My wife Kira didn't appear very often in my latest stories. I decided to "offer" her several new adventures in Asia.
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After the recent terrorist attacks in Mumbai, the Indian federation government had decided to organize a series of international events there, just to show that business was back to usual condition. One of these events was a South Asia medical congress trying to attract eminent specialists from India, China, Thailand and nearby countries. The five hundred or so attendees came from the whole continent with a few world class specialists coming from USA and from Europe.
The congress was honored by the presence of a few Indian ministers led by Prince Kyrhan Singh. There was a welcome reception in the Taj hotel on the first day under the auspices of Kyrhan Singh and his well known wife Kira. For the occasion, Kyrhan wore the rich outfit of a Rajahstan Maharajah, while his wife wore a quite classical silk saree that enshrined her luscious curves. Both of them were obviously the center of attraction of the whole assistance.
The hearts of many women beat faster whenever the Prince turned his gaze on them and even more when his eyes remained longer than a fleeting second focused. Kyrhan was broad shouldered, with not an ounce of fat on his well toned body. He walked with a lithe assurance of a tiger in his forest. He was the heir of a long family of princes and kings and the aura of authority around him was quite obvious. Nobody would have dared displeasing him.
If Kyrhan was the center of dreams of almost all the female attendants, his wife Kira drew likewise the attention of most of the men around. She was about young enough to be his daughter but she looked even younger than that. She clung so closely to his side that nobody would have doubted she was deeply in love with him and the loving glances they exJuned from time to time were a quite clear sign that their eight years old marriage was still very happy!
Kira chatted quietly with a group of close friends. One of them seemed very nervous. It was clearly the first time he was among so many important people. He often met Kyrhan and his wife as he was the prince's personal MD but he was more at ease in his laboratory than there among strangers. Kira had patiently coerced him into submitting something about the drug he had developed that stimulated women's embryo production. Kira had received the shots and had offered her husband since then six pairs of twins. Three of them were living in the palace and three had been adopted by close friends.
Kyrhan had made sure that all the usual tests had been performed before he had decided his beloved bride could receive them. The prince was absolutely sure of Ghopal's absolute devotion to him and his family but he was aware that stage fright could make Ghopal lose his abilities. He had to act and to act immediately to bolster the man's spirits. He turned toward his wife.
- I think our dear friend is getting nervous. Perhaps, you could help him relax a bit. His presentation will be the second technical one after the official opening speeches!
Kyrhan's voice had a special urgency that only Kira could decipher. She understood immediately that her husband was giving her a free hand, a carte blanche as her French husband Dan named it! The princess already knew how she would deal with this emergency. She placed her arms under his, just as if she wanted to steady herself and drew him toward the elevator. Ghopal followed obediently, completely dumbfounded. He realized a few minutes later that she had led him to the Prince's own suite.
- But the Prince is at the reception! It's improper! I can't...!!
- Ush, doc! You have often examined me and we were alone, weren't we?
- Yes. . . but I was on duty!
- Then consider me on duty, too. I'm on my husband's orders!
Kira used as an excuse that she needed to go to the toilets. As soon as she had closed the door, she took off her bra under her choli. She was now naked under her saree, except for her petticoat as Kyrhan had always toldd her not to wear knickers : he wanted her always completely available whenever they were together! As usual, she wore her saree very low, exhibiting proudly her glorious belly and her navel to the view. Now that her strategic plan was about to come into action, she felt her breasts swelling and her nipples gettint stiff and taut with excitement. She opened the door, filling her lungs to make her breasts even more prominent and joined Ghopal. He was waiting patiently at the door.
- Ghopal, You appear to be quite tense! Lie on the massage table : I'll take good care of you! It's time I exercise the skills our dear Leena has taught me.
Leena was another girl in Kyrhan's harem. She was also the wife of a very powerful English businessman and the slave slut of her nasty Indian greengrocer, back there in BirminghamL
Kira told him to take off his jacket and his shirt. She noted the tenseness of his muscles and started to massage his back. After ten minutes of action of her deft fingers and hands, she sensed the relief in Ghopal's body. She told him to turn and lay on his back. She massaged first his temples, then his neck and his shoulders. When she reached his chest, Kira noted his breath was getting more labored. She smiled discreetly. He was now really awake and more receptive to her sex appeal. When she reached down to his navel, just above his briefs, there was a significant bulge in his trousers. She stopped for a second and let the pallu of her saree fall down.
Sometimes, playing with the pallu and letting it drop down to reveal completely the choli and the naked skin of the belly is a way of teasing men and it was exactly what she intended. She was massaging his belly muscles, insisting around the navel and his trousers were forming a very satisfying tent. Sheet her hand brush inadvertently along the taut cloth. At the third time, she laughed :
- It seems you're enjoying what I'm doing to you, my dear Ghopal!
He blushed crimson.
- Princess! I'm sorry but...
- Don't say a word and let me entertain you!
- But...
- No but, now!
She bent forward and opened the zipper of his fly. She was quite accustomed with European garments that Ghopal was wearing for the occasion. She slipped her hand into the opening and grabbed his swollen cock in both her hands. Her fingers started moving up and down over his glorious manhood. She passed her tongue along her lips. His cock was magnificent, smaller than Kyrhan's for sure but about the size of Dan's her French husband (Kira is married twice under two different identities : see her other adventures) It was better than she'd hoped, at last eight inches long and enticingly thickening rapidly as she worked it.
When he was as big and hard as he could be, Kira picked up the hem of her saree and lifted it, tucking into the string holding her petticoat. Her shapely legs were proudly displayed up to the middle of her thighs to Ghopal's eyes. He had tremendous difficulties to tear off his gaze from what was offered just before his eyes. Kira slowly straddled him and lifted completely the front of her saree and her petticoat to show off her shaved cunt. She took his cock in her hands and aimed it toward her cunt slit. When the tip of Ghopal's cock arrived in contact with the entrance of her love tunnel, she lifted her head, looking for his eyes. Their eyes got glued together and neither of them wanted to divert their gaze.
Kira caved in her belly and gradually lowered her hips to impale herself on his rigid pole. Her belly was dying to plunge on its prey and swallow it completely but she managed to keep the speed of her penetration as slow as she could. The feelings were excruciatingly pleasant but her slowness made it a maddening torment. When his shaft was embedded to the root into her, she stopped for a minute to enjoy the feeling of being deliciously stuffed by a new very hard cock. She pushed up ever slowly to free herself, just keeping the knob inside her. She teased him again, wriggling her hips, dancing on his cock. Ghopal couldn't know whether she was about to pull out or keep this little game. His fear made him grab her hips to prevent her from getting herself free but she had no intention of doing that. When she was fed up playing with his nerves, she clamped her vaginal walls around him and let herself glide down his very satisfying cock.
For Kira, it was a very interesting variation : Kyrhan or Dan were more in command and directed her moves for their mutual pleasure but Ghopal was less authoritative and he let her conduct their mating as she wanted. She was gradually increasing her rhythm, pressing the stiff tips of her nipples againsy his chest, alternating upward movements with her sphincter clamped around him and downward gliding in the most liquid and loose cunt sheath he had ever enjoyed with his cock. Their tempo was getting faster and faster when, suddenly, as Kira had sheathed herself totally around Ghopal's triumphant cock, a voice stopped them in their tracks :
- A nice show, for sure!
Kira stopped dead in surprise but Ghopal was mesmerized : it was Kyrhan's voice coming from near the door. He had found them in this quite explicit position! Ghopal was chivalrous and tried to keep the blame on himself to protect Kira :
- Prince! I'm sorry but I forced myself on the Princess!!
Kyrhan considered Ghopal's plea for an instant. The poor fellow's cock shrunk in fear inside Kira's hot cunt. Something was strange : she didn't seem frightened at all. She was even trying to revive her lover's stamina by massaging his cock with her internal muscles. Ghopal was sure that the Princess should be mad with fear but she seemed quite at ease with the situation with an encouraging smile on her lips as she resumed her up and down movement. Ghopal was bewildered when he heard Kyrhan's powerful laugh.
- You have no reason to feel sorry, my dear friend and don't fear anything from me : I sent Kira to bolster your spirit with total leeway on the means to use. She chose certainly the most pleasant for you and for me! I would just be sorry if your fear prevented you to honor my wife with the fucking session she is clearly deserving!
