Visual Aids

From all indications, the day was not going to be unusually different than many other days. Jackie and Carol had been next door neighbors and close friends for many years. Countless times before, like today, they had gotten together at one or the other's house starting in the late morning to enjoy a few hours of each other's company. They laughed, cried, bitched, commiserated and otherwise shared the events and issues of these two individuals and their close families. As close women will do, there were few personal secrets between them. Many very personal conversations had already taken place on many provocative subjects with maybe just a few of the details left out.

On this occasion they were at Jackie's home. It was a warm southern California spring day with a gentle breeze performing its climatic magic on this affluent coastal home. The two very attractive woman, one 30 and the other 31, chatted blissfully, enjoying the beautiful day bikini-clad and poolside. The two women were much alike physically in terms of height, weight and physique. They were also both the beneficiaries of a very kind aging process aided by reasonable eating habits and regular but non-fanatical exercise.

Where they differed most was in their personalities. Carole, a former manager at a public relations firm, was the more reserved of the two, more unsure and cautious. She usually dressed with a more tailored style. She kept her hair above her shoulders and always neatly in place. Jackie's former career in modeling and dancing highlighted her more carefree, vivacious and open personality. Depending on her mood, she dressed in many styles, on occasion, several at a time! Her hair was longer, always attractive but always with that free-spirit wind-tossed look.

The two sat in adjacent lounge chairs beside the pool, deep-soaking in the warm sun, and talked with their eyes closed. Their arms were held away from their bodies. It looked as if they were preparing for ascension to the sun that was licking at their already tanned forms. The gentle breeze generated a soothing rustling sound through the comb of the fully leafed trees before it tickled its way down their semi-naked bodies from head to foot. The two women welcomed the sensation on both the covered and uncovered portions of their skin.

The several glasses of chilled premium Chardonnay had motivated a spirited conversation on a wide variety of topics. Eventually, like these conversations tend to do, it turned to family, husbands and their relationships. The comparing of notes was common and generally expected. Their marriages were long, sound and loving so there were no touchy subjects. The talk was quite candid and rarely was there any outright complaining. It was more like a mutual calibration. Today was one of those days. They giggled and joked about stereotypical male failings and meandered into a discussion about how their husbands were so preoccupied with sex and whether this was a unique situation or applied to men in general.

"I swear", Carole mockingly complained, "that man would poke me day and night, any time, any place if he could!"

"Oh I know what you mean! So would Mark if he could", Jackie quipped. "Me I mean, he'd poke me!"

The two girls laughed and giggled some more.

Carole took the tenor just a bit to the more serious side. "...and Ron is just a maniac when it comes to oral sex. I don't get it. I'm not sure he likes it. I think we have plenty of oral sex but when we're finished, there is always something lurking in the background, like it wasn't good enough."

In a bad German accent attempting to emulate Dr. Ruth, Jackie replied, "Hmmm. Verrry interesting. Zats a goot schtart. Tell doctor Jackie more."

"Oh cut it out! You know what I mean, don't you? It's like it is good enough not to complain about and he doesn't want to hurt my feelings but there is something that just isn't right?"

"Ok, Carole but what are we talking about here. Which oral sex are you referring to? You taking care of him or him taking care of you?" Jackie couldn't keep a serious tone for more that a moment so she added, "We are keeping up with are feminine hygiene aren't we girl?"

"Oh GOD! You bitch!" She leaned over at smacked Jackie's arm in feigned anguish. "Geeze! No. I mean when I do it him. There must be something that I'm leaving out or...oh, I don't know!"

"Ok. Let's tackle this scientifically. What are we dealing with? Are you a little kisser or a deep throater? A swallower or a spitter?" she said with a snickering grin on her face.

"Aw my God Jackie! You are something else! Nothing shocks you does it? I am nothing like you."

"Well I'm sure there are things that do shock me but this is certainly a long way from it."

The best friends were now sitting on the edge of their lounges facing each other and talking pretty intently. They were trying rather unsuccessfully to get their hands around the heart of the matter. Between the effects of the wine and Carole's inability or unwillingness to express herself plainly and blatantly, not much progress was being made. Carole, in a very obscure and probably subconscious way, was trying to extract suggestions from Jackie on how to improve her ability to please her husband. Finally, after twenty minutes of confusing talk, Jackie finally pieced together what it was that Carole was looking for.

"Would you like me to tell you what I do to Mark? That way you can see if there is anything you might like to try on Ron."

"Ok", Carole replied sheepishly.

"Damn, girl! You could have just come right out and said it! It would have saved a lot of silly guessing!"

To punctuate the revelation and an indulgent attempt to rattle Carole further, Jackie leaned across the gap in the chairs between them and with their noses almost touching, Carole felt Jackie's wine scented breath as she whispered, "Would you want me to describe how I take Mark's nice long hard dick between my lips and deep into my mouth. Do you want me to tell you how I use my tongue to lick his cock until he spurts warm sticky cum into my very eager mouth."

Carole dropped the wine glass, shattering it on the pool pavement.

"Then, if you learn something new, you are going to be dying until Ron comes home and you are going to ravish him with your mouth."

"Jackie!" Carole stammered. "You are one crazy women! Well yes, I guess so but how can you talk dirty like that so easily! I have trouble even THINKING like that!"

"That's it! That's you trouble right there! You've got to completely give into the moment. Here, come with me."

Jackie took Carole's hand and kept talking as she led her into the cooler house.

"Why are you holding back? Let yourself go! Be free to really enjoy it all. Everything in life should be that way, not just sex but since it is sex we are talking about, you have just got to let go more. Ron loves you very much and would never do anything to hurt you. You can completely let your inhibitions go when you are with him. Feel safe. It's OK to be vulnerable."

Jackie led her dazed friend through the first floor of the house until they were in a room that served as a den and cozy multimedia room. Two rows of tan leather sofas faced a huge blank video screen. When in use, images of superb quality were displayed, emanating from a hidden projector on the opposite wall. As throughout the rest of the house, tasteful classical music could be heard from undetectable sources. Rich cherrywood shelves lined the walls on either side of the screen from waist level to the nine foot ceiling and held many volumes on a wide variety of subjects. Below them were lateral wood panels that served as the fronts of pull out drawers. Carole sat and was absorbed by the center of the front sofa while Jackie kept up her monologue while she searched through one of the drawers. Jackie's fine smooth and tanned bottom, covered minimally by the tiny bright yellow bikini, swayed facing Carole as the search continued.

"I think I have the right approach. Damn. Where is that thing? First, never be in a hurry. No aspect of sex and especially this one should be performed like a race complete with a starting signal and a finish line. Trust me. If it's all done right, it will finish to everyone's complete satisfaction. Nope, this isn't it."

"What are you looking for Jackie?"

"Ah, here it is." She turned and stood in the middle of the room and continued her preamble. She held and waved a tape in her hand without initially mentioning it. Her breasts bounced and jiggled with her movements exaggerated by the passion to convey her message.

"Look. Giving head is an art, not a science. Great blow jobs are like snowflakes and fingerprints. No two should be alike. You are not baking a cake here. There is no fixed recipe. Go with the flow sweetie. All I can do is make suggestions but you will have to figure out all details yourself."

"Jackie?"

"Yes?"

"Are you going to tell me about that tape or are you just wave it around threatening to hit me with it?"

"Oh, sorry. They say that a picture is worth a thousand words right? Well this should be worth about a zillion."

Jackie pulled the center panel just below the massive screen and dropped the tape into a slot. Automatically, the classical music stopped. The projection system flickered to life and displayed the black lead from the tape. Jackie took a position next to her confused friend on the cool leather sofa.

"This isn't some gross cheesy porno tape is it Jackie, because if it is, I'm just not interested."

Jackie replied with a mischievous smile, "Well if you feel that way after we look at it, then Mark is going to be pretty insulted. He is a professional editor you know."

The tape faded up and a date of a few months ago was briefly displayed over a view of Jackie and Mark's bedroom. The camera had been placed level with the bed at its head and provided a view across to the opposite corner. The entrance to the spacious dressing area and bathroom could be seen in the background. From that doorway, Jackie emerged wearing a sexy light blue silk teddy with white lace in all the places. It had a deep neckline that revealed plenty of her natural and abundant cleavage. The bottom was cut dramatically high. Jackie hammed for the camera, performing exaggerated 50s-style fashion poses by alternately putting one hand up the doorway with the other on her hip and jutting it out towards the camera. The tape was obviously made around sunset. A golden cast lined all the curved edges of Jackie's very desirable figure. Long shadows accentuated her form. Mark was indeed a professional. He took maximum advantage of both natural and well placed subtle artificial lighting.

"Oh my God! That's you! What is this? Is this what I think it is? Is this some amateur porno tape? Forget it! I'm outta here!"

"Will you chill out! Amateur? Hardly. Like I said. Mark is a professional. It's edited and everything."

"Does it have that shitty music?" Carole was beginning to settle down.

"Nope. Here. Let me fast forward through all of this beginning stuff."

Jackie pointed the remote at the screen and the action sprung into a silent screen comedic pace. A naked Mark rapidly jerked into view and Jackie pounced on the bed. The two women laughed while the video showed in quirky movements the couple twisting and turning in various embraces alternating between he and her in the superior position. Finally, still in fast motion, Jackie could be seen rising up and straddling Mark's hips, no doubt impaled by his as yet unseen member. The speed of the tape was just too fast to discern that detail which Carole secretly wanted to view. The sight of a naked Jackie bouncing up and down at a ridiculous speed was too much for two women. They were besides themselves and howling with hysterical laughter.

Jackie intentionally released the fast-forward button at precisely her intended moment. The lovers were still in the intercourse phase of their lovemaking but now being viewed at normal speed, the scene was no longer comical. Jackie and Carole immediately stopped laughing. The sounds of the recorded event were now clearly presented through multiple hidden speakers in the room in high-end multi-channel fidelity. At this point, there was no dialog, just the wonderful panting and moaning of two people passionately making love, oblivious to the camera, and with the female participant on the very edge of a shuddering climax.

Carole watched her friend intently, almost trying to connect with the person on the screen. Jackie's golden sunset-lit form was very erotic, even to Carole. On the screen, Jackie moved with complete surrender to what she was feeling deep inside. Her head swayed in every way possible, her hair swooshing and landed in every array. Carole watched Jackie's hand disappear behind her and her head fall back, her face looking to the ceiling.

"What are you doing there Jackie?" Carole asked in a soft respectful tone.

"Oh that drives Mark wild. I'm reaching back and rubbing his balls. I just love the feeling of his tight sack in my hands, all wet and slippery with my juices. You can't see it but as best I can, I'm kind of jerking him off."

"Oh my! What did you just do? What did you just do with that hand?"

"What? That? You can't see it because Mark's head is not in the picture but I brought my hand up to his face and he's licking my fingers. He just loves that. He can't get enough of my taste and believe me, there was a lot to taste. Watch this. I'm about to come."

For the first time, without anything being spoken, the two women realized that they were pretty excited by what they had been watching. They were now cognizant of the uncontrollable seeping that was dampening their small bikini bottoms. Soon the miniscule fabric would be overwhelmed and another uncomfortable and potentially embarrassing situation would present itself.

The on-screen Jackie began to bounce at an increasing rate. The hand that had visited Mark's balls and then his mouth was now placed between Jackie's legs. No close up or explanation was needed. Carole knew that her friend was assisting in the process and fingering herself over the precipice to orgasm.

"I'm coming Mark! I'm coming!" could be heard in stereophonic clarity throughout the room. "Oh I just love the feeling of you so deep inside me. Yes! I love how you fill my pussy so completely. I'm coming Mark! I'm coming all over your hard cock!"

Carole sat and watched the images with her mouth dropped open while Jackie smiled and nudged her friend as if she wasn't paying attention and she shouldn't miss this. Jackie was pretty proud of what was going on up on the screen. Jackie fell onto Mark's body and for the moment, neither of their heads was in the picture. They were hugging with deep affection.

"Ok Jackie. I think I've seen enough. It's been great but I think I'd better be going. Thanks for sharing. Let's do this again sometime real soon."

Carole was looking for some way to leave the room gracefully. She had been immensely turned on by watching her friend make love but was not prepared to share the evidence to that fact. Her pussy was liberally flowing with her wetness. She dared not look but knew all to well that her bikini had absorbed all that it was capable and a damp spot would be clearly visible once she stood up. She hoped that that would be embarrassment enough and that she would not be leaving anything on the leather cushion.

"Hey, not yet. This is the part I wanted you to see. Stay and watch it with me sweetie. This is the best part!"

Carole did not get up to leave. She really didn't want to. She settled again into the sofa and looked and listened to the video lovers. Jackie, still lying on top of Mark, began to raise and lower her hips, again slowly enjoying Mark's penetration.

"Oh baby, that was so wonderful. You made me feel so good. I want to make you feel just a wonderful Mark. Do you want me to kiss you baby? Do you want me to suck your cock?"

The sounds of kissing could be heard and Mark was muttering in the affirmative. Jackie slowly rose up off her husband and then lifted her leg closest to the camera. Carole starred mesmerized at the screen. Mark's cock could clearly be seen slowly emerging from Jackie's smartly shaved pussy. It left her with a decidedly wet plop. The firm stiff shaft glistened in the waning sunlight, as did much of the area between Jackie's legs. His impressively long and thick cock stuck straight up. He too was shaved except for a small tuft just above the base of his shaft. Jackie made her way down to between Mark's legs talking while she repositioned herself.

"Ok dear. I'll suck your cock", Jackie began. "I love sucking it. I love sliding it so long and thick so deep into my mouth. I love how you taste and feel and smell when you are in my mouth."

She licked his wet shaft from the base to the tip and swirled her tongue along the head in one motion. With an open mouth, she moved her lips and face about his wet cock leaving shiny smears of Jackie's juices on her cheeks.

"Oh man", the real Jackie interrupted and paused the tape. The image of Jackie with her open mouth and lips lightly pressed against Mark's engorged shaft froze on the wall.

"I don't know about you but this has made me so fucking hot. When Mark and I watch it, we rarely get past this part before we rip off each other's clothes and fuck ourselves silly. See? Look at me. I'm practically dripping all over the place."

With absolutely no reservation, Jackie opened her legs for Carole to see the large darkened damp spot in Jackie's bikini. Carole looked at her friend's wet crotch. She was utterly amazed at how things had gotten to this point.

Looking back and pointing at the screen, Carole said, "Aren't you...uh...can't you...uh....I mean..."

"Oh for crying out loud! What are you trying to say!"

"Taste yourself. Aren't you tasting yourself when you kiss him like that. I mean after you've just...uh...had an orgasm?"

"You mean come, don't you. Well of course I can taste my cum on him." She resumed the tape. "My cum is dripping all over him. Surely you can see it. Damn woman. In all the years we've known each other, I didn't know you were quite this up tight. Yes, I am licking my cum from my husband's cock. He loves that and so do I. Frankly, I taste pretty good. Don't you? Haven't you tasted yourself before, maybe not intentionally but just in the heat of passion?"

"Well I guess so", Carole responded timidly. "I know what I taste like because I've kissed Ron after he has gone down me but nothing like THAT."

Not bothering to comment further, Jackie resumed the tape and began a running narrative on the finer points of fellatio.

"OK, now watch. See what I'm doing here. I'm not just devouring him like a mad woman. Take it very slow at first. Barely touch him softly with your lips. Don't take him in your mouth right away. Just put gentle kisses all over him. Can you see what's happening? He is so turned on and I've hardly touched him. I love watching the precum seep from his cock. Keep watching."

Video Jackie ran her tongue up the complete length of Mark's cock, coaxing another large expulsion of clear liquid. It began to drip away from the crown in a tiny rivulet. Jackie extended her tongue over the head just to the point of contact with the emerging juices.

"Give it to me baby. Give it to me", Jackie urged in very a breathy voice.

Mark ran his index finger through his wetness and then ran a circuit around Jackie's lips making them glisten. She closed her eyes and purred then sucked his moistened fingers between her lips. Her tongue tingled with the welcome taste of her husband's secretions. Jackie guided Mark's finger out of her mouth with her tongue and quickly engulfed her husband's cock. He let out a deep anguished moan. Jackie moved her head up and down in a few short strokes.