My wife and I love spending an afternoon relaxing and talking with old friends. Last Saturday was one such afternoon. While Jim and I discussed his recent canoe trip in Alaska, our wives passed thru on their way to the backyard and the pool. Even being 15 years his senior, I knew my wife would catch Jim's attention. As my wife bent over handing each of us a cold beer, I watched Jim's eyes gaze at her breasts barely covered by the bikini. She was wearing a very skimpy suit that is usually only worn when we are out of town and she will not see anyone she knows. However, her slightly more conservative bikini had been loaned to and was currently being worn by Jim's wife, Jan. As the bikini bottoms were also skimpy, I sat back and smiled as Jim stared at my wife's sexy ass headed out the sliding glass doors.
I could not help but steer our conversation towards our beautiful wives. Though always pretty, Jan dressed a bit conservative, even frumpy while she attended the very first University Freshman history class I taught. She was now dressing and acting very sexy. We moved our discussion to a couch where we could see our wives sunbathing. Jim told me how his wife began to believe and accept being sexy while we watched their tops being untied, evolve to topless, then completely naked. I found Jan's story interesting enough that I suggested he write it up and post it. He was not comfortable with the possible ramifications, but gave me permission to, so here is as close as I can recall to his words:
"Jan and I were high school sweet hearts. Actually, Sunday school sweet hearts. Her sweet and loving attitude made me fall in love and I knew she would be my wife. Her plans to be a teacher also helped as I had a bit of a fetish for teachers. I had my first crush on my third grade teacher.
This fetish grew when the pretty lady who moved in next door one summer, come fall was my sixth grade teacher. It was difficult paying attention as my mind drifted to how I had watched her skinny dipping thru our fence. High school teachers, professors, they all turned me on. As Jan worked as a teacher putting me thru law school, I would come home to her thinking of my favorite professor, Dr. Benitez. Luckily I had my own teacher at home to make love to and keep me satisfied.
After launching my own practice, Jan wanted to return to school for her Masters and Ph.D. It was a given that I would agree as she brought up the subject after meeting me at the door wearing a sexy school girl outfit. She knew my fetish well as she weekly would meet me at the door in a sexy teacher outfit fairly regularly. She teased me about being odd, this was my fantasy and was not shared by many people. During these teasings she would leave out her crush on the professor that peaked her interest in history.
As Jan started her graduate studies, she began learning that I, or we, were not alone. During a welcome session, one piece of advice given was "do not sleep with any professor while drunk that you would not sleep with sober". Jan considered this humor, knowing that no professor would sleep with their graduate students drunk or sober. Over the next six years she came to see that they were actually human and that many people had our fetish. In fact it appeared common among higher education, for students and professors.
After noticing two different professors staring at her breasts, Jan began wearing lower cut blouses and even abandoned her bra. She would flirt with them at school networking events or when encountered out at restaurants.
One weekend we got away for relaxation to a hot springs spa in the desert. Sounded like a great place for Jan to relax from the stress of her classes. Actually the stress grew a touch when we entered the springs area. Clothing was NOT optional, but fully nude required, as well the pools were shared by others. Thus it was a shock to realize that we would not only be seen nude but would be sitting with nude strangers only inches away.
Though we had to walk by everyone nude, we found a secluded tub in the corner that was empty. The stress quickly evaporated with the warm soothing water. With my eyes closed, I was drifting off when I heard Jan gasp. A distinguished man pulling off his shirt, Jan identified as Professor Dylan. As Jan sunk down into the water, I could tell she was hoping to not be recognized.
He had apparently noticed Jan when he walked in, as he looked up with a smile beamed towards us while now clad in just his boxers. He seemed to not mind pulling them down exposing his cock to a student. As soon as he was naked, he began walking directly to our tub.
I soon found myself shaking hands with my wife's second professor crush. She had told me story after story of "accidently" giving him opportunities to see down her cleavage or even up her skirt. He was now getting a chance to see her completely naked. Well, would have other than her arms were strategically placed for maximum coverage. She also kept her body completely submerged. Even as I stood to be introduced.
Even in another environment I would have noticed how his hair was kept long, like a professor who was too preoccupied to get it cut, yet his beard was nicely trimmed. In this environment, being nude and all, I also noticed his pubic hair trimmed as well. I had heard about how being nude together creates a feeling of equality. I could see that, but even nude I felt a feeling of respect for this man. He certainly was not nerdy and his cock alone demanded my respect.
