<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://www.irreverentgent.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/02/How-to-Look-More-Handsome-intro-279x300.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Time:</strong>9:40'ish PM<br/><strong>When:</strong>Party Night<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Chris & Charlie's Home<br/><strong>Mood:</strong>Cozy (https://data.whicdn.com/images/86896631/original.jpg)<strong><br/>Tagging:</strong>Sofia | Charlie<hr/><br/>Chris set the pizza down, locked the door and kicked off his shoes as Charlie went to change clothes.<br/><br/><strong>"Alexa, Play Holiday Music" </strong>he called out to the bluetooth device for some ambient background music as he made his way to the living room and fireplace, to start a fire in the gas logged fireplace.  As he turned back to grab some pizza, his jaw nearly hit the floor seeing Charlie standing in the doorway with some of the sexiest lingerie she owned, acting as if it was nothing to prance around the house  in the sheer, see-through silk and lace garnet, which left little to the imagination.  He shot a dumbfounded look towards his wife, and to Sofia. It was the type of stuff she wore when she had planned to be intimate, but never infant of Sofia, thought they had showered together and seen each other naked hundreds of times.  He chuckled, she had to be drunk.<strong>"Damn Babe!   MMMM you trying to tempt me with dessert before we even eat dinner?" </strong>he winked, chalking it up as  an anything-can-happen type of evening, because the girls were already setting that vibe.<br/><br/>Chris poured himself a glass of wine. As he stood in the kitchen, leaning against the large island granite countertop, he shook his head and his eyes at the antics of the two women. It was going to be one of those nights. The drinks from the party already had the girls drunk, giggling and whispering among themselves. God only knows what they were talking about, their hushed smirks, shooting glances over at Chris. It actually had put him on edge, suspicious to say the least.  His first inclination was that he had a string of cheese on his chin or lip, from the first piece of pizza he devoured in 4 bites. Checking the hallway mirror confirmed it wasn't that.<br/><br/><strong>"What are you sneaky little Girls gossiping about over there?"</strong>he questioned, reaching for a second slice of pizza.  He got no response, just amused looks from his wife and Sofia as they disappeared into the living room, sitting on the cozy couch, opposite the fireplace.  The moonlight peeked through the curtains, helping to illuminate the dim room, which had warmed up nicely.  The flickering light danced off of Charlie's smooth shaven legs.  Chris followed the girls, pausing as they both patted the seat between them, up to some sort of mischief.<strong>"I don't know what you kids are up to, but I have wine in my hand. Whatever you do, don't make me spill it!" </strong>he said in a stern, almost parent like voice.<strong>"Or you'll both be spanked and sent to your room!" </strong>he followed up, in a more joking tone of voice.<br/>He took a seat and reclined snugly between both girls, his body tense, unsure what their intentions were.<br/><br/>