With a grin and a lecherously cocked eyebrow, Vicki thanked Fredrick for his help with her stocking.  She was surprised how nice it was to be naked, especially in front of Fred and Beth.  Being naked around George was commonplace, her nudity usually utilitarian as she changed or lounged indifferently.  That same nonchalance remained despite their company, and even titillated her.  She glanced at George, wondering if he would dare object.  There was enough reason for George to take issue; it wasn't as if most men would be glad to see his wife's friend, a mere acquaintance of his, watching her undress, even helping, while masturbating in their living room.  She grinned at her cards, wondering how often Drop Dead Fred might have brought himself to orgasm imagining exactly what he was seeing right now.<br/><br/>Vicki had another reason to smile: her hand was good.  Her three kings were enough to make her sure that she would command the first round of Truth or Dare.  When Beth laid down her straight, she let out a short hum of dissatisfaction.  No real loss, though.  George requested a dare, and the look in Beth's eyes promised something fiendish.<br/><br/>"I dare you to take off your pants and underwear and then choose one other person's underwear to put on its place for the next two turns," Beth said.<br/><br/>Vicki's eyes dazzled with amusement.  "Oh, very nice!  You can certainly have your pick, dear," she said, sweeping her hand over the scattered puddles of discarded clothing.