Daddy-Daughter Role Play

My wife, Rita, has a very kinky imagination and loves to role play. One of her kinkiest role plays occurred the day after our daughter, Katie, went off to summer camp. Despite being a mother in her mid-30s, Rita has a petite, slender build and a highly toned body highlighted by a pair of A-cup, champagne-glass breasts that are mostly nipple. Her lithe body and pretty face have always looked younger than her years.

I was enjoying an after dinner drink, relaxing while watching TV, when I got a call on my cell phone.

“Hi Daddy,” said a little girl voice. “Could you come up to my room, please?”

I knew Katie was at summer camp, and it couldn’t be her, but guessed who it had to be and was curious what Rita was up to. On the foot of the stairs was a nicely wrapped gift box with a handmade card crayon Valentine-like heart and written in little girl print, “For Daddy, Luv Katie.” I opened the box to find a pair of silk pajamas. I stripped off my street clothes and underwear so I was wearing only silk pajamas, which felt great against my skin.

I went up to Katie’s room. There I saw my beautiful wife in a translucent pink baby doll nightie sitting on Katie’s bed amongst Katie’s stuffed animals, licking a red lollipop. She looked up at me with doe-like eyes, her hair in pigtails,and said in a little-girl voice, “Daddy, I’m lonely and bored. Mommy is away for the week and you’ve just been sitting downstairs watching that stupid old TV. I want you to play with me, Daddy.”

I was shocked at Rita’s depravity. How could she impersonate our innocent daughter in some sexualized perversion? “Wh…What are you doing?” I said as I tried to get my bearings.

“Oh, Daddy, don’t be a big silly spoil sport,” she said in cutsie baby talk. “Come pway with yower widdle baby gurl.” Kneeling on Katie’s bed, her legs tucked under, her, Rita leaned forward so the scoop neck of her baby doll nightie fell open, revealing her darling little breasts. “C’mon, Daddy, pway with me.” Rita had put her hair into Katie-like pigtails, but unlike Katie, had applied red rouge to her cheekbones, heavy red lipstick, false eye lashes, blue eye shadow, and an ample dose of a vanilla-smelling scent.

“I don’t know about this. It’s pretty strange.”

“Pwetty pwease, Daddy.” She gave me such a hopeful, teasing little look. “Widdle Katie wants to pway.” She wrapped her bright red tongue around the lollipop.

I couldn’t believe Rita was actually using Katie’s name, in Katie’s bedroom. Our daughter. It was sick. And yet…and yet…she looked so sexy, my resistance was melting by the second.

Whatever objections my brain was registering, my dick was coming full-tilt to attention. “Are you sure about this….Katie?”

“Oh, Daddy, why do you always have to be so sewious?