Darcie's Muddy Rescue: Part 2

I can't believe that I had to split this into two parts. We got back to Jared and Olivia's house. Jared fired up the grill and Olivia headed for the kitchen to make up other food. Skylar and I went in and insisted that she let us help even though she wanted us to stay outside with the men and the girls. The cookout was pretty normal if you call sitting in someone's backyard looking like you'd just been rescued from a deserted island normal. Jared and Olivia could have changed and so could we, but since Skylar was stuck in what she wore in the mud, it seemed like it was an unwritten rule that the rest of us stayed in what we were wearing too. It worked out better for everyone anyway.

We had plenty of beer, plenty of margaritas and Jared even showed off his home bar by mixing up some Long Island ice teas for those of us wanting to just jump right to stupid. Of course that meant not leaving for home until they had worn off. I was sort of surprised that no one started a watermelon war when it was served. I guess everyone was too hungry to waste it after we had forgotten to take lunch with us to the mud run.

Olivia brought her I-Pad out and we showed Skylar what really being overdressed for swimming meant. (Last chapter) We showed her both Olivia's drown the gown pictures and video and then the second trash the dress skit she did with all of us to kick off our business. Skylar saw You Tubes of our wedding in the pouring rain and the resulting insanity, our trash the dress with Beth, Ashley and I getting messy and finally our actual wedding pictures that I insisted be taken right after the ceremony looking just as we were while it was still pouring rain on us.

My gosh! Skylar exclaimed. Your mascara and eye shadow are running all over your face and your hair is a total wreck! Why didn't you want to try to save your dress and tux and take these when it was nice out?

I remember Kellie giving me that exact choice. It's not unusual actually. I've even heard of cases where brides have gone out and bought a duplicate or similar dress and made their bridesmaids do the same thing just to get pictures after some accident ruined the real ones during the ceremony. Talk about a bridezilla. It's bad enough that so many couples want their party and guests to pay for a trip to a destination wedding.

Because that wouldn't have been my wedding, I replied. Being wet or getting messy just seemed to naturally follow me around and always seemed to play some part in the best times I have. It poured down rain on us in buckets once the ceremony started and we got soaked to the bone, but it still was the happiest day of my life. Why would I ever want my pictures to lie about what the wedding was really like? I wouldn't change a single moment of that day if I could. I look at that picture of all of us lined up, smiling through the cloudburst with water running off of our clothes in streams, all of us girls' hairdos ruined and plastered to our heads and our mascara running down our faces like war paint, and I just want to relive that day over and over.

I guess I understand, Skylar said.

Don't feel bad, Olivia comforted. I didn't understand it that day either. Back then I was an uptight, high-maintenance sort of gal.

But you just did a photo and video session that destroyed your gown too! Skylar exclaimed.

That was before I got to know Darcie really well and figured out her outlook on life was why things always seemed to be going so well between her and Jim. I'd still be uptight and high maintenance and Jared and I would still be getting on each other's nerves if it wasn't for her.

You're giving me way too much credit, I answered.

Well you both certainly struck me as people who know how to have a good time no matter what today, Skylar said.

We all sat there smiling and I thought I should say something to break the tension before Olivia or I ended up teary-eyed. The girls were already on the trampoline. Hey, I though you said we could try out that new trampoline. The girls are the only ones having any fun with it right now!

Well let's get in there! Olivia said. We pulled Skylar up out of her chair and headed that way.

Jim and Jared started in the other direction. Don't tell me you two are afraid, I said.

Uh, no, Jim stammered. It's already going to be pretty crowded in there with all six of you and we wanted to get our cameras so we can take better pictures than our phones can.

Right! Skylar may have looked convinced by that answer, but Olivia and I knew our husbands too well. They were up to something. No sense worrying about it. We'd find out what they had in store for us soon enough.

We opened the cage that surrounded the trampoline and climbed in with the girls. Of course we older girls had problems that the younger ones didn't, especially Skylar and Olivia who weren't in bras, but no one acted like she cared. We three older ones were on our way to drunk and I felt sillier than usual, but it did occur to me that it was taking those guys a long time to get whatever they wanted to do set up.

After about ten minutes of wondering where they were, they both appeared coming toward us from opposite ends of the house. They had their cameras all right. Each one of them also had a garden hose. Well what do men usually do when they have a bunch of females trapped on a trampoline? We all started to scream, knowing we were in for another soaking. Now we had two alternatives. We could all try to squeeze through the little gate that was in the safety netting that trapped us. In which case we'd all be sitting ducks and get drenched anyway. Or we could just go on jumping like we didn't care and take what was coming to us. Either way we ended up soaked again, so why bother trying to get out? Our clothes were just a little damp by now, but they were still our wrecked muddin' clothes from earlier. Getting soaked again wasn't going to hurt any of us.

The guys held their cameras up set to video and opened up on us from both sides. Paula, Carly and Bailey all squealed and so did Skylar, Olivia and I.

I can't believe how dirty you girls got today! Jared said. You need another bath!

They sprayed around and got all of us a little and then concentrated on one of us with both hoses until we were all drenched. Even though it was early evening by now, it was still really hot. Getting soaked another time felt really good. It's too bad they didn't have a pool.

Olivia grabbed onto the netting and faced Jared. There's room for two more in hereAggh! She only got that far before Jared nailed her in the face. Jim started spraying her from the back and we were hurting ourselves laughing while poor Olivia refused to give up ground and hung onto the net with her eyes clenched shut. She occasionally took big gasps for breath and nearly drowned when Jared would spray her open mouth.

STOP! she screamed, choking back her own guttural laughter. Jared would start spraying her lower and she'd start to say something and he would nail her right in the face again. She played her part nearly perfectly. She looked pretty annoyed at times when she wasn't busy laughing.

He and Jim finally stopped spraying. Are you done now? she demanded.

Jared gave her one more quick squirt in the face making her shriek again. Maybe, he said.

Olivia brushed her bedraggled hair from her eyes, gave him one of those What am I going to do with you? grins, and said, I wanted to know if you two were ever going to get in here or were you just going to squirt pretty girls all day?

Paula, Carly and Bailey all giggled at that remark and Olivia suddenly realized that in some circles, her comment might have been taken as inappropriate. However we'd all been drinking and we also all knew she didn't mean any harm by it.

Jim acted like it went right over his head. Oh, I guess we might be persuaded to get in there, he replied. They propped their cameras that were still recording on the picnic table facing the trampoline and then Jared pulled wire ties out of his pocket and they used them to tie the hoses to the netting. They locked their hose nozzles on and climbed up onto the wet trampoline with us. Soon it was all eight of us who were jumping, dripping and laughing.

Jim kept letting the girls push him in front of the hose to get nailed directly. I started to get that same turned on feeling that I got earlier watching them play in the mud together. Olivia confessed later having the same result when Jared had joined in tossing the girls through the air into the mud. Now before anyone gets bent out of shape, our affections were directed at our MEN! It's the kind of turn on a woman gets just before she tosses her pills away. She's seen how much her man loves kids. (Maybe some foreshadow there for anyone paying attention!)

We all jumped long enough to get thoroughly water-logged and then left the trampoline and the hoses to the girls. We sloshed back over to the picnic table where plenty of cold adult beverages awaited us.

I'd better cut it off here if I'm going to drive back this evening, Jim said.

Even though Olivia had been raised as a feminist, her recent transformation allowed the southern girl in her out more and more often. Jim Sutton, you should know better than to think I'm going to let you drive all the way back to Dallas tonight! she exclaimed, her accent, which she still managed to keep in check, flowing out with all of its charm. There is no reason to stop enjoying yourself because NO ONE is leaving here tonight and that's final!

Well I know when Darcie starts scolding me like that I may as well give up because she's going to get her way no matter what, Jim said chuckling. He motioned to Jared who poured him another Long Island from the pitcher he'd made.

Does that apply to me? Skylar asked.

We've all been pounding them pretty heavy since we got here, Olivia confessed. I'd feel a lot better if everyone just stayed here tonight. We've got plenty of space and plenty of p.j.'s.

Well since I have no one to get home to, fill me up too, Jared! Skylar said, giving in and handing Jared her glass.

Hey Jim, we almost forgot that dessert we fixed up! Jared said.

Why don't you boys let me get it? Olivia asked, giving me a knowing glance that said, Here we go again!

No, no, no! Jim shot back. You ladies just stay here and relax. We've got it.

We let them get away with setting us up when we knew they were going to splatter us with mud. We let them get away with setting us up when we knew they were going to dump us off the ski tubes. We let them get away with shoving us off the swim raft at the beach over and over, but that doesn't really count because we kept climbing back up and daring them. We let them set us up to get us soaking wet again on the trampoline. We both knew what they were up to the moment Jared mentioned dessert but why stop letting them get away with wrecking us now? They seemed to be having so much fun with it and we definitely were. Being mean to me is my favorite way for Jim to say, I love you.

They ran into the kitchen and started bringing out coolers. Olivia and I were sitting with our backs to the back door, but Skylar could see everything they were doing.

Whatever you do, don't react to them, Olivia warned her.

We heard the back door open and close one last time and then one of the coolers opened up. Skylar's mouthed formed a shocked O and I heard a quiet Shhh! behind me.

Despite still being dripping wet, as I heard footsteps right behind me, I said, They better not be planning to get us any messier. Aren't I just the most perfect straight man?

Splat! The lights went out and my head was instantly engulfed in a banana cream and chocolate cream sandwich. From the muffled Mlph! I heard on my right, Olivia had suffered the same fate. The plates fell away and Olivia and I turned toward each other and then all the way around to face our attackers as she spoke. So Darcie, what do you think the guys have in mind for dessert? she asked sarcastically.

Skylar gave a gasp of disbelief and then started laughing. You guys are nuts! she said.

The guys were already back at the coolers and digging around. I figured we'd let them nail us one more time before we responded. Jared had one pie but Jim strangely had two. Is that our private stash? Olivia asked.

We'll make more, Jared replied and plastered her in the face.

I had spun my feet around and was now facing the house. I stuck my finger up comically and said, Jim Sutton! You hit me with another pie and I'llMlph! The pink-tinted Kool Whip pie exploded in my face to silence my protest.

If only Skylar had kept her mouth shut. You guys keep a stash of pies for food fights? This I gotta see! she blurted out.

My pleasure! Jim said and shifted the other pie to his throwing arm. Skylar was absolutely oblivious to how she'd set herself up until she saw it coming at her and just got her eyes clenched shut before it plastered her. He really let her have it. It exploded out all sides of the pie pan into Skylar's hair, which like everyone else's was a total wreck anyway, around her head and down onto her cleavage and top. I think he shocked Olivia who shrieked and then lost it in cackling laughter.

JIM! I shouted, trying to really sound pissed but hearing my own laughter cracking through. Ordinarily he never would have done that to someone unless he knew they wouldn't care. He could hit Olivia, or Debbie or Beth for that matter, all day long and they'd just laugh at him. But we'd just met Skylar and even though she'd come along for every silly thing we'd done today, we'd had to twist her arm more than once. The only defense he offered later was that Jared's Long Island iced teas were VERY strong.

Well she said she wanted to see it! Jim pleaded. He was trying hard not to lose it himself. Jared was trying even harder.

Luckily Skylar had several of Jared's concoctions too because instead of getting mad, she was giggling behind the mask of colored Kool Whip. She clumsily wiped her eyes and face clean and dropped globs down onto her top and skirt, which were probably going to be thrown away after today anyway. She pulled herself up from the picnic table bench saying, Oh, you did not just do that! and immediately headed for the coolers with Olivia and me right behind her. However Jim and Jared got there first.

Jim grabbed a runny chocolate syrup pie and shoved it into Skylar's face as she ran up to him and said, Yeah, I'm pretty sure I did!

Now either Skylar had never seen a pie video, or The Three Stooges for that matter, or she simply set herself up for that one on purpose because even as Jim brought the pie up to her face, she kept coming and helped him by letting her own momentum thoroughly slam it hard into her face. The chocolate syrup ran down her front and dripped off the hem of her denim mini-skirt. Jared finished Skylar with a butterscotch cream over the top of her head. She just stood there and laughed through her closed lips and let him grind the pie and crust into her wet hair. It got me just a little excited to watch the guys pieing a stranger and her just letting them get away with it.

Jim and Jared stepped back and let us arm ourselves. They were both good sports about letting us retaliate too. Jared stood by while Olivia plastered his face but good. Then Skylar got hold of a blue-tinted Kool Whip pie and I got a yellow one. Jim half-heartedly backed away. See how you like a 'sandwich', I stated and Skylar and I slammed our pies into each side of his head.

We dropped the plates and I leaned forward. Forgetting about the girls playing just over my shoulder, I licked pie off Jim's cheek and said, Mmmmm; you taste good, you Yankee boy! For a second, it looked like Skylar wanted to do the same thing to his other side. It had to have been the margaritas and Long Islands, but I probably would have let her if she'd tried. Not any further than that, mind you, but I was pretty drunk by that point and getting him hot and bothered by two girls would have served him right for how mean he'd been to us all day.

That was when we heard the dripping wet trio come clamoring down from the trampoline, giggling and running our way. Food fight! Carly yelled. We were instantly reminded that this needed to be kept at least PG.

Now I have to stop here and plead drunkenness for any of us even starting anything with them around. Getting all wet or muddy together was nothing for us to do as a family, but you can check back through the stories; pie fights were always an adult activity because in one way or another they always led to adult activities for someone. They knew we had a playroom downstairs but since we always cleaned up after ourselves and they were allowed to take their toys down there and play with their friends, they never thought twice about it. Now here we were pieing each other right in front of them. We all just needed to be careful and make sure it was kept innocent messy fun. No pieing boobs or behinds!

Paula got there first thanks to her longer legs. She grabbed a pie and let Carly's momentum as she ran up smash her own face right into it. Then she got poor Bailey. She laughed at both of them to add insult to injury.

Jim and I were squared off and about to plaster each other when I motioned toward our smug oldest daughter.

Hey! That wasn't very nice! Jim said. He lowered the pie to right in front of Paula's face and before she could run off he grabbed the back of her head and forced her face into the waiting banana cream from behind.

Yeah! Pick on somebody your own size! I added and slapped my chocolate cream in her face as soon as the other plate fell.

We weren't paying attention and heard, YOU pick on somebody YOUR own size! Jim and I were next to each other and Skylar reached around us both and smashed a couple of tinted Kool Whip pies in our faces. She seemed to be enjoying herself pretty well. OH NO! I immediately heard her yell and when I got my eyes clear saw that Jared had plopped a chocolate syrup pie onto the top of her head. Skylar was getting a lot of those and this one ran evenly down all sides of her. Her camisole tank top and denim mini-skirt were nearly as brown now as they had been earlier that day when we found her covered with mud. Her braless tits were very pronounced through the thin fabric which was still soaked from the hose earlier and now with chocolate syrup. The guys had noticed. Of course we fun, low maintenance ladies always forgive our men for that sort of thing. The girls were around too, but they'd seen me in the pond in a shirt without a bra dozens of times. They were too busy trying to hit everyone with pies to take much notice anyway.

Jared and Olivia's private stash was for two people to have fun with so an eight-person free-for-all went through it pretty fast, even though we all got covered well. There were only five left when I noticed Bailey, covered in pie, off to the side sort of pouting.

What's wrong, I asked although I was pretty sure I knew.

I didn't get to hit anybody in the face! she replied. Being the shortest I could see how that was a challenge. She did get me in the butt several times! It was either the most convenient target for her or we weren't as careful about keeping our little pie fights to ourselves as we thought!

I handed her a chocolate cream and knelt down in front of her. Pointing to my face with both hands I dared her, Lemme' have it right here!

Splat! Turning into a country girl, skipping rocks and playing baseball with the boys had given the little girl and arm! She walloped me but good!

Olivia picked up a purple-tinted Kool Whip and gave it to Bailey as she knelt down. I'll have a pie now, sweetie!

Splat! Bailey nailed her with the same ferocity. Everyone was lucky that she was so short or she would have plastered all of us earlier if she'd gotten the chance.

Skylar stepped up and handed her a banana cream. Don't leave me out! Let me have it!

Splat! Skylar even knew how to ask for a pie in the face. She must have had older brothers who watched The Three Stooges too.

Jim nudged Paula and I saw her flash an expression that said, I guess I have to. She gave Bailey a pink-tinted Kool Whip pie and said, I got you first thing. It's only fair for you to get me now.

Splat! Paula giggled behind the plate before it fell from her face.

Jim picked up the last one, another chocolate cream, and knelt down to give it to her. For this last one, you can choose anyone here you like, he said and swept his hand around to gesture to all of us glop-covered combatants. Who's it going to be?

Splat! She shoved the chocolate cream in Jim's face to the surprise of no one. Why you little sneak! he exclaimed and whisked her up tickling her. She giggled and wiggled in his arms. Watching him covered in pie and being silly with her, I got that feeling again that I was beginning to call maternal horniness wanting him to take me to make a baby. Well we HAVE been married for over a year! He's going to knock me up eventually! Then again, to make a baby, he's going to have to put it where it belongs more often than where he likes it. (I spoil him!) On the other hand, after I get pregnant, I hear swallowing is good for morning sickness. I have my doubts, but if it's true, somebody's in for a fun nine months! (Like I need that as an excuse.) God, I must still be dunk if a paragraph that started out about a cute exchange between Jim and Bailey ended up talking about pregnant women giving blow jobs.

Well the giant pie fight led to a giant hose down but we were all still soaked from earlier so what did it matter? This was beginning to feel like one of those days just like the wedding where being soaked and messy eventually felt more normal than dry and clean.

If we're going to stay all wet out here, we may as well get the rest of the way clean, Olivia said and ducked into the house to return with shampoo and shower gel. We all got an outdoor shower, (with our clothes still on). It was just like the old days at home except instead of actually having Dad's outdoor shower to rinse off in, I stood there while Jim sprayed me. But it's no secret by now that I really like that; right? I'd gotten used to my shipwrecked hair but it felt good to get some shampoo through it and start the process of getting it clean. It would take a long hot shower and a lot more shampoo at home to finish the job.

After that, the girls took one of the hoses back to the trampoline and Olivia, Skylar and I agreed to help Jim and Jared get the remaining mud rinsed out of the Blazers' interiors. Helping consisted of the three of us sitting in the Blazers while Jim videoed Jared spraying the interior and us with the hose and us yelling, Woo Hoo! every time we got nailed. It seemed a lot funnier when we were drunk!

The mud wasn't coming off with just the hose, so we finally did actually help. Olivia went and got a couple of car wash buckets, some rags and scrub brushes and we washed down the interiors. Lucky they were vinyl and rubber. The finale was one of the guys drenching us, (like we weren't totally waterlogged!) with our soapy buckets and another excuse for a hose rinse off.

They tried to put the tops back on, but we were all too uncoordinated by that point and figured we'd either break something or hurt ourselves. Leaving them open to dry out overnight was probably better anyway.

The water fight raged on after that with every bucket and bowl we could find. A neighbor couple started to watch us. I told Olivia, I'm not used to having an audience when we get crazy in the backyard. What's the etiquette? Do we invite them to join us?

Don't bother, she replied. They think we've lost our minds since things started loosening up around here.

Around midnight we finally shut the water off and Olivia brought out towels for everyone. We got the girls ready for bed first. They reused the nightgowns they had from the night before at the motel. Jim put the pair of boxers back on and I recycled my nightshirt. Olivia loaned Skylar one of her gowns. She got their guest bedroom. The girls were in sleeping bags in the living room and Jim and I got an air mattress out on the screened in patio. We didn't mind being outside. I grew up sleeping open air remember and being on the patio meant we didn't have to sneak past anyone for what is coming up. Oops! Am I giving things away?

Well what is coming up is for those of you who didn't just give my Rated-PG-so-far story one star and give up. Jim and I both tried to go right to sleep, but it was no use. I felt him press a hard cock into my leg when he pressed up against me. I reached over and began to caress it and he slid a hand up between my legs and did the same for me. It was a warm, humid night and when it was really quiet and sounded like most everyone was asleep, I whispered to Jim, Want to go back outside?

Now Olivia and Jared's house was in a neighborhood, but the houses weren't completely on top of each other and there were plenty of mature trees to give privacy except for that one spot where those neighbors could see us and they'd gone inside. As long as we didn't wake anyone up in the house, I was confident no one would see us running around outside in nothing but a pair of knit boxers and a nightshirt, a long t-shirt really, that stopped mid-thigh.

We sat at the picnic table and made out for a while, continuing our mutual hand jobs. Jim got up and said, Come on. I've got an idea.

He turned on the hose that was closest to the trampoline and propped the nozzle in the netting.

Didn't we do that enough earlier? I asked, knowing full well that I'd be in there jumping and getting soaked.

We didn't get to do it by ourselves, He chided and climbed through the little gate in the net. He offered his hand to help me up and I rolled my eyes and accepted it. He immediately pulled me right into the spray and we held hands and started jumping.

Try not to be too loud, I cautioned.

I saw him grinning and realized at the same time that my nightshirt was flipping all the way up to my waist. The water so far had only sprayed me in the back so I turned around and let it totally soak me. My wet shirt sticking to me fixed the riding up problem, but I could hear Jim laughing even harder. Apparently my ass looked good to him as the thin night shirt, pale pink in color, was totally transparent.

I turned around to face him again, still jumping, with my front now totally soaked. There is nothing like a pair of flopping, braless 34C's covered only by a thin wet t-shirt to get a reaction out of a guy. Of course if that guy is my husband and I'm letting everything flop with a goofy clueless smile on my face, that reaction is to fall on the trampoline laughing and bouncing along as I keep jumping.

This was all your idea, I coyly reminded him.

I know; I know, he said composing himself and getting to his feet. It wasn't easy because I wouldn't stop jumping and he fell back down several times.

I suppose by some definition of the word fair he deserved to get even with me for that. We started jumping together. Even though it was about one-thirty in the morning, the hose still felt good. I started a pattern. I'd jump on my feet for three times and the fourth time I'd throw my arms up over my head and drop onto my butt. Big mistake! Jim let me do it seven or eight times and then on the next time he reached forward and grabbed the bottom of the night shirt and yanked up. Before I could even think to bring my arms down and stop him, the night shirt was over my head and being flung over the netting.

You're an ass! I cried. Of course I should have known. We can't seem to do anything anymore without me losing my cloths outdoors! Oh, who am I trying to kid? I knew this was going to happen the moment he headed over to the trampoline. I had a good idea as soon as he agreed to come outside with me. Well I guess I must be getting used to it by now because I got back to my feet and started jumping again totally naked. The backyard was secluded enough. My wet nightshirt didn't hide anything anyway. Jared and Olivia's bedroom was on this side of the house, but they'd both seen me this way. The girls and Skylar were on the other side so hopefully it wouldn't wake them up. At least he didn't have a pond to sink my nightshirt in!

Jim laughed at my nonchalant attitude at being stripped naked. I just grinned at him and spun around as I jumped to let the house spray me all over. The thrill of being in a situation where I could get caught combined with the pleasant feeling of the hose spraying my naked body and my submission to Jim since he still had something covering part of him started to get me really horny. However that submission part was about to change!

Jim had been leaning against the netting just watching me. (Well he's my husband! It's my duty to put on a good show for him once in a while!) He finally started jumping with me again. He kept getting a little closer and I waited to make my move. He got close enough that every couple of jumps, he'd give my tits a squeeze. Well if he could reach me, then I could reach him. I waited until he was on his way up and grabbed for the waistband of his knit boxers. I yanked them down and toward me before he knew what was happening.

Hey! he yelled when his legs flipped out from underneath him on his way back down. He hit the trampoline on his back with his legs up and my hands still holding his boxers. With his feet up in the air, it was nothing to yank his underwear the rest of the way off. Jim recovered quickly and nearly got them back but I was just fast enough to toss them over the side of the net.

Serves you right, 'Nature Boy'! I teased. I'd seen the tent his shaft was pitching in the moonlight through the wet boxers. Remember, knit boxers are the men's equivalent of a wet t-shirt! Now it was exposed in all of its glory. However I knew a great place to hide it!

He was still on his butt snickering at me and I dove on top of him. Anyone who catches us will think we were at it anyway, I said. May as well get caught in the act.

Yes, I know the girls were all asleep in the house, but they've been asleep in the house when we've been out in the pond too. I was hoping that the day had worn them out. We were also still not thinking clearly from the many adult beverages we'd consumed.

Jim replied, I like your thinking.

He rolled over on top of me and started to kiss and caress me. Well I wasn't having any of that! I'd really wanted him at least three times today and couldn't have him and then he ruined my plan to get laid on the picnic table by getting me in here. I was ready to go.

Sweetie, just go for it already! I teased. I let you get me naked in a friend's backyard. That should be your signal that I don't need any warm up.

I usually let him find his own way, but I wanted him to know just how ready I was so I reached between his legs and grabbed that tool of his and began to guide it just where I wanted it.

He was enjoying it. Is someone a little desperate? he asked, chuckling. I had his cock contacting my pussy lips, but he was down just far enough that I couldn't get it inside.

Oh, shut up and fuck me already! I demanded.

Yes, my horny little slut, he replied and thrust forward, still snickering.

Oh, yes! I gasped as it glided through my fingers and up into me. Even I didn't realize how horny I was until he fell into a rhythm and the trampoline quietly squeaked as it gave with his thrusts underneath us. It was only two minutes in and I was already starting to moan and clench up on him.

I'm easy! So sue me! No, I'm not a tramp who would sleep with any guy she felt attracted to. That's what a vibrator is for! But once Jim had won me, I let him know in no uncertain terms that No was not going to be in my vocabulary and he could have it whenever he wanted and would get it sometimes whether he wanted it or not! For some reason, he agreed to those terms immediately.

He took me right over the top with long, slow thrusts that made every nerve ending down there dance and just kept it up, in no hurry at all. Don't stop, I gasped. Once more around the world with me.

It was a vicious circle. The longer he took to satisfy himself, the greater the chances were that someone would catch us. The greater the possibility was that we would get caught, the more exciting it was. The more exciting it was, the hornier I got. So with the trampoline flexing under us and the water cascading over us, I came again, but the horny Yankee stayed stiff and resilient.

Then it became like that night on the beach on our honeymoon. I started wanting someone to come out and catch us. I was getting it so good that I didn't care who knew or saw. Yeah, buried down there in my psyche somewhere is an exhibitionist. Why do you think I don't complain about losing my clothes too much in a safe place like home or that I was the first to take it all off after Olivia's video shoot?

Well we didn't get caught, or so we thought anyway. I felt number three coming on and just when I thought that Yankee was going to slide right past another one, his breathing increased and turned to grunts. I started to moan a little louder than the other two times, and he really started to pound me. We were actually bouncing a little on the trampoline and I started giggling between moans and gasps. He finally let go and his juices mixed with mine and we lay there still getting sprayed by the hose, kissing and giggling.

Jim brushed my wet, bedraggled hair from my forehead. I love you, Darc, he said.

I love you too, Jim, you crazy Yankee, I replied. How did you keep going like that?

I don't know, he answered. It must have been a combination of being tired and being horny at the same time.

We rolled on our sides facing each other and kissed under the water. Then we figured we'd better quit while we were ahead. The idea of getting caught naked outside isn't as appealing once you're not quite so horny anymore! We climbed out of the trampoline and Jim turned off the water. Our only things to wear to bed were now soaked. We wrung the water out and threw them over some lawn chairs. The beach towels hanging out there were still pretty damp, but they absorbed most of the water. We had no choice but to sneak in and slip back under the sheets on the air mattress naked. The plan was to wake up early and sneak back out and hopefully our clothes would be dry.

Yes, I know that plan was so full of holes it wasn't even funny. What really happened is that we were awakened by Olivia the next morning dropping the clothes onto the sheets that we'd packed to wear home after getting muddy.

That trampoline has just the right amount of give; doesn't it? she teased.

Oh shit! Jim exclaimed and slid his head under the sheet.

She wasn't going to let either of us get by that easily. Oh, come on, Jim! I've already seen what you're hiding under there! Impressive as it is, I've got one of my own to play with and I know yours is all Darcie's!

My gosh! This could not be the same Olivia who looked at me standing in a soaking wet wedding gown out in the rain like I'd lost my mind! Although I remember saying the same thing about the Olivia who let Jared shove her in the pond wearing hers and then turned around and let us throw pies at her in it and toss her in the mud in it and eventually allow it to be ripped completely off all in the name of trash the dress photography.

Jim was laughing under the sheets. Olivia bent down and tickled him in the side, (and I'm glad she was good at guessing where his side was). C'mon and get dressed, you guys. Skylar and I want you to help us make breakfast for everybody, Darcie and then afterward we're going to hit her Jeep with the shop vac again to get more of the mud out while you guys put the tops back on the Blazers.

Did you look out and see us last night? I sheepishly asked.

I didn't need to, she replied. I heard the sound the trampoline makes when people jump and then I started hearing the sound it makes when you do other stuff on it.

Jim slowly slipped his head out of the sheets again. But how did you know the sound He paused as the realization hit him. Olivia leaned over and kissed him on the forehead.

Think about it, Jim, she said even though he'd already mentally answered his own question.

I think I liked you better when you were uptight and high maintenance, Jim quipped.

Oh no you didn't, she shot right back. Olivia had now joined that inner sanctum of my friends, i.e. Beth and Debbie, whom Jim, as well as all of their men, knew they could get away with teasing, soaking or messing up, and were also allowed to dish out as much as they took. It was like Olivia had been there all along.

You're right, Jim replied. You're a lot more fun now than you were at the wedding.

Oh, you had to bring that up! she shot back mocking horror. I let you guys destroy my wedding gown with water, pies and mud and thanked you for it. When will I ever make it up to you?

I'll let you know, he quipped.

Your husband is incorrigible, she said to me.

So's yours and we wouldn't want them any other way, I said.

Olivia shot me a silly grin and nodded as she headed for the kitchen door. Hurry up and get dressed. We want to eat out here.

Well we got dressed as quickly as we could lying under the sheet. Had the girls not been running around, I would have been tempted to just throw the sheet off and jump up to get dressed. We did fix breakfast and the syrup stayed on the pancakes and off of us women. Everyone was dressed but poor Skylar who had to wait until her clothes that Olivia threw in the washer before going to bed were dry. Skylar was still in the skimpy gown Olivia had given her to wear.

I'm sorry, Olivia had said the night before. I used to have some longer ones but Jared ripped them all off of me because he didn't like them. I doubt that Olivia minded much. I get the feeling she's started losing a lot of her clothes and loves every second of it.

None of mine at home are any longer, Skylar replied. I'll make due.

Making due meant pulling down on it a lot, but thankfully her clothes were dry, but not necessarily clean, right after breakfast. We all went outside and while the guys finally put the tops back on the Blazers, the women tried to get as much of the dried mud vacuumed up from Skylar's Jeep as possible. It came out pretty well. Jeep interiors really are pretty resilient.

Skylar gave everybody including the girls big hugs before she drove away. If I'd only known how getting stuck in the mud was going to lead to so much fun, I would have come more prepared, Skylar said. I'll at least know to bring a change of clothes next time. Her outfit was ruined. Her skirt might have survived after the mud, but chocolate stains forever and it bore the scars of the pie fight along with her top that where it wasn't pie-stained the mud left a dingy brown tint.

I can't wait to do this all over again, she said before driving off.

That goes double for me, Olivia chimed in while giving me a big hug. We always have such a great time with you guys.

Well the pond and the mud bog is still there whenever you want to come for a visit, I said. And we're going to have to visit that nice mud park of yours again really soon too!

We headed for home. I was going to suggest we stop at the quarry and wreck our final outfits with an afternoon swim, but the girls crashed as soon as we were out of Texarkana. It was a big weekend for them, and for Jim and me too. Besides the pond was waiting for us when we got home.

I hope I can come back with more news soon. Our first two customers for the video business are lined up and I totally spaced telling you about how Olivia wants Beth, Debbie and I to provide some bachelorette party games Three Stoogettes style for her sister's wedding. So another chapter is on the way.