Kira at Bikapur

When the lift had cleared the third floor, Kyrhan pushed the stop button. A buzz sounded and many eyes turned to the elevator. Kira tried to disengage from her husband's arms but Kyrhan pushed her back toward the glass. He even lifted the back of her saree and her petticoat until her bottom was in plain view. Everyone could see that she was not wearing anything underneath. Kyrhan grabbed her ass cheeks and parted them as wide as he could. Kira moaned in pain but did not try to loosen his grip. She was discovering a new trait of her character. She knew she was deeply submissive either to both her husbands but as well to Rajiv who had initiated her, to any Indian male her husband offered her to or even a female like her friend Swapna. She was in love with her Indian husband, ready for any adventures he may propose her but she never had realized that she was an exhibitionist somewhere. To be publicly exposed and fucked made her soaking wet. She felt rivulets of girl love juice flowing freely down her thighs and legs.

- I didn't want that gorgeous body of yours to go unnoticed, after all. Don't move, maybe some lucky guy will get a good photo of you.

- Dirty old pervert! Now they are all staring at me. They can see everything : my gand (ass hole) with your fingers in it and your lund (cock) deep in my choot (cunt)! Phad de meri choot.

Kyrhan had noted that when she was excited, mainly sexually excited, Kira used often Indian words

- No matter, pet. You have fabulous legs and bottom and a great body. Let them enjoy it.

The ride was over too soon for their taste. Kyrhan pushed the button to the terrace top floor at the fourteenth floor. The cabin went up swiftly while Kira pushed back her saree in place. It was such a perfect garment for a quickie like this one or discreet caresses in a public place. The fabric was so smooth and it could be lifted from any sides and would fall back in place by itself. Her lover could unwrap her body by a mere jerk of the wrist and she could rearrange her saree in a minute. Kira just wondered why all the women on Earth had not opted for sarees, at least those who were pretty, loved to show it and were sexually active. At least she was and she would like it to continue for many years.

The escalator doors clanked open before them. Kira was out on the terrace in a second. Her cheeks were crimson. She gave her husband a long yearning look and she smiled at him. He caught her arm.

- Come on, Kira. You know the reception will send people to detain us for public exposure. Better to go back to our room in a hurry. We will take the stairs. It's just two floors down from here.

Kyrhan took Kira's hand and led her down. When they closed their room door, they went to a bow window and heard calls and shouts on the terrace. They were looking for the exhibitionist couple on the terrace.

- Pet, you donÕt realize how good you looked. All of the spectators loved your show. It will probably be the most cherished souvenir they will keep from their stay at this hotel.

Kira could not deny a pang of deep excitation. The scene had turned her on.

- We can relax now. Come closer on the balcony.

Kira stepped up against Kyrhan. He reached down and placed his hand on her bottom, stroking it gently. She twisted away from him.

- For Ganesh sake, not again! You can't possibly think you're going to fuck me again after all this turmoil!

- Kira, you knew quite clearly that I was going to fuck you here. You know you want it too. So, stand still and follow my instructions as usual.

Once more Kyrhan brought a hand around her and lifted the hem of her saree. He placed a foot between hers and spread them apart.

- Lean down onto the railing.

Kira did as instructed, pushing her hips and buttocks back toward him, her legs fully open. She placed her elbows against the railing to affirm her total acquiescence to her husband's ministrations and she waited for his next move. He bunched the flaps of her saree on her back. Her legs and her bottom were now completely naked. Kyrhan slipped a hand down between her offered thighs and cupped her cunt in his hand. She shuddered as he began to knead her mound. Her cunt lips were still swollen and wet. He pushed a finger into her. She stiffened and clenched her thighs around his hand. She slowly let her sphincter open until he could probe her assets freely. She bent her head and shut her eyes relishing on the thought of her standing on a balcony in the India night, about to be fucked by her husband. She pushed her feet apart to the maximum to facilitate his endeavors.

Kyrhan aimed his shaft up into her until he was buried deeply inside her cunt once more. Her love tunnel was on fire. He began to slowly push himself inside and out of her, lifting her hips with each thrust. She lifted herself up onto her toes each time his cock slided up inside her. But he disengaged his prick soon. Kira emitted a disappointed moan when he withdrew completely his cock from her vagina. He straightened his legs and his shaft glided along her perineum and came to a halt when he nudged her anus. Within minutes, he was pounding her ass with all his strength, pushing into her as hard and as deeply as he could. Kira was clinging desperately against the railing and pushed back to him with equal strength as his own. He heard her whisper in rhythm with his fucking :

- Ah. . .Ah. . .Ah. . .Oh Ganesh.

Then Kyrhan climaxed planting his teeth in her nape. The feeling of her husband biting and kissing her neck was sufficient to push his wife over the edge. Kira screamed in ecstasy. She must have awakened all the hotel with her love song.

They would keep a fond memory of their second honeymoon during all their life. They could not remember anything from their return travel. They had been completely immersed in their mutual love that they had to be reminded to step back from the train.

Kira walked on a cloud hanging on her husband's arm. He ordered hastily a lush bed with plenty of cushions to be installed in the swan room. Their honeymoon trip had to have a memorable end. Fucking his dear wife when she was at her most fertile time and knew it seemed the most adequate epilogue.

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Note : I found the idea of this adventure of Kira in an Indian cinema from another Literotica posting Best Birthday Present to Office Col.