Waiting...still.

The credits of your favorite Christmas movie roll across the screen.

You check your phone and see it's nearly seven. You need to get ready or you're all going to be late for your reservation. You stand from the couch, stretch, and head towards your bedroom door.

Your fist raps a tune on the door and say, "Hey, girls, I need to get dressed. We need to leave in a few minutes."

"One second, we're almost done," Nadia answers from the other side.

"Alright, I'm waiting outside."

"Go sit back down, we'll come out shortly."

You sigh and return to the couch. Just as you take your place again, you hear the door open and turn to look. To your surprise, Mia is standing there. She struts out of the bedroom, the other girls not visible behind her, and strikes a pose in front of you.

"How do I look?"

Beautiful. Absolutely fucking beautiful. Her brunette hair is curled in small waves, and she wears a tight creme slip dress, highlighting the tan tone of her skin, that falls just above her ankles. She wears black stilettos, giving her a few extra inches that she normally does not have.

"Gorgeous," you answer, after soaking in the sight of her for a few moments. "You look beautiful, Mia."

She giggles, then walks past you to the other side of the room. Your eyes track her at first but then jerk back towards your bedroom door at the sound of a nervous cough. Your daughter is there, wrapped in a strikingly familiar burgundy dress, the fabric hugging her curves in luscious waves. She does a model walk, similar to Mia, until she is standing directly in front of you. She leans down, drawing your eyes to the slit cut into the center of her dress, and whispers into your ear, "I hope that this night ends as good as the last one when I wore this dress,"

You gulp. "Me too, dear. Wow, you are so beautiful. You both look wonderful."

"Oh, and what about me?" Nadia says, making her entrance. Katerina giggles and joins Mia on the far side of the room, allowing your attention to center on your wife.

Her hair is wound in a tight braid against the side of her head, and she wears a black, sleeveless satin dress that clings to her frame. A pearl necklace hangs from her neck, gently swaying against her chest as the peaks of her breasts push against it with each step. The dress struggles to contain her curves, fighting against them all the way to where it stops just above her knee. Her feet are dressed in bright red high-heels. Not as narrow or tall as the other girls, but still enough to make her ass pops as she does a slow twirl in front of you.

"I think you girls may just give me a heart attack tonight."

Nadia laughs and swats your arm, before pointing towards the bedroom. "Alright, your turn. We don't want to be late, after all."

You struggle to tear your gaze away from the model-like women that surround you, but you do. You close the door behind you as you enter the bedroom, strip down, and redress in a casual gray suit that you've had for a decade.

You look at yourself in the mirror, admiring the man there. Admiring your luck. With a shit-eating grin on your face, you exit the bedroom.