Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

We had been married only six months when I was offered a job we simply couldn't say no to. We had to relocate across the country and, while work gave me plenty to learn and people to interact with Disha did it tough. She was 25 and had left all her friends behind.


About a month before our first anniversary she found a job in a small agency that managed models, actors and sports stars, and things started looking up. She was excited and stimulated and her interest in bedroom sports, which had begun to suffer a little, was rekindled.





She constantly talked about Tarun the owner who was in his late thirties and dynamic. I was a little jealous until she mentioned meeting his wife, who was outgoing and friendly. When Tarun and Nargis Fakhri discovered that it was our anniversary and we would be celebrating alone, they insisted we join them for dinner that Saturday evening.





I was dressed in slacks and shirt but Disha had gone all the way with a black sleeveless dress that had virtually no back and a split up the side that almost reached her waist. She was sporting the gold chain I had stretched the budget to get her and told me this was the perfect dress to show it off. 


We were met at the door by a stunning, tall, slim, dark-haired woman around thirty who took my wife's hand and then kissed her, on the mouth. I thought it strange but it was over so quickly I hardly had time to react. She made my wife turn slowly around and commented on her dress and the way it made her body look so sexy. Again I was a little surprised at the directness of the comments but figured it was probably just the way people interacted in their world.


"You must be Sundeep," she said. "Disha has told us so much about you. You are a lucky man to have such a hot sexy wife. She has everyone captivated, especially my husband. Come in, Tarun is just checking dinner."





Tarun came out with a bottle of champagne in one hand. He was tall, at least four inches taller than I and his casual shirt and slacks showed that he probably worked out regularly. "To celebrate," he said holding the bottle high before placing it on the table. He opened his arms and Disha all but fell into them. He gave her a hug and a kiss on the lips, a kiss that lingered just a little longer than I was truly comfortable with. I again felt that twinge of jealousy but, disturbingly, my cock started to go hard.


We stood in the lounge room talking and drinking the champagne, while Tarun drifted in and out of the kitchen repeatedly checking the food. "He is just showing off," said Nargis. "He likes to pretend he is a great chief, whenever we entertain." We had started the second bottle when the food was ready and I noticed that Disha was drinking a little faster than usual.


I was surprised when we sat at the table. Disha was seated next to Tarun and I opposite her and next to Nargis. Tarun was not only handsome and fit he was also charming and witty and I was sure I could see a gleam in Disha's eye each time she laughed at his jokes. 

The conversation was mostly about celebrities and I frequently felt a little left out but Disha seemed enthralled. Several times he whispered to her and she smiled shyly. By the end of the dinner they seemed to be sitting really close.