Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

It started innocently enough. No perverted plans or fantasies, just maybe a product of the situation that I was in. Maybe it was destiny or fate, but I promise you I didn’t wake up that morning and say to myself, ‘I think I’ll whore my wife out today.’ This morning I did.


Innocent, like I said. We had moved to Mumbai almost two years ago. It cost a small fortune, one that we were still feeling the effects from. Coupled with a short stay in the hospital to find out my heart was fine but my stomach was churning too much acid, we had accumulated an extensive collection of bills in our mail sorter.


Granted we could pay everything off in time, but I knew from experience that we were more likely to just accumulate more bills. We made decent money, at least for the area. No one made good money except for doctors and lawyers. I decided I would get a part-time job, and get everything caught up or maybe ahead. Then I could go back to trying to enjoy life and not worrying about paying the bills.


I had looked last year and I knew where the money was to be made, at least for me. I had done some security work in the past and knew that all the clubs, hotels and condos would be hiring for extra staff during spring break. I applied at three places one day and was offered two jobs. One at a nice hotel resort and another at a less reputable motel. For some reason, I liked the seedier location and it’s promise of more activity. It also paid much better, although I was sure I would have to earn it.


Working security during spring break can have its ups and downs. It’s sort of like being a babysitter to 1800 college students. Only a handful were what I would call bad kids. The rest were just here to have fun. My philosophy was simple. Try to prevent damage to the motel’s property and keep the kids out of trouble. Both were easier said than done.


Most of the kids responded to gentle reminders well. Once you explained some simple facts their minds would process and they would comply with your wishes. Things like climbing balconies, an established problem here with several deaths each year. As motel security I would just walk up to them and explain that we enjoyed them staying with us, but if the security officer drove by and saw them, they would be staying some place not quite so much fun. Of course, I would never tell them that if they didn’t comply, I would be the one calling the security officer.


I also noticed the ratio of girls to guys. About 70 percent guys and 30 percent girls. Not a bad ratio if you were a girl, but for the guys, there just wasn’t enough to go around. Many a night I would stand in the parking lot and listen to them howling at the moon like dogs in heat. In addition, I don’t think an hour went by when I wasn’t asked where a guy could find “you know, that kind of girl.”


I usually sent them to one of the local bars, not knowing whether they would find what they were looking for or not. At the least, they would have something to jerk off too later in the evening. After a week of that, I began to ask these guys questions. What are you looking for? How much are you willing to pay and for what? I did some math in my head and wondered if the “right” woman could make some money taking care of these kids.


What surprised me the most was how low the standards were on these guys. Granted they had looked, and probably been turned down by every college girl in a tight bikini and for some, there was more alcohol in their veins than blood. At a point, they didn’t care anymore about anything except getting off by means other than their own.





“I don’t care what she looks like as long as she sucks me off,” and the other favorite, “I can close my eyes and see who I want to fuck, but I can’t make my hand feel like a wet pussy.”


The next morning after getting up from work, I sat at my computer. I printed up a few pictures and then put them away for my next research project.


It was Thursday night, and while not as hectic as the weekend, it was still busy. It was about 11 PM when the first kid walked up to me with “the question.”


I asked what and how much and then pulled out one of the pictures.


“How much if you could get this one?” I asked.


“Shit man look at those tits. Fuck. Shit what’s she into?” the horny young man asked.





“Making money, “ I replied evenly.


“You think she’d blow me for 1000?”


“I don’t know. I’ll have to check. Give me your room number and I’ll let you know if I can work it out,” I told the young man. Within an hour, my research was complete. No less than ten different guys came up to me to check out the picture. Each offered between 1000 and 5000 to be with the woman in the photo, my wife.


Over the course of the rest of the night, I decided to increase my research material. Whenever I would show the guys the pic, I would have them scribble what they wanted and how much they would pay on the back of the photo. It surprised even me when I got home and totaled the possible income at almost a thousands for one night’s work of sucking and fucking. I went to bed and woke up the next morning. The morning I did wake up thinking about whoring my wife out.





My problem was how to approach her. We had been married for almost 5 years. At one point, there was a semi-real, semi-fantasy of her giving ‘massages’ for money. I remember it was a hot subject for a few weeks, until the money crisis at that time passed. But now we weren’t in a real crisis. It was my desire to pay off all our bills to get some other things we wanted. She wasn’t that concerned about it. So how would I get her to want to help?


Carefully.


Anjali was already downstairs when I got up about mid morning. Her soft blonde curls framing her face as she smiled at me.


“So how was it last night?”


“Not too bad,” I replied, “but tonight being Friday it will be out of control.”


“I bet. Be careful you don’t OD on college girl tits,” she laughed.


“Not to worry dear. It seems to take two to three girls just to make up what you have right here,” I offered.


“Yeah well I bet all those college guys would rather see those young boobs than mine any day.”


“You might be surprised. Especially since some of the girls are either being very selective or spending more time with each other. It doesn’t help that there are a lot more guys here than girls too.”


“Oh that’s too bad,” my wife mocked, “all those needy college guys here to have a good time and they end up jerking off. Maybe I should go down and show them a good time.”


Anjali was smiling and giggling at the thought. I on the other hand was amazed at how easy the conversation turned the way I was hoping.


My next statement had to be calculated to cover all sides. “All I know is if I were a woman, I’d be getting plenty of dick and lots of money too.”





Anjali sat quiet for a moment, not watching the TV but looking at it. I wondered what she was thinking. I knew better than to try and say anything without her broaching the subject herself. It felt like forever. How could I tell my wife that I wanted her to be a whore to all these college guys? How could I tell her that I thought it would be hot to see her with them and to know they are paying for her sexual favors?


“So you’re telling me that these guys are willing to pay for sex?”


“Yep.”