"Viv, you're mad. You're absolutely daft."
"Are you in or out?" Vivian inqured, matter-of-factly.
"Of course I'm in; I'm your best mate! I just think you're daft to propose an idea like that."
Vivian just smiled and sipped her wine.
"Have you told Mark yet?"
"Yeah we talked about it. He was fine with it. He was actually leaning towards more casual outfits at the wedding anyways."
Vivian's fiance Mark, although quite dependable in bed, was nonetheless fairly vanilla himself, and he had long ago given Vivian the freedom to explore her more taboo desires however she wanted. Vivian on the other hand, although seemingly the proper, well-behaved 27-year old Englishwoman on the outside, had a long list of unladylike activities she enjoyed. Her favorite by far though, was getting wet, messy, and muddy fully dressed.
"And what's Mark doing for his stag party?"
Vivian giggled.
"He's going to Germany with the lads. We both agreed we could go to sex workers at our respective parties, on the condition that we share the dirty details with each other afterwards."
"That reminds me." said Rachel. "I've hired a few male sex workers to come up and spend this weekend with us. I told them the name of the village but you'll have to give me the number of the house."
"Don't forget to tell all the girls to bring their bridesmaids dresses with them." said Vivian, a devilish smile on her face.

Vivian sat naked in front of a mirror, delicately doing her makeup; her hair had already been done. She then began to put on the lacy, white, bridal lingerie, starting with the knickers, and then a pair of opaque, white stockings. Even her lingerie was designer.
Rachel, already wearing her bridesmaid dress then came in to help Vivian put on her beautiful, designer wedding gown. Rachel had been there with Vivian and her mum when Vivian had picked it out at a shop back home in London. It had been very expensive, but Vivian's mum wanted only the best for her daughter.
"If only she knew." thought Rachel, shaking her head.
As Rachel zipped up the back of her dress, Vivian gazed out the window at the picturesque Yorkshire Dales and pondered the possibility that this might be the naughtiest, most unladylike thing she'd ever do.
Finally, Rachel placed a shiny little tiara on Vivian's head, and Vivian slipped on her very expensive designer bridal heels. In the mirror, she looked every bit the perfect, blushing bride. But of course, Vivian was only blushing at the idea of what she was about to do. Another friend peeked in the door to announce that everything was ready in the yard.
Weeks earlier, Vivian had stumbled across a video on YouTube. It had been filmed at some county fair in America, and it planted in Vivian's head the idea of pig wrestling. In the video, several young women dove and splashed and mucked about in a mud pit while attempting to catch a slippery, muddy pig and lift it into a pen. To Vivian, it looked like great fun. The only problem was that the girls were dressed very casually, mostly in leggings and T-shirts. For Vivian, that just wouldn't do. A sexy little evening dress or a smart office outfit would have been Vivian's choice for going pig wrestling! It was while showing the video to Mark for the third time that the idea occurred to Vivian that pig wrestling would make an excellent activity for their wedding reception. Mark was sympathetic, but was adamantly against the idea. He maintained that his family would be mortified at the spectacle. Vivian countered that her family would probably be mortified too, but that she didn't care. Mark suggested she do it at her hen party, and Vivian was satisfied with that compromise.
Down in the yard, one of Vivian's friends, who owned the house they were using and kept a few animals as well, explained that she had just moved several energetic young pigs into a freshly dug mud pit, so as to minimize any lingering smell afterward.
Vivian stepped forward and gazed at the mud pit; and her friends all snapped pictures of her in her wedding gown. She took a step forward, her white heels starting to sink in the mud. Blushing like never before and carrying the hem of her dress, she squelched towards the pigs, muddying her white shoes and stockings in the process. Behind her, the train of her dress dragged through the mud. Upon getting close enough, she reached down towards one of the pigs, which grunted and moved away. Vivian again attempted to reach for it, but again, the pig moved away, faster this time. Vivian tried to follow, but her ruined bridal shoes were being sucked off her feet by the sloppy, wet mud. She took them off, tossed them aside, and gasped as her cute little stockinged feet sank in the mud, almost up to her knees. She lifted up the hem of her dress and laughed at the sight of her designer, white stockings, still clean at the tops, but muddy and ruined from the knees down. Going after the pig again, her stockinged feet slipped and slid and it was only a matter of time before she fell face first in the mud, ruining her wedding dress and leaving mud splattered all over her beautiful face and sparkly little tiara. Laughing, she got back up and went after the pigs again, steadily getting muddier and muddier. Eventually, she was able to catch one of the pigs, and the girls snapped pictures of her, standing in her ruined wedding dress, smiling and laughing, holding a muddy, squirming pig in her arms. Placing that pig in another pen, her bridesmaids helped her strip out of her dress. By this point, it was so heavy that she could no longer run in it. Vivian giggled at the sight of her perky, pale breasts, still mostly clean. She also kicked out of her knickers and, wearing only her muddy stockings and tiara, she dove headfirst back into the mud, splashing and sliding and laughing hysterically as she chased after the pigs. Soon the other girls agreed to help her, wading in and helping Vivian catch most of the remaining pigs, ruining their bridesmaids dresses in the process.
As the other girls went to clean off, Vivian, still wearing only her stockings and tiara wallowed around in the cool, creamy mud, playing with the pigs and making sure every inch of her beautiful body was completely coated, and that her long blonde hair got a thorough mud shampoo. One of the girls even got an adorable picture of Vivian, wearing nothing but her stockings and tiara, coated from head to toe in mud, smiling and giggling as she hugged a cute little pig, her eyes and smile sparkling.
Finally, Vivian squelched out of the mud pit, possibly the filthiest young woman in the whole of the UK at that moment, and her friends quickly got to hosing her off. Once most of the mud was hosed off, her friend who owned the property directed Vivian to a large metal tub, filled with soapy water, where her friends helped her scrub herself clean.
No sooner did Vivian get clean, then a cheeky grin came over her face. As her friends watched, she climbed out of the tub and dove straight back into the mud, rolling around to get her beautiful, naked body completely covered again. While back in the mud, she played with her nipples, covering them in mud and teasing them with her fingers. She couldn't get enough.
Eventually though, Vivian got out and got clean again, relaxing in her bath and thinking about everything she'd done, what a wickedly naughty girl she'd been. It didn't matter that she was 27-years old; if her mum found out what happened to her wedding outfit, she was going to be in huge trouble. Maybe she would make up a story about what happened to her clothes, maybe she would just tell her mum the truth. Either way, she would marry Mark wearing a pretty sundress, and a crown of flowers. No one in his family would ever guess that this stunning, elegant young Englishwoman had spent her hen party playing in the mud with pigs, or sleeping around with male sex workers. Speaking of which, one of her friends was now reporting that those strapping young lads for hire were now only an hour away, and everyone needed to go inside and have a proper shower, especially Vivian. She also wanted to give her muddy little tiara a good wash; it would look very cute later that night when she wore it during the orgy. One of her friends teased that maybe later tonight Vivian would get a good spanking for her naughty behavior. Vivian fervently hoped her friend was right. All the girls were restless with excitement. A bride-to-be and her bridesmaids having a night of unrestrained debauchery with handsome sex workers isn't an everyday occurrence after all. And as the sun set over the Yorkshire Dales, Vivian was a very happy young woman.