I am always on the lookout for a new place to get muddy. Getting messy at home with food or paint is fine but mud needs to be in the outdoors. With more people out walking nowadays the safe locations are getting fewer so I was particularly glad to find this one and even more so after what happened on my first session.
The location was not very far up a farm track where there was a space to park the car out of sight of the road and not blocking the track. A short walk through some trees led to a pond which seemed to be missing the water but remained muddy at the bottom. I had probed it as best I could with a stick and it was typical pond mud, thick, black and smelly. Perfect!
For my first trip into the mud I took a length of rope which I attached to a tree just in case I got stuck. I dumped my spare clothes near the edge then went back and got the water containers required for washing. Once ready I ventured in to the mud. I had dressed in new clothes for the occasion. Light grey skinny jeans, a white t-shirt, white socks and white trainers. My first step saw my foot sink into the mud until my jeans were touching. My second foot came alongside before I took another step out. This time I sunk quickly and I was a bit alarmed but I stopped with my hips just in the mud. I started to smear the mud over my t-shirt before pulling out the waistband of my jeans and ladling in the muck.
It was at this moment I jumped out of my skin as a female voice said, "Hi there."
I looked round to see a woman in dark green wellies, a dark brown boiler suit and a wooly hat.
She was smiling as she went on, "I saw you from my tractor and I came to check you weren't tipping rubbish as we get a lot of that round here but I can see that isn't a problem. Just don't leave any mess when you go" and she walked away laughing at her joke but she returned and added, "If you like doing that why not drop int to our farm. We have lots of mud and it is private. It even has wash off facilities. It's about half a mile that way." and she pointed the way I'd come.
"I'll leave my number on your car screen. If you want to visit just ring first to check it's okay. Now enjoy yourself." and she disappeared into the trees before I heard a tractor driving off.
After a minute to recover I continued coating myself in mud until I reached a point where I climaxed without actually touching myself which was rare. Climbing out I proceeded to cut off my clothes as they were ruined anyway before washing myself down as best I could and dressing in my spare clothes. I then bundled everything into plastic bags, checked the area and drove home.
I couldn't help but think about the offer. Was it genuine or a trap? What did she think was good mud? Did she get muddy? What did she look like under that boiler suit? I kept throwing these thoughts and others around in my head before deciding it was too good an opportunity and rang the number. The voice on the end sounded like the woman I'd seen and after introducing myself rather awkwardly as the man from the pond she laughed and asked if I was going to visit. I said I was hoping to and we arranged for me to call the very next morning.
I still wasn't sure but I dressed for getting muddy in a pair of skinny grey jeans like before but his time with a white formal shirt, white boxers shorts, grey socks and black dress shoes.
I drove in through the farm gate and up a short way before coming out in a farm yard. Standing there to greet me was the same woman wearing the same outfit and I wondered if she was planning on getting muddy as she was dressed for it although not in my first choice of clothes.
We shook hands and she then took me on a brief tour which showed me the barns, the nearby fields and more importantly her muddy suggestion, the pigsty. Thankfully the pigs were out on the field but they had obviously used the sty recently as there were large areas of wet, sticky mud in amongst dry areas.
"The mud varies in depth but that bit over there is always the deepest." she said indicating a large area at the bottom of the sty. "Why don't you get changed and get in there."
"I'm actually wearing my clothes for play. My spare clothes are in the car."
"Excellent. You look perfect. Tony will be impressed."
"Who's Tony?"
"Sorry, Tony is my husband and he's going to join you in the mud. It's easier to play with two. At least I hope so. Oh, I'm Jenny by the way."
"Alan." I said automatically as I wondered how Tony fitted in and where he was."
At that moment I caught sight of Tony and he was dressed in black formal trousers, a pale blue shirt and the same black dress shoes as me.
We shook hands as Jenny introduced me to Tony and then he said, 'Shall we get on with it. I can't wait and I'm sure you feel the same."
"I guess so but to be honest I've never played with another man, in fact I've not played with anyone before."
Turning me round to face the mud Tony said, "So now's the time to enjoy." and he pushed me through the gate and down towards the deep part.
With a further gentle push from Tony I stepped in and was rewarded by sinking to just below my knees in cold sticky mud. Tony stepped in in front of me with a big grin on his face. Picking up two handfuls of mud he said, "Let's get dirty," and he wiped both hands down the front of my shirt.
Getting the idea I did the same to him and quite quickly got into the swing of having a playmate. More and more mud went on until only our heads were clean and I wondered if he was keeping clear for health reasons. However, what came next surprised me.
Jenny, who had been watching, passed me a pair of scissors and said, "Rip of his clothes please. You might need these to help."
"I couldn't believe a husband and wife I'd only just met were comfortable with a stranger trashing his clothes but it was something I loved and I hoped it might happen to me.
As Tony stood still I cut the cuffs of his shirt before ripping the sleeves to the shoulders. I then cut holes in the front and back and ripped the shirt into strips. next I cut down through the trouser pockets before ripping the legs front and back before finally cutting the waistband causing the trousers to fall to the ground. Underneath were a pair of jersey boxers and I wasn't sure how far to go so handed the scissors to Tony. He made my day as he did exactly the same to my clothes as I had done to him until we both stood there in our boxers which were relatively clean as were our bodies.
This changed as Tony told me to lie down and I did as instructed with the mud feeling cooler now I was almost naked.
Tony then started to pile the mud on and soon my whole body was covered in a layer of mud but he didn't stop there as he coated my face and hair which felt wonderful. However he hadn't finished as he then cut my boxers open releasing my very hard cock which he wasted no time in coating in mud before stroking it which I knew would not last long the way I felt. I was right and sat up as my cock squirted cum high in the air contrasting nicely with the mud.
Normally this would be the point I would wash but I felt it only right I help Tony to finish off and so we swapped places and I coated him in mud before removing his boxers with the scissors and massaging his equally hard cock to a equally strong orgasm.
Only then did we struggle out of the mud, collected our clothing rags and showered together under a very cold but fierce outside shower. Although I am straight I had to admit to enjoying the whole play thing and felt perfectly at ease whilst washing alongside another naked man.
After a brief chat and a cup of tea we parted with a promise on both sides to repeat the experience.
It was a few weeks later when Jenny rang and asked if I could call round to see their latest play area and so the very next day I turned up at the farm to be greeted by Jenny dressed in a similar outfit to before but this time green overalls. She led me through one of the barns and out to the field at the back, one corner of which was fenced off and in this area they had created a very muddy experience. In the centre was a dry area about 4 metres across and all round was thick mud.
"It looks fantastic. How deep is it?" I asked.
"I don't know exactly. You're welcome to try it out."
I hadn't come prepared for a mess but after a moments thought I stripped off all my clothes before replacing my trainers on Jenny's recommendation because of stones. I noticed Jenny checking out my cock which had inevitably started to rise.
"You like getting muddy don't you?"
"I do." I replied as I took my first step into the mud. I was slightly disappointed to find it only came to just below my knees although it was quite thick so it made it difficult to move.
"It should have deeper spots so why not move around the island."
I did as suggested and was rewarded by a little more depth which of course made it difficult to move but eventually I was almost round with the mud no higher than just below my thighs. However the last bit was the best and without warning I sank in to my chest and I loved it. Rather than get out I stayed and went right under as the clay felt so good.
Eventually I struggled to the edge and was rewarded as the mud got slowly shallower until I was out. Jenny then suggested a clean up where I stood and showed me a large plastic tank filled with water and connected to it was a large hose which they'd used to build the mud pit.
"Let me do your back. Turn round." I kicked off my trainers and did as instructed as without a power shower it is difficult to wash your own back successfully.
The water was pretty cold but I didn't mind as I felt Jenny use a large sponge to wash the mud off. I felt her move slowly from top to bottom but the surprise came when she said, "That's pretty good. Now turn to face me."
Never one for being shy and knowing she'd already seen me naked I turned towards her and she repeated the process. She moved down my chest and then had no qualms about washing my now growing cock and balls before moving on down to my feet.
"I think that's about the best I can do. Do you want to use the shower?"
"No, I'm fine. I'll take a bath when I get home."
Collecting up my clothes I walked back to the car naked and when there said goodbye to Jenny and started dressing."
She didn't leave straight away but instead asked, "Do you fancy playing in there again?"
"Of course."
"Well, I 'd love to see you in a nice wedding suit but give us a couple of weeks as Tony wants to do some more work to the mud."
"Okay, I'll give you a ring in a couple of weeks." and with that she was gone.
I immediately started keeping an eye out for a suit which would be the most expensive item. I went to all my usual websites but it was on the high street I found what I was looking for in a flash sale. A pale grey single breasted three piece suit. It was a little more than I planned but I was pretty sure it would be worth it.
The rest of the clothes I had as I tend to buy in bulk when I can. A white formal shirt, red tie, white jersey boxers, grey socks and my black dress shoes which had scrubbed up well from last time.
As promised I rang Jenny and she was still as eager and we arranged a date.
On the morning I got dressed in my smart clothes, threw some spares in the car and set off. On the way I got a text telling me to park in the yard and go straight round to the mud and she would meet me there.
My heart was beating fast as I imagined sinking into the mud but as I walked round the corner I had to stop and take a breath. Standing on the dry mound in the middle of the mud was a woman dressed in a white wedding gown. It was an old style traditional dress with masses of layers of petticoats pushing it out, a jewelled corset top and a long veil on her head. It was only when she spoke I realised it was Jenny.
"Oh my hero." she said going into a pretend swoon. "Please rescue me!"
Even from where I stood I could make out the details and she looked amazing. Hidden under that boiler suit was an incredibly curvaceous woman with a mass of blonde hair now styled up on her head rather than squashed into a wooly hat. Her long pink nails matched her lipstick which was just part of an amazing make up including long eyelashes. From her ears hung long silver earrings and around her neck a silver chain.
"I must save my dress." she said as she did her best to gather it up around her and I was treated to a glimpse of stiletto heeled white ankle strap sandals.
Sensing I was to play a role I joined in as soon as I'd recovered from the shock. "Don't worry fair damsel. I will save you." and I headed for the section where the mud was at its shallowest.
I took my time as I stepped in and enjoyed the feeling of the mud on my ankles but it was too thick to get inside my shoes for now. Wading through the mud I reached Jenny and close up she was even prettier and I could admire the exquisite gown that was soon to perish in the mud I hoped. I must admit that I couldn't keep my eyes off her chest where her curvaceous figure was accentuated by the corset top to the gown.
Still play acting she said, "Help me to pull my skirts up and I can keep the dress above the mud."
With her pulling one side and me the other we finally got the layers of material high enough to expose the stocking tops and suspenders. She then set off for the mud but headed for the deepest section. I know she knew that and my heart was racing as I walked alongside her towards the mud. We both went in together and of course we slid down into the mud. I went in to my chest but Jenny's skirts held her up higher for a short while but then the skirts started to get dragged down under the surface.
The mud was so thick it hadn't got inside my clothes so I reached down and pulled out the waistband of my trousers and underwear and was rewarded by the glorious feeling of the mud enveloping my cock which was by now vertical.
With only the corset top now visible Jenny said, "Help me out. You'll need to pull the skirts out of the mud."
Hoping I understood what she was asking I grasped some of the net still visible and pulled. Nothing happened for a moment then there was a lovely ripping sound and I had had a handful of muddy net still covered in sequins.
Jenny didn't say any more so i repeated this a number of times and each time I got a layer of dress or net or petticoat coated in mud.
"This is not getting me out. We need help."
At that moment Tony appeared looking amazing in a black pin striped three piece suit, white shirt, royal blue tie, black dress shoes and even a blue hankie in his top pocket. He stood for a moment on the edge before stepping off and sinking above the waist alongside Jenny. They kissed and as they did so they gradually covered each other in mud until both were unrecognisable.
Only then did he make any effort to get her out and I joined in and between us we managed to get her out and then we both struggled onto the firm ground. Wiping the mud from their eyes Tony then produced some scissors and set about removing the rest of Jenny's clothes apart from the heels.
Taking the scissors he stood still while Jenny destroyed his suit, shirt, tie and boxers before walking back into the mud but this time she lay with just her legs in the mud.
Then there came the most sensual part as Tony reapplied a coating of mud to her hair and face whilst she massaged handfuls of mud over his huge erect cock. To my suprise he didn't bother to wipe it clean as he shoved it into Jenny who gasped as her pussy filled with mud. By now her once immaculate hair style was ruined and I noticed she even had mud in her mouth but that didn't stop the kissing as he pounded away at her. Inevitably he came first but I was amazed as he continued to plunge in and out with her bum slurping in the mud. When she came I think the whole area heard her and by now my cock was out and squirting all over the mud.
Still he banged away and was rewarded as she came yet again before they finally stopped. After a long rest they both got to their feet and ignored me as they headed up to the farm. I left them to it as I showered off and redressed hoping I would get to see something like that again.