Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

Manjari said, "Did you make the kids their breakfast? "


I replied, "Yes, darling."


Manjari said, "Take notes at the Parent-teacher meeting today; I want to know why Cherry is failing in Maths?"


"Don't worry," I said as I kissed her soft, cold cheek at the door. "You look beautiful, enjoy work today. I love you."


Manjari turned as she hurried out the door, "OK, well, I'll see you later."





As the door shut, I took a deep breath. Something was up with Manjari of late. She has never been this distant with me; she didn't even say I love you. Anyway, why worry about nothing. She's probably stressed out at work. Manjari is a doctor in one of the best medical practices in all of Seattle. She takes home 300k a year.


I met Manjari while in College, she was the year below me. I was a dumb jock, and I had always gone for the dancer. She was brunette and wore glasses, which made her deceptively beautiful. She just exudes elegance and class. Guys didn't chase her because she didn't give off the slut vibe at all. Manjari was conservative, a daughter to a Mayor . She didn't necessarily want to wait for marriage before sex, but she wanted to know it was for real, that we would be together forever before I could take her virginity.


While she didn't dress slutty like the other girls, she had the cutest body of them all. Manjari was medium height, but she still had long legs. She did squats at valley-ball practice, and I used to joke that this was the cause of her perfect little ass. It was true, though; it was so pert, full, and cute. She had a flat tummy and perky small breasts too. When naked, she was stunning.





After College, things didn't go too great for me. My knee injury flared up so I couldn't go pro. My undergrad was also in business administration. It soon turned out that being a data analyst on 25k per year was the best available salary. 25k is fine, but when your wife earns 300k, it's a little embarrassing.


After my knee injury and my marriage to Manjari, I must admit that I let myself go a little too. I had two boys now, though, eight and six, so I was entitled to a Dad . Manjari kept herself in perfect condition. She only ate sushi and raw foods; her ass was perky as it was in our college days.


I lost my job due to budget cuts. It was pretty demeaning. I was waking up to make breakfast for my wife so she can go out to work. I took care of all the cleaning and cooking. This arrangement went on for six months, and I must admit, I probably got too comfortable.


Then one moment, my world changed. We're having dinner, and Manjari said, "Raju, I'm leaving you."





I replied calmly, not knowing the true meaning of her words, "I know, the doctor's convention is at 9 pm right. I'll drop you there this evening and pick up when you finish."


Manjari replied, "No, Raju, I am leaving you for good. I've thought this through. I don't love you anymore.


"Raju, listen to me. I don't want to improve you anymore, make you better. I've gone past caring.


I pleaded, "Manjari, please, don't say these things."


Manjari shook her head, "Raju, I want a divorce, and I want you out of my home by the end of the weekend.


I said, "But what about our kids. They need their Dad to live here."


Manjari replied, "Raju, lots of Dads, get to see their kids on Saturdays. My divorce papers are with a private courier, and they'll be with you on Monday. I think my lawyer put in something about custody, but if not, we'll sort something out."


I fell to my knees, "Manjari. This cannot be happening; please reconsider."


Manjari, in a cold tone, said, "Raju, my ride's here. I'll be back Sunday night, and I understand it will take a few days to sort things out, but I want you out by next Friday.





Out of desperation, I proposed a plan, "Manjari, maybe this is just a mid-life crisis. Maybe it's not. Either way, I think it would be best if I stay here and look after the kids. I don't have a job to go to, and you'd have to employ a nanny who may not care as much as I would."


Manjari pierced her lips, "Hmm, OK, I'll consider it. But Raju, you must understand, we are completely over. I'd be giving you a monthly salary, and we wouldn't interact that much, if at all."


I said, "I understand. I know that you need your space."


Manjari said, "OK, well, your first job can be to clean out the basement. That can be your new room."


I gulped at the realization of what was happening. "Um, OK, sure that's no problem." I figured Manjari would come around. I just needed to stay on the scene. I knew I could eventually make things right.


Weeks passed, and I couldn't believe the reality of my new role. All my housework is complete, and I was lying in bed, staring at the ceiling. Manjari was at some celebratory company dinner. I heard a noise upstairs, Manjari must be back, I thought. However, this was different—the sound of talking continued. I wondered, "was she on the phone, what was going on?" I ran upstairs, and there's Manjari with a man in a tuxedo. "Is he the chauffeur?" Manjari looked embarrassed, "Raju, meet Gani, he's a surgeon and the managing partner of our practice."





This tall, handsome, WASP stereotype interjected: "Hey Raju, how are you."


Manjari smirked. "Oh, how rude of me. Gani, meet Raju, he is em... Raju is my nanny".


Gani, looking perplexed, "Nanny!"