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One day at the Renaissance Faire

It was a cool weekend day in early September. Rich and I had been planning to go to the local renaissance faire for a couple of months. It's been a year since we'd last been there and things between us had changed for the better the previous fall.

The two of us had met in college and came to find out we both had fascination with the renaissance faire. The taking on of different personalities and the costumes were just half the fun. The faire became a yearly retreat for us to get away from the bustle of the daily grind. I had wanted to have a renfaire wedding but coming out of college neither he nor I could afford that kind of luxury. We went the simple and traditional route of a small ceremony with a few family and friends. But that's neither here nor there.

Having gotten the weekend off I was eager to get going to the faire. I nudged Rich to wake him and headed down stairs to get some breakfast ready before we left for the day.

I wake up to Mae prodding me to get up before slipping downstairs. I hear her in the kitchen. “I'm getting breakfast ready so get a move on or we'll be late leaving for the faire” “Yeah, yeah. I'm working on it.” I've never been a morning person but today Mae and I are heading to the renfaire so we need to leave early to catch the opening ceremonies. It's funny that this still gets her so excited to go. I've always enjoyed it but lately it's been an afterthought due to work and the stress our marriage had been through. Still, this should be a fun day. I head downstairs and grab some of the breakfast Mae's made. “Looks like today will be a nice one.” “Sure does, though they say on the weather that it'll be cool with a chance of showers late in the afternoon. I'm going to go get dressed. Are you planning to go in your usual costume?” “Yes, I'll be up in a few.” “Ok then, I'll pull out your clothes as well.”

I look forward to this every year, Rich is always so dashing in his swashbucklers costume and I usually go as his right hand maiden. I pull out the garment bag with my costume in it. I pull on the white bloomers since it's to be a cool day. I pull on my matching blouse followed by my navy blue bodice. This will perk up my front and always gets a rise out of Rich. The skirt I'm wearing is a hunter green worn with an almost scarlet belt which I can attach my purse to for all day faire going. Last item out of the bag is my wool cloak, it's a bit darker green than my skirt but is very warm. Sitting on the bed I pull on my new pair of navy blue suede thigh boots. These have a pair of suede straps that wrap the boot from the ankle to the top and a flat heel. I stand back up as Rich walks in the room. “You look fabulous. Let me get dressed and I'll meet you down at the car.” Mae gives me a kiss before heading downstairs. I get dressed in my costume which Mae's so kindly pulled from my closet. I grab Mae's hat which she forgot as I head down to the car. “My don't you look handsome.” I must say I feel uninhibited being dressed as a swashbuckler. White pirate shirt with a navy blue vest, black and white checkered pants, a red and blue sash over a black leather belt and my felt smugglers hat. “Hon, you forgot your hat upstairs so I brought it down with me.” “Thanks dear.” I like a man in boots and Rich has on his renaissance thigh high pair which just makes his costume pop. I grab my hat as we get into the car and head off.

We arrive at the Faire and I wake Rich out of his nap. “We're here.” I get out of the car open the trunk and begin to straighten out my costume when Rich wanders around still rubbing his eyes. “Are those boots new?” “Yes.” I reply as I had one leg up on the tailgate of the car. “They look good on you..” Rich reached his hand under my skirt to feel where they ended and smiled at me. “Get those paws off! You'll get there later after the Faire.” I swatted at his advance allowing me to practice being in character before we enter the gate.

“Don't forget we're heading up to Dan and Helen's place for dinner afterward.” Mae just nodded as we closed up the car and headed to the main gate. Once inside Mae and I got the parchment of events and perused it looking for shows we wanted to see and plan our time there. I'd been looking for some new ironwork for the house and Mae had her list of window shopping to take care of at the myriad of vendors. We split up for a bit and walked around the grounds. Unfortunately the rain a couple of days before still had left the pathways and by-ways a bit muddy and I shuddered at the thought of Mae's reaction to getting her suede boots all muddy. Mine being leather are an easy rinse off. I notice most people who were attending had brought a more practical but less authentic footwear choice of wellies and other rubber boots to prevent discomfort from the wetness and the mud.

I headed over to where my favorite blacksmith's booth. A small crowd quietly watched as he heated and hammered, twisted and cooled the metal held in his hand. As he explained the steps he was taking and continuing the motions as a wine bottle holder was formed from the raw iron. After adding a few more finishing touches with different metals the piece was complete and the crowd dispersed. I asked how much for the new wine holder and quickly struck up a deal and headed out to the car to put it away. I was just heading back when I got a call on the cell from Mae wondering where I was and that I was about to miss the first show we'd planned on. I said I'd be there in a bit.

While Rich and I split up, I searched for some nice herbal soaps to bring to Helen's as a thanks for dinner that evening. I wound up noticing my feet were getting kinda wet and looked down at my wet feet splattered with mud. “Ugh.” I just bought these boots and they're already a mess. I guess I'd not noticed the paths being that messy seeing as I've been just ogling over all the nick knacks in the various shops. I check the time and decide to head over to the first show I'm to meet up with Rich. I arrive and take my seat waiting patiently before getting out the phone and finding out where his pirate ass had carried him. A few minutes later he arrived, sat down and we enjoyed the musical styling of a female a cappella group. The two of us wandered around together and grabbed a bite to eat before heading to some more shows.

While sitting at the concert I took notice of Mae's soggy feet and asked if she was ok with the mess to which she replied she wasn't thrilled with messing her brand new boots and her feet were a little cold. After a few more shows we headed over to the Trial and Dunke which always gives a few good depraved laughs as several of the paid acting troupe that perform get voted on by their peers for there crimes to the realm. This leads to them being hoisted up on a pommel which has a rope they hold onto and are then repeatedly dunked into a pool of water that has been made out to resemble an old fashioned open well. I decide to go get some beer from the micro brew that is on site and then head over to join up with Mae.

With Rich off to get some growlers of beer I head off to the Trial and Dunke. While everyone is walking in for the show, two gents who are the ones in charge are busy herding a few underage kids out of the area. One of the men begins to ask for volunteers for the jury to preside over the trials. Several people raise their hands and are asked to do various quick thinking drills like first to the top of the back of the audience gets a seat or the best scream. I raise my hand to try out for the last female spot in the jury and I end up being asked to woo the sheriff as best I can. That really wasn't hard as I just feigned tripping and letting an ample view of my cleavage be seen before he caught me in his arms. Then the last male was chosen and the jury was complete.

The first person on trial was the local wench who had been too lewd in public and had been arrested for indecent exposure. Needless to say she was found guilty and found herself being hoisted up and dropped into the water. A drowned rat would have looked better and from her shivering the water appeared rather cold. The next victim was the town drunk and his comeuppance was also a trip to the dunk. The final victim was deemed to be not guilty by a 4-2 margin. However as the sentence was being overturned a cellphone began to ring. There was a stunned silence as we tried to locate whose it was and that's when I recognized the ring-tone and began to blush most embarrassed. I pulled out my phone to shut it off when the sheriff running the trial came over and swiped it out of my hand. “Hello, who is this?” The sheriff asks. “Oh, you're name's Rich? Well Rich what can I help you with.?” A few more inaudible sentences were uttered. Followed by some “Uh Huhs” and “Is that so.” “Well it seems that your husband got stuck in line waiting for beer and that he's on his way over.” “Do you have anything to say to the audience?” “Wait, what?” The sheriff turned to the crowd. “This pirate maiden has disturbed this trial with her noise maker and for all we know might have been using it for jury tampering.”

With that the audience started to shout for me to be put on trial. I try to protest that I honestly forgot to turn it off but that sheriff and audience are having none of this. I look up and see Rich walking down from the entrance to the theater and talk to the sheriff. He looks at me and shakes his head. I'm starting to get a little pissed off when the sheriff comes over and asks me to hand over any valuables that might be averred to being wet. So I hand over my hat, cloak and bag with my money and wallet and he drops the phone back in it. He hands the items to Rich who's trying hard to stifle his laughter. I glance over a threatening look at him as the bailiff and sheriff grab my shoulders and lead me to the dunke tank. I'm furious at this turn of events and begin to yell at Rich for his part in this and all that seemed to do was get the crowd even more riled up. I take the rope and sit on the pommel with the rope coming up between my legs. I hold on as I get pulled up into the air and swiveled over the pool of water below me. I think back to the first victim and how cold she was and then how much I'd dressed up for the day and I couldn't remember if I had an extra change of clothes in the car. All this went out the window as my stomach jumped into my throat and I plunged into the water below. I get pulled back up and then just as I gasp for breath I drop back in again. The tension in the rope is released and I grasp onto the side of the pool the crowd applauding and cheering loudly at the site of a regular faire goer being dunked. I manage to climb up onto the ledge of the well with the help of the sheriff and after siting for a moment to catch my breath. He kindly hands me some towels to dry off a bit and thanks me for being a good sport in all this. I lift my right leg up and let the water flow out of my boot and follow suit with the left one. I take my time retying the straps on my boots so they at least don't fall down. Rich walks over and hands me my cloak, hat and bag. “I'm so going to get you for this!” I snarl as I yank my stuff out of his hands.

I've been waiting for a while for the growlers of beer when I realize I'm missing the Trial and Dunke. I get out my phone and call Mae to let her know I'm running behind but I get a guy on her phone. I ask what's going on and I'm told that I need to head over to the Trial and Dunke sooner rather than later or bad things might happen to my wife. I finish up at the brewery and ask them to hold the growlers for me. I head to the Trial and Dunke where all sorts of commotion happening. I get motioned by the guy whom I presume I talked to on the phone and head down the aisle to the stage. I look up at Mae who is all out of sorts and just shake my head. The gent running the show introduces himself to me and explains what exactly happened and if I'd be willing to take responsibility if Mae was dunked for disrupting the trial. I nod in agreement to that. I'd really not thought about what would happen to Mae if this continued but I just went with the flow of the crowd who were all chanting to have her dunked. The sheriff obtained some of Mae's belongings and handed them to me for safe keeping and I watched in shock at what was happening right there to my wife. Mae was hustled toward the dunke pool and grabbed hold of the rope as she was lifted in the air. Even with the rope between her legs and her skirt bunched up behind it, as she sat on the pommel, I could barely see any skin at the top of her very long thigh boots. I looked up and smiled feeling a little guilty for letting this go on but for some reason I though a pirate maiden would look pretty good all soaking wet. It felt like ages as they released the rope. I heard her scream and her legs kicked up along with her skirt which created a sort of parachute as she splashed into the water below. As she was being pulled up her soaked outfit had changed a few shades darker and then she plummeted again into the pool. After she was helped up onto the edge of the pool and had a few towels handed to her I walked over to give her the things I was holding. To which she threatened me as she grabbed her only remaining dry items.

To Be Continued....

wow, that´s cool. looking forward the next part.

Nice. I am looking for the next part.

Sorry this took so long in getting written, being back in school and working full time is taking it's toll on my free time.

Part 2

Needless to say I was on her short list for the rest of the day. The couple of hours we spent wandering around but not talking. I knew she'd stopped to browse the wares of the various shops when the sound of squelching from her boots stopped. I was starting to feel bad as the sun had gone behind some ominous clouds and it looked like more rain might be on the way. I was looking around the shop we'd stopped in to see if I could find something she might like as an apology gift. It must have been a while that I was pondering when Mae came over to get me. “Lets go hon, or we'll be late for the next show.” I didn't notice the lack of disdain in her voice and just figured I'd better follow or the ride home was going to be a bit of an ordeal.

Mae and I sat down in the front row of the amphitheater for a retelling of Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet by the MudPond Players. In front of us was a mud pit with a small building at the back that the actors entered from. Now being a mud pit these thespians were donned in rags that were more to keep themselves covered and could be easily maintained. Clean was not a good description as it looked like they'd run this production numerous times over the course of the faire.

The production started with a brief introduction of the actors, the background of the troupe and the story that is about to be told for those in the audience who are clueless to Shakespeare. Being as there are only three players in the troupe, each player takes on multiple rolls depending on the scene. As the play starts the actors enter and start to speak there lines by giving the audience a physical demonstration of the angst and turmoil of the main characters Romeo and Juliet. There ensues a lot of splashing around in the mud pit. With the two male actors going back and forth between the characters that are at war with each other and those that are friends with one another. This is kinda confusing but the show continues till the female lead shows up as Juliet and the romance between her and Romeo unfolds. This then turns into a bunch of aside as one actor starts to describe the proceedings and the other male lead physically flops and jumps around the mud pit demonstrating what the narrator is saying. This needless to say brings much laughter from the audience. After a bit when all things are in the process of being described they call out to the audience for some assistance. After assuring that no one will be tossed in the mud pit several hands go up to help out with the rest of the play. The narrator walks over to me even though I'd not raised my hand and asks if I'll portray Mercutio who is a friend of Romeo's and after a bit of reluctance on my part and some begrudged support coming from my wife I stand up to join the troupe for the next scene which is the battle between Benvolio and Mercutio and Tybalt and Petruchio. The narrator changes his persona, becoming Tybalt and the other male lead is Romeo.

Now in front of the front row of the audience is about ten feet of flat but lightly muddy ground before the mud pit which is behind. The scene is a sword fighting scene so the players give me a sword that at best is similar to a Nerf foam stick. The premise is I fight Tybalt and Romeo attempts to break up the fight. Needless to say I'm killed by Tybalt and the players instruct me to put on a good death and lay down on the ground. So after some yelling and gasping for breath I drop down to my knees to which they mention that I'm dead so I need to be completely on the ground and stay there. I reluctantly lie down on the ground starting to feel the moisture seep through the back of my costume. Every now and then I'd raise my head to see what was going on and get a retort from the players that I needed to just lie there dead until the show was over. This triggered the audience to keep there eye on me and yell if I lifted my head at all. This all lasted for another ten minutes or so as the play progressed and the other characters wound up dead and laying in the big mud pit behind where I was laying. Upon the completion of the play the actors all got up and took a bow. They extended their hand towards me to help me up and I got a small round of applause. Mae stood up to come over to me, still squelching from her earlier dip. I raised my arms to give her a hug to which she thwarted my advance with a straight arm of her own. This knocked me back a bit toward the edge of the pit. I managed to regain my balance as I stepped one foot in the mud up to my ankle. The audience gasped at what Mae was doing. I bent down a bit as I attempted to climb out of the pit when...

Now that the play was over, and not satisfied with the comeuppance Rich had received to his costume for allowing me to be dunked, I walked over to him after the applause died down a bit. I could see the brown stains on the back of his clothing but I knew he didn't feel as uncomfortable as I did in my soaked outfit. As he extended his arms to me I gave him a shove. To my disbelief Rich managed to maintain his balance enough and this only produced a muddy foot. As far as I was concerned he needed to suffer as much as I had at the dunke tank. As he bent forward to step back up on solid ground I could hear the crowd release a confused reaction toward us. I just yelled, “He has it coming after the stunt at the dunke tank.” I was feeling a bit brash and decided this wasn't over yet. As he lifted his foot out of the mud, I took a couple of steps and with both hands pushed him backward. This will teach him I thought as now he wasn't going to maintain his balance this time. I could just see him flopping backwards as both his feet give way. Landing with a big splash of muddy water, flailing to stay dry as he continued backwards with his head finally splashing down in the mud. Rich's pirate hat landing softly on the top of the muddy water. The only problem with that thought was he wasn't alone. I was quite literally yanked back to reality when the muddy water splashed up in my face. I opened my eyes to see Rich looking up at me surrounded by a field of sloppy brown mess. I think he was lipping something to me but the shock of what just happened I didn't react quickly enough and was unceremoniously rolled off into the pit.

...as I was getting up I saw someones hand reaching for me so I grabbed it figuring there's no harm in this. What I wasn't expecting was the hands I grabbed were Mae's and she wasn't offering them in help. As Mae's momentum moved to me all I could do was grab and hold on as I fell backwards into the mud pit. As I hit the mud I could feel the water absorbing into my pants and beginning to flow into my boots. My hat flew off as I moved backwards. This wasn't so much of an issue until I felt the twinge that all males dread when someone falls on them. I looked up to see Mae laying on top of me and the agony of her knee in my crotch I couldn't believe she just gave me this dumb look and wouldn't get off. Being covered in mud now from head to toe I just pushed her off me as I sat up in unexpected pain. There were some shocked looks from those that remained at the theater. One of the actors stepped into the pit as they were already muddy and offered me a hand as I stood up. The water and mud that had collected in my clothes while I lay in the mud followed gravity's course and drained down into my boots. “Damn it Mae! WTF was that for?” I turned around as Mae was being helped up and the sight of what was my right hand maiden was now a muddy drowned rat. Not an ounce of color was left other than the light tan of the mud completely covering Mae's costume. I couldn't help but feel a bit bad about this turn of events but being pushed into the pit by my wife kinda made it justified.

Rich stood up, I could see his backside was completely covered in the mud but some of his front wasn't. I on the other hand looked as if I'd just been in the dunke tank of mud. Why oh why hadn't I though of that possibility when I pushed him in. One of the actors stepped in to help Rich out and then stepped back in to help me. All the while the audience was busting up with laughter at the state both Rich and I were in. Normally the actors are wearing clothing that gets muddy all the time and therefore isn't quite the ordeal when it comes time to clean up and cost. I could see Rich just standing there shaking his head at me. I saw his reaction to me when I'd been dunked earlier in the day but walking in waterlogged boots was getting kind of old by mid afternoon. Unfortunately for me now I wasn't just waterlogged but mud logged as well. I could feel the mud that had trickled into my boots squelching around my toes but the feeling of all my bloomers covered with this slimy mud was interesting to say the least. While I was helped out of the pit I could feel the weight of my clothes but there seemed to be no friction as I moved around, just the feeling of something sliding across my body. This all happened in such a weird way that I was still in a bit of a daze when Rich spoke to me. “Mae, They've offered us a shower to get cleaned up with so we're not the laughing stock of the faire. Come on lets get cleaned up a bit.”

After being helped out of the mud pit the actors offered us the use of the employee showers since it's very unusual for paying faire goers to get into the predicament Mae and I had gotten ourselves in. I turned to get Mae's attention about cleaning up but she just sort of cast a glazed look up at me as I reached for her hand. Needless to say we took up the offer for the showers. As we got to the small fenced in area behind the stage I could see this might not be as easy a task as I hoped. Mae and I entered the fenced are to discover that there were a couple of shower heads but there was no roof on the place only a wooden platform and some wood benches. I sat down to start taking off some of my clothes while Mae just turned on the water and stood under the deluge. “Ya know we're already completely messed and muddied you might as well just get all your stuff rinsed off any way. I'd rather we just be in the car wet than get the inside all muddy. And who knows we might be dry by the time we get to Helen and Dan's for dinner.” Mae was right both of us were in no state to be choosy regarding clean up so I just took her advice and walked right on up to the other stall. I will admit the warm water was refreshing as it rinsed the majority of the mud off me. I decided that I really needed to take off my boots as they were collecting all the water that ran down over me. So I grabbed a stool and proceeded to pull them off. There was a fair amount of water in them and some mud so I poured them out and rinsed them off. Tossing them aside I looked to see Mae just standing there under the shower and rubbing herself in the most erotic fashion I'd ever seen and that was with several years of marriage under the belt. She motioned for me to come over which I did. “Can you help me get my clothes off? It's a bit hard to grab the laces in the back when they are covered in mud.” I reached around Mae to undo the laces in her corset to which she just stared in my eyes and looked to blush. The water was falling on both of us as I started to reach down her back to untie her skirt. As I let the skirt flop wetly onto the floor Mae grabbed my ass and pulled me closer and whispered into my ear. “I know you're probably mad at me for all this but I couldn't let you having me dunked stand. I was going to get you back some how. This just happened to be an opportune time to do so. I certainly wasn't expecting to be in this same boat as you but it feels good.” I looked into her eyes and could sense her frustration at the situation but there was a yearning in her eyes that'd I'd not seen since our early days dating. “I can understand the getting me back but did it have to be so messy?” “I don't know, maybe it did. I was angry after the dunk so I wasn't thinking much beyond that. Besides you do look so handsome and dashing soaked in that outfit. You remind me of the old swashbuckler movies where the captain has to take the ship through a fierce storm and the crew need to rally around there leader.” I leaned in as she started to trail off when she reached up and planted what could only be described as and exceptionally passionate kiss to which I couldn't refuse the invite.

Rich and I mush have kissed for a good long time. It's been a while since I felt that much passion in anything we did together. As I broke the embrace I stepped back and looked at my husband in all his wet glory and could see “he had mail”. I stepped back up to him this time placing my hands on his chest and with another kiss started working my way down to his manhood. As I felt my way down his front he seemed to get the hint and began to work his way under my blouse and around my breasts with his giant paws. I was getting more aroused as Rich worked my breasts that I withdrew my other hand and slid it between my own legs as I worked him and me to a near climax. “Here are some towels for you two and if you could wrap it up we also need to shower off before the next show.” Talk about killing the moment. “I think maybe we can finish this at another time Honey.” I could see in his eyes the disappointment of not completing what was almost. However I got a sense that Rich wasn't as mad as first thought. We finished our shower and took the towels and used them to dry ourselves a bit but to also ring dry some of our clothes as we couldn't go back out in public half naked. At least being warm and wet was better than cold and muddy. Rich and I headed out and offered a larger than normal donation to the memorabilia table since the acting troupe doesn't get paid much by the faire and they'd been kind to us following the incident. Rich and I headed out to the car since it was starting to get late and we were expected for dinner around 7 o'clock. “This should be a nice evening once we get up to Dan and Helen's place.” Or so I thought.

To be continued as this isn't the last of the day's misfortunes or is it? Hmmm ponder on that.

Well after eight months I finally got the burr out of my ass to finish up this story.
Between, school and work etc I just never found the time to want to write.
I do hope everyone enjoys this.

Cheers


After cleaning up Mae and I headed back toward the parking lot. The two of us were definitely drawing extra attention to ourselves. My own pirate costume soaked and brown on the back side, Mae's costume fairing worse and completely brown. At least her cloak had remained unscathed as she hadn't been wearing it after the morning dunking. We started the trek back toward the main gates of the Faire and began to hear distant rumbles of thunder. Upon looking to the west there was an extreme contrast to the slightly gray overcast clouds that had been with us much of the day and the absolute pitch black of the approaching storm front. “I think we should pick up the pace.” I said this as I began to feel the first couple of drops of rain. “I don't think hurrying is necessary Rich, the state we're in a bit more water won't hurt us.” I could hear the lack of enthusiasm in Mae's voice. “I guess you're right but wouldn't it be better if we got on the road before this storm hits?” “I think it might be kinda funny watching all these people who are here run for it when the rain hits. I'm still wet and so are you so what difference does it make?” “I figured you'd at least want to get to Helen's where we can clean up before dinner, maybe see if we can wash some of the clothes before heading out. I only brought some sweats for tonight when we stay over. I hadn't planned on an extra set of clothes due to today's little fiasco.” “I'm fine and I'm sure Helen and Dan will understand.” Mae leaned in towards my ear. “Besides I could tell you were enjoying our time in the shower before we were brought back to earth and I wouldn't mind finishing what we started.” The truth be told I had gotten a rush from that little stunt back there and had to agree with Mae. Rather than speed up we decided to browse through the winery on our way out and pick up a few bottles for later. Seeing as we'd probably be late now, no time like the present to pick up an apology gift. We could see the light outside beginning to fade as the storm continued it's eastward journey and the light sprinkles began to make larger and larger dark spots on the paved walkways leading towards the parking fields. In no time the sky opened up and buckets upon buckets began to rain down on the Faire. I tapped Mae on the shoulder and pointed outside. Mae looked up and just burst out laughing at the droves of faire goers running toward their cars. A few had ducked into the winery but they were wetter than the two of us. We spent another 20 minutes or so deciding on which styles of wine to get and which ones Helen and Dan might like. We walked up the the cashier who asked about ourselves and that we came in wet before the rain. Mae quickly took up the conversation while I started packing the bottles in an available cardboard box. The clerk smiled and offered to let us wait till the rain stopped but when she looked up at the overhead tv with the weather report showing a really slow moving system looked at us and just said good luck staying dry. I asked for a plastic bag to wrap the case of wine with so the box would hold together. Mae pulled her cloak around and put her broad brimmed hat on. I adjusted mine as well, picked up the case of wine and headed toward the door. There didn't seem to be a break in the weather according to the radar image on the tv and the rain didn't look to be letting up outside the shop either. Mae help the door and we headed out toward the car as quickly as we could but a case of wine was still slowing me down to just a walk. We headed out the path toward the parking fields when we noticed rivers upon rivers of water washing across the field. It looked like a man-made bayou with alternating water ways and dry areas. Dry is the operative word but doesn't begin to describe the mire Mae and I would need to walk through just getting to the car.

Just getting to the car I was soaked through my cloak and Rich looked to be just as bad carrying the wine. I opened the tailgate of the car and climbed in dropping the back seats down and allowing room for Rich to slide the case of wine in and climb in as well. “At least the rain isn't blowing so we can leave the back open till we decide where to go from here.” Rich sat down next to me. “So what do you want to do now? Most of the others are gone except a few of the employees who I guess don't get off do to inclement weather. I rustle around and my heart sinks as I did indeed forget to bring a change of clothes with me. I hear a really close thunderclap and jump banging my head on the roof of the car. Rich grabs my shoulder as I rub my head. “Are you alright?” “Yeah, I'm fine.” I struggled to get my cloak off as it had wrapped itself around me in the confusion of the moment. “I'm going to wring out some items so they won't be so uncomfortable by the time we get to Helen's. You might as well do the same when I'm done.” I lay down and lift my rear off the floor of the car and slide my skirt off. This thing ways a tonne soaked like this. I re orient myself to the back of the car which is semi protected having the tailgate raised up creating a canopy from the rain. After wringing out my cloak and my skirt I sit on the bumper with my legs dangling as Rich takes off his shirt and begins drying out as well. I look down in dismay at the state my new boots are in and wonder if they'll ever come clean. There's a small water fall coming off the roof of the car and I stick one of my booted legs under it to try to rinse off the mud. With a little effort I can start to see a dark blue come through the brown of the mud. Satisfied they'll come clean I turn to Rich with a mischievous smile. “You liked the way I looked when I was soaked at the dunke tank?” He looks at me an nods. “You like the way I looked all covered in mud at the play too didn't you?” Again he nods. “I thought you looked sexy all wet and slimy. Why?” “Well, it felt good all covered in mud like that. The clothes will come clean or should anyway. Besides something about you all soaked as well and the feeling of me all soaked was starting to turn me on in that warm shower.” “Well I have to admit that was the best kiss we've had together in a while.” Mae drops her feet off the tailgate down into the puddle behind the car, splashing muddy water partway up her boots. Still protected from the rain by the upper part of the tailgate she motions with her finger for me to come closer. “We could just play here for a bit, maybe the rain will let up allowing for an easier drive to Helen's.” “It's already 5:30 and it'll take at least an hour to get there in these conditions.” “Aw, you're no fun.” Mae stamped down in the puddle again spraying more muddy water around. I climbed out and gave her a kiss saying “We really need to get going. I'd like to play right now as well and maybe finish what went on earlier but I don't want to screw up Helen and Dan's plan just to have a tryst here and now. How about we work on finishing this tonight after we get there.” Rich climbed out of the back of the car kissed me and closed up the back and ran around to climb in the drivers side. While not what I had in mind he made sense and his pragmatism had always been his strong point and one that I enjoyed. Although sometimes it was hard to get him to loosen up. I head around to the passenger's door and climb in.”

I start the car and slowly make my way back to the main road. It's a good thing I put that coating on the windows. The rain is just pouring down still. I turn on the radio to catch the news and after a few minutes find out that there are several roads that have been closed due to flooding and that was going to take a bit longer to get to Dan's place. I turn the heat up to take the chill off mine and Mae's soaked bodies. She looks at me and smiles asking to wake her when we get there. I agree and roll on down the road. I awaken her when we get close, probably no more than a mile or two. She rubs her eyes asking where we are. I look over at her as she screams “LOOK OUT” pointing out front. I look up and swerve to avoid a tree that has fallen across the road. I briefly hydroplane before the tires grip the road but that was enough to fishtail and slid into the drainage ditch next to the road. “Are you alright?” I ask with a nod from Mae signifying nothing more than being shaken up. I look out and seeing as there's nothing in front of the car and it's still running I try to back out of the ditch with no luck. I put the car into park and open the door to see why I we aren't moving. That's when I notice that our rear wheel isn't touching the ground. I look over to Mae and ask for the cell. She hands it to me asking who I'm gonna call that will be able to help. “I'm gonna call Dan as he has a winch on his truck.” I dial the house. Yes some places still have land lines. Helen picks up the phone. After hanging up I look over to Mae. “What's wrong?” I explain that Dan's stuck at work and has the truck. He won't be back till the roads reopen. But we're in luck, Helen has a family friend who might be able to help. She'll call them and call us back when she hears anything. About an hour passes before Helen calls us back saying that John's unavailable on account of a broken knee but he was sending one of his grand kids out to help.

I look at Mae and try to bring the positive to light in this situation. “We're not hurt, the car seems to be fine at the moment, and dinner's gonna be late since Dan's not going to be home anytime soon. Another 20 minutes or so pass before we see some headlights and a honk. A truck stops on the road so I get out of the car to see what's gonna happen. The rain has let up a bit at the moment so I climb up the embankment to the road. As I get up the driver opens the door. “I take it your the guys pop-pop sent me out to find?” Yeah, I'm Rich and that's Mae in the car. “I'm Melody. Alright let's get you hooked up to my truck and then I'll pull you up out of the ditch and we can head from there.” I ask if there's anything I can do and Melody asks us to get out of the car so to not cause anymore movement that might let the car get more stuck. I'm instructed to make sure the parking brakes are applied until told otherwise. I climb back down the embankment and open the door. “Looks like we'll be out of here in no time. However I need you to climb out as well while the car gets pulled out.”

Mae climbs out through my door and we stand up on the road while Melody scurries around hooking up the car. A drizzle is still falling as Melody climbs up the embankment. “When I get the truck started I'll have you disengage the parking brake.” Melody puts the chucks under her truck's wheels and gets in. She rolls down the window and tells me to take the brake off. I start down the embankment and lose my footing. Landing on my ass I slide the rest of the way to the car. I don't even need to look at how muddy I just became. I could hear Mae break out into an uproarious laugh as I stood up to open the door. Leaning in I released the brake and climbed back up the hill where Mae was trying as best she could at not falling over laughing. “What's so funny?” I say trying to hide my own feelings of embarrassment and sarcasm. This day had started so promising, started to become a great turn on for both of us and now this mess. Talk about the wind being let out of the sails. “You know this will be a day we'll never forget.” Mae just can't stop giggling now. We watch as the car begins to move on it's own sliding around and finally easing back up onto flat ground. Melody calls out once the car is stationary for me to reapply the brake so she can unhitch the car. I take the time to inspect the car for damage while Melody kneels down to disconnect the winch. As I finished my inspection I walked around to thank Melody as she pulled back the hood of her poncho. “You're all set to head over to Helen and Dan's place. Helen said to follow you guys to make sure the car makes it there.” I thank her as we climb back into the car.

It only took another 15 minutes to go the next couple of miles mainly since there was a thumping noise coming from the car. “Well it looks like the car will need to go in for service tomorrow before we can head back home.” We finally see the front lights of Helen and Dan's place and pull into a spot next to Helen's car. The other pickup pulls in behind us. Mae and I open the door as Helen walks out her front door onto her porch. “I'm glad you finally made it. Is everything alright?” I reply. “We're all good and thanks to Melody, who hadn't gotten out of her truck yet, for coming to the rescue.” Mae and I walk up the steps of the porch. The rain beginning to come down harder creating a thin veil of water over the last steps leading up to the porch. “Come up out of the rain.” Mae and I slosh up the stairs through the veil of water coming from the overloaded rain gutter. “You two look quite the state.” Helen's tone was slightly concerned. “Well Rich and I had other issues while at the Faire today. But Rich is freshly muddy from our incident down the road.” Helen broke into a laugh as Rich turned around showing off his muddy backside. “Well dinner isn't happening until Dan get's home because he got stuck at work with all the flooding.” Mae and I sit down a bench on the porch and hear the slam of a truck door behind us. “What's wrong Melody?” “Oh, nothing Helen. Brent's unable to get out here for our date tonight due to the flooding.” “Well come out of the rain and join us. I'll introduce everyone and since we haven't figured out plans, we can do that too.” Helen went inside to find some towels that Mae and I can dry off with. “When you get dried off enough y’all can come inside and take your shoes off and leave them on the tile floor by the kitchen. And feel free to use the coat hooks to hang anything that might be wet.” Melody was just pulling the hood down from her head, her slightly damp hair flopping loosely onto her shoulders. Helen returned swinging open the door as she stepped out with some towels. “I was thinking that we could order some Chinese food and Melody and I can go pick it up. This'll leave you two alone to clean up. It'll probably take forty min or so due to the weather and you guys know where the showers are.” Melody nodded in agreement as Helen went back inside to call in the order. After a few minutes Helen stepped back outside wearing a poncho. “You ready?” Melody pulled up her hood and followed Helen to the Jeep parked out front. With that the two headed off and left Mae and I to clean up.

“You know Rich it's going to take them a while to get back. We could try to finish what we started earlier.” I must have not reacted quickly enough as Mae moved in to grab my crotch and planted a succulent kiss on my lips. A muffled “Ah” was all I could say as it dawned on me what Mae meant. The memory of earlier came flooding back as the two of us cleaned off in that shower back at the faire. Mae broke the embrace and tugged on my arm to follow. Who was I to say no. The front porch wrapped around the house and on the one end near the back door the rain spout had either broken off or was completely clogged as a torrent of water was just gushing off the roof into what was now a pond by the back steps. Mae was the first to step into the deluge, the force of the water flattening out her hair, soaking her corset and sluicing down her dress. I could start to see her body lines through all the fabric and it was definitely having its effect on me. Mae turned to me, seeing the reaction, smiled and pulled me under the torrent as well. We locked lips again as I could feel Mae's hands flow over me. This was a different feeling than earlier as the water was colder but I felt warmer non the less. I reciprocated the message as I slowly rubbed her shoulders giving me access to the rear ties of her corset. The deluge of water had completely drenched me by now and I could feel the buildup of water in my boots. The two of us just stood there embracing kissing and feeling each other. I figured I'd make the first move as I began to hike up Mae's dress, talk about a LOT of fabric. I was finally able to reach underneath and discovered she was no longer wearing any panties. I could feel the warmth between her legs and the contrasting cool of the water cascading down the two of us. The reaction from Mae hastened the process as she pressed even closer to me, her hands finding their way down the front of my pants and stumbling upon a similar situation as I had found with her. These feelings continued to the point of me having to sit down. My bulge complete exposed as Mae helped to straddle my lap. Her decent completed the union of the two of us. The cool of the water, the heat of the moment, the sound of the pounding rain and the rhythm Mae moving up and down, up and down, up and down. The warmth between us continued to build till as one we erupted together. Mae flung her head back, hair wetly flapping about, squeezing my thighs together. The rain splashing on her face running down between us both. The cool sensation causing me to lift my ass off the step thrust myself deeper into this repository of sex. The moment lasted what was probably not too long but felt like ages. Then again I could be wrong as the first signs of approaching headlights could be seen in the distance. Mae realizing the pause in pleasure responded. “What's wrong? She turned around. “Shit! Helen and Melody are back? Crap, lets quickly get inside.” I agreed as I helped lift Mae off. Standing up I pulled up my pants as the weight of the water in my boots caused them to slouch down. Mae's dress was easy it just fell back into place.

The lights continued to get closer as I pulled off my boots. Being sure to empty them before going inside. Mae was already starting the process of removing her clothes as she walked into the mud room. Mae sat down and began untying her boots before pulling them off. Hers were soaked but due to all the clothes she'd been wearing had not filled back up with water. The towels that Helen had left allowed us to wrap ourselves up. On the mud room floor was a big plastic contraption. Mae looked at it as did I wondering what it was. That's when the most startling thing happened.

“That's a boot dryer,” came a deep voice from behind us. Mae and I turned around startled to find Dan walking in the door. I get a small whack over my head followed by a “Duh” what do you think it's for look followed by Mae whispering in my ear. “See, I though it was too soon for Helen and Melody.” “Well don't let me stop you two. I need to check on the dam at the end of the pond out back.” And with that Dan headed back outside into the deluge. Mae and I looked at each other, placed our boots over top the dryer, hung our wet clothes on the hooks, smiled and headed toward the guest bedroom. There on the bed had been laid out a couple of pairs of sweats that Helen must have provided before leaving. Mae closed the door and with a click of the lock pulled me down on top of her on the bed. I looked deeply into those bright blue eyes of hers, leaned forward and began to passionately kiss my wife.

A little bit more time passed until I heard the tell tale, “We're back.” Mae and I got up, changed and wandered out to the kitchen Helen was unpacking the dinner as Dan pulled out the settings for the table. Meanwhile Melody was taking her red poncho off and hanging it on a coat hook. She's wearing a blue denim jacket over a gray hooded sweatshirt, gray skinny jeans tucked into a matching pair of red rain boots. Mae immediately commented. “Those are some sweet rain boots you got there Melody. Where did you get them?” “Oh, these I got these as a gift from Brent on my birthday. I don't know what store he got them from but they are the Ava boot from Calvin Klein. I like that they are over the knee and don't look like waders.” Helen commented. “I think Dan should get me a pair too, It'd save my leather boots.” Dan turned around to get the proverbial wife wink, wink, nudge, nudge look, knowing full well that sooner rather than later was needing to happen. While Dan finished setting the table, Helen sat down to pull off her boots before placing them on the floor in the mudroom. “I got a call from Brent while we were out getting dinner. He said he'd be here in about another ten minutes since our intended plans went out the door with the weather.” The four of us sat in the great room waiting as Dan prepped a fire in the fireplace. Once Brent arrived, dinner was placed on the table and the evenings conversations began. The story that started it all was when Dan walked in on Mae and I while trying to get cleaned up. This unlocked a torrent of stories that proved the six of us really had more in common than what would have been outwardly known. Upon finishing dinner we guys went to the great room, the fire was blazing nicely, the beer was flowing nicely and the women took to the kitchen giggling and carrying on.

While Rich and the guys went to the great room Helen, Melody and I continued talking about our mutual discoveries into the world of wam. This even brought up the suggestion about a get together in the season for some group activities. I don't know what Rich would think about it but I'm pretty sure it wouldn't be hard to convince him. Both Helen and Melody seemed to be almost too psyched up for this as they rambled on about the feelings and sensations of what this form of substance abuse bring about. It was determined that this event couldn't wait and plans were put into motion to get back next weekend here at the cabin. I have to admit when I got up this morning THIS wasn't even close to being what I had planned for the day.