Story/Letter 73 Mud, Rain and Sex.

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          When Anne, Susan and I joined the website Literotica, we began publishing some of our stories there. During this process, the stories were improved from what they are here. As long as they didn't change things too much, we've decided to include these better-upgraded stories, replacing the original ones with their newer versions.
                    Kim.

Hi, Joseph here.
          Oh, Amita! Who is a naughty girl? And doing that to shock poor Katrina too. I hope you cleaned the table before breakfast. I must admit having your friends standing around watching was interesting too. Like some of the things, we did in India.
          Please tell Katrina I personally enjoyed her story. Forward to Letter 70 Part A. I hear that it might continue. Well, I am looking forward to that too. Nice work Katrina. Sure I know you got some help from others but it was your heart in it. I could see that.
          Now I must get on as I have a very big story for you this week.

          As you will know, when we moved to New Zealand, Lizamoa and I quickly found a nice house to rent close to where Shanti and Mike lived up in the West Auckland bushlands of Titirangi. But we had only been there for a short time when the owner discovered that she needed to sell urgently. That left us with the problem of finding a new place to stay. There just weren't any good houses around that area that we could afford to rent. It was then that Mike came up with the idea of buying the house we were living in.
          When we approached the owner, she lowered the price for a quick sale. Well, we visited the bank and they agreed to do a credit check on us. They found that I had a steady job, we had some of the money for a deposit from the house we had sold in India and we could easily afford to do the repayments. They looked at the house and saw it was a very good price for the area in which it was located. Then they contacted our old bank manager in India to confirm our savings and banking history. Of course, it was Sarvesh who was able to present us as being good customers of the bank there. Thank you Sarvesh for that. So we were able to get our loan and purchase the property.
          Now sometime after that, I was talking to Mike and Shanti about what we could do to make improvements. They suggested that the house was in good condition and probably only needed a coat of paint and some minor repairs. But the grounds were in a bit of a mess. First, we looked at just cleaning up as best we could but then this developed into a landscaping and gardening project.
          Shanti and Mike did some measurements and went away to look at some ideas. The following week they came back with some drawings of what looked like a nice garden.
          “This is a very nice garden Mike, but there is a lot of work to be doing.”
          “Yes but it should be easy to do,” Mike replied.
          When I looked at their ideas and drawings, I was seeing a rock wall, wooden retaining walls, paths, garden edging and other features including a garden pool and waterfall. Even solar garden lighting was included. It all appeared very complex to construct. I informed them that I had no money to pay for such a project to be done.
          “Oh we were not expecting you to pay for the work,” Shanti said. “You are going to do it all yourself.”
          “I do not know how to do these things.”
          “It is easy,” Mike said. “You are a practical, outdoor person. Just take one section at a time and we will help you get it done.”
          As they explained each part I began to realise that with some hard work and help from them we really could achieve this project. When they showed the cost for the materials it was within what we could afford. I talked with Lizamoa, showed her the ideas and we agreed to start it.

          The first few weeks it was going well. We were doing some work on the weekends where Mike would show me and I would continue the work during the week as I found the time. We had the 10 posts set for the wooden wall and the area below where the rock wall was going dug out and ready. Now Mike said we would do a big push all in one weekend and get both walls completed. He had arranged for us four men and our wives to help to get the job done.
          Well, I left the details to him and when I came home one night I discovered the front lawn had all the materials delivered. There was a large load of planks for the wall. There was a truckload of rocks and another truckload of some dark black soil. Some other items such as the drain pipes and scoria required were also there as well. Lizamoa came running out to show me, not that I could have missed it all over the front lawn and driveway.
          The weather was looking fine Saturday morning but there was some rain expected later in the day. It was still early when they all turned up with spades, wheelbarrows and other tools. The women brought their babies over which we left with my mother.
          Soon we got into the work. We laid in the drainage behind both walls and covered it with the scoria and then we began on the walls themselves. While Steve and I were bringing the heavy planks around, Peter started cutting them and then we helped to nail them into place against the posts I had already set in.
          Meanwhile, Mike and Shanti began on the rock wall as he was bringing the rocks she was placing them into the wall. She appeared to be very skilled at doing that, fitting each rock in like it was a large puzzle. The other girls were helping with the wheelbarrows of rocks and soil as we required.
          By lunchtime, the job was going well but the clouds were threatening. I knew the rain was not very far off. We pushed on into the afternoon when suddenly the rain started. First, it was light with only fine drizzle but steadily it got heavier. We wanted to get it finished so everyone was in agreement to continue. Soon we were all soaking wet and the area where we were working quickly turned to thick black mud. The wooden wall was finished and Peter was just cutting the timber for the cap. Lower down the slope, the rock wall was coming along well too.
          We began the garden pool with its little waterfall. First, the smaller pool was placed in the gap we had left at the top of the rock wall and the remaining rocks were placed in around it. Then we fitted the bottom pool and I got involved in placing the rock surround, like a low rock wall with Shanti while the others continued bringing in more rocks. While Peter fitted the pump and pipe to the top pool, Mike was laying the path and shaping the garden edges while the girls began helping by spreading the soil where they could.
          Then we were finished with the rockwork and pool surrounding. I stood back to look at it. It was looking very nice and we could see that it was going to be a very nice garden when we were completed. We had just decided we would be finished for the day but the women were still bringing barrows full of dirt and they were spreading it over the large area in front of the rock wall.
          “Let's do that tomorrow,” I said to them.
          “No Joseph,” Lizamoa replied. “We are wet and muddy now. I want to finish this thing.”
          The others seemed to be in general agreement with this so I grabbed a shovel and began spreading the soil evenly. Then something interesting happened.

          The rain was continuing and there was mud and water all over where we had been working. Then Shanti reached down picking up some muddy dirt; she threw it at me, hitting me in the chest. I turned and saw her grinning but I didn't see Lizamoa who was beside me, picking up a piece of dirt and throwing it back at Shanti. Shanti ducked, she missed and it hit Steve.
          Steve of course quickly joined in by throwing dirt back at Lizamoa and I went to her aid by throwing dirt at Shanti. Mike was helping his wife but to my surprise, Sharon joined us against her husband. Jenny and Peter joined in too but I have no idea whose side they were on because they seemed to be throwing mud at everyone including each other.
          So soon a full-on dirt fight had begun with all of us throwing dirt at each other as if we were little children. We soon lost track of who was against whom; we didn't really care just throwing at anyone. We had been a bit dirty before that from the work but now we really got muddy onto our clothes and all over us. But soon things had moved beyond a dirt fight.

          Jenny reached down to pick up some mud to throw at Lizamoa. She slipped and ended up sitting on the ground. Lizamoa saw her chance, grabbing both hands filled with mud rushed at Jenny plastering both handfuls of mud across her chest. Jenny looked down at herself, and the oozy mud running down the front of her. Then she looked up, made a grab and caught Lizamoa by the legs so she fell back flat onto the ground. Jenny made a jump at her landing on top of her. There they were clinging to each other rolling through the mud. For a while, it was unsure if it was a fight or an embrace but soon it became clear it was turning sexual.
          Peter jumped in to help his wife, thinking it was still a fight. Bad idea, Peter! To his surprise, both women turned on him. Both of them made a grab at him and as his feet slipped out from under him, they managed to push him to the ground. With two girls on top of him, he was soon as muddy as they were. They began grabbing at his shirt trying to get his clothes off. Soon they had his shirt off and while Lizamoa sat on his chest Jenny quickly had his shorts and undies off. Suddenly Peter found himself naked with the two women on top of him.

          As the women were obviously getting the better of Peter, Mike decided to jump in and help his mate. Quickly, Jenny turned on him. Before he knew what had happened he had been pushed to the ground with Jenny on top of him. She soon had his shirt open, we never ever found a couple of those buttons, but not at a loss of modesty herself because Mike had managed to get her blouse open and her bra pulled down out of place. Then with two hands, he plastered mud over her bare breasts.
          Meanwhile, Lizamoa and Peter were in a little session together. He had realised this wasn't fighting now. They were rubbing mud over each other, hugging and rolling on the ground together. They were completely covered in mud as they continued taking her clothes off. Yes, they did, because I noticed she was helping him too. Soon she was as naked as he was and as muddy too.

          Sharon beside me had only been watching all this. Suddenly she was unbuttoning her blouse which she soon had off and thrown away to be quickly followed by her bra. Turning to me she dropped to her knees in from of me.
          “Come on Joseph. Let's play too,” she said as she reached up for the belt of my jeans.
          She soon had my belt, then my zipper was undone and with a tug, she had my jeans down to my knees. At that point, she gave me a push. With my jeans like that, I couldn't step back to save myself and fell backwards onto the ground. Sharon then sprung forward on top of me.
          I reached down and took two handfuls of mud, bringing them to her chest and rubbing mud over her naked breasts. I could see the slimy mud running down her breasts as they hung over me, dripping off onto my chest. She was soon doing the same to me too. It felt nice since the dirt we were using was so fine and made such slimy, smooth mud.
          I pulled her to me, and as our bodies came together, she moved her shoulders causing her muddy breasts to rub across my chest. I kissed her right on the mouth and quickly she responded to me. For a few moments, our tongues met and danced together before we pulled apart again. I still held her and when she moved I felt our bodies easily move against each other, slipping and sliding with the mud.

          Shanti turned to Steve and said, “Oh well Steve, everyone is having fun in the mud, we may as well join in too.”
          “Ok,” he agreed.
          They both fell to their knees and were reaching for each other, taking turns to remove each other's clothes. I watched him taking Shanti's shirt off and she was starting on his shirt when Sharon pulled my attention back to her. Now it was my turn. While she sat back I pulled her shorts and she lifted her bum to allow me to pull them down. While I was doing this something happened that made me stop.

          It was at that moment that Lizamoa looked up at the deck and saw my mother. She was standing on the deck watching us.
          “Hi Mum,” Lizamoa said. “We are just finishing the gardening.”
          “I can see that dear,” mum said.
          She shook her head and turned and walked away.
          Oh my God! I was shocked! I had forgotten about her being here. It must have been a real sight to see us like that. Lying there on the ground in each other's arms was Peter and Lizamoa. They were both quite naked. Nearby Mike and Jenny were almost as bad. I was with Sharon and we still had our underwear on, well in Sharon's case half her underwear with her shorts down to her knees. Then across the other side were Shanti and Steve by now down to her bra and panties and his shorts. Clothes were lying all around us, some almost unrecognizable in the mud.

          It sort of stopped all of us. We were looking at each other not sure what to do.
          “We better stop Lizamoa,” I said.
          “No Joseph,” she replied. “She has gone now.”
          “But we can't...”
          “Joseph it is too late now. She has caught us. We might as well finish our fun.”
          I was not so sure. I thought we should have stopped but Lizamoa was sure my mother would not come outside again and she wanted us to continue.
          It was Jenny who finally decided for us.
          “This has made me horny,” she said.
          She pushed Mike back into the mud, putting one leg on either side of him. Then one hand quickly guided him into her pussy and she sank down onto him with a sigh, taking him deep inside.
          “Ahaaa, that is nice,” she said. “My pussy filled with hard cock.”
          As I said, that sort of decided it for all of us. Maybe I should have stopped and gone to see how my Mum was taking it but then Sharon pulled me towards her giving me the other ideas.

          It didn't take long for the rest of us to get as naked as they were. I soon had Sharon's shorts completely off to be quickly followed by her panties. She then took my pants off throwing them away in the mud. She came up alongside me and as I lay back she was half lying on top of me.
          I felt the press of her breasts against my chest and she reached up hugging me and then our lips met again. As we did I ran my hands down across her back. Her body was wet, covered with a mix of rain and dirt. It felt nice under my touch, so slippery, so slimy, as my fingers moved along the sweep of her back.
          Feeling her body against mine felt so good that suddenly I was ready for her. I pulled her with both hands and her body slid up on top of mine. It didn't take long for my hard erection to find what it was looking for. I felt the entrance to her pussy then with a slight movement of her hips I felt the lips of her pussy open over the head of my cock. She was so wet, not from the rain and mud either. It was clear this had turned her on as much as it had me.
          Now Sharon took over, as with practised ease, moving her hips so I plunged deep inside her and then pulled almost right out. It felt good, not hard and rough as some sex I had with Sharon but instead just gentle as her movements were taking us both towards our climax. The sensation of the rain still falling and the mud which covered us added to the excitement as well.
          Before long I knew I was approaching the point of no return. I began humping up at her. She knew I was getting close and she increased the speed of her hip movements. I could feel my body tighten as the cum began to move up the shaft of my cock. It was feeling good and now I was only seconds away from my orgasm.
          But she beat me to it. With a massive gasp, she slumped on top of me. Her body heaving and shuddering in the throes of her orgasm. Her head was close beside mine and I heard her give a moan in my ear as the pleasure filled her body. It was clear her orgasm was an intense one. I did what I could to prolong it but then my own orgasm hit me. I felt the uncontrollable jerking of my cock as I pumped my cum deep inside her. She felt it and shuddered again at the pleasure. We lay there in our afterglow, both still recovering our breath until I felt my contracting cock slip out of her.

          Then a noise caught my attention. What I saw surprised me. There was my wife lying on her back with her head in a puddle of mud. That beautiful soft hair, always washed and always brushed, so soft to touch, so nice to smell, was now caked in mud. There was mud on her face and all over her naked body from what I could see of it.
          Peter was on top of her pounding into her with everything he had. She was taking it roughly and loving it too. Humping back to meet his every thrust. It was hard sex, aggressive sex, and exciting to watch although I did wonder that she might hurt herself. But I should know better with Lizamoa that she sometimes likes that style of sex when she really gets horny.
          And then she came with what was a loud long moan or was it a cry. She gave a shudder through her whole body and as he continued pumping into her she was bucking around underneath him. It was a wonder he was able to stay in or for that matter even stay on top of her. That was a sight to see.
          By now their noise had attracted others' attention. Mike and Jenny, who had finished about the same time as us, were also watching the show.
          Then Peter reached his orgasm. There was a loud gasp and it was clear to all of us that my wife's pussy was taking a load of his cum juice. He was still thrusting into her but by now had lost control of his rhythm. Before long he had stopped moving as the last of his cum was pumped into her.
          Now they had stopped. He was still lying on top of her as they recovered their breath. Next, to me I heard Jenny, giving them a clap. “Great show guys,” she laughed.
          This caused Lizamoa to look in our direction. When I saw her looking directly at me smiling I asked, “How was that?”
          “Good,” she managed to gasp out still trying to get her breath. “That was so good.”
          As Peter rolled off her she sat up. I could not believe the mess she was in. Lizamoa was never in a mess, always clean and tidy, never a hair out of place and look at her now. Covered in mud, her hair matted, hanging down over her shoulders. The mud dripped from her hair, running down over her breasts. But she was happy and smiling, obviously enjoying being like that, as she was laughing with Peter.

          But then I noticed that Shanti and Steve were still going for it. She was on her hands and knees and he was pumping into her pussy from behind. He was really thrusting at her and she had her arse pushed back against him. One of his hands gripped onto her while the other reached underneath her pussy. Then the lower part of his body began to jerk and it was clear what was happening. He must of at that moment touched her clit because suddenly with a cry her whole body jumped before she fell forward, face down in the mud. He had slipped out of her and we watched as the last globs of his cum flew through the air landing on her arse.
          When she rolled over she was smiling. She sat up supported by one hand while the other came up to her chest. She looked down at herself and wiped at the dark mud on her breast. The whole front of her body was covered. You could see the shape of her body, the shape of her breasts but they were covered with a mixture of mud and rainwater. The gentle rain was not washing her off, instead just mixing with the cakes of mud.
          “How are we going to get this off?” she asked.
          “It's going to take a bit,” said Jenny. “This stuff really sticks.”
          “I think we should stand under the hose first before going inside for a shower,” I suggested.
          And so that is what we did.

          Not bothering to find our clothes which would have been useless putting on anyway, we just walked around the side of the house naked. To my surprise, there was a pile of towels waiting for us in the shelter by the sliding door. My mum must have left them there.
          I got the hose and rinsed each of the women off as best I could. Their hair was a mess, so caked with dirt and mud. As each woman stood with their back to us we worked to get as much as we could out of her hair. When I hosed them the dirt was just streaming off their naked bodies, leaving muddy puddles on the deck. We found the best way for someone to rub our hands over the woman's body to loosen the mud while I followed with the hose. That was a little bit sexy doing that too. But I noticed none of the women were objecting.
          When I finished with each woman she went and grabbed a towel to dry off the surplus water and wrap around herself before going inside to shower.
          I then turned the hose on Mike. He has shorter hair so it didn't take long to rinse the dirt off him. Again the only way to get the dirt off was to rub it loose first and then rinse it away. Since he had to wait for his shower he decided to jump into the swimming pool. Soon Peter had joined him while Steve and I rinsed off each other before joining the boys in the pool as well.
          Lizamoa appeared and called two of us for our showers too. It took a lot of getting that dirt off. Even in the shower after swimming in the pool, dirt was still coming off my body. I noticed that later Lizamoa went back for a second shower and washed her hair again. Of course when I went outside later the swimming pool had turned a dirty shade of brown too.

          Later after our friends had gone home I heard Lizamoa talking to mum.
          “Sorry about us outside,” Lizamoa said. “We were just having a bit of fun in the rain.”
          “Yes, Liz,” Mum replied. “I know you were.”
          “You are not shocked?”
          “No dear. I see you go topless by the pool when I am here so I thought you might get bolder when I am away.”
          “How did you know?”
          “It is pretty obvious. I saw you changing after swimming the other day and you are the same brown all over. No bikini marks. So I knew you were nude at least sometimes.”
          “Oh,” was all Lizamoa said.
          “So... we didn't upset you?”
          “No! No! Like you said, you were just having fun dear.”
          Then she stopped and looked at Lizamoa. She didn't know I was listening but still lowered her voice.
          “Tell me, dear, what did it feel like?”
          “What?” Lizamoa asked.
          “Like you were. You being in the mud like that.”
          Now Lizamoa was shocked. I noticed she took a moment before she answered.
          “It was lovely, Mum. So smooth and slimy.”
          “It is a bit naughty, what you were doing. Just a bit erotic,” Mum said.
          Again Lizamoa hesitated before she smiled. “Yes Mum, it was, just a bit.”
          “You got so dirty, Liz. That is not like you.”
          “Yes I know,” Lizamoa laughed. “It was so sexy. I got really excited. But now it is hard to get that mud off.”
          She must have shown Mum her hair because I heard her say, “See there is still stuff in my hair.”
          “Can I wash it for you?” Mum asked her.
          Soon Lizamoa was leaning over the sink while Mum washed her hair again.

          “I saw you doing more too,” Mum said. “You had your clothes off with the European man.”
          “Yes,” I heard Lizamoa reply softly.
          “You were taking sex with him too.”
          “Yes,” Lizamoa admitted wondering where this was going.
          “And Joseph doesn't mind you doing that with another man?”
          “Not if he is doing with another woman at the same time.”
          “It looked very exciting.”
          I could not believe my mother had just said that.
          “Yes, it was,” Lizamoa agreed. “Very sexy.”

          I now knew that she had looked again or even been watching us. I noticed Lizamoa didn't give much of a reply to her either. She probably didn't know what to say. I didn't. After that, the subject was dropped. Mum seemed to be taking our swimming nude and fun with our friends fairly well but I was just wondering what she really thought about it. It was obvious to her now that we were doing more than just getting naked.
          I talked with Lizamoa about it later and we decided that we should still be more careful when she was around. There was not much we could do about it now as we had been caught but we thought it better that she didn't see any more of our sexual activities.

          So now we have a lovely garden and waterfall. I enjoy looking at it, seeing the water flowing over the rocks and falling into the pool below. Seeing the plants and flowers we have planted in the garden taking on a new beauty as they grew. But looking at the garden always brings back memories of the day we made the walls and the muddy sex which followed.
          Yes, Sarvesh and Amita, that was landscape our way. I hope you enjoyed our story as much as we did. When I talked to Shanti she said we really needed to get this into the Letters Book since it is such a sexy erotic story.
          Lizamoa and I have been writing it and now finally we are finished.

                Bye to you now,
                      From us in New Zealand.
                            Lizamoa and Joseph.

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