Note from Writer:
This is story is written with Dan57 permission based on character we created. For other adventures of Mark and Jodhaa and how their adventure began, please check out Mark's Destiny and other Dan57 stories.
After having three fun filled nights in a Mumbai hotel, Mark and Jodhaa had gotten a flight to New Delhi. Jodhaa was still wearing her Indian clothes, a simple Choli top and a saree dress. She had even replaced her bindi (the traditional jewel worn on the forehead by many Indian girls) with a red spot indicating she was married. She looked all the part of a proper Indian wife. The only thing that distinguished her from the other Indian women was her red hair. Kumar had her dye it for a party for his friends. She hadn't had time to dye it back. But she liked the way it looked and the reaction she got from men. She was thinking about keeping it for awhile, or, at least, to see the reaction from the other men at the Prince's Palace. Mark on the other hand was still dressed in his western clothes. He hadn't had time to change, unlike Jodhaa who had found a shower room at the airport.and changed soon just before lift off.
Once they had finally landed, they both sighed in relief : they were home. And it was true. They had truly found a home there in India with Prince Kyrhan and Princess Kira in India, the land of exotic places and people, and especially at the court of Prince Kyrhan.
Discreetly, the unusual prince had created a place free of the mortal restriction and repression common to the rest of the world, a place with freedom and sexual pleasure they thought didn't exist on Earth. They had finally found a place where they could let their true self out, not be looked down on by other people or punished for offends to religion by zealots.
Mark gathered up their luggage. Jodhaa swiftly turned around to check no one was watching them. They were safely hidden by a series of large plants. She leant over and gave her husband a quick kiss on the cheek. She rubbed lewdly her firm breast against his arm. Mark smiled and hugged her close to him. His hand ran down her back and over her round butt. Jodhaa gave her husband a playful slap to the chest and a coy smile. Jodhaa resumed her usual neutral countenance. They walked hand and hand out of the airport.
They couldn't miss Gopal. His large frame stood out in the crowded airport. The large Dalit waved them over. He greeted them and explained his presence as he helped them with their luggage into the Princess's car.
When she had decided to restore the former elephants' barracks, Kira had discovered several old luxury limousines, including this Rolls Royce Silver Ghost from 1910. It had been covered with dirt but relatively preserved by a thick layer of wax. It just needed plenty of elbow grease to be cleaned. The local mechanic had never worked on such an old car but he asked for the help of a friend, an old Dalit who had worked for the English viceroy many years before. Kira had found photographs of the car when it was new. It belonged to Kyrhan great grand father.
Kira had decided to have the car restored to its former glory. There was just a problem : they were in India : it would have caused a major scandal if she had restored the upholstery with genuine cow hide but Kira had found a plastic that looked reasonably similar to the original product. Now the car was used for marriages or photographs. It had even been rent for a film shooting. One of the first outings had been Kira's gift to Kyrhan for their wedding anniversary. She had jewels chosen from the treasure of Kyrhan and a dress worn by Kyrhan's grand mother for her marriage. Kira had had to get rid of twenty pounds to enter it but she was just marvelous in it. Kyrhan had been unable to resist his wife's sex appeal and they hadn't reached the outskirts of the city that she was dancing around her Lord and Master's big pole as she playfully named his cock...
One thing was sure! Jodhaa and Mark would return home with style! Mark wasn't aware of how the car had been used by the Princess but he helped the large Dalit with the suitcases.
- The Princess sends you her apologies! She had important business to attend to and Rajeev and Daleep are making urgent repairs at the resort.
Never mind, Gopal! That's alright! Just send the Princess my regards for the attention of sending you to fetch us home!
Jodhaa added with a beaming smile .
It is good to see you again, Gopal. It has been a while since we had the pleasure of enjoying your company.
Mark smiled and patted Gopal on the shoulder with a knowing look.
-Ms Jodhaa is that you? Your hair?
Gopal asked noticing her red hair for the first time.
- Yes, do you like?
- Yes. I am sure the others will as well.
-I am sure they will.
Mark added as he and Jodhaa climbed into the car as Gopal wedged his large frame into the front seat and drove away from the airport. Jodhaa curled up next to her husband and began to rub her hand up and down his leg as her large firm breast pressed into his side. Her hand toyed with the dog collar and medallion around her neck. She had pulled it out from under her high collar. She had liked teasing Mark with it over the last few days, and from the reaction and the passionate love play they had after, so did Mark. Mark put his arm around her shoulder and cupped her other breast. Jodhaa never wore a bra under her choli, not since she had entered the Prince's harem. She whispered to him :
- My love....
- Yes, dear...
-Since we have just returned home, you know what would be nice for me...
Mark was looking toward the partition between them and Gopal.
-I think I know what you are getting at : a proper Indian welcome home.
They exchanged a deep kiss on the lips. Mark tapped the window. Gopal lowered it. Mark told him with a broad smile!
-Gopal, please, pull over.
Gopal dutifully pulled over without question and stepped down. Mark climbed into the driver seat. Gopal looked into the back, puzzled, and saw Jodhaa smiling and lifting the hem of her saree to show him she was naked underneath. Gopal, beginning to understand the reasons of this stop, looked at Mark who was turned toward him. Jodhaa's husband nodded and smiled. Gopal was instantly relieved and quickly climbed in the back of the car.
Mark lifted the partition to offer Gopal and Jodhaa complete isolation but he omitted to lift it completely in order to follow action behind him... He pulled back into traffic and drove on. He heard rustling of silk and movement in the back as he drove. He could imagine Gopal, avidly shedding Jodhaa's garments, then lifting her in the air then pressing her on his crotch and finally impaling Jodhaa on his cock. If Gopal was really smart, he would have stripped Jodhaa completely and just freed his cock from his own chauffeur's uniform... Mark's own cock grew hard as he heard his wife moan and cry for more as Gopal gave her the rough hard fucking she so deeply loved.
A one point Mark was stopped at an intersection and could feel the whole car rocking with each thrust. He had to fight himself to keep from stopping and turn down the partition or at least turning on the camera Kira had added to the original equipment so he could watch the action. But he knew they would never make it back to the palace. But he preferred to imagine how he would do if he had been at Gopal's place!
Rajeev was waiting as the car pulled up to the palace. He gave a questioning look as Mark climbed out of the driver side. Then the back door opened and Gopal climbed out adjusting his clothes. Jodhaa was behind him doing the same. Rajeev made no comments but he thought that Gopal had been really lucky. His own cock grew hard as he wished he would have the same opportunity. He could smell the sex from the car and both of them and smiled.
-I was going to ask what was wrong. But I see Jodhaa has had a proper greeting home. And I hope Gopal was 'helpful' as driver!
Jodhaa replied :
- Indeed, he was VERY helpful.
- Good. The Princess has asked to see you both, when she returns tomorrow, and Dinu would like your company tonight!
- Excellent! It's my duty to take care of my husband... My husbands, I should have said, All of them!
-Good! I see your time in Europe has not dimmed your Indian training!
