Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

She made a special effort not to openly show any favorites, brushing off some of the ones she actually preferred for the less handsome looking guys that needed their ego stroked and that would increase her value to Mr. Money Bags. None of them was Prince Charming and but then again she was no Snow White either.




Her favorites knew who they were and they always came back for the next party and usually even more wanton in their desire to be with her. Even the younger married guys who were still trying to maintain their fidelity to their new brides would look at her and she could tell they were fantasizing about being with her. She could see the outline of their semi-erect penis protruding ever so slightly from their pants. She smiled knowing that if she brushed up against their crotch it would set them off like a volcano. She enjoyed knowing she had that kind of power over men. Even though she was there to entrain the guest and not to torture them, she still enjoyed lightly flirting and teasing them.



She had no illusions that all of them were essentially using her for their own sexual gratification, even so she got something she needed from each and every one of them too, and the experience had left her more satisfied than her boring good wife existence ever had. For the first in her life she really was the belle of the ball. Maybe she was trading her sexual favors for it but a least somebody wanted her favors and it was a hell of a lot more satisfying than the uninspired sex she had escaped from back in her martial bed.





Perhaps she was too cynical or maybe just too much of a pragmatist but she realized that when she stopped seeking a man's approval, when she didn't need their emotional approval or validation, and when she stopped chasing that fairy tale illusion of love and just focused on satisfying them in bed that her life was much less complicated and she finally was able to satisfy her own needs. Possibly she was just a bitch and no man could ever please her but that was the way she was built, and the way the real world worked at least for her.



Eventually she moved out of her little martial bungalow in the burbs into a high rise apartment with a view of the city that Mr. Money Bags had setup and paid for. Ileana waited for husband to file for divorce but strangely he never did. She thought about it but then decided to leave things alone and avoid the drama.

She settled into her life as a kept woman. She never stopped wearing her wedding ring, for whatever reason it provided her some comfort at times but it mainly acted as a catalyst which ignited and magnified the intense erotic emotions she felt as she was flirting or having sex with those other men in her new life.



She liked to embrace the adultery and infidelity of being a cheating harlot breaking every rule that she had ever had force upon her. She felt no guilt, no shame, and certainly no pity for her husband. For her it was now just a cheap gold plated piece of costume jewelry that looked good on her hand as she was grasping another man's cock or even better when it was cover with another man's cum.

Ileana would meet her husband for lunch every couple of months wearing very expensive and very sexy outfits designed to make him know how well her new life was going. She would occasionally let him kop a feel when she gave him a goodbye kiss letting him know that was all he would ever got from her even though they were still legally married. It wasn't your typical modern day love story but for her it was still better than the plain vanilla life she had been living before.



Maybe someday when she was older and tired of this life she would go back to the burbs, but not today. Her new life was like a steamy romance novel and even though she had no illusions that there would be no happy ending in the fairy tale sense of the word, still this was her novel and her own story with her as the star character and no matter how it might turn out she wanted to be there and know how it was going to end.

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