Afternoon with Nadia

You arrive back home without further incident, still contemplating the events that occurred between you, Karina, and Mia. While you now know The Rod was a horrid mistake, you can only feel that The Coomer was totally worth it. That was a lot of cum, and you know the image of it plastered across Karina's face, Mia licking it off of her while moaning, will be forever ingrained in your mind. Still, a lingering doubt hides behind those memories, questioning you; driving home how thoroughly the app has changed your fate.

"What are you smiling at, Lev?" Mia asks, both girls slowing down to walk beside you. Your brownstone is ahead - the ugly, decrepit building sits as a reminder of your failure as a provider for your family. Your smile fades.

"I was only remembering, Mia."

"He's perving," Karina grins, poking you in the chest. "Can't fool me."

You raise your hands in mock defense, say: "What can I say, you girls make it hard not to."

Mia blushes and takes your arm in hers, while Karina takes your other. You walk between the girls for a few moments, before Mia continues.

"That was the hottest experience I have ever had," she whispers, her cheeks flushing further in embarrassment. "Well, the only experience I have ever had, really."

"Me too," Karina agrees.

"And I want to do it again," Mia continues, firmer this time.

"Me too," your daughter agrees again - her voice full of conviction.

"You girls will be the **** of me," you murmur, and then you're home.

The brownstone sits before you, waiting for you. The girls break away from you and enter, leaving the door open for you to follow behind. You watch them walking up the stairs, their youthful backsides swaying with their hips. Ah, the joys of being young.

Nadia sits in the living room, folding laundry. You join her, taking the empty seat on your couch, and picking up a pair of Karina's pants.

"Oh? Doing laundry now, too?" your wife teases, a thin smile on her angular face. Afternoon light shines in through the living room window, overlooking the outside street. Normally, heavy curtains hang over those windows to prevent any passerby from looking in, but it seems today that Nadia wanted otherwise. Her skin glows in the pale light, and her hair shines, illustrious streaks intertwining with her auburn strands. She wears a black satin blouse with a deep-cut neck in the shape of a v, the top of her breasts barely visible, and black slacks.

"I thought I could be useful around here for once," you say. "Why are you so dressed up? You look... beautiful."

She blushes. You expected her to argue, but this time she holds her words.

"I thought maybe you could take me to an early dinner. Nowhere fancy - but somewhere new. Something we can do together."

"I'd like that."

"Wonderful - it's nearly three now. Let me finish this laundry and get ready to leave."

You help Nadia finish folding the clothes, before heading upstairs and hopping into the shower. Karina and Mia have retreated to their room, and you hear murmuring through the wall. You quickly wash away the remnants of your morning - scrubbing your body clean like it is sin itself you need to wipe away. Afterward, you return to your bedroom to find Nadia putting folded clothes away.

"Here," she says, tossing you a pair of black briefs. You slide them on and open your closet, searching for clothes to wear. It's the weekend, so the result is expected: black jeans with a black v-neck. You get dressed, slide your old tennis shoes on, and turn back to your wife.

She stares at you, her mouth perched in a smirk.

"What?"

"I forgot how handsome you are in black."

You can't help but smile at the slow re-emergence of your wife - Nadia - replacing that frigid creature that had lived with you for so long.

"Come on," you say. "Let's go."

You stride across the room to grab her hand and lead her from the bedroom, towards somewhere new.