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<h1>They’ll frolic and play, fucking in a winter wonderland.</h1><p>By <a href="https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=1049328&page=submissions">RejectReality</a>. Listen to <a href="https://archive.org/download/680754058065264640/Leigh%20Ride.mp3">the ►Podcast</a> at <a href="https://feeds.feedburner.com/steamy-stories">Steamy Stories</a>.</p><div class="npf_row"><figure class="tmblr-full" data-orig-height="697" data-orig-width="700"><img src="https://64.media.tumblr.com/bc3b21354301e902cfa5cfa684cbcdb5/17b57be1db732c0e-89/s640x960/352b2fb1d267f6ddf62e09420262f31ee748fb17.jpg" data-orig-height="697" data-orig-width="700" srcset="https://64.media.tumblr.com/bc3b21354301e902cfa5cfa684cbcdb5/17b57be1db732c0e-89/s75x75_c1/5c2d072847f73bf33ed84c3f6579ab8fe50fdb7d.jpg 75w, https://64.media.tumblr.com/bc3b21354301e902cfa5cfa684cbcdb5/17b57be1db732c0e-89/s100x200/7135efc719321568cb2aa8ac89b0ba47273e2410.jpg 100w, https://64.media.tumblr.com/bc3b21354301e902cfa5cfa684cbcdb5/17b57be1db732c0e-89/s250x400/3cc1328c8c3dd644741a8fd394c347f4d505a764.jpg 250w, https://64.media.tumblr.com/bc3b21354301e902cfa5cfa684cbcdb5/17b57be1db732c0e-89/s400x600/980161e9de6586c46ba5de8a8fbbbc1bd2c9216e.jpg 400w, https://64.media.tumblr.com/bc3b21354301e902cfa5cfa684cbcdb5/17b57be1db732c0e-89/s500x750/cdf1caa0f9791aea427cf6f48c3f2e676a6cf4dd.jpg 500w, https://64.media.tumblr.com/bc3b21354301e902cfa5cfa684cbcdb5/17b57be1db732c0e-89/s540x810/d8b22e2985454544a424ba996a028f50547bb713.jpg 540w, https://64.media.tumblr.com/bc3b21354301e902cfa5cfa684cbcdb5/17b57be1db732c0e-89/s640x960/352b2fb1d267f6ddf62e09420262f31ee748fb17.jpg 640w, https://64.media.tumblr.com/bc3b21354301e902cfa5cfa684cbcdb5/17b57be1db732c0e-89/s1280x1920/046c40eccef254340b20a38008fa7d5c74ab6295.jpg 700w" sizes="(max-width: 700px) 100vw, 700px"/></figure></div><p>Josh finished off his meal before half of the other employees had even made it through the queue. He came from a poor family with three kids, and whoever ate the fastest got dibs on seconds, so he’d been in the habit of wolfing down his food all his life.</p><p>Thankfully, the company had learned from the previous year’s fiasco. The food had been bad enough that they’d stopped going super cheap on company meals, and had found a caterer that seemed to do everything right. It wasn’t a proper family Christmas dinner, but it was as close as one could get on a mass catering scale. The caterer’s track record with good food was the tipping point that had convinced him to make the long drive to the Christmas party. The door prizes were nice — but a long shot. The food was a sure thing.</p><!-- more --><p>Pleasantly full, he chatted with a couple of the other loading dock workers he was friendly with for a few minutes, and then went to refill his iced tea.</p><p><i>So much for that idea,</i> he thought as he approached the beverage dispensers. There were several people on the dock he wasn’t fond of, but Anthony he absolutely couldn’t stand. From the looks of him, he was ranting about something, and he was standing right next to the dispensers. The guy was lazy, full of himself, and bitched constantly about how he was being singled out and treated unfairly — by everyone and everything.</p><p>Another glass of tea wasn’t worth the aggravation.</p><p>Josh glanced at his phone and saw that it was going to be over an hour before they started announcing door prizes. He decided to throw on his coat and head to his car in the parking lot for a while, where he had tunes that weren’t Christmas music, and a bottle of Coke.</p><p>It was a sunny winter’s day with no wind, and so felt far warmer than it actually was. When he climbed in his car on the back side of the hotel, he found that the sun streaming through the windows had kept it warm enough that he didn’t even need the heater to feel comfortable. He drank his Coke, listened to music, and took in the view.</p><p>The hotel where the company had rented the banquet hall wasn’t part of the ski resort proper, but still had a great view of the snow-blanketed mountains. According to the signage, there were hiking trails through the pines and picnic shelters as well. Beyond the mounds pushed up by the plows were pristine natural drifts guided by the lay of the land and whim of the wind. Snow hung thick on the boughs of the pines rising out of those drifts. Above them was the majesty of the mountains.</p><p>It was a far different view than at home, where the mountains were a distant vision — most often blocked by buildings — and the snow was a dingy grey. He knew he could get an even better look if he took advantage of the slight disco

<h1>Bedding Arrangements</h1><p>In 2 parts, based on the works of <a href="https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=228885&page=submissions">Bobbi R</a>. <br/>Listen to <a href="https://archive.org/download/Winter2024/JacobsBed2.mp3">the ►Podcast</a> at <a href="https://feeds.feedburner.com/steamy-stories">Steamy Stories</a>.</p><div class="npf_row"><figure class="tmblr-full" data-orig-height="866" data-orig-width="950"><img src="https://64.media.tumblr.com/03a0455dc3cfd465a1fd79f2e34c8904/435baa8dfa1e0132-70/s640x960/2620a8780095292db588f8a300293be62eca9278.jpg" data-orig-height="866" data-orig-width="950" srcset="https://64.media.tumblr.com/03a0455dc3cfd465a1fd79f2e34c8904/435baa8dfa1e0132-70/s75x75_c1/c06f556621ee02579dd4ee839642d0ee436b48d9.jpg 75w, https://64.media.tumblr.com/03a0455dc3cfd465a1fd79f2e34c8904/435baa8dfa1e0132-70/s100x200/e5165eeca19de63328c9f2bbd16d0c3eccd170df.jpg 100w, https://64.media.tumblr.com/03a0455dc3cfd465a1fd79f2e34c8904/435baa8dfa1e0132-70/s250x400/eb5589f6a7614bc52e713b5d51928b5060c8c126.jpg 250w, https://64.media.tumblr.com/03a0455dc3cfd465a1fd79f2e34c8904/435baa8dfa1e0132-70/s400x600/0c194cec30681124228ab8efdc3332ebd1473256.jpg 400w, https://64.media.tumblr.com/03a0455dc3cfd465a1fd79f2e34c8904/435baa8dfa1e0132-70/s500x750/4f817947c7b0ac662fe865af5ab7e6a306251e3c.jpg 500w, https://64.media.tumblr.com/03a0455dc3cfd465a1fd79f2e34c8904/435baa8dfa1e0132-70/s540x810/5c487726f60868acab49a5de8882e75bde35980a.jpg 540w, https://64.media.tumblr.com/03a0455dc3cfd465a1fd79f2e34c8904/435baa8dfa1e0132-70/s640x960/2620a8780095292db588f8a300293be62eca9278.jpg 640w, https://64.media.tumblr.com/03a0455dc3cfd465a1fd79f2e34c8904/435baa8dfa1e0132-70/s1280x1920/dffc1a567dd9150468b9297e2b6ce645c7289927.jpg 950w" sizes="(max-width: 950px) 100vw, 950px"/></figure></div><p>Leah looked at us both, Rachel still laying astride me. You look amazing together, she smiled. That’s the first time I’ve watched two people fucking. It’s fantastic.</p><p>I loved you being here, said her sister. It was like you really love us.</p><p>I do love you. Leah turned to me. Are you okay, darling Jake? Did you like that?’</p><p>I gave her a kiss. You know I did.</p><p>And you know I still love you, don’t you?’ Leah pressed.</p><p>Yes, I said, and I still love you, more than ever.</p><p>Ah, said Rachel, you two are totally amazing. I love you both.</p><p>What are you waiting for, darling? Leah said to me. Kiss her.</p><p>So with my softening cock still buried in her open cunt, I gently turned my head to my sister-in-law to me and gave her a long loving kiss.</p><!-- more --><p>Unlike in porn movies, we didn’t immediately descend into an endless succession of sexual positions and have orgasm after orgasm until the end of the day. All three of us felt pretty satiated and exhausted. We lay back on the bed, me between the two sisters with my arm round each and their heads resting on my shoulders. Leah pulled the duvet half over us and within ten minutes we were all asleep.</p><p>I was the first to wake up. Rachel lay curled up with her back to me. Leah was lying half turned towards me. They were both dead to the world. I lay for a few minutes thinking about what had happened. Even then, I could hardly believe it. It seemed like a wonderful dream, a mad fantasy. Yet I could still remember the feeling of my cock in Rachel’s cunt, the eagerness of Leah’s lips on mine, her excited encouragement as I fucked her much younger sister. It had really happened, I kept telling myself.</p><p>It was only then that I started to have misgivings. Yes, it had happened; I had fucked my wife’s sister. What now? Would everything change from now on? Would Leah still love me? Would she become jealous? Would it happen again? Rachel was almost 15 years younger than Leah; would I prefer fucking her to fucking my wife? I couldn’t see how things would ever be the same again. I couldn’t envisage a cozy menage a trois; that sort of thing only happened in porn fantasies. Yet there they were: two beautiful naked women lying next to me. I loved them both. I wanted them both. I wanted what had happened; to happen again. I wanted to fuck my wife and I wanted to fuck her sister. I wanted to fuck them both.</p><p>Almost perspiring in my state of confusion I lay rigid. I didn’t dare wake them up in case all they had to say were regrets. I didn’t want my dream shattered. In the end I crept from the bed, grabbed my bath robe and went into the kitchen. I didn’t really have anything in mind, but something told me that what was needed was a quick dose of

<h1>Jakes sister-in-law moves in.</h1><p>In 2 parts, based on the work of <a href="https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=228885&page=submissions">Bobbi R</a>. <br/>Listen to <a href="https://archive.org/download/Winter2024/JacobsBed1.mp3">the ►Podcast</a> at <a href="https://feeds.feedburner.com/steamy-stories">Steamy Stories</a>.</p><div class="npf_row"><figure class="tmblr-full" data-orig-height="866" data-orig-width="950"><img src="https://64.media.tumblr.com/8d92f7521f6344d4c73cc59e2acb4d7a/c88ac612c833f1a0-bd/s640x960/cdd2856451a0a3d8c5203087d5718534e919c0c8.jpg" data-orig-height="866" data-orig-width="950" srcset="https://64.media.tumblr.com/8d92f7521f6344d4c73cc59e2acb4d7a/c88ac612c833f1a0-bd/s75x75_c1/3ea23e853cbbc1908012fc4892967ea40f0fb37b.jpg 75w, https://64.media.tumblr.com/8d92f7521f6344d4c73cc59e2acb4d7a/c88ac612c833f1a0-bd/s100x200/cd216c6f5e959bfde442f9406ac4d8471ce926d2.jpg 100w, https://64.media.tumblr.com/8d92f7521f6344d4c73cc59e2acb4d7a/c88ac612c833f1a0-bd/s250x400/d36c2273a0dacea4605f42dd164b216995cf4701.jpg 250w, https://64.media.tumblr.com/8d92f7521f6344d4c73cc59e2acb4d7a/c88ac612c833f1a0-bd/s400x600/1b498dfd89dac4eee583657e6edfd1a20c924444.jpg 400w, https://64.media.tumblr.com/8d92f7521f6344d4c73cc59e2acb4d7a/c88ac612c833f1a0-bd/s500x750/6a644770a47c23f11ac7a051e86acdcf60861977.jpg 500w, https://64.media.tumblr.com/8d92f7521f6344d4c73cc59e2acb4d7a/c88ac612c833f1a0-bd/s540x810/2ba21a901898049e4e34862db481969fd566972c.jpg 540w, https://64.media.tumblr.com/8d92f7521f6344d4c73cc59e2acb4d7a/c88ac612c833f1a0-bd/s640x960/cdd2856451a0a3d8c5203087d5718534e919c0c8.jpg 640w, https://64.media.tumblr.com/8d92f7521f6344d4c73cc59e2acb4d7a/c88ac612c833f1a0-bd/s1280x1920/eea0ab0a4448d06da34053e29d14ce31986c8252.jpg 950w" sizes="(max-width: 950px) 100vw, 950px"/></figure></div><p>My wife is a wonderful woman. We married when I was thirty-six and she was thirty-five. We’d both been through first marriages that had gone sour and I knew almost from the moment I met her that this one was going to be for the rest my life. My first marriage had been a disaster: I wanted kids but she didn’t; I was a romantic, she was more hard-headed; yet she was the one who went into fits of jealousy every time I so much as talked to another woman. The sex wasn’t that great either. It couldn’t last and we divorced after only five years.</p><p>Leah, on the other hand, was everything any man could want. But I won’t go into details. There’s nothing more boring than listening to a man listing his wife’s virtues. Let’s just say we laughed a lot. Oh, and the sex was amazing. Even after we’d been married a couple of years, we were still at it like rabbits, fucking at every opportunity. Even at the cinema, we’d be unable to keep our hands to ourselves. Halfway through the previews, I’d feel Leah’s hand drifting to my crotch and I’d slip my hand beneath her coat and try to get under her skirt without being seen. </p><!-- more --><p>If our row was empty we’d sometimes manage to bring each other off. Even then, we’d rush home and dive into our bed to fuck for a couple of hours. She could keep me hard even after I’d come and she seemed to be permanently on heat. For those first couple of years we were pretty inventive too. Leah wanted to try out all the positions in the book; and a few that weren’t. Sometimes we’d end up giggling like a couple of schoolkids, but then lust would take over and soon we’d be fucking like crazy again.</p><p>Eventually, though, that phase passed and we settled into just doing what we liked instead of trying to rewrite the Kama Sutra every day. Leah particularly liked me to take her from behind, which always guaranteed an orgasm for her. That position was pretty good for me too, especially when she wanted me to fuck her in the ass, which she did on occasion. I never pushed her, but she knew I liked it. We never settled into a routine, but we certainly slowed down a bit. We both wanted to have kids, but we agreed we’d enjoy two or three years on our own first.</p><p>It didn’t quite work out that way, though, because after only a couple of years, her sister Rachel moved in. Rachel was 22 and had just finished college. She was a lot younger than Leah, almost a mistake by their parents, who hadn’t really planned on extending their family in their 40s. But when she arrived they were delighted, with the result she was spoilt rotten. It was amazing she turned out as level-headed as she did. Perhaps it was because she had such a good role model in her older sister, who she regarded almost as a third parent. Especially for th

<h1>Hot female boss gives man the “okay’ to fulfill his desires.</h1><p>by <a href="https://www.literotica.com/authors/AlexisPeignoir/works">Alexis Peignoir</a>. Listen to <a href="https://archive.org/download/winter-short-stories/HotChocolateWithCream.mp3">the ► Podcast</a> at <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/Steamy-Stories">Steamy Stories</a>.</p><div class="npf_row"><figure class="tmblr-full" data-orig-height="706" data-orig-width="700"><img src="https://64.media.tumblr.com/65eabafac451776f8a6d56901cd58df7/5ae78efbf9ce5a4e-64/s640x960/12e602a3add4a76f97534869cf121e4675ab3884.jpg" data-orig-height="706" data-orig-width="700" srcset="https://64.media.tumblr.com/65eabafac451776f8a6d56901cd58df7/5ae78efbf9ce5a4e-64/s75x75_c1/31341ed2e6aa1cb79f8f29580e2914888e181d55.jpg 75w, https://64.media.tumblr.com/65eabafac451776f8a6d56901cd58df7/5ae78efbf9ce5a4e-64/s100x200/beb6d04db1590a4ed651a294e3e07b0ab0157830.jpg 100w, https://64.media.tumblr.com/65eabafac451776f8a6d56901cd58df7/5ae78efbf9ce5a4e-64/s250x400/e6a1b753186e8e64178a0e3c9328d5eea30e8262.jpg 250w, https://64.media.tumblr.com/65eabafac451776f8a6d56901cd58df7/5ae78efbf9ce5a4e-64/s400x600/6e24393a4462ff1c90d083e88c88f1ad3d1a446e.jpg 400w, https://64.media.tumblr.com/65eabafac451776f8a6d56901cd58df7/5ae78efbf9ce5a4e-64/s500x750/66b28056d3fdb3e32a85e879876773016cafefdf.jpg 500w, https://64.media.tumblr.com/65eabafac451776f8a6d56901cd58df7/5ae78efbf9ce5a4e-64/s540x810/d728bc91958e92586c56fb258aa404489c427437.jpg 540w, https://64.media.tumblr.com/65eabafac451776f8a6d56901cd58df7/5ae78efbf9ce5a4e-64/s640x960/12e602a3add4a76f97534869cf121e4675ab3884.jpg 640w, https://64.media.tumblr.com/65eabafac451776f8a6d56901cd58df7/5ae78efbf9ce5a4e-64/s1280x1920/20ea8fe3dd27fc4a46145570510ea27cf5e8d69a.jpg 700w" sizes="(max-width: 700px) 100vw, 700px"/></figure></div><p> It was pouring with rain that evening when Evan walked into Gray’s Pub and settled on a stool at the far end of the bar. His navy blue suit was tailored to fit his trim physique, and his jet black hair was smoothed back showing a cut jaw, deep charcoal eyes and olive skin.</p><p> He’d loosened his tie and unbuttoned the first button on his white shirt, so he could breathe. The bartender, a short stubby man with a balding head, walked over and eyed the man carefully.</p><p>"The same?” he asked.</p><p>“Yea,” Evan nodded.</p><p> Seconds later, the bartender reappeared with a bottle of Heineken and poured the contents into a glass, then put the bottle down next to it and walked away. Evan picked up the glass and took a long swig, and let the cold brew slide down his throat. It had been a long day; too long as far as he was concerned. What mattered worse was that She was there, with her long blonde hair that fell down her back to her ass, an oval shaped face, full lips, and emerald green eyes that seem to pierce through his heart when she spoke to him causing him to mumble and sputter. </p><!-- more --><p> Damn the woman was fine, as he took another gulp of beer, but she was the boss and there was an invisible “do not touch” aura about her. He needed the job so he didn’t touch, but it was killing him. There were only so many times one could jerk off in the shower to dull the need that burned inside of him. He drank more of the beer and tried to focus on the basketball game on the big screen above the bar. Seeing Evan finish his beer, the bartender came over again to where Evan sat.</p><p>“Ready for another one?” he asked.</p><p>“Not yet,” Evan began. “Rocky what is it about some women that drives a man crazy?”</p><p>The bartender chuckled, “I don’t know what it is, but its how I ended up married. You better watch it or the next thing you know, you’ll be walking down the aisle. She was a real looker and I was blindsided. Now I’m working in this place to get away from her. If you ask me, it’s all a trap.”</p><p>“I guess,” Evan sighed.</p><p>“So who is she?”</p><p>“My boss,” Evan moaned.</p><p>“Damn son, you know how to pick them,” Rocky exclaimed.</p><p>“Yea, like I had a choice. I don’t know what it is about her, but I get hard even when she walks by.”</p><p>“Well, either you tell her how you feel or get another job.”</p><p>“If I tell her how I feel, I’ll have to get another job,” Evan said. “I’ll take that beer now.”</p><p&g