Wardrobe change.

"Oh, you're dead," Charlotte's face took on a sinister aspect. "Remember that cute little outfit you packed?"

"No fair! We agreed that no clothes come off."

"They aren't coming off. You're just changing outfits... in the back room."

"You are such a bitch." Helen groaned, moving to her backpack "I'll get you for this."

"Promises, promises." Charlotte giggled.

Helen grabbed her backpack and disappeared through the back door. With nothing to do until she returned, I took the opportunity to light a fire. The soft light was nice, and helped stave off some of the shadows inflicted by the rain.

When I heard the back door opening, I turned to look, along with everyone else in the room. The best way to describe Helen's appearance when she stepped back into the room would be boner-inducing, and with respect to the other members of her audience, pussy-lubing.

She had done nothing to her face or hair, but the change in her wardrobe was astonishing. She wore a light blue baby-doll, which reached from the tops of her taut breasts to right below her crotch, completely covering her torso. The fabric was slightly transparent, giving hints of her pleasant curves and other features. Below the garment there were a matching pair high cut panties, which revealed the full expanse of her long, gently tanned legs.

"Don't you say a word." Helen looked at me sharply.

"Ahh, honey, your mouth's hanging open. Might want to see to that." My wife gently chided me, and I realized that my mouth was indeed hanging open at the vision of loveliness before me.

"What's the point of playing if I can't enjoy it?" I asked, making certain that my mouth was shut.

"Pig." Kaila admonished me.

Helen moved to sit next to the fire, demurely bringing her legs together as she sat on the smooth stone. I couldn't help but follow her sure and confident stride. I took in the smooth lines of her legs, and the well toned muscles that moved beneath her skin.

"Ok, Kaila, my turn." Helen pursed her lips in a slight sneer.

"Let's see, oh, how bout Dare." Kaila grinned, looking at Charlotte with an expectant smile.

"All right, Change into your underwear in the back room, then run down to the end of the driveway and back."

"It's raining!" whined Kaila, before sighing at the intent expression on Helen's face. "I'll get you." She growled, heading towards the back room.

She emerged a few moments later, dressed in women's jockey shorts and a plain white bra. Even though I had seen her numerous times before, the sight of my lovely wife in these circumstances was quite stimulating. I kept glancing back to Helen's garment, admittedly perverted thoughts running through my brain.

"You are all dead when I get back." Kaila threatened as she opened the front door, causing the dull roar of the downpour to resound in the room. She paused for a moment, and then took a breath. An instant later, she was gone, the door banging shut behind her.

"So, Kaila's gone... Brent, you're up!" Helen laughed, glancing out the window at the dark sky.

"One second," I cautioned running back to the bathroom to get a towel, before returning to my seat on the floor. "She's gonna want it," I explained.

"Okay," I glanced at the scantily clad Helen, and the fully dressed Charlotte. "Charlotte, Truth or Dare?"