Kitty, Part 1: The Perfect Wife (ageplay, roleplay, rough sex)

I don’t know exactly when I got so fucking old. I’m not even 40 yet but the little girl that it seemed like yesterday was playing with Barbies was now 18 years old. An adult. It boggles the mind. My wife Regina just laughs and smiles and says all dads feel that way. She says Amira probably has a whole hidden life that would make my head explode. But to me Amira is still Daddy’s little angel.

Now Amira’s best friend Kitty… I have no problem accepting her as an adult. I had somehow managed to build a barrier in my brain that kept me from noticing her for so long but once she turned 18 the dam burst and her adolescent body constantly consumed my thoughts. Regina was not the jealous type and found my teenage crush more hilarious than anything else. She even indulged me in role play when I got too hot and bothered. Playing a teenager was easy enough for Regina who had spent the previous 18 years spending whole days at the gym to regain and maintain her pre-pregnancy body. At 37 my wife couldn’t quite pass as the teenager she had been when we started dating but if you saw her on a college campus you would assume she was a student. She joked that “Filipinas don’t age.” Meanwhile my Irish-Latino ass was finding new grey hairs in my beard every week.

Kitty’s parents Grant and Portia had been our best friends for literally decades. Grant was my roommate when I started college and two years later when Regina (who had been my high school girlfriend) started college, Portia was the first friend she made. They were inseparable and shared everything, including me for a while. Even when Portia began dating Grant we experimented with swapping. Regina and Portia had gotten pregnant at the same time so Amira and Kitty were destined from birth to be friends. They were like sisters. They were born two weeks apart so they were almost like twins. They had joint birthday parties all through school. They went on double dates to every Homecoming and to their Prom. “Reyes” and “Rose” were even close in the alphabet so they’d graduate close together too in a couple months.

“So your little girlfriend is sleeping over tonight,” Regina teased.
“Haha, make fun of the dirty old man.”
“It’s cute. And besides…” she pouted her lips and widened her eyes in an imitation of Lolita-style coquettishness. “If you really feel like pounding a dirty little girl I think we can find one somewhere.”
God damn I married the perfect woman. She ran her fingers over the front of my pants and I wondered how much time we had before-
*Ding Dong*
-the doorbell rang.
“Fuck.”
“It’s fine. Go welcome her in so your friend” she grabbed my ever-stiffening rod “gets nice and worked up for me.”

I headed downstairs. I wanted to wait a minute. I was packing a very girthy eight inches so ever since my teenage years I had a lot of difficulty hiding boners. It was down my left pant leg and I hoped my jeans were loose enough. I opened the door.

“Hello.”
“Brendan! Great to see you!” She hugged me and I felt her thigh brush against my concealed “weapon.” Maybe she didn’t know what it was but given the way she dressed I figured she knew a cock when she felt one.
“Kitty, don’t you think it’s be more appropriate to call me Mr. Reyes?”
“What’s the matter, Brendan? We’re both adults.” The look in her eyes when she said that would definitely be in the front of my mind when I was on top of my wife later that night.
“Still…”
“Oh fine” she mock-pouted. “If it’s ‘more appropriate.’” She rolled her eyes.
The past few weeks her blond hair had blue and pink streaks in it. Her skin was the gold of California girls who hit the beach every week. I wondered if she had tan lines and guessed probably not. Her pink skirt only went down to her mid thighs. Her blouse was tied exposing her midriff that in my comparatively ancient age reminded me of Britney Spears. The top few petals of a rose tattoo (her 18th birthday present to herself three months prior) poked out of the top of her skirt and I never wanted to see a flower more.
“So, Kitty, how’s school?”
“Oh the same as usual, Bren-“ She stopped herself then added in a mock serious voice “Mr. Reyes.”
“Any boys in your life?”
“God, Dad, stop being weird!” Amira raced down the stairs. She had plaid pajama pants and a pink tee shirt on. I could see her nipples poking through. I wished she would put on a bra when company was over but it was just Kitty so I figured it was fine.
“Sorry Dad’s a nosy weirdo.”
“It’s fine. It’s cute that he cares.” Was she flirting?
“Let’s go upstairs.”
“Sure thing, A. See you later, Mr. Reyes.” It could have been my imagination but the way she said my name definitely sounded flirty.

I headed back upstairs to my room and when I entered, Regina was now wearing what I think was a “slutty schoolgirl” Halloween costume as she wait on her knees on the bed.
“What’s the matter, Mr. Reyes? We’re both adults.” So she’d been eavesdropping. Of course Kitty had called me “Brendan” but hearing Regina say “Mr. Reyes” in her schoolgirl voice worked so much better. I got lightheaded as all eight inches engorged to full attention.
“Oooo, Mr. Reyes…” she made her way over to me. “Are you… excited to see me?”
“How could I not be, with you dressed like that?”
“I’m glad you feel that way, but I’ve been so bad. I forgot to wear any underwear.” She hiked up her skirt to show her freshly shaved pussy.
My wife knew me well enough to know my fantasies and I knew her well enough to know exactly what she was after.
“Well then you dirty little bitch,” I sat down on the bed. “Lay across my lap and take what’s coming to you.”
Regina obediently laid across my lap. I hiked her skirt up to expose her perfect bare ass just as toned as it was when she was 19. Now with other women I knew to hold back on spankings until you figure out how someone likes it. With Regina no restraint whatsoever was needed. I raised my hand up and brought it down on her cheeks with full force.
“Unh” she moaned. I could see the pale outline of my hand on her tanned ass. “More, Daddy.”
I spanked her five more times until I could feel how wet she was through my jeans.
“Get on the floor you thirsty little slut.”
Regina did as she was told and got on her knees in front of me.
“I know what you want. So take it.”
She took off my belt first and lightly whipped herself with it. Then she broke character for a second, “safe word is ‘dracarys,’ ok?” The sex stuff is one of many reasons Regina is the perfect wife; her liking all the same nerdy shit as me is another big one.
“Of course.”
“And, Daddy? Call me ‘Kitty.’”
I grabbed her by the hair. “So suck my cock, Kitty.”
I pulled her head to my crotch. She pulled down my pants and boxers. My rock hard shaft hit her in the face and she gasped as if she hadn’t seen, ridden, and swallowed it literally thousands of times and was seeing it for the first time. Regina could have won an Oscar if she had ever pursued acting professionally. She grabbed the shaft and began licking my balls and sucking on them. Then she ran her tongue from base to tip. She teased the tip for a while, her tongue dancing around it. Then she took about half of my dick in her mouth. She swirled her tongue around and sucked it strongly. I kept pulling on her hair but not strongly enough to guide her head. She took my out of her mouth for a minute. She locked eyes with me, stuck her tongue out and then took all of me down her throat. When we were in college it had taken a few months of practice (and some helpful tips from Portia) to be able to deep throat me. After almost twenty years of practice she was an expert. I felt the her throat tighten around me.
“Kitty, you like choking on Daddy’s cock?”
She said “mmhm” (or as close as she could with her mouth and throat full). Her hands reached up my shirt and began to twist my nipples. I was going crazy. I grabbed her hair in both my hands and started fucking her face. Tears formed in her eyes and her mascara ran down her face. I was ready to burst I pulled out of her and released rope after rope of thick white cum
all over her face. She smeared it all over her face before pushing it into her open mouth. She swallowed it all then stuck her tongue out to show that every last drop was gone.
Now I always enjoyed lovingly kissing my wife tenderly, even when she covered in my kiss (or even someone else’s) but she wasn’t Regina tonight. She was Kitty. And while I didn’t know what the real Kitty was into, I knew THIS Kitty existed to degraded. I spit in her open mouth. She smiled ear to ear and grabbed my belt. She put it through the loop and around her neck, creating a makeshift leash. Normally I needed 20 minutes or so to get hard again (it had been less when I was younger) but tonight I stayed rich hard even after I came. I was still ready to go. I ripped open her shirt exposing her firm breasts. I had initially been very opposed to Regina’s plastic surgery. I loved her natural tits and didn’t want some giant artificial monstrosities like in men’s magazines. My misgivings were completely unfounded as the end result was breast’s the same size and firmness as when she was 18. In fact between the breast implants and her daily fitness regimen, her Caesarian scar was the only major difference between her current and her teenage body.
I grabbed her breasts, which felt as real as any I had ever felt. I licked her nipples and bit a little harder than I would when she was Regina. “Kitty” moaned enthusiastically. I took off my shirt and kicked my pants off. I grabbed the belt-leash and led her back onto the bed. On all fours. I buried my face in her ass. First I licked her pussy then moved my tongue into her tight asshole. Knowing my wife there was one of two ways this was going and given how “Kitty” had been acting I had a feeling I knew which way.
“Fffffuck my ass, Daddyyyyyy,” she whimpered.
I smiled. That was what I had been hoping for. Sometimes Regina was in the mood for anal, sometimes not, but “Kitty” definitely seemed like an anal girl. I spit in her asshole and started sliding the tip of my hard-on in. She buried her face in the bed, moaning in the combination of pleasure and pain that she thrived on. I pushed farther and farther into her until I was all the way in. Then I grabbed the leash and pulled her head up. She arched her back as I began pumping her from behind. I pulled on the leash careful not to choke her too hard. She was still moaning and hadn’t said the safe word so I knew I was still good.
“Kitty, you like getting your ass fucked by Daddy?”
“Uh huh…”
“Kitty you sexy little bitch…”
“Mmmmm”
“Daddy’s going to fill your ass with his cum!”
“Do it, Daddy!”
This was so much quicker than I usually finish but the between my wife’s perfect body and the thought of Kitty (the real one) saying “we’re both adults” I could hold back any longer and pumped my jazz deep into my wife’s asshole. I stayed inside her for a minute, leash pulled taut, as I softened. Then I dropped the leash, pulled out and collapsed on the bed. Regina, my wife once again and no longer the wonton teenage daughter of our college friends, lay down beside me, my seed dripping out of her freshly fucked ass.

“You really have a lot of pent-up lust for that girl, huh?”
“It’s just a crush. Like when I get in the mood after watching an Elle Fanning movie.”
“Except you don’t actually know Elle Fanning.”
“Well they’re probably the same level of unattainable for me.”
“Bullshit. That girl was definitely giving you the go-ahead. And if you went that hard for roleplay, imagine the real thing.”
“Wait, you’re cool with this?”
“We’ve been open since college.” It’s true. After a few cheating incidents we decided monogamy was not for us, and some of the most intense sex we had was after one or both of us had been with someone else.
“Yeah but not with a girl who’s almost like our other daughter.”
“She’s an adult now. Besides I’m sure Grant would fuck Amira if he could. I mean she’s over there as much as Kitty’s over here.”
I had to admit, if Regina was okay with it (more than okay, encouraging) I was running out of reasons not to go for it. I did wonder though, would it be a betrayal of my own daughter fuck a friend so close to her she was practically a sister?
“I don’t know. We’ll see.”
I had a lot to think about.
“Brendan, did you close the door?”
“I think so.”
“It’s half open.”
Did I forget to close the door while we had had some rough age-themed roleplay? Or did someone open it when we were too busy to notice?

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/j1chl7/kitty_part_1_the_perfect_wife_ageplay_roleplay