The night is young

You arrive back to your hotel room a few minutes later, having been thoroughly distracted by the still lingering touch of your wife. To your surprise, it looks as though a tornado has whirled its way through your sitting area and into your bedroom. Discarded shoes cover the floor, and a familiar pair of dresses drape across the back of the couch. The door to your bedroom is closed, and you hear faint murmuring coming from behind it.

Nadia's hands sneak around your waist, and you feel her breasts press into your back. "Looks like they're distracted for a moment. Think I can distract you, too?"

"I don't think-" you begin.

"Shh," she whispers and steps away. "Help me."

You turn to see her back facing you, her fingers fumbling with the zipper at her neck. You gently slide the zipper down, revealing her porcelain skin beneath, until it stops at three-quarters down her back. You trace your finger across her bare skin and she shivers, leaning into your touch.

You release the dress from your other hand, and it falls to the floor, pooling around her feet in a mound of black satin. She is naked, stunningly naked, before you.

Nadia steps from the dress and faces you, revealing her naked form to your gaze. As always, she is beautiful. Breasts that have only grown more attractive with age, seemingly fuller and heavier than the last time you saw them, with tantalizing blue lines webbing across her skin that unify into cherry red, gumdrop nipples. Smooth, flawless skin that defies the child she had so long ago. She twirls in front of you, her heels clicking against the floor, and giggles. "Like what you see?"

"You know I do," you murmur, stepping closer. Your arms engulf her in an embrace, flattening her chest against yours, and you seal her next unspoken words with a gentle kiss.

Your touch awakens something in her, and her body surges against you. One hand wraps around your neck, while the other reaches out to the bathroom door beside you. You hear it open, but the sound is forgotten as you rediscover her tongue with your own. It carries the faint flavor of fermented grapes.

"Come," she says, breaking your kiss and dragging you into the bathroom with one hand. You follow your wife, watching her ass sway in the mirror behind her. She closes the door behind you, locks it, then tugs at your suit jacket. "Lose it," she whispers, resuming your kiss between syllables. You pull the old jacket off and toss it onto the bathroom counter, while Nadia unbuttons your belt and undoes your pants. Before you can realize what she's done, your pants hit the floor and she's eagerly stroking your cock with one hand, while her other presses the back of your head into her.

Nadia breaks your kiss and drops to her knees, her legs splayed outwards due to the heels she still wears. She inhales your cock in one motion, her hand drifting down to massage your balls, and then pulls off. Then she inhales it again. And again. You feel a building wave of pleasure within yourself, and your eyes drift closed at the sensation your wife is plying you with.

"Not so fast, mister," she whispers and stands. She turns away from you to lean against the counter, then meets your gaze in the mirror. "Well, what are you waiting for?"

You look at your wife bent over in front of you and are reminded of a similar situation in your kitchen such a short time ago. But that memory dissipates as you sink your cock into her, immediately filling her womb and eliciting a moan of pleasure from her. "Fuck me," she whispers, her eyes closed in ecstasy. Her fingers clench and unclench against the counter, and you slowly begin to fuck your wife. Gently at first, more of lovemaking than anything, but picking speed until your balls slap against her mound with a regular rhythm. She is tight, wet, and steaming for you. Her body responds to every touch, every sensation, and you feel her pleasure entangling with your own. Your orgasm building, intertwined with hers, ready to surge--.

A knock on the bathroom door interrupts you, and your eyes blink open in frustration. "Hey, I really really really need to pee. I'm sorry to er... interrupt. But can I come in? Sorry," you hear Mia say from the other side of the door. "Sorry," she repeats again.

You exhale your frustration, and Nadia gives you a sympathetic look. "It's okay, dear, just one moment," she says back to Mia, then slides off of your cock. "Better get dressed," she murmurs to you, while she wraps a towel around her chest.

A few moments later and Mia enters the bathroom, her face flushed red. She's wearing a white string tank top, a black sports bra, and a pair of black yoga shorts that do little to hide the shape of her mound. "Sorry again, I didn't want to bother you two but..." she starts, but you just point to the water closet.

"It's alright, go pee, Mia", you sure, and follow Nadia out of the bathroom. You've barely closed the bathroom door before you hear Mia close the water closet door and plop down onto the toilet.

You sink into the couch with a frustrated sigh, your cock aching in your pants, as Nadia goes into the bedroom to change. You can't help but feel a little agitated, but that in and of itself is also agitating. How many years did you go without sex, and now you can't even make it a day without cumming? You just had sex with Katerina this morning! Feeling frustrated at yourself, you hardly notice when Nadia and Katerina exit the bedroom and sit on the couch beside you. Your wife has changed into a loose t-shirt and gray norts, while Katerina wears similar: a t-shirt with a logo of a keyboard on it, and a pair of black norts. The high heels are gone, to your dismay.

Nadia dims the lights and turns the TV on, while Katerina gives you a poke to awaken you from your whimsical thoughts. "Earth to dad, you alright in there?" Her voice is slurred and slow.

Blinking, you turn to her and give a half-hearted smile. "Sure, dear, I'm fine."

"Ignore him, Katerina. We were just trying to share a moment and were interrupted. It can be frustrating for men when that happens." You raise an eyebrow at Nadia. She's never been one to talk about those kinds of things with Katerina, at least not in front of you.

"Oh, you mean when Mia interrupted you two fucking?" Katerina slurs back.

You expect Nadia to admonish her daughter, but instead, she simply nods.

"Sorry we drank so much wine," your daughter continues, now looking at you.

"Ugh, it's alright dear. I'd rather you do it with me, than with someone else. But you need to control yourself. Too much **** is dangerous. I don't want you to get hurt."

She leans into you and rests her head against your shoulder, before pulling away with a wrinkled nose. "You smell like asparagus. How about you go change."

No sooner has she said the words than Mia walks out of the bathroom and plops down onto the couch beside Katerina. She gives you a sheepish look. "Sorry," she mouths, and you can't help but wink back at her. You smell the sleeve of your jacket and realize you do smell like grilled vegetables, although curiously the other girls don't. Maybe their dresses didn't retain the smells like your suit seems to.

"Alright, alright, I'll go change." You slip into the bedroom and throw your suit into the laundry bag for the hotel staff to handle, then slip on a white v-neck t-shirt and a pair of cloth shorts. You almost grab a pair of baller shorts, but ultimately decide to keep it a little classier.

You return to the sitting area and look around in confusion. "Ugh, what's going on?" you ask, looking at the girls. They've pushed the couch and chairs back and sit around on the floor, their backs resting against the furniture.

"We've decided to play a game! The night is still young after all," your daughter says with glee, that feline look in her eyes once again.

"What game?" you say, cautious.

"Truth or dare, of course," Mia beams, the syllables slurring together. Her grin fades as she slides down the couch, onto the floor.

You look at Nadia, who only shrugs. "Not much else to do. I told them, nothing dangerous. Or weird."

Matching Nadia's shrug, you sit down opposite the three girls.