As the clock struck midnight, Tramp stood outside the bedroom door, his heart pounding wildly with each passing second. The moon cast a seductive glow through the window, illuminating his path in a tantalizing fashion. Nearby, he could hear the muffled moans of pleasure echoing from another room, where Balto was already engaged with Lady in their electrifying game. The two couples were swingers, exploring the boundaries of their relationships in an electrifying game of desire.

Slowly, Tramp raised his hand to knock, the anticipation building within him. Just as his knuckles were about to make contact with the wooden surface, the door swung open, revealing Jenna standing before him - a luscious vision cloaked in nothing but a thin nightgown. The delicate fabric clung to her curves, accentuating her every feature and leaving little to the imagination. Her fiery red fur beautifully contrasted with the pale creaminess of her breasts. Tramp's gaze was drawn to her chest, where her nipples pressed eagerly against the fabric, begging for his touch.

"Hello, Tramp," Jenna purred, her voice low and sultry, sending shivers down his spine. "I was expecting you."

Tramp held her gaze, his voice husky with desire. "I couldn't resist the invitation," he breathed, his eyes roaming over her body. "You look incredible in that, Jenna."

Jenna bit her lip, her smile widening mischievously. "Do I?" she asked playfully, tracing a finger along the edge of her nightgown. "I hope you like what's underneath as well."

Tramp chuckled, his hazel eyes drinking in the sight of her. "Oh, I have no doubt about that," he said, reaching out to brush a finger against her cheek. The light fur felt like silk between his fingers, and he could feel the heat emanating from her body.

"I bet you didn't come here just to admire my nightgown, did you?" she replied, her voice low and throaty.

Tramp chuckled, his eyes roaming over her luscious curves. "No, but it's a good start,"

"I hope that means you’re up for seeing what kind of trouble we can get into."

Without hesitation, Tramp stepped closer, closing the distance between them. His heart raced as Jenna's warm body pressed against his, her hands grasping his shoulders possessively. Their lips met in a passionate kiss, tongues dancing together as they savored the taste of one another. Their hands roamed over each other's bodies, exploring every curve and contour as they lost themselves in the heat of the moment. As Tramp's fingers found the hem of Jenna's nightgown, he lifted it slowly, revealing the matching lingerie panties beneath. He slipped his fingers underneath the delicate fabric, caressing her hips and feeling the smoothness of her flesh. Jenna moaned softly, her fingers tangling in his fur as she pulled him closer.

Their lips separating, Jenna took a step back. “I’ll take that as a yes.

Tramp raised his eyebrows, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. "And here I thought you were inviting me in to listen for a little music. Maybe play a game of chess?"

"All my music you’ve heard and I was never any good at chess," she replied, running her fingers down Tramp's chest as she eyed him with a sly grin. "But I do have a couple of other games in mind."

"I'm intrigued," he said, mirroring her playful tone. "Care to explain?"

Jenna bit her lip, her eyes sparkling with desire. "I think it's better if I show you," she whispered, taking his hand and guiding him into the bedroom. "Would you like to come in?"

Without hesitation, Tramp stepped over the threshold, his eyes never leaving hers. The door closed softly behind them, leaving the rest of the world outside.