Last week’s heat wave of 100 degree days finally broke in time for our mud fun in the sun day — though I didn’t know what it was until the last second. Al had spent a month planning this surprise September 1^st day. Something more was happening. Every weekend in July and August he went off for a day. He was sandy when he came back.

Eventually, I learned that our fun day inspired him to build it to a part time business. So what was his genius idea? He asked if I were ready to visit a nude beach. I wasn’t. Yet, he figured out I love accidental exhibition so I couldn’t be confused with a modest person. After just the right amount of resistance, I often let him expose me to strangers and friends. I wonder what that would be like with family. We began with allowing my light skirts to billow up to my waist when my hands were full. Flashing my butt and panties is still thrilling in the right, taboo, places, especially when my panties were damp. I can be so naughty.

He pretended not to notice when I left a mid-blouse button open so my bra, and later my braless bare tit, was visible in the gap. I got a C-cup bra to ‘cover’ my B-cup tits. Leaving an extra top button open and leaning forward gave my coworkers a full and clear view of one tit at a time floating in my oversized bra. Somehow, I ‘never’ noticed the eyes locked on my hard nipples.

I’d imagine them each sucking on them — sometimes as Al watched. Those fantasies quickly escalated to my friends stripping me — at least my top and lifting my skirt — so at least two of them could take me as I leaned forward on my desk. One would fill my mouth, another my pussy or ass. Al might flick my clit as another would suck my tits. I would cum hard from that no matter if I were still working or out in public. One day I’ll have three cocks in me at once.

Yet, I was shy in my bikini in normal situations. He may have planned his surprise for me as a prelude to stripping at a nude beach or resort. Maybe one day, if I lose a bet ... There was that time when we buried me in Death Valley face down. That was scary, yet it got my adrenalin rushing nicely. I still fantasize about that. He even published a story about it in I Buried My Naked Wife in The Desert.

“Hi Sue. Are you ready to go? What are you up to?”

“Hi Al. So early? It’s barely eight.”

“Yes. We have about a ninety-minute drive to get there before the sun peaks. Put on a snug bikini and lets go. I’ll tell you more on the drive there. Bring an extra towel, but no extra clothes.”

“OK. This looks like the way to Death Valley. What kind of surprise have you planned?”

“Sue, remember that lean-to general store in Death Valley? We’re going there. That family is grand fathered in and owns two acres of land since before it became a National Park. They have restrictions on how much they can do on the land, so no new buildings or structures. I convinced them that a hole in the ground isn’t a structure and if they managed what I design and help build a business from it, we can share the profits.”

“So you’re taking me to a hole in the ground? How grand.”

“Yes. A cool, deep hole lined with garden plastic and half filled again with sand and water. Our own mini water park. We are testing the concept alone today. I already arranged to use the hole twice a week for the rest of the Summer and Fall. No ads go out until we know if the mud hole works for fun and healing baths. Pool shockers go in the water to keep things sanitary. It may be low, but I’m figuring selling two hours use for $20. Maybe we can do an early morning and late session each day. What do you think?”

“So you want me to work this mud hole too? I wish you’d asked me in sooner.”

“It started as a simple surprise for just us, then got complicated quickly. Digging, lining and filling a half Olympic pool sized hole cost much more than I expected, so I looked at how to spread out the $4000 cost. We don’t have to open it to others, but...”

“I get it. This would be a generous gift if we keep it to ourselves. Having others join us might be fun, paying or not. Oh, we’re here.”

“Yes. Parking is on the side. We have to provide our own shower water after today, but we can use the local’s hose for now. There’s a sandstone shower pad here so whatever runoff the dessert sand does not instantly absorb can spill back into the mud hole. We need a better name for that.”

“Glory hole?”

“NO! Definitely not that. The water and sand are in; we lined the edges with 2x6 planks to anchor the plastic and keep the edge square. Let’s jump in and stir it up. No one’s around to see you in your neon pink bikini except, maybe, the old folks who own the store. They already saw us naked last Nude Day, if you recall.” Sue blushed and glanced toward the store. The couple and another stranger were staring at us.

After checking her bottoms and adjusting her small tits in the top, we applied some SPF 50 to each other. After covering all her exposed skin, I reached in and rubbed some on each cute tit and hardening nipple. She grinned and allowed me to stretch her covered nipples despite our fixated audience. Squirting more sunblock in my hands, I reached into her bottoms and thoroughly covered her firm ass then reached in her front and covered her swelling labia. My cock tried escaping my Speedo. When I rubbed her pussy with the slippery salve, her eyes rolled back and she moaned lightly. Coconut and sex aroma filled our noses. Rubbing her clit with sunblock was necessary, right? She shuddered, head back, and kept her sweet, pacific smile. I held and lightly fingered her through her climax.

A sigh filled her lungs. Then she turned me toward our audience, took the SPF 50, and pushed my Speedo down to release my throbbing cock. Delighted, she began coating my balls and stiffness before sliding up my gut, arms, and chest — every sweep included a push or squeeze on my aching cock. Finally, she turned me by my cock and rubbed my ass, legs (back and front), and my back. When she pulled one cheek open and covered my crack, I knew I hadn’t exposed her enough. I had the perfect excuse.

When she turned me and rubbed my cock for our now six person audience, I unhooked her top and tossed toward the store. She stood up and covered her tits. Before she could speak, I pushed her bottoms to her feet then off. Now naked and facing the store, she blubbered, “W-what are you doing? People are watching and now I’m naked.”

“Yes. You’re more beautiful naked. Since you exposed me, I figured tit-for-cock was fair. Besides, you don’t want to get your swimsuit all muddy, right?”

In answer, she let go her tits and pushed my Speedo to the sand. As she bent to remove it and toss it aside, she kissed my bishop and made it bounce for our viewers. We turned and walked hand in hand to the ‘Sand Sink’ (?) — nah. ‘Holey Sand Bath’ — nope.

The morning sun already warmed our shoulder tops and I considered selling sunblock or letting the Murphs stock up their store with it. Our skin puckered when we jumped into the fresh, cold water. “That’s a cold, shocking contrast to what will soon be bath-warm water, Sue.”

We walked the hip-deep pool, stiff cock and hard nipples swaying, until the sand blended into loose mud. Maybe too much water? Just as the sand blended completely, the two couples from the store came to the edge. “Hi. The Murphs said you were opening this sweet sand hole to others and we hoped to be the first. May we join you?”

Sue and I looked at each other, mud reaching almost to our hips. I began, “Well, this was to be our day exclusively, but if my wife, Sue, agrees, I’m OK with that. There are two provisions. You must be nude too; you must let us examine you carefully. If that’s OK, strip and squat where you are.” In a flash, they were naked and standing above us. My cock stiffened again as the two average women squatted and splayed open their pretty pussies. Both had B or C cups and stiff nipples. With no obvious diseases, I leaned in for an arbitrary sniff test. Tempted as I was to taste these pussies, I merely felt them and ushered their clits out before giving them a thumbs up.

Sue had two new, stiff cocks near her face. She squeezed and lifted each one looking for signs of disease on them and the balls which hung with them. Both were cut, yet she ran her fingers around their bishops. She gave them a longer squeeze, then approved them for ‘entry.’

With the mud already mixed, the guys canon balled in creating a Pollock of mud on us. The women jumped in feet first. Finally sinking into the mud to our chins, we felt the silky coarseness of the fine sand. Too thick to swim in, the thickening sand embraced us with a weighty comfort. My eyes popped open when I felt a hand on my cock with Sue surrounded by the other men. “Hi. I’m Kara and this is my sister Dee. Those lug heads are our husbands, Ken and Dan. Haaapy to meet you,” she said as she squeezed me harder. Dee moved from my balls to my cock as she nodded. I wondered if Sue had both hands full of cock. They were close enough to be fingering her, but would they? In all this sand, that would be evil.