Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

She had listened to each and every word of her husband's conversation, looking at him, and understanding future threats, she ran into the kitchen, weeping. Santosh ran behind her to the kitchen. She came into his arms, and started sobbing uncontrollably. He told her not to worry. He told her that he would gladly go to prison to save her chastity. She kept sobbing. He kept reassuring her that she need not worry. He asked her to take care of their baby, when he would be in prison. He told her that she could get a job as a housemaid, or as a babysitter, to enable her and their child to live at least on basics of life.


She finally wiped her tears and said, "No! my husband! I will not allow you to go to prison. I am your wife! Your welfare is my duty. I will die if you go to prison. It is alright. I will do anything to seduce him for his pleasure so that he can have my body, I will satisfy him. Further while watching porn, you used to tell me that you like to see me with another man in bed."
Santosh was more shocked now, and said, "No! No, Amala Paul, No! That is only a fantasy of me while watching porn, but I am your husband. I love you. You are not a prostitute. I can't allow another man to ravage your body."





She replied, "No! my husband! Under no condition, will I allow you to go to prison. I am your wife, it is alright. Let your fantasy be reality for once only. It is just one night after all, as it is, no one will know if he spends the night with me, on my bed with your knowledge. So, tomorrow morning everything will be OK! Please do what I say, Go! "


Before leaving for Bazar, Santosh handed over a fresh and cleaned lungi to Krishan Kumar, and said, "Sir, take this to change your dress. I will be back as early as possible." He left immediately.


After changing his dress to Lungi, Krishan Kumar sat on the double bed, the little baby of 5 months was sleeping safely near the wall where bed was attached. He looked around the room. The room had a TV . Just near the TV, there were shelves made inside the wall. The above two selves were full of various books, and the lower two selves were full of video DVDs. Just out of curiosity, he flipped through the DVDs. Most of them are old movies. But suddenly, he was shocked, Ohhh my God!


There were a lot of porn CDs but these belong to a particular category. He took out all CDs, and scattered those in bed. He observed carefully, all are cuckold series and contained titles like, 'Fuck my wife in front of me', 'Come inside my wife', 'I am a cuckold','I like to be cuckold' and so many. The covers of the CDs contained fucking scene, close up photos of big cocks and pussies, and husband watching his wife fucked in bed etc. By seeing these covers of CDs, he got an erection, and immediately a hard one.


During this time, Amala Paul entered the room with a plate of salty snacks and a cup of tea, and placed those on a table near the door. She had not noticed what Krishan Kumar was seeing in bed as the bed was slight distant from the table where she placed the tea and snacks.


"Sir, please have your snacks and tea," said Amala Paul in a singing voice.


Krishan Kumar got up from the bed and came nearer to her, and picked up the hot cup of tea. He was sipping the tea by standing very near to her, and he could see the lower two buttons of her blouse were opened, and two big white breasts popped out. He could see the long nipples protruding from the centre of wide brown areolas. The pores contained small white dots of milk and the lower blouse portions were drenched with wet patches of milk.


"Amala Paul, do you have sufficient milk to feed your baby?"


Amala Paul became aware that he was staring her boobs. Immediately she covered her breasts with her pallu, and said, "It is more than sufficient to her rather it is overflowing."


"Then, it is better to drain out by squeezing," he advised her.


Then suddenly she touched his feet, and started weeping. Krishan Kumar could well understand that Santosh had no guts to face him so he was using his wife as a shield for his defence.


Amala Paul was pleading on his behalf, "Sir, you are like our Guardian. If my husband is imprisoned then myself and this infant will come into the street. I will go on begging. Please save us."



Krishan Kumar then glanced towards her. In fact, she was not a full-fledged woman, you may call her a tender innocent girl . He envied Santosh to have such a beautiful wife. He got a hard erection.


He was very angry with her husband. Krishan Kumar told Amala Paul he wanted to punish her husband for his misdeed so that he would not dare to do such type of things in future. Amala Paul started weeping, pleading and begging him to spare her husband as her husband was an innocent fellow, and whatever he had done was only due to coming under the influence of Rakul Madam. He kept on refusing. After some time, he became cool.


He said, "Look Amala Paul, now, the Bank has recovered the money, still I can take official action against him so that he could lose his job, but I will spare him because of you. I don't want a beautiful wife like you should suffer because of him."


"Thank you, Sir, I will be ever grateful to you throughout my life, and I don't know how to repay this kindness," she said.


In the meantime, her baby woke up and started crying.


Krishan Kumar said, "Amala Paul, go to bed, and feed milk to your baby."


Amala Paul went to bed and lifted her baby but she was hesitant.


Krishan Kumar understood her hesitation and said, "Amala Paul, no need of any shyness in front of me, you can openly feed your baby."


Amala Paul was so much obliged and influenced by him for sparing her husband that she was totally hypnotised by his command, opened her blouse, and put her nipple inside the mouth of the infant who started suckling. Krishan Kumar's eyes feasted on her breasts which she was fully aware of.


After some time, the baby slept, and Amala Paul put her on the bed. Then she noticed the porn CDs scattered around the bed. She could see the covers of fucking pictures. She became so shy that she dropped her eyes with shame.


"Do you both watch all these porns every night?" asked Krishan Kumar.


"Yes, Sir," she nodded her head.





"Does your husband like the contents? It is about a wife fucked by others in front of her husband," he asked.


"Yes, Sir," she briefly replied.


"And you?" Krishan Kumar asked in a curious manner.


She remained silent for some moment then nodded her head as yes. By this time, Krishan Kumar's big dick was throbbing inside the lungi.


Then he again asked, "What's the size of your husband?"


She replied, "5 inches."


Krishan Kumar said, "Very small size, do you have any idea about my size?"


She replied, "No, Sir."


Krishan Kumar opened his lungi, and picked out his huge throbbing dick, and said, "Look at my dick, see this, it is 9th inches long, perhaps, you might not have seen such a type of dick in real life except in porn movies."


She raised her head above, and was completely mesmerised by such a big dick. Krishan Kumar just stretched back his foreskin to show her purple big rounded head of the cock. The round purple head contained a big and long black body with two big balls. The pubic area was full of thick grey hairs. When she compared her husband's dick, her husband's length and width was less than half of this huge dick.


"Did you like my dick? Do you want to be fucked by me with your own consent and with the consent and knowledge of your husband?" he asked.


With drooping eyes, she replied, "Yes, Sir."





Then Krishan Kumar said, "You see, I am a decent person, and I will not touch you without permission and consent of your husband. When your husband returns, please discuss with him whether he wants to be cuckold. Then you both can apprise me of your decision."


After some time, Santosh returned with a big fish. Amala Paul explained to her husband everything that happened after his leaving. He was very much obliged to him that he had forgiven him. He was like a God to them as he had rescued them from a difficult phase of their lives. Both wife and husband wanted to pay back his kindness.


Krishan Kumar was sitting in the bed room. Both of them entered.


Santosh said, "Sir, my wife has explained everything to me everything. With my own will and consent, I want to be cuckold. From this moment, she is yours and I will not interfere in this matter."


Krishan Kumar said, "Thank you, Santosh, because of your beautiful wife, I have forgiven you. I promise you that I will not raise any issues of that matter officially. Neither you will be arrested by security officer nor you will be losing your job."


Both the wife and husband thanked Krishan Kumar.


Then Krishan Kumar said, "I am willing to drop my plans of returning back to my flat tonight. I want to stay tonight at your place. Now You both have understood the situation, convinced, so let me spend the night in her bed, and tell her to do all that I ask her, to give me pleasure. Tell her that I want to enjoy her gorgeous body, and if she does what I ask of her, and gives me and my body absolute pleasure, then, I will simply give you a promotion next year. I am too excited by your wife's fantastic body. I want it. My body wants it. Though I am 54 years old, I still have my needs. I simply want your wife. And don't worry, even if I spend the night in your wife's bed, I shall quietly go away in the morning. No one will know, except the three of us. Your self-respect will remain intact, and your fantasy of being a cuckold will be fulfilled in reality."


Santosh was feeling a sexual thrill inside him when he felt that his young, lovely, loving  wife will be fucked by this old Boss of him. But at the same time, he felt pain, anguish, frustration, and jealousy in him as this lecherous 54-year-old man will ravage the young body of his wife throughout the night, in their marital bed.


Krishan Kumar was happy as Santosh could see the lust in his eyes.





Then Krishan Kumar said, "Santosh, tell your wife that she should not take her bath, and she should remain as she is now, in the same saree and under clothes throughout the day until night with her sweaty body. I want her natural body."


"Yes, Sir," replied Santosh and apprised Amala Paul.


Santosh was extremely worried about his wife Amala Paul, who was so small in height. And here was Krishan Kumar. Though he was 54 years old, he was built like a bull! He was tall - almost 6' 4 " with a moustache, broad shoulders, strong hairy and muscular forearms. Santosh shuddered to think how he would be endowed sexually. Santosh was almost sure that he would be huge! His own penis was rather average in size. Just 5 inches, when erect, and that itself, his wife accommodated in her vagina with a bit of difficulty, as she had a rather very narrow and small vaginal opening. Santosh was frightened that this beast Krishan Kumar would tear her vagina apart, with his brute strength.