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 after a flustered few seconds, Clint got up and rearranged his robe. I sat up and put my teddy more demurely in place over my tits just as Clint opened the door. To our surprise and delight, Stu and Betty, one of our favorite swing couples, were standing right there in our doorway! Covered with snow, they explained that they had been going off to the Yuletide swing party we had decided to forgo this year.

Their car had stalled in the snow, and they couldn’t get it restarted. They asked us if they could use our telephone to call a tow service. We invited them in to warm themselves in front of the fire and share our Black Russians.

Stu is tall and slender, with dark-brown hair and eyes that look like melted chocolate. He has a very dry sense of humor that we’ve always found amusing. Betty is of medium height, with long flowing red hair and a laugh that sounds like crystal bells. While Stu is darkly complected, Betty’s skin is like ivory, with a dusting of freckles across her nose.

They removed their coats, and of course, both were obviously decked out for sex fun, Stu in his leather pants and white sweater and Betty all dolled up in a clinging, low-cut wraparound dress in some sort of glimmering lame-like material. She was balanced on high, high heels and had great rhinestone earrings. We were tickled by their party clothes, and we all sat down by the fire.

Stu made several phone calls but was unable to get someone to come look at the car until the next day. He and Betty kept apologizing for interrupting us, but we assured them that it was no imposition and insisted they stay with us until the storm was over.

The warmth from our drinks and the fire began to spread through all of us. Betty stood and stretched her long, slender legs and looked around at the erotic art we have on the walls. She sighed, “Stu and I believe the human body is the most beautiful thing in the world. I’m a little warm; do you mind if I take my dress off?” Looking at each other in fascination, Clint and I quickly assured her that it was perfectly acceptable to both of us, especially with me in a blue satin teddy and Clint in his robe.

Standing up, Betty unwrapped her silvery dress, and sure enough, she stood before us in a red lace corset, G-string and stockings, ready to party. Her firm breasts overflowed the thin lace cups, and her rosy nipples jutted out over the lace. She has such a small waist, and her hips and legs are soft and smooth. She smiled seductively at both of us and even turned around so that we could get a better look at her body.

Moving over to Clint, Betty knelt in front of him. Slipping her arms around his waist. she asked us all if it wasn’t time that we made our own Christmas party. Clint looked at me and I nodded quickly, as I’ve always found both Stu and Betty very exciting. I moved over to sit next to Stu, and as I put my arms around his neck, he drew me to him for a long, deep kiss. Leaning over him, I pulled his sweater up over his head. Grinning, I began to lightly run my fingers through his dark mat of chest hair. Pulling me into his lap, Stu began to caress my body while kissing my neck and shoulders.

I purred happily. I loved the way his cool hands caressed my back and then moved to gently cup my small breasts.

Glancing over his shoulder, I could see that Betty had pulled open Clint’s robe and was teasing his cock with her long, talented pink tongue. Clint’s fingers were locked in Betty’s long hair and his eyes were glazed as he enjoyed her expert ministrations. I watched as her red lips slipped over the head of my husband’s cock and slid down the silky shaft. As her mouth enveloped the thick shaft, my mouth watered-tasting him in my mind.

Soon Stu drew my attention back to him by slipping his long lingers underneath my teddy and beginning to tease my clit. Sliding his fingers along my wet slit, he smiled shyly. “I’d forgotten about you being totally shaved. That’s so sexy.” I chuckled at that and stood up to slip the teddy off my shoulders and down around my hips.

Moving close to him, I nuzzled Stu’s face with my breasts. He kissed a nipple and then pulled it into his mouth, sucking intently on it. He then began to plant little kisses on my stomach, pausing to slide his tongue into my belly button. Because I’m so ticklish, I lost my composure and had to step away from him for a moment. Stu pulled me close again and pushed my teddy down around my feet and helped me step out of it.

He looked intently at my bare mound and stroked it gently, arousing my clit with his tender touch. Then he picked me up and laid me down on the fluffy rug. I smiled up at him as he unfastened his pants and stepped out of them, revealing a huge cock ready for action. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he knelt down and bent over me. The feel of his body against mine as we explored each other’s body with our hands and mouths set my blood to racing.

“I’m ready!” I exclaimed. “Take me now!” The anticipation of making love to this wonderfully familiar old swing partner while Clint enjoyed Betty was almost more than I could bear. Placing the head of his cock just at the lips of my cunt, Stu moved inside me with a slow, demanding motion. And then he was fucking me. Moving with him, my hips thrust upward on each downward stroke, trying to encompass all of him as he plunged into me. I cried out in ecstasy and my legs wrapped themselves around his waist as he grasped my writhing hips in his hands and pulled them up off the floor. My orgasm carried both of us over the edge, and Stu moaned as he spurted his passion. Collapsing in a tangle of arms and legs, we held each other and tried to take slow. deep breaths.

Stu nudged me and pointed at Clint and Betty. Wrapped up in their own pleasure, they didn’t even notice us. Betty was on her hands and knees with Clint behind her, impaling her on his engorged cock. Her long red hair was tossing about as she twisted her head from side to side and made little sounds of pleasure. Clint’s hands on her waist controlled the speed and pressure of each thrust. Stu and I watched as Clint matched his rhythm to Betty’s state of arousal. After Betty had come several times, Clint speeded up and exploded in her soaked pussy. Putting his arms around her, Clint rolled over onto the floor. taking Betty with him. He cuddled her close. kissing her and stroking her arm.

Stu and I went to the kitchen for a little tray of fruit and cheese — this sudden, impromptu swing had certainly worked up quite an appetite in us! As we all sat in front of the fireplace, Clint and I told our old friends what a wonderful Christmas present it was to have them appear on our doorstep like that. They grinned and blushed. but the evening was far from over.

After kissing both Stu and Clint, I took Betty in my arms and began to kiss her lightly. She responded warmly and pulled me down to the floor on top of her. Murmuring softly, we rubbed our bodies together, each of us enjoying the sensuous feel of smooth, female flesh against her own. Moving down her body, her alabaster skin glowing, I playfully sucked on one of her rosebud nipples and felt it stiffen in response.

Sitting up, Betty pushed me down onto the floor and knelt between my knees. As she ran her long, manicured fingers down my body, she set my skin ablaze with her seductive touch. She began lightly lapping at my clit with her long, delicate tongue, each touch drawing tiny shudders from my limp body. My hands gripped her shoulders as she began to increase the pressure of her tongue on my clit. Her fingers moving lightly on my thighs and abdomen produced little flutters of delight from me.

Raising her head to look over at our watching men, Betty motioned to Clint to join us. He quickly slid into position behind her. With her ass lifted high in the air, Clint’s cock slipped smoothly into her waiting cunt. She hummed into my pussy as he began with long, deep strokes, filling her with his cock.

I smiled at Stu and invited him to join us. His cock, arching in the fire-light, hovered just above my face. I reached up and guided the glistening member into my mouth, hungry for its taste. Lifting my head, I could feel him convulse as I took him completely into my throat, sucking deeper and move strongly. Leaning over me, Stu sucked on my tits, pulling lightly on the nipples. My back arched as I came, and a moment later Stu’s load poured down my throat. Between my legs I could feel Betty writhing as she and Clint came simultaneously, both of them moaning loudly.

The four of us cuddled close, relaxing in the afterglow. We spent the rest of the night chatting and drinking. By the time we looked outside, it was daylight and the snow had stopped falling. Bundling up, Clint and Stu went out and got Stu’s car started, after which he and Betty headed for home after much hugging and kissing. Holding hands, Clint and I stood on our doorstep and waved goodbye to Betty and Stu. Thanks to them, this had been our best Christmas Eve ever.