My wife Kira didn't appear very often in my latest stories. I decided to "offer" her several new adventures in Asia.
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After the recent terrorist attacks in Mumbai, the Indian federation government had decided to organize a series of international events there, just to show that business was back to usual condition. One of these events was a South Asia medical congress trying to attract eminent specialists from India, China, Thailand and nearby countries. The five hundred or so attendees came from the whole continent with a few world class specialists coming from USA and from Europe.
The congress was honored by the presence of a few Indian ministers led by Prince Kyrhan Singh. There was a welcome reception in the Taj hotel on the first day under the auspices of Kyrhan Singh and his well known wife Kira. For the occasion, Kyrhan wore the rich outfit of a Rajahstan Maharajah, while his wife wore a quite classical silk saree that enshrined her luscious curves. Both of them were obviously the center of attraction of the whole assistance.
The hearts of many women beat faster whenever the Prince turned his gaze on them and even more when his eyes remained longer than a fleeting second focused. Kyrhan was broad shouldered, with not an ounce of fat on his well toned body. He walked with a lithe assurance of a tiger in his forest. He was the heir of a long family of princes and kings and the aura of authority around him was quite obvious. Nobody would have dared displeasing him.
If Kyrhan was the center of dreams of almost all the female attendants, his wife Kira drew likewise the attention of most of the men around. She was about young enough to be his daughter but she looked even younger than that. She clung so closely to his side that nobody would have doubted she was deeply in love with him and the loving glances they exJuned from time to time were a quite clear sign that their eight years old marriage was still very happy!
Kira chatted quietly with a group of close friends. One of them seemed very nervous. It was clearly the first time he was among so many important people. He often met Kyrhan and his wife as he was the prince's personal MD but he was more at ease in his laboratory than there among strangers. Kira had patiently coerced him into submitting something about the drug he had developed that stimulated women's embryo production. Kira had received the shots and had offered her husband since then six pairs of twins. Three of them were living in the palace and three had been adopted by close friends.
Kyrhan had made sure that all the usual tests had been performed before he had decided his beloved bride could receive them. The prince was absolutely sure of Ghopal's absolute devotion to him and his family but he was aware that stage fright could make Ghopal lose his abilities. He had to act and to act immediately to bolster the man's spirits. He turned toward his wife.
- I think our dear friend is getting nervous. Perhaps, you could help him relax a bit. His presentation will be the second technical one after the official opening speeches!
Kyrhan's voice had a special urgency that only Kira could decipher. She understood immediately that her husband was giving her a free hand, a carte blanche as her French husband Dan named it! The princess already knew how she would deal with this emergency. She placed her arms under his, just as if she wanted to steady herself and drew him toward the elevator. Ghopal followed obediently, completely dumbfounded. He realized a few minutes later that she had led him to the Prince's own suite.
- But the Prince is at the reception! It's improper! I can't...!!
- Ush, doc! You have often examined me and we were alone, weren't we?
- Yes. . . but I was on duty!
- Then consider me on duty, too. I'm on my husband's orders!
Kira used as an excuse that she needed to go to the toilets. As soon as she had closed the door, she took off her bra under her choli. She was now naked under her saree, except for her petticoat as Kyrhan had always toldd her not to wear knickers : he wanted her always completely available whenever they were together! As usual, she wore her saree very low, exhibiting proudly her glorious belly and her navel to the view. Now that her strategic plan was about to come into action, she felt her breasts swelling and her nipples gettint stiff and taut with excitement. She opened the door, filling her lungs to make her breasts even more prominent and joined Ghopal. He was waiting patiently at the door.
- Ghopal, You appear to be quite tense! Lie on the massage table : I'll take good care of you! It's time I exercise the skills our dear Leena has taught me.
Leena was another girl in Kyrhan's harem. She was also the wife of a very powerful English businessman and the slave slut of her nasty Indian greengrocer, back there in BirminghamL
Kira told him to take off his jacket and his shirt. She noted the tenseness of his muscles and started to massage his back. After ten minutes of action of her deft fingers and hands, she sensed the relief in Ghopal's body. She told him to turn and lay on his back. She massaged first his temples, then his neck and his shoulders. When she reached his chest, Kira noted his breath was getting more labored. She smiled discreetly. He was now really awake and more receptive to her sex appeal. When she reached down to his navel, just above his briefs, there was a significant bulge in his trousers. She stopped for a second and let the pallu of her saree fall down.
Sometimes, playing with the pallu and letting it drop down to reveal completely the choli and the naked skin of the belly is a way of teasing men and it was exactly what she intended. She was massaging his belly muscles, insisting around the navel and his trousers were forming a very satisfying tent. Sheet her hand brush inadvertently along the taut cloth. At the third time, she laughed :
- It seems you're enjoying what I'm doing to you, my dear Ghopal!
He blushed crimson.
- Princess! I'm sorry but...
- Don't say a word and let me entertain you!
