"The adventures of a Sexual Anthropologist and his wife."
Some backstory info, Bill Anderson is a 35 years old tenured professor of anthropology. At 6'3" and 220lb he had been a college linebacker on the rise until a knee injury brought his athletic career to a close. He stands out amongst the academic crowd as they all refer to him as the ex-jock with a brain.
Bill's wife Jean is a 30-year-old blond beauty that could pass for 25, at 5'8" and 135lbs her 38 DD boobs always draw attention. Jean is often asked if she was a cheerleader in college.
She knows it is meant to be a compliment, but she always replies that she had no interest in showing her ass or bouncing her boobs for the entertainment of strange men.
Now she wants to enter into Bill's world of Social Anthropology, which takes Bill on research trips all around the world studying various cultures and their sexual mores.
Some very big and exciting changes lay ahead for Bill and Jean, read along and follow their adventures.
It was a perfect fall day in Ames. I was relaxing with a beer on my deck overlooking the pool. I can hear my lovely wife Jean in the house cleaning and preparing for her first trip with me, which she insisted she go along. I have never taken my wife on a research trip before. This is because of my job as a Sexual Anthropologist. I had never been able to fully explain to her that I or any visitor, is often required to take part in the sexual customs of the tribe. And she knew I thought of her as old-fashioned when it came to things of a sexual nature.
I could see my wife Jean peering out the kitchen window while I enjoy a beer trying to relax. She knows I am not in favor of her going along on my trip. I had finally relented and said she could come on this trip to the arctic.
As I down my beer, I realize that this trip could open all sorts of horizons and perhaps make my wife's outlook as sexual as her sexy body deserved. But I also knew I would need some help to get her to that point.
But how? Who do you call to help turn your straight-laced wife into a horny slut? Then it occurred to me; call another slut! Jean's sister Jackie, according to my wife was the biggest slut I knew. Jean often referred to Jackie as that slut sister of mine. In fact, that was the exact phrase she also used to describe her stepmom, Marie. I pulled out my cell and gave Jackie a call. Jackie answered the phone with a sexy Hello.
"Hey Jackie, it's Bill. I wondered if you had time to get together for some coffee tomorrow. I have a problem I am hoping you can help me out." I said,
"Bill, if you have blue balls because of my prude sister and you are calling to see if you can fuck me, the answer is a definite Yes!" Jackie said, as she laughed.
"Umm, well, thanks for the offer, but actually, it is about Jean. But you might be closer than you think." I said, not wanting to give away too much.
Jackie was now very intrigued. The thought of something sexual between her and Jean excited her; she would likely be easing a hand down to rub her clit as she talked to me.
"Well, Marie and I were going shopping tomorrow for some slutty clothes. Do you mind if Marie comes along?" She asked, with a giggle.
"No, not at all. She could be of help as well." I said, leaving Jackie wondering what I had in mind.
"What's going on Bill?" She asked as she pressed for more details.
"This is something we need to discuss in person. See you tomorrow, Jackie." I answered, and hung up my phone, feeling some hope for my sexless marriage after all.
I popped the top on another beer to celebrate. A plan was now coming together, and if Jackie and Marie were as slutty as my wife thinks they are, this would be great!
As I drove to the coffee shop to meet Jackie and Marie, I felt a combination of excitement and fear. They might be slutty, but they were still Jean's sister and stepmom. I did not know how they would react to my plan, that was still taking shape in my mind. How to bring out the slutty side of my wife before we left for the arctic? Unknown to her, she would be expected to have sex with complete strangers.
The offer or perhaps it was just a joke on Jackie's part, to fuck me and cure my blue balls only added to my distraction. I couldn't help but think, damn, if only Marie would make that same offer! Although Marie was also Jackie's stepmom, they were very similar in appearance. Each was about 5'4" tall with dark black hair and beautiful dark brown eyes with Mediterranean-like features. Both had an ass that would stop traffic. And they both knew it and dressed to show it off as much as possible.
Jean often said their idea of a skirt is either short or extremely short. Marie also looked younger than her age of 45, and Jackie had just turned 34. But what set them apart were Marie's boobs. She was a 38F, and her cleavage was always on glorious display. She knew I was a boob man, so she didn't seem to mind the way my gaze would linger on them. For her it was a compliment. She would often tease me by asking if I married Jean because she was tall and blonde; or because she had huge 36 DD tits? I would still blush a bit when I answered, "Both!" On the other hand, Jackie had a nice set of B cups that moved closer to C cups as she moved into her mid 30's.
As I pulled up to park, I saw Marie's little red sports car and knew they were already here. Walking up to the door, it occurred to me that it had been about three months since I had seen either Jackie or Marie. The coffee shop was small and trendy and also crowded. At first glance, I did not see them. Then I heard, "Bill! Bill! We're over here" as Jackie jumped up and down from across the room.
"Holy Fuck!" I muttered, a little louder than I realized as I caught a quick stare from an elderly couple.
"Umm, excuse me," I said as I headed over towards Jackie and her bouncing boobs.
When I arrived at the table, Jackie jumped in my arms and kissed me on the lips. She obviously had a boob job and now rivaled Marie in size.
"It is so great to see you." She said as I felt her press those huge new tits firmly against me.
When she pulled back from our kiss, I also could detect the aroma of rum and a hint of gin, and not a second later, Marie pounced on me. She apparently was trying to outdo her stepdaughter with her tight embrace. Then she wrapped her arms around me as she grabbed my ass hard. Marie now cleverly moved her hand around to my front and pressed it against my now rock-hard cock.
"Oh, poor baby, do you have a case of Blue Balls?" She asked, when she pulled back.
"MOM!!!! That was supposed to be a secret." Jackie cried out, then they both broke out in gales of laughter on somewhat unsteady legs and sat back down in their seats. I pulled out my chair to sit down and join them.
"Have you ladies had a few drinks already? I asked, and the laughter started again as if I had said the funniest thing in the world. Yep, alcohol made these ladies very happy and even hornier than usual.
"Well, we stopped at the bar next door, and these nice college boys just kept buying us drinks. They kept coming one after another, and I don't know why." Jackie said, with a bit of slur.
"You know why, you said you would flash them your tits if they did, and she did it, Bill. She flashed these college boys her tits, and you know she never wears a bra." Jackie said, and my eyes shot over to Marie's boobs, and I could believe she did it.
"Oh, you lying slut. I do so have a bra on, here look!" Marie said, as she started to raise her top, but I stopped her.
"I believe you, Marie, I believe you, but we don't want to get kicked out of here." I said, with my hand only an inch from her big boob.
"You know Bill, Jackie flashed them too and told them if we had more time, we would stay and fuck them all." Marie said, and Jackie was now looking mad as hell.
