Today, at work, my coworker, Anne, was showing pictures of a wedding she had attended last weekend. She had been wearing a black and white dress, white nylons, and black pumps. Now, last weekend, the remnants of Hurricane Ian were moving through the area. All of Anne's pictures showed her soaking wet in her nice clothes. I also heard her tell another woman that she and her husband got so turned on by each other's wet clothes that they went behind the barn where the wedding was, and made love on the muddy ground. She said there were lots of other well dressed couples having sex in the mud and rain. When they got home, they took a fully clothed shower, had more sex, and then went to bed. 

Now, as you may imagine, Olivia and I did not waste the rainy day. A friend of ours dropped off her daughter for us to babysit while she was working. When she came over, we asked her mom if it was alright if we all played in the rain. Somewhat surprisingly, she said yes. Her daughter was dressed in a dark blue dress, black stockings, and black mary-jane shoes. I was dressed in jeans, a burgundy long-sleeved shirt, and was barefoot. Our son was wearing a grey shirt, jeans, and socks. Olivia had on a grey blouse, frilly black skirt, dark stockings, and soft black flats. We immediately ran into the backyard. Olivia and I simply stood in the rain, enjoying the feel of the water washing over our clothes. Our son picked the muddiest spot in the yard and sat down in it, covering his clothes with wet muck. And the girl ran straight to the pond and jumped in, shoes and all. Olivia soon joined her as my son and I played on the muddy bank. Over the next couple of hours, we never stopped playing, only taking cover under the porch to eat. If any of us needed to pee (including the girl) we just peed our pants, knowing that the rain would wash us off. In the afternoon, the girl's mom came back from work. She was wearing a grey and white dress and black heels. When she saw us in the backyard, she took her shoes off and gingerly walked across the muddy ground. The rain soon drenched her hair and dress, but she didn't care. She lay her shoes down in the grass, not caring that they were getting soaked in the rain, and jumped into the pond. When she came out, she mentioned that she needed to pee. Olivia told her that we had been peeing ourselves. She seemed taken aback by that. But Olivia simply lifted her skirt, showing the tops of her stockings and her panties and peed, the urine spilling out of her panties, and running down her legs and into her shoes. So the woman followed suit. After more swimming and splashing, and mud-play, the woman and the girl went off to the other end of the yard with our son while Olivia and I had sex in our wet clothes. Then the woman and girl left and our family played more before going inside and washing off.