Page 3 of Training Tracey

“Swung?” Amanda offered, bringing an adorable tinge of pink to the girl's otherwise flawless, milky, pale skin. “Yes, well, we’ve never been, what you’d call practising, but some old friends of ours in Hereford were. They’ve always been very open about it, but were careful to make sure it never became an issue. They understood not everyone agreed with their lifestyle choice. Well, over drinks one night we got to talking. A little too much wine, the odd touch here, a flirtatious remark there. One thing just sort of lead to another. It never became a regular thing, but we’d go around now and again. They introduced us to other practising couples they thought would be a good fit for us. Some worked. Others, not so much. These days, though, we only really partake in the occasional long weekend retreats.”

“But what about Camila?” Tracey cut in. “She’s okay with you two doing this? I can’t believe it. I’m her best friend and she never said anything about you two being into any of this to me.”

“Because she doesn’t know. No one around here does. It’s none of their business.”

“But you want me to-”

“Sweetie, I don’t want you to do anything. I understand this is a lot to take in and if talking about it makes you uncomfortable, then forget it. We’re not talking about joining a cult. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, and if you want to stop, you only have to say. It won’t make any difference to how we feel about you.”

“But if I-” Tracey cut in, her voice panicked as if she was suddenly afraid the offer might be withdrawn at any minute. “I am. If I’m okay with… with everything, you’d be willing to, to let me, to let me and Mr Burton…”

“Why not? It’s nothing we haven’t done before.” Amanda gave the girl’s shoulder a reassuring squeeze and leaned down to press a soft kiss to her lips. “And besides, a girl’s first time should be special, with someone who knows what he’s doing. And Mark is very, very good.”

“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?”

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