An evening alone

You return home with Nadia, arm in arm. Your phone vibrates sometimes along the journey - a text from Karina. You decide to open it later. If it is important, she'll call.

The entire walk home, Nadia is touching you. Your hand, your chest, your waist. Something, somewhere. Her intentions are clear. As if there could be any doubt, after what she did in the Rice Room. She wants you.

That's why there is no surprise when you arrive home, and Nadia grabs your hand to lead you upstairs. You follow behind her, your eyes locked on her swaying hips wrapped in those tight black pants. She stops at the bathroom door, pointing towards your bedroom down the hall.

"Wait for me, while I freshen up."

She grabs your neck and pulls you into a quick, wet kiss, before pushing you away with a smile. "Soon," she mouths, and then the door closes behind her. You hear the sink running through the door.

You enter your bedroom and try to get ready for your wife. You remove your shoes and socks. You dim the lights, turning on only a single lamp with a low wattage bulb. You light a candle on your dresser. It's as good as it is going to get.

With a moment to spare, you decide to check your phone and see what Karina sent you. The text message opens, and you are yet again floored by your daughter.

Karina: I think she liked it this morning ;)

Below the words is a picture of Karina and Mia somewhere, possibly Mia's bedroom. Their lips are locked in youthful lust, and you see the shadow of a smile on your daughter's face. Both of their cheeks are flushed with excitement. Your cock leaps at the image, immediately raising to full mast at the sight of your daughter kissing her best friend. Thankfully, it is only a headshot. You can't imagine how you'd restrain yourself if there was more. It is already too seductive.

Lev: Wow. I think she did too.

As you click the send button, you hear footsteps in the hallway, then: "ready?"

You look up to see Nadia standing in the doorway of your bedroom, her arm resting overhead against chipped white trim. She is no longer wearing her blouse or pants - only her satin black bra and a slim, black thong. Her straight dark hair is tied into a ponytail, rather similar to Ana's. Your eyes trace the faint blue veins webbing across her breasts, down her smooth abdomen, and lastly to her toned thighs and the patch of fabric between. She giggles, and you meet her eyes with a sharp exhale of breath. Her face draws you in, as it always did. The curves of her cheeks. The piercing blue of her eyes. A fire within you reignites, roaring to life as though nearly dead but now doused with gasoline. She is beautiful. Your passion roars within your blood, eager to consume. More than anything at that moment, you want her.