**Prologue: Arrival**
Our old Jeep Wrangler sputtered to a stop in front of the wooden gate. Charles sat silently for a moment as rain battered down on the old hardtop. I nervously fidgeted with my rings as we waited.
“Come on, isn’t someone supposed to be here to let us in?” he grumbled with obvious frustration. I started to speak, but he laid on the horn instead.
“Charlie, calm down. This is supposed to be a peaceful place. I don’t-“ he shot me a single, piercing look, one I had seen enough times to be quite familiar with, so I shut up.
“Look, Mary. I just want to get inside and get this fucking weekend over with. We can work out our problems on our own, we don’t need some hippie ass natural medicine therapy to-“ Charles’ voice cut off as the gates before us shuddered. “About time.” he huffed.
A petite figure in a heavy rain coat approached the driver’s side, hand up to block the headlights as the rain battered the hood. The figure reached Charles’ side and knocked on the window. He rolled it down, not too far but enough to converse.
“Good evening. Can I help you?” her voice was soft and flitted through the air. It danced with the raindrops as she lifted her head for us to see her face a bit clearer. Her face was round, cute. She couldn’t be older than me, probably in her mid 20’s at the oldest. Her body was obscured by the heavy raincoat, so laden with fabric that I could hardly see her shorts down below.
“We’re the McBride’s. Our therapist said we had a reservation here for the Weekend Wilderness Retreat. Can we come in?” Charles never had a soft tone. His request was harsh and forceful.
“Of course, Mr. McBride. Please pull off to the side. Our facility is a naturalist environment, so we don’t allow cars or modern technology inside. Let me go grab some rain coats for the two of you.” before Charles could argue or explain that we had umbrellas in the car, she turned and scurried back inside the gate. It shut behind her a moment later.
“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me. We’re going home,” Charles grabbed the gearshift and began to put the Jeep in reverse. His face was red as I grabbed his hand.
“Wait. We owe this to ourselves. I know you don’t believe in everything Dr. Mercado has been telling us, but we need to make the effort.” I looked up into his dark eyes. His face showed his anger as he looked at me. “Please,” my last word was a true plea, an ache to try and heal what had been so broken in the last few years.
He took longer than I expected, but let out a heavy sigh and put the car back into first gear. He turned the wheel and navigated us into a parking lot immediately adjacent to the road.
We waited for a few more moments and the jacketed girl reappeared. She held two large coats under her arms on approach. She knocked on Charles’ window once more and handed the coats inside.
“Please remove your clothes and put these on. Leave your luggage here,” her words were more of a command than a request. Charles looked at me confused.
“Wait, I’m Sorry. Did you say to remove our clothes?” I asked after a tense second. The rain had lightened up under the cover of the trees.
“Yes. We are a naturalist society. Besides these rain coats, which we use exclusively to welcome new guests, clothing is not permitted,” she spoke slowly as if we should have already known this. I felt a look for fear spread across my face. Nude? In the rain? In the middle of the woods with a bunch of strangers?
“Babe?” I looked to Charles, asking him what we do from here. He glanced at me and shrugged.
“You wanted to try, right? For us?” He rolled up his window and started taking off his shirt. His tone was more or less a contrary version of the phrase I’d heard so many times: I told you so.
I followed suit.
**Chapter 1: The Doctor**
I climbed out of the passenger seat. My feet hit the gravel parking area a bit roughly and I quickly stepped over to the nearby dirt for relief. The rain pounded my hood-clad head and filled the sounds around me.
I could hear a mumble from the other side of the Jeep, but nothing clear enough to know what was being said. I walked towards the back end to see Charles and the girl coming around the edge. She seemed to be explaining something to him.
“…keys, we will move the car to a secure location for the duration of your stay,” she put a hand out. “It’s one of our requirements, sir. I can assure you that nothing will happen to it in the meantime.”
I could tell he was putting up a debate moments earlier. “Charlie,” I said simply. His face turned my way before rolling his eyes.
“One scratch and I sue this whole place,” he grimaced and handed the keys off to her. Her hand disappeared into her pocket and returned empty. Charles took long steps past me towards the entrance to the facility, not looking back to see what the girl was doing. She plodded behind him, more or less dancing around the puddled rain that littered her path.
“Okay McBrides. Welcome to the Woodsmark Naturalist Retreat, my name is Kelly and I’ll be your orientation guide,” Kelly called out against the sound of rain hitting the wooden houses surrounding the complex. For the first time all night, her voice also rose above a conversational volume. “Follow me,” she commanded simply as she walked up the hill.
From what I could see in the dim and rainy conditions, the facility was simple. Wooden cabins stood around the perimeter nearest to the wooden fence, and a larger building stood central to the camp at the top of the hill. Kelly led us up a short range of stairs towards this building. No electricity illuminated the area, but soft fires glowed through the windows of some of the cabins.
Kelly took us under the porch awning and began to unzip her jacket. She caught the garment as it fell away from the back of her body and she tucked it under one arm. True to my initial estimate, she couldn’t be more than 25. Her blonde hair hanged down by her cheeks in a cute, modern bob. Her breasts were small but perky, and her pussy was shaved clean.
“Please remove your coats. We’ll have no need for them when we meet Dr. Mosley,” she shifted her weight from her front to her back foot and looked to us expectantly. Her blue eyes had a twinkle to them, even in the dim light. She was enjoying our lack of control.
I heard the zip on Charles’ jacket and the sudden sound of the cloth hitting the floor. Kelly’s eyes jumped to his nude body and gave him a quick scan. A soft smile spread across her cheeks. I wanted to be disgusted, but I couldn’t help feel turned on.
I carefully unzipped and then slid my arms out of the jacket. I held the piece in front of my body like a cover under Kelly’s attentive gaze.
“There’s no reason to cover yourself, Mrs. McBride. We’re all on a level playing field here,” she looked at us both and gave a single approving nod. “Without further ado, right this way.”
Kelly spun on the ball of her foot and led us inside. Warmth caught me in the face immediately and the dim light of a fire filled my eyesight. I stepped through the threshold before Charles.
“Jackets,” Kelly requested plainly. I handed mine over, still slightly hunching to try and make myself as small as possible. “Dr. Mosley’s Office is right this way,” she explained as we followed her inside. Charles shut the door behind us, breaking the stillness of the large room ahead of us.
Kelly led us to the far side of the room and through an open doorway. Her perky ass bounced with each step and I couldn’t help but watch it. I knew Charles would be doing the same and a fire of jealousy hit my stomach again.
She turned left and a metal door awaited with a simple nameplate on the center of a misted glass window. Her small hand knocked three times on the door and we all waited.
No more than 10 seconds passed and a shadow moved across the window. The shadow grew until it reached the door. The deadbolt unlocked and the door swung open. A tall black man with glasses stood smiling in the entryway.
“Good evening Kelly, new arrivals? You must be the McBrides,” he stepped forward and offered his hand to us. “Dr. Daniel Mosley. Welcome to Woodsmark.” He stepped aside and waved his arm to usher us in.
“I was actually just reviewing your file. Please, step inside and take a seat. Kelly, could you get us a kettle of tea started? Some chamomile would be perfect,” he shut the door and I heard the sounds of Kelly’s small feet padding away.
I sat in one of the overstuffed desk chairs across from Dr. Mosley’s files. They were spread across his desk in a chaotic array. I couldn’t read all of what it said, but I noticed both my name and Charles’ more than a few times.
“So,” Dr. Mosley walked back into my view and took a seat. Try as I might, I couldn’t help but notice his cock hanging and swinging as he walked. It had to be nearly 6 inches soft, if not larger, and as thick around as a banana.
“Dr. Mercado’s notes state that there are some issues with your marriage. Could each of you detail what that means to you?” His voice was a deep baritone, cutting through the silence of the office like a sledgehammer. I felt my nipples harden just being in his presence. I looked to Charles and saw his obvious disinterest in speaking.
“I’ll talk,” I sat up in my seat and cleared my throat. I heard the door open behind me as Kelly reappeared with a tray carrying a teapot, a sugar bowl, and three glasses.
“Oh, so sorry Mary. Kelly, just set that over here and go back to work. Thanks so much,” he flashed a bright smile and turned his attention back to me. “So sorry for that interruption. Please, continue.” I cleared my throat and took a deep breath once more.
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