Darcie Breaks Down
Part 2

Let's recap Part 1.
Beth, Debbie, Kellie and I were all dressed up and heading home from a business lunch with a prospective Trash the Dress client.
Something in my car broke, leaving us stuck in a big mud puddle next to the street. We were looking at the engine with no idea what was wrong when a lady in a semi had to swerve to avoid a car and splattered us head-to-toe with mud.
Her name was Ann and she ended up getting nailed just as badly when she came to check on us.
Once we'd accepted that our clothes were ruined, we decided to just have fun and let EVERYONE splash us with mud and road grit. MANY drivers took us up on that, but especially a FedEx driver, a redneck in a Ford pickup, who Kellie ended up accepting a date invitation from and a teenage kid in a 90's-something Chevy Caprice.
My hubby Jim came to our rescue and getting soaked in the downpour himself got the car towed away. We thanked him by dragging him into the puddle with us and getting him splattered head-to-toe with mud and road grit.
We rinsed off under a broken drain pipe and said our goodbyes to Ann.
And now, Part 2
Now the five of us were just getting ready to pile into the Blazer, when who should pull up but our teenage friend and his Chevy Caprice.
Y'all heading out? he asked, looking a little disappointed.
Yeah, Jim replied, they finally decided to act their age.
Aw, man! the teen moaned. I called all my buddies too. Here they come. We were really going to give you a good mudding!
Sure enough, from the same direction came no less than thirty obvious teenager cars. Most of them were driven by boys, but a few by girls.
Sorry, we have to go, Jim told him.
Beth, Debbie, Kellie and I all shared a look and a wicked giggle. We didn't have to plan anything. We all knew what the others were thinking.
Aw, Jim! we cried in unison.
He called all of his buddies, I whined.
They deserve to have a little fun, Beth added.
Jim shook his head and snickered. He knew when there was no point in arguing. Gesturing to us he started stepping back behind the Blazer and said, Have at 'em. They're all yours until you get tired.
Where do you think you're going? I asked with my head cocked. If we were going to get totally trashed again, so was HE!
Jim slumped his shoulders to mock defeat and trudged back over to us. It'll be fine, sweetie, I purred. Giggling and snickering, we lined up wading at the edge of the street and waved to the line of cars that looked like it had gotten longer since we first noticed it.
I snuggled up next to Jim and we were flanked by Beth and Debbie on my right and Kellie on Jim's left. Make sure you leave enough room between cars for the puddle to fill back up! I yelled to our friend and blew him a kiss.
The Caprice spun its back wheels on the wet pavement as the kid punched it and roared toward the puddle. I had left my jacket hanging open and when the wall of mud slammed into me, mud and road grit found its way down my blouse and into my bra again. Laughing at getting slammed once more, we had no time to recover before another kid driving a four-door S-10 Blazer pasted us all over again.
Over and over we stood our ground, letting those kids plaster us with mud and pepper us with sand and grit. We spun around and showed them our asses and they splattered them just as enthusiastically. Then we realized that the little parade was on its third time around the block. Who gave a fuck anyway? We told them they could! We deserved whatever they wanted to dish out.
I've got an idea, Jim said and flagged down our friend in the Caprice. He passed out our umbrellas to us and had the four of us stand at the edge of the street. He stood across the street at an angle and took pictures. We posed huddled under our umbrellas with grimacing grins or our eyes either clenched shut or wide open in shock as car after car roared past and split the puddle over us. You Tube and Facebook were going to be busy!
One of the cars pulled into the lot and two teenage girls in cut-off denim mini-skirts and French cut t-shirts jumped out and splashed toward us through the water.
That looks like fun! one of them bubbled before one of their friends split the puddle over all seven of us. Our newcomers squealed with the glee that only comes from being young and acting silly.
Pretty soon more of the cars pulled in and boys and girls all began to crowd around the edge of the street standing in the puddle getting hammered with us. One car would pull in and its occupants would jump out to get splashed and then some of the crowd of kids would head back to their cars to take their place in the parade.
Let's leave this to the kids, Jim said and we backed out of the crowd.
Good god, we were as trashed-looking now as we had been at any time that afternoon. My hair hung down in stringy, bedraggled clumps full of mud and grit. Debbie and Kellie looked even funnier as it was even more visible in their blond hair.
It looks like our shower is turned off, Jim said. Since the rain had let up, the water was no longer running out of the broken downspout.
I guess we ride home like this, Debbie said.
I just need to get home and showered as fast as possible, Kellie said. I've got to get ready for my date tonight.
You should just go looking like that, Beth quipped. He seems to like it.
Jim looked quizzically at Beth, then Kellie and finally me. I filled him in as we piled into the Blazer since he wasn't there when Kellie made her date in the pouring rain while she was dripping mud and grime.
You're going the wrong way, I said to Jim when he pulled out of the lot and headed away from where everyone lived.
No, I'm not, he replied and made a quick U-turn into the first opening in the teen kids' caravan of cars and trucks that was plowing through the puddle. The car in front of us cleared the water and he gunned our old Blazer straight through the puddle, covering the laughing, screaming group of kids with one more layer of road grit and mud. If only we'd been able to take the top off to enjoy it too.
The sun came out and really made a muggy mess of things. It didn't bother us too much since we were already soaking wet. We dropped Kellie off at her apartment first. There was an older, rather uptight looking lady walking her funny looking little dog who kept twisting her head back and forth watching Kellie in her muddy gray suit walking to the door and then us sitting in the Blazer looking just as wasted.
We dropped Debbie off next since she lived in that new addition near us. Apparently Robert had decided to take advantage of the rain to find some mud to run their Jeep through. He was in the yard rinsing mud from it and without batting an eye or even acknowledging his wife's wrecked state, immediately turned the hose on her full blast. Debbie stopped walking and let her husband enjoy himself as we watched nearly as much mud rinse off of her as Robert was getting off the Jeep.
Want me to get yours cleaned up too? he called to Jim. Remember at no time has ANYONE explained to Robert why we all looked like we'd been crawling through the mud in our business suits.
Nope, I've got it covered, Jim replied and waved as we backed out of their drive.
Beth had left her car at our house, and Ian as well. Paula said she would babysit for her, but actually my mom was keeping an eye on all of them. We found all five of them, along with my dad, where we'd normally find members of my family on a humid Texas afternoon, in various street clothes swimming in the pond. Dad was wearing shorts and a sleeveless t-shirt and looked very much like Jim. (They say we're attracted to men like our fathers.) Mom had on a pair of tan cuffed shorts and one of her trademark skimpy tops that tied at the bottom, (that she still looked hot wearing) and was out with Ian playing on the raft. Ian's t-shirt stuck out around the life jacket Mom had in him even though he could swim. Paula was wearing a denim skirt and pink French-cut top. Carly looked like she was in a sundress and Bailey was wearing khaki Capri's and a tank top. Lately I didn't give a rip what they wore swimming. Believe it or not, Jim had one time said that maybe we should at least make sure the girls were in play clothes went they went swimming instead of wearing whatever they had on, but soon found it was futile. I swam in whatever I felt like and he loved it. I wasn't going to let him have a double-standard.
Too bad the gang's all there, Jim said. I could use some private swim time.
I was thinking the same thing. I looked at Beth and she winked at me. Let me out, she said. Here comes Mommy, Ian! she shouted and went running down the path toward the dock as fast as water-logged pumps would let her. Mom and Paula both let out a collective shriek as Beth dove from the dock, leaving a muddy cloud on top of the water where she went in.
I could hear Ian giggling as Beth swam for the dock, suit, blouse, pumps, panty hose and all. My mommy is funny! he squealed.
We were all glad our kids thought what we did was funny and that we were doing it for them. Now, don't get me wrong. I loved hearing the kids laugh when I got soaked or messy, but that definitely wasn't my main reason for doing it.
Jim drove on and we headed down the road that led back into the woods. He forded the stream and went right on past the path that led to the waterfall.
I tickled his arm and said, I thought we were going swimming.
Oh, we are, he replied.
I nodded and formed my mouth into a knowing, Oh! With all of the rain today, the soupy mud in the deepest part of the bog had to be at least three-feet deep by now.
Jim pulled up at the edge of the bog and got out. He came around the Blazer to let me out. Taking a page from Olivia, I primped my muddy, gritty hair in the mirror before taking his hand to be helped out. Too bad no one got it on video.
He led me into the bog and we started wading deeper. I kept getting stuck in the silt and Jim's Croc's loafers kept coming off so we finally gave up and took our shoes off and tossed them out of the mud to the grass. I was right about the soupy stuff being really deep. We stopped with the mud above my knee. It felt funny trying to invade my panty hose.
What do you want to do out here? I asked slyly. I was sure I knew the answer.
Start with this, he replied.
He let go of my hand and I felt his go up between my shoulder blades. He gave me just the slightest push, one that I would have had no trouble resisting had I wanted to. Instead I surrendered control of my balance and slowly fell forward. Here was that little bit submissive anticipation again. I left my arms to my sides and made no attempt to save myself. Then I face-planted into the gooey, soupy mud and let myself go completely under. Why did I do that? Because Jim can do anything he wants.
I stayed under for a second and let myself enjoy being totally enveloped by yummy mud. I rose up out of the muck and stood. Soupy brown mud turned my hopeless hair into a paste. It dripped from the ends of my hair and I could feel it sliding down my silk suit and dripping off the skirt. It tickled rolling down my panty hose. Now that I was upright, it ran between my tits and puddled in my bra. It was in my ears, nose and mouth, but it wasn't perfect yet. To make me truly happy, I needed it caked in my underwear.
I dare you to do that again, I said to my smiling and not nearly as messy husband. No amount of splashing mud and road grit could equal my total emersion.
O.K. he answered. I was facing him and he gave me a shove just above my boobs. Again I made no attempt to balance and let myself fall backwards this time to disappear under the mucky surface.
I stood up again and blinked my eyes open. I didn't say anything. I just lunged at him, planting a huge muddy kiss on his lips and took us both under. We both ended up with a huge mouthful and were laughing when we came back up as we tried to spit it out. Good! We both had it in our hair, ears, eyes, nose and mouth. Once you get past that, you never want to get out of the mud.
Jim scooped up a big wad and threw it right in my face like a pie. I did that same to him and that went on tit-for-tat until we started grinding it into each other's hair and shoving it down the other's shirt. I had so much in my hair, I could have planted seeds. I love it when it's that way! I love being this trashed. Like my wedding dress, this suit wasn't cheap, but Ann trashed it with the first splash. Once the damage was done, it was time to have fun!
We were sitting in the mud and Jim said, I bet I know what you want. He stood up and grabbed me under the arms and dragged me on my butt through the muck. I of course complied because Jim can do anything he wants. He dragged me to the shallow silt and then took my jacket off. He dropped it in the mud, lining side down of course just in case the mud hadn't totally gotten inside. Then he grabbed the back of my skirt at the waist, pulling it, my hose and my panties open.
Oh my! I mocked. He scooped up handful after handful and dumped it into my panties. Finally! I have mud in my underwear! When my panties were sufficiently full he let go of them and dumped more of it into my hose.
You sure know how to show a girl a good time, Jim Sutton, I said.
I'm just getting started, he replied.
Jim gave my chest a gentle shove and I fell back to lie down in the mud and then I rolled a few times. Well, I had to make sure my pink silk blouse got good and muddy; didn't I?
He unbuttoned my blouse and tossed it into the mud with my jacket and I pulled off his shirt and added it to the pile. Then he leaned in to kiss me.
I didn't resist. We both already had mud in our mouths. We'd spit most of it out but there was still plenty of grit that would need to be rinsed out so a little more wasn't going to hurt. He locked onto my lips and kept coming, forcing my head back down into the mud. I didn't care. He can do anything he wants.
We exchanged spit and mud then he lifted up and hovered over me. I was lying there giggling. He spoke, but I had to strain to hear. My ears were submerged in the mud.
You don't mind doing it in a little mud, do you? he asked.
I'm Darcie Sutton, redneck girl and Mud Goddess, I replied. If you don't fuck me in the mud once in a while, you'll lose me forever!
Jim grabbed two big handfuls of mud and smeared them into my bra, as if THAT made it any dirtier. The once maroon formed cups were now a dingy gray/red. I cocked my head slightly and thrust my chest forward. I like it when he plays with them. He reached behind and using his one hand trick undid the bra and I let him pull it off and toss it away. It felt even better having his muddy hands caressing my bare muddy tits.
I lost my panty hose next. He yanked them down and I could feel the runs starting as he pulled them off. I figured I'd better catch up so I undid his shorts and he was happy to cooperate with my attempt to pull them down.
Jim yanked up my skirt and pulled off my panties. He could have ripped them open and I would not have cared, but he saved them in one piece and tossed them onto our muddy clothes pile. If it had been dark, he probably would have ripped all my clothes off and buried them in the mud, but we had to go back and face everyone at the pond. However sometimes Boys will be boys, and if he had shredded my clothes, I would have just had to figure out a way to get into the house without being spotted. After all, he can do whatever he wants.
Why do I keep saying that, you ask? I told you. Jim has a cock ring that causes female ejaculation! If he wanted to treat me like Amber from The Parallel Universe I'd let him!
Speaking of his little toy, Jim grabbed his shorts off the pile and pulled something from his pocket. His cock was already hanging hard and luscious looking out of his muddy boxers' fly. He slipped his little ring on.
You had that with you? I asked. I wondered why, but I was sure glad he did!
I was a Boy Scout, he replied. I'm always prepared.
Letting the back of my head sink into the soupy brown mud I said, Fuck me, you horny, muddy Yankee bastard!
He didn't need to be told twice. With his cock hanging out of his shorts he plunged up my muddy skirt and found a very muddy Sweetwater Lake. The soupy mud was a full body massage as he pumped and thrusted, making me slip around in it. Our muddy mouths locked together again. I didn't pause to spit anything out this time. I just took it like a redneck girl was supposed to!
I came the first time. Whenever he used that ring, I usually had a little one before the massive explosion. Jim didn't let up. He fucked me like his life depended on it.
Ladies, you may have your own preferences. I've stated before that sometimes I wanted romance and seduction and sometimes I wanted to be ravaged. But lately I've come to the conclusion that I don't need romance and seduction. I'm easy to get revved up. I'd rather have my brains fucked out any day! It's much, MUCH more fun!
Jim was banging away, enjoying every second of our roll in the mud. I don't care what purists say. My Jim's a Southern Fried Redneck now. He didn't have to be born here.
I could feel my little bladder filling up and my pussy was tightening up on him much more than the first time.
Go for it! I gasped. Fill me up with muddy cum!
As I let go and started squirting my fluid out around Jim's wonderful plunging cock, I turned his head to the side and shoved my tongue deep into his muddy ear. I LOVE being so submissive. Deal with it. Besides ladies, mud's just like jizz. You eventually learn to like the taste. Licking his ear clean was the last straw for my muddy, muddy man and with a grunt he let go and sprayed cum to add to the mud he'd already shoved deep into my lady parts. Don't worry. If my system doesn't flush out on its own, I have products that will take care of it. I've been playing in the mud for a long time. I know how to handle it.
I couldn't help the trashy talk. Who loves his muddy whore? I asked.
I do, you dirty, dirty girl, Jim replied and shoved our lips together gain. My mouth was full of mud and grit but I managed not to swallow any.
He rolled off of me and I stood up over him. I dropped my muddy skirt and kicked it into his face. He jumped up and I took off running for the deeper mud. I made a diving leap and face-planted once more to go completely under. I rolled over when I came back up and floated on my back. Jim laughed, yanked off his boxers and tossed them and my skirt onto the pile and then made the exact same move except his face plant splattered mud all over my face, as if that mattered at this point!
My hair hung down under me in the soupy paste. I'd be feeling sandy grit on my scalp for days even after a dozen showers but I didn't care. We held hands floating in the mud on our backs and watched clouds for a while until I said, They're going to come looking for us if we don't get back soon.
We sloshed over to the pile of muddy clothes. Jim grabbed my panties and pulled them through the mud by the waistband so they filled up and then handed them to me.
Thank you, I said watching slimy soup ooze from the leg holes. Mud squished from the legs and waist when I pulled them up into position.
Ooooo! I squealed at the sensation. I REALLY had mud in my underwear now, and I LOVED IT!
One good turn deserves another so I did the same thing with Jim's underwear and handed them to him. Is it crazy to say that watching the mud ooze out of the legs when he pulled them up was sexy?
Jim sloshed my skirt around and gave it to me. Then I did his shorts, making sure to get LOTS of it in the pockets (except for one of the button pockets on the leg where he put his little toy that I adore so much).
My bra HAD been a nice one with deep formed cups. Jim picked it up and scooped up mud filling each cup and then offered to help me put it on. Now how could I refuse such a gentlemanly offer? I held out my arms so he could slip the straps over them and then he shoved the two cups full of gooey, luscious mud onto my tits.
Mmmmm! I love that! I purred feeling it ooze out around the cups.
Putting on muddy panty hose was no easy task. Not caring about their state helped though. I just gave them a good yank and bubbled, Oops! at the long runs I made down each leg. Mud trapped inside felt good squishing between my toes.
Jim dunked my blouse and helped me put it on. I made sure his shirt was nice and slimy on the inside and pulled it over his head. Jim dumped gobs of mud into the pockets in my jacket and helped me on with it. I buttoned it up and then he scooped each of my pumps full and set them in the shallow mud for me to put on. I wished that I left my panty hose off as slimy soupy silt oozed from each one. I bet it would have felt ten times better on my bare feet. I twirled around once and struck a pose.
How do I look? I asked in a sultry voice.
Like the most beautiful Mud Goddess in the world, my muddy, muddy Jim answered. If you never want to clean up, I won't argue with you.
Oh, I'll have to clean up eventually, I purred, but then you can just mess me up again!
You got yourself messed up originally today; don't forget, he countered. But speaking of cleaning up, it's going to take us a while to rinse off under the falls.
Who says we're going to the falls? I said with my head cocked and as sly a look as I could muster with mud covering literally every one of my features. We're rinsing off in the pond.
I love you, Jim said, but you're crazy. You know that.
I'm crazy? I asked. I absently bent down, scooped up a big pile of gooey silt in both hands and smoothed it over my sodden hair. When he was going back to Indy and I said he could do whatever he wanted to me, who chose to clobber me with pies?
You enjoyed that, he said, his eyes and grin the only two of his features that were visible.
That's beside the point!
I also remember ripping your clothes off and satisfying you several times by various methods.
You're still just as crazy, I replied.
Jim embraced me and I had to giggle at the sound of the mud squishing between us. That's what makes us such a perfect pair, he said and we got even more of each other's mud in our mouths with a long kiss.
I truly didn't want to leave the bog. I wanted to head out to the deepest part and swim under the surface. But we really did need to get back.
I have a confession. The bumpy ride back up the gravel road was just too much. I peed myself. Well I hadn't gone since the restaurant! Oh, please! With all the stuff that you guys are into, don't try to tell me you think that's weird. I do it all the time, but it's usually when I'm in the pond or at least dripping water. However we go mudding all the time with this Blazer and usually the top is off so it's just as muddy on the inside as the outside. We also don't even begin to have fun until we're as pasted with mud as we were today inside our clothes as well as outside. Most of the places we go are isolated with no restrooms or just port-a-johns. We're full of mud and water. The Blazer is full of mud and water and we have to wash it all out anyway. What's a little pee going to hurt? Besides, it's kind of fun to think back about how you were having such a good time you'd rather pee yourself than find a restroom. Hey! If we ever open a mud park that can be our slogan: You'll have such a good time that you'd rather pee yourself than stop.
Jim looked over at me when he heard the water running onto the floor. I just turned my head and grinned.
Why didn't you go in the mud when we were naked? he asked.
I didn't have to then, I replied.
Fine, I was going to wait until we got to the pond, he said. I saw a satisfied look come over his face and a stream of water run over the front of the driver's seat onto the floor. It wasn't his first time either.
We pulled up in front of the garage and no one out back could see us. I found a couple of twigs on the ground and stuck them in my sodden hair. Then I told Jim what I thought would be fun. I found another stick and used it to tear some more runs in my hose. Then we scooped up dirt and mulch from the shrubs near the house and rubbed it over our muddy faces, clothes and hair. We sneaked around the house and put our arms out in front of us and staggered down toward the dock, growling like zombies. Paula and Bailey were on the dock and shrieked when they saw us before diving in for the raft. Beth was laughing at us. I noticed Steven had joined the party and was laughing too. Mom just shook her head. Dad was over on the sandy beach with the grill, (I thought something smelled good.) chuckling to himself. Jim and I staggered down the dock and walked of the end of it.
I thought Beth made a muddy cloud in the water. Mine was so thick I couldn't tell where the daylight was. It's a good thing I float because I didn't know which way was up for a second. We both surfaced to the sound of kids laughing at us. A lot of Jim's mud was gone but not nearly all of it. I probably looked the same. Mud and my wet silk blouse made an interesting sensation.
We climbed up on the raft and I took off my jacket, shoes and hose like Beth had already done.
All right, Mom said. Beth will only tell us that your car stalled so Jim had to come and get you, but she said we had to ask you why you had your lunch meeting in a swamp.
I explained how we all got pasted by accident while looking at the car and decided to make the best of it.
Then you went back and played in the mud without us? Carly asked.
You may think that sounds like a strange thing for her to ask, but look at our family history. Playing in the mud together is as normal as a family walk.
Mom stepped in: Sometimes mom's and dad's like to have fun alone together. If you asked her, she could probably tell you what went on back there and be at least eighty percent accurate.
We can all go back and play tomorrow afternoon, Jim said.
Can we come, Mommy? Ian chimed in. Beth and Steven looked at me and I nodded. Why not? Beth looked excited herself. Have you ever seen people so excited about getting muddy? I mean besides in my stories.
Being the best dressed, Beth and I were the ones shoved off the dock the most, although I'm sure had Dad not been making hamburgers he would have helped Mom keep up. We all jumped in and raced for the sand when Dad said the burgers were ready. Jim squirted my blouse with mustard and Steven fired ketchup at Beth's, as if we cared now! Too bad no one brought any cream pie out. I would have happily taken every one in the face. We all jumped back in the water after we ate and stayed out there until after sundown. Yes, it starts getting warm enough to swim in the evening in May in Texas. Eat your hearts out!
What a great day! I have no idea now what we were planning to do after I got home from our lunch meeting. Just like the wedding, we turned what most people would call a total disaster into something fun. We made some new friends, (Kellie especially), and we did get the client.
Oh! You didn't think this was over; did you? Beth and I put all of our clothes back on out on the raft, shoes included and jumped in to swim for the dock when it was time to put an end to everything. Despite all of the swimming, Jim and I had to hose each other off for a long time to get all of the lodged mud off. Of course you also have to take into account the time spent playing. Never pass up the chance for a good hose battle!
By the time we got inside, Paula already had everyone in pajamas. She was used to herding the other two from when it was just them and Jim. We try to keep her doing that down to a minimum so she can enjoy just being a kid again, but it's still nice to have a helper. They were watching TV.
Your Dad and I are going to clean up now, I said as we passed the living room.
Yeah, you need to! Paula said with giggle.
In any case, I said, drawing each word out and pretending I was annoyed, make sure everyone is in bed in time to get up for church.
Yes, we still go to church! No, we're not afraid of bursting into flames! We're married. In MY interpretation of the rules, that means we can do whatever we want!
I've described our big open concept master bathroom before. We got right in the shower without taking off a thing. I lathered up and washed my hair, being sure to use too much shampoo so it ran all over my ruined satin suit. Jim helped wash it with the shampoo. It didn't do any good, but he was able to cop all the feels he wanted so it wasn't a total loss.
Go ahead. I know you want to, I said seductively with his hands running up and down my lapels. He grabbed them and ripped, sending the buttons across the bathroom. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the decadence while he ripped the jacket to pieces, its material and seams severely weakened by a day-long siege of mud and road grit.
My blouse was next. Its buttons flew all over the room and then it joined my jacket in several shredded pieces. I love it when he rips my clothes off! Oh, don't sound so shocked, ladies! You know we ALL love letting them do that!
He unzipped my skirt a little and yanked. The bottom of the zipper gave way and the ruined satin didn't give him any argument and ripped all the way down to the hem.
Why, Mr. Sutton! I said in that Southern Belle voice he loves, I do believe you are trying to have your way with me!
I've been found out, he replied.
Well, don't stop, sir, I continued as the Belle. I still have a few threads of clothes left.
He didn't succeed in totally tearing my hose off, but it wasn't for lack of trying. He ripped run after run completely open until they were shredded, but still stayed on me. I stepped out of my pumps when he finally gave up and pulled what was left of the hose off.
Jim ripped both bra straps out of where they attached in the back and then yanked the clasp in the back apart: One more thing to go.
He didn't waste time. He grabbed my panties between the legs and yanked them apart and then ripped the seam up one side. We used to strip each other tit-for-tat, but ever since that day in the garage after my punishment more and more I've just let him strip me first whether he's being gentle and just undressing me or tearing my clothes to pieces like a madman. I've got that Moore women submissive streak and I truly don't mind being totally naked while he's still dressed. It gives me that really feminine/a little submissive vibe. He'll play with my tits and rub my ass and I don't have to pretend that I like it. I work hard to stay fit and I am happy to let him enjoy it.
Usually I would just undress him at this point, but his clothes were as trashed as mine so I started with his muscle shirt, then his shorts and finally his boxers, tearing each one to shreds. Well, not the cargo shorts. They were a little thick so I had some help from a pair of scissors we keep in the medicine cabinet.
We washed each other sensually. Jim put the hand-held shower head on massage and under the guise of want to rinse me out gave me my first orgasm. I gently pumped his cock with a fist full of shower gel, but he didn't really need any coaxing. He was hard from the time we got in here.
He swept me up and carried me out to the bedroom to toss me on the bed and jump right in with me. Don't worry. We figured out a long time ago that we wanted a worry-free existence when it came to wet and messy activities. We have several water-proof mattress pads and several sets of sheets. You have to when your husband knows how to make you squirt!
I've stressed in the past, I'm just the opposite of a lot of women. I don't need seduction. I need him to go for it. He slipped his little toy on and I gasped as he plunged into my pussy for the second time today.
Hard as stone, he pounded me. Soon it didn't matter that we came right out of the shower as we were both covered in sweat and soaking our sheets even more. I had my first little orgasm that I hope the girls didn't hear over the TV downstairs. Ten minutes later, I was filling up again.
Time to wet the bed again, I gasped and then made nothing but moaning sounds as I clamped on around him and squirted my fluid all over his cock, balls and groin. A puddle formed under my ass and I sighed blissfully. Sleeping in a wet bed was a reward that I looked forward to, not a burden. It was a reminder that my man had fucked my brains out yet again!
Jim chuckled and kept up with my hard fucking. But after a while, I could tell it was taking its toll. He's not an old man by any means, but we were out there playing and getting splashed most of the afternoon, then he fucked my brains out the first time and after that, we were swimming the rest of the evening. He was getting tired. He was still just as hard as ever. He just wasn't able to pump me as much.
What I did next isn't exactly politically correct in everyone's book so if you're easily offended, please skip to the next paragraph. In my best Thailand hooker impersonation I could muster I said, Yankee boy want blow job?
He laughed through his heavy breathing and nodded yes with a big grin.
Sit up on the side then, I told him going back to my normal voice.
Jim sat up and threw his legs over and put his feet on the floor. I rolled off the bed and got down between them on my knees. With a bit of a snarky sneer that said, Yeah, I'm gonna do it, I went all the way down on him without so much as wiping his cock off. Yeah, I got a mouthful of my own pussy juice, but so what. Jim gets mouthful after mouthful and I don't see him complaining. It used to shock him when I did this, but I've made such a habit of it, it doesn't even faze him anymore. He knows I love giving him head. Look at it this way, too. If one or more of my friends and I ever decide to entertain him the way Ashley, Taylor and Joy entertained Pete at the messy rave, then I won't be shocked at the flavor. (Not promising anything just saying that the possibility of that happening is at least greater than zero.)
All the way up and down I bobbed. Ever since I learned to deep throat him, I made sure I kept in practice. I didn't want to lose that ability.
Letting me do the work was relaxing him and I could tell he was getting harder and more ready to cum. I hope you're hungry, he gasped.
If I could have spoken, I would have replied, God, I want your cum in my mouth! I know some women don't enjoy it. I know others try to hide the fact not me. Sometimes if we've been playing with the dildo or the vibrator and I've cum a couple of times already, when he tries to climb on I'll clench my legs together and open my mouth. That's an invitation to pump it just like a pussy and mouth fuck me.
Yes! I do things that hookers charge extra for and I am damn proud of it! Why? Well I want to for one thing. I like the way it drives him crazy. For another, have you ever read a story where we've argued or had a cross word? I didn't think so! He's way too busy not being able to believe his luck to get upset about stuff.
No, getting punished for Ashley's blog doesn't count. He wasn't mad. He was just using it as an excuse to get even and there isn't a single thing I did, including sprinting out of a cheap motel room to the car bare-assed naked, that I wouldn't do again and again simply because he wanted me to and he knows it!
Anyway, where was I? Oh, back to being on my knees and giving him head. Jim took one deep breath and let go. Mmmmm! Mmmmm! I moaned as I kept bobbing on him and his load kept piling on my tongue. He stopped pumping and slumped back. I slowly withdrew from him and making sure was made eye contact, licked my lips and swallowed.
Have I mentioned I love giving him head? There are only two reasons I won't swallow. One is being sick and then I let him spray me wherever he pleases. That seems to be my face. The other is if we're playing with pies and he wants to hit me in the face with a cum pie ala kakekid. We haven't done that in a while. We should.
We were both pretty wiped out by then. Jim flopped back on the bed and I crawled back in next to him. I love you so, he whispered as we lay wrapped naked around each other in the wet sheets. What an absolutely marvelous day!
Darcie is back!
Soon we'll find out what happened with Kellie and Johnny
and if Darcie ever talks her mother into trashing the dress.