours in and out of my smooth pussy. Let me have that gorgeous spunk of yours."

The combination of the spontaneity, the filthy wet sex and Sam's running commentary were getting to me. I could feel my balls swell and I knew I was about to cum. At the last moment I pulled my cock out of Sam. My spunk squirted out, firstly all over her pussy and then further up her body on to her stomach and breasts.

"Oh you dirty spunky bastard". Sam felt the spunk shoot on to her pussy and vigorously rubbed it in to her clit, cumming for the second time. Sam was slowly coming down from cloud nine as I lay down beside her. Her stomach and breasts looked like an abstract painting with the jagged lines of white cum across her.

I scooped a little of the Coke from the floor and dripped it on to her breasts, and then massaged the mixture of Coke and cum in to a gooey mess on her tits. Sam grasped my hand and pulled it to her mouth where she proceeded to lick each one of my fingers clean before licking the palm of my hand. She then turned to me and gave me a very wet sloppy kiss.

We lay there for a little while, our bodies cooling down. It was going to be a hell of a job clearing up all of the Coke, but for those few minutes we did not care about the consequences, we were just remembering the hot hot sex we had. We would remember that in future, not the cleaning up afterwards.