0 comments/ 42794 views/ 2 favorites Life with Torrie Ch. 01 By: Theeeeee1 For Torrie and I, 1970 started out with a ‘bang’ in more ways than one. Although I don’t remember anything specific about the early evening, I know we drove into town for the New Years Eve Celebration. There were drunks or at least people who had been drinking, fireworks, sparklers and lots of firecrackers at the crowded celebration. It was difficult to find a place to park the car. Then it was a challenge to find a place along the sidewalk to stand because of all the people. There in the rain, I stood close behind Torrie with my arms around her holding her close. Since the sidewalk was so crowded, I could kiss the back of her neck and touch her breasts through her clothes without anyone noticing. As we stood there waiting for midnight, I know she could feel my erection press against her because she would press back and wiggle her ass against it from time to time. As soon as the New Year was rang in by the big clock in the center of town, Torrie and I made our way through the crowd back to my car. We were both happy to leave the crowd behind. We didn’t have much time before I had to take Torrie home so we quickly drove toward her neighborhood. As we always did, we stopped and parked for a time. The night was cold and wet beyond belief as I parked my car in the high grass behind a deserted house not far from where she lived. It didn’t take long before we were celebrating in our own way. We didn’t even bother to take our clothes off as we moved into the backseat. The hour was so late that all we had time for was a ‘quickie’ before I had to be home. So with Torrie’ skirt up and her panties off, I quickly moved between her long legs. After pushing my pants and briefs down below my knees, we ushered in another year with me ‘banging’ her willing pussy. Like horny teenagers, we fucked until I deposited a load of hot cum deep in her body. After rearranging our clothes, I reluctantly took Torrie home thinking about the time when we would be able to go home together as man and wife. I always heard that whatever you do on New Years Day, you would do repeatedly throughout the year. I hoped that was true and did everything I could to make it true in our situation. I figured since we had fucked right after mid-night, we might as well do it every time we were together and we almost always did. My parents finally sold the ‘tank’ (my dead Grandfather’ big car) with the huge front seat we liked to ‘mess around’ in, so we were forced to date in my car most of the time. It was a little more crowded but we managed to get by. Everything was fine until the last week in February when I traded my car for a Volkswagen bug so we would have money to get married with. That’s when our fucking got crowded but we managed to get by for that last week. We learned how and where to sit so we were able to fuck in the back seat of our ‘red bug.’ Even though we had agreed when we got engaged at Christmas to wait for at least a year before we got married, Torrie and I changed our minds and decided we were not going to wait. We were married just 2 months after New Years on the last day of February. In the mean time, our relationship continued to deepen both in our loving commitment and our sexual experiences. We continued kissing, holding, touching, sucking and fucking almost every time we dated. About the only thing that stopped any of our intimacy was when Torrie was on her period and the only thing her period prevented was our fucking. Even during those brief times, we still did all the other intimate things that brought us pleasure. After our private New Years Eve celebration, ‘Life with Torrie’ continued as usual until an unusually warm mid-February afternoon. I don’t remember what we were going to do but I picked Torrie up in the early afternoon instead of waiting for the evening. It must not have been very important because we ended up driving straight to ‘our favorite parking place’ instead of ‘whatever it was’ we were going to do. Since it was daylight and we didn’t want to be disturbed we drove deeper into the woods than usual. Finding a nicely wooded area where we hoped we would be alone, we parked. It was such a beautiful, sunny day, Torrie commented on what a shame to have to sit in the car. Her statement prompted my memory and I remembered a blanket in the trunk of my car. I suggested we use it to lie outside on the thick pine straw. I didn’t have to make the suggestion twice. Soon we were lying side-by-side on the blanket in the warm sun. I always found it sexually stimulating (I still do!) to be close to Torrie physically and that afternoon was no exception. I rolled on my side facing her and began following the lines of her body with my finger. I traced every part of her body although I admit I concentrated on her breasts and pubic mound more than the rest. It wasn’t long before we were in each other’s arms kissing passionately. The longer we kissed the more excited I became. My hands were all over Torrie. She didn’t seem to mind as I slipped my hand down front of her slacks toward her pussy. About the time my fingers touched her curly blond pubic hair she pushed my hand away. “You can’t do that because someone might come up.” she said. “Who do you think is going to come up way out here?” I asked. “I don’t know but someone might. Now stop! You’re not going to take my clothes off.” Torrie replied as I fumbled with a button on her blouse. “Don’t worry. No one will come up. We’ve never seen anyone out here except the night of the fire. You don’t see a fire today, do you?” I reasoned with her. Torrie looked irritated as she quit discussing the matter. Reluctantly, I rolled onto my back and lay beside her. After a few minutes, she moved closer to me and reached for my hand. Pulling gently, she encouraged me to roll back onto my side and put my arm around her. I knew this was an invitation to resume our (I guess I should say my touching) touching. This time she didn’t object when I began unbuttoning her blouse. “The sun really feels good on my skin.” Torrie said as I finished unbuttoning her blouse exposing her chest and stomach. “It does feel wonderful, doesn’t it?” I commented as I reached under her back and found the hooks on her bra. Without saying a word she arched her back so I could get the hooks unfastened. Releasing her bra, I immediately pushed it up exposing her breasts to my eyes and mouth, as well as, the warm sun. “How does that feel?” I asked as I sucked one nipple into my mouth. “Which one? Your mouth or the sun?” she asked with a smile. “The sun!” I replied as I moved until I was kneeling beside of her. “Now raise up and I’ll show you what will really feel good.” I instructed as I began to pull her stretch slacks and panties down. “You shouldn’t do that.” Torrie teasingly protested as she raised up, allowing the slacks and panties to easily move down below her knees. “This really does feel good. Why don’t you take your pants off, so you can feel the warmth of the sun?” she asked as she rubbed her hands up and down her legs. Before I had a chance to respond, Torrie quit rubbing her legs and reached for the zipper of my pants. While she unzipped and unfastened the waist of my pants, I pushed her clothes the rest of the way down her legs and took them off of one foot. I didn’t notice when Torrie moved her feet apart and spread her legs, I was too interested in helping her get my pants down to my knees. Without saying a word I moved between her legs and began to eat her pussy. I could feel the warm sun on my ass as I knelt between her legs with my naked ass sticking up. It wasn’t too long before Torrie pushed my mouth away. When I started to protest, she stopped me without saying a word. She simply gave me an inviting look that said, ‘You need to fuck me now!’ That invitation was worth more than a thousand words because I immediately moved close between her legs. Torrie reached between us, took my dick in her hand and guided it directly to her waiting opening. With one gentle push, my dick was completely engulfed by her body. There were no words spoken as Torrie held me with her legs and we fucked each other. Finally, I couldn’t hold back any longer. With one final thrust, I emptied my balls deep in her wetness. Exhausted, I moved from between her legs and lay down on the blanket beside her. We both must have dozed off to sleep because Torrie soon woke me up saying, “I’m getting cold. We had better get dressed and go before it gets completely dark. Anyway, I want to go get something to eat. Are you hungry?” “You can eat me!” I responded with a sleepy grin. “I want some real food!” she replied with a broad smile. Leaning over she gave my dick a quick lick before saying, “Now let’s go!” Without saying anything else, we dressed and drove to our favorite drive-in restaurant where we shared a pepperoni pizza and 2 cherry-ups. Less than a week later, we were married. We thought we knew what we were doing when we got married but in reality we had no clue. We have traveled a long road together and learned a great deal about life from each other and other people over the years. It has definitely been quite an experience. Part 2 of ‘Life with Torrie’ will tell you about other experiences we shared together or maybe with someone else. You can find it right here in the ‘Loving Wives’ stories. If you enjoy reading about Torrie, let me know because I always enjoy remembering and writing about her and our life together. Life with Torrie Ch. 02 Married ‘Life with Torrie’ didn’t start off exactly as I had envisioned. Since we had decided only a week before to go ahead and get married, we didn’t have the money to go on a honeymoon. Instead, after the ceremony and a great steak dinner, we went to ‘our new home.’ Actually, it was a small mobile home we had just purchased the morning of the wedding. Not only did we purchase it that morning; we had to spend the rest of the day cleaning it so we could stay there that evening. By the time we got ‘home’ about 10 PM, we were exhausted. After putting sheets our ‘wedding bed,’ we got in a real bed together for the very first time. It was so natural to lay there holding my new bride. Soon we found ourselves not fucking in a car but gently making love (I won’t bore you with the details of a simple missionary position fuck.) in bed. We quickly fell asleep and slept soundly in each other’s arms until morning. Over the next few weeks we were inseparable. Since we had gotten married so quickly and neither of us had a job, we did everything together. We shopped together. We cleaned together. We cooked together. We bathed together. And of course, we made love or sucked, touched and fucked together every time we had the chance. Torrie actually sucked my dick so much it became almost too sore to fuck with and I ate her pussy so often her pubic hair rubbed my chin raw. But we enjoyed ourselves. What’s that old saying about ‘no pain, no gain?’ It must be true. A couple of weeks after we were married, we began to make plans for our delayed honeymoon. We still didn’t have jobs or much money so we decided to go camping at the beach. Since I already had all the camping equipment we needed, we just had to buy gas for the car, take some groceries and pay for a camping site. When we arrived at the beach, the weather was cool and it was misting rain but it didn’t stay that way long. It turned cold and started raining hard about the time we got our tent set up. The next few days were miserable. It was too rainy to cook or be outside for anything. We either stayed in the tent or spent our time at the pavilion walking through the tourist shops. The walking around we fun but the time in the tent was better. Since we only had one cot, we were very close as we touched, sucked and fucked. Torrie and I even began to experiment with some anal stimulation that week. Although she wouldn’t let me fuck her ass and she didn’t really like my finger in it, she immediately enjoyed it when I reamed her asshole with my tongue. She would stick her ass in the air and tell me: “Lick my asshole!” or “Fuck me with your tongue!” I was more than happy to oblige. Over the years, I never fucked her ass but a couple of times and she quit letting me lick her asshole but she learned to like being finger fucked in the ass. She even learned to like being ass-fucked with a vibrator. She always said she wasn’t willing to suffer the ‘pain for the gain.’ But that’s ok! In the months to come, there wasn’t a lot of change in our lives. We moved a couple of times and each time was an improvement in our standard of living. We got a dog. We got a newer car after our Volkswagen caught on fire and burned one Friday afternoon. I started back to college. We simply had a good life together because we didn’t have a care in the world most of the time. We did get caught in an embarrassing situation one afternoon. We had moved into a house that was close to my parents. (Right next door!) It was a warm spring afternoon. Torrie and I were in bed fucking. Neither of us had thought to lock the front door. Without knocking, my father walked in the door and across the living room. Suddenly, he was standing in front of our open bedroom door. There we were naked as the day we were born. We didn’t have any covers and I was pumping my dick into Torrie’ pussy. After getting what I’m sure was a good look at Torrie’ pussy with my dick in it, my father made a hasty exit. We never had that problem again because we learned to lock the doors and even close our bedroom door. We continued camping. Each time we went, we seemed to take at least one of Torrie’ sisters with us. It was almost like having children of our own. We ended up taking them just about everywhere we went, although there was one place I hated taking them. At least there was one place I hated taking Jean. Jean was Torrie’ oldest little sister. She was 14 by this time. All kinds of trouble seemed to come into her life and it seemed she caused most of it herself. Just like the time she went on a walk-a-thon to raise money for some charity. She met 5 guys and decided instead of walking, she would go riding around with them. They took her for a ride all right. They took her straight to the woods and either forced her or talked her into giving all of them a blowjob. She claimed it was force but I don’t believe her because her future actions showed just how much she enjoyed sucking dicks. What happened to BJ (BJ was her initials and her nickname even before her ‘rape.’) isn’t why I hated taking her places. I really didn’t mind taking her every other place we went. I just hated taking her swimming at a nearby lake. It seemed like every time we went swimming, Torrie wanted to lie in the sun while I got in the water with the girls. The younger sister (PJ) wasn’t a problem because she wanted to stay in the shallow water but BJ always wanted to go in the deep water with me. At first I felt guilty about what would happen because I would always get an erection I couldn’t hide from BJ. Then I began to realize what was happening. BJ was teasing me! She would wrap her legs around my waist and hold on tight in deep water. While she held on she would float back in the water with her eyes closed and her arms spread to the side. It was impossible not to notice two things that always happened. First, her nipples would get hard and her ample breasts would float freely under her loose bikini top. Second, her crotch would rub against my groin area. These two things would always stimulate the erection I mentioned. As soon as BJ could feel my dick pressing against her pussy, she seemed to deliberately press against it. With her holding on tightly, the movement of the water caused a sensation that was almost like ‘dry fucking.’ She would never open her eyes. She never said anything about what would happen although I decided she knew what she was doing and enjoyed it. It was difficult to resist the temptation to go further with BJ and I never did until one night the following winter. Torrie was sick and had promised that she would help BJ with a school history project. Not wanting to let her little sister down, she asked if I would go pick BJ up, bring her to our house and help her with the project. I agreed and after supper went to pick her up. She was very quite as we rode along. In fact she was so quite, I was worried about her. “What’s wrong, BJ?” I asked. “Nothing. Nothing you would be interested in.” she replied with a teary sounding voice. “Try me. Tell me what’s wrong.” I tried to say in a reassuring manner. “No. You’ll only laugh.” she mumbled. “Ok. But if you change your mind, I’ll be glad to listen.” I told her. “I’ll tell you if you’ll stop the car before we get to your house. I can’t take a chance on Torrie hearing me talk about it. Can we stop for a few minutes?” she asked. “Ok. We’ll stop but just for a few minutes. You…No, we have a history project to do.” I replied as I approached the road Torrie and I lived on. Just before we got to where I needed to turn, there was a vacant lot where a house had burned years before. Quickly, I pulled into the yard, left the car running and turned off the headlights so no one would think something might be wrong. Again, I asked her what was wrong. She didn’t say anything at first, then it seemed she started crying harder. Trying to comfort her, I put my arm around her shoulders and gave her a ‘brother type hug.’ BJ’s only response was to lean close to me and put her arms around my neck. As she held on tightly to my neck, I reached to put my other arm around her in a comforting manner. Now it seems that was a mistake because my hand accidentally brushed across her breast. Before I realized what was happening, she pulled my face to hers and pressed her lips to mine. I tried to pull away but she held on tight and plunged her tongue deep into my mouth. I knew I shouldn’t give in but I kissed her back. For a 14 year-old girl, she seemed to be a very experienced kisser. We continued kissing for a few moments and I began to get aroused. My hand soon moved from her side back to the breast I had accidentally touched earlier. The touch of her softness was exciting but it also startled me back to the reality I was kissing my sister. Abruptly, I pushed BJ away. Before I thought about what I was saying, I called her a ‘little prick tease.’ She actually had the nerve to look me in the eye, smile and say, ‘So what. You like it, don’t you? You know you always get hard!’ I lied to her when I said I didn’t like it because I really did. I just didn’t want to get caught by Torrie with a hard dick in her little sister. Immediately, we drove straight to the house. Torrie was in bed asleep, so we got busy working on the project. Several times during the evening, BJ looked at me and licked her lips seductively. It was very distracting but I ignored her. By the time we finished the project, it was too late to take her home. She called her Mother to ask if it would be ok for her to spend the night. Of course, my mother said it would be fine. While I went to check on Torrie, BJ gathered her school stuff together so she could watch television for a while. By the time I got back in the living room, she had already settled down on the couch. At first I didn’t notice what else she had done. Then I realized she had changed into a nightgown. It wasn’t just any nightgown. It was one that belonged to her little sister. PJ was 6 years younger than BJ and considerably smaller in size. So her nightgown was way too small for BJ. Sitting down on the couch, I tried not to stare at the obvious as I covered my legs with a blanket. Before I got comfortable, BJ had moved closer and put her legs under the blanket. At least I wouldn’t be tempted to look at them even though all the rest of her feminine charms were right there in my face. The thin blue gown was stretched tightly across her breasts. It was so tight across her hard nipples that every detail was obvious. The gown clung to her belly and showed the impression of her sparse pubic hair. It was clear she had taken her panties off and was sitting there in just the gown. Nothing inappropriate was said or done as we watched television. When the news came on, BJ announce she was going to bed. She quickly leaned over, kissed me lightly on the lips and said, ‘Sweet dreams.’ before getting out from under the blanket. As she stood up, I got a good look at her bare ass. Nothing was said when she walked in front of me going to the bathroom. She looked as me with a knowing smile as she walked back by on her way to the front bedroom. As the 11 PM news was going off and I was getting ready to watch ‘The Late Show,’ I decided to check on Torrie. She was fast asleep so I decided not to wake her. Just about the time I sat back down, I heard BJ call me. I couldn’t tell what she was saying and I didn’t want to wake Torrie up so I stepped to the bedroom door to see what she wanted. I tried to ignore the fact that she was lying there without any covers and that the gown seemed even tighter that before. When I asked what she wanted, she asked if Torrie was asleep and would I talk to her about what happened in the car. Hoping she had realized it was wrong, I thought we had better talk. Stepping close to the bed, I asked what she wanted to talk about. She informed me she wanted to talk about our kissing. When I started to tell her it was a mistake on both our parts, she stopped me. She informed me she liked it and she wanted me to kiss her again. Standing straight up I told her: ‘No! We can’t do that.’ That was when she shocked my again by smiling, looking at my zipper and saying, ‘Take it out.’ ‘Take what out?’ I asked with a puzzled voice. ‘Take it out so I can suck it.’ she replied as she reached for my zipper. ‘No! You can’t do that!’ I said as I pushed her hand away and turned to walk out of the room. I was glad my back was to her so she couldn’t see my erection. I was so confused and had such a hard dick, I didn’t even stop in the living room. I walked directly to the bathroom and took a shower. I might add that I took a long shower and jerked-off thinking about my slut sister. Even though I had just jerked-off in the shower, when I got in bed next to Torrie I immediately developed an erection. I moved close to her and slipped my dick between her ass cheeks. I was pleasantly surprised by her reaction because she wiggled her ass against me. Without a word she spread her legs enough I could slip my dick into her pussy. Then without Torrie knowing, I ‘fucked BJ’ for a long time before depositing cum deep in her pussy. When my dick softened and slipped out of ‘BJ’s pussy,’ I fell asleep beside Torrie. The next morning Torrie was still sick and I had to drive BJ home. Along the way she made several comments about us ‘doing it’ and her telling people about what happened the night before, if I didn’t ‘do it with her.’ Her threats worried me but I simply told her that if she told anyone, I would call her a liar. We never had any more physical contact. The times when mentioned that night to Torrie and other people, I’m thankful no one believed her. ‘Part 3’ of ‘Life with Torrie’ will tell you about a couple of sexual experiences I had with other people early in our marriage. ‘Parts 4, 5 & 6’ will be back to sexual adventures between Torrie and I, plus a few other people may be in the stories. You can find ‘Part 3’it right here in the ‘Loving Wives’ stories. Don’t forget to let me know if you enjoy reading about ‘Life with Torrie.’ Life with Torrie Ch. 03 At the close of ‘Part 2’ of ‘Life with Torrie’ I wrote that ‘Part 3’ would be about sexual experiences I had with other people early in our married life. Well I changed my mind since these experiences did not include Torrie. So here is the next installment in ‘Life with Torrie.’ If you want to read about my experiences with Roxie, Karen and Sherry, you’ll be about to find them in ‘Erotic Couplings’ at a later time. I hope you enjoy ‘Part 3.’ If you enjoy it, let me know. The early years of our marriage were fairly tame in regards to sexual adventures outside of the ‘marriage bed.’ After we were able to stop fucking in a car, most of the time sex was confined to our bedroom or at least inside our house. Finally though after quite a while, ‘Life with Torrie’ began becoming a little more varied sexually. Looking back now I wonder just how varied it was for her and I didn’t know about it. I did over heard her tell Tim, a friend of mine, that he was the kind of man if she were going to have an affair she would choose. A couple of times she expressed regret to me that we had married so young and neither of us had sexual experiences with other people. She confessed wondering about what she had missed, if anything. I’m not sure if she tried to find out early on but it seemed all of our friends were men. It was not unusual for me to arrive home and find Torrie entertaining one or more of our male friends. Nothing ever appeared out of the ordinary but I wonder if she played the cheating game with any of them. Some things did change gradually. I’m not sure what brought on the changes but we started having sex outside of the house and bedroom. It became more like before we got married, which was exciting for me. The first time I remember Torrie letting me fuck her away from home was at a local lake. It was a hot beautiful day and the clear lake was crowded with others seeking relief from the heat. We were about chest deep in the water. Although there were adults close-by, all of the children were near the shore in shallow water. As Torrie stood facing me, I lifted her legs and placed them around my waist. Telling her to hold on, I began slowly moving in a circle, causing her to lay back and stretch her arms out. I probably shouldn’t have thought of it but I remembered how her sister, BJ, had teased me in the past. Torrie was wearing a red, white and blue crocheted string bikini that afternoon. As we turned, I gently pulled the strings uniting her top. This allowed her breasts to float free in the swirling water. For some reason, her nipples began to harden. “You can’t do that. Someone might see!” she whispered without making any effort to cover her breasts. “Nobody is paying any attention. Just relax and enjoy the water.” I encouraged her. Torrie still didn’t try to cover herself even though there were people no more than 6 or 8 feet away. By this time we had discovered I didn’t have to hold her since she was holding herself close to me with her legs. Continuing to slowly turn, I reached down and released my quickly rising dick from my swimsuit. The moment Torrie felt the tip touch her inner thigh, she closed her eyes and smiled. Reaching up, I touched her nipples. “Stop.” She said but she made no effort to stop me. Taking her lack of action as a bit of encouragement, I began rolling her nipples between my thumb and finger. Almost instantly I could feel her press her pussy tight against me. A few moments of my stimulating her exposed nipples caused Torrie’ hand to find it’s way between us. At that moment, I thought she might be reaching down to rub her clit. But I was wrong. With a lusty expression, she pulled the crotch of her bikini bottom to the side and guided my dick to the opening of her pussy. As she slowly licked her lips, Torrie lowered herself onto my dick until I could feel the material of her bikini against my balls. With slow deliberate moves she fucked me until I could not hold back any longer. With a grunt that probably alerted those around us, I filled her pussy with cum. When my dick shrank enough to slip out of her, Torrie adjusted her bottoms and started to float away. She was surprised to bump into a couple who had been standing close by watching us. Startled she covered her bare breasts with her hands, said ‘Excuse me.’ and quickly moved away from them. ‘It’s no problem. You’re fine!’ the man replied before they turned away. “Why didn’t you tell me they were there?” Torrie asked in a whisper. “Because you’re beautiful and I didn’t mind them watching. Did you really mind?” I asked. She didn’t answer at first. Then I asked again, “Did you really mind?” With a sly smile, her only reply was a simple, “No!” Torrie then playfully swam away. That was the first of many times we fucked in that lake but I’m sure it was the one and only time when we had an audience standing that near to us. Sometime later we were invited to an overnight picnic at the beach with several couple from out neighborhood. We all went down on Saturday morning and stayed over until Sunday afternoon. Torrie and I took our tent not expecting to share it with another couple. They came unprepared. Since there wasn’t a motel nearby, we invited them to share our tent with us. We even shared our double sleeping bag since they didn’t even have a blanket. Nothing out of the way happened that weekend except possibly in our minds. At least I know it happened in my mind. Torrie and Bonnie slept in the middle of the sleeping bag. Willie and I slept on the side next to our spouses. As I lay there in the dark with my arm around my sleeping wife, I had to fight the urge to reach over to touch Bonnie. It was hard (Just like my dick!) but I managed to resist. Before I managed to go to sleep, I couldn’t resist rubbing my dick until I shot-off in my shorts. On Sunday afternoon, we weren’t 3 miles down the road when I started to daydream about what could have happen the night before. It was only a matter of minutes before I had a painfully obvious erection. With some encouragement, and maybe just a little insistence, Torrie released my dick from my pants. She didn’t resist giving me a handjob but when I suggested a blowjob, she said it wasn’t safe while I was driving. I guess I was so persistent, she finally agreed to suck my dick if I would promise to keep my eyes open and on the road. With the promise made, she started sucking like a possessed woman. The only time I took my eyes off the road was when I noticed Torrie put her hand between her legs and begin rubbing her clit through the bathing suit she was wearing. Within a few minutes she had brought herself to a climax and mine was rapidly building. Finally, I couldn’t hold back any longer and I began to cum. Torrie continued sucking as I shot streams of cum down her throat. When she moved away there was a thin string of cum on her lips and chin. She smiled as she wiped it away and returned to rubbing her clit. Soon, she was able to bring herself to another orgasm. I didn’t expect the oral sex that afternoon in the car to be a preview of things to come. But months later, I discovered I was wrong. On the way home from my mother’s house one Sunday afternoon, we started teasing each other sexually. This was only the second time Torrie had seemed willing to get involved in the car. It really surprised me that afternoon because we were traveling down Interstate 40 at 65 mph. As our teasing intensified, Torrie ended up lying across the front seat with her head in my lap. When I reached to rub her pussy through her shorts, she stopped me by saying, “Let me get these out of the way.” Then she proceeded to take her shorts off. Suddenly she was lying there in a halter-top that tied under her breasts and her bikini panties. “Why don’t you take your panties off too?” I teasingly asked. “Ok. I didn’t know if you would suggest that because of the big trucks going by. You know some trucker might ‘accidentally’ see my pussy if I take my panties off.” Torrie said in a teasing way. “Just take them off!” I firmly said. That ended our discussion. The panties came off and went into the back seat, leaving her pussy totally exposed to everything and anybody that might happen by. Instead of reaching for her pussy, I worked my hand into her halter and alternated rolling her nipples between my thumb and finger. Given the fact that her nipples are extremely sensitive to pressure, it didn’t take long for her excitement to build. “Let me make it easier for you.” Torrie said as she untied the knot holding the halter together and opened the front exposing her breasts and nipples to my touch. With that, she propped one foot on the dash and the other on the back of the front seat, spreading her legs wide. I continued teasing her nipples as she found her erect clit and began to rub it. I couldn’t believe what was happening. Here was my fairly conservative wife, lying across the seat almost naked as we drove down a busy interstate highway. Not only was she nearly naked but she was finger fucking her pussy. Just about that time we started to approach a transfer truck traveling in our direction. I looked down just long enough to see that her eyes were closed as she pleasured herself. Gently I changed lanes as we gained on the truck. Without saying anything to Torrie, we continued to gain until we drove past the cab. Considering the look on the drivers face, there was no doubt he got a great look at Torrie’ pussy just as she had an orgasm. Hearing the noise from the truck, she opened her eyes just as we pulled completely past the truck. “Did that trucker see me?” she asked. “I can’t swear to it but I think so!” I responded with a smile. “Why didn’t you warm me?” she said. “I didn’t want you to stop.” I replied. “Then why didn’t you slow down and I would have tried to give him a better show. He might have liked a better look.” she teased me by saying. “Well, lay back down. Here comes another truck. You can give this driver any kind of show you want. I’ll even slow down and ride beside the truck as long as you want me to. Ok?” I asked. “Ok!” she said as she returned to rubbing her clit. I guess we must have ridden beside that truck for 3 or 4 miles before Torrie decided she had showed enough of herself to the driver. After she had me pull ahead, she rolled onto her side and released my throbbing dick. Within a few moments, I emptied my balls into her waiting mouth. When my dick started to shrink, she lay back on her back and returned to finger fucking her pussy. She brought herself to one orgasm after another, much to the delight of several truckers, for at least 20 miles. It was a trip to remember. Since then we’ve fucked and sucked many different places. Places like: on the beach, on an elevator, in an airplane (Thanks to Hazel who you’ll read about later.), on top of a multi story parking deck and on a Trailways bus. We even pleasured each other orally when we went to an XXX-Rated movie with some friends on night. We were riding in the backseat. When the action on the screen got very erotic, Torrie freed my dick and gave me a fantastic blowjob. In return, I pulled her dress up and pulled her panties off before burying my face in her lap. From that position, even though it was almost impossible to breathe, I was able to lick her clit until she had an orgasm. I hope you enjoyed reading about how Torrie and I always enjoy ‘messing around’ in different places. Maybe it will give you some ideas to try. Be careful riding down the highway so you don’t run into anybody (especially a policeman) or anything. For a preview of Part 4 of ‘Life with Torrie’ I’ll tell you there are two cars and a truck in the story. But you’ll be surprised what the truck is used for. That’s all I’m going to say for now. You’ll just have to read it for yourself. Remember you’ll find ‘Life with Torrie’ in the ‘Loving Wives’ stories. Life with Torrie Ch. 04 Chapter 4: Riding Around With Torrie, Donna and Rudy It was already dark when we arrived at Donna and Rudy' house on Friday evening. Of course that wasn't surprising since it was almost 8 o'clock in late January. It was also very cold. As a matter of fact, it was as cold as December 5, 1969. That was the night I fucked Torrie for the first time. As we settled in at Donna and Rudy' for an evening of conversation, food, beer and wine, the house seemed a little empty since we had left our children with a baby sitter and their children were visiting his parents for the night. The conversation and beverages flowed freely as we ate oysters roasted in the oven. The heat from the oven soon heated the kitchen and family room up until it became uncomfortable. "Come with me. It's too hot in here!" Donna said to Torrie. Immediately, Torrie got up and followed Donna down the hall to the back of the house. Rudy and I knew better than to question where they were going. We just knew they would be back when they got good and ready so we settled down in front of the television to wait. We didn't have to wait long for them to come back to the family room. When they walked in Rudy and I exchanged surprised looks because they had changed out of their jeans and sweaters and put on loose fitting caftans. "We decided to change into something more comfortable. These will be much cooler than jeans and sweaters." Torrie announced as she walked across the room and sat down on the floor in front of my chair. I could only imagine what Rudy was thinking when Torrie walked in front of him. The caftan was thin and silky. Although you couldn't see through the material, it was obviously the only thing she had on. Much to Rudy' and my delight the loose caftan clung to every curve of Torrie' beautiful body. Her nipples were hard and looked as if they would explode through the material. The outline of her neatly trimmed pubic hair was evident as she walked. There was a small indention in the material indicating the location of her bellybutton. When she turned to sit down, the material clung to her ass leaving no doubt as to how firm it was. She looked absolutely stunning. Rudy and I both looked at Donna at the same time in order to see if her feminine charms were displayed as beautifully as Torrie'. As she stood across the room, the light from the hallway silhouetted her body through her equally thin caftan. Sure enough she was naked under her caftan as well. Although she was a little bit heavier than my wife was, she looked very good. As if knowing we would definitely be looking closely at her, she seemed to wait for Torrie to sit down and get comfortable before she completely entered the room. Her breasts jiggled slightly and her nipples hardened as she walked across the room and sat down not far from Torrie. I was a little bit disappointed, and maybe even a little jealous, because her caftan didn't show off her body the way Torrie' did. It was obvious she was naked and that her nipples had gotten hard but I really couldn't make out anything about her ass or pussy. Sitting there on the floor cross-legged, Donna pulled her caftan up to mid-thigh as she reached for her cup of wine. Taking a big drink, she quickly emptied the cup. Turning to Rudy she asked him to refill her cup which he gladly agreed to do. I sat there waiting and hoping she would move in such a way as to give me a look at her pussy but she was careful and I continued to be a little disappointed. When Rudy returned with her refill, Donna emptied her cup again and asked if anyone wanted to go for a ride. Sitting back down, Rudy reminded her that there were two MG's and a small pickup truck in the driveway and neither of them had enough room for four people to ride in. "That's ok. Torrie and I will take a couple of blankets and ride in the back of the truck." Donna stated matter-of-factly to Rudy. He tried to reason with her but she got up, took Torrie' hand and said, "Come on. Let's get the blankets and meet them at the truck." Just as quickly as they disappeared before, they were gone again. It wasn't but a couple of minutes before Rudy and I heard the front door open. Torrie called out to us to "Hurry up." Then the door closed and there was silence. Bewildered we looked at each other and agreed we might as well get up and go for a ride. I put on my warm-up suit jacket and went outside while Rudy went to the bathroom. As soon as I stepped out the door, I could see Torrie and Donna climb over the truck tailgate and get into the back. By the time I could walk from the house to the truck, they had already settled down under the blankets. When I walked over and looked in the back, I could tell they were already cold but they wouldn't admit to it when I asked. Reaching over the tailgate, I reached under their blankets and caftans where I began to gently rub their legs. I know Torrie knew I was rubbing her leg but I don't know if she realized I was rubbing her friend's leg also. Ever so slowly I rubbed higher and higher until the fingers on my left hand brushed Torrie' pubic hair and my right hand reached Donna's upper thigh. I met no resistance from Torrie as I slipped one finger between her already wet pussy lips but I could feel Donna tense, then immediately relax, as I rested my hand on the inside of her warm thigh. Much to my disappointment just as I was about to move my hand higher up her thigh, Rudy walked out the front door and said, "It's time to ride." Not knowing how he would react to my hand on his wife's thigh, I discreetly moved my hands as he approached the truck. "Let's go." Rudy said as he and I got in the front of the truck. As soon as the engine started and the heater was turned on, we began riding around the neighborhood they lived in. After a time we ended up where the main road dead-ended near a large lake. Just as soon as the truck was almost stopped so we could turn around and continue our ride, we hear 'it.' "Stop!" Immediately, Rudy stopped the truck. We turned around to see what was wrong. We quickly discovered nothing was wrong. Since it was a clear night with a full moon, our wives had wanted us to get a good look at the moon or more correctly the 'moons' over the lake. Not two feet from the back window of the truck were two beautiful asses. Our wives were 'mooning' us. They were standing there with their feet apart, bent over at the waist with the caftans up over their asses. Rudy and I were both shocked as we sat there staring at four great looking legs, two gorgeous asses and two extremely tempting pussies that were visible in the bright moon light. Then just as quickly as they yelled "Stop!" they pulled their caftans down to cover their asses. Then as they got back under the blankets, one of them shouted, "Let's ride some more!" With that command, Rudy finished turning the truck around and we were off again. Soon, Rudy turned off the main road. "Let's give them a real ride." he said as he started down a dirt path that paralleled a farmer's field. Without notice he turned the truck out into the field and told me to "Hold on." After going only a few hundred feet we heard someone again yell, "Stop!" Obediently, he stopped the truck. Again we turned around hoping to be 'mooned' but we were disappointed. "We've got to pee! Come help us out of the truck so all this bouncing doesn't make us pee on ourselves and the blankets." Someone shouted. "I'm not getting out. It's too cold for me!" Rudy said. Since I knew what would happen if we didn't help them, I got out, walked to the rear of the truck and lowered the tailgate. I was glad I was the one standing there because their caftans slipped way up exposing their legs. I was instructed not to watch as they both lifted their caftans and squatted to pee. Although I was not supposed to watch, I did anyway. As they squatted by the truck, I stepped up to the driver's window and told Rudy he needed to get out and see what was happening. Reluctantly, he got out just as they finished peeing and dropped their caftans. "You missed a sight almost as good as the two moons over the lake." I assured Rudy. About that time Donna whispered something to Torrie, who smiled and said, "Ok!" Then Donna whispered something in Rudy' ear. He began to grin. Before I knew what was going on, Rudy had stripped off all of his clothes except his jockey shorts and Torrie had sat down on the tailgate. I was the only one 'in the dark' about what was going on. But I got the idea very quickly when Donna took Rudy' hand and started leading him past the tailgate where Torrie was sitting. I probably shouldn't have been surprised but I have to admit that what Torrie did next really surprised me. As Donna and Rudy started walking out into the field, Torrie grabbed the elastic waist of Rudy' briefs and tried to pull them down. She looked a little sad and very disappointed when Donna pulled Rudy out of her reach before Torrie was able to expose his obvious hard-on. I've always wondered what would have happened if Torrie had been successful in exposing Rudy' dick. Would Donna have gotten mad or would she have just continued leading him away from the truck? Maybe she would have stopped and fucked him right there where Torrie and I could watch. Who knows what Donna would have done and who knows what Torrie would have done! Would she have liked getting her hands on his dick? Would she have been willing and ready to touch, suck or even fuck him? Who knows? Of course, I did find out some time later that at another time when I wasn't around, Rudy tried to get Torrie to let him fuck her. She told me she didn't let him but you never know, do you? All that is just speculation though. Torrie then lay back in the truck bed and propped her feet up on the tailgate. As she pulled her caftan up and exposed her pussy, she looked at me and demanded, "Fuck me!" Seeing those four long legs as the ladies climbed out of the truck, watching the erotic show as they peed and then seeing my wife reach for another man had given me a ready erection. Pushing my sweat pants down to my ankles, I quickly stepped between Torrie' legs. That was all I had to do because Torrie reached down and guided my dick straight to her waiting pussy. With one swift push we were joined together. I began fucking her with long slow strokes. Then I heard it for the third time. "Stop!" I was a little startled as I stopped and asked what was the matter. "There's nothing wrong. Follow me!" she said as she moved causing my dick slip free of her pussy. Getting up off the tailgate, Torrie began walking toward the front of the truck. She looked back at me standing there with my pants around my ankles and my dick sticking straight out and said, "Hurry up!" Pulling my pants up enough I didn't trip, I quickly followed her. By the time I got to the front, she was already lying on the hood with her caftan around her waist and her feet propped on the bumper. "This is so warm! Now you can fuck me some more unless you want to eat my pussy first." Torrie said with a wicked grin. Never one to turn down eating pussy, I jumped at the chance. Her swollen lips were already spread apart from our short fuck session and I immediately began to lick her clit. As I licked her erect clit, she began moving her hips and fucking my tongue and face. It was only a matter of moments before she began to cum. Maybe it was because of everything that had happened that evening or maybe it was because it was so cold but no matter what the reason she had a very long and intense orgasm. "Now finish fucking me before they come back." Torrie said as she pushed my mouth away from her pussy. I was already between her legs but I still had trouble getting my dick back into her pussy because of the height of the hood. Finally, by standing on my tiptoes and two of the field rows, I slipped back in her waiting warmth. The long slow strokes were replaced with more hurried anxious strokes as we fucked like two teenagers. Almost as on cue, when we heard Donna and Rudy walking up, I shot cum deep into her pussy. Looking over to my right, I saw Donna smiling as my dick slipped out of Torrie' pussy and I moved from between her legs. Immediately, I pulled up my pants and wondered if Donna had seen my exposed dick. At first I didn't understand why Torrie didn't move off the hood. Then I saw Rudy standing there in the headlights. Torrie was obviously lying there giving him an unobstructed look at her just fucked pussy. He watched with a grin as cum dribbled out of her pussy, across her ass and onto the hood of his truck. "Did everyone have a good time this evening?" Donna asked as Torrie slowly moved off the hood. Looking at the cum smeared on the hood, Torrie said, "I had a great fucking time but I guess I'll have to wash Rudy' truck tomorrow so no one will know we were out riding around." "You can forget the fucking truck or fucking on the truck. It's too cold to wash it this time of the year. Let's go back to the house now. It's freezing out here!" Rudy said as he stepped to the back of the truck and began putting his clothes back on. Rudy dressed quickly before all four of us crowded into the tiny cab of the truck. Rudy drove. Donna sat in the middle. I sat on the passenger side with Torrie sitting in my lap. As we drove the short distance to their house, cum and pussy juices from Torrie soaked a large wet spot on the front of my sweat pants. Since it was much later than we had expected to be out, Torrie and I left to go home almost immediately. Torrie didn't even bother to change out of the caftan; she wore it home with the promise of returning it the next day. What happened after we got home is another story I'll tell you about in 'Life with Torrie - Chapter 5!' You'll find it in the 'Loving Wives' stories. Hope you enjoy reading it. Life with Torrie Ch. 05 The ten-minute drive from Donna and Rudy’ house was very quite but that was good. It gave me a chance to think about the unexpected events of the evening. Not only did I think about what had happened; I continued to wonder about what would have happened if Torrie had been successful in pulling Rudy’ briefs down. What would have happened if she had exposed his hard dick? Would she have managed to get her hands on it? Would the situation have changed so Rudy would have be the one to fuck her on the hood of the truck? I even wondered if it had all been a plan Torrie and Donna dreamed up so we could swap partners. Then Donna and I could fuck each other and Torrie could fuck Rudy. I was lost in erotic thoughts when Torrie’ voice startled me back to reality. “I’ll go in and send Jenny out. You take her home while I make sure the kids are in bed. Think about me while you’re gone. By the time you get back I want this hard because I want to be fucked again!” Torrie said as she traced the outline of my dick through my pants. With those words still ringing in my ears, I began searching through the car’s console for enough money to pay Jenny. Torrie was out of the car, in the house and had Jenny on her way out very quickly. “Hi, Mr. James. How was your evening?” Jenny asked as she got in the car. “It was great.” I replied as I backed out of the driveway and headed toward her house. It was only a block to her house. I would have her home and be back home in less than three minutes. As Jenny sat close beside me in Torrie’ tiny sports car, I could smell her perfume. Stealing a good look at her I noticed she didn’t have a coat or sweater on and her young nipples were about to tear through her blouse. “Are you cold?” I asked. “It’s cold outside but it’s toasty warm in here. Why don’t you at least drive around the block so I can warm-up?” Jenny asked with a sexy smile. She looked down at her hard nipples, leaned back and pushed her chest out while at the same time crossing her legs. As she crossed her legs, I could see almost as much leg as I had seen earlier in the evening when Donna and Torrie slid out of the back of the truck. Before I realized what I was doing I drove right by her house. Then as quickly as I drove by I came to my senses and made a U-turn right in the middle of the street. “Why did you turn around?” Jenny asked as she reached over and touched my arm. “So neither of us get into any kind of trouble!” I said as I turned into her driveway. As I came to a stop, Jenny took the twenty-dollar bill I was holding out for her. Opening her door, she looked over her shoulder and smiled. “Think about it until I baby-sit again. You will like it!” she said as she stood-up giving me an extra wiggle of her ass. I was back home in about five minutes instead of the three it should have taken. The house was completely quite when I opened the front door. After locking the door, I walked toward our bedroom. Along the way I peaked into each of our kids rooms. Much to my surprise and delight they were already asleep. Our bedroom door was closed so I opened it slightly and looked in without saying anything. There was Torrie lying on the bed. She had taken the caftan off and was lying on the bedspread naked. I was intrigued to see her lying face down with her legs spread apart. Her ass was moving up and down. She was fingering her clit. After watching for a moment, I went in and closed the door. I immediately stripped off my clothes. I only made one quick stop as I moved toward the bed. And that was to get a real looking penis vibrator out of the dresser. Stepping up close behind Torrie, I turned the vibrator on and began moving it up and down the crack of her ass. The longer I massaged her ass and she fingered her clit, the more her ass moved. Just as I sensed she was about to cum, I positioned the vibrator at the opening to her pussy and pushed it completely in with one swift motion. That sent her over the edge, but she still didn’t stop fingering herself. “Get on your knees so I can fuck you.” I instructed Torrie. She responded immediately by getting up on her knees while continuing to rub her swollen clit. Her clit, pussy and the crack of her ass were soaked from our fucking earlier and her just having an orgasm. Kneeling between her legs, I removed the vibrator and leaned forward replacing the vibrator with my dick. After taking several long and slow strokes, I pulled out and slid the vibrator deep into her. “What are you doing?” she asked as I positioned the head of my dick against her asshole. I had fucked her ass with my finger before but she always objected when I suggested fucking her with my dick. “Just relax and push back against me. If it hurts, you can stop.” I told her. My dick was well lubricated with a mixture of our body fluids. Torrie didn’t move away. As she reluctantly pushed back against me the head slipped past the tight opening of her ass. “Oh, that hurts.” Torrie said as she stopped pushing. “You can stop if it hurts too bad.” I reassured her. After a few moments, Torrie began to slowly move against me until my dick was soon buried deep in her hot ass. With long slow gently strokes, I began fucking her. The sensations were unbelievably hot as we fucked. Soon, I felt myself getting ready to cum. I could feel her hand brush against my balls as I thrust deep into her ass one last time and began to cum. Suddenly, we lost our balance and toppled over forward on the bed. I lay on top of Torrie with my dick still buried deep in her ass for a couple of minutes before my soften dick slipped out. Then I moved over beside her on the bed. I must have dozed off very quickly. Soon Torrie was causing the bed to shake so much she woke me up. She still hadn’t gotten enough because she was fingering her clit again. I looked around, found her vibrator and turned the speed up on high. Then with one firm motion, I pushed it deep into her. I knew she had the situation well in hand so I got up to go into the bathroom to pee. After peeing I came back in to find Torrie still lying on her stomach with her legs together. She was holding the vibrator in her pussy. What surprised me was that she had fallen asleep. As I spread her legs slightly, the vibrator slid out leaving her pussy stretched open. It was about that time I noticed her asshole was stretched open also. No only was her pussy leaking cum, there was cum dribbling out of her ass as well. Both of these sights were very erotic but I decided after such a busy evening we probably both needed our rest. After turning the vibrator off, I covered us both up with a blanket before we drifted off to sleep. I never did take Jenny up on her suggestion. On the few occasions when she would baby-sit, I made sure Torrie drove her home. I may have daydreamed about fucking her or her sucking my dick but some things are definitely not worth the risk. Fucking or being sucked-off by an underage girl is definitely one of those things. Don’t forget there are more of my sexual adventures with Torrie in the ‘Loving Wives’ stories. They are listed as ‘Life with Torrie – Chapter?’ Hope you enjoy them! Life with Torrie Ch. 06 Pt. 01 ‘Life with Torrie’ has always been exciting. Ever since we shared a ‘Year of First Times’ and throughout the 33 years we have been married, I confess that ‘Life with Torrie’ has included many sexual adventures. These adventures included a prick teasing young sister, a couple of touchy-feely encounters with ‘lady friends’ I attended school with and, of course, there were the two special women I had long-term relationships with. I’m not proud of it but I guess I am a cheating adulterer. At least I know and admit what I am. There was also a realization of Torrie’ adventurous side when she confessed to what she preferred to call ‘indiscretions’ on her part. To me her confessions amounted to much more than ‘indiscretions.’ But I guess cheating is more in the eye of the one ‘doing it’ that the one who hears about ‘it.’ Before I go on with Chapter 6 of ‘Life with Torrie,’ I’ll let you decide. What do you think? ‘Indiscretion’ or cheating? Adulteress or ‘Loving Wife?’ By her own admission, Torrie has enjoyed touchy-feely encounters with ‘friends’ that included touching, kissing and ‘given the situation’ (this was her description) ‘possibly’ giving and receiving oral sex. I’m don’t guess numbers matter but she told me she has had ‘more than one,’ what I’ll call, one-time fucks. One of these one-time fucks was with Jorge. A guy who was reported among her friends to have a really big dick. A really big dick that she had to ‘try’ so she could see for herself if size made a difference. She confessed his dick was bigger that she had imagined but she didn’t enjoy the fucking he gave her. As a matter of fact she denied ever having an orgasm with or enjoying being fucked by anyone but me. (Yea, right. Like I really believe that!) One evening in during a passionate moment, she even admitted playing touchy-kissie-feely with a female co-worker on at least one occasion. Since she denies having any long lasting relationships, she prefers the word: ‘indiscretion.’ What do you think, indiscretion or not? Adulteress or ‘Loving Wife?’ The first time I saw Hazel it was about 10:30 PM on a weeknight. She was standing on her front porch waiting for me to arrive. I was there to pick-up my daughter who had been at her house since school dismissed about 3:30 PM. I had heard that Hazel had been on a diet and lost a lot of weight but I had no idea what she would look like. Would she still be as unattractive as I had heard, would she be average or would she be a knockout? Now she wasn’t a knockout but she was definitely way above average. That evening she was standing outside in a pair of tight jeans and a snug fitting tee shirt. It was easy to see that she was chilly by the way her nipples strained against her shirt. That was about all I could see in the dim light as I drove through the circular drive up next to the porch. “Hello. You must be Hazel. I’m Michelle’s dad. Is she ready to go?” I said with getting out of the car. “Hi. You’re right. I’m Hazel and you must be Steve. I’ve heard a lot about you from our children. It’s nice to finally meet you. Let me check and see if she’s ready.” she responded. When she turned and opened the front door to call for Michelle, I was treated to a great view of a perfectly shaped ass. An ass covered by jeans so tight it was obvious she didn’t have on any panties. An ass so tempting I immediately wondered if it felt as good as it looked. An ass I quickly remembered belonged to my daughter’s boyfriend’s mother, so I tried to push those thoughts out of my head. “Thanks!” I said as I fiddled with the radio as a distraction. A few seconds later my daughter came out and got in my Jeep. “Thanks again. It was nice to finally meet you. I hope to see you again sometime soon.” I said as we drove out to the driveway. I was just glad no one could read my mind at that moment because I was driving along thinking about seeing her lying naked on a towel in the warm sun with me between her long legs licking her pussy. Michelle was tired so we didn’t talk much on the way home but that gave me plenty of time to daydream about Hazel. Over the months to come Torrie and I would become friends with Hazel because of our daughter dating her son. They were both juniors in high school and thought they were in love forever. Since they were young, we tried to encourage them to include their families as much as possible in their plans. Since we all had excellent relationships they were happy to include us ‘old folks.’ Our children even asked Torrie, Hazel and I to help chaperone their Junior-Senior Prom. A few months after we all started socializing together, I needed a ‘subject’ for a project in a class I was taking at a local college. After Torrie and I talked about all the men I could ask to help me; she suggested someone I hadn’t thought of. To my surprise, she suggested Hazel. I had assumed a man would be the best choice but Torrie’ suggestion made sense to me. Hazel was open minded, self-employed, so she would be flexible, and we had all become fairly close friends. We had become close enough I knew she would be open and honest which was important to my project. “Are you sure Hazel will be a good subject?” I asked Torrie. “I think she would be great. We all like each other. We are together several times a week. She’ll answer your questions and tell you everything you need to know in order to write a good paper summarizing your project. Why don’t you ask her tonight when we go to the football game?” Torrie responded. It was Friday and we would be seeing her at the local high school football game so I agreed to ask. That evening while the three of us sat with hundreds of other football and band parents, I asked Hazel to be my subject. After explaining that I estimated it would take somewhere between 30 and 40 hours over the next 3 month to complete my project, she said, ‘No. I don’t think I would be a good subject.’ Not willing to accept the rejection of her idea, Torrie began to encourage Hazel and suggested she think about it over the weekend. She agreed. About 8:30 Monday morning, the telephone rang and it was Hazel. She had reconsidered and would help me if I would guarantee her that no one would ever know she was my subject. She was insistent that I promise to never use her identity in any way. That was a simple request that was easy to agree to. So Hazel and I began my project with the blessings of my wife and the encouragement of our children. Over the next few weeks, Hazel and I worked together very closely. Since it was a psychology project, we discussed her personal life in great detail. She was always open and willing to discuss any subject that was necessary for me to develop a personality and psychological profile for her. One of the subjects that repeatedly came to light was sex. She had been very sexual all of her life. Even when she was a little girl she had sexual feeling that she didn’t understand until she got older. Then when she reached puberty being sexually active was a priority in her life. Hazel had had more sexual experiences that anyone I had ever talked to. Our work went smoothly until one evening I went to a band parents meeting. Hazel was there too because her son was also in the band. Torrie had not been able to go because of a meeting at work. Hazel and I sat together and after the meeting we stood in the parking lot talking for the longest time. We talked so long that we were soon the only ones left. I don’t remember exactly what we were talking about. I only remember what she said to me. She looked me straight in the eyes and said, “I know it must have really hurt you when Torrie would go out looking for men.” When Torrie would go out looking for men? Now what is she talking about, was all that ran through my mind. We continued talking but that thought echoed in my mind over and over. Finally, I asked what she meant. “What did you mean by your comment about Torrie looking for men?” I questioned. Hazel’s facial expression immediately changed and she didn’t say a word. She only turned slightly away from me. “What did you mean?” I repeated. “You didn’t know. Did you?” she asked. “I didn’t know what?” I questioned. “You didn’t know about what Torrie did when she went out with her friends, did you?” she responded. “What?” I asked for the fourth time. “You didn’t know about her picking up men, did you?” Hazel said with a changed tone. She sounded like she had started something she regretted. “How do you know she picked up men when she went out? Did you ever see her?” I wanted to know. “No. I never saw her but I have a good friend and former co-worker who saw us together the other night at the football game. She called me on Saturday morning and told me about all the men Torrie would hit on and hang out with. I don’t know if she ever did anything you don’t know about. I’m sorry I mentioned it. Why don’t you just forget I said anything? It’s probably someone else or a false impression Joyce has.” she explained. My mood for conversation was spoiled by then and we said goodnight. After being certain she was safely in her car, I drove straight home. I think I’ll end this part of the story with my driving home knowing Torrie and I had to have a long talk. I’ll call this Chapter 6, Part 1 and finish with Chapter 6, Part 2. I know there wasn’t much erotic reading in this installment but it’s all information you needed to know in order to follow our lives together (Torrie and me). I promise it will be much more explicit in the near future so keep reading if you’re interested in the outcome. Don’t forget to let me know what you think about my ‘Life with Torrie.’ Life with Torrie Ch. 06 Pt. 02 For the entire ride home, the same thing kept going over and over in my mind: ‘Torrie looking for men.’ When I arrived, Torrie was already home. She was sitting on the couch watching TV and our children were in their rooms doing homework. The first place I went was to the bathroom. Then I asked Torrie to come into the bedroom so we could talk about something important. Smiling she walked to the room and sat down in the middle of the bed. I sat down and leaned across the pillows facing her. She had no idea her happy little world might just come crashing down any minute. “I have something I need to ask you.” I stated. “What?” she asked. After pausing for a few seconds to gain my courage, I asked, “Have you always been faithful to me?” “What do you mean?” she inquired with a shocked look on her face. It was a look that answered the question without words. “I mean have you always been sexually faithful to me?” I explained. Torrie’ face went blank for a split second. Then an inquisitive, shocked look covered her face. Tears began to swell-up in her eyes. “Well, have you always been faithful?” I repeated. Without hesitating again or trying to avoid my question, she quietly answered, “No.” “How many times have you cheated?” I demanded. She hesitated and looked away. “I asked how many times!” I demanded again. “Two but there wasn’t sex involved.” she meekly admitted. “What do you mean there wasn’t sex involved? How can you cheat and there not be sex involved?” I demanded to know. “You don’t drink so you probably won’t understand. There was a lot of alcohol involved and there couldn’t be sex.” she explained. “That doesn’t make any sense. You’re going to have to explain that to me.” I said. “Both times the guys couldn’t get it up because they had drank too much. There was kissing and touching but no sex. Do you understand now?” she asked. “I don’t think I believe you. Are you telling me that you tried to fuck two guys and neither of them could get a hard-on? Neither of them could fuck you?” I responded. “That’s what happened. I’m so sorry. I wish it had never happened. I wish you had never found out because I really didn’t want to hurt you. Will you forgive me?” she tearfully asked. I wasn’t sure how I felt at that moment. All I could do was sit there and stare at her in disbelief. Of course, I remembered times during our marriage when there had been sexual teasing between us and other people but I never had reason to believe either of us had ‘gone all the way.’ Sure there had been kisses, rubs and even quick feels but never anything farther than that. Or at least not that I knew of until now. I wasn’t sure at the moment if I appreciated Hazel bringing all of this to my attention or not. I don’t know why but as I lay there watching Torrie sitting in the center of the bed, I began to get an erection from thinking about someone else being with her. It was exciting imagining some stranger stripping of her clothes and then enjoying kissing and tasting her body. I envisioned some faceless stranger slowly moving up close between her long legs as she guided his hardness into her wet pussy. Then I could see them fucking uninhibitedly until they were drenched in sweat. Finally, in my minds eye, I could see them collapsing in each other’s arms, resting before getting out of bed and dressing. “Will you forgive me?” Torrie repeated. “We can’t talk anymore right now. I’m going out and get a drink.” I told her. “But it’s so late all the stores are closed. Please don’t go off and leave me. Don’t go right now when you’re so angry with me.” she pleaded. “Since it is late, I’ll just walk down on the golf course to the rest station and get a drink out of the machine.” I said to Torrie. “Can I walk with you?” she asked. “You can walk but I don’t want to talk any more right now.” I said as I got up and headed toward the door. Quickly Torrie followed me out the door and through the house toward the back door. In just a few moments we were walking silently down the 14th fairway toward the rest station. Neither of us said a word until we arrived and I asked if she wanted something to drink also. She said, “No.” After getting my drink we started walking back to our house. I really don’t understand why but I had an uncomfortable hard-on the whole time and couldn't get my mind off Torrie’ pussy. Without saying anything I slipped my hand into her pants and quickly worked my finger between her pussy lips as we walked. This would have probably been impossible or at least difficult if she hadn’t had on loose fitting sweat pants and no panties. As we walked I rested my finger firmly on her already erect clit. I guess the walking movement caused excitement to build in her because her pussy was soon dripping wet. When we got to our house we continued walking down the fairway until we got to the putting green. Suddenly a secret fantasy of mine came back to mind. I tossed my drink can into the sand trap and walked over to the middle of the green. “Come sit on my face. I want to lick your pussy!” I told Torrie as I lay down on the cool damp grass. Torrie didn’t say a word as she walked to me and pushed her pants to slip down to her ankles. Quickly she stepped out of them and straddled me. Carefully she knelt down and allowed her pussy to come into to contact with my waiting mouth. By this time I had released my erection from my pants. I could only imagine what a sight we made with her sitting on my face as I licked her pussy and me jacking off in the moonlight. After Torrie had a quick orgasm, she moved off of my mouth and sat beside me on the grass. Before she could react, I pushed her back and moved between her legs. Just like I had imagined her doing to someone else, Torrie guided my dick toward her waiting opening. Instantly, I was all the way in. I didn’t waste any time and began roughly pumping into her wetness. I was fucking her just as I imagined someone else doing. That was when we heard it. One of our neighbors had come out on the golf course to walk their dog before going to bed. “Quick! Let me get my pants before they see us!” Torrie whispered as she struggled to move. This was ‘bad fucking timing’ I thought as she and I stood up. With her pants in her hand, Torrie rushed me off the green before anyone could see us. She didn’t put her pants on and I didn’t take time to put my dick in my pants as we retreated into the darkness. That was when we heard the voice come out of the shadows. As the invisible voice asked, “Nice night, isn’t it, folks?” I saw Torrie quicken her pace. I thought it was funny as I watched her naked ass move in front of me. I was about to laugh out loud when I remembered the question we had just been asked. Since I had recognized the voice, I simply replied, “Sure is, Richard.” When Torrie reached the gate to our patio privacy fence she stopped and put her pants on. She was just going through the gate when I walked up. Turning to me she said, “Put your dick back in your pants so the kids can’t see and meet me in the bedroom.” With those words she disappeared in the house. Those were the last words spoken between us that evening. I stood still for a moment before working my hard, wet dick back into my pants. Following Torrie to the bedroom, I entered, closed and locked the door before stripping of my clothes. There was no need for words as I walked to the bed. I knew what was about to happen and if she didn’t know, Torrie would soon find out. Roughly I jerked her pants down and off. I didn’t even bother to take her shirt off, I just moved between her legs and forced my dick into her pussy. There was no love, passion, tenderness or anything caring involved. There was only fucking and maybe a little rage or anger. I roughly pounded away at Torrie until I noticed the look of pain on her face. Even with that look, I kept fucking her. Looking back now it seems impossible I could have fucked her so long. Normally I was caring and tender but that night I guess I wanted to punish her. I guess in reality I raped her because I didn’t care anything but fucking her. I just wanted to have the control and power to fuck her regardless of anything or any objections she might have. Eventually, I couldn’t hold back any longer and I shot what seemed like gallons of cum into her. By that time I was exhausted and collapsed on the bed beside her. When I awoke the next morning, Torrie was standing naked in front of the dressing area mirror. She seemed to be examining her breasts. “What are you doing?” I inquired. “Just looking.” she replied. “Looking at what?” I impatiently asked. Torrie didn’t say a word. Slowly she turned to face me so I could see for myself. Her breasts were covered with bruises that resembled teeth marks. Even though I didn’t remember doing it, I must have bitten her during the ‘rape.’ At the time, I felt bad about the bruises but I didn’t say anything as I got up and walked past her into the bathroom. After peeing, I took a long shower. When I came out Torrie had already left for work. Right after 8 AM, I left to go to work too. Driving out of our neighborhood, I decided to stop by Hazel’s house first. I knew we had to discuss our conversation from the previous evening but I didn’t know what to say or do. I just knew I had to see her. You can read about my morning visit with Hazel in ‘Life with Torrie” – Chapter 7. Don’t forget it’s in the ‘Loving Wives’ stories.