Sexual Roll Playing

Sexual Roll Playing

One Friday evening my wife talked me into letting our fifteen-year-old daughter go out to a party. I was not happy with it but my wife assured me that she would make it worth my while.

We had recently gotten into some roll playing. She went to yard sales a lot and to the local thrift stores. In the process she gathered up or made several different outfits. They were Cheerleader and Football Player, Harem Girl and Sheik, Cop and Hooker, Cowboy and Indian Maiden, and Catholic Schoolgirl and Head Master. We had enjoyed each one a few times already.

Tonight she promised me something new. It was Rapist and Raped. So like I said before I reluctantly let my daughter Lucy go out to the party.

I thought that she looked like the Hooker my wife pretends to be sometimes. She had on a white blouse that was only buttoned halfway so that most of her red bra showed. She had put something padded of sorts under and to the outside of her breasts to enhance her cleavage. It was something that her mother had bought her. Her blue jeans were torn, too tight, and her red thong panties showed above them.

I jokingly said, “I need pictures of this just in case you get abducted, raped, or even something worse. She posed for me as I took front, both sides, and back pictures. Then I took close-ups of her cleavage, her panties about her waistline, and her pussy. Those pants fit her crotch like a glove. They outlined her mound and even slipped into her slit. I was horny as hell. I told Lucy to go to the party and then grabbed my wife and dragging her to the bedroom. She giggled all the way.

Once there she said, “Looking at your sexy daughter turns you on hey!”

I confessed, “Yeah! It did! Did you see how sexy she looked!”

My wife said, “She reminds you of me doesn’t she?”

I said, “Yes she does!”

My wife said, “Okay! So think about her while you rape me!”

I said, “Okay!”

Then we got dressed in our new costumes. Mine was all black. I put on black pants with a nice big zipper where my cock would stick through. I put on the black shirt, gloves, and a ski mask. My wife put on an old fashion gingham dress with an old thin bra and some cotton panties. She told me that I could tear everything up as I exposed her. She said that I should shove her own used panties into her mouth to keep her from crying for help. She handed me a length of rope with a loop on one end so that I could snare her hands and tie her to the bed headboard. Once ready I went downstairs, counted to a hundred, and snuck back upstairs to catch the unsuspecting young lady off guard.

When I got to the top of the stairs my wife was singing a dirty little tune…

I’ve got a girl over the hill, honey, honey,
I’ve got a girl over the hill, babe, babe,
I’ve got a girl over the hill, she won’t but her sister will!
Honey in deed I do!
Give me your left, your right, and your left!
Give me your left, your right, and your left!

I’ve got a girl in New York City, honey, honey,
I’ve got a girl in New York City, babe, babe,
I’ve got a girl in New York City, she’s got freckles on her tittie!
Honey in deed I do!
Give me your left, your right, and your left!
Give me your left, your right, and your left!

I’ve got a girl in Tallahass, honey, honey,
I’ve got a girl in Tallahass, babe, babe,
I’ve got a girl in Tallahass, she’s got dimples on her ass
Honey in deed I do!

That’s when I rushed into her room, grabbed her, covered her mouth, and threw her onto the bed.