Answer the question, Nadia!

With a fresh glass of wine in hand, Katerina gives Nadia a pointed look. "Don't think you've gotten out of answering my question, mom."

Nadia sips her glass and smiles. "Never, dear, never." She pauses, swallowing, before setting the glass down beside her. She gives Katerina a gentle smile. "The truth is that you're absolutely right. A few weeks ago, I was a frigid, heartless woman to your father. I mistook his workload for a lack of love towards us, thinking that he was working out of some desire to not be with me. Obviously, that isn't the case. I'm not sure what happened, but I felt a shift in my heart. Lev helped me realize what was really happening. How overwhelmed he was trying to provide for our family. That I'm not an old hag. That he still loves me and desires me. It awakened something within me, and ever since then I've felt my love for him resurge and burn brighter than it ever has." Nadia pauses and looks at you. "I would do anything for you, Lev. Anything you ever wanted, and I mean it. I have a lot to atone for. A lot of angry remarks that I can't take back. I lot of rejected touches that I can only try to replace with welcomed ones." A sadness grows in her eyes as she speaks, until she ultimately turns back to Mia and Katerina. "Maybe this isn't the answer you expected, but let me say this. I love your father. He is a wonderful man. If you're ever so lucky to have a man like him, never make the mistakes that I made."

Mia and Katerina sit quietly for a moment after Nadia finishes before your daughter finally speaks. Her words come in a slow, deliberate slur. "Mom, that was so sweet." Her serious expression breaks into a wide grin, as she continues. "It makes me so happy to hear you say those things. I've sensed that change in you, you know. I've seen the change in dad, too. Everyone is so much happier."

"It's so cute," Mia interjects.

Nadia just smiles at her daughter and her friend, before asking Mia, "Isn't it your turn to ask now, dear?"

"Right, yes!" Mia grins, before panning a narrowed gaze at each of you. After a melodramatic pause, her eyes meet yours in a narrowed squint.

"Lev..."

"Yes?"

"Truth or dare."

"Uhh. Truth."

Mia pauses, takes a breath, and exhales. Her cheeks turn bright red as she speaks. "Do you like girls with big boobs or little boobs?"

Katerina slaps her face with a sigh, while Nadia just rolls her eyes and grins.

You look at your wife, but she just shrugs in response. You can't help but notice where these dares and truths are leading, although you smirk as you realize it doesn't bother you. Not like it might have a few weeks ago. You love these girls, and if they want to ask you weird questions or do whatever else, you'll do it.

"Both. The size of the breasts is irrelevant. I only care about the woman that they're attached to." You give Nadia a playful thump on the leg. "I'm just a sucker for beautiful women, I think."

Nadia rolls her eyes, but she can't help but grin. Mia's blush continues to live on, but she says no more. She shifts against the chair she leans against, raising her knees to her chest and causing the tight lips of her pussy to bulge against her yoga shorts, clearly visible to everyone. You gulp, trying not to stare.

Too late, though, as Nadia immediately picks up on your gaze and pinches you. "Really?" she says, although there is no fire in her words. An unsurprising surprise, you suppose. Of course, she wouldn't care, so long as Mia isn't bothered by it.

"Nadia, it's your turn now."

Your wife also does a melodramatic pan around the room, but you know what is coming. "Lev, truth or dare?" she asks.

An internal war rages as you fight to determine your answer. What would she ask? What would she have you do? You realize that it ultimately doesn't matter, as every girl in this room is infatuated with you. May as well choose the interesting option.

"Dare."

"Figured as much," Nadia murmurs, before looking back at Mia. "If, and only if, Mia agrees, give her a kiss. On the lips. Teach her how a man should kiss her."

Mia's blushing intensifies, and you look between the girls with uncertainty. "Are you sure, dear? Mia, would you like that?"

You know both of their answers, of course, but you have to play your part in allowing the events to unfold.

"If it would make you both happy, I am sure," Nadia answers, her voice calm and steady. "I'm not so stupid as to miss the meaning behind Mia's earlier words."

"Yes," Mia squeaks out. You know the thought of kissing you doesn't really bother her. More likely, the thought of doing it in front of Nadia is filling her with dread. Still, she gave her consent. Beside you, Katerina lets out a barely concealed giggle.

You scoot forward into the center of the group, then past it. Mia has a frozen look on her face. You'd be worried you're taking advantage of her if you hadn't already done this before. You move closer until you're only inches away from her. Her eyes dart to yours, wide and full of panic.

"It's alright, Mia," you say, as you plant a forearm against either side of her head and lean into the chair she uses as a backrest, lowering yourself down to your daughter's friend. You lean in slowly, deliberately, giving her plenty of time to reject you if she chooses to. But she doesn't. Instead, you feel her arms wrap around your chest and loop against your back, feel her pull you into her, and smile as your lips touch. Your kiss is gentle, like the one Nadia shared with you earlier, but you feel the energy in the young girl's limbs. Her eagerness for more. Her tongue licks at your lips for a moment, intense and sensual, but you pull away and lean back onto your heels. "Not so bad, is it?"

"No, not at all," she murmurs, breathless. Her knees rub together, and she raises a finger to trace a line against her lips. Her eyes are far away. Then she stops and looks at you. "Thank you, Lev."

You scoot back to your spot and point to Nadia. "Thank her. It was her dare, after all."

"A very fun one, too," Katerina finally interjects. You look at your daughter and see that look in her eyes, the one you've come to recognize as both sexual and nefarious. She licks her lips as you meet her gaze, and you gulp. She takes a heavy swig of wine from her glass, prompting Mia to do the same, and then raises one of the bottles up. "Refills?"

"Sure, dear," Nadia says, and you sigh. You raise your empty glass into the air too, waiting for your daughter to make her rounds. She's quick, and moments later everyone is sipping on a full glass of red wine.

The wine is alright, and you realize they probably ordered whatever the cheapest option was. Thankfully. Everyone knows you can't afford much more than that, especially at this hotel. Your mind drifts to money problems for a moment, taking you out of the space you're sitting in, until you feel a poke on your thigh.

"Dad, seriously? You gotta quit zoning out."

"It's just the wine, sorry. Who's next?"

"Um, you," Mia answers, finally returning to normal. Well, as normal as she could be after downing so many glasses of ****.

"Oh, right. Okay. Hmm. Who to pick, who to pick." You look at each girl in turn, all of them responding with brilliant smiles. Full trust, you realize. None of them have anything to hide from you, so none of them fear being picked. A refreshing thought.

"Well, Mia, not to pick on you, but...truth or dare?"

"Poor Mia," Katerina mocks, poking her friend in the side with a straightened finger.

"Dare, I guess. Dare!" she says, softly at first and then with more vigor.

A smirk broadens on your lips. "You used to do ballet, right? How about you show us a routine of yours."

"Oh, shit," she murmurs, then looks around. "Sorry." She stands up and strikes a pose, hands raised overhead and feet straight. "I haven't done this in a few years, so I'll be a lot rustier than Katerina was."

"It's all for fun, dear. Don't worry about it," Nadia says.

Mia nods, then launches into a choreographed array of spinning curves and arched lines. You watch her as she dances in silence, something many would consider awkward, but she does it nonetheless. Her form spins and twirls, enticing you to watch her in a sensual fashion. You can't help but undress her as she dances, imagining her form spinning around you without her tank top, that bra, or her yoga shorts in the way. The thought draws you in, sending a shiver down your spine and into your cock in the form of an erection. More intrusive thoughts, no doubt the result of your almost-orgasm earlier in the bathroom. You don't even notice as Mia stops dancing, a slight flush to her chest, and sits down. Katerina and Nadia both start clapping for the girl, and the sound finally breaks your trance.

"Beautiful, absolutely beautiful," you say, smiling at Mia. She smiles back at you, her happiness plain on her face. She may not have performed in some time, but her body remembers it well. And there is no doubt she can see your desire, a direct response to her body, on your face.

In fact, it's probably plain to anyone that looks at you for more than two seconds. You try to quell your thoughts as you realize that.

"That was awesome, Mia. I forgot how great you are at dancing. Maybe you can teach me some moves, one day," Katerina grins. Nadia nods and adds, "I think I'd like to attend that lesson too if you'll have me."

Mia smiles at both women. "Absolutely, maybe it can be part of our upcoming yoga routine."

Katerina claps her hands together and giggles. "I can't wait. But for now, I think it's my turn again. Dad, truth or dare?"

"Uh, I'm starting to feel targeted here. Truth this time, I guess."

Katerina rolls her eyes. "So lame. But alright. Tell us the truth. How did you feel watching Mia dance? The whole truth, not bits and pieces of it."

You give Katerina a look and sigh. A dare definitely would have been better. No doubt, Katerina had seen the look on your face, realized what was running through your head, and is now seeking to expose it to the group. Not maliciously, of course, but still.

You look at Mia while you speak, not knowing what else to do. "I felt... energized. Happy? I'm not sure how to describe it. Mia is a beautiful young woman, and her dancing showcases that beauty. I saw her alone, in my mind, dancing on stage just for me. Twirling through the air in bliss. It was attractive, I won't lie. I saw her as a woman, as I see her now, but I felt the sensuality of her movements. It was nice."

Katerina thumps you on the leg with a fist. "Spit it out," she says, eliciting a giggle from your wife.

"And, uh, I guess it was pretty sexy too," you trail off, looking away.

"Cheeky," Nadia says. "But, I agree. Well said, Lev. At the end there, at least."

You look at your wife with an arched eyebrow, surprised at her words. She shrugs back. "What? She's a beautiful girl." She turns to Mia. "You're a beautiful girl, dear, and a wonderful dancer."

"Thank you both," Mia grins, looking between you. Then turns to Katerina and says, "although, I didn't need him to say it to see how he felt. Part of being a dancer, you know. I could sense it."

"You mean you saw his boner through his shorts too?" Katerina says.

Mia lets out a laugh, nodding in agreement. "Yeah, I did."

You look between the girls, then Nadia, who only smiles and giggles alongside the others.

A strange thing, to be sure.