Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

Later, as he had asked her not to take a bath, his dishevelled wife served them lunch. They ate silently. Santosh noticed that Krishan Kumar could not remove his eyes off his wife's breasts and midriff. His eyes were glazed with sheer lust. Santosh felt a pang in his heart. Finally, Krishan Kumar finished his lunch and got up to wash his hands. Santosh was shocked to see a tent formed on the front of his lungi. He was having a massive erection, which even his lungi could not hide. Santosh's heart started pumping faster, wondering what his organ would do to his wife.


Krishan Kumar came back, sat in the room and started smoking a cigarette. Amala Paul went to wash vessels. Santosh started getting all vessels from the room to the kitchen washing area, knowing that she will not get any rest at night. Amala Paul once again tucked up a portion of her saree, to her petticoat on the left side, stood at the washing basin on the side of the kitchen platform, and started washing the vessels. She had also tucked in the end of her pallu to the petticoat on her hips. Her fair and smooth midriff was now clearly visible, and once again her left breast in her bra, could be seen through her blouse, which was peeping out from under her pallu. Her lovely, fair and smooth, left leg was visible due to the tucking of her saree. Her Mangal sutra was hanging from her neck over her breasts. She looked so lovely, so innocent and so tender.


Within a few minutes, Santosh turned to see Krishan Kumar, standing at the door of the kitchen watching his lovely wife working. Her back was facing him, and he was staring at her big, round buttocks through her saree and petticoat. Amala Paul was not aware of his presence. She silently kept washing the vessels. Krishan Kumar once again seemed to have an erection, as Santosh could see the tent back on the front of his lungi. Santosh was arranging some other things in the kitchen and pretended that he was not observing the old man staring at his young wife.





After observing Amala Paul for a few minutes, Krishan Kumar slowly walked up to her, and stood close to her back, his erection through his lungi almost touching Amala Paul's buttocks. She turned and saw him so close to her. But, without saying anything, she continued washing the vessels. Krishan Kumar now extended his arms slowly and touched her midriff. Amala Paul, almost jerked up at his touch. She closed her eyes for a moment, opened them again, and without a sound, continued washing the vessels. Krishan Kumar now started caressing his wife's smooth and fair midriff with his palms. He circled her midriffs with his arms on either side of her body, and pressed himself into her. Obviously, she could feel his massive erection, on her buttocks, through her saree. She fell back slightly upon him. Krishan Kumar's massive hairy arms had encircled her small body completely from both sides now, Santosh tried his level best not to stare at this 54-year-old lecher, feeling up his lovely wife.


Slowly, Krishan Kumar took his palms up and cupped both of her round, firm and full breasts. He just kept his palms cupped over them, without fondling them, obviously, he was relishing their feel. Slowly Krishan Kumar brought his arms behind, and started caressing his wife's big, exciting buttocks, she did not stop him. He then started rubbing his erection into her buttocks, through her saree. Then, holding and caressing her midriff with his left hand, he bent and put his right hand under her saree. Krishan Kumar now started to feel his lovely wife's silky smooth legs. The saree and petticoat kept on getting pulled up as his hand moved further and further, up her legs. His hand now reached her lovely, large thighs. Krishan Kumar kept his erection pressed into his wife's buttocks while he was feeling her thighs. Santosh could see his wife's Saree and petticoat all bunched up on Krishan Kumar's arms, as his hand kept travelling yet further upwards, on his wife's thighs.





His hand now reached her white cotton panty. His wife now closed her eyes. He hooked his finger into the side of her panty and started touching her hairy vagina. His wife had a very thick growth of pubic hair all over her vagina. Santosh could see that he started playing with her pubic hair. His wife kept her eyes closed. Krishan Kumar now slid one finger into her vagina and started rubbing it over her clitoris. His wife started squirming. He then inserted his second finger into her vagina and started moving both his fingers in and out of her vagina. His wife began to squirm all the more. Santosh could see that her vagina was getting wet and it was emitting a pungent smell as she had not taken her bath that day.





Krishan Kumar then released her and bent down. He put his face under her petticoat and started smelling her, sweaty, pungent smelling, hairy cunt. He started licking her pubic hair. He started licking the sweat off her vagina. He then thrust his tongue into her hole and started tickling her clitoris with his tongue. While standing, his wife had spread her thighs to give herself balance and also to give Krishan Kumar some more room to sit properly under her petticoat, with his tongue into her vagina. Krishan Kumar now turned her. He started licking all over her sweaty buttocks and the crack between her two buttocks. He slowly inserted his tongue into her rectum.


At that point of time, their baby started crying in the bedroom. Without looking at his wife, encircled by the huge Krishan Kumar, Santosh said that he would pick up the baby.


His wife, Amala Paul, with Krishan Kumar's head thrust between her legs, said to her husband, "It is feeding time for our baby now. She needs my milk. You please go and pick him up from the bed. I shall wash my hands and come to feed him "


Then she said to Krishan Kumar, who was still cupping her breasts, ' Sir, please... please...let me go for 15 - 20 minutes. My baby is crying and I have to feed him my milk. Once, I finish, you can do what you wish again."


Krishan Kumar said, "Santosh, you go and pick up the baby. I shall bring Amala Paul for feeding her, as soon as she washes her hands."


Santosh went into the room and picked up his baby. Within two minutes, Amala Paul came into the room with Krishan Kumar. He was still cupping her breasts from behind. He allowed her to sit on the bed. Santosh gave her the baby. She turned away to feed her. But Krishan Kumar asked her to face them. He said that he would prepare her to feed the baby. He said that he wished to see her feeding her breast milk to the baby. Krishan Kumar himself, went to her, and sat next to her.


Then slowly, he pulled away her pallu, un-hooked her blouse and slid upwards, so as to expose both her breasts. Her large, lovely, firm, round breasts plopped out. Her big black nipples were erect to release her milk. Her areolas were almost standing. Her nipples looked so enticing, Krishan Kumar took one nipple to the baby's mouth and inserted it into it. He started playing with the other nipple, swirling it in his rough, crude large fingers. Then he focussed on his wife's breast. He started playing with them, touching them, squeezing them, pinching them and biting them. Then he put his mouth on his wife's other nipple and started sucking. As his wife used to breast feed their baby, her breasts were full of milk. When Krishan Kumar found milk gushing out from his wife's breast into his mouth, he started sucking, he hungrily fixed his mouth on her nipple and started sucking all her milk into his mouth.



His wife, Amala Paul tried to tell him that their baby needed that milk for the evening. But he was in no mood to listen. He kept sucking hungrily on her nipple, while their baby suckled from her other nipple. His wife Amala Paul looked at her husband helplessly. Santosh was watching Krishan Kumar, sucking her nipple, with some sense of fascination. After he had sucked off all the milk in that breast, he triumphantly looked up at Santosh and giggled satisfactorily.


He went back to the other room, after telling Santosh to get him a bottle of whisky for the evening and also reminding Amala Paul, not to wash her inner parts even after peeing, and went to take a nap.


Santosh asked his tired wife also to try to sleep next to the baby. He told her that she might not get much sleep later that night, due to Krishan Kumar, so she should take a rest now. Santosh told her that he would look after the baby, while she slept. Santosh took the baby, and went out of the house, leaving his wife and Krishan Kumar asleep in different rooms.


Santosh's mind was reeling, as he remembered how Krishan Kumar had fingered his wife, licked her vagina and sucked on his wife's nipples. But curiously, instead of feeling anger, he felt excitement and had an erection. He was surprised and shocked. He went to a park nearby, and sat for the next one to two hours thinking.





It was 6.30 in the evening now. Santosh walked with the baby in his arms to a wine shop, purchased a bottle of whisky for Krishan Kumar, and went back to the house. He peeped into Krishan Kumar's room. He was still asleep. Then he peeped into Amala Paul's room. She was not there. He heard noises in the kitchen. He put the baby into the bed and went to the kitchen. His lovely wife, Amala Paul was busy preparing the evening dinner. He went and took her into his arms. She was smelling of sweat. She had not taken a bath, since the night before.

Finally, Krishan Kumar got up at around 7.00 p.m. He went for an evening stroll for about half an hour, and returned. He then had a bath. Santosh found that strange. He had his bath, but he forbade his wife from having her bath, and she had not taken bath since almost 48 hours from yesterday as she took her last bath in the morning of yesterday.