Not quite yet.

"Truth." She smiled. "You ain't getting all of us bare."

"Ok... What's your favorite sexual position?" I tossed out the first idea I had, admittedly a repeat.

Charlotte grinned at Helen before replying, "Tribbing."

I shook my head, unsure about what she was talking about.

"The scissors? The Fish Slapping Dance?" She amplified, illustrating her point with her hands and two pairs of fingers in a "V" shape, causing me to groan with the realization that she was referring to pussy/pussy contact.

"I think you just embarrassed him." Helen chortled.

"Just a tad." I agreed, blushing slightly.

"And since your wife's gone, I'm gonna hit you back." Charlotte smirked.

"Truth." I answered immediately, unwilling to subject myself to Charlotte's devious mind.

"So, are there any otha reasons you came up here? Y'all swingers or some otha deep dahk secret?"

"Well, Kaila's got aching arms." I shrugged, trying to think of the nicest way to put it.

"Come again?" Charlotte inquired.

"Aching arms..." Helen explained, encircling her arms like she was rocking a child.

"Ooooh, y'all are tryin for a baby!" She looked out at the rain. "Aww, now I really feel bad."

"Kaila's a good sport." I assured her, "She'll probably come back in laughing."

"ALL RIGHT, YOU ALL ARE DEAD!" Came the shout from the porch. The door flew open, and my soaking wet wife came storming in. Her underwear had nearly gone transparent from the rain, and my eyes were naturally drawn to the see-through fabric, and her erect nipples. She angrily kicked off the muddy running shoes she was wearing, and as she did I noticed what looked like a few splotches of mud on her calves.

"Towel?" I raised my hand, holding the item, which was rapidly snatched from me. Kaila wiped the rain from herself, moving next to the fireplace, and sitting down next to Helen.

"How was it out there?" I asked quietly.

"Fucking COLD!" Kaila snarled, wrapping the towel around herself. "It's a damn good thing you started a fire."

A few minutes later, with a warm fire glowing behind her, Kaila's attitude had improved immensely. It was starting to grow darker outside, and I reflected how quickly the day had gone by. I had thought our little game was over, until Kaila spoke up.

"Now, that I'm dry, Brent, Truth or Dare?"

"Oh, fuck no." I laughed. "You aren't going to get me with another embarrassing question, Dare."

"Gotcha." She smirked.

"What, you expected me to pick dare! Crap." I hated that. Kaila often knew exactly how I'd react to her tricks, and I always fell for it.