Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

Suni, I am sure you must be missing Ashok," she said turning to me. "Remember we are always there for you."




'We' - did I hear properly? Did she mean that my FIL too had an eye to share me? Though scared of this proposition of getting fucked by my father-in-law, I was getting an unknown urge of adventuring into incest, - and that too with consent of my MIL.

"You change and come down. I will wait for you to cook lunch," saying this she moved her lovingly over my now flattened chest and let it trail to below my navel to my panty covered pussy.

"You will have to change this too," she said pinching and lifting my panty elastic, pointing to my panty which was very wet with my cum.

I could not control my blush and closed my face with my palms. She then left.

I was not sure of the situation now. My husband would not be there for the next almost one week and I was as horny as hell. I now had an in-house lesbian lover to satiate myself. But what about my father-in-law? I decided to wear a saree and came out. My MIL was surprised. "Why the saree? You can wear anything you like and there is no dress strictures for you from us." She said convincing me.



"No, mum, I did not have any other appropriate casual dress." I replied.

"Let's do something today afternoon. Let's go to the mall and get us some nice modern clothes. What do you say?" She beamed.

I had not been for shopping for a long time and eagerly agreed. After lunch and my MIL getting another pounding by my FIL, we reached the mall. We headed to the ladies dress section and I selected some revealing lingerie. I wanted front opening bras, while MIL selected a nice black lace, back clasped skimpy bra for me. My MIL smiled and bought similar ones for her too. We had now dropped all our inhibitions towards each other like two naughty girl friends on a shopping spree.

Then she dropped another bomb. "You know Pranitha, I have always longed to wear a mini skirt and a tank top. What do you say we buy a set?" she remarked.

'A Tank Top' and a 'mini' for my MIL, wow? I was surprised but did not show it.

"That would be nice. But where will we wear them?" I queried.

"At home," she responded immediately surprising me out of my boots. How could we wear a mini-skirt and a tank top in our house with FIL & the maid around? But she was determined to buy a set. We headed for the casual dress section and asked the counter girl about them.

The section had on display many beautiful skirts of all lengths & shapes and various types of tops. We sifted through many of them and then my MIL shocked me with her choice. She selected a similar pair for both of us. It was a white mini, with two sky blue bands running across all around and to be worn with an elastic waist-band. It was hardly of a palm width height; this would not even cover our bottoms and the panty would be on display.

"Mum, these are too small!" I said with concern.

"Ok we shall take one size bigger. But just one size bigger! Otherwise it will not be different from any skirt," she asserted. True! Very True!! Then further the selection of the tank tops, which again she selected of the very body hugging type, stiff materialed and very short sleeves'. Both were pastel pink in colour. These would definitely show off the arm pits and we would be forced to clean them of any hair. They lower end would be hanging freely away from the chest, thereby clearly exposing the depth of your breasts. The bigger the boobs, the further it would drop.



We tried them on - in separate cubicles and after wearing my set, I felt my erotic ripples. I had never seen myself in this attire and it changed my appearance to a sex goddess. What would my MIL look like? We landed with two sets of this. Each one of us was eager to see how the other looked, but I could not ask my MIL.

We paid at the counter and left, in silence, without exchanging a single word. When we reached home, my Mil came to my room and locked it. She wanted to see me in this attire, as much as I wanted to see her in her own. She took her set and went to the bathroom. I pulled off the outdoor clothes, without any concern that my MIL was present close by. I selected a front opening bra and after removing the one I wore, I slipped this one on. It fitted my small cups perfectly. My husband would appreciate this very much. I pulled the Tank Top over my head and adjusted it over my tiny breasts as it dangled freely just a slight distance away from my body. I again selected a nice white panty and pulled up the mini. I looked into the big bedroom mirror and appreciated what I saw as I adjusted and fine tuned my new dress. I could have passed off as a , except for the "mangalsutra", the black beaded gold, worn by married ladies, which dangled sexily between my boobies.



I heard the bathroom latch open and turned to see a female that would have shocked many males with beauty just exuding out of her. My MIL looked like a fairy in her new mini and her tank top. We now looked like an elder and younger sister in our similar colored attires.

Her taut breasts stood straight out and her tank top fluttered away from her body. Here mini just covered her panty, which peeped as she swayed her hips. She had worn a red panty thong and I realized that she had not worn a bra. Her big breasts stood firm and her nipples poked out of her top making her look extremely sexy.

"Wow! Pranitha you look really sexy. If Ashok was here he would have laid you and made love to you right here, in front of me. What about me? How do I look?" she swirled around as she asked.

"Mum, you are looking out of this world! You look superb. These dress really suits you," I said in genuine praise.

She came close to me and moved her hand under my tank top to feel the bra. "Oh, you have worn a bra? Please remove it. The tank top should be worn without a bra," She ordered. And before I could react, she reached for the front clasp and loosened my breast holders. She then reached out to my sleeves and slipped the bra straps over my arms and slipped the bra off. I could feel my nipples on the tank top fabric and they stiffened more. My nipples were now showing outside.



She pinched the nipples over the cloth and this made a defined shape on my front. She turned me round and appreciated my clothes. I felt her hand slipping between my buttocks and sliding over my cunt, which showed signs of wetting. I lay back on her as she kissed me on the shoulder and her other hand went under the tank top to grasp my boob. I was in trance.

And in this trance I reached out behind me below her mini and felt her cuny. It was hot and I could feel a wetness in front. I decided to be adventurous. As my MIL was administering waves of feelings to my cunt and boob, I slipped my hand inside the sides and felt her pussy for the first time. It was wet and sticky and I slipped a finger over her clit. She moaned. We were now confirmed lovers. I turned around and kissed my MIL straight on her lips. We stood slurping each other's saliva and sucking each others' tongues. Our hands had brains of their own as they shifted between each others' mounds and the valley.



After a long time and when our intensity decreased, we separated from our lip lock and rubbed our tank top covered breasts on one another. The ripples of sexual joy were coursing upward, downward and right across us. We separated only with a conviction that we were there for each other - anytime, anywhere.

"I am happy you like the dress," she said. "You too," I replied smiling shyly.

"But I liked these dresses on you, more than just the dress," she replied. "we can now wear these dresses at home, when the maid has left. What do you say?"

"But what about father-in-law? What will he say?" I asked with shock.

"What will happen? I am sure he too will be turned on." She replied non-chalantly.

"But what about me?" I asked with concern.

"Why would you be shocked if he sincerely appreciates you and loves it?" she counter queried.

I remained silent as I was scared that he may bang me after seeing me in these clothes. But, was I really scared about getting fucked by my FIL? These questions filled my mind. I let them rest till further notice.



"Ok, I will change and come down," I told my MIL expecting her to change too. She just nodded her head, lifted her clothes and left in the same mini attire she was in. I kept on looking at her behind as she left. I then changed into a casual salwar that covered most of me and went down. FIL was not in the house and gone for his evening walk.

Later as I was in the kitchen, I heard the door open and a gasp from my FIL, as he laid his eyes on MIL. By the time I came out, he had lifted her up in his arms and was headed to my bedroom. In a short while I could hear moans and thumps of the raucacious fucking of my MIL by FIL. After about 45 mins, my MIL came down the sairs. I saw that her panty was missing and she had a streak of cum running down her thigh. She came down and used a tissue to wipe the trailing cum.



"Your Father-in-law really loves this dress," she said with a weary smile.

I was now really scared as to what would happen to me if he saw me in a similar dress. That evening, we had dinner with the least conversation. As we cleared the table and went to the wash basin in the kitchen, my MIL whispered.

"Tonight you may not get undisturbed sleep. He is in his element today." She said preparing herself as well as me for the sex Olympiad tonight. "Will you do me a favour?" she asked.

"What mum?"

"Will you not wear a shirt and a skirt and no bra and panty tonight? I want to feel you as I am being taken by him. In the dark he will not see." She literally pleaded.