From a plot proposed by Yoni
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Kira, like everyday when she was in India sorted the important mail Kyrhan daily received. There were many official letters she placed on a tray for him to open. A second pile was addressed to herself under various names : Kira Chowdhury (the Indian identity Kyrhan had provided her), Kira Singh (her marital name in India) or, more simply, just Princess! Those were usually appeals for help by people from the former kingdom of Kyrhan's ancestors. The Indian federation may have decided to wipe out the former princely states but the poor people still considered Kyrhan as their Rajah and Kira had largely invested herself in charities and education programs for the Dalits.
There were also a few letters looking more personal sent to Kyrhan. They were from friends and acquaintances from anywhere in the world : Kyrhan had so many friends around the globe! One of these letters caught her attention : there was an unusual stamp on it with an image of Queen Elizabeth but with the mention : Barbados! On the back of the envelope, there was just a name : Yoni. She had never heard of someone with that surname : maybe an Israelian man or a girl of Indian origin as Yoni is the female principle in Hindu tradition, represented by a triangle with an angle pointing downward (a pussy). Her curiosity was piqued! When Kyrhan returned from office, Kira handed him immediately the letter.
- Hello, darling! You've received a letter from the Barbados from someone named Yoni. Is it another girl you intend to add to your harem?
There was no jealousy in Kira's tone : her husband had made sure that his wife was devoid of any idea of that kind. She could indulge in any whimsy and he too, provided both of them take the elementary protections requested! Kyrhan smiled impishly.
- Relax, Kira! Yoni is certainly not a girl : he is an English parachutist the Indian Army hired a few years ago to give advanced training to our own special forces. The English commandos are a part of the Royal Navy but we were more interested by him and by two guys from the French Legion Etrangere. You remember that I was a colonel in that branch and I volunteered to follow their teaching. It helped me a lot when I had to deliver you in the jungle at the Brazilian border!
- Yes, luv, you risked your life several times to save me. I'll be forever in debt with you!
- It was the minimum I could do to save my wife! Wait, I must have a photograph of Yoni. Here he is! Tell me if you think he is effeminate or if you would consider him as a possible partner in bed!
On the photo, the man had light brown hair and strangely attractive blue eyes. He really looked like Dan, her French husband with large shoulders, probably more than two hundred pounds and about six feet high. He looked together gentle, decided and awfully dangerous if you decided to bother him seriously. After her husband's comment, Kira couldn't stop herself from wondering how good he was at giving pleasure to a girl. Kyrhan had opened the letter and read it cursorily.
- Mmmhhh! He is now retired and living in the Caribbeans, in the Barbados for the time being and he lives with a very pretty black girl!
Kyrhan chuckled loudly.
- She is called Princess, just like you! He invites us for one or two weeks at his home! Would that suit you? It would be so funny to have two Princesses at our disposal! He has sent me a picture of her!
From Yoni's picture, Princess was quite similar to Kira : same height, same flaring hips, same color of eyes (a wonderful brown hue). She was a bit more slender at breasts and waist than Kira but the main differences between the two girls were their hair : Kira had long straight black hair in the Indian tradition while Princess had locks. Of course, the other difference was that Kira was white skinned even though she was tanned not to attract too much attention in India while Princess was as brown skinned.
Kira and her husband had nothing special to do on the next week. Kyrhan had just a single meeting he could postpone easily. He contacted a travel agency : there was a convenient flight from New Delhi with just a single transfer in London Heathrow. He sent a mail to Yoni announcing their arrival with their time schedule. Kira was very excited about discovering another country with a small but growing, according to the travel book she had, Indian community. As usual, her excitation transformed soon into arousal and Kyrhan led his giggling wife to their king size bed. Her screams soon disturbed somewhat the pigeons dwelling in the courtyard! She started to prepare their luggage on the next morning as soon as Kyrhan had left for his office.
Exactly eight days later, Kyrhan's plane landed at the Grantley Adams International Airport, the only international airport in the country. Kira instinctively loved the atmosphere. The weather was hot and she had decided to meet Yoni and his girlfriend wearing her usual saree. She knew that there was an important Indian community in Guyana with women wearing tradional outfits and that many people in the Barbados came from there. So Princess wouldn't be surprised and it would set the mood.
The saree Kira had chosen was yellow and almost see through as it was made in the finest gauze with rich embroideries. Underneath, she was wearing a bikini choli, one of the skimpiest she had and you would glimpse her legs through the petticoat when she walked with the sun behind her. It was certainly not a shy or demure outfit! Kira had loved the commotion she had ignited during the transfers in London and in Miami. She loved to know that she still attracted men to that point. She had accentuated the wiggling of her hips as a reward token for her admirers. She just hoped that Yoni would like her appearance.
If Kyrhan had hoped he could enjoy his wife during the flight, he had to abandon any ideas of this kind : even in first class, the plane was overcrowded! The custom officer waved Kyrhan through without really looking at his passport but he took much more time to inspect Kira's papers. He watched her from head to toe, undressing her with his eyes. It was so frequent that she didn't care at all any more. She just turned on her feet to show him all the views of her luscious body. His eyes were menacing to pop out of their sockets and his face was turning beet root when she stopped playing with his senses. When they exited the gate, Kira immediately discovered the massive and almost familiar figure of Yoni with, on his side, the lither and much more feminine Princess.
Kyrhan and Yoni exchanged a vigorous handshake while the girls kissed them on the cheek. They turned toward the girls. Princess was wearing a short white bustier dress with gold sequins covering her breasts and matching high heeled sandals. Her dress was very short, revealing long and elegant legs. Princess hugged Kira quite closely. Yoni smiled and explained
- I should have warned you, Kira. Princess is definitely bi but there is no way that a Caribbean lady would kiss a lady in public! the people hereby are still a bit homophobic!
