Playing the Part

Even before we officially became “kinky”, we enjoyed a bit of role play. My husband has an extremely creative mind, especially when it comes to sex. I imagine he’s probably thinking about sex all throughout the day while he’s at work like some teenaged horn dog, but who am I to judge because I’m doing much the same. Where I’m reminiscing about what we did last night, he’s planning what we are going to do tonight or the next or even the next week. Sometimes he plays the long game, stretching the fantasy out for weeks before revealing the climactic ending in a dramatic flourish.

The Date

Years ago he sent me a text message. It was obviously from him because it was his phone number, but he pretended to be someone else, another interested man. He told me he got my number from a friend, that he thought I was sexy, and that he wanted to meet me even though I was married. I played along of course, sending him flirty messages and photos when he asked. This went on for a few weeks. Every time I received a text, I would get that silly smile on my face, the one you get when you’re in a new relationship and everything is still fresh and exciting. It’s funny how just pretending to be flirting with a new guy reflected into my actual feelings.

We made plans to meet for dinner and drinks one Friday when my “husband was out of town”. I was so excited about this first date. I remember telling one of my girlfriends at work that I had a date that night. She smiled and asked if it was with my husband, assuming of course that it was. Laughing, I told her it was with my new boyfriend. I’ll never forget the look on her face when she told me that she did not approve of cheating. It was a mean joke to play, but when I set the record straight another look crossed over her face. Jealousy or inspiration, I’m not sure, but I knew that I had something special in my man.

I got home from work and there was a package on my back door step with a hand written note. It was a bottle of red wine and an insertable bullet vibrator. The note said “I want you to bottle up all the good girl in you and leave her at home. See you tonight!”  I could feel the heat inside me bubble up instantly. I got ready for our date, showered, shaved, put on a sexy outfit and heels, enjoying the wine as I pampered myself. It was so different than a normal date night out with my husband where I might wear jeans with stubbly legs underneath. I got a thrill from inserting the vibrator, not knowing how it would play into our evening.

I met him at a crowded but romantic outdoor restaurant with an enclosed garden and fire pit lit by twinkling lights that swayed overhead. He was standing next to the fire, dressed in a black button down shirt and grey slacks, his eyes sparkled in the dancing firelight. He was so sexy. He took my coat and we had a rather authentic awkward first date introduction with a hug and a kiss on the cheek followed by nervous giggles. I sat on the stool and he went to the bar to get us a drink. I’d forgotten about the vibe and when it buzzed to life I almost jumped out of my chair. It’s a good thing that it was a loud and busy place because I’m sure I squeaked pretty loudly. I searched through the crowd of people at the bar to find his eyes grinning at me sadistically. I should have known then!

We sipped our drinks as he intermittently teased me with the vibe. I barely made it through dinner, the teasing, his grin, and his chivalry, all a potent mixture to create a sexually charged atmosphere. Unable to wait until we got home, we had sex in the car in the parking lot that night. Oh, and then we did it again when we finally did make it home.

The Slut

I’ve written about this one before, and it’s one of my favorites. He sent me text messages for weeks pretending to be a friend of my Dom, saying that he had been given permission to contact me. I, of course, “confirmed” this with my Dom for safety reasons. He wanted to meet up for a sexual favor, because my Dom was willing to share me with his friends. You can read all about how I met a stranger under a bridge and gave him a blowjob in my old post.

This role play scene was especially effective for me because it tapped into my fantasies of being shared and of being used by someone other than my husband. It also took place in public which added to all the naughty feelings I had about this. The funniest part about this scene was when it was over, I went and sat in my car for a moment, wiping the come off of my lips and reapplying my make up and then I got out and met my husband for dinner and a beer. We said nothing of it for a while, pretending that we really had just met up like a normal couple, like I hadn’t just blown him in the back of his truck in a parking lot under a bridge like a useful slut. I think we were well into our second drink before we talked about it, laughing at what we’d just done and making plans for the next time he’d pass me along to one of his friends to use. We haven’t done it again since, but I have a feeling that will change pretty soon!

Hermione Danger

I have a thing for Harry Potter, not a sex thing! I just really enjoy the book and the movies. Sir even surprised me with a trip to Harry Potter World in Florida for my birthday one year. I would never be able to pull off a surprise like that, but he did it! I cried when I saw Hogwarts Castle, we rode “dragons” and drank butter beer. It was incredible! Of course, knowing that I have a thing for this series, he found a way to bring it into our sexy play. He surprised me with an entire Hogwarts ensemble one day, including Hermione’s wand and the iconic red and gold Gryffindor scarf. We’ve had a few scenes where we used this as a basis for role play, and I have no problem admitting that the teacher/student cliche does it for me.

For Sir’s most recent birthday, I took a cue from littlegem and decided to do a role play scene. I only copied her a little bit! She was a genie and granted PS three wishes. I decided to reprise my role of Hermione Danger, Gryffindor House Slut, and perform some magic for own my birthday boy. Sir came home to find me sitting on the kitchen counter wearing a short skirt and thigh high socks, my legs spread obscenely to reveal my magical goodies underneath.

He still needed a shower, so I sprawled out on our bed and waited, teasing myself with Hermione’s magic wand. He came out of the shower to find Miss Danger eagerly waiting for him, wet and ready. I can’t remember exactly what magic I performed that evening, probably a slutty schoolgirl blowjob and some harsh fucking to remind me how proper girls ought to act. Hermione’s clothes have a special place in my closet, ready to be donned at a moment’s notice should her magical services ever be required.

Role play is meant to be fun and silly. It can be a way to act out fantasies that might otherwise be too wild or even dangerous. It can allow you to be a kid again, playing out your favorite characters, but in a wonderfully adult way. Role play can even make everyday vanilla sex more exciting, giving it another layer of fun. I love reading other’s ideas on how they incorporate role play into their sex, finding new roles to play and new ways to play out scenes we’ve already tried. One of my favorite parts about role play is getting ready for it, picking out my costume, putting on different make up, as well as the anticipation of how it will all turn out. I know that there will be lots of role play in our future and I’m sure that you can read all about it here!