Snow Day - Sex Stories

Snow Day

Chapter 1

It was a cold day in winter, as I stood stirring a large pot of cubed potatoes on the stove. There was a threat of flurries outside. YouTube played soft music in the background, but my mind whirled like the boiling water in front of me. My best friend told me something about her and her husband the other day that has had me unsettled since.

Salina was a friend from college, and we had fallen out of touch until she’d moved back to the area with her husband, Harrison, in tow. It was like pressing play on a favorite movie. Comfortable and familiar. We had them over a few times to welcome them back, and the four of us became nearly inseparable.

Now, we’d see each other nearly every week, my husband and Harrison would play golf or watch sports while Salina would take me shopping for anything and everything. On one of our lunch dates, she mentioned a party they went to the previous weekend. I thought it was a dinner party or something. Nope. She blushed a little before telling me that it was their monthly swingers meetup. I wasn’t shocked so much that my friends were swinging, as much as I hadn’t realized it.

Carrying the pot to the sink, I drained the potatoes to begin mashing them. As I added the milk, the side door opened and shut. “Honey, I’m home.”

I rolled my eyes as a smile cracked my lips. He said that every day he came home. I made a show of sighing, “You’re not gonna stop with that are you?”

Mitch came around the corner shedding his briefcase ...

... and suit jacket. “Not as long as I keep finding you here.” He winked at me, and I cackled.

“You cheeseball. How was work?”

He launched into the latest proceedings that the firm had been undertaking. I knew he tried to dumb it down for me, but it was still Greek. A few minutes later, I translated. “So, you’re making progress?

He laughed. “Absolutely, though painfully slow.”

I put down my spoon and walked over. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I leaned down for a quick kiss. I held my potato-y hands away from his collar.

“Dinner is almost ready, should be good by six.” I returned to the stove and stirred the gravy in the saucepan.

“Are we having our meals on a schedule now?” He sank into a nearby chair.

“Really? You forgot?” At his blank look, I continued. “I’m going to tell Harry and Sali that you forgot all about them.”

“Oh! Whoops. I don’t know how I did since finding out they’re pineapple people.”

I chuckled. “It’ll be interesting hearing about it.”

Just after six o’clock, our friends were there for dinner and a movie.

“How are the kids?” I asked Sali.

“Fine. They’re with my niece, Fran.”

Sometimes they brought their kids, but it wasn’t often. We settled around the table with the mashed potatoes, green beans, and chopped steak at the center.

“This looks good, Ember!” Mitch was saying as he started serving the others.

“Thanks, I’ve been trying classic recipes.” Thankfully, it tasted as good as it smelled.

As conversation flew ...