A blizzard was raging outside as Clint and I sat in front of the crackling fireplace on Christmas Eve, drinking Black Russians. We were enjoying the warmth and the cozy feeling of being alone together, especially as the snow-drifts piled up outside our window. As much as we love our swinging friends, some of whom are as close to us as family, we enjoy these quiet times together.

Lying on the furry rug by the hearth, Clint leaned over and kissed me. We ended up giggling like two young lovers. He slipped his fingers inside the top of the sexy teddy I was wearing and began to lightly squeeze the tops of my breasts. I pulled him close and slid my hand inside his velvety brown robe. He wasn’t wearing anything under the robe, and his cock was already beginning to harden and throb.

Suddenly the doorbell rang, and... Read More