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“But what if he doesn’t? He might not want to-”
“What if he doesn’t want to be your first, or doesn’t want to fuck the brains out of a hot little eighteen-year-old?” Her full rosy lips arched into an unmistakably feline smirk. “Leave that to me.”
“You want me to do what!” Mark thundered, all but spraying his tea across the living room wall.
“Now don’t overreact. All I said was I want you to go upstairs and have sex with our daughter’s best friend,” Amanda countered, remaining perfectly calm and collected even as tingles raced down to the pit of her stomach.
“Overreact?” Lost for words and battling to keep calm, Mark took off his glasses and began to clean the lenses with the hem of his shirt, fruitlessly rubbing at an invisible smudge. “Okay, let me see if I've got this straight. You come home from work to find Tracey crying upstairs after having some sort of fight with Cam about her still being a virgin, and you come away from that thinking that the best thing we can do to help is me fucking her?” Sliding his glasses back onto the bridge of his nose, he shot his wife a scrutinising stare. “Did I miss anything?” His question dripped sarcasm.
Amanda frowned. “I'm serious, Mark.”
“You are, aren't you?” Mark groaned, slumping all the way back into his chair and rubbing the bridge of his nose. “Fuck me.”
“Later dear. And please, watch your language,” Amanda countered, sitting down beside him on the leather sofa. A half amused, half reassuring smile tugging at the corner of her mouth.
He sighed and put a hand on her thigh, giving her a reassuring squeeze through the fabric of her pencil skirt. “Hun, you know I would do anything for Tracey. She’s practically one of the family. I just think taking her virginity is asking a little much.” That was putting it mildly. The whole idea was crazy, yet he’d seen that look in her eyes before and knew she was convinced and set on this path. A blunt approach wouldn’t work here. For now, he needed to be diplomatic to make her see sense.
As if she could read his thoughts, however, Amanda slid down off the sofa.
“Amanda?” he warned, his eyes drinking in the sight of her crawling provocatively between his legs and a delicate hand reaching out to tug on the fly of his trousers. “Stop. Are you crazy? Tracey’s just up- oh!”
Looking up at him, Amanda smiled and pulled his awakening cock from his trousers. “Oh, I don’t remember that bothering you at the Christmas party last year.” Then, holding his legs open with her elbows, she teased his tip with flicks of her tongue, before licking long trails down his shaft, moving from the tip to the base and vice versa.
“Tha-that’s because you-you-oh fuck.” The protest died in a long moan as lush lips enveloped him, sucking him into the damp cavity of her mouth, her tongue pressing against his velvet flesh and teeth scraping over the glands.
“Now back to the subject of Tracey,” Amanda pronounced around him, the vibrations of each syllable shivering down his shaft, making his fingers bite a white-knuckled grip into the leather. It was a sudden rush of pleasure to his system and all Mark could do to vocalize his pleasure was to release a series of long, low grunts and moans.
He fought his immediate desires however and managed to gasp, “Let’s not, not now.”
“Okay dear, let’s not talk,” and Amanda promptly pulled back from his rigid arousal and wiped the corner of her mouth. “Not now…”
It never ceased to amaze Amanda how Mark, whose mind had been clouded by lust mere seconds ago, could become so alert so suddenly- a point that was very well proven by the way he so quickly lifted himself up to look at her as he exclaimed “No! No…it's alright dear. We can talk…we can talk about anything you want to. ”
Men, so easy. All a girl needs to know is which button to press.
“So…are you ready to hear me out?” she asked, before mouthing his crown, sweeping her tongue around and around, resuming her oral assault full force. Mark tried to respond, but all that came out was another long moan. Instead, he just nodded vigorously.
Inwardly grinning like a Cheshire cat that just caught a big fat canary, Amanda closed one hand around his shaft and began softly jacking him, just to make sure she had his complete attention. “Dear, do you recall how difficult it was for me to feel comfortable with you, you know… intimately, when we started dating?”
With Mark's nod, Amanda pressed on.
“Well, Tracey is in that same place, now more than ever. She’s confused and scared and feels like everyone around her is pressuring her to take that next step. She needs someone she feels comfortable around, who knows what’s he’s doing, to take her by the hand and show her how wonderful sex can be.”
It was a dual assault. Her attentions igniting a fire in his veins. Her words conjuring up visions of Tracey spread out beneath him, her supple body full and bountiful, writhing and arching in sweet ecstasy. Excited to the point of delirium, he could only shake his head and splutter a protest. “No…ah…what about- oh God… Ca-Camila?”
Amanda's fingers flexed, tightening almost to the point of pain. “What about her?”
“Tracey’s her best friend, I…can't…it’s wrong!” he managed to muster between moans, his wife's hand steadily picking up speed, pumping him, driving him insane. Mark knew that if he didn't hold on, the pleasure his wife was creating would push him over the edge.
“It’s none of her business. Cam and that asshole started all this by proposing that they have some sort of twisted threesome.” She was making progress and now all she needed to do was give him that final push. “Besides, this is nothing we haven’t done before.”
Mark seized a fist full of her hair, tugging and twisting, but when he spoke, his voice was perfectly calm. “I thought we agreed never to talk about that.”
“I know, but I miss it, baby. I miss watching you fuck. Watching you use and take what you want and turn those women into babbling sex-crazed wantons. It gets me so… hot.” She consumed as much as she could, sliding her mouth down his shaft in a tight seal, taking half of him in one go, then hollowing her cheeks as she pulled back. “Don’t you want to feel those soft lips…wrapped around your hard cock…” Wet slurps punctured each of her impassioned expletives as she repeated the long pull, her head bobbing faster and faster. The imagery she was conjuring made her clit throb and liquid heat pooled in her belly. “Feel her tight little pussy quivering, clenching…as you watch our daughter’s best friend’s big tits bouncing as she rides your dick-”
“I'll do it…” He had her on her back before she knew it. He used his grip on her hair to pull her off him and to her feet before launching her across the sofa. She bounced with the first contact, but then he was on her, devouring the lips that only moments before had been wrapped around his cock. “Later.”
With one hand cupping her bottom, the other was kneading her breast through her shirt. He began the delicate and most practised art of toying with her body, working her into a frenzy that had weak whimpers flowing from her very soul. The urge to surrender to his hunger was as intoxicating as honey wine, sweet and so delicious. It took all the power she possessed to wake herself from the pleasurable haze and to gather her wits.
