Daddy Swap

Jennifer couldn't help but giggle as she watched her husband step out of his see-through chemise and panties, and began to dress in the outfit Samantha had ended up wearing by the end of their game. The idea that Joe would wear Tina's schoolgirl outfits, the plaid skirt, the tight blouse, the knee-high stockings, was ridiculous. Joe was a manly man, and just the thought of him having to wear such a feminine outfit threatened to through Jennifer into peals of laughter.

She knew, of course, that the first thing Joe would do would be to head to Samantha's room and find something less feminine to wear, but it would still be feminine. That was part of the fun of it. When Samantha chose to swap roles with Joe for the night, Jennifer knew that Joe would commit. When it came to family game night, Joe was all-in. He would dutifully act the part as the daughter, while Samantha got to enjoy being the dad. This would mean that Joe would adopt (as best as he could) Samantha's mannerisms, sleep in her room, and (of course) wear her clothes. It was a good thing that Joe's breasts weren't too much bigger than Samantha's.

Smiling broadly, Jennifer watched Joe button up the tight blouse as best as he could. She knew what was going through Joe's mind by the expression on his face. You don't stay married with a man as long as she had without getting to know his thoughts, his looks. By the downturn on his puffy lips, the squint in his long-lashed eyes, Jennifer knew that he was wishing he was still in his relaxing evening-wear. Joe liked nothing more than to chill out at the end of the day wearing something easy, something he could watch a hockey game in, or fall asleep on the couch after a beer or two. The night before Joe had worn his favourite white babydoll and stockings while the pair enjoyed an action movie. It was a far cry from the outfit he was now **** to wear.

Samantha, on the other hand, was gushing with excitement as she stepped into her father's panties and chemise. Jennifer's daughter had won this game plenty of times before, but she'd never before chosen this particular option as winner. The Option Cards were plentiful, and it was rare that you got to see the same options more than once, but Jennifer could tell that this was one that Samantha had hoped for. Only once before had it come up, about six months earlier, and Jennifer herself had picked it, swapping with Tina for the evening, enjoying the excitement of being young, having less responsibility. It was like a vacation away from yourself. She had almost regretted it when it was over.

"Sweetheart," Jennifer heard her daughter say, "Maybe we should send the kids to bed and have some time to ourselves."

"God, dad," Joe said, rolling his eyes, "I'm an adult, you know. If you want to, you know, you can just say it."

"You don't mind your mother and I talking about sex?" Samantha asked, smiling.

"Gross," was all Joe said, as he left the room, doing exactly what Jennifer had anticipated and heading to Samantha's bedroom.

Tina giggled and skipped after him, probably wanting to spend time with her adopted father, not understanding how deeply Joe would commit to his role for the evening.

"I guess that leaves us alone," Jennifer said huskily, standing up and approaching her daughter, "so what do you have in mind?"

Samantha grabbed her mother around the waist and pulled her in for a deep kiss that lasted more than a few moments. When it finally broke, the younger woman looked straight into Jennifer's eyes and said, "Bedroom. Now."

What could she do? If her husband wanted sex, sex is what her husband got.