For me, life has always been good. My wife and kids are the center of a great world. I have a job that pays well and I enjoy going to work.
Living in the Pacific North West is easy. West of the Cascades we seldom get heavy snow, wild wind storms or giant earthquakes. Although we do get all of those features, we also get Tsunamis, volcanic eruptions and forest fires.
But we do have a higher than normal rate of Multiple Sclerosis. I know the science people have debunked the SUN ,or lack thereof, theory, but I'm a firm believer. Lack of sun at an early age can contribute to MS. In spite of that we seem to thrive here just south of some great international neighbors.
The kids are doing well in college and my wife has just returned from her fifth annual research trip to The Democratic Republic of Congo.
Julianne is a biologist and her best friend Marcello is a primate anthropologist. They are the wannabe Jane Godalls of the Bonobo (pan paniuscus) Primates.
It's a long airplane, bus, and truck ride to/from their research site along the Congo River. That area of the world is difficult to live safely in. A large group of heavily armed guards accompanies then to and from their research site.
At the research site there is an additional small army of Ranges to protect the matriarchy society of the chimpanzees. Bush meat (monkey meat) is on the menu for most of the locals.
Julianne and her team of seven were hoping for a quantum breakthrough on this trip. She was excited about the new plan but could not give me any clue as to what it was.
I picked Julianne and Marcello up at the airport and headed to her best friend's house. Nelson, her lucky son-of-a-bitch husband had their kids at soccer camp so I volunteered to be the shuttle guy.
If ever I were to get a 'free pass' for extramarital sex, it would be with Marcello. She is a small package that must contain at least 52% Italian.
Marcello also has a sweetheart personality and she and I have been known to flirt a bit after a couple of glasses of Malbec.
Inside of Marcello's house, they both went upstairs and were gone for about 10 minutes. When they came back both seemed to have a noticeable blush on their cheeks. I had not notice their cheek coloring at the airport.
At home Julianne took a long hot bath and fell asleep on what she described as; "The most perfect bed in the world".
It had been just over four weeks that she had been gone. I was looking forward to a rejuvenated Julianne and a couple of long and hot romps on that, "Most perfect bed".
It took the better part of a week to get my balls drained enough to not want to bend my blue eyed beauty over the nearest piece of furniture and just hornn dogg fuck her.
When Julianne and Marcello travel in Africa they always wear traditional African women's dress. A full head scarf (no blonde hair showing) and dark glasses completes their western disguise. Speaking some French adds to their, 'I'm not an ugly American', persona.
Julianne, Marcello and the rest of the scientific team were hepta-authoring the study. During that week Julianne was extra busy typing up her notes for her Doctorial Thesis.
It was super secret, even form me. Now that secrecy shit tightened my jaws just a bit. To be excluded from her, 'monkey papers', as I called them was annoying for me. She told me that when she had the third chapter done then I could read her paper up to that point.
She pointed out that I had to keep the contents secret. Like BFD, who would I tell, anywho?
For the next several weeks Julie worked on her paper, conferred with Marcello, Dave (he lived locally too) and the rest of the team by E-mail.
I also got my share of pussy those weeks. But it was different. Every morning I would get just a quickie. She would ride me hard but not deep. Any time during the day when she called me, it was the same. None of my little simmers would head north.
When she would return home, my darling wife would give me a two minute blow job. I would not cum, there was just suck and slobber.
Any request for sex that I had was dismissed with a promise of, "Later honey, but I'll make it up to you".
At night she was a female possessed. Like when we were first dating and married. I always did and still do call it, 'monkey sex'. Little did I know at the time.
At last it was time for:
THE READING
Julianne told me to go get our usual Chinese take-out from Lou's, two bottles of wine and meet her on the patio.
Easy Peasy for Meze! After dinner I started to read.
The first chapter was setting the stage for the experiment and outlining the expected outcomes. The second chapter was gathering data from two bonobo females and one male.
The team hooked up transducer electrodes to the monkey's heads and recorded the brainwaves in the team's computer program.
The third chapter was applying the bonobo data to the receiver subjects. The receiver subjects were Julianne, Dave and Marcello. The transducer electrodes were hooked up to the receiver's heads. Data flowed from the computer into the brains of (whom I now called) Curly, Larry and Moe. The three stooges!
Are you fucking kidding me!
After I finished the third chapter I was miffed at what she and the others had done.
"What the Fuck! You took computerized brain waves from three monkeys and put those brain waves into your head? That did not seem like science! That seemed like getting close to Frankincense or Frankenstein whichever is fucking worse!"
Julianne opened the second bottle of wine and said, "Not quite! We had the brain wave data but we needed to see if we had the correct data. We got it RIGHT! We know that we got it right because we three have infused some of the bonobo culture patterns into our behavior. Marcello and I got the female data and Dave got the male data.
Since their society is female dominant, we had to get both sets of brain waves to test the interaction on the sexes."
Only we three received the brain wave transplant. Every team member wanted to do it, but some one had to be the objective observers in case something went array."
"You mean wrong don't you?" I asked slightly snideish.
Julianne ignored my comment, took a sip of her Merlot, and continued. "This is the most amazing trans-cultural event EVER! With this approach we can look inside of some animal's brains to better understand their thoughts and feelings. You know that primates have 98.6 percent of our DNA (Deoxyribonucleic acid) in common. This could go all of the way to a Nobel Prize!"
She was excited. Hell, even I was excited.
We toasted to a future Nobel Prize.
Then she handed me a synopsis of the behavioral traits that her, Marcello and Dave had and were experiencing after the application of the bonobo's brain waves.
At that point Julie slid onto her knees and reached for my zipper. "Jack, I need this right now! I absolutely need to have your penis into my vagina right now."
Now I'm not one to miss out on a clue that obvious, Julianne (aka Curley) wanted me to fuck her, so I did.
