Fantasy Actress Roleplays

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Manoj tried hard for a few minutes but couldn't get this image out if his mind. He had lived his life's dream that night and like whiff of smoke it had vanished. She had left him satisfied for the night but in a lurch for life. These memories would torment him like a night mare if he didn't put things in order both inside and outside. He had to shed this image of simpleton that was built around last few decades and let his inner instincts take control. He wanted to establish a conjugal relationship with her. And he knew for the fact that it had to happen now because tomorrow it will be too late and she shall have the opportunity to back out considering her conscience was in play. If he had to get a buy in from her on this relationship it was to be now while she was still reeling from the throes of their passionate love making. He hurriedly put on his soiled and wet clothes and started moving towards her house.

It was the middle of the night and the rains had resumed its ferocity. Even if he had not moved as stealthily as he was, no one would have noticed him. Though a risky move of visiting her house this late especially after what had conspired, the nature had provided him with a good cover. He discretely tip toed near her house and started looking for an opening to sneak in or at-least peek inside. Alas near the back side of the house which opened up in to wilderness, he found an open window. He moved towards it. With each step his heartbeat was quickening in pace and he could feel his cheeks flushed to see her again that night.

But when he came upto the window, he saw something he was unprepared for - the reality of how things are and how they will be.

In the dimly lit room, he saw her in all her naked glory. The scene was was mesmerising. Her husband, Prakash, was lying on the floor buck naked and she had mounted him with her thighs on either side of his waist. She was sitting on her haunches with her hands placed on his chest and her hour glass frame gyrating in circular and up-down motion against his groin. The long strokes her body was making clearly indicated the length of his shaft.



Manoj could make out the contours if their glistening bodies. But was it the rain or the sweat he did not know, nor could he care less. All he could focus on was how their bodies moved in tandem and how Aishwarya winced biting her lower lip and gasping or moaning every time she pushed his tool in. Her thick black long curly hair were dishevelled and a mess and were rolling down on both her shoulders. Her mangalsutra was dangling slightly away from her chest at an angle. Her green bangles clinking with each stroke. The chill in the weather had perked up her dark brown nipples. The sindoor she had on her forehead was smudged.

He couldn't make out if it was him or was their love-making actually so slow with each one of them relishing every inch of penetration. Meanwhile, Prakash's hands were roaming all over her taut figure. The same figure which he had mauled under his enormous frame a few hours ago. He could see Prakash grope and pinch her perked up tits, grunting intermittently out pure passion and pleasure. A pang of jealousy and reality hit him. She could never be his but what he had had with her some time ago can never be undone.



He never knew when and how he had fished out his own tool and had started stroking it when his eyes met hers. She flinched for a second but then she said something that surprised him.

She noticed some movement near the window right in front of her. Within the room and outside as well, it was so dark that it was difficult to make out. But those eyes that she had so intently looked at sometime ago were unmistakable. It had to be Manoj. She told Prakash to close his eyes while until both of them had climaxed. She was loud enough for Manoj to hear it.

Then she looked directly in Manoj's eyes wincing with the pleasure that she was getting by riding Prakash and letting Manoj see it. She bit her lower lip and grunted, "Ahhhhh"



She started addressing Manoj by looking at him and closing Prakash's eyes with her had. Her other hand was feeling up her own bosom.

Aishwarya: You enjoy this don't you? Me being ravaged like this.

Prakash: Yes!

Manoj nodded discreetly, with his tool in his hand now being jerked violently.

Aishwarya: You like this don't you?

She held her tit and pointed it at Manoj.

She then blew a kiss towards Manoj.



Aishwarya: Fucking bastard!! Fuck me hard!!

Prakash grabbed her by the waist and started matching her gyrations and pounding her faster. Somehow tonight was not about pleasuring each other the way they usually made love, but about deriving carnal pleasure from each other.

The grunts, groans and moans became louder and Aishwarya's cuss words became brasher. All societal shackles surrounding a village belle were being broken.

The profanity of the situation followed by her gyrations and expletives was too much for all of them to handle and all three of them climaxed together, with Aishwarya collapsing on her husband while watching lover walk away.



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