1 comments/ 27051 views/ 4 favorites Kitty Party in Paris Ch. 01 By: dan57 From an idea from Dalhia57 * Kira had boarded the high speed train in Metz at 06:49. She was on the way to Paris as she did about every two months. She had kissed her French husband goodbye and left hurriedly. As usual, she had attracted widespread attention from the other travelers, as she was wearing a saree in Metz' monumental station. She was resting in a cozy compartment. The duration of the trip, one hour and twenty minutes for about three hundred kilometers (little short of two hundred miles) was a happy transition. The previous day, she had had a garden party in her house with friends. She had been wearing a simple tank top and a denim miniskirt with platform sandals and she had been chatting with her French friends of long. She had been again Khyrah, the wife of Dan F..., a scientist as she had been before they had met prince Kyrhan in India. Since that encounter, she had been also, under the faked identity of Kira Chowdhury, the Indian wife of Prince Kyrhan Singh. Her indomitable energy and devotion to her new husband had made her a perfect assistant and counselor to him. She had especially managed the restoration of his derelict family castle and transformation into a luxury hotel. Kyrhan had proved a very demanding husband and he had steadfastly pushed her to adopt Indian customs such as wearing this saree, turning veggie, making offerings to Indian gods. She had also submitted to Kyrhan's permanent erotic wishes. Her Indian husband wasn't selfish : he had allowed her to commute to France, about one month on two. When she was here, she was an ordinary French woman, wearing most of the time French style garments except when Kyrhan was coming to visit his friend Dan. Life was somewhat strange : when she traveled from New Delhi to Paris or back with Kyrhan, the first class cabin was usually empty and Kyrhan considered it very exciting to fuck her on her seat, in the lobby or in the plane toilets with the risk of being caught by an air stewardess. But when she was alone, they were usually several other Indian women, usually wives of Indian expatriates living in Paris, Brussels, Luxembourg or in cities around. As Kyrhan always accompanied his wife to the airport, Kira was always wearing a saree. Her success in the management of the hotel and her important social and charity activities in India had made her quite a celebrity. She often appeared on India news and recently in a chat on BBC channel. Several of the women she met on the planes had asked for autographs. They had exchanged phone numbers and had chatted, even when she was in France. They had decided to meet in Paris every two months when Kira was in France for a kitty party where they could chat together without the boring presence of men. There would be Indian pastries and fruits, and often, Kira came back with a DVD of the latest Bollywood film that was presented to the delighted crowd. Kira needed that moment to switch roles from Khyrah F to Maharani Kira Singh, the organizer of the event who would preside on the day and be the confident of all the girls who had problems with their jobs, children or husbands. She would try to help them as she could. She had proved shrewd, helpful, caring and discreet. Now most of them spoke to her as if she was their mother or sister... Kira had chosen to organize her kitty party in a Paris cabaret in "Saint Germain des prés". There was a large hall where group activities could be organized and where girls could exchange some small talk between girls. There were also small booths where confidential chats could be organized. At eleven AM, after a fast shopping walk, Kira arrived at the cabinet and prepared herself for the arrival of her friends. As usual, Bijal was the first one to arrive. They kissed on the cheeks and hugged one another. Bijal was wearing a brown kameez with black baggy salwars and a green dupatta. That girl had never managed to wear sexy clothes. She had a boyish appearance with an impish smile that was her best asset. She was single, working at the Indian consulate. - Hello, Kira! How are you doing? Great, it seems! Being loved by someone as splendid as Prince Kyrhan must be a fantastic experience for a woman! But,... let me watch you more closely! Tell me, Am I wrong? I would bet you're again pregnant, my dear! - You are right, Bijal! Too many hugs in our bedroom! - Oh congratulations, Kira. When are you expecting delivery? - In May or June! - That late! From the bulge in your belly, I would have bet you were already in your fifth month. Don't tell me you are expecting twins again! - I never offered Kyrhan anything but twins! It must be his potent seed! - Oh sure! I would love to have such a beautiful stud as my husband! - Sorry, dear! This one is already claimed! Look for another one! A new girl interrupted their chitchat : it was Smita who was an Indian fashion addict. She was wearing also a kameez with psychedelic pattern in the sixties fashion and bangles that nearly covered her left forearm. - Morning, Kira! You're superb! Where did you find this magnificent saree? - It's a gift from Kyrhan, straight from New Delhi! Do you like the embroideries? - Kira! You are joking! I would kill to have the same! - No need to go to such extremities. Just visit my husband. He must feel sad alone in India! If you entertain him, he may offer you a similar one! - Don't tell me Kyrhan is cheating on you while you're in France! I wouldn't believe it! - I didn't tell you anything of this kind. Just Kyrhan only knows where he had bought that saree and it's the only way I've found to have him reveal his secrets. - Even state secrets? - I didn't try to obtain such things with simple pillow talk but I've been told that most men babble too much with their lover! The other girls arrived in a steady flow. They had split in smaller groups. Kira went from one group to another to salute every one. - Hello, Kira! When is your baby due? - Never too soon! they are twins as usual they have started shooting penalties like soccer fans! How do you fare with your husband. You told me last time that he neglects you totally. - It hasn't changed but now I know I'll repay him! I'll have a total stranger breed me for the next Holi. - How? Tell me about it! Sayli explained she had been walking in Mumbai during last Holi and a very handsome guy drenched her with red powder telling "Bura na mano, Holi hai" (don't be angry, it's Holi). The man had added that red is the color of joy and love. Sayli had answered by covering him with blue powder, the color of vitality. He had laughed and taken her into the middle of the crowd. She had lost her friends and her husband. The stranger had led her away in some poorly lit yard. She was very excited and her lehenga (long skirt worn with a choli) was covered with the color of love. He had kissed her and she had responded in total abandon. He had pushed her against a wall and lifted the hem of her skirt to her waist. She was dizzy and she hadn't tried to stop him. The man had fumbled in his dhoti to extract his cock, pushed aside her knickers and entered her without foreplay. She had been very wet, quite ready for him! He had pushed his cock into her and she hadn't even thought of asking him to wear a rubber ; she didn't know whether that man was clean from HIV. She had been so excited she hadn't cared. In just a few up and down movements, he had filled her cunt with his sticky spunk. She had cummed with him. The blue powder had been magical as he had fucked her two more times in a row! The stranger had given her afterward a tampon, officially not to soil her clothes. In fact, it was more probably to keep his sperm inside her. They wandered throughout the town for hours until he had left her in front of her hotel in a very chivalrous gesture. Just she didn't know who he was or where he lived. She was so tired she went to sleep without even taking a shower. She had discovered the tampon the next morning. Her husband was just snoring in the bed... - One sure is certain : during the next Holi feast, I'll try to lose my husband's group again and wander alone. My handsome lover has given me his cell number and we chatted several times since. Next time, I'll meet him totally unprotected and ask him to breed me - What will you tell to your husband? He may ask to divorce! - I will make what most women would do in the same circumstances : When I'll be sure I am pregnant, I'll just fuck my husband several times a week. The poor sod will think I'm again in love with him. Then I'll tell him I am pregnant by him and he will gobble the lie. My baby will be just a few weeks early... - You're a deceiving slut, Sayli, making your husband think he is the father while you know he won't! - Aren't husbands meant to help their wives bring up their progeny? I mean their wives' progeny, not the husbands' of course! - You may see it that way! - How do you proceed with Kyrhan during Holi? - Oh, we keep together and nobody ever tried to challenge him or smuggle me out of his reach! - No wonder! With such a man, I would stay at his feet. Any girl would die to be fucked by him! Would you share him with me some day? - No way! Try to seduce him if you can! But it's him who decides who he will fuck. I'm a very submissive wife! - With such a stud, I would be, too. You must always have a great time with him, my dear! - More than you'll ever think! The other women were discussing about the last film with Aish. Rai, showing off the beautiful saree their husbands had offered them. Others talked about their children, looking for suitable husbands for their daughters or reporting their children's more or less brilliant successes at school. Kira noticed just two or three of her guests remained on their own, not taking part in the general discussion. One of her secondary roles was to act as counselor for the community. She was a princess, married to a wealthy and very influent politician : she had to find a solution for any problem on Earth for these Indian women! She knew quite well the first one : her name was Chandeep. She was twenty four, quite pretty and buxom with long dark braided hair. She had been happily married for three years now with a man named Abhijeet. Kira thought him boring and obnoxious with his perpetual nasty comments about women but his wife seemed to enjoy tremendously his company. At least, it was what Kira had felt the last time she had met Chandeep at the previous kitty party. The young woman appeared sad and grim. She really needed assistance. - You look terribly distraught, my dear! What's the problem? May I help you in some way? - Oh, Kira, you're always so helpful but this time, I really doubt you'll be able to help! - Try it? What's the risk? - You're right, princess, as always! I feel so stupid. - A woman in need is never stupid! Tell me! - You remember my husband, Abhijeet. He has been always very busy with his job for a US computer company that operates in Western Europe. Whenever he was sent on a mission out of France, I've accompanied him. We are very in love together! - Yes I've noticed it! - He has been sent to an offshore gas extraction in Norway site to completely reorganize their computer system. It will take between one and three months but spouses aren't allowed on board. I miss him terribly. It's the first time we aren't together... He'll come back only when he has finished his job in nine months! These US companies have no regard for family life. They could have allowed him a shore leave every two or four weeks! - Uhhh! I see your problem and I really can't help you a lot with your husband. Don't you have friends that could help you in these difficult moments? - No, Kira! As I always accompanied my husband and I speak little French, I never had occasions to meet people and make friends. My own job doesn't help : I make translations for French companies working with India. So I work on computers and Internet. That's how I met my hubbie. I'm desperate! I thought of suicide yesterday! - Stay calm, Chandeep! Your husband will come back in a few months! Hold onDid you call a doctor? - I'm not ill! - No, but you may also call for depression. They can give you some medicine to help you in such circumstances. You could also come and stay with me in the East of France! - Impossible with my job! - Then the doctor seems the best solution! Do you want me to call one for you? I know one who is specialized on depression and nervous breakdown. He speaks fluently English and, between you and me, he is very handsome. If I wasn't happily married, I would really consider him! - Yes, please, Kira, if you think he might be of help! She dialed the number on her cell phone. - Patrick! It's Kira... Fine... And you... Yes, it's always a pleasure! Patrick, I've a problem with one of my close Indian friends here in France : her husband has been sent on a mission to Norway for about ayear and she seems very depressed : could you come and examine her? I fear she may make a big mistake soon. Yes! Please... Her address is 82, avenue de la butte-Chaumont, fourth level to the right. She works at home! Chandeep, you don't have any appointments tomorrow afternoon, Do you? - No, Kira! - Then he'll come around 3PM. Be ready for him : he is always very punctual. It's OK, Patrick! - Thank you, Kira! I'll tell you if the treatment has helped me! Kira kissed Chandeep and went to meet the two other girls. Note : for clarity reasons, it might be helpful to follow the developments of Chandeep's story before relating the other stories. On the next afternoon at precisely, five to three, Patrick pushed on the bell button. Chandeep opened the door. The doctor wasn't handsome as Kira had mentioned : he was GORGEOUS! He had wide shoulders, a bright smile, a large forehead, he appeared ostensibly self-confident. Chandeep immediately felt at ease with him. Even her deep sorrow seemed greatly alleviated! Patrick questioned her on the origin of her depression. He didn't need a long time to understand the situation. Out of habit, he decided to listen to her heart. There was no real reason but this Chandeep girl was really pretty. In his office, he would have made her strip to her undies but here, he just told her : - I'm going to listen to your chest. Would you be kind enough to take off your sweater and open your blouse. Chandeep had never been examined by a doctor in France. She blushed terribly as she was taking off her sweater and unbuttoning her blouse. She had never felt that naked with a stranger for years. Only her husband had seen more of her. At least, she had thought to put on European style garments. If she had worn a kameez, she would have been in her bra only, now! The doctor acted in a very professional way, reducing the contact as much as possible. Chandeep gradually calmed down. As Patrick was continuing his examination, pressing his stethoscope at different places on her breasts, she began to welcome his contact. At one moment, she even parted slightly her blouse tails to offer him a best view of her cleavage, filling her lungs to enhance the size of her breasts. Patrick completed his examination with a palpation of her breasts. It was a classical gesture, with the objective of finding breast tumors at an early stage but none of the doctors she had visited had ever done it. Chandeep gasped helplessly and in a reflex, she put her hand on Patrick's hand. He thought she didn't want to complete his examination and tried to push him away. He felt really irritated by her behavior. - I see! I'll give you just a mild anxiolytic. If it's not strong enough and you have still dark ideas, just phone me. Here is my card! I'll come back tomorrow to see if the treatment operates! Chandeep went to a nearby chemist who delivered the medicine. He detailed her the interest of the medicine and when she was to take it. She felt somewhat angered against him : she wasn't stupid and could read the leaflet accompanying the medicine. That was only when she got back home she discovered the leaflet was written in French and she didn't know half the words in it! The chemist had certainly tried to help her and she had been aggressive with him. She promised to go back and apologize the next day! That made Chandeep think of her frustrating examination by the French doctor. She had reacted instinctively when he had touched her breasts by putting her hand on his fingers. Was it possible he had misinterpreted her reaction? It had not been rejection, on the contrary! His soft touch had produced sparks in her breasts and she had felt immediately warmth invading her belly, irradiating in her cunt and nipples. As the doctor had left in haste, he couldn't have noticed she had her nipples taut with desire, her clit was sending electric jolts and her cunt was oozing love fluids. There was no secret, there : she had been ready to fuck him, there on her own settee. She would have cheated on her Indian husband for the first time in her life, and with a white stranger! Suddenly, she missed less her husband! He had left her alone and he would do it again in the future. If she had cuckolded him, it would have been a just punishment. He had just to impose his conditions but his career was of utmost importance to him! The shame would be on him! The idea she had missed such an opportunity to discover whether a Frenchman was a better lover than her husband made her sick! How could she save the situation? Meanwhile Patrick was wondering why Chandeep had pushed him away. His gesture had been quite professional. There was no trace of misconduct then! Something puzzled him. He wasn't able to find it. Then he had a flash in his mind : If Chandeep had wanted to push him away, she would have grabbed his wrists. She would never have placed her hand on his fingers, pressing him on her breasts! Did she have simply reacted to his contact, not as a patient with her doctor but as a woman with a man caressing her breast, someone about to become her lover? Unbeknownst to them, their thoughts had led them to the same conclusion : they had to meet again and become sure of the other one's feelings... Patrick put on his coat and took his car toward Chandeep's apartment. He was climbing the stairs in haste, four at a time when his cell phone rang. Patrick stopped to answer the call. He had just reached Chandeep"s door. It was her! - Dr Patrick! I've still these awful ideas. Could you come urgently? I really need you! - I'll be there in a minute. He hung up and in the same movement, pushed on the bell button. Chandeep opened immediately. She must have been just behind the door! They looked one another and a large smile appeared on their faces. Patrick opened his arms and Chandeep threw herself in the nest he offered her. She lifted her head and her lips found his mouth. They exchanged their first love kiss and it promised plenty of pleasant things to both of them. Chandeep opened her mouth and welcomed his tongue inside her mouth before reciprocating in kind at her turn. Patrick lifted her in his arms and carried her toward the settee. She disengaged her mouth and whispered to him : - No, Patrick! Carry me upon my bed! Patrick was just the type of man that evokes trust and simultaneously made the girls hot for them. She knew instinctively that if she changed her mind and told him to stop, he would obey instantly. What was strange was that it made Chandeep to grow bolder, ready to go further. - I want to open myself completely to you, Patrick! She already knew she was going to fuck him, whatever arrived to them. She was pressed against him but she managed to reach down for his pants and his belt. She hastily unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his fly. His pants plummeted down quite obligingly to the floor. She was now in a frenzy as she eased his briefs down to free his cock. She had never felt such an urgent need. She used both her hands to assess the size and the hardness of his cock and balls. She was immediately reassured, he was much better endowed than her husband and his balls seemed filled up with baby cream she couldn't wait to receive in her cunt or in her mouth. Kitty Party in Paris Ch. 01 Chandeep didn't want to waste that hardness and she told patrick that she wanted to ride him. Her husband never allowed her to take this upper position even durint their honeymoon trip in Pondichéry. Patrick seemed not to mind letting her sit on his cock. He moved to the center of the bed and she just straddled him, just as if she climbed on board, as she guided his cock into her sopping wet cunt. She eased him inside slowly, letting him impale but giding him with her right hand. She had been deprived of sex for such a long time that she let him in at the beginning very slowly. She followed the expression changes on his face as he plunged deeper and deeper inside her. That slow and steady penetration made her feel so sexy! When he bottomed out, brushing against her vervix, she moaned in delight. He grabbed her ass and pushed it down to gain a little before helping her up unyil his knob only remained inside her. He let her dangle for a few seconds freely in the air before pulling her down quite hard. She screamed in bliss. Patrick was a very good stud! As he had quite evidently a very commendable staying power, she began to really ride him pretty hard. It was his turn to moan as she slid repeatedly up and down his cock while lewdly wiggling her hips. When he seemed about to sputter his spunk inside her, she clamped her internal muscles around his cock. He roared as he felt her milking him. He finally cummed deep in her pussy and they climaxed together, closely embraced. As they enjoyed the aftermath of their bonding, they lay alongside. Patrick began fondling her breasts, hushing up her moans with deep kisses. - I wanted you so badly! I'm sorry but I couldn't delay my climax any longer, luv! - Shhh! You came so hard, so deep inside me, Patrick! I never felt anything like that with my husband! - I noticed it : you cummed just as if you hadn't been fucked for years! Chandeep opened wide her legs and placed her finger on her clit, pressing on it. She opened her pussy lips. - I want you again, here, inside me! Patrick bent down and started tickling her clit with his tongue. Chandeep immediately reacted by bucking feverishly as he licked away at her clit. She was moaning helplessly, her hands clutched in his thick hair - Please, Patrick, I beg you : fuck me again that hard! Her lover plunged on her and drove his hard cock into her. She screamed in delight! - Oh, thank you, Patrick! I love feeling your cock inside me! Both of them were exhausted. Patrick left to go back home. He had barely moved off that Chandeep deeply regretted his departure. - Oahh, I'm so stupid! I should have proposed him to stay for the night! She waited anxiously the next morning for a phone call or a visit. The morning passed and there was no sign of him. Chandeep passed by all the grades of anxiety and sorrow. Did he consider her just as a fuck doll, to be discarded after the first use. Her heart missed a few beats when the phone rang at last : it was Patrick! - Hello, Chandeep! I was afraid to phone you. You might have thought I took undue advantage on your helplessness! - What? Are you silly? I nearly died in fear you wouldn't call back! - I would have just dropped off a fine hot lady like you? I am not that stupid! - Let's stop arguing, Patrick : the only thing I want now is for you to fuck me! He invited her to a tea shop near Paris' cathedral in the Cité island. She agreed immediately. He would come and fetch her in just one hour. She scrambled to prepare herself. she decided to show him she could also wear daring European clothes : she put on a miniskirt she had bought someday on a shopping spree and had never worn, never even shown to her husband : he would have been shocked! She completed her outfit with the higher heels she had and a low cut buttoned blouse. Her breasts were half covered only. It had been a gift from French female friends of her husband when she had arrived in France. She glanced in a mirror, appalled by her own boldness. She really looked like so many of these students who swarmed near the Sorbonne University. She carefully combed her hair and applied her make up. She was choosing the hose she would put on under her skirt when the bell rang. It was Patrick! Her heart jumped inside her chest and she sprinted to meet him. It was when she sat in his car that she realized she hadn't put on any hose and more over she had forgotten to put on knickers. Both had remained on her bed! At the beginning, she was awfully embarrassed but she soon discovered that being almost naked under her short skirt could be exciting : she was with a man who had fucked her in her bed the previous evening and she was almost naked at less than two feet from him. He had just to slide his hand under her skirt or make her straddle him and he would slide his cock inside her twat without even having to strip her naked : it wasn't kinky! It was definitely obscene and it was totally her fault! Her situation seemed to turn her on to her surprise : her cunt was dripping, oozing shamelessly love fluids. She smelled the odor of a woman in heat as she had nicknamed it when her husband had fucked her for the first time during their first night after the wedding ceremony. Patrick complimented her about her outfit. He told her it was sexy but classy and it made her proud and happy. He placed her hand on her knee as he drove through Paris busy streets. - May I inquire whether you are wearing hose? Chandeep didn't answer. As she had not bucked when he had put his hand on her knee, he got soon emboldened. He placed his hand higher on her leg, more on the inner side where she was more sensitive! She closed her eyes and melted under his caresses. She didn't utter a word, but her legs opened slightly, just enough to let him continue his exploration. Then he moved his hand up to the place where her knickers should have been, just an inch or so from her crotch and froze. He was clearly puzzled not to encounter any barrier... Chandeep couldn't wait any longer : she just grabbed his wrist in her hand and moved his hand right against her slit, high between her legs. Patrick's eyes popped wide open as he realized Chandeep was naked under her skirt. He finally started massaging her pussy and pushing one then two fingers inside until he had found a parking place. He didn't stop then, not caring about the pedestrians walking by the car! Her skirt was completely bunched up around her hips and she had her legs parted wide to open completely to him. His fingers were now sliding in and out of her cunt in a frenzy. She was moaning in an incontrollable way. She was so horny he could have fucked her naked on the hood in front of one hundred people Chandeep enjoyed for the second time in her life orgasms in chains and her body bucked helplessly on the passenger seat. Patrick finally decided to leave the car. They climbed down but instead of walking to the tea shop, they went to an hotel and rent a room. They had to pay in advance as they had no luggage. Thoughts swirled in Chandeep's mind. She was gathering all the information she had on what a woman in love could do to the man of her dreams. As soon as Patrick had closed the door behind her, she dropped on her knees, bunched again her skirt around her waist to expose herself and opened her blouse. She undid her bra but kept the opened blouse on her bust. Her breasts were pushing the tails aside. They were just partially hidden but she knew she offered a very sexy view to Patrick. He put his engorged cock between her breasts and she pressed them hard around him, forming a tight sheath around him. He started humping slowly and she took the head of his cock into her mouth. She slavered as much as she could on his cock to lube it and make it more enjoyable for him. Patrick didn't want to sputter his cream between her glorious breasts. He pulled back reluctantly. He offered the tip of his cock to her mouth, telling her to give him a nice blowjob. She had rarely given head to her husband. She had felt it dirty, degrading and repulsive but she took his cock between her lips with a big smile, proud to have been chosen by Patrick! She slid her lips down onto him, trying to take as much as she could in her mouth. Again Patrick withdrew and Chandeep moaned in frustration. - Hurry up, Patrick, I can't wait anymore. I want you deep inside me, giving me the cream of your balls) Patrick carried her to the bed. The next noises were their labored breaths and the revealing sounds of the bed accompanying their moves. Then the reception clerk, two levels underneath could hear an exultant shout of joy. - Yesss, yesss, Patrick . Oh, God. Yesss! In a quite swift motion, Patrick had mounted Chandeep and had filled her with his cock. Her legs were splayed wide open to receive him and her heels were wrapped behind his knees, trapping him against her and urging him even deeper. Patrick fucked her with the long, powerful strokes of a man aiming for his immediate release. She humped back fiercely, showing she felt the same urgency. She punctuated her efforts with shrieks of delight, moans of lust and screams of passion. She planted her nails in his back, drawing feral gashes on his back. Blood was oozing from the deep gashes in his back and buttocks. Chandeep replied to each stroke with an almost impossible arching of her back. Patrick took both her ankles in his hands and lifted them to his shoulders height and parted them as wide as they would go. Her pussy was now nearly perfectly aligned with his cock and wide open. He plunged forward, driving his cock straight into her, burying it to the hilt as she moaned, whimpered and finally screamed in ecstasy. She then tossed her head back, her eyes closed and her mouth opened in a silent scream! She had never imagined she could feel such unbridled passion and lust for a man! Suddenly, Chandeep went very vocal again : - Ooooh, Patrick! Patrick!... Don't ever stttop! Fuck me, Fuck me harder!... deeper! Aaarrgggghhhhhh! Yes, just like that, continue.... Oh I would like it not to have an end! I want you to do it to me again and again for many years!!! Aaaahhhh! I'm cummming again! Chandeep's body writhed helplessly on the bed ; she heaved and bucked furiously beneath Patrick. Her legs were clenched around his back, trying to force him deeper into her belly. Waves after waves of pleasure rocked her body. Patrick suddenly froze : he was about to cum! Chandeep drummmed with her heels on his back - Don't cum now, Patrick! Just fuck me on! You're the one, the only one!. But it was too late! Patrick humped forward a last time, trying to bury himself even deeper into her ebullient love tunnel. He tossed his head back and unloaded another big wad of sperm into her. Chandeep screamed in ecstasy, accompanying his release with hers! When they had recovered, Chandeep covered the body of her lover with pecks and kisses, insisting on the cock that had given her such out of this world pleasure. - Oh, Patrick! It was so good! I never felt anything like that! Could we do it again later, this evening, maybe! - I would love to, darling. We can goto your flat and take the clothes you'll need. - I... I was thinking.... I wouldn't impose my self.. But I was thinking of staying more than a night! - T didn't dare to think of it, love! Stay as long as you want, darling, all your life! The day you'll leave me, I'll certainly die! She took him in her arms to conceal her emotion - Oh Thank you, Patrick! You're marvelous! I love you! You are my lover and I belong to you. I'm totally yours! You own me and I mean it. I'll move my belongings in your apartment as soon as possible! - But what about your husband? - He has abandoned me alone in Paris! I've a revenge to take on him! Chandeep's story will continue in chapter 4 as soon as Kira will have dealt with the other girls who need her assistance. Kitty Party in Paris Ch. 02 from an idea by dahlia57 * Kira organizes in Paris, every two months or so, a kitty party for the Indian women she had met on the plane when commuting between Paris and New Delhi. It's an occasion for these women to eat Indian pastries, share gossips, view the latest Indian movie or show off the last garments and jewels their husbands had bought them. As Kira is Kyrhan's very popular wife, these women often turn toward her when they run into big problems. Kira had noticed a group of three women who didn't seem to enjoy the party. The first one was Chandeep, married to an Indian computer specialist who is far more concerned by his job than by his wife's welfare. Kira's suggestions finally helped the young woman to win back her smile and joy in marriage. ---- The second woman Kira wanted to chat with was Mona, a nice girl from Uttar Pradesh (just at the east of Delhi). She was twenty six. Her family lived in Lucknow. Her husband Sukhbir had been sent to USA for three years. When she had been a student, Mona had been caught by the US police five years before with a four days expired visa. She had been expelled from the country. She had taken it carelessly but it was now a problem : Her new application had been rejected just because she appeared in police files. Kira's first idea was to ask for her husband's help. Kyrhan discovered that Mona had insulted the police officer who had arrested her. He had reported her behavior. The chances of having the decision reversed were minimal. When she was informed that Kyrhan couldn't help Mona, Kira met with the young woman. She was desperate as she hadn't seen her husband for three months at that moment. She would do anything. Kira apologized for her failure. - You should never have insulted the cop! They report quite precisely what you tell them and it can be used against you. - I know it but I thought it was just something for US TV series, not the real thing! - Alas, it was quite real! I think your only way out would be to obtain your husband's transfer to another post out of USA, unless your husband would be ready to resign? - No chance : he volunteered for this job as it is paid double. He wants to mount a business in Lucknow! - And he is ready to abandon his wife to earn more money? A nice husband you've found, Mona! - I met him at university. He wanted to succeed in business and promised me he would pamper me when his plans have been put to execution. - And if you suffer before that, he doesn't care!!! - I'm afraid so! Sukhbir declined to ask for another posting. I'm on my own! - Then why not use your feminine talents? Girls have weapons of massive persuasion, don't you think so? - Kira, what are you planning to do? - You'll see, pet! But I won't do anything ; YOU will! Mona asked to be received by the boss of the French branch of Sukhbir's company. He replied in less than two days, proposing a meeting on the next Friday afternoon around 5PM. The boss, a Frenchman, had apologized to her : his work schedule was full until then! When she arrived, the boss' secretary was about to leave. She informed him of Mona's arrival before her departure. A quarter of an hour later, the door opened. Two men left. They had business wallets, wearing buttoned up expensive suits and silk ties in dark blue business ties. They really looked like white copies of Sukhbir. The man who said them goodbye looked much more friendly : His vest was left unbuttoned, He wore a pink shirt with a red Scottish tartan tie. He glanced sideways to the woman in the waiting room and froze for a second. Mona was wearing a completely different type of garments, something that had never entered these offices : a deep red richly embroidered with gold threads semi transparent saree. It was her wedding gown : Kira had told her to put on her best clothes to win the man's full attention. She didn't know it but she had really made a deep impression on her husband's boss! From his place, he hadn't been able to decide whether the saree was made in the finest gauze or real lace. What was sure that the woman's garments underneath were totally exposed. The man pulled back and closed his door hastily. Mona repressed a smile : the reactions of people in the street on the way from her parking place to the offices had been similar! All the men stopped dead on their tracks and watched her walking by, as if they were suddenly paralyzed. Her unusual clothes made her appear haughty and mysterious. Mona had discovered during that short walk that she loved being watched by strangers, especially when they considered her as a purely sexual object. The fact she had a doctorate in business administration was no more of the least importance. Most of the girls accompanying the men had been furious, trying to pull them or scolding them for being interested by another girl. Mona felt she was dominating all these people just with her sex appeal and it was a mind boggling feeling for a highly educated woman. It must be the same with Kira when she crossed the lobby of her palace-hotel! The princess had advised Mona to try to seduce the man she was about to meet. She hadn't specified how far she would have to go. She had dressed to charm him, to take him under her spell. She hadn't realized the other people would react so strongly to her exotic appearance and furthermore, she hadn't expected that their reaction would have any effect on her. She was feeling proud, sexy, wantonly feminine and ready to conquer the world, starting from this small corner of France. Mona had covered her head in respect for her husband's boss but it made her even more mysterious and exciting for all the males around. Is there a young woman on Earth who would stay impervious to so many silent tributes! Her husband, after only one year of marriage, considered her just as a mobile piece of furniture. For all these men around her, she was the epitome of femininity! It sure had a very deep effect on her! The door opened again and the same man, most likely her husband's boss went to greet her. He had rearranged his clothes, buttoning his vest and retying his tie. He presented his hand for a classical handshake but she responded with a deep Namaste, the classical salutation in India. - Ahem... Sorry, Miss... Huuh, no , Mistress. You are Sukhbir's wife, aren't you? - Yes, sir, My name is Mona! - Good, my name is Jean-Claude, please enter my office! He stepped aside politely and offered her a seat in front of him. - How can I help you? - You know that Sukhbir married me less than a year ago. - Of course, the company offered a gift for your marriage. I chose it personally. - After just ten months, my husband was posted in the USA and I discovered I couldn't obtain a visa to accompany him? - Yes, a stupid problem but I'm afraid the US Embassy has been definitive : you'll never be allowed to travel there! - I miss terribly my husband, Sir! I'm depressed and I can't stay as I am. Would it be possible to transfer him to another assignment or back to Paris? - I'm sorry to disappoint you, Mistress, but I've no power on his assignment. His contract has been transferred to our US headquarters. They would consider only an application from him and after just two months, it would never be granted! The world shattered around Mona. Sukhbir would never ask to be transferred elsewhere. It had always been his dream of working in the USA. She burst into tears. Jean-Claude stood up and went close to her. He crouched to be at her level and hugged her with compassion. - I'm sorry to give you such bad news but I had to tell you I cannot be of help to you in this matter. Mona was speechless, completely stunned. He helped her up. - What can I do, Mr Jean-Claude? - Simply Jean-Claude for ladies, especially pretty ladies like you! Mona gathered just enough energy to smile back to his compliment. Frenchmen often present compliments to women even at office. It's considered polite even though in other countries it would be considered as sexual harassment. Everything considered, maybe the French way could be better! Nobody forces women to answer by more than a smile or a thank you! Trying to minimize the fact you are discussing with a pretty woman and acting as if she was not different from a man may seem close to schizophrenia! Mona had taken some time to get accustomed to it but now she considered that politeness as granted. The young woman looked for some comfort by leaning her head against the man's chest. Her sorrow was so deep that she buried her face in the crook of his arm. He encircled her shoulders in hi left arm for several minutes. Mona was unable to think about the situation. She just felt the comfort of his warm embrace. He didn't break the silence for a long time. - May I offer you a dinner in a restaurant. You cannot go back home in this sorry state! Mona had not enough strength to decline Jean-Claude's proposal. He phoned to book a table in a very select restaurant near the Louvre museum. - Do you want to refresh your make up : the restaurant is not very far from here. Jean Claude helped Mona to the direction toilets. She automatically arranged her lipstick and she put on eye liner and elaborate eyeshadows : a woman in Paris needed to keep a good appearance when invited in a select restaurant. Jean Claude opened the car door to the passenger seat before taking his own place : another French custom! The restaurant was in a not very busy street. The maitre d'h in the entrance took Jean Claude's coat and saluted them. He seemed a bit surprised to have a woman in saree in his restaurant but he tried to look perfectly at ease. Mona expected their table would be in the main room but the Maitre d'h led them to a small room, completely upholstered in fine silk with subdued lighting. There was a single table with just two seats. Contrary to the tradition, both seats were not face to face but side to side. Jean Claude would be just inches from her... Mona had a fleeting thought that it wasn't a business place : it was more like a restaurant where you could start a romance. Curiously, she didn't protest. She really would like Jean Claude to make a pass at her! The aperitive was a Champagne cup with black current cream : a royal Kir. She had a fling for that drink! After that, she was somewhat tipsy and her inhibitions had been consequently reduced. Mona was a true veggie, so she declined the oysters as starters and the chateaubriand (rare thick beef fillet) as the main dish. Fortunately, the restaurant had special dishes for vegetarians. The waiter had left them alone in the small room. He came just from time to time to serve food, propose a second helping, replenish their glasses and ask if they needed anything. Her husband had never treated Mona in such a restaurant. She had noticed that the Carte she had been given didnÕt mention any prices while his one did. Before the starters were served, the maitre dÕh came and whispered something to Jean-ClaudeÕs ear. He discreetly took away the magnificent bunch of pink roses and replaced it with an even more important bunch of red roses. She inquired to him why the flowers had been changed. he answered with a joke but Mona had read that there was a language of flowers : pink roses for formal or business meals, red roses meant deep love or lust, yellow roses were offered to a cuckold and so on. Mona smiled to Jean Claude and he delicately touched her hand. She froze but he just caressed the back of her hand with a finger. The waiter entered at that moment with the starters. Jean Claude pulled back his hand in haste. Mona felt somewhat abandoned : this small and short contact had thrilled her! They ate in silence. Jean Claude was glancing at her, trying to understand her body language. Mona kept her eyes downward on her plate. The clues he could gather were minimal :she hadnÕt withdrawn her hand, she hadnÕt protested this small physical contact and she ate wuth a good appetite. Finally, Mona broke the silence : - Oh, Sir... - Jean Claude, I told you not to be formal with me! - Sorry, IÕve never been invited to such a restaurant. The room is magnificent, service is impeccable and the food so far is delicious! - And what do you think of this wine? - It flows in my mouth like the finest nectar. It's mellow and very aromatic! - I'm pleased you love it, Mona! I'll offer you a couple of bottles. Jean-Claude picked her hand and brought it to his mouth. He just grazed her hand with his lips but kept it in his warm grip. Mona didn't try to free her hand. She even smiled back to him. He appeared pleased by her reaction or more precisely by her lack of it. - Jean-Claude, I must thank you to take so much of your time for me. You should be with your wife! - I'm single : no wife, no girl friend, no attachments : I'm totally free to take care of you, Mona! She relaxed completely and started to really enjoy the dinner. The food was delicious, the wines were stupendous and Jean Claude was simply gorgeous. She was in a dream : Maybe that Prince intended to take her to his fairy palace! They exchanged small talk until the main plate was served. Their fingers were now entwined and she would never have thought of pulling away her hand. The maitre d'h smiled when he entered the room and switched on a suave slow dance music. He dimmed even further the lights. The atmosphere was now very romantic and Mona was extremely sensitive to it. She didn't object when he proposed her to dance to that ethereal music. He took her hand to guide her and circled her waist with the other arm. Mona immersed herself in the music. Gradually she leant closer to him. Her face nestled in his shoulder at the base of his neck. Jean Claude was so tall. She would have to wear very high heels the next time he would invite her! Mona blushed from the idea that she wished already they would meet again while he hadn't even hinted to that possibility! She felt drowsy, unable to resist to the tempest that was raging in her head. Would Jean Claude try to kiss her? Would she resist or would she surrender? If she abandoned him her lips, he would surely want more. How far did she want to go : a simple mild flirt or a real affair? She felt his head bending toward hers. She turned her head toward him and opened slightly her lips. She needed more air now. Jean Claude took it as an invitation and covered her mouth with his. God in Indian movies, the actresses never really kissed the hero! She never found the strength to push him back! They exchanged a very long kiss! Suddenly, Mona felt a pressure on her lips. She was so enthralled by their kiss that she didn't realize immediately what it was! He was trying to French-kiss her, something she had always considered obscene and lewd. Nobody had ever tried to kiss her in that manner! But tonight was different : she was in Paris, in the arms of her French lover! She smiled when she realized she had just admitted that Jean-Claude was her French lover. She opened her mouth to allow his tongue to swirl into her own. The following ballet of their tongues in the space of their glued mouths was a promise of future other achievements. Mona pushed out of her mind, even the idea of cheating on her husband : he had left her alone in a foreign country with no friends, no support but a weekly mail, as cold as the one you send to some cousin or other. Maybe Sukhbir had a girlfriend, there in the USA and at this hour, he was snoring in his bed with the girl in his arms! A discreet cough wakened her from her daydream in which she had been completely lost. The Maitre d'h was bringing in the main course. Mona thought that his smile was broader than at his previous entrance. He must love to be the privileged witness of her slow seduction! They returned to their seats. The food was just as she loved it : fresh and spicy, the perfect prelude to a hot night. The only question that puzzled Mona's mind was whether Jean Claude wanted to fuck her on the small settee in a corner of the dining room or would he wait until they had gone to his house, unless he had the stamina to fuck her twice that evening. Sukhbir always fell asleep as soon as he had spewed his cum in her belly! She must be careful : her husband had never been able to sire a baby in her womb but she was pretty sure that Jean Claude had a much more potent sperm. She counted in her head : she was in a safe period. No need to take special care and Jean Claude seemed the brainy type : he would surely use a rubber! Now, Mona was impatient the meal would be over : Jean Claude could move to more pleasant matters. The food had been unequalled but she expected the rest of the night would be even more memorable and momentous, at least for her! Their eyes were now riveted to one another. Their knees were touching under the table, their feet were dancing a samba together. Jen Claude was even bold enough to take off his shoes and caress her calf under her saree with his big toe. She smiled to him and offered her lips to him while the maitre d'h was serving them wine again. This time, she didn't try to push her lover away. She didn't care any more if a stranger watched her kissing her lover. In a few minutes, he could even watch her being fucked in that room. Mona had suddenly decided that she couldn't wait to go to Jean-Claude's house. She HAD to fuck her now! Mona's lover must have felt her urgency. He called the maitre d'h. - Pierre! We would like not to be disturbed for some time. We will ring for the desserts if it's not too inconvenient for you? - It's often the case, here, Sir! The restaurant is open until dawn. Take as long as you want! Milady is so pretty! Mona was deeply touched by this last comment. She had never considered she was pretty and her husband had never told her so but the men in the street had watched her with so avid eyes, the maitre d'h was so obsequious and above all, Jean Claude had such an avid look that it was clear her sex appeal was very high. Damn why her stupid husband had cloistered her in their home, just as if she was shamefully disfigured. In Jean-Claude's arms, she felt just a real woman. How the princess Kira had expressed it? Ah yes, a weapon of mass persuasion! Sukhbir had dropped that weapon as if she was useless but she was sure that, with a more supportive man, she could reach far higher rewards... As soon as the Maitre d'h had disappeared, Jean-Claude helped Mona up and placing an arm behind her back and another one under her knees, he carried her toward the settee. Mona encircled his head with her arms and drew him to her. She kissed him feverishly. It was her turn of shamelessly exploring his mouth with her tongue. She knew she was spurring his desire tremendously and he would fuck her very hard but she wanted to discover how more pleasurable would a hot romp with a gorgeous stud like Jean Claude during a whole night be than a tepid and usually so short encounter with her fat and balding career oriented husband! Jean Claude helped her on her feet, her legs touching the silk upholstering of the couch that would receive their first sex session. Mona was sure it wouldn't be a single occasion but just the first of many very fulfilling occasions. She wondered, just a fleeting thought but a clear sign of her deepening involvement, whether Jean Claude could be a good father? If ever she decided to have a baby from him, she would like it to be conceived either in this restaurant after such a wonderful dinner or in Kira's palace. The princess had presented a film report on her splendid hotel at one of her famous kitty party and Mona would love to spend a few days there, among all this mind boggling luxury! Jean-Claude pulled up her pallu and her saree uncoiled from around her body. She had expected that her lover wouldn't know how to disrobe her but he seemed a lot more experienced than she had expected. The choli had no hooks, just ribbons tied in her back. Jean-Claude's sharp eyes had caught it as he had pulled up her saree. In the same movement, he pulled the thread holding her petticoat. Both garments plummeted graciously to the ground. Mona was just now wearing a red lace bra and assorted knickers. Jean Claude removed them calmly and told her in a mockingly reproachful voice : Kitty Party in Paris Ch. 02 - I don't want you to ever wear such ugly undies! Mona teasingly replied : - What kind of undies should I wear, from now on, my beloved Lord and Master? - You aren't to wear any in any circumstances, my love! I want you always ready to receive me. Next time, I may just bunch your saree and your petticoat around your waist and nail you to the wall! - God, I would like it! Being fucked by a very virile man must be a delight! - You're about to discover it, darling, before I take you to my castle, princess! - Do you intend to keep me prisoner, there, my beautiful Prince? - No, princess, just throw my treasures and my heart to your feet, Mona! Jean-Claude took her in his arms again and carried her onto the settee. He deposited her on it as if she was the most fragile parcel on Earth and hastily undid his own garments. Mona helped him with his tie and unbuttoned his shirt in a frenzy. She couldn't wait to be totally his, now! She looked down and discovered a big hairy dick. God! It was much bigger than her husband's! Would it fit into her tight pussy? She had to find it out immediately! She discarded the idea of taking the usual precautions. She drew him to her in a savage gesture : - Are you man enough to fuck me full of your potent sperm? If I'm satisfied with your performance, I may consider an application to breed me, in the future! - To breed you? Do you imply that you could think of carrying my babies someday? - You would have to fuck me real good now and in the future, then to take good care of me in the coming months! - You're a tease! Just consider yourself already fucked! Expect no mercy! - I didn't ask for any, my Lord and Master! He didn't need further encouragement, and he began to fingerfuck Mona's pussy. He mounted her, guiding his big cock into her dripping wet pussy. He slowly pushed the head of his cock into her twat, easing then it completely inside. Mona's cunt had never been used for three months now and had never been visited by such a big intruder. Jean-Claude felt as if he was fucking a virgin. It was glorious and totally unexpected but he always kept his good manners. He stopped his drilling to inquire : - Tell me if I hurt you, Mona! You're so tight that you feel like a virgin. May I pop your cherry, my sweet love? - You shouldn't stop to ask silly questions, Jean Claude! I want you deep into my cunt, spurting in my womb. I'll tell you if you're too big for my virginal love channel! Jean Claude gave a quick hard thrust forward. Mona screamed as she felt him balls deep into her slit. She clutched at his chest desperately. - Jean Claude, darling, you are all the way in! I was wishing it since the moment you kissed me for the first time! Mona's lover started his back and forth seesaw movements. Each time, he gained a fraction of an inch and Mona's pleasure screams got to a higher pitch. She had remained still as he was entering her, to focus on the unprecedented flashes of pleasure that came from her heavily worked pussy. But now, she furiously fucked back at him. Suddenly, Jean Claude stiffened. He felt hot lava spurting from his cock and coating the internal walls of Mona's pussy. The young woman could be rather inexperienced but she knew what was happening : he was unloading a big wad inside her. She was somewhat sad not to have cummed at the same moment as he had erupted inside her. She tried to hump back to prolong her pleasure Mona was in for a surprise when she felt Jean Claude resuming his movements inside her. He had softened just a little and in a couple of minutes, he was quite pleasantly as big as she could wish inside her. He was soon slamming into her again! This time, there was no possibility for her to block her impending climax. His big balls were dancing against her buttocks as he pounded her hard. Mona screamed in bliss just at the moment Jean-Claude had decided it and her scream triggered his own climax. Mona writhed desperately on the settee as waves after waves of ultimate ecstasy rocked her body. She came over and over so many times that she fainted, literally fucked out. When she regained her wits, she felt somewhat sore. She looked at her cunt in a mirror : it was gaping open, stretched out much more than he had ever been even the first time Sukhbir had fucked her. It was curious : now every time she referred to him, it was in the past tense. Her present husband was no longer the man of her life, her mate was Jean Claude who had just fucked her so masterfully! Both of them were exhausted and needed to take some rest. Both of them knew it would be a short break : their bodies were still thirsting after one another. Jean Claude helped her put on back her clothes. Mona searched for her bra and knickers but he stopped her : - Tut Tut, pretty little fucked up cunt, you promised you wouldn't wear any bra or knickers now! Do you remember it? - Yes, Master! It was just a reflex! Don't punish me until I'm accustomed to it. Just a question : how will I do this winter. It's very cold then in Paris! - Of course, I won't force you to wear such a flimsy saree when we have a walk on the banks of the Seine. Do you know that you can find something named long skirts, suspenders and wool stockings? They might help but if you are still OK with it, Tomorrow evening, we'll go to your flat and dispose of all the unwanted items of your wardrobe. - I'll do anything to please you, my Lord and Master! - You very first mission, tomorrow morning will be to go to a beauty parlor and have your body hair completely and definitively removed. Three or four laser depilations of your pussy and under arms should be sufficient! - Will it hurt, master? - A bit, I'm afraid, Mona, but it will be for our mutual pleasure! Jean Claude led her to his car. Hers would stay in the parking until the next morning. He wanted her to immediately consider herself as his mate. When they had arrived to their destination, he showed her where she would put her clothes, her shoes and he gave her a key of his apartment. - Take your sarees, your kameez, lehengas and shuridars, your shoes especially those with high heels and your coats, blouses, shirts and sweaters. Do you have miniskirts, tops and tight shorts. - No, Master! - Then we'll buy a few for your immediate needs. When you have beautiful legs like yours, you should show them off! Mona wanted to take one of his pajama tops to go to sleep but Jean Claude was adamant : she would sleep in the nude, just as himself and they would fuck again whenever they awakened. - Don't worry, pet! In just a pair of weeks, you'll be able to doze off with my cock still deep in your cunt or elsewhere. It'll get hard again still inside you and we won't waste a second! The next week was very busy for Mona, transferring what she wanted to keep, discarding everything Jean-Claude didn't want her to wear. Every morning before he left to work, he wanted to verify she had obeyed his instructions. She had to flash him her bald pussy to show him the growth of her pubic hair and her lack of undies. He often unbuttoned her blouse or her choli to be sure she wasn't wearing a bra. Her just fucked appearance usually made him hard again and he enjoyed just pulling out his cock of his suit and making her completely naked in front of him. He would fuck her rather hard and left her whimpering and moaning on the floor, her cunt filled up with his sperm while he was already in the elevator, whistling a tune. When she was at ease in her new home, Jean Claude decided she needed a job to occupy her. With a doctorate in business administration, it should be relatively easy. Sukhbir didn't want her to have a job. He wanted she remained a stay at home wife without social activities but Jean Claude didn't share the same views... The director of human resources in his French branch was retiring. He proposed her application with a good commendation and it was accepted. She would work just two offices from his and he could summon her at any time for very confidential meeting. He summoned her nearly every day, on occasion in the morning and in the afternoon... Jean Claude's next step was to inquire on Sukhbir's life in the USA. The man had no trouble to discover that Sukhbir lived with another Indian girl from their home city of Lucknow. Mona recognized on the photographs one of his former sweethearts. Mona immediately sued for divorce. Her demand was granted soon. Sukhbir hadn't tried to fight back as she wasn't asking for too important alimony. On the day Mona was notified of her divorce, she had taken a day off at her job. When Jean Claude came back home, he found Mona wearing her wedding saree with all her jewels. She had put on gala make up. Mona had prepared a flower collar she passed around his neck and washed his feet. He was surprised by all these attentions until he carried her to their bedroom. In a red bow with a satin ribbon around it, he discovered Mona's contraceptive pills. He looked up at her puzzled and wondering what she was up to. - My darling Jean Paul, this is an offering I make to you of my contraceptive pills. I recognize you are also the master of my womb. You will decide if and when I'm to be bred and even by whom if you want. You own me totally, now! You'll decide, whenever you want, my fate : I'll be your girlfriend, your slave, your fuck toy, your cum slut or your wife if you want. Just order and I will obey! - Why choose only one option, Mona darling? I want you to be all of these : You wont take these pills from now on. I'll marry you in six months. During the marriage ceremony, everyone will know I've bred you as your tummy will be already heavy with baby. You'll be my personal milk dispenser for the next ten years, at the minimum, maybe much longer. - Could I deliver our baby in India, Master, my love? I know a palace hotel, managed by the wife of a real Prince. She has told me they have a state of the art nursery. - Granted, love! IÕll do everything I can to please you! Needless to say, Mona had never been sad again at Kira's kitty parties, somewhere in Paris and Mona and her second husband often go for a dinner in a certain restaurant in a quiet street in Paris... Note : I may tell you a few other adventures of Mona and Jean Claude some day... Kitty Party in Paris Ch. 03 from an idea by Dahlia57 Kira loved to socialize, especially with people from India when she was in France or from France and nearby countries when she was in India : probably some deep longing. She had established a custom of having a kitty party every two months mostly for the women she had met on the plane to or from Paris. In order not to give up her condition of having a French husband under a name and an Indian husband under an other one, she organized her parties in Paris under her Indian name of Kira Chowdhury, married to the prince Kyrhan Singh, a member of the Indian government. She was the center of the party and everyone turned toward her whenever they had a problem. Kira was accustomed to it as it was the same problem in her hotel-palace in India! At the latest party, Kira had noticed three girls who didn't enjoy the meeting, staying with a sad appearance in a corner. She had stopped to discuss with them and try to help with a few advices and eventually an intervention. The first one had been Chandeep who complained of her husband, Abhijeet. He had been posted temporarily abroad and she missed his attention, up to thinking of killing herself. Kira told her to call a doctor. Chandeep obeyed but the French doctor was simply gorgeous and he seduced her. The second one was Mona, married to Sukhbir who had asked for a job in the USA. In fact, he had moved in with a former sweetheart from his hometown of Lucknow. Mona had divorced and ended married happily to the boss of the French branch of the company where her first husband worked. Even her own career had been a success : her first husband had forbidden her to work but her new lover helped her enter the company as director of human resources. The last girl was Shaina, married to someone named Harpreet. Kira had met him twice : he was very nice and gentle, apparently deeply in love with hiswife. Shaina was certainly the last girl who would need counseling! - Shaina, sweetie! You're weeping! Tell me about your problem! Maybe I can help you! - Oh, Kira dear, you're so considerate! Yes you are right : I had a big problem with my husband a few months ago. I've finally found a solution but its consequences are opposite to my own beliefs. I wouldn't want to return to the previous situation which undermined me but the stable solution I've found makes me shameful whenever I think to it, even though my needs are now totally fulfilled! - Sorry, Shaina, I don't understand. Could you tell me your story in more precise terms? - Beg your pardon, Kira! I'm so immersed in my problems that I must have been rather elliptic! Here is the recent story of my life. Just promise you won't ever tell to my husband! - I swear it by anything I consider sacred to my heart, Shaina! ----- Harpreet was a production engineer working for a French motor company. It had decided to hire people worldwide to attract new talents. In a couple of years, Harpreet was considered very trustworthy and conscious of his duty, maybe even too much. He had volunteered to assume the management of the night shifts. This meant he would leave home around eight PM and come back around 6:00 AM, six days a week. The seventh day, he was always so tired that he slept most of the time. His wife was a nurse, in the same company infirmary but on day hours, that is from eight AM to four PM. Harpreet and Shaina were newly wed and they tried very hard to maintain time for their couple although their work time tables were quite different. They rarely had the occasion of having even dinner together and their sex encounters were limited to morning wee hours when Harpreet came back home tired and Shaina, still half groggy with sleep prepared to take her breakfast. Both of them hated that situation but the most deeply hit was Shaina who spent all her nights alone in her bed while the books she read and the movies she watched dealt with flamboyant love stories with the hero always enjoying the company of his dream girl. It was clearly not adult's stuff but it had a very destructive effect on Shaina. As her depression set in, Shaina had fits of tears that grew more and more frequent and lasted longer and longer! She complained to her husband but he took it lightly, sure it would pass and be forgotten soon... but her depression was still getting deeper. She tried to enter women groups, sport centers and such things. It was a welcome derivative but she still found herself alone in her bed at night. Her pillow kept getting always wet with tears on the morning. Even her neighbors knew of her predicament and pitied her. One of her friends kept insisting she should take a night out to see new faces, raid a shopping mall, chat with other people, drink and eat, maybe even dance with some guys! Harpreet just didn't care. As long as his clothes were washed and ironed and food ready in the fridge, Shaina would just have to reply to e mails. Shaina and Claudine went shopping together near Barbes in the Sentier district : there are plenty of clothes shops, mostly wholesalers but many of them offered retailers services at bargain prices. Claudine seemed to know many people there! Shaina emerged from it with an important addition to her wardrobe : mostly short dresses, low cut tops and high heel shoes, completely different from everything she bought on her seldom shopping sprees with Harpreet! Claudine told her when she bought a rather daring short dancing dress that she absolutely wanted to see her wearing it on a dance floor that very evening! Shaina reluctantly agreed to it. She would never admit it but these repetitive fitting sessions had really had an effect on her mind : she felt alive again, her gloom was just a bad memory! The two friends dropped their bags at Shaina's flat, they changed into adequate outfits and went to a private swimming pool near the Seine river. There were even a spa and massage booths. The swimming pool was open to both sexes and Claudine taught Shaina how to walk around the swimming pool, from the bar to the restaurant. The game was to show off their brand new bikinis and matching pareos while attracting the attention of the most handsome guys around! Shaina was naturally quite shy but it was so exciting to catch someone on a recliner with his eyes focused on her breasts or buttocks. After the first minutes, it always made Shaina giggle and laugh with Claudine. A girl would take care not to watch the men leering at her but only those watching her friend. They informed one another with impish laughs... Shaina noticed that each time Claudine told her someone was ogling her, she amplified the swaying of her hips and the pouting of her mouth! It was so exciting to become the queen of a hive of admirers. Harpreet was so uninterested in her that she could have welcomed him stark naked, he just wouldn't have realized it! They quietly stayed out by the pool and drank several daiquiris until dinner. On two occasions, guys from nearby tables offered them cocktails! They accepted them with no fuss, lifting their glasses to the ceiling to thank the generous donors. The guys still queued to dance with them but Shaina wanted absolutely to go back home before her husband left for work. The next day, she wouldn't be able to use the same excuse as Harpreet had a meeting with his top bosses : he would leave early before his normal business hours. Claudine and Shaina were by the pool by 1 PM for lunch. They were soon surrounded by a swarm of gorgeous males who tried to vie with one another offering them drinks, exchanging jokes that kept getting more and more daring. Guys can be really funny and Shaina enjoyed being the coveted prize of such a competition. It was so different from her normal, so dull life! Two of them seemed really interested and were sufficiently attractive to catch Claudine's attention. She invited them to their table without bothering to ask for Shaina's agreement! They chatted gaily, presenting themselves. One of the two guys lived in the same block than Shaina while the other one had a house just a few blocks from Claudine. Both men were extremely well built. They decided to take dinner together before going to a dance hall nearby. In fact, it was Claudine who engineered it all. She was single and she had completely relinquished the idea of remaining shy and discreet. Her lovers were constantly changing and that was a part of the fascination she exerted on Shaina who would have loved to be so completely at ease with strangers. Claudine told them everything, their ages, that Shaina was of Indian origin and married with some boring, job crazy husband, but she pointed out that she was free of any attachment. Shaina had to admit that these two guys were both hot, very hot! They were sport coaches in a nearby fitness club, too trendy and expensive for Claudine and they did work out everyday. That could explain their impressive muscles and the total absence of flabbiness in their bellies. They proposed to the girls to come and exercise with them in their club outside the opening hours whenever they wanted. They frequently worked out down there at these hours and a couple of pretty girls would be quite welcome. At the end of the day, they returned to their houses to shower and prepare for their dinner together. In fact, if they wore such sexy outfits, they could offer them free access at any time : the club would be soon overcrowded by lecherous patrons! During dinner, the table had two seats on each side and, quite naturally, shaina sat next to her neighbor while Claudine and the other guy faced them. Shaina had chosen a strapless short dress that gave her a devastating cleavage that her neighbor seemed to appreciate a lot while Claudine had put on her sleevelees top with crossing straps in front giving her a mind boggling cleavage but advertising she wasn't wearing any bra! They knew that both of them were dressed to kill and they enjoyed it! Both men appeared to keep their manners and they continued their chat as if there had been no interruption. The two girls were tipsy from too much daiquiris and a few straight shots of vodka. They were flirting outrageously. Shaina couldn't stop herself feeling her neighbor's muscles in his arms and his chest. He was flirting back to her and told her nice words her husband hadn't said to her for years. The magic of the latin lover was doing its usual effect. An English or American girl would have already surrendered completely. Claudine was French and more accustomed to such a shower of compliments. It was completely new for Shaina and her faithfulness to her husband would be certainly jeopardized if they went dancing! They finally arrived in the dance hall just after midnight, at the hours were one dance on two was some languid slow with the lights dimmed out, the ideal moment for lovers to rub against one another, for hands to snake under the hems of skirts and dresses and the girls' hands too weary to push the guys' away once more! Claudine suddenly decided that she wanted to go to her partner's apartment. She suggested in addition that Shaina and Frank just go to his flat and get it over together. They giggled and joked. Claudine soon left with her boyfriend, tightly embraced. Shaina and Frank suddenly were on their own without chaperon! They looked one another uncertain on their reaction. Shaina had drunk way too much and she was totally unable to oppose to any move by Frank! He moved to a large armchair and drew Shaina to him. She sat on his lap without protesting, encircled his neck with her arms and drew him to her. Their mouths joined and they didn't wait for a long time before French kissing passionately one another! Shaina followed without difficulty Frank to his apartment. She knew she was about to cheat on her husband and that made her feel guilty and a bit slutty but he had just to kiss her one more time to make her uneasiness dissolve. She offered her lips to her so handsome lover and whispered to him that she had never been unfaithful to her husband, begging him to be especially gentle with her. A Frenchman would never decline such a tender confession and he immediately started to remove her clothes. She may have always been a good girl, but that was coming to its end. Meanwhile, Harpreet was busy giving orders to his team. He wouldn't imagine that his wife was being undressed by a stranger in his apartment at the same moment and she was helping him as much as she could! As soon as the door closed, they faced each other and started to exchange deep kisses. Frank held her in his powerful arms and pressed her to him. She could already feel something getting long and hard stirring in his pants. She unconsciously started to wiggle her hips to feel it better. Her shameful desire for this man made her feel guilty but her husband had neglected her so completely for so long that she considered he was the real culprit : if a husband prefers his job to his wife, she is likely almost certain to look for compensation elsewhere or sue for divorce. She still loved him too much to desert him completely but it was just as a souvenir of their first moments together! When you are married to a pretty girl, you have to choose between two possibilities : remaining her lover as before your marriage or becoming her cuckold! Nowadays, the social or religious ties have no significant importance any more in most countries. Shaina was far from her family, from her original country and immersed in a rather permissive civilization where being a cuckold is considered so ridiculous that you keep it secret as completely as you can! Shaina was soon on her knees, with Frank's cock hard fucking her slutty mouth. He had taken handfuls of her hair in both his hands and used them as handles to control her movements. He continuously drove his cock in and out of her cum hungry mouth as if he wanted to prove his dominance on her! She groaned helplessly as she kept sucking his cock in a deep fervor. After about 10 minutes of this, he whispered to her ear : - You told me you're an Indian girl! Do you own a saree, by chance? She nodded, not realizing what he was up to. - Good! I've always dreamt of fucking a girl wearing a saree. If we are to meet again, I want you to wear a see through saree next time! She nodded again : it was of no importance for her but it seemed to have a special meaning for Frank. The future of their relations was in his hands. If he was the good lover she thought, she could visit him quite often but if she wasn't satisfied, he would never have the occasion to see her in a saree! For the time being, Shaina was wearing a strapless short black dress. Frank asked her to get up. Shaina had no reason not to abide to his desire. She looked at him with inquiring eyes. He encircled her in his arms. She immediately cuddled against him. She giggled happily when she felt him pulling down the zipper at the back of her dress. Her dress slowly glided down her body finishing in a heap on the floor. She wore now only her black bra, her g string, black lace suspenders and stockings. She was so sexy with her stiletto that Franck whistled appreciatively! - I rarely saw such a pretty girl in my life! Would you do me the pleasure of stripping down for my pleasure, Shaina! Just keep your suspenders, your stockings and of course your gorgeous shoes. Naked girls should never forget to put on high heel shoes : it makes their legs so mouth watering! You'll be stupendous, my dear! Very soon after, she was down with just the clothes he wanted her to wear. It was so pleasant to have a man directing her. Some of her friends would have said he was dominating her but she intensely relished been ordered to exhibit herself in front of him. The guilt had completely disappeared. She was just following Frank's instructions. She had no decisions to take just be there and keep in the mood. The sexual tension between them was growing and she enjoyed it terribly : it was so different from the evenings with Harpreet : he would just watch the TV program and he wouldn't even have noticed whether she was fully clothed or stark naked. He was definitively stupid to have allowed such a top class prize to escape from his hands and finish in Frank's hands. The Frenchman couldn't believe his luck. Some men just don't realize the treasures they have with their mates! Frank grinned as he looked at her from head to toe. She did not speak, but she gave him a bright smile that illuminated the room. He pulled her closer to him, as he sat on a low table. He then put his arms around her waist and drew her to him. He kissed her lightly on her tummy. I gently circled her delicate navel with his tongue before pushing it into the depths of that unusual receptacle. It had a slight sweaty taste, a testimony of the heat of their evening together. She moaned in pleasure as he explored the deeper recesses of her navel. Frank knew how to deal with young women. Hartreep was nothing but a boy to her eyes now! Only Frank could play with her body in such a delightful manner! His touches were heavenly! She was now totally open to his caresses, impatient to follow him on the paths to ultimate pleasure! His hands were now caressing her buttocks, his fingers exploring the deep crevice between them, turning around the rosette of her asshole nestled in the heart of her juicy ass. She held his head in her hands and caressed his hair, moaning softly but both of them couldn't delay their pleasure any longer. Shaina turned her back to him and opted immediately for one of the Kama sutra figures she loved the most : the inverted horse with her knees along his hips. Frank chuckled : -We name it the swing position or the aretin position from a renaissance italian sketch maker! Shaina was a bit mortified learning that Europeans or at least Frenchmen had something comparable to Kama Sutra! She promised herself she would try all the positions with Frank in the next weeks. She was sure that Indian tradition was more complete! She didn't admit it at that moment but she was already thinking to the saree she would put on for their next encounter! John wasn't aware that he had just been hired as a permanent substitute for her almost always absent husband! Frank leaned down and took the sensitive buds of her nipples in his mouth, kissing, sucking and licking them with evident pleasure. He soon made them hard. Harpreet had never tried any oral sex with her ; he always shut off the lights, freed his cock from his pants, pushed up her nightie, reached between her legs and entered her without the least foreplay. Frank was so different : he clearly was most interested by her own pleasure than by just emptying his balls into her pussy in a quite perfunctory gesture! Frank loved giving and receiving pleasure, always thinking to his partner. For the first time in her life, she didn't feel like a ragdoll, used and abused with no consideration! Frank moved his hands by a couple of inches and began fondling and her gorgeous breasts. They exchanged kisses and small talk : another difference with Harpreet who was so concentrated that he had no exchanges with his wife when he fucked her : she could have been an animal or a fuck toy for males. His hands kept exploring her body, caressing her hips, her thighs or her luscious bottom as they kissed. She could feel the muscles moving on his strong arms and firm back and it was also a complete change from her husband who never exercised, never went swimming, just relaxing in front of the TV : the perfect couch potato! Even Frank's clothes added to her present enjoyment : he loved wearing body hugging shirts that flattered his large frame while Harpreet preferred baggy clothes that hid his bulging belly. Frank told her to spread her legs as he prepared to penetrate her. She complied immediately but he ordered her to part even wider her thighs. She was surprised eing ordered around like an actress in a porn movie but she opened herself as wide as she could to please him. His next order was to open her pussy lips with her fingers to allow him to fuck her faster and deeper from the first moment. He rubbed her clit with his right thumb. Shaina had not had good oral sex ever in her life and within a minute she was panting and moaning helplessly. After another minute, she realized that her first orgasm was mounting and he hadn't even entered her! Kitty Party in Paris Ch. 03 He crawled up between her legs to find the best angle and placed the tip of his huge cock straight against her eager, very wet with arousal pussy. He grasped her legs in his powerful hands. They were already pulled apart as far as they would go but he lifted them high in the air. He forced his huge cock into her pussy just at the same moment. He pushed into her not just the knob but a good half of his long shaft. Shaina was caught completely off guard : with Hartreep, penetration was long and painful with him humping feverishly forward into her dry pussy. Frank had taken the time needed to arouse her to the level where she would have begged for him to fuck her. Frank was in total control and she was so wet that her pussy emitted gurgling shameful noises as he moved into her but she felt no pain at all, just the mind boggling feeling of being stuffed to capacity. God! How had she been able to withstand the painful efforts of her husband? The poor sod was a virgin on the day of their marriage, just like her and none of them had had the experience needed to make them enjoy their marital relations : she wasn't a mare to be ravaged by a stallion, after all! Frank's cock was of the same girth as Harpreet, just a bit longer, about two inches more that allowed him to pound against her cervix and it was such an unusual feeling. But the main difference was, of course, that frank knew how to use his magical tool. Shaina's joy was so much greater! He kept pulling out his cock, leaving just the tip of his cock inside her than ramming it in, alternating slow penetrations and more virile ones that played havoc with her feelings. He could be at times gentle sensual and playful and just a minute later be brutal and rough. She enjoyed when he cuddled her but also when she felt raped! She had never felt such power, such control with her husband. She was totally immersed in her pleasure and she was enjoying the ever changing intensity of their coupling. She was totally his at this moment! - More! I want more! Yesssssss, please don't stop, Frank! Frank felt for her pussy. It was dripping wet and perfectly bald. He had enjoyed rubbing it with his palm. If Shaina decided to become his girlfriend, he would want it to become permanent : he loved caressing a mature cunt that felt like a little girl's delicate pussy. He parted her love lips and inserted a finger into her dripping cunt. As his finger massaged the inner walls of her love tunnel, she rolled her eyes back in rapture, and moaned aloud. He soon pulled out his finger, just to ram her with two fingers. As his entwined fingers recklessly probed her pussy, he started to roll her clit with his thumb. She was quickly writhing in pleasure on the makeshift bed. He withdrew his fingers suddenly, teasing her. She looked back at him with pleading eyes. He grossly smelled his fingers coated with her love juices and she smiled, understanding it was just an interlude in their love play. Frank placed his fingers shortly after on her swollen pussy lips, caressing them gently, teasing them until she mewed in anticipation like a she-cat in heat. He then jammed back his two fingers roughly into her cunt, and started fucking it hard and rough. She was screaming shamelessly her pleasure, as her hips were pushing back against his fingers, trying to push them deeper into her belly. This time, he wasn't trying to tease her. He kept fucking her brutally with his fingers. Suddenly, she uttered a sharper scream, her cunt clamped down hard upon his fingers, she spasmed and her body started to shiver furiously. Her climax was long and hard, tempestuous and so fulfilling that the aftermaths left her sprawled almost unconscious on his lap. Her cunt juices were covering his hand and drenching the bed sheets. They fell asleep with their arms entwined. Frank had to shake her awake for her to be fresh and ready for the return of her husband. Before he left, he made her promise to come and see him again two days later. She promised to wear her wedding saree for the occasion. She was so happy to live so near his house that she told him she wouldn't wear any undies as she walked to his home! Two days later, Shaina nearly ripped her clothes in her haste to get naked as soon as Harpreet has left to work. She had been dreaming about that moment for the last two days. She had continued to prepare food, clean her home and all the menial chores of her usual life but with Frank's figure and voice always in her head. She was really in love with him, drooling whenever she thought of him, jumping on the phone each time it rung up, wishing it was him about to whisper some kinky sentences, promising her unending pleasures! The unfaithful but perfectly happy wife arrived out of breath to Frank's apartment. She knocked at the door. She heard a rustle on the other side of the door, the light above her was switched on but the door didn't open. She was afraid her lover had decided to put a stop to their relations when a sheet of paper was pushed under the door. There was a single sentence on it : strip for my pleasure! Frank was watching her through the spy-hole in the door and he wanted her to strip down probably completely here on a public place where people could walk through at any time! Shaina thought of returning home but she was already too highly aroused for it. It was also quite exciting improvising a strip tease for a man who had fucked her, who would probably do it again in the next minutes and in the coming weeks... She played with her pallu, the richly embroidered end of a saree. It was an usual playtime for women during parties, letting the pallu fall down, pulling it back in place or toying with it. When she was tired of that little game, she lifted resolutely the pallu up and her saree unwrapped slowly her body. When she threw aside her saree, she appeared just in her red petticoat and her matching choli (blouse) with just her high heeled sandals frank had appreciated so much. She danced gracefully in front of the spy-hole to let Frank admire her from any angles. Then, with a calculated slowness, she unhooked her choli, holding it onto her tits with her hands. It was her turn to tease Frank! She had watched that trick in a film with Demi Moore and she had worked to do it perfectly. The actress would have been proud of her student! Shaina like a pro turned her back to the spy-hole when she discarded her choli to the floor. Frank had certainly noticed she wasn't wearing any bra underneath, just as she had promised! She turned toward the door and resumed her erotic dancing, caressing her breasts with her hands, cupping them to offer her tits to Frank's eyes. A noise in the staircase startled her. Someone was climbing the stairs. He or she was two levels lower and she could stop on her way up but Shaina didn't want to take any risk : she hastily undid the knot holding her petticoat that glided down to the floor. Shaina wiggled her hips quite seductively pushing her crotch forward as if she was fucking some invisible man. The intruder was climbing the last stairs. He would soon discover her stark naked in front of Frank's door. She already braced for the shame of being discovered, ready to offer him the surprise of his life and the ensuing outrage when Frank's door opened suddenly. He grabbed her arm and drew her inside. Then he picked the items of clothing discarded on the floor. An elderly woman arrived on the floor. She seemed surprised to discover Frank picking up the saree. - Hello, Mrs Boulanger! I'm so clumsy. I dropped down these wretched clothes! The elderly woman offered him some soothing words and continued to climb the stairs. Frank closed the door behind him and discovered a beaming and still blushing Shaina. She still panted from her fright but she was impossibly proud of having kept her position to the last moment. She could have scampered upwards to the attic stairs where a discovery would have been extremely unlikely but she had stayed there for Frank's pleasure! - You are an extremely naughty girl, Shaina! You could have pleaded for me to let you in but you denied me that pleasure! I'm going to spank you to teach you not to dare me to have you discovered naked in front of my door! She did not reply, but just looked impishly back to him. He sat on a large armchair and drew her to him. He made her lie on his lap with her pert buttocks pointing to the ceiling. She had no gesture of denegation or plea to be spared. She seemed to be ready to enjoy being spanked for the first time in her life. Frank's hands were soon caressing and squeezing her gorgeous ass. She was moaning in anticipation. - Yes, spank my lovely buttocks, Frank! I always love when you touch me anywhere, anyhow, anywhen! Just promise you'll fuck me afterwards. I can't live without your cock any more, now! I need it! I am totally yours to do whatever you want with my body! He lifted his hand and at the next moment, his first stroke landed on her offered buttock. She yelped at the pain. She had expected a playful smack but it had been a really punishing stroke! The skin on her ass started turning to a very fetching pink hue, where he had hit her. Frank resumed his caress of her tender ass. - Now tell me, slut, to whom do you belong, now? - My husband, of course! Her eyes were tearful but she had remained in the same position, not even caring to protect her butt with her hands. She was ostensibly daring him to continue her spanking! Smack, smack, smack : three sharp slaps landed on her bottom. She screamed each time but kept her position, just grabbing his ankle to steady herself! She was on the verge of crying now! - Then, cunt, to whom do you belong, today? - To you, Master! You own me totally! You may claim me whenever you want, now! Frank took a handful of her luscious ass and squeezed hard. She groaned by her smile was bright with ecstasy! He plunged a finger into her pussy and pulled it out, completely covered with a sticky and very thick coating. - I didn't need to check! You're definitively a slut loving to be fingered by a stranger while your hubby is at work! - Yes, Master! You're right! I love when you push one finger or two anywhere in my body : it gives me spasms of pleasure! Please, continue, Master! - Anywhere? We are going to know whether your promise is good or false! Frank withdrew his fingers from her cunt, and rubbed the juices around her ass hole. Then he pushed his fingers back into her twat to scoop up another load of her love juices. This time, he forced his entwined fingers into her brown hole. It was so tight, obviously completely virginal. She jerked madly as the first knuckle disappeared into her back passage. - No, please, Master! Nobody has ever entered my ass hole! - Then you are going to lose your ultimate virginity unless you've lied to me when you told me I owned you! Would you prefer to be a liar or a buggered woman? He didn't leave her time to answer. He circled the wrinkled rosette of her ass hole and bore down with all his strength. He caressed her hair with his free hand. He kept turning his fingers in her ass hole in order to test her tightness. After a couple of minutes, he felt some slack developing in her ass hole. He took the opportunity and pushed a second knuckle into it. She wailed plaintively but still remained prone and quiet. His now well lubricated finger slid easily in, once the initial resistance of her sphincter was passed. Her tight sphincter clamped instinctively around his fingers but she was no more trying to push out his fingers. She was instead alternatively tightening and relaxing, trying to take him deeper. Now he could move his fingers with less and less difficulties, in and out of her now not so tight ass. Her moans had informed Frank of her initial pain but also of the unexpected arrival of carnal pleasure that had progressively taken the precedence. She sighed when he pushed the last knuckle into her ass hole but it was now a quite obvious sigh of pleasure... God! This bitch loved getting a finger in her ass. He wondered how she would react with a big cock drilling into her bowels. If she loved it so much, Frank thought that he may enjoy her for a long time. He was single, he had been looking for a pretty uninhibited girlfriend for years now but he would never have expected to discover her in an Indian girl, already married and coming straight from her home country... - That was it, Kira! Now Frank is my regular boyfriend. I tour the dance halls with him three nights a week. We always finish the night together either in his apartment or in mine. He uses my three holes to our mutual pleasure. In six months, he had provided me much more climaxes than my husband during the last six years. In fact, Harpreet doesn't give me any more pleasure at all! I keep doing my duty to him and he seems quite happy with it. But for me, I can cum only with Frank pounding on me, caressing me, making me scream or spewing his sperm in any of my holes! I know I'm wrong but I can't deny anything to Frank. He is so gentle, offering me flowers, clothes, jewels and anything! Kira remained silent for a moment... - I see your predicament, Shaina! Don't blame yourself : Harpreet is married more to his job than to his wife and he has completely forgotten his duties toward you! He deserves to be cuckolded to my opinion : a husband shouldn't desert his wife and pursue a selfish way of like to fulfill his dreams of power on his team. There are other things than business for a man in life... He should have stayed single! Make Frank happy and enjoy life together!