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Muddy Tangled CUM Skirts

Part 1 of 2

I woke up that morning thinking that my life was perfect. I was 30 years old, happily married to a beautiful wife, and had a great job and a wonderful home. I had everything I thought I wanted. I had no idea that by the end of the day my life would be turned completely upside down.

Unlike my wife I was an early riser, even on a Saturday morning. I was out of bed at 6:30, camped out in the living room with a bowl of cereal and watching ESPN. The sun was shining and the birds were singing.

Around 9 my wife shuffled in. Even 9am was early for her if she didn't need to get up. At first glance Lisa was everything I was looking for in a woman. She was 5'9" and 140 pounds of curves and womanly flesh. She wasn't skinny, but she wasn't fat, not by a long shot. She was curvy, shapely, and proportional. She had long brown hair and glasses, which were two things that always caught my eye for some reason. She was intelligent too. We met in college. We ended up living on the same floor of our dorm in our sophomore year, and we were just kind of drawn to each other. We hung out with our dorm mates, then we hung out alone, then we were a couple. Then we were engaged. After we graduated we got married.

The biggest debate of our relationship was where we would live. Lisa was more of a city person and wanted to get an apartment downtown. I had a business degree and was working as a financial advisor, and I was a big advocate of homeownership over renting. Accruing equity, and all that. Besides, it was 2008, the housing market was collapsing, and prices were plummeting. I pushed for a house in the suburbs. Somehow, I won. We found a nice three bedroom ranch on a quiet street at the edge of town. It was brand new. The builder was desperate to unload it, and we got a great deal. Our house was going to be one of a street full of houses, but the builder stopped building due to lack of demand, and six years later ours was still the only house on the street.

The sight of my sexy wife looking disheveled in her nightgown turned me on. I had seen SportCenter all the way through twice already. Would she be up for morning sex? Sometimes she'd come looking for me to invite me back to bed to snuggle and maybe more. Sometimes.

"Joe," Lisa said, "Don't forget you promised to get me topsoil for my garden."

I groaned. Lately Lisa had been talking about starting a garden. At least after six years she was finally taking an interest in the house, I thought to myself. It was just that even though I had a dream of homeownership I didn't really care about what it looked like, especially since we didn't have any neighbors to impress. So who cared about flowers? I mowed the grass every Sunday, and to me that was enough. I was allergic to flowers, anyway. It was probably just going to make me sneeze more. Still, I tried to look on the bright side. The more flowers that Lisa planted meant the less grass that I had to mow. I put on my best happy husband face. "Sure, honey," I said.

"Thanks," Lisa said. She was still half awake. She turned to go back to bed.

"Oh, by the way," I said as she headed back to the bedroom, "Emily is coming over later to watch the game."

I saw Lisa freeze in her tracks. Then she walked stiffly toward the bedroom without another word. You see, Emily is my best friend since middle school. She's basically the exact opposite of Lisa. Emily is a petite 5'4", a spunky tomboy with short blonde hair and a lot of energy. We grew up together but didn't really hit it off until we sat across from each other in Social Studies in eighth grade. I had recently discovered that I had a sense of humor and one day I spent most of the class cracking Emily up. I finally drew the ire of the teacher who singled me out for detention, which made Emily laugh harder than anything. After that day we were inseparable. We would go over to each other's houses to play video games, watch ballgames, and trade baseball cards. Basically anything you'd expect best friends to do.

Why didn't I end up with Emily, you're wondering. I know you are. I used to wonder about it too before I met Lisa. The short answer was that Emily was completely boy crazy. Every week it was a different boy. She'd have a crush on Mike one week. All she would talk about was Mike. Mike Mike Mike. Then she'd get bored and move on to Tony. Tony's so cute. Tony's so funny. Tony Tony Tony. Then she'd lose interest in Tony. And so on. After a couple of years of it I just got completely numb to it all. It was never "Joe's so cute, Joe's so funny," and I grudgingly accepted that we would always be friends. It's not like I didn't get my share of attention in high school. I was tall and lean, 5'11" and 160 pounds, not muscular but sinewy. I found that I cared a lot less about who Emily was interested in when I had a love interest of my own, and that's how it went.

I stayed local and went to a state college, got my degree after four years and started my career. Emily took six years to get a bachelors degree in marketing after flunking out of two colleges, one on the east coast, and one on the west coast. She was more out to experience everything life had to offer than get an education. She finally finished up at the same state school I graduated from, but I had already graduated and married Lisa by the time she enrolled there. I kept expecting Emily to run off to London or Paris and live the bohemian life, but to my surprise she stayed local, and more or less single. I was happy that Emily stayed around, but Emily's constant presence bothered Lisa. I never thought that Lisa would be the jealous type, but it was obvious she didn't like to have Emily around. We had a lot of "discussions" about it. Emily's my friend, I would say, and you're my wife. I love you. You have nothing to worry about. Somehow it never seemed to make Lisa feel better.

I threw on jeans and a t-shirt and went out to Home Depot. I came back with two of those huge bags of topsoil. I dragged them unceremoniously into the garage and left them there, next to the packages of flower seeds that Lisa bought weeks ago. By now Lisa was fully awake; her long brown hair brushed and tied back in a pony tail. She was sitting at the kitchen table eating her healthy woman's whatever cereal, and sipping coffee. She was wearing an old t-shirt and Jean skirt. "Morning, honey," I said as I bent to kiss her cheek. Lisa ignored me, continuing to stare at whatever she was reading on her iPad.

"What time is the game?" Lisa asked with an air of practiced indifference. The real question was "When is Emily coming over?"

"It's at 3 today," I said, "The Cards are on the West Coast..."

Lisa cut me off. She didn't care much for sports. "Do you think you can spread that topsoil on the garden before then?" She asked.

I groaned. "That'll be a lot of work, honey," I said. It was May so it wouldn't be too hot, but I was still dreading it. Who cares about a bunch of stupid flowers anyway?

"Why are you giving me a hard time?" Lisa snapped. "You were the one who wanted a house in the suburbs."

I took a deep breath. She was right, after all. "I know," I said, "I just hate yard work."

Lisa looked off to the side. "He hates yard work yet he talks me into buying a quarter of an acre full of dirt and weeds," she mumbled. Lisa was a big Tolkien fan, and she mumbled to herself a lot. I was half expecting her to start adding 'my precious' to the end of her sentences one of these days. "You know you have to break up the ground underneath too, right?"

"Ugh, Lisa!" I shouted. "Can't we just hire someone to do the work for us?"

Lisa looked off to the side again, and for a moment I thought she was going to start talking to herself again. Instead her expression softened, and she stood up to face me. "If you do this for me," she said in her best seductive voice, "Then later on I'll do anything you want."

I gulped. "Anything?" I asked.

"After watching you toil in the hot sun," Lisa cooed, "Those big arms straining, sweat pouring off your brow. You're going to make me so hot watching you work." Lisa grabbed my face and kissed me, her tongue pushing past my lips. She pressed herself against me, her full C cup breasts crushed against my chest. Then all at once she pulled away. "Once all the work is done, I'll be all yours," Lisa added as she sat back down and went back to her reading.

I stood there, erection raging, breathing heavy, and contemplating trying to drag Lisa back into the bedroom right then. Lisa on the other hand was spooning cereal into her mouth like nothing had happened. I resolved to go get the work done before Emily arrived, and left Lisa alone.

Within ten minutes I had the shovel, the rake, and the hoe all out along with the bags of topsoil and set about breaking up the ground that Lisa had designated would become her garden. It was about a 20 foot by 20 foot plot of land in the middle of the yard. Breaking up the ground wasn't that hard, really. There was a lot of rain that spring so the ground wasn't too difficult to break up. It was still slow going, though, especially for somebody who didn't really know what he was doing. I was pounding at the ground with the shovel, breaking up the dirt and throwing any rocks clear. After about fifteen minutes I realized Lisa's sinister plan must have been that I'd be so exhausted after all the work that I wouldn't be interested in sex anyway.

I don't want you to get the wrong idea. It's not like Lisa and I had a lousy sex life. It was just, well, monotonous. We would have sex two or three times a week, and it was always your typical one and done missionary sex. We would squeeze it in when nobody's favorite show was on or during halftime or right before bed. Lisa seemed very content with our sex life. She may have seemed frigid or prudish to most people, but she was actually a sexual dynamo who never failed to orgasm at least once when we had sex, and usually two or three times. She was obviously quite satisfied but I craved more... experimentation. Different positions. Different rooms of the house. Different scenarios. Anything. If I came onto her in the living room and she was in the mood she'd run to the bedroom. If I tried to initiate shower sex she'd towel off and flop down on the bed. Food? Bondage? Role playing? She shot all of those ideas down cold. Once, in a pique of frustration I offered to ask Emily if she'd like to join us in a threesome. Lisa didn't speak to me for days after that.

I'm somewhat ashamed to say that I turned to the internet to indulge in my perversions. In the mornings when Lisa was still asleep I would sneak off with my laptop and seek out websites that featured my various kinks and jerk off to stories and videos. I think I was able to keep it all secret from Lisa, which made me guilty. We agreed not to keep secrets from each other, and here I was, jerking off to perverse porn while she was sleeping in the next room. Sometimes I felt like I was living a secret life. I wondered if it would all catch up to me someday.

"Hola, Jose!" Shouted a familiar voice, and I turned to see Emily standing on the patio. I ended up doing a double take. She wasn't dressed like a tomboy today. She was wearing a yellow floral print sundress that covered far less of her than I was used to. It was short-sleeved and low cut and only went about halfway down her thigh. Emily was anything but modest, but she never bothered to show off her body, at least around me. A breeze blew across my yard and the dress fluttered up against her, showing every curve of her petite body.

"Hey yourself," I finally replied, pausing to stare at her.

"You got stuck on yard duty today?" Emily asked. "What?" She added when she realized I was staring at her.

"Nothing," I said, "I just wasn't expecting your Sunday best."

"Oh, this old thing?" Emily said in her best southern drawl, and did a pirouette, causing her short blonde hair and the hem of her dress to go flying around her. "This was the only clean outfit left in my closet."

"I figured," I said, "Either that or you had a hot date later."

"No, no hot date," Emily sighed. "So when do you get off work?"

"When I get the garden ready for planting," I said. I paused to look around. I had done... something... to most of the area. I had broken up the dirt and moved away rocks, at least. I pulled my cap off my head and ran my other hand through my sweaty, wavy brown hair.

"I hope you're getting paid well for this," Emily said.

"Well, supposedly..." I said, and let the meaning hang in the air.

Emily was never one to miss innuendo. "Really?" Emily said, and she hopped down off the deck to move closer to me. I idly wondered where Lisa was at the moment. "What is she offering?" Emily said when she was close enough to speak softly. "A BJ?"

"She said 'anything,'" I replied while raising my eyebrows.

"Wow, anything," Emily said, "You really hit the jackpot."

"I know, right?" I said flippantly. Emily and I talked pretty openly about my sex life, and she knew how frustrated I was. Emily wasn't as forthcoming about her sex life, but I was sure with the endless parade of men in her life that it was much more exciting than mine.

"Well, I'd lend you a hand," Emily said, "But luckily I didn't come dressed for manual labor, so instead I'll just go sit over there and watch you work." With that, Emily turned and all but skipped back onto the deck and sat down in one of the patio chairs.

I spent another ten or fifteen minutes chopping away at the dirt with the shovel and the hoe. My arms were aching with the effort and my back was aching from being hunched over. I decided that I was done, and I started to walk back toward the deck, pulling at my sweat-soaked t-shirt as I did.

"Woo-hoo!" Emily shouted. She had been watching me so quietly I almost forgot she was there. "Take it off, baby!"

I stopped in my tracks and looked at Emily. Then I grinned. "You wanna see more of this?" I asked her.


"Take it off, baby!" Emily shouted again.

I started gyrating like I imagined a male stripper would, but probably looked like an ass. I took my cap and flung it aside. I grabbed my sweat-sodden shirt with both hands and slowly pulled it up and over my head, swinging it in the air and flinging it in Emily's direction.

"Yeah, baby!" Emily shouted. "Come here and get your dollar bill." She rummaged through her purse and started waving a bill in the air.

I half-walked and half-danced my way up onto the deck and over to Emily. I probably should have been thinking about where my wife was at that moment, but I was too busy having fun with my best friend.

"Shake it, baby!" Emily said. She was laughing so hard she could barely get the words out. I reached her and playfully grabbed for the dollar bill. Emily pulled it out of my reach. "Not so fast," Emily said, and she surprised me by leaning forward to slide it into the waistband of my jeans, just above my crotch. I felt her hand graze my stomach, and my cock twitched. "Make that dollar shake, baby!" Emily shouted.

Trying to shake off the sensation of Emily touching me, I gyrated as best I could, shaking my hips side to side and back and forth. Emily surprised me again by standing and moving in closer to me. Suddenly the scent of the shampoo in her short blonde hair was right below my nose, and the fabric of her sundress, not to mention her body right beneath it, was pressed up against my bare chest. Suddenly I wasn't having fun with my best friend anymore. I was rubbing up against a woman that I'd had a crush on for half of my life. I felt myself getting hard. Embarrassed, I stepped away from Emily. I glanced at her, and saw something in her expression that I had never seen before. I tried to place it, but before my mind could figure it out I saw movement out of the corner of my eye.

Crap. It was Lisa. How long had she been standing there? Lisa was a difficult person to read at the best of times. This wasn't the best of times. She was pissed.

Emily must have known Lisa was there by my reaction. She must have. "Do you need another dollar, stud?" She said, and made a show of turning around to get her purse. "Oh, hi Lisa," she said.

I glared at Emily. She was my best friend and I loved her to death, but she had a big mouth and sometimes she didn't know when to stop. I could see my night of 'anything' with Lisa evaporating before my eyes.

One thing Lisa always struggled with was my sense of humor, even more so when Emily and I were together. Emily and I had sarcastic senses of humor and lots of inside jokes that nobody else would ever understand, not even my wife. She laughed at what she understood and I appreciated it, but there was a lot that was simply beyond her grasp. Needless to say, this wasn't going to be funny to her. What saved me right then, though, was that Lisa was somewhat jealous of the relationship I had with Emily, and knew that in Emily's eyes she was uptight. Lisa always made an effort to pretend that things that Emily said and did didn't bother her. So instead of freaking out Lisa took a deep breath and mumbled, "They strip and dance in the yard like nobody can see them."

"What's up, Gollum?" Emily quipped without missing a beat.

I saw Lisa's eyes narrow. She knew that it wasn't an endearing nickname. I felt a rush of anger towards Emily. Why was she so intent on pushing Lisa's buttons today?

Lisa was unable or unwilling to take the bait, though. She ended up walking past both of us and over to the patch of dirt. "You did a pretty good job breaking up all this dirt, honey," Lisa said. I did a bit of a double take. Lisa never used pet names for me. She was marking her territory. Maybe she knew what she was doing, after all. "Are you going to spread the topsoil now?"

"Umm, sure," I said, reaching down and picking up my shirt where I'd tossed it onto the deck. "Just let me go inside and get a drink first." My shirt was damp enough from sweat to wring out, but I put it back on anyway. Remaining shirtless just then would've been a bad idea. I was sure of it. I slid open the patio door and went inside. Emily followed me. Lisa stayed outside.

I rounded on Emily as soon as I reached the kitchen. "Are you trying to get me killed?" I whispered harshly.

"Settle down, Beavis," Emily said. "I'll set everything right. You'll still get your night of 'anything,' I promise." She winked at me.

"Gee thanks," I said, and I proceeded to drink about a half a gallon of water. Boy was I thirsty. Breaking rocks in the hot sun, and all that.

Emily had been peeking out of the kitchen window towards the yard, I guess to verify that Lisa was still out there and not about to come inside. "Can I ask you a question?" She asked.

"You're going to start asking for permission? At this point in our lives?" I asked.

"Right," Emily said. "What did you ever see in that woman?" She asked in a whisper, pointing emphatically out at the yard.

I was taken aback. Emily could be blunt, but she never questioned my marriage before. "What do you mean?" I asked.

"I mean, she's not into sports, she's not into... anything else you are... she's boring in the sack... she's a damned weirdo," Emily said, ticking off the reasons on her fingers, "Was it any different when you met?"

"It's not that bad," I snapped. I felt like a caged animal. Why was Emily doing this right then? "When we met we would have these long conversations. We had a lot of the same views on life. We were physically attracted to each other. Our relationship grew out of mutual respect and affection...," I tailed off. I had run out of gas. How did I end up with Lisa anyway? Eight years later and the best recollection I had was 'it just sort of happened.'


"And now..." Emily said.

"And now..." I mimicked.

"You're miserable," Emily said. "I've known you a long time. You're not happy."

"I am too happy!" It was all I could do not to scream. "It's been a little rough lately. Our marriage is a constant battle for control. It gets frustrating sometimes. At least Lisa is making an effort now to enjoy the house."

"Fine," Emily said, "As long as you say you're happy." She paused, and I thought the conversation was over, but then she added, "I can't stop thinking that if I was around then things would have been different."

I felt myself flush. Where was she going with this? "Different how?" I asked.

"I don't know," Emily said, "If I was around when you two were dating..."

"You would've what?" I said. "Tried to break us up?" I took a leap of intuition. "Is that what you're trying to do now?"

"No!" Emily shouted. I glanced out of the kitchen window. Lisa was still staring thoughtfully at the ground. "I'm not trying to destroy your marriage," Emily said more softly. "You say you're happy and we'll leave it at that. But you do admit that you're frustrated, and I want you to know that it shouldn't be like that. There are ways to alleviate that frustration."

"What?" I asked. "You mean like..." I made a jerking off motion with my hand.

Emily laughed. "Sure, if that makes you feel better," she said.

"Why? What else do you mean?" I asked.

Emily grinned her most mischievous grin. Whatever she was about to say was going to be a doozy. But she never got to say it. "Joe," We both heard Lisa call from outside.

Emily and I locked eyes. Emily shrugged. "Coming, dear," I called, and Emily followed me back out into the yard.

"Oh, there you are," Lisa said, as though she had no idea I'd been in the kitchen. "You missed a big rock over here."

I groaned, then hopped off the patio and over to where Lisa was pointing. There was a decent sized rock sticking out of the ground. "Nobody's perfect," I said with a shrug, and bent down to pick up the rock and heave it out of the way.

"Are you going to put down the fertilizer now?" Lisa said. It was an irritating, nagging way to make an order sound like a question. I took a deep breath and let the annoyance wash over me.

"Yes dear," I replied, and set about opening the bags of fertilizer and spreading it around while Lisa and Emily made themselves comfortable in our lawn chairs. It probably took me another hour to rip the big bags open, spread the fertilizer around the plot of land, and then use the rake to even it all out as best I could. I don't think Lisa and Emily said a word the entire time, to me or each other. I glanced over occasionally, and they were both sunning themselves and watching me work. I thought about some of the things that Emily had said to me. Would things have been different if she had been around when I met Lisa and not a thousand miles away sowing her wild oats? Was there any chance of us ending up together if I was single when she came home? I never liked to second guess my decisions so I abandoned those thoughts. What was Emily up to anyway? Sometimes she just liked to push people's buttons, but I knew her well enough to think that she had something else up her sleeve today. I just couldn't figure out what it was.

I raked the fertilizer, and then I raked the fertilizer... and then I raked the fertilizer again. I was kind of hoping that Lisa would be the one to tell me that I was done, that I had done a good job, and that I could go inside and relax. Finally I got sick of raking. I tossed the rake down and looked over at Lisa. "How does it look honey?" I asked.

"Oh," Lisa said, as though the thought that she would be the one to make that decision never occurred to her. She stood up and walked down to inspect my work. Emily followed her. "It looks... good," Lisa said, and I realized that she had no idea what it was supposed to look like.

"Great job, pal," Emily said, and punched me in the arm.

"Yeah, well, I'm gonna go wash up," I said, and walked back into the house without looking back at either of them. I went to the bathroom to wash up, and went into the kitchen to drink some more water. It was only then that I realized that Emily didn't follow me. Emily always stayed with me. She hated being alone with Lisa. Sometimes she would literally wait outside the bathroom door for me, just so she wouldn't have to be alone with Lisa.

I went over to the patio door and was shocked to see Emily and Lisa practically nose to nose. I flung the door open and rushed outside, straining to hear what they were saying to each other.

"... don't deserve him," I thought I heard Emily say.

"She comes into my house and tells me that I don't deserve my husband," I heard Lisa say.

"Stop talking like that!" Emily shouted. "I'm standing right here!" Emily reached out and shoved Lisa.

Lisa staggered backwards a step. Time seemed to stand still. I had no idea how Lisa would react to the shove. I doubted she was ever in a physical confrontation. She hardly ever even got angry. Then, almost in slow motion, Lisa closed the gap on Emily and shoved her back.

Emily was probably more shocked than anything, but the shove was enough to knock her backwards onto the grass. She stayed on the ground for a few seconds. Then, with a sound that was almost a growl, she suddenly launched herself to her feet and charged Lisa. Emily hit Lisa with both hands up around her shoulders and sent her flying backwards... right into the topsoil.

Lisa fell back into the topsoil with a thud. She lay there spread-eagled, the shock obvious on her face. Emily's momentum had taken her to where she was standing right beside Lisa. Emily was laughing.

"Let's see how you like it!" Lisa shouted and kicked out with her leg, knocking Emily's legs out from under her and onto her butt in the topsoil. At least Lisa was dressed for yard work in a t-shirt and Capri's. Emily was in a dress. It was probably going to be ruined.

"You bitch!" Emily shouted, and started flinging topsoil at Lisa. Lisa sat up and started flinging topsoil back. Emily had the better arm and aim than Lisa, but they were just a few feet away from each other, so Lisa was able to hit Emily with most of her throws. Soon they were both covered with the dark dirt.

Emily eventually got tired of just flinging dirt at Lisa and scooped up a double handful of topsoil, intent on dumping it all on Lisa. Lisa was ready for her and when Emily unbalanced herself reaching forward she pushed Emily over, topsoil flying everywhere. Lisa then reached for her own double handful of topsoil, but before she could dump it on Emily's prone form Emily reached up and grabbed her hands. Emily was able to get the topsoil to fall out of Lisa's hands, but she didn't let go. Suddenly the two women were holding each other's arms, grappling, each one trying to gain the upper hand.

I have to stop this, I thought to myself. No, I really did think that. The thought came and went but I remained frozen in place. My wife and my best friend were fighting, rolling around in the dirt. Part of me was terrified that by the end of the day my marriage or my friendship, or maybe both, would be over. But the rest of me was so turned on by what was unfolding that my jeans could barely hold my erection.

Emily had managed to overpower Lisa and push her onto her back. Emily was straddling Lisa, but before she could completely gain the upper hand Lisa was able to push her over. Now Emily was on her back and Lisa was trying to climb on top of her. Clumps of the dark topsoil was clinging to both of them now, streaks of it covered their bare arms and legs and smeared their clothes.

I thought again that I needed to put a stop to it. This time I was able to form a plan and put it into action. I have no idea why my plan wasn't just 'go in there and pull them apart,' but instead I went and grabbed the garden hose. I thought turning the hose on them would snap them out of whatever had gotten into them. I lifted up the hose, aimed, and fired a stream of water right at them. It didn't stop the fight, but it did do two things. It soaked their clothes so that Lisa's t-shirt and Emily's dress both became see-through, and it turned the topsoil all around them into mud.

Emily and Lisa ignored my attempts to stop them with the hose, and the fact that they were both now soaked. They continued to struggle against each other, trying to gain the upper hand. I could see the outline of Lisa's bra through her t-shirt, and her nipples poking out. Emily's bra was clearly visible through her now transparent dress, and her nipples were also visible. The hose would wash the dirt off of their bodies and clothes, and then they would roll around and get covered again. The muddier the ground got, the more dirt that would cling to their wet skin and clothes.

Emily was finally able to roll on top of Lisa and straddle her. She was trying to pin Lisa's arms to the ground. Lisa was flailing wildly, trying to avoid being pinned. Suddenly Lisa's hand grabbed hold of Emily's soaked dress and she used it to fling Emily off of her, only as Emily got flung aside the dress stayed in Lisa's hand and tore right down the back! Emily was now on her side in the mud, staring at how her one sleeve was still in Lisa's hand and halfway down her arm. Then, with a scream she threw herself at Lisa. Things had just gotten worse.

I finally turned off the hose, realizing that it wasn't having the desired effect. A flash of Emily's mud-streaked bare back made me think about privacy. Like I said we were the only house on the block. Better still the builder had put up a six foot high white picket fence all around our property in anticipation of neighbors that never came. I was definitely the only person who could see what was happening.

It's hard to explain now my feelings at that moment. Sure, my wife and my best friend were fighting, but they weren't hurting each other. They were rolling around in the mud. It was at the same time the most terrifying, and the most erotic thing I had ever seen. At moments I wanted to stop it, and at moments I wanted to whip out my cock and start beating off like mad. I did neither. I remained frozen with indecision.

Down in our impromptu mud pit the objective had gone from domination to humiliation after Lisa tore Emily's dress. The rush of rage that Emily was riding gave her the extra strength to pin and straddle Lisa again. "Let's see how you like it!" Emily screamed as she pulled at the neckline of Lisa's t-shirt. I heard a ripping sound as Lisa's t-shirt was torn down the middle, exposing her bra and her ample cleavage. Not satisfied with just tearing her clothes, Emily started grabbing handfuls of muddy soil and smearing it on Lisa's exposed torso. Emily found herself being constricted by her dress since the sleeves were sliding down her arms. To my shock she let the sleeves fall down her arms and the whole front of the dress fall away, leaving her clad in just a lacy white bra from the waist up. She tried to push the front half of her dress out of her way and kept trying to smear mud all over my wife.

Lisa was flailing and trying desperately to get Emily off of her. She was eventually able to grab hold of the front half of the dress and use it to fling Emily off of her. Emily went sliding a few feet away in the mud, the dress taking the worst of it. What I got was a great view of Emily's panties under her dress as she went flying. Emily skidded to a halt and she quickly pushed herself up onto her knees. She looked down at the remains of her dress, torn and tattered and streaked with mud. "You're gonna pay for this!" Emily shouted.

Lisa sat up, and pulled her ruined t-shirt off of her. What was still visible of her white cotton bra had turned gray. The rest of her front was covered in mud. "You're gonna pay for this," Lisa said as she held her ruined muddy t-shirt in front of her.

Emily made a move, but apparently found herself constricted again by the remnants of her dress. She shocked me again by grabbing it at her waistline and flopping onto her back, pulling the wet and torn fabric down her legs and off of her completely. Emily was now just in her underwear. "Take this!" Emily shouted and flung the dress at Lisa.

"Take this!" Lisa replied and flung her t-shirt at Emily.

"Are you copying me?" Emily shouted. "What are you, five?" She was on her haunches in the mud, in her underwear. She took a handful of the mud and flung it at Lisa. Lisa flung mud right back at Emily.

Emily started knee-walking, closing the gap between her and Lisa. Emily's goal was obvious to everyone, and Lisa reached out and grabbed Emily's shoulders before she got too close to her  skirt. Emily grabbed back at Lisa, but now that the ground below them was all muddy it only took a second for one of them to slip and both of them to topple over. They rolled back and forth in the muddy topsoil, trying to gain the upper hand again. They were both soon completely covered in a layer of the muddy dirt. After a minute it got difficult to tell them apart, until I saw that Emily had grabbed hold of Lisa's  skirt and started pulling them down her legs. Lisa was trying to stop her but once Emily got them past Lisa's knees there was little she could do but let Emily pull them down. Emily couldn't pull them off of Lisa's legs because her sneakers were in the way, so she yanked Lisa's sneakers off and flung them away, finally pulling her skirt off and tossing it away as well. Lisa was now dressed only in her mud-soaked bra and white cotton panties.

Lisa struggled back into a sitting position and faced Emily. They were both covered in mud and stripped to their underwear. I could see their chests heaving. They were both trying to catch their breath. I thought that maybe we had finally reached the end of this madness. I took a step forward and held out my arms, ready to play peacemaker.

Instead Lisa grabbed a handful of mud and flung it at Emily. Emily reciprocated, and the battle started anew. Now that both women were half-naked, the scene was even sexier. They closed the gap as though by mutual understanding and grabbed each other, flinging themselves down into the mud and rolling back and forth. What was left of their clothing, Emily's lacy white bra and panties set, and Lisa's white cotton underwear had turned gray from the mud. Lisa still had socks on and they also quickly turned gray from the mud. Emily had been wearing sandals but they were gone. They must have fallen off at some point. They continued to struggle. Was it for supremacy, domination? Were they fighting over me? I thought for the hundredth time that I needed to put a stop to it.

As they rolled back and forth I got a glimpse of naked breast. Lisa's sodden bra was no longer able to contain her breasts. The cups were sliding down, and Lisa's breasts were coming into view. Emily seemed to notice it before Lisa, and made a point of grabbing at the cups of her bra and yanking them down. Lisa's cotton bra wasn't made for this kind of abuse. It snapped somewhere, and fell away. My wife was now topless.

I simply couldn't stand it anymore. Knowing that nobody could see me and I was being ignored by the two combatants, I reached into my pants and grabbed my erection. I was surprised to find a dollar bill in my underwear. I had forgotten all about the little strip tease that probably started the whole thing barely an hour ago. I tossed it away. I was so turned on it only took me a few strokes to shoot my load all over my hand inside my jeans. Embarrassed and uncomfortable with the cum inside my jeans, I turned my attention back to the battle.

Lisa, my wife, the prude, who I couldn't get to consent to anything but missionary sex inside the bedroom, was now topless and covered in mud. She made no effort to cover herself. Her entire being was focused on Emily's bra. Emily's lace bra was made of sturdier stuff, though. Lisa had climbed on top of Emily and was pulling at it with all her strength. Emily's bra, however, refused to rip, and was clearly cutting into Emily's skin. Emily was crying out in pain. It was the first indication that either of them was in any kind of pain, and it finally pressed me into action. I rushed over and reached for my muddy wife, barely able to keep my balance. I was able to pull her up and away from Emily.

"Let me at her," Lisa snarled at me, and tried to break free from my grip. She was quite a sight. Her long brown hair was matted down with mud. Her bare chest was heaving. Her body was covered in the dark mud, her gray panties had come askew, and a hint of her pubic hair was visible. "I was winning."

"Like hell you were," Emily snapped as she struggled to her feet. If anything, she was an even bigger mess. Her short blonde hair was brown with dirt. She was trying to adjust her bra back into place, her small breasts visible as she tried to pull the cups back over them. She was liberally covered in mud, her lace thong panties also askew. She turned herself to inspect her own behind and succeeded in giving me a view of her ass only obscured by the dirty lace wedged into her crack. She caught my eye and noticed I was staring. She gave me a wink.

Lisa noticed. "You're not going to steal my man you whore!" She shouted, and tried to break free again.

"Who's trying to steal him?" Emily asked. "If you're so worried about it maybe you should try harder to keep him."

"What does that mean?" Lisa asked.

"Stop it!" I screamed. I mean, I bellowed it. It was probably the loudest I'd ever spoken in my entire life. I succeeded in getting them to stop yelling at each other and look at me. "Nobody is stealing anyway, and nobody needs to try harder. Look at yourselves!" I said, gesturing to their muddy bodies, "You need to clean up."

My screaming seemed to finally take the fight out of them. Lisa and Emily looked down at themselves and then each other. Emily burst out laughing. To my shock Lisa joined her. "Oh my God, I'm a fucking mess!" Emily said.

"So am I!" Lisa said.

I could hardly keep up with the two of them. They were trying to kill each other, and now they were laughing hysterically. I started to chuckle too, standing in my yard with my nearly naked, mud-covered wife and best friend. Yeah, this was pretty funny.

Something else was passing between the two of them. Emily gave a little jerk of her head. Lisa nodded. The next thing I knew Lisa had grabbed hold of me and was trying to drag me down. I was startled but I was able to hold my footing, and Lisa ended up being the one to fall onto her butt. She didn't let go of my arm though, causing me to lose my balance. Emily saw the opportunity and gave me a shove, knocking me over onto my side. I hit the muddy ground, and was quickly attacked by both Emily and Lisa. They were laughing. I was laughing.

"Let's see how you like it!" Emily said as she laughed. Both women were pulling at my shirt. I was trying to fight them off. Lisa managed to climb on top of me, and I wasted no time grabbing for her pendulous muddy breasts as they hung down over me. Lisa was trying to keep my arms busy while Emily grabbed my shirt. I stopped trying to feel up my wife long enough to push Emily aside. Then I grabbed Lisa, pushing her off of me and beside me into the mud. I rolled over and on top of her. I could feel the muddy topsoil clinging to my back. I grabbed Lisa's arms and pinned her down into the mud. She was a muddy mess, but it was probably the sexiest she had ever looked.

Lisa was still laughing and trying to get free. "What?" She said. I realized I was staring at her. I gave in to the moment and kissed her. Lisa seemed surprised but responded, and there we were, kissing in the mud. I reached down with my right hand and grabbed her breast roughly. This was unexpected, and more extreme that I was looking for, but this was definitely the type of unusual sexual situation I was hoping for. To my surprise Lisa was every bit as turned on as I was. She thrust her tongue into my mouth. She arched her back and threw her legs into the air, pressing her groin against mine. I felt myself grow rock hard against her. I felt...
Emily had turned the hose on us. "Get a room, you two!" She cackled. Lisa and Emily might have ignored the hose when they were fighting, but the shock of the cold water broke my sexual trance with Lisa. I pulled away from Lisa, wet and muddy, and tried to take off after Emily, slipping and sliding until I was out of the impromptu mud pit. Once my feet got purchase on the dry grass I started running full tilt at Emily. She dropped the hose and ran, and I chased her around the yard. She was quick but I was faster. I eventually ran her down and grabbed her arm, pulling her to me in a bear hug so she couldn't escape. We were both laughing.

Then Emily did something I didn't expect. She reached down with her hand and grabbed my erection through my jeans. "Hey, big fella," she whispered in my ear. Startled, I got my bearings and realized that I was on the far side of the yard, facing away from Lisa. She probably couldn't see what Emily did. I whirled around to face Lisa. She was sitting up in the mud where I had left her, watching us. She didn't look like she saw Emily grab my crotch.

"You're gonna pay for that!" I shouted for everyone's benefit, and then scooped Emily up into my arms. She playfully struggled against me as I carried her back across the yard, and dumped her back into the mud. She landed with a splat. I was quickly on top of her, grabbing mud and smearing it all over her. I was trying to be careful not to touch any of her private parts, but I eventually ended up sliding my hand across her breast. Emily was laughing and trying to fend me off, but I could see her eyes bulge when I touched her.

I sensed movement behind me, and suddenly Lisa was pulling at my shirt. She succeeded in pulling my shirt up and around my arms. I flailed to try and stop her, and ended up falling backwards, prone and helpless. Emily leapt up and went for my jeans.

"Hold him, hold his arms!" Emily shouted at Lisa as she struggled to undo my wet and muddy jeans.

"I'm trying!" Lisa shouted as I flailed about. Emily got my button undone and started pulling my jeans down. She had to pull off my shoes too, but I was too constricted by my shirt on my arms and my jeans on my legs to fight back. Emily got my jeans down and then Lisa finished pulling my shirt off. Now I was just in my underwear too.

"Now we're even!" Emily shouted.

"Not quite," Lisa said, "He's way too clean."

"You're right!" Emily said, and they both began scooping up handfuls of mud and smearing it on me. I struggled for a moment, but it felt, well, good. I was laughing, and exhausted by the events of the day, and eventually I just gave up and let my sexy wife and best friend rub their hands all over my body. I peeked down and sure enough my boxers did little to hide my erection. It was standing straight up, seven inches of manhood, for both of them to see, but they both already knew I was hard anyway. They ignored my crotch and smeared mud all over my torso, arms and legs until I was completely covered.

"I think he's enjoying this," I heard Emily say.

"I think he's enjoying this a little too much," I heard Lisa say. They were obviously both looking at my crotch now.

"What do you...?" Emily started to say, but she was cut off by Lisa. She flung one last handful of mud onto my chest. "Oh well, time to clean up," Lisa said, and she rose unsteadily to her feet and started walking away.

I looked up at Emily. She looked, well, frustrated, but only for a moment. She also chucked her last handful of mud at me. "Let's go," she said, and offered me a hand. We ended up helping each other to our feet, and we followed Lisa over to where the hose was lying.

"I think we'd better clean up out here the best we can," Lisa said.

"Ladies first," I said, leaning down to pick up the hose. I moved a few feet away from Lisa and Emily and turned the hose on. I concentrated on Lisa first, watching the dirt rinse off of her half naked body. Her hands followed the spray of the hose around her body, trying to scrub as much of the dirt off as she could. I couldn't help but aim the hose right at Lisa's crotch, earning a shriek from her. She had to grab what was left of her cotton panties to keep the force of the spray from knocking them right off of her. I aimed at her hair next and Lisa took her time vigorously shaking as much dirt as she could out of her hair. After a few minutes Lisa was more or less clean.
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