Put on some music and dance.

You need to get these bodies intertwined. You tell all the parents that one of the things you and Emma love the most is dancing together, that it's done such wonders for your relationship even in rough patches, and that it's great for improving communication and sharing desires. Before anyone can comment, you're already on your feet and pulling up a little playlist on Spotify. It starts off with some innocent holiday numbers, before getting a bit more sultry. The snow is coming down, and baby, it is indeed cold outside. The music starts to lilt out of your speakers as you coax the older folks to their feet.

You don't have a lot of trouble pairing them off, putting your dad with Emma's mom, and vice versa. You say it'll be fun to get to know each other, and everyone has their own private idea of how that should go. You know that all parties involved wish they were wearing less clothes, especially with how hot it's getting in here. You decide to go pull the turkey out of the oven while they get cozy.

Your Mom wastes no time getting in close with Emma's Dad. She pulls him in close in a slow dance, and pushes her crotch up against his, eager to get a private feel of what he's packing. Emma's Dad feigns ignorance, but grinds back as they waltz around the room. He lets his hands sink lower and lower on your Mom's waist, waiting for her to stop him. Your Mom has been sleeping around since you left her with your free-use sex instructions. The paperboy and the mailman were her first extra-marital adventures, then her boss, and a few of her friend's husbands. But Emma's Dad, here, with her husband and his wife in the same room, that's a whole new level of wrong and she can barely resist the urge to throw caution to the wind and start undoing his zipper. She pushes her chest up against his and cuts him some serious bedroom eyes.

At the same time, Emma's Mom and your Dad are getting their own kind of friendly. Dad starts off by busting out some old moves from when he was a young stallion, but Emma's Mom has been practicing some new ones, swaying her hips ever so suggestively as she does a slow spin, letting him get a long look at her well-aged body. He likes everything he sees, and seeing his own wife clearly starting to get personal with another man is having a competitive effect on him. He makes his way in and sidles up behind Emma's Mom, running his hands up and down her sides. He tries to make sure that Emma's Dad isn't looking, but he's fully absorbed by your Mom. Your Dad feels safe that Emma's mom is sending him a signal, and lets his hands go down around her hips.

The room is at a simmer, with neither side quite being willing to make the move that will clinch it. All of a sudden, your Mom plants a kiss on Emma's Dad, fully aware that both your Dad and Emma's Mom are watching. There's a brief pause, before your Dad gives Emma's Mom a little tushy squeeze, still staring directly back at the other pair of partners.

They laugh it off awkwardly, saying it must be the booze talking a bit. They all feel a bit more comfortable with each other, but also feel like they've overstepped a boundary and might be found out for real at any time. The stakes feel even higher, and now so much more enticing.

That's when the doorbell rings. Emma and Sophia are here.