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Mud Bath Dirty Girl

We were walking up the trail, surrounded by huge redwoods, the sky a deep blue, distantly seen through the tall branches. I felt great and I know Jen did too. Our second vacation alone in two years since our child had been born. We'd found this vacation spot driving the area last year and had come back for a full week. A 'naturist' resort near Calistoga, accessible by a trail or by a camp bus. We'd elected to take the four-hour hike in. So far, we'd had the trail to ourselves. We were carrying light packs, I mean how much clothing do you need for a summer vacation at a nudist camp?

I'd been sort of surprised at Jen's enthusiasm about being naked, but there were a lot of things that still surprised me about her. Ours had been a very whirlwind romance and we hadn't really talked much about our prior experiences, though there had been some tantalizing tidbits she let fall occasionally. We stopped for a rest on a fallen log. She looked great shrugging out of her back pack. Pregnancy had given her huge tits that she'd never lost even though she was only five pounds heavier than before baby. She caught me looking and said, "I like it that you still stare at my boobs."

"I won't be the only one staring at them for the rest of the week."

"A little jealous?"

"Hell no, I'm the one the others will be jealous of. In fact, why don't you take off that bra for the rest of the way."

She shrugged. "Sure".

Her t-shirt was thin white silk and her nipples came up nicely as she shrugged back into the silk. Watching her put her backpack on was poetry. She grinned at me. "Happy?"

"Very. I wonder how many people will be there."

"I think they're full."

"Umm lots of people to admire your naked body."

"And yours. Remember that girl last time who kept on trying to talk to us? She definitely had designs on you." She paused. "Have you ever slept with two girls at once?"

"No. How about you?"

She laughed "Two girls? Nope. One girl yes. Two guys at once yes."

This was the sort of small revelation she'd make. Of course I wanted to know more, but I'd learned from experience that if I pressed her for details she'd clam up.

We were walking side by side. I said, "I had a girlfriend who kept on saying she wanted her best friend to sleep with us but I think she was just testing to see if I was interested in her. "

"I had that crazy boyfriend in college and he kept on and on about wanting me to do his former roommate, so finally I did." She looked at me. "A lot of guys seem to have that fantasy. It's actually pretty grounded anthropologically."

I haven't mentioned that Jen is a social anthropologist, so she tends to look at things from a pretty broad perspective. "Early sexual group behavior probably involved a lot of sharing as a bonding thing."

"So how did it work out?"

"For me it was great. The friend was cute and hung like a horse, but it didn't turn out so well."

"How so?"

"Oh look at the valley. Do you think that's the camp?" She was pointing to a clearing high up on the mountain. A roof could be faintly seen through the branches.

"No I don't think so. I think it's in the valley."

"Well, women are just like men. We'd been monogamous for nearly a year, so it was new cock syndrome for me and frankly the experience of being fucked by two guys was very stimulating."

"New cock syndrome?"

She laughed, "Come on guys get the same thing. If you were to have someone new right now the stimulation would be incredible. All those first penetration hormones would be flying around. It's easier if you know what's going to happen, but it's pretty intense if you don't. My boyfriend seemed to have a good time at the time, I mean he came four times, as did the other guy, but then he started brooding about it. He wanted to do it again, and then he broke up with me saying he could see I really wanted to be with his friend. I didn't but it was pretty painful."

"Bummer."

"Yeah I though about it a lot. I could never figure out if he wanted the experience of watching another guy fuck me or if he wanted that particular friend to fuck me. If he really wanted the experience it should have been with someone neither of us was likely to see again. Trouble was he found it really exciting, and I think he feared that excitement. It's pretty tough. I suppose it's the same thing with women. If we were to bring a girl to bed there would be a natural desire for you to sleep with her again and maybe exclusively. Yet I've always thought there should be some form of release in a marriage."

Now she was talking more openly than I'd ever heard her. I knew she'd had a pretty open life before we met,, though I'd never asked her how many sexual experiences she’d had. I knew she'd put herself though college doing massage. Once, I think just before we'd found out she was pregnant, she’d offered to workout a cramp that I'd gotten playing a game of pickup. She had amazing hands, and she’d working out the knot pretty quickly, but continued working my legs, and suddenly I was almost painfully aroused. I'd joked that this must be the $500 massage and she'd replied, "No, just $350".

I played along, but when she started feather light touches along my balls and the underside of my shaft I was almost begging for release. She'd hopped onto the massage table and straddled me, her wet pussy sliding along the bottom of my shaft. I'd moaned, "Is this part of the $350 massage?"

With a twist of her hips shed pushed me deep inside, moaning, "No this'll cost you a thousand." She was always well dressed and had come out of a graduate degree with no student loans. We never played the massage game again though. The week before we’d been to a college staff party in costume. She was wearing a ghostly zombie costume with torn Victorian gown. When she’d had me zip her up I’d seen she wasn’t wearing any panties. I’d commented that I was going to be thinking about her being pantiless all through the party and she’d looked at me funny. “You’re going to find it erotic that all these men are going to be looking at me and that I’ll be sexually available to them just by lifting up the back of my skirt?”

That had been a little more explicit than my thoughts but it worked for me.

I could feel myself getting hard at the memory of these past conversations. I said "I always understood that marriage involves sacrifices and that fidelity was just one of the costs. I always figured it was safer to just ignore the urges."

"I don't think suppression is very healthy."

"So what's the answer?"

"I have no idea, but I think it's good to go to nudist places and look. I’d rather do things in the open than be secretive."

"So you like looking at strange cock as much as I enjoy seeing other women naked?"

"I actually think, from observation that you enjoy men looking at me more than you enjoy seeing other women naked, but yes I enjoy seeing other men naked."

"More, no, but I do enjoy it."

"Do you have fantasies about watching me get it on with other men?"

I had to laugh, "I didn't before, but I will now. How did it work?"

"Oh they did me separately and then they both did me. One vaginally, the other anally and then once both vaginally at the same time." She reached over and grabbed me. Of course I was rock hard. "See? Pretty stimulating huh?"

We were laughing as we rounded the corner, and I was almost startled out of my wits when we came across a guy sitting on a rock surrounded by the largest back pack I'd ever seen. When he turned his head I was even more startled to see Ted, our former neighbor. We'd moved away from our San Francisco neighborhood just before our son’s birth, to move to new jobs in Houston. I'd always like Ted, though his wife Julie was a bit of a snob.

He recognized us at once. He stood up and we saw he was completely covered in sweat and had a pretty deep cut on one shoulder, and it was bleeding pretty freely around a sock he’d covered it with. Jen was out of her pack in a second. "Are you OK? What happened."

He looked sheepish as he explained that he was taking two weeks supplies up to their cottage in the hills and that he'd slipped and fallen. "What a pain in the ass, now I'll have to cache most of it and come back over two days. I embarrassed I'm not even carrying a proper first aid kit."

I've got to tell you I'm a bit compulsive about this kind of thing. Even for a four-hour hike I carry a spot satellite messenger, a gallon of water, three days dried food and a first aid kit. The cut was pretty deep and I disinfected it, put some butterflies on it and a field dressing as well as some antibiotic ointment. He asked where we were going and Jen told him.

He said, "Ah the naturist place."

I didn't really care that he knew We didn't have any mutual friends. I became conscious of just how obvious Jen’s boobs were, though I hadn't noticed Ted staring. "How far is your cabin?"

"I think a mile and a half, but a lot uphill."

I looked at Jen. "Want to split the load and take it up there? Shouldn't put us too far behind."

"Sure." She said. Ted protested, but I could tell he was relieved. We divided the pack, with Ted putting a load on his good shoulder and headed off. I should have weighed the fucking pack before I offered. Even split up I was carrying over 80 lbs. He must have been toting 120 lbs. We took 15 minute breaks but it was still an hour and a half before we arrived at the clearing Jen had spotted earlier. It was a small wood cabin, on the edge of a small meadow with a creek running by. It was pretty cool. Ted explained his wife's father had been something with forestry and they had this on a 99 year lease. I was whipped, and it had taken a lot longer to get here than I’d thought. I had some concern that we wouldn't be at the camp before dark and I really didn't want to be on a trail at night. Ted saw the problem before I said a word and offered to raise the camp on his shortwave, telling them we'd be there tomorrow. "This is cramped, but there are bunk beds."

The cabin was one room occupied mostly by one large bed with a half second floor. The big covered deck contained the wood stove and a solar refrigerator. Ted saw my reluctance and said, “We can walk to the hot springs. I guarantee that will make this worthwhile."

I looked at Jen who shrugged her shoulders then nodded. We put the packs inside the cabin, took towels and bathing suits and headed up the trail. Ted brought along a torch. Before he left he started the outdoor wood burning stove and set it for a slow burn with the ingredients for a stew. The pine forest was thick with evening scent, I figured we had only two hours till dark. I was beat. The hot spring was worth it though. The hot water burbled up through rocks, set about with wild ferns. A small pool steamed and a gaseous vent bubbled in the center and nearby a small waterfall came off the rocks. Someone had put a lot of work into the site. Two stone benches were near the hot pool and some of the cold water could be diverted to regulate the hot pools temperature. There was a mud pit nearby.

"This was an Indian healing place for thousands of years. We found markings on the rocks over there. It’s on the registry. The mud is supposed to be ther*peutic. It always makes me feel better. I've got to tell you though that it will permanently stain any clothing or swim suits."

Jen laughed and said, "Well day one of our naturist vacation." I stood there as she stripped off top and bottoms and walked over to the pool. Ted said, “Have a dip while I mix some mud." He stripped pretty well I've got to say. Heavier muscled than I am, about fifteen years older too but he looked good for someone in his early 40's. I was a little conscious of the conversation Jen and I had been having just before we ran into Ted and in fact my cock felt a little chubbier than usual. I hoped I wouldn't embarrass myself with an erection. Ted was walking ahead of me and I hadn't seen his cock yet, but I saw Jen turn around and knew her eyes had taken it in.

I slipped into the hot pool behind Jen. Ted was off behind some bushes, and we could see him walking back and forth with buckets of mud.

I looked at Jen. “This feels good doesn’t it.”

The spring smelled faintly of sulphur. Jen smiled at me and waded over to the bubbling geyser in the middle. “Oh this is very well positioned. I think I could get off just standing here.”

Now I was feeling a little funny. Here we were, naked in a hot spring, with my wife obviously feeling very sexual, with a naked former neighbor getting a mud bath ready. I waded over to her, and put my arms around her and felt what she was talking about. The stream of water and bubbles was pretty intense and I could feel her lips fluttering in the current. She reached around to find my cock hard against her backside. “I wish you could fuck me right now.”

I raised my hands to her breasts. They felt almost weightless in the mineral water, and I brushed her nipples through my fingers. They were standing hard and I pulled them with my fingers. She moaned a little and I felt her arms move. When I put one hand back to her legs I felt her fingers playing with her clit. The wave of water was between her legs and then she started trembling and I knew she was cumming.

I looked up to see Ted just easing himself into the pool. He’d obviously seen what we were doing, and his cock was half hard. It was, I thought, shorter than mine, but thicker and had a bend upwards.

He said, “I see you found the current. I think that’s Julie’s favorite part of the entire vacation experience.”

I was a little embarrassed, but Jen said, “I can certainly see why. That’s quite intense.” She moved off it, and waded to the side of the pool. “And this water is very hot.” She put her arms behind herself and pushed herself onto the rock ledge. This had the effect of making her boobs bounce in a very spectacular fashion. Her nipples were very pink and hard.

Ted said, “I was going to warn you that the oxides can turn blonde hair red, but I see that isn’t a problem.”

Jen laughed and looked down. “Nope, no public hair here.” Her legs were apart and she was leaning slightly back on her hands. It was quite a luscious display. Jen has large lips and a very prominent clit, which, right now, was showing signs of its recent orgasm, as it stuck out fully from its hood. She seemed content with the fact that Ted was at face level with it, staring at her most intimate parts. “So what about the mud bath. How does that work?”

“The mud’s supposed to be ther*peutic. It’s best if you rub it in, which acts like kind of a loofah and then let it dry. Allegedly it removes impurities.”

“It sounds like you don’t believe it works.”

“Well you know scientists. We’re all skeptics. But the fact is I always feel much better when I’ve done it.”

I was boiling, but was very conscious of the fact that my cock was still hard. Jen looked at me and said, “Your face is red like a turkey, you should probably get out.” She patted the rock beside her. “Come on. It’s OK if you’re still hard, I’m sure Ted’s seen a few before.” I hopped up beside her, my cock as red as a thermometer tip from the heat. She laughed, “I’m impressed it’s still hard with all that heat.”

Ted said, “Ah youth.” Fact was he seemed completely comfortable looking at my hard cock. I wondered if he’d gotten hard himself. I willed myself soft but it didn’t seem to have any effect. Jen was staring at it and now at me. She slipped back into the water and faced me. She lifted my feet and rubbed the sensitive soles over her hard nipples. She knew that drove me crazy. My cock jumped and a little squirt of precum rolled out. I slipped back into the water.

Jen said, “I think we should get out before we boil away.” I followed her as she waded to the side. Ted said, “I’ll be out in a few minutes. The mud is beside the benches.”

There were two benches, and mud had been smeared over one. I put my hand in it. It was warm. I said, “You first?”

She said, “No you lay down.”

I did and she dumped what felt like most of the bucket on me. The mud was thick and covered completely. Jen made sure it covered the naughty bits and poured an extra glop over the resulting erection. She stoked it for a bit and then had me turn over. She had me turn over, and poured the rest of the bucket on me and have me a slow lazy back rub. The stone started to heat me under the coating of mud. Amazingly I drifted off to sleep.

I don't know how long I was asleep but I woke to the sensation of warm water being poured over my back. I looked up to see a mud covered Jen pouring water over me, cleaning off the dried mud. I was toasty warm. I looked over to see a mud covered Ted laying on the stone opposite. It took me only a few seconds to realize who had covered him in mud and a few more seconds to realize who had covered Jen. Jen was scrubbing off the mud, with a combination of the cold water from the tap and warm from the bucket. "Feeling better sleepy head?"

She sluiced the mud off and told me to turn over. "We have to get the mud off before we get in the pool. Do you want to rinse Ted off, he cant get to it and keep his arm dry."

She winked at me again as she poured warm water on my cock and rubbed the mud off. I didn't want to rub the mud off his butt, so I said, "You put it on so you take it off." she leaned down and kissed me "And I had fun doing it too." she squeezed my cock. "Come on you can watch. I'll bet it makes you hard."

I sat up as she walked over to him with a fresh bucket of warm water. She turned on the cold and washed his back with her hand, and then moved down to his butt. She poured the bucket between his cheeks and then rubbed the loosened mud with her hand, sloshing cold water over. Ted was up on his elbows, grinning at me. "Your wife has an evil sense of humor."

I said, "You don't know the half of it."

She said to me, "I bet him that he'd get aroused watching me wash you off.” She turned back to him and said, “Turn over."

He flipped over and said, “Looks like you lost that bet.”

She poured water on his hard and muddy cock. The mud had gotten tangled in his chest hair and she put a fair effort into getting it out, moving down his stomach to get it clean. His cock did have a pronounced curve to it and it's head was touching his belly button. She was grazing the head as she worked to get the mud off his stomach. She looked over at me. "See I won the bet with you too."

I was hard as I could ever remember getting. She finished off his legs and then said, "Since I won both bets the two of you have to do me."

I did a double take and she laughed, a low and throaty. "I mean get the mud off." she lay down and I filled the bucket while Ted washed the cold water hose over her back. When I came back I poured the warm water over her butt and then loosened the mud. I moved down her legs while Ted sprayed the cold water rinsing off the mud. She flipped over and Ted start red spraying her shoulders while I poured more water on her legs. I went to get another bucket of warm and when I got back saw Ted rubbing the mud off her breasts. Both of us were still hard. I poured the warm water over his hands as he swirled the mud around. Her pink nipples poked through his fingers. He took the hose and washed her belly, and she spread her legs so we could get the mud off there as well. I put down the bucket, but didn’t clean the mud off her lips, instead moving down to her feet. Ted directed the spray at her vagina, but it was obvious the spray alone wasn’t going to loosen the mud. He moved his hand to her lips and stopped. “Come on Ted. I’m sure Jack has figured out that you put the mud on. Let him watch you get it off.”

I was still getting the mud off her feet. I watched Ted move his hands over her lips, loosening the mud, then pushing back her hood and spraying her clit. He pinched and pulled her lips while I watched and Jen had another orgasm. As she started to cum she reached over and I saw her hand curl around his cock. She moaned and said, “I teased him but I wouldn’t let him cum because I wanted you to watch.” She sat up and continued pulling his cock. With her other hand she was playing with his balls and then I saw her reach under and put a finger in his ass. She loves playing with my ass. It only took a few seconds before he groaned. She directed his spray onto her tits. He came a lot. I’d stood up and was only a few seconds behind him, my cum hitting her breasts harder than his, mixing with his cum as she rubbed it into her tits. “God that was erotic.”

That seemed to end it; we rinsed under a cold waterfall, took another dip in the pool, dressed and headed back to the cabin. Ted took the lead and Jen and I walked arm in arm. “Did you have fun?” she asked, squeezing my arm.

“I did. It was pretty erotic watching him make you cum and then covering your tits.”

“Will we let him fuck me later?”

I looked at her, pleased that she was giving me a choice in the matter. “If I say no?”

“That’s OK. I mean I’ve had my three orgasms.”

I looked at her and she laughed, “You were asleep. That mud swirling around my pussy was pretty erotic, and you know how quickly I cum after the first one. He’s pretty good with his fingers too.”

“You want to fuck him?”

“No I want to fuck both of you.” She paused. “Tell you what. If you and he fuck me together, I’ll find a cute girl who really wants to do you and bring her to you.”

“You don’t think this will harm us?”
“No. I love you. Ted lives far away. We don’t have to see him ever again and I know you’ll get a kick out of this. It made me feel very good to arouse you both, and I could see you liked watching him make me cum. You wanted him to get the mud off my pussy didn’t you?”

“Yes. Ok.”

She shouted “Whee,” and twirled around. Ted looked back. “You’re both going to fuck me tonight.” She shouted and ran up to give him a kiss. We got back to the cabin, made dinner, ate, cleaned up and sat on the porch with coffee mixed with a little Bailey’s.

I said, “I guess this was a little of what made that pack so heavy.”

“Worth it though.” Jen said and clinked glasses with Ted and me. “Are you two ready to fuck me?”

Ted laughed; “I can’t believe how open you are; are you always that aggressive?”

“Nope, but it seems like the right thing to do. Jack’s ok with it and I know it’ll be fun.”

She stood up, shucked off her shirt and stepped out of her sweat pants. Both our eyes followed her as she walked towards the door. She paused at the entrance and said, “Come and get it.”

The only bed in the cabin was king size and when we came through the door she was lying on her back looking at us. We both stripped and I’m embarrassed to say that I was only half hard. I was kind of getting a little freaked out. Ted however was fully erect. He moved to the side of the bed. His cock was bobbing up towards his belly button, that upward curve really pronounced. Jen leaned forward, studying it. She looked towards me. I was still standing where I’d dropped my clothes. “This is only going to work if you want to do it.”

I crawled onto the other side of the bed and spooned behind her and kissed the back of her neck, my hand reached around, stroking her breast. She moved her head towards me and I kissed her lips, feeling her tongue playing with mine. I kissed her until I felt her breath turn warm. I felt her pull away and saw her reach forward, stroking the underside of his cock with her nail. She looked back at me and said, “What do you want me to do with his cock?”

She wanted me to accept responsibility for this. “Maybe you should show him what a talented cocksucker you are.”

She pulled him closer to her. His cock was so close to his stomach that she had to pull it down. Her lips stretched over the head and then she pulled away and I could see the head glistening with her spit. She patted the bed beside her and he laid on his back. Now she went after it. She moved her hair to the far side of her face so I could watch her take as much as she could. It really was thick and she had some difficulty getting it all. Her ass was in the air and I watched her pussy growing wetter. I wondered if she always got this wet when she was blowing me, but then she turned and said ‘”God it turns me on so much knowing you’re staring at my pussy while I’m blowing him.”

I reached up and ran my finger down her lips. She was very wet and I put a couple of finger inside her. She was moaning as she turned back to his cock, bobbing up and down. I tried to keep pace with my fingers. I could feel her getting close and then she surprised me by turning around and laying on top of him. She scooted up so his cock was an inch away from her pussy. “Lick me first and then put him inside me.”

I ran my tongue around her lips and then into her hole. She was dripping wet. She had pushed herself up on her elbows so she could watch. I lifted his cock and watched it stretch her as she slipped him deep inside. She moved up and down and said, “Suck my clit.” I did and it was only a few seconds before she was noisily cumming. He was right behind her; I saw his balls tighten and then cum was coursing along the thick vein on the bottom of his cock. He came a lot and soon it was squeezing out the side of her pussy.

She said, “Come on, slip into my pussy on top of him.”

I moved up. He had softened slightly and it wasn’t that difficult to fit inside. I took it slow, figuring he must be uncomfortable with my rubbing on him. She felt really full. His hands were holding her breasts, massaging them. I leaned forward and he squeezed them together, offering her hard and pointed nipples to me. I sucked them both and then I leaned back and started to pump her. Ted was continuing to massage her breasts. Ted had gotten hard and we were both pumping her in the same rhythm. I think she had started a continuous orgasm. We fucked her for about ten minutes before I came. I pulled out. She said, “mmm. I think I’m going to finish him off.” She flipped around so she was riding him. He was fascinated by her big boobs and had filled his hands. I was proud of the was she was riding him; twisting her hips as she went down and it occurred to me that she had enormous sexual stamina, such that one man could never do to her what the two of us were managing. She fucked him for another two minutes before he flipped her over and started fucking her missionary, his bent cock piston-ing in and out, undoubtedly rubbing her g-spot on the in-stroke. She was covered in sweat. I could tell he was getting ready to cum and she lifted her legs up as if to welcome his load. “Fill my cunt, fill my cunt. Oh yeah.” He did, grunting. When he pulled out a river of jizz flowed down her legs.

“Oh I feel so filthy.” She lay there for a few minutes and then she reached down, contracted her stomach muscles and pushed out a pile of cum into her palm. She brought it up to her chest and rubbed it into her tits. “Now I’ll smell like a slut”

It wasn’t over. I think we fucked her three more times before next morning; the last time we both took turns in her ass. When I woke in the morning she was riding him again and then we walked, naked, to the hot springs and did her one last time, sharing her pussy again. We never saw Ted again, but I’ve always remembered her absolute passion on that first encounter.

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