A humble game of truth or dare

"So, truth or dare?" Katerina asks you, jumping straight into the game. Despite the vigor in her voice, you have to remind yourself she and the others are still quite tipsy.

"Wait, wait. Don't we need to set some rules?" you ask, raising your hands in mock surrender.

"Oh, right. Umm," Katerina pauses, thinking. "You have to pick truth or dare. You must answer with the truth if you choose truth. Declining it is not an option. If you choose dare, you have to do the dare. Declining it is not an option. But the dare can't be anything dangerous, and it can't take you out of the hotel room. Also, no weird stuff on phones. Actually, no phones at all. Okay, we take turns, rotating in a circle. I think that's all. Oh, and I go first!"

The rules are very...strict. "Uh, can't decline at all? What if I get dared to kiss Nadia in front of you too or something?" you ask.

Katerina rolls her eyes. "Come on, daddy. You know we won't ask anything too bad of each other. Part of this game is trust, after all. But if you get that dare, you better pucker up."

You look at Nadia and Mia. "You two agree to those rules?"

"Sure," Mia says, without hesitation. Nadia sighs deeply, then looks at you. Another shrug. "I guess. What's the worst they're gonna do?" She blows you a kiss, then continues, "besides, I doubt they want to see two old people kissing."

"Well, if everyone else is agreeing to it, I guess I need to too," you say. In your peripheral, you see Mia and Katerina share a glance, and you can't help but wonder what you've just agreed to.

Katerina claps her hands together, then says, "Okay, truth or dare, daddy?"

"Wait, I have to go first? I thought you were kidding." She gives you a pointed look. You think for a moment, then answer, "truth."

"Did you really care that Mia and I ordered wine this evening?"

Surprisingly, it is a seemingly innocent and benign question. "Of course, dear. I care about both of you and don't want either of you to get sick, hurt, or anything else. **** is a nice way to enjoy dinner, but too much can be dangerous. But, as I said earlier, I'd rather you did it with us than alone, or somewhere else. Don't take that as a carte blanche to become alcoholics, though."

"Okay. Thanks for answering honestly, daddy. Mia, you're next." Katerina smiles at you once last time before shifting her gaze to her friend.

She gives you a wink, then looks at Nadia. "Truth or dare?"

"Dare," Nadia says, immediately.

"Give Lev that kiss you were talking about earlier."

Nadia rolls her eyes, failing to hide a grin. She crawls towards you and plants a soft, tender kiss on your lips. Looking past her, you can see Mia's eyes locked onto your wife's ass, a faint blush growing on her cheeks. Her hand subconsciously drifts between her own legs and traces the inside of her thigh. You imagine Mia diving forward, pulling Nadia's shorts down and eating her out, and you curse your aching cock for these intrusive thoughts. Mia's eyes meet yours, and she blushes a cherry red.

Nadia pulls away and settles back into her spot, before shooting Mia a wink. "Not too horrible, I hope."

"No, very sweet. I hope I have a man one day that kisses me like that," she murmurs back, suddenly downcast.

Katerina kicks her with her foot, and Mia winces. "Sorry," she continues.

"It's alright, dear. I hope you do, too," Nadia says and pats Mia's knee. Her fingers linger there for a moment, tracing a shape on the younger girl's skin, then pull away. "Now, my turn. Mia, truth or dare?"

Mia looks up to meet your wife's gaze, obviously surprised at being chosen by her. "Um, truth?"

"Is that a question?"

"No, no. Truth!"

"Tell me what that man is like, the one that will kiss you as Lev kisses me?"

You're surprised at Nadia's question and the undertones it carries. But, then you think about the changes the app has fostered within her. Whereas before she was reclusive, quiet, or repressed, she is now open, sensual, and eager. Perhaps her polyamorous tendencies are shining through, unknowingly? Or, more daunting, maybe she is fully aware of what she is saying?

"Well," Mia begins. "he would be tall, of course. Muscular, but not too much. Maybe athletic is a better word. But most importantly, he would care about me. Take care of me. But not like as a kept woman or anything like that. Just in general. Protect me from the bad things out there, and help me through life. Maybe do the things my dad was never around to do. And some more besides," she says, dreamily.

Nadia thumps Mia on the knee, saying, "Hey, Lev is mine!" Mia suddenly freezes, looking between the two of you, before Nadia burst into laughter. "I'm sorry, dear, I couldn't help it. I'm sure you'll find a man like that before you know it."

And with that, it is your turn. You look to Katerina. "Truth or dare?"

"Dare, of course!" she beams.

"Can you still do a handstand split?"

Katerina nods, her eyes narrowing in suspicion.

"Then do one, right now! Just don't fall, please, if you're too drunk."

You haven't seen Katerina do any gymnastics since that happened, and it's a shame. She was always incredibly talented at it, despite her teacher, and you don't want those memories to all be ruined. Perhaps you can replace them with some better ones, like this one.

"Okay, everyone out of the way," she says, then stands up from her place in front of the leather couch. Without waiting, she immediately rocks forward into a perfect handstand, then drifts her legs apart into a perfectly controlled horizontal split. Mia smiles at the sight of her friend doing something she used to love, and even Nadia gives you a faint wink. "Beautiful," you say, clapping for your daughter. "Quite beautiful. And, you managed to do it after drinking so much wine. Very suspicious, actually."

Katerina falls back to her feet and gives you a pointed look. "As if a few months out of practice would prevent me from doing something as simple as that. I'll have you know I still have all of my flexibility. I stretch every morning, you know."

"I didn't, actually."

"Yeah, yoga has been really helpful. I started doing it in my spare time after I stopped gymnastics. Maybe more as a mental thing than anything else."

Mia nods behind her. "I've been doing it too. We could all do it together sometime."

"Oh, that sounds fun," Nadia says.

"But that's for later. Now, it's my turn!" Katerina says, then looks at her mother. "Mom, truth or dare?"

"Truth," Nadia answers, as quickly as before.

"Lately, I've noticed you and dad have gotten a lot closer again. Why? Everyone here knows that even a month ago, you were a totally different person towards him."

Well, damn. Right out of the gate with a heavy hitter against her mother. Maybe that jealousy wasn't as distant as you thought.

"Well," Nadia says, lowering her head as she speaks. "I realized..."

Her words are interrupted by a knock on the door. Nadia looks away suspiciously, while Katerina jumps to her feet. A faint smile rests on Mia's face. This entire game is very suspicious, indeed.

You stand up to look at the entryway door as Katerina opens it. A hotel staff member is on the other side, although you can't hear what they say. Only the, "thank you very much, sir," from your daughter in response. She closes the door with one hand, and you're surprised to see her turn around with two bottles of wine in her offhand, a set of cups resting on one of the stems.

"Hey, what is that!" you stutter. "Wine room service? He didn't even check your ID!"

"Well, I told them it is okay, Lev," Nadia says, pulling you back down onto the floor with one hand. "They're having fun, dear. It's alright if they want to have a few more glasses in the safety of our room."

You sigh. Katerina stops, looking at you, waiting. After a few moments, she asks, "Is it really okay, dad? I'll put them away if you tell me to."

Another sigh. "No, no. It's fine, I guess. Just don't drink too much. I don't want anyone getting sick."

You've hardly finished speaking before Katerina is plopping back down into her spot in front of the dress-strewn leather couch, uncorking the bottles and pouring out glasses to the other giggling girls.