Although Kyrhan was old enough to be a grand father and the life expectancy in India was not in the same range as in Western countries but he had still an uncle who was even younger than himself. The reason was simple : his father had had twelve children on a time span of twenty four years. Kyrhan's father was the eldest and Shomeer was the youngest of them all. He was married in Mumbai and had two children. He was the manager of a computer company working for the USA. He had three hundred people in his company and he was relatively wealthy.
Kyrhan visited him once a year or Shomeer came to spend a few days in Kyrhan's palace. He had come to Kira's wedding but she had been too intent on the preparation of her marriage, learning the rites she would be expected to perform, that she couldn't even remember his look. Kyrhan had to show her the photographs taken then. On one of them, Shomeer was placing a flower collar around her neck but at that time she was completely out of her mind with the excitation around her. An Indian Maharajah marriage is such a maelstrom of colors, rites anddances than you can easily become dizzy and inebriated with the turmoil. After all, she was marrying for a second time in a foreign country under a false identity in presence of her first husband Dan who was there to give her away and she was about to become bigamous! (read the story Good morning India ch.05 for this turning point event in Kira's life).
The first years of their marriage, Kira wasn't able to accompany or receive Shomeer as either she was back in France, her home country and the place where her first husband still lived (and where she still spent roughly a third of her time with him) or she was actively working on the restoration of Kyrhan's (and Shomeer's) familial palace which had been nothing but crumbling ruins when Kira saw it for the first time. There had been just a few rooms in the former women aisle of the palace that could be used to live in. Now it was a luxury hotel with two hundred rooms and Kira still lived in the secluded women aisle, the former harem, with her husband with a mere thirty rooms renovated and a good hundred that were waiting to be taken care of.
Kyrhan had recently insisted his wife should pay at least once a visit to his closest family member (apart from the four children (and two more on the way) she had already given her husband at that time). Shomeer was bright, clever and as handsome as many Bollywood film stars. It was surprising that an Indian man like Kyrhan would praise his brother's qualities in presence of his wife but their marriage had from the beginning been rather unusual as he and Dan shared the same wife and often actually shared her in the same bed. Kyrhan had decided that her ass would be strictly reserved for him or to men he would choose, at least when she was in India or wearing Indian clothes such her usual sarees. Dan hadn't tried to infringe on Kyrhan's territory as the prince was so hugely endowed that after he had fucked his wife in any hole, she was able to accommodate someone with a less prominent cock only after one or two weeks at the very minimum. So leaving her cunt for Dan's needs except when he intended to knock her up was a generous treat, marking his consideration toward the French man.
The first time Kira discovered Shomeer's mansion, Kira was stupefied by the luxury of the modern building. It was built around a big swimming pool that could be covered by a sun deck at the warmest hours of the day. The windows of the rooms overlooked the swimming pool. And there were just a couple of doors and no windows on the front .of the building in the muslim tradition. Four suites with king size beds wide enough for three people and eight bathrooms allowing his guests to take baths without disturbing their mates although one of the bathrooms attached to each suite was big enough to accommodate easily two persons in the bathtub with plenty of room for active frolicking. Kira noted it while she dropped her jewelry wallet she always carried herself. Since her second marriage, her sexual drive had dramatically improved and she was permanently looking for places where she could fuck, preferably with two well hung and muscled men such as both her husbands although a woman or a young adult could also easily attract her interest.
Shomeer had missed them at the airport due to a big traffic jam and he would be there any time soon with his wife. Meanwhile, he had given orders to his staff to welcome his guests. When he arrived, he explained his brother that his children were in the custody of their ayah (nanny) so they would be free to enjoy mutually their presence. Kira had taken the opportunity to take a shower and change in a new embroidered dark red silk saree she had especially bought for the occasion and that enhanced her beauty. She put on a few jewels of Kyrhan's ancestors to honor his brother. She had taken as much efforts as she could to have a perfect make up. After all, she was the wife of the Family's head and had to look her best to honor her husband!
When she had finished, she got down to the patio around the swimming pool, just in time to meet Shomeer and his wife Swathri. She was a few years younger than Kira who was about the same age as Shomeer. Swathri was about as buxom as Kira herself and they could easily have exchanged their European style clothes : same height, same measurements 36C/32/36 for just one hundred pounds for Shomeer's wife and 5' 4" for both women. Kira, being four months pregnant had taken a few pounds but Kyrhan judged that she should match normally Swathri's lithe figure.
Kyrhan's sister in law wore also a silk saree but quite differently from his wife. Kira's navel was largely exposed, her saree was bunched very low at the waist, exposing completely her pregnant belly and she had chosen a very tiny choli. It had no back but a web of laces, showing quite clearly that she was braless. In opposition, Swathri was wearing a fully covering choli and her saree was leaving only a small surface of bare flesh on her back. It was as demure as Kira's outfit was wanton. The difference between both women was staggering and Kyrhan thought that his sister in law was either inordinately prudish or her faith bordered to bigotry. He had instilled patiently in Kira's mind the rudiments of his religion but he had never wandered on the path of fanaticism, something completely alien to his ideals of non violence, respect to other people's beliefs as long as they didn't try to force him or anyone to adhere to their own way of life
But respect to Swathri's customs apparently came into opposition with what he thought was his brother's personal happiness. The couple seemed quite far from what was the usual image of a happily married family. Neither of them smiled and there had been no sweet gestures between them while Kyrhan and his wife exchanged so many little tokens of their bonding, helping her out of the deep armchair where she had sat, opening doors for her. After all, they were in a family's home and were not restrained from physical contact as if they had been with strangers. He really had to do something for his brother but he needed to know what his brother's intimate wishes were. It was difficult to probe the subject himself directly but he was sure that Kira was shrewd enough for that delicate mission and she had so many good and beautiful arguments to present. . .
When they were back in their bedroom late in the evening, Kyrhan took his wife lovingly in his arms. He decided to jump on the subject and not try to fiddle around.
- Uhh, darling, when I just look at that poor Swathri, I just appreciate even more the gift the Gods offered me when I saw you for the first time chatting with my niece Ranu in the lobby of my hotel.
- But your sister in law has such a lovely body and she is younger than myself.
- Yes, by six years from what my brother told me but just have a look in that mirror : you look ten years younger than her and so much sexier that she is like a dark spot in a sun drenched room when you are together.
- Don't overplay our differences.
