Charity begins at home

[messyalan]

For years I have enjoyed getting messy but then I met the girl of my dreams and settled down into a blissful married life. I still indulged my messy habits in private but never dared mention my fetish to my wife as I suppose I was ashamed although there was no real reason to be ashamed. What changed things was a combination of events and perfect timing. It all came about on a fantastic evening where we had been out for a lovely romantic meal and then returned home and opened a bottle of wine. Soon we had removed each others clothes and we lay in front of the fire with the radio on in the background whilst we kissed and petted. As we lay relaxing we heard some tales on the radio about things people did for charity as it was fast approaching Children in Need. (A National UK charity fundraiser).
They were discussing the abundance of people who sit in a bath of baked beans for charity and I took the initiative and said, "That sounds like fun!"
Claire looked at me as if I was going mad, "You seriously think sitting in beans would be fun?"
Not wishing to lose the momentum I added, "Think of how naughty it would be."
"I really can't see how sitting naked in cold beans would be any fun even if it was for charity". She said and I began to lose heart.
Still trying to keep it going I said, "Oh I don't think they would do it naked, especially in public. They would probably would be wearing a swimming costume or some old clothes."
"I still don't think I would do it." She said and I realised it wasn't going to happen although I had never been very optimistic to start with.
We lay listening to the music for some time drinking more wine and then she said, "What would you pay for someone to sit a bath of beans for charity?"
"It depends who it was. A bloke in a pair of swimming trunks would get a couple quid but a blonde in a gown and heels would get£20 at least" I said, surprised at my own confidence.
"What if I did it?" she asked.
"I would pay anything you ask but the chances of that happening are as likely as me running a marathon." and with that we retired to bed, pissed.
The next morning we both woke feeling jaded but I came round quickly over breakfast when Claire said I better get in training for the marathon as Children in Need was only two weeks away. And with that she went off to work.
Over the next few days I tried to see if she was serious about me running a marathon and therefore her bathing in beans but she laughed off any questions and I was none the wiser. However, with a week to go I decided if I didn't take the plunge it would never happen and I set about planning for the night. After all I could only look stupid!
I very quickly realised this wasn't going to be easy. The first task was to find some beans and I eventually managed to borrow a friends trade card and purchase twenty large catering tins of beans. I realised the bath was not going to be a good place as it would be difficult to clean out so I bought a kids paddling pool. Then I had an inspiration and bought a portable water heating element to warm the beans. What a genius.
I decided to take the Friday off work to get things ready and I am glad I did as it took ages to set the pool up in the spare bedroom and heat the beans. As it got nearer the time for Claire to get home I started to get nervous. Would she do it and how should I broach the subject. Eventually I decided I would greet her sitting in the beans and so I put on a pair of white boxers, pale trousers and a white shirt and waited for her to return. As I heard her key in the door I stepped in and sat down. I must admit the warm beans were lovely and I called out to Claire that I was upstairs.
She walked in and stopped, "Oh My God! What the hell are you doing?"
I was more than a bit taken aback. I must have got it wrong. "I'm sorry. I thought you might want to get in for charity."
"Do you seriously think I would ruin these clothes in that mess?" and I must admit that she was right as she was dressed in a black two piece suit beautifully tailored with a white blouse, dark nylons, high heel velvet shoes and a small black shoulder bag.
Trying to rescue something I said, "No dear, maybe you could change?"
I am going downstairs and you can get out, shower and put on some clean clothes. We are going out to get away from the smell of beans. Tomorrow I expect that whole lot out of there." and with that she turned and stomped downstairs.
Realising I had got it wrong I stood and stripped off the clothes which I left in the pool and headed for the bathroom. After the shower I headed for the bedroom and started to dress but realising tonight was going to be a bit tense to say the least. I decided to make a bit of an effort and put on some new white boxers, my newish grey suit, pale blue shirt and red tie along with some nice black shoes. Putting my phone in my pocket I slipped my watch on and I was ready.
Just as I was heading for the door I heard Claire coming upstairs and she met me on the landing. "You look great. New clothes are they?"
I sensed a lightening of the mood and smiled. "The suit is nearly new as are the shoes and the rest are brand new. Why?"
Taking her hand from behind her back she produced some bank notes. "Because this £50 says you are going back into the beans."
I was gob smacked but had some sense left, "Dressed like this you mean?" but she just nodded.
When I protested they might get damaged she continued, "If the beans don't ruin them then I will!" and she pushed me towards the spare room.
I sort of liked the idea but it was still quite daunting to think of what was going to happen. "Can I take my watch off?"
"If you want." and I did just that and took my phone out of my pocket as well. "Here, give them to me." she said holding her hand out. I did as I was told only to see her throw both into the pool. "In you get bastard! I'll teach you to think you can mess me up."
I had never heard her like this and it was arousing but slightly unnerving. I stepped gingerly into the beans and felt the sauce flow inside one shoe and then the other. Claire stood there glaring and I sank down into a sitting position enjoying the warm sauce.
"Rub those beans all over. I want everything covered in them."
Realising everything was ruined anyway I relaxed and started to ladle the beans over my jacket and shirt as well as over my head. Once I was completely covered I went to get out.
As I got to my feet she said, "Oh no. I told you everything was to be ruined and I meant it. Hold this." she said and handed me her handbag which I took without thinking. Then to my utter amazement she wriggled her tight skirt up to reaveal stockings before stepping over the edge of the pool into the beans.
Straightening her skirt she opened her handbag and I saw the usual collection of ladies essentials which, one by one, she took out, looked at then dropped into the pool. I watched with my mouth open as make-up, brush, diary, tissues, purse and even phone sank into the beans before she found a pair of scissors. She then made a show of closing the bag before snipping the strap and it fell into the beans.
Reaching out she snipped through my tie before attempting to cut my suit jacket. The scissors were not really up to it but did enough damage to ruin it forever. I shrugged it off my shoulders only to have my shirt ripped open by Claire scattering buttons everywhere. She then undid my belt and cut through the waistband of my trousers and down one leg revealing my orange stained boxers. She then handed me the scissors and made me hold my boxers out while she ladled beans in over my already rampant prick.
I then had a better idea of where things were going when she dropped to her knees coating her lovely skirt in orange sauce. She then cut off my boxers and took my prick in her lips. It was extremely difficult to hold myself in check as she ran her tongue along my shaft. Luckily she didn't do that for long before turning and sitting back in the beans. Slowly she lay back and went right under soaking her lovely hair. Then she took my hand and pulled me down so I was sitting astride her. Handing me the scissors it was obvious what was required.
I nearly came as I started to cut that beautiful skirt. It fell open revealing the stocking tops and a pair of delightfully small, once white, undies. I then grasped the tails of the blouse and ripped it apart revealing a lovely lacy bra stained orange forever. A small cut between the cups despatched that and I snapped the little straps at the side of her knickers to reveal her naked body.
We then made love in the beans which was noisy and sexy but we definitely both enjoyed it.
The next day turned out to not be a cleaning up day as it was supposed to be!

[parkvilla]

What can be said, brilliant, wicked, both outfits destroyed,HEAVEN