The Wetgalfan Chronicles: Chapter 4
The Damsel is a Freak

(Wetgalfan's note: I've made a point to stress that a lot of these stories is embellishment to make them interesting. A word of warning that while this one is based on a real event, a lot of the story came from my imagination and what I wished I had done when I had the opportunity. Just enjoy it.)

Now we can go swimming in the rain! Maddie declared.

Maddie, I said, I can understand you wanting to wreck your husband's stuff, but why are you so eager to trash your own.

Because he paid for it; that's why, she replied. Let's not talk about Mike anymore. Now do you want to throw me in the pool wearing this or not?

I had to be grinning from ear to ear. She had even meticulously reapplied her makeup - eye shadow, blush and a vibrant red lipstick that matched her dress. I'm ready when you are! I replied.

All right then! she said. Let's go get wet and see what happens later!

Maddie took me by the hand and we walked down the stairs. At the bottom she swung around in front of me and took both my hands in hers.

I feel like you've been holding back, she said. I gave her a puzzled look.

I told you, you could do whatever you wanted, she went on. Don't leave here tomorrow wishing you'd tried something that you're afraid I won't let you get away with. Use me up. I won't stop you.

She sort of glanced down and then turned to lead me toward the backyard and pool. I didn't have the wisdom then that my years have given me now, but what this was all about was starting to make sense. She wanted me to use her for things her husband would never get the chance to. He had hurt her and this was her way to get back at him, even if he would never know exactly what went on. She would have the satisfaction of knowing that she let someone else use her as he pleased, something her husband would never get the chance to do ever again, a This is what you're missing, sort of thing. All things being equal now, I might have tried to help her in other ways, but I was not quite still a kid and barely a man then. My hormones got the better of me.

We stepped out the back door into the steady summer rain. Maddie instantly became even more beautiful as it soaked her hair, streaked down her face and created vertical stripes of carmine in the bright red dress. Even though we were in a subdivision, her backyard was very secluded. It was surrounded by a privacy fence. The distance between the houses along with rows of mature trees kept it hidden from the upper stories of adjacent homes. The pool was a classic kidney shape with a deep part and a diving board on one end and a slide dumping into the shallow end around the four-foot-deep mark. It was very large. Typical pool furniture including nicely padded lounges with wooden frames surrounded it and the half-open door of a small mini-barn revealed a collection of inflatable toys.

Shall we just jump in, or would you rather shove me in? Maddie asked. It didn't much matter since the rain was getting us all wet pretty quickly.

I have an idea, I said and led her onto the diving board. I got her in front of me and she inched her way to the end, unsteady in the red pumps. I turned her to face me. Maddie closed her eyes, assuming I believe, that I was just going to give her a shove. I wanted something more romantic though. I put my arms around her and pressed my lips against hers.

Mmmm! she moaned in surprise, tensing at first and then relaxing. I started leaning into her more and more. Maddie caught on to what I was doing immediately and leaned backwards. We kept leaning with our lips and tongues pressed together until gravity took over and we fell off the board into the pool.

It was not easy swimming with the sport coat on. Maddie surfaced and was able to get to shallow water fairly easily but I had to just float up on my back and kick to propel myself. That also wasn't easy in loafers. I had swum in shoes many times before and since, but they were tennis shoes or something similar.

Maddie laughed when I caught up to her and stood up in the chest-deep water. You can take off that jacket if you want. I saw you struggling in it. Just let it sink so it absorbs plenty of chlorine.

She was really getting into the idea of wrecking her soon-to-be-ex-husband's stuff. I took the jacket off and let it fall to the bottom. Maddie grabbed it before it did and threw it into the deep end. She wrinkled her nose playfully at me.

I'm going to leave it there and see if I can get him out here tomorrow to see it when he drops the kids off, she declared. Then she spun around in front of me and spread her arms out. How do I look?

Beautiful! I replied. Breathtaking was a better word, but it wasn't one I was prone to using. Her brunette hair was plastered down and water ran from the back in steady streams. She must have purposely chosen cheap makeup because it was already running. Her eye shadow had become racoon eyes and her mascara was running down her face. Her lipstick was smeared from where she kissed me on the diving board. I was probably wearing some of it. The dress was a deep, deep shiny carmine.

I'm glad, because this is kind of fun, she admitted. I've gotten wet before like the rain today, or washing the car with the kids and even once in a while here in the pool, but it's always been in something casual or old. I've never dressed up to go swimming before. It's so naughty!

Well I don't usually wear anything this nice myself, I said.

The rain intensity increased, almost to how it had pounded both of us out there on the road. I lifted Maddie up and sat her on the side with her legs dangling in the water. I was treated to the sight of her hose, making her legs shine. She lifted one foot out of the water and giggled at the water draining from her shoe.

Wooo! she cried, throwing out her arms and tilting her head back and letting the rain pound her face. I pulled myself up onto the side next to her. We kissed and she went straight for my erect cock. Her hand massaged it through the wet slacks and satin boxers. I pulled my hands from behind her, down over her shoulders to rest on and then caress her ample tits.

Maddie rolled over and went into the water and glided out to the middle of the pool. I followed her and took her in my arms. I slid my hands down her back and firmly gripped her ass.

Yes, she whispered. Feel me!

I needed to feel her in another way. I slid my hands back up and found the zipper. I slowly pulled it down, letting my other hand glide down her back as I exposed it. She let me guide the dress off her shoulders and fold the top down around her waist leaving her top in nothing but her wet bra. The white cups were nicely transparent.

I thought you wanted me to swim with my clothes on, she said with a sly grin and a tilt of her head.

I've got a short attention span right now, I replied. Time for something different.

O-o-oh! she drew out, nodding her head. Maddie pulled my tie out of the knot and from around my neck, and slung it into the deep end with the jacket.

I pulled her dress down her hips and legs and she stepped out of it. I swung it over my head to her amusement and let it fly to sink into the deep end.

Someone's gonna know we had fun, she purred as she worked her way down the buttons of my shirt. She pulled it off my arms and tossed it into the deep water.

I kicked out of my shoes and tossed them over myself and then Maddie did the same with hers. Then I discarded my socks into the deep end.

Back in a sec, I said and ducked under. I slid her nylon stay-ups down her legs and she raised up each foot so I could remove them.

I popped back up and it was her turn to duck under. She undid the surely ruined leather belt I had borrowed, then the button and unzipped the fly. She pulled my pants from my waist, kissed my bulging erection that had pitched a tent in the satin boxers and pulled them the rest of the way down for me to step out of. The pants and belt joined the rest of our clothes in the deep water.

Maddie stood looking at me in the water up to our stomachs, her mouth slightly open and her tongue dancing along on her upper teeth, the classic Fuck me now! expression. Rain was pounding us and the surface of the pool in huge drops. She looked like a wild animal. I lifted her up to cradle her in my arms and made my way up the steps in the rain.

I gently laid her onto one of the cushioned lounges that was already reclined all the way down and lay over the top of her, being careful not to put all my weight down.

Mind if I play rough? I whispered in her ear.

She placed her lips on my ear and whispered back, Stop asking me! I told you to do whatever you want!

I grabbed one bra strap and yanked hard. It gave way. Then I tore the other one away. Maddie began to laugh. I reached behind and ripped the clasp apart and threw the bra over my shoulder into the pool. Maddie continued to laugh as I tore the crotch out of her panties and ripped them the rest of the way off to join the bra. She reached up and shredded the boxers and threw them in too.

Take me in the rain! she gasped.

I figured after the pool she might need a little help and I shoved my face into her crotch. Boy! Was I wrong! A gush of juice rolled onto my tongue.

She let herself enjoy that for a few minutes until she decided I needed to get down to business. She pushed my forehead up until we made eye contact. Fuck me! she commanded.

I slid myself up her wet body until we were face-to-face. Her pussy juice covering my lips didn't faze her and she locked lips and tongues with me. I probed into her well-lubricated pussy and I heard her gasp in pleasure. The rain pounded my bare back and ass and I pounded her.

It was like some torrid love scene in a movie out in the open in the pouring rain. I moved from her lips and started kissing her neck. I felt that temptation coming on, but I held off again. What would her kids ask her?

Do it! I heard her gasp. Was she reading my mind?

I figured I ought to start gently in case I misunderstood. She had told me to do whatever I wanted, but you know what can happen when you take someone literally. I sucked on her flesh softly.

Yes. YES! she gasped. Do it! Harder though! Mark me as your bitch!

No mistake on what she meant then. I latched onto her hard and she let out a whimper. Then the pain and delight of being marked pushed her over the edge and she started screaming my name. Man! I hoped the rain drowned her out so the neighbors wouldn't hear. My dam burst and semen painted her vagina for the second time today.

Neither of us was in any hurry afterward. We wrapped our arms around each other and cuddled together, enjoying our bath in the warm summer rainwater.

Maddie got up and started in after some time, but I caught her and threw her into the pool and jumped right in after. We swam naked for hours. We dove and rode the slide. She told me in the four years they had lived in that house, it was the first time she had ever been bare ass in the pool. The rain eventually stopped and fatigue and hunger eventually caught up with us and we went inside.

She looked at herself in the mirror in the downstairs bath and admired my handiwork on her neck. Nice one, she said. About time you used me for whatever you wanted.

We had been wet for hours, but we took another shower in the big master bath to rinse off the pool chemicals. Maddie tried to get me up for another blow job but things had finally stopped cooperating.

Don't feel bad, she said, kissing me under the big shower head in consolation. Even you young pups eventually hit the wall.

It was a good thing we got in the shower. We had both totally forgot our clothes we started out in that day were still soaking wet on the floor. Maddie finally got them in the washing machine.

She gave me another pair of her husband's sexy boxers that he had refused to wear. These were bright red and had been a Valentine's Day gift. Maddie really had some issues to settle and I hoped I was helping her with them. She put on a pair of white bikini panties and nothing else.

Express Pizza of Clarksville delivered fried chicken dinners so we ordered in for supper. I hid and Maddie put on a long robe when the delivery guy showed up.

Topless again, she joined me in front of the TV. She had pay-per-view and we ate chicken and watched stuff she would never let her kids watch in a million years. She stroked my cock, which had come back, and I played with her bare tits until she finally put on the raunchiest movie I'd ever seen, dropped to her knees and sucked me off until I loaded her mouth up again. That woman was a freak!

We called it an early evening after I orally reciprocated. (We were both exhausted.) She promised me a big breakfast in the morning of pancakes and eggs. Mmmm! Mmmm! A real home cooked meal!

Nowadays, I can sleep until 9, 10 and sometimes 11 o'clock on the weekends if the alarm doesn't go off, but back then I was an early riser seven days a week. Maddie thought she was leaving me to sleep, but after a couple of minutes, I followed her down. She was working in the kitchen in her white cotton panties and a white form-fitting ribbed tank top she put on after getting up. Were it not for its racer back, it would have been a wife beater. (Then again, the Fox Network was four years away and COPS several years after that so no one then would have gotten the reference including me.) I watched her silently for a few seconds, setting a carton of eggs out on the counter and mixing up some Bisquick pancake mix in a large pitcher. Then a VERY evil impulse came over me. She had been admonishing me the day before about not doing whatever I wanted to her. I was about to see if I could make her regret that.

I waited for the perfect moment. Just before she was ready to pour out the pancakes into the skillet, I stepped up and asked, Whatcha doin' with that?

Maddie jumped, thinking I was still in bed and swung around. You scared me! she said, giggling in spite of herself. Well, I was about to make some pancakes.

She was holding the pitcher in front of her stomach. I noticed how her perky, nearly perfect braless tits poked out the shirt and each nipple said Hello! I've wondered for years how someone could have walked out on her. Maybe she was too much woman!

I've got a better idea, I said and grabbed the pitcher and wrestled it above her head.

Oh! No-no-NO! she begged. I could hear her voice cracking with laughter. She put up a fight for appearances, but she was never very serious. She was petite, maybe five foot-two, so even my average height had an advantage on her and I was able to wrestle the pitcher above her reach.

I flipped my eyebrows at her and she graciously accepted defeat. She stopped reaching up for the pitcher and put her hands on her hips and looked at me with an annoyed smirk on her face. Had she run, I would not have chased her. Messing up her tiled kitchen and counter tops was one thing but the rest of the house was carpeted. I wasn't that evil.

But she didn't run. She stood there and met her destiny. I tipped the pitcher and Bisquick poured out, splattering onto me when it hit the top of her head, but then oozing down through her hair, over her face and finally saturating her tank top and panties and putting her in a wet t-shit contest of one.

Maddie stood there and giggled. Does anyone remember You Can't do That on Television and the way Lisa used to giggle whenever she got the water or slime instead of Moose? That was exactly what Maddie looked like. Apparently she was going to make a lot of pancakes because before I ran out of batter, her hair was fully saturated as well as her tank top and panties, and batter ran all the way down her legs onto her feet. Plenty had splattered onto me too. It covered my bare chest and soaked the front of the red satin boxers that were beginning to form a tent.

Maddie pouted out her lower lip and slapped her arms against her sides, splattering even more onto me and onto the stove and cabinet doors. You're mean! she declared.

You told me to do whatever I wanted, I teased.

You're mean! she repeated, holding her ridiculous pouty expression.

You ain't seen nothin' yet! I declared.

Uh-oh, she said, mocking a frightened expression.

She saw me reach for the carton of eggs and I think she was genuinely scared when she said, Not EGGS!

I cracked one on the stove and pulled the front of her tank top open to dump it inside. Ewwwww! she protested when it ran over her tits and down her stomach.

I was going to do more over her head and in her panties, but of all the things I'd gotten away with in the last twenty hours or so, that was the one she acted as if she really didn't like. I also knew I was going to have to help her clean up and my experience working in a supermarket in high school had taught me that eggs were not easily cleaned.

O.K, no more eggs, I said and closed the carton.

Thanks, she replied and then gave me the green light and asked, Anything else you want to dump over me though?

Well let me see, I said and headed toward her pantry.

She had kids, so there was no shortage of sweet stuff to choose from. I got her laughing as I pulled out bottles of ice cream syrup in chocolate, strawberry, caramel and butterscotch. Then I found a can of whipped cream in the refrigerator and some paper plates.

I emptied the bottle of butterscotch over Maddie's head. I had to ask, she said, referring to her earlier question. Then she saw how excited I was getting. When I opened the strawberry, she knelt in front of me and pulled my erection out of the boxers' button fly and started to suck. Snickering through her nose the whole time, she blew me while I covered her in the different flavors and then pied her with several whipped cream pies on paper plates.

We beat Messygirl Blow Jobs by twenty years at least. I didn't really even know this was a thing then. I just had an impulse and followed it. I came and she took it like a trooper like she had the other times. When she got to her feet, she made a whipped cream pie and smashed it in my face. I deserved one anyway. Then she lay down in the mess, guiding me down with her. I took off the wrecked panties and went down on her. She told me that was her favorite encounter of the weekend.

Now you have to help me clean all this up! she declared after I'd taken her to orgasm. We cleaned up in the shower in the downstairs bathroom and stayed naked to clean up the kitchen. It didn't take very long with both of us working, but we needed another shower by the time we were done.

Well, that was your breakfast, Maddie said, Now what do we do?

There's always Shoney's, I suggested.

If you aren't familiar with the chain, think Big Boy or Denny's. They had an excellent breakfast bar that served until after noon on weekends. I was surprised how early it still was after all of that, a little before nine. I dressed in my own clothes, fresh from the dryer and she drove us in the Buick to the Clarksville Shoney's location.

I often went on a Saturday morning in lieu of eating in the mess hall again, so I was familiar with their fare. One of my favorite things to do was to get French toast and load it up with strawberries.

Maddie was already seated when I sat down in the booth across from her with my plate. I knew that I had not only NOT pushed doing whatever I wanted to do with her too far earlier, but that she had truly enjoyed it when she reached across with her fork and took one of my strawberries covered in a rich red syrup and said, Too bad I didn't have some of this at home earlier, and seductively ate the strawberry. What a woman! She could make eating look sexy!

I offered to pay since our original breakfast ended up all over us but mostly her, but she insisted on paying. We stopped off at Winn Dixie to replace all of her kids' ice cream toppings I had repurposed and then she said she needed to run into Dillard's in the mall for a few minutes. I didn't go in either time. She joked that going into Shoney's together was a big enough risk for her. I understood what she meant.

Maddie tossed me the keys when she came out of the mall and told me to drive. Once we were out of the parking lot, she did her impersonation of Beverly D'Angelo from that summer's big hit, National Lampoon's Vacation and rode with her head in my lap.

When we got back to her house, she showed me what she got at Dillard's. They're for you, she said as she took two pairs of jams shorts, two Ocean Pacific t-shirts and a package of Jockey fashion boxer briefs from the bag. You'll look a little nicer next time you go girl-watching and maybe more of them will be watching you. It was her subtle way of telling me that I should step up my game to impress ladies. I took her advice to heart. Oh, right, you probably didn't know that jams were popular in the eighties. They were shorts/swim shorts that went down over the knee or in the case of these were Bermuda length and came in wild, bright patterns. One pair was tiger-striped and the other was ocean waves. Even though OP is now sold at Walmart, it was once considered a hot designer label.

Saturday had been a washout, but Sunday was hot and sunny. The temperature shot right up into the nineties by early afternoon. Let's have some fun in the pool, Maddie said.

O.K, I simply replied.

Go pick something else for me to wear, she teased.

What's wrong with what you have on? I asked. She had dressed for breakfast similarly to the way she was dressed when I met her: A teal golf shirt and gray walking shorts. I figured it was fine since I was planning on going in wearing what I had on. I could wear some of my new clothes back to the fort.

I suppose, she replied, but with everything in my closet to choose from, you can do better than this. It's your last chance to get me all wet. Make it a good one!

Maddie led me upstairs to her closet. My eye went straight to the first thing I had noticed the day before in the dry cleaner's bag. However I still felt I shouldn't ask her to wear that no matter how much I would have liked to see her in the pool in it. I started to move on.

Maddie must have been paying close attention to me because she noticed the first thing I was looking at.

What was wrong with that? she asked.

What? I said, my head snapping back toward her. Maddie, I can't make you wear your wedding dress!

Well, I think the rules I set down say you can! she replied.

But it's yourwedding dress!

Do you honestly think I care about that now?

She had a point. This whole weekend had become her revenge against her estranged husband. However the concept of Trash the Dress either for a celebrating couple or a woman celebrating divorce was thirty years in the future. Wedding dresses got wet and ruined in TV and movies for comedy, but for the average person, it simply wasn't done.

But wouldn't you rather just donate it or sell it at a thrift shop or something? I countered.

I'd rather burn it, she replied, which is probably what I will do if you don't decide you want to make me get wet in it!

This was another one of those issues she had to settle. Oh well, I really DID want to see her get it wet. Go for it then, I said with a grin.

Now, we need to find something for you to go with it, she said, pulling me from the closet.

I was just gonna wear this, I replied, gesturing to my own clothes. I can wear some of your presents when I leave.

That's up to you if you want to wear what I got you this evening, but if I'm going in the pool in my wedding gown, you're going to complement me! And I know just the thing!

She dragged me into Mike's closet and went through a couple of suits until she found a black tux. The bastard took most of his suits with him, she explained, but he doesn't have enough room in his apartment for all of them. He left behind what he didn't think he would need right away.

Maddie shoved the tux and the shirt that went with it into my hands and then the bow tie. Isn't this going to really piss him off? I asked.

I hope so! she replied. Now where are his tux shoes?

I went ahead and pulled off my t-shirt, shoes, socks and shorts while Maddie looked for her husband's tux shoes, and started getting dressed. We'd been naked together all weekend. Changing in front of her was nothing.

This isn't his wedding tux, is it? I asked.

Oh no, he rented that, she explained. This is the one he wears to galas in town and in Nashville when he wants to schmooze. He won't anymore!

Maddie dropped a box by my feet. There are the shoes. Now I am going to find everything that goes with my dress! She pulled the golf shirt over her head and dropped the shorts to show off her plain white bra and panties before going back to her closet.

I heard her rummaging through the closet's built-in dressers while I got dressed. I sat down on the bed when I was finished.

Ready or not, her I come! she teased before emerging. She stepped out in the gown, obviously belonging to the mid-nineteen-seventies. She must have gotten it from the Montgomery Ward's catalog because that is where this picture I found one like originated.



It had a high collar and what I can only describe as a Prince Valiant shield top. It had long sheer sleeves and went nearly to the floor. White patent leather pumps were just hinted at under the hem of the dress. She even wore the sheer veil.

I even found my wedding lingerie! Maddie declared. She pulled up her dress and showed off the lace panties and matching elastic leg garters holding up the silk thigh-high stockings. I could imagine one of those garters getting slid down at the reception and tossed to the eligible bachelors.

The bra matches the panties, she said. You'll get to see it eventually!

It's thirty-four years later now and yes, I figured out that this was all colors of twisted long before now. It has also occurred to me that if someone did something like this now in the middle of a divorce and left as much evidence as we did, it would ruin her case. However things eventually work out for both of us so stay with me. I followed her out to the pool and I guided her to the side of the deep end. I took her in my arms and kissed her. I pulled back away from her and she stood there with her head cocked, smiling. Then I reached out and gave her a shove.

Maddie closed her eyes and kept a contented and somewhat submissive smile on her face until she went under. The huge veil was the last thing to vanish in the water. She came up and surprisingly was able to tread water very well in all the material, especially with the wet veil in the way of her arms. She didn't even lose her shoes despite how hard she had to kick.

Thank you, darling! she mocked. It was so hot up there. I'm cool now. Please join me!

It WAS hot in the sun, especially in a black tux. I stepped up onto the board and bounced off the end to splash in with a cannon ball, plastering her with water. We splashed. We dove. We rode the slide. We played water battle on air mattresses, all dressed like we had just gotten married in 1975. I knew the dress was very heavy because the tux was. Still, Maddie kept getting out and letting me see the water running out of it in gallons before jumping or diving back in. We made up a diving game where we rescued the clothes we'd left on the bottom on Saturday and left them in a wet pile. Diving down and getting back up wasn't as easy as it sounded.

Then she noticed something. There was a very large brown muddy puddle in the back corner of her yard by the privacy fence. It looked like her kids had been digging around back there, and the previous day's rain had filled it up.

Wow! What a mess! she said. I didn't even notice that yesterday! Before I would have never let them make a mess like that. Lately, I've been letting them get away with more and more.

She looked down at her bedraggled wedding gown and I saw the idea enter her head. Wanna mud wrestle? she asked.

I didn't even try to talk her out of it like I did getting the dress wet. I just took her hand and led her out of the pool and across the yard. She let go of my hand and waded right out into the middle of the mud hole. Her shoes sank into the mud and she nearly tripped a couple of times. Mud stained the bottom of the dress. When she got to the center, she turned around and said, Come and get me!

I waded in and Mike's patent leather tux shoes sank completely under and mud seeped onto my pants legs. I got out to the center where Maddie waited for me. We locked arms, but I had height on her, I had weight on her and she was trying to balance on 3-inch heels. She went down on her butt in the gooey mud in about three seconds. She knew I had every advantage over her and she didn't care. She wanted to be thrown down and rolled in the mud over and over.

I was easy on her and got her back to her feet. She came at me again and I plopped her right back down on her butt, yanked the veil off and tossed it in the mud. Then I scooped handful after handful into her hair and smeared it all over her face. She shrieked and laughed and never once complained.

She did eventually get a little more aggressive. She tried to yank me down by the jacket and I just slipped out of it. That threw her off balance and she landed on her ass. She threw the jacket away.

Humph! she grunted and folded her arms and pretended to pout. If you want to know what she looked like at this point, imagine this lady wearing the wedding dress I showed you. (I wish waterproof cameras and video cameras had been readily available then.



I pounced on her and rolled her back in the mud. She responded by yanking the muddy bow tie from around my neck. I grabbed both sleeves at the shoulders and ripped, tearing the sheer material away and suddenly making her dress sleeveless. She tore my shirt open, popping buttons everywhere. Her skirt was has hiked up and her legs were exposed. I grabbed a run in one of her silk stockings and ripped a giant hole in it. She got a good grip on my left sleeve and tore it from my shirt. I grabbed the high collar with both hands and ripped the front of her dress open almost to her waist. She ripped my other sleeve off. I discarded the shredded shirt.

We were laughing our asses off destroying each other's clothes. I grabbed the ripped open front of her dress and pulled it over her arms and down to her waist. Then I scooped up two handfuls of mud and smeared them over the cups of her lace bra.

Instead of attacking me again, Maddie turned her back to me and got on all fours. She pulled the dress up and flashed me her muddy lace panties.

Rip 'em off and fuck me! she commanded.

I reached between her legs and tore the crotch open to expose a muddy ass and pussy. I got up on my knees in the mud behind her. I opened the ruined tux pants and dropped them to my knees and then I pulled my horny cock out of my own ruined underwear and shoved it inside her.

I am completely aware that this just keeps getting more and more twisted. I'm fucking her doggie style in her ripped up wedding dress in her backyard in the mud. I thrust into her for all I was worth. Just to see how far I could go with her, I reached up and gently pushed down on the back of her head. She offered no resistance and let me fully shove her face in the mud. I didn't hold it, but I did do it again, and againand again, and each time she just submissively went straight down into the mud without a struggle.

I found the zipper in the pile of fabric on her back and pulled it down and when I got to the bottom, gave a hard yank. The dress ripped apart halfway down the skirt. Two more yanks and it was ripped off her and tossed into the mud like the worthless rag it now was. I tore at her bra until it was ribbons and then I finished ripping her panties apart.

Yes. YES! STRIP ME NAKED! she moaned. Show me what I'm good for!

Left with nothing but her shredded stockings, Maddie released herself into a moaning orgasm and I relaxed and filled her up with cum once more. We both collapsed into the muck and I kicked off the tux pants. We lay there sharing muddy kisses until we both caught our breath.

That was fun, she said. Too bad I only had one wedding dress.

Anyone ever tell you you're freaky? I asked.

Someone used to, she replied.

I began to play with her shredded stockings and tore them off her little by little. Maddie propped herself up on one arm in the mud and watched me with an amused look on her face, like a mother would watch a child playing.

Are you having fun? she asked.

Oh yes, I replied and ripped the last remnants of silk from her legs and left her with nothing but two elastic garters on her thighs.

Sorry, but you deserve this, she said and grabbed the fly of my muddy underwear that was still parted by my spent cock and ripped. She gleefully shredded my once-white briefs, which I had no intention of trying to salvage anyway, and left me lying naked in the mud.

You've turned your kids' little dig site into a mud wallow, I began. You gonna let 'em play in it?

I'll probably come out here and play in it with them, she admitted with a sly grin. But do you mind if we get cleaned up now?

I helped her up and we got the hose and rinsed off. We were still gritty here and there and so we dried off with pool towels and went upstairs to the big shower in her bathroom. I was really enjoying myself here, but soon it would all be over.

You want another topless meal? she asked me after the shower.

That's a silly question, I replied.

I broke a pair of boxer briefs out of the 3-pack of Jockeys she got me. They were blue with neon green waistband and trim around the fly and the bottom of the legs. Maddie put on a pair of red polyester bikini panties, the kind that are really shiny, and took me down to the kitchen. We made sandwiches and took them outside with some ice tea. Maddie seemed absolutely at home either naked or half naked outdoors. She sat in my lap under the patio umbrella and we fed each other the sandwiches that she had cut down to finger size. We made out and I felt up her luscious breasts.

We don't have much longer, she admitted. Anything you want to do.

I wanted to see her swimming in nothing but those red panties. I swept her up and carried her shrieking and giggling out onto the diving board.

You must love the water, she said and kissed me as I jumped off. We played in the water like kids, wrestling, sliding, diving and knocking each other off of air mattresses. She said she wanted to take a breather and we snuggled up together on one of the lounges.

The finality of this wild, unplanned weekend was laying heavy on me. Soon her kids would be back and I would need to be gone. I knew what the answer would probably be, but I needed to give it a shot.

Still not wanting me around after today? I asked.

You know what I said in the shower, she replied. We don't have any future.

You can't know that, I countered. No one knows the future.

She continued to stand her ground: I know that this was what I needed today, but what I'm going to need eventually is someone who is established. You've already said you don't want to stay in the army; that you intend to go back home and go to college. Don't give that up! I need someone stable who is willing to be stepdad to my kids. You really don't want that, and how would I explain you to them? I'm having enough trouble explaining why their dad is with someone your age.

It was hard to hear then, but I know now that she was absolutely right. Here I had just left things with Mary Beth as non-committal because I didn't want to get tied down just yet. Why was I trying to get tied down to her?

O.K, I gave in and said, promise me if you ever need a weekend like this again

You'll be the first to know, she interrupted.

Can I ask you something else? I said.

Shoot.

If it wasn't for your kids?

Oh, I'd keep you here and enjoy you morning, noon and night! she exclaimed comically. I'd never let you go back to army and I'd go broke buying hot clothes for you to get me wet, muddy and messy in!

Thanks, I said, chuckling. If I see you around town, can I at least say 'Hi'?

Of course you can! she said, her expression telling me that should be obvious. I'm not going to act like I don't know you!

Just promise me one thing, I said. When you do meet someone who you think you have a future with, make sure he gets to see this side of you a lot.

You bet, she replied. And don't you dare settle for a girl who won't let you see this side of her!

It's a deal!

See pulled up close to me and we kissed. She put her hand on my chest and ran it down over my stomach to rest on my crotch, giving my again-erect cock a squeeze.

Jeez! she exclaimed comically. Are you horny again? What the hell am I going to do with you?

Maddie was already rolled over and straddling me, tugging my wet underwear down my legs. I was laughing at her fake annoyance. I'm gonna teach this persistent pecker of yours a lesson if it's the last thing I ever do! she mocked and slipped her mouth over my dick and began bobbing.

You stubborn little pecker! she pulled off me and teased. I'll teach you to get all hard on me again!

I was laughing hard now. She kept up the act. Oh! So you think it's funny, eh Mister? You think it's funny that I have to blow you again? Well laugh at this!

She pulled her panties off, swept mine up from where she had dropped them next to the lounge and tossed both of them into the pool. She swung around so she was facing my feet and grabbed my cock again. Lowering her crotch into my face she scolded, Just for that you can take care of this! and sat on my face while she got busy on me.

She was deep-throating my stubborn pecker and gushing all over me as I plunged my tongue into her. She wasn't making leaving easy at all! My own private Mrs. Robinson was giving me my very first 69.

I came first, but it wasn't long after she swallowed it down that she was moaning out OH GOD! and enjoying herI'd lost countorgasm of the weekend.

She turned around and French kissed me, pussy juice and all. If you get hard again while we skinny dip, you can fuck me on the diving board, she whispered to me and then jumped off the lounge and dove in the pool. I followed right behind her. I thought I was spent after the blow job, but the promise of swimming between her legs as well as in the pool firmed me up after forty minutes or so, and before going in, I was nailing her on the board. It was fun pumping away and having the board bounce and share in the work.

She turned her head to one side and presented the unblemished part of her neck to me. Be my guest, she gasped and whimpered softly at the delightful pain of being marked. I made one that would last for days because I didn't let up until the whimpers became the moans of an orgasm and I let myself deposit one more load between her legs. After coming down from the high, she jumped in the water to salvage our underwear and headed in.

We were dressed by the time we heard her husband pull up. He always parks on the side where my car is, she said. Wait until you hear my kids come in and then back out.

She really wanted him to know something went on. She kissed me one more time and sent me into the garage. I did what she asked and waited until I heard the kids going up the stairs and her talking to him at the door. I raised the garage door and backed the Impala out. It was my first time seeing what he looked like since she had already removed his picture everywhere in the house. Balding somewhat, he looked older than her even though he was her age. Maybe she really had become too much woman for him as she matured and he had to find some young girl who wasn't as experienced.

He stared at me as I backed out to the street and I saw her smiling most satisfied. She had worn a tank top so the two hickies would have nowhere to hide. Now he was seeing who created them. My last sight of him was his head snapping back around at her and him pushing past her to go inside. I would have loved to see his reaction to the unmade bed, the wet and muddy clothes out back and the shredded muddy wedding dress, lingerie and tux.

I was usually pretty active over the weekend, so I was no stranger to PT and our battalion's Monday morning five-mile run being a challenge, but I just barely made it that day. It was so worth it though!

Epilogue

I know there will be comments like, Did you ever see her again? I did twice and ironically my family was with me both times.

Later that year, I was awarded a four-day pass after completing the 101st Airborne's Air Assault School. That was the rappelling out of helicopters thing I mentioned during the Mary Beth story and I said I was uncomfortable with heights. Anyway, my parents came down for a visit over the weekend I took my pass and I stayed with them at the motel which coincidentally was next door to Shoney's. We went in there on Saturday morning before I took them to show them around Nashville. I was at the breakfast bar and looked over and saw Maddie sitting there with her two kids. She noticed me and first looked surprised and then began to smile. I looked at her plate and it had a big helping of strawberry French toast. Guess I'd gotten her hooked on it. That or it was just how she remembered me. When her kids weren't looking, she scooped up some strawberries and sauce in a spoon and gestured like she was going to drop it down her top.

I started laughing, but I gestured to her to ask if she wanted me to come over and talk. She gestured toward her kids and reluctantly shook her head, No. I understood. I was still chuckling when I went back to our table.

The next time was a few years later and unfortunately involved a tragedy. Seven months after I left the army and Ft. Campbell, nearly 250 soldiers died in a plane crash in Gander, Newfoundland returning to the states after a special deployment in Egypt. I knew a couple of people on that flight.

As a member of the 101st Airborne Division Veterans Association. I donated to the building of the memorial to the victims that was built at Ft. Campbell. My parents also donated when they saw the letter the association sent me to solicit. The memorial was completed in the spring of 1987 and as contributors we were invited to the dedication. We went, accompanied by my future wife.

Who should I run into at the ceremony but Maddie! Many people from the surrounding area had donated and were also in attendance. She brought her kids and a new husband, Matt. She didn't shy away from seeing me this time, in fact she saw me first. I heard my name called and turned around into a big hug. We introduced each other to our significant others as old friends and Maddie simply explained that I had helped her when she was broken down in the rain and left it at that. I don't know if Matt ever learned the truth, but my wife never learned the whole story. In fact, to this day, this is the very first time I've told it. Shows how much I trust my friends in the WAM community!

We exchanged addresses and phone numbers that time so we could keep in touch and later as technology increased, we exchanged emails and became Facebook friends. We exchange Christmas cards between families and birthday cards that are usually more personal. I always put a note in hers daring her to do something wet, messy or exhibitionist with her husband. She always includes a picture of her in a wet t-shirt, showering or swimming in clothes, getting messy with something, pulling up her shirt and flashing her tits or if it was a milestone birthday, posing totally naked. Her hair is a bit gray now and she's a grandmother, but she still looks great and she was an inspiration for Darcie's mother, (along with someone else you'll meet later). And she still assures me that she has kept her promise and always lets her husband treat her just like she let me treat her on a regular basis.

He just doesn't know why!