Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

As if she thought she antagonized me, with a wave of her hand she dismissed her own reply and said: "Think nothing of it, Jai, and take it easy. And, it is my turn to say sorry if I offended you"


I said: "That makes two of us." We both laughed.

During our further talk, she told me all about them. She was the only daughter to her parents , she was a graduate in arts. She did not have any boyfriends before. After marriage 7 years ago, she moved to here. She said her husband was a nice man though he lacked in several aspects. I nearly opened my mouth to enquire to which aspects he lacked, but stopped short. To my query, for the first time, she told her name was Sonakshi Sinha.



I had several other questions emerging from my mind to ask her. But I decided to ask them during our dinner.

Excusing herself to lay the dining table, she went inside. I accompanied her to the kitchen and helped her to bring the dishes and plates to the table. Once, I felt she brushed her body close to mine. I felt a mound of flesh slightly pressed to my right arm for a split of a second. Yeah, it was her left boob. 'Was it not a deliberate move? Jai, wait and watch' my mind said.

While we dined, I decided to ask the million dollar question I was eager to ask so long. "Well, Sonakshiji, if you do not mind it as a probing, can I ask you a personal question?"

She looked at me enquiringly, smiled and asked to go ahead. She requested me to cut short of any formality and call her "Sonakshi" only and not "Sonakshiji."

So I asked: "Well, Sonakshi, you told you were married nine years ago. Don't you have babies? Or if it something either of you have any problem, then I am very sorry."

Honestly speaking, she did not flinch at all. Rather, her face showed she was expecting this question any time soon. And she seemed to be well prepared for it.



She said: "You are right, Jai. We don't have babies. And I am dying for one." Brushing aside her sudden emotions, she went on: "We got ourselves examined by reputed doctors. My husband claimed the medical tests showed the problem was with me. But I can't believe it. Even his relatives blamed me for being infertile. But I believe it was because of his problem. I am sure; he is passing the buck on me to cover up his own deficiency."

There was sudden silence between us. She looked up at me and asked: "What do you think, Jai"?

I considered this for a minute and said: "Look, Sonakshi, I can't opine or conclude anything right now for sure. And decency and ethics do not permit me to ask you further questions which might be a little too intimate and embarrassing for you to answer" I said.

"Oh...why do you feel any formality or shame again? We are married and, after all, we are friends and good neighbours. There is absolutely nothing for us to feel shy about. You can very well ask me anything and everything unhesitatingly."

I was really surprised when she encouraged me. True, looking straight to my eyes, she was not feeling any inhibition at all and she appeared bolder than I thought.

"Well Sonakshi, it is true most infertile men do not admit or accept their deficiency because of inferiority complex. Rather, they blame it on the wives for not able to bear their children due to chauvinism. But how could you conclude or say emphatically your husband was lacking"? I asked.



She was ready for that too with her prompt reply: "Jai, don't call me unashamed when I say I have not experienced what is real sexual pleasures in married life till now. My hubby is a loving man all right, but he is utterly selfish in bed. He cares for his needs and satisfaction only. Though we had sex rarely, say once in 15 days, but it is limited to his lifting my nightie, thrusting his organ into me and finish up everything in 2-3 minutes and he went to sleep. He never bothered to look at me lying high and dry."

I was really surprised, if not shocked, with her bold expressions. I could never imagine she would come out so open unashamedly and unabashedly so soon. Perhaps my probes had made a rupture on the tip of her fuming volcano and the lava started to flow out.

As I remained astonished, she went on: "At this age and stage of life, a lady requires satisfactory sex almost every day. I had never experienced orgasm while lovemaking. You know, often I had to go to bathroom to masturbate with the back of a fountain pen. Sometimes, I had to remain under the running shower to cool off my body of my sexual hunger and heat."



After a pause, she went on: "I tried all possible ways to correct him, but he failed to correct himself. You know, I went to the extent of humiliating him. Once, he lay on his back ignoring me after fucking and his reaching climax within two minutes. He refused to satisfy me in spite of my repeated requests. So, I brought the fountain-pen and began to masturbate and fuck myself with it while he watched me doing it. He was such a shameless stupid man; my action did not evoke any response in him.

Releasing a deep sigh from her sudden emotional turmoil, she asked me: "Do you believe I can become pregnant and deliver a baby by masturbating with a fountain-pen"?



Though it made me perplexed but I was answerless. It seemed a pall of gloom hung over us. For some unknown reason, it occurred to me she was trying to establish that the deficiency was with her husband and not with her. Then I asked her: "Haven't you both watched some blue-films together?"

She said with a sullen voice: "Yeah, we had but only once sometime in the early months after our marriage. But that did not help. Watching the film, I had asked him why can't he emulate the man and we do the lovemaking the same way the couple did in the film. He had replied it was absurd and grotesque and no man and lady do that in life."

Later, I asked her several questions to know her husband's sex patterns. I could learn he was not sexually active at all. He never indulged in foreplay or sucking her. He had strong repugnance to mouth her pussy and had said it was dirty. He straight away went to penetrate her tight dry pussy and within a few thrusts, he ejaculated soon. She claimed most of his fluid remained outside her vulva.

I wondered if he was suffering from premature ejaculation. I also felt sympathy for her sorry state of affairs and plight.

We went to the dining table for dinner. As we were taking the food, the telephone in the drawing room began to ring. She excused herself to attend it. After five minutes she came back. She told it was her husband from Surat enquiring about her welfare. May be I was wrong, but I noticed a veil of dismay on her face when she added he had almost finished his work over there and would be reaching back the next day afternoon. She also said he enquired about me too. She mentioned he was happy when she told him that I had dinner with her and, in fact, I had left about fifteen minutes ago. She winked at me and said: "Why should I bother him unnecessarily to tell you are still with me taking dinner?" I smiled but did not say anything.



After finishing up a sumptuous dinner we came back to the drawing room to resume the same talk. I thought she looked more bold now as she allowed the pallu of the saree fall off her shoulder and remain like that for longer time now.

"Jai, do you know I understand you  are very intelligent. They are highly educated and very scholars. Rather, I must say they are geniuses. And I also understand the Malayali ladies are very sexy in bed."

I was wondering why she said so. As if answering to my untold question, she asked me: "Jai, can I ask you a very serious question? Will you answer me in 'Yes' or 'No'? But you need to answer just now."



I was really bewildered. What she was hinting at? I had no clue. So far, she had answered to all my questions, honestly and frankly. Now, I am in a fix. My self-respect did not allow me to accept defeat. So I said: "Okay, please go ahead and ask."

She looked pleased. Then she said: "Jai, I am telling without beating about the bush. So, please excuse me. I had developed a strong liking and desire for you right from the very minute I had met you. Tell me, will you give me all sexual pleasures, at least for once, which I had never experienced in my life so far? Will you make me pregnant and get me a genius baby like you"?



Suddenly, I looked as if an atom bomb exploded on my head. If she had hit me across my face, the effect would not have been more startling and devastating. I began to perspire heavily in spite of the cool air the air-conditioner was blowing. I had known the ways a sexy lady used to make advancements for physical relationship, but I could never imagine it would come so soon in an unabashed way. As I remained silent, she asked me: "What is your answer, Jai? Yes or No? Please tell it quickly. My heart is jumping to hear your answer."

She was not willing to give me time to think over. She wanted the answer then and there itself. I knew luck was on my side. And I decided to play it to my advantage. I remembered my own philosophy that I should not leave a lady who says 'Yes' and I should not touch a lady who said 'No'.

Suddenly, I pushed to forget everything and said in a firm deep voice: "YES, YES, Y-E-S." But, quickly I added: "Sonakshi, giving you full sexual pleasures is one thing, but making you pregnant is another thing. You must know, scientifically, it is not possible always to make a lady pregnant even with a series of fucking in one or two nights. For that, I need to know more about the pattern of your menstrual cycle and number of days the bleeding lasted to calculate your ovulation period.

She seemed to be ignorant of these aspects of the reproductive system in human beings. But she was quick in providing me with the details. She said usually her cycle is of 30 days with 3 days bleeding. On my query she said she had her last menstruation exactly two weeks ago. I could not believe my luck again! If it was so, then that day itself or next day ovulation must take place in her. It was one of the strangest instances of sheer luck and coincidence, perhaps one in a thousand, that her ovulation day might be that day itself or the next day. I could not believe the sudden change of events. I saw all the odd pieces falling right into their appropriate slots. Honestly speaking, when I went to her house about an hour ago, I could never imagine I was going to get an offer to fuck her as well as to make her pregnant. But then, strange things always happen in life in unexpected times and manner.



She asked me what I was thinking about. So, I told her the whole thing about the ovulation and chances of pregnancy. She was very thrilled to know there were great chances of her becoming pregnant if we had sex that day and the next. I too shed all my qualms. After all, a willing lady wants it from me. What is the harm if I enjoyed her and gave it to her? I wondered if there would be any fool on earth to say 'no' to her. Besides, who knows I would get another golden opportunity like this? Suppose, she had a second thought and change of mind later?

I stood up from my sofa and went around to the back of her sofa. I bent my body forward, brought my hands around her face and lifted it up. That was the first time I had ever touched her. I saw her thick lips parted looking very thirsty. In the same action, I brought my face further down and planted a very hot and passionate kiss on her thick lips. She made a gasp. Then she brought her hands up, circled around my neck and pressed my mouth hard on her lips. 



My lips still glued to hers, my hands slid down and caught hold of her big boobs. "Aaahhhh...." she released a wild moan. I lifted her boobs from their bases and ran my palms caressing all over them.