Mountain Resort 4 Epilogue
Peter, the very powerful English CEO, had business meetings in New Delhi with several government officials. As on many previous occasions, he was invited in prince Kyrhan's lush palace off the city. His wife, Linda, who had recently been renamed Leena, a more Indian sounding name, was also in the country. She was heavily pregnant and wanted absolutely to be delivered in India this time. She had not explained him her reasons. She had neither told him her whereabouts. He hoped to find her in his friend's palace.
Leena had spent eight months before four weeks in India just after the end of the monsoon to help Kira, Kyrhan's wife, in a project of clearing the road to a former hunting lodge in the mountains. She had not narrated the events there but she was still rather exhausted when she came back to Birmingham. Her stay must have been rewarding as she was exulting. Two months later, she went back there to assist in the development of a mountain resort at the same place. Her stay had lasted nearly three months there and communications were nearly non existent until the commodities were installed in the former lodge at the end of her stay there. Finally she had insisted for staying during her last month of pregnancy. He hoped that she would tell him everything afterward.
If Peter's assumption was right, the baby must have been conceived during her first one month stay in India. He was quite cool about it as his physician had explained him that his sperm count was so low that it was quite unlikely that he will ever have a baby of his own. Given that, he did not see the point in forbidding his wife to conceive babies as God or Nature had intended. He had even developed a taste for attending his wife when she was servicing strangers. Choosing Indian people for fucking her was very convenient for him as gossips were unlikely to ever reach his fellows of the forthside club and ever more crucial to him the members of his company Board. For the rest, the intricacies of in vitro conception at a clinic in India were the perfect protection for Leena's intensive sexual activities.
Kira greeted him when his taxi dropped him in front of her hotel. A groom took his wallets, not to the hotel entrance but to the private aisle, the very secluded former Harem of the palace. It had its private courtyard, its own swimming pool and many other amenities. Peter would stay there in one of the rooms that Kira had had already restored. Work was continuing in the still to be restored rooms but the space available was largely enough for the family and their guests even when Kira's children - she must have twelve now, six pairs of twins she delivered punctually every year - were at home.
To Peter's surprise, Leena was not with Kira but a young woman, Preeti, he had met in Cairo when Kira had entered an International Belly Dance pageant. After the competition, Kira had organized a party with Leena and that cute Australian girl. Kira wanted to fuck her husband until he was forced to bow out. The coalition of four girls finally succeeded. Afterward, as Kyrhan was sleeping in his bed, the girls continued the party in the adjoining room, three men and four girls. The night had been memorable. Peter remembered that he had fucked Preeti twice then: a blow job and a mind shattering ass fuck. He would love to complete or renew his exploration of her luscious body.
Kira and Preeti were wearing silk sarees, a deep red one for Kira with a sumptuous intricately embroidered pallu and a black one with silver threads for Preeti. Both suited perfectly the black braided hair of Kira and the high blonde bun of her Australian friend. Following Kira's habit, the sarees were worn very low, exposing as much as possible their tummies and navels. Another Indian friend of Peter had described Kira's usual outfits as wantonly sexy or even whorish but he was a political opponent of Kyrhan and his own wife was a never smiling ball of grease covered with tasteless kitsch jewelry. She was no match for Kira who was smart, learned, glamorous and sexy. She was always surrounded by a swarm of the most handsome and the brightest men present at a reception.
Kira and Preeti showed Peter his bedroom and helped him move in before inviting him for a cup of tea in the lobby. They chatted pleasantly until around six PM, they were interrupted by the boss of a group of Dalit workers who were working on the rooms in restoration. The workers remained in the back, watching their boss reporting to Kira. All of them had an enraptured smile on their face as they were watching intently Kira. She was very popular among the Dalits as she was certainly the first princess to offer them consideration. To Peter's surprise, there was a woman among them. She was heavily pregnant. She was wearing some drab worn saree, stained from the day exertions. Peter wondered what help could be expected from a woman about to deliver a baby. He looked more closely to the disheveled woman. She turned toward him and he froze while the woman blushed beetroot red. It was his wife Leena!
Kira noticed his surprise and dismissed the Dalits, ordering the woman to remain. Leena was avoiding her husband's gaze, keeping her eyes down on the floor. She stayed mute. Kira decided to tease them : Leena and Peter were her very close friends. Leena was always slavish when she met an Indian man or authoritative woman such as Swapna or Kira herself. Peter on his side was very self assertive except with his wife. He could even appear unmanly, ready to accept his wife's overt dallying with any Indian men. She had narrated him her adventures as a housemaid for an Indian couple. He had also recently watched avidly his wife being gangbanged by Kira's Dalits without intervening. In fact, he was hopelessly turned on by watching his wife dominated by powerful men and women.
- Peter, that young woman you appear to be so much interested in is Leena, a young Dalit working for me this month. Dalits are also known as untouchable, the lowest caste in India. You see she is pregnant from one of them, outside of marriage. She cannot do any more heavy duty but she is employed to serve water or tea to the workers, bring machine spare parts, grease, oil or water buckets for the machinery, light work but she must be active all day. Do you want her for your personal service during your stay here?
Peter accepted the tease and replied in kind :
- Why not, princess? She looks pretty under the grease and the dirt, even with this worn outfit.
- That is not a problem. My Dalits have showers in their bungalows. She will go and scrub herself clean. Preeti!
- Yes, princess!
- Would you be kind enough to have a clean saree delivered to Leena's quarters in half an hour. I think that light blue would suit her. She will need also matching choli and petticoats, not something fancy : just plain cotton. No undies : I think she will not keep them very long.
- I will have it arranged immediately!
- Thank you, dear. And you, trollop, you have better hurry up. I want you to report to me in forty minutes, showered, hair washed and braided, with full makeup : lipstick, eye liner and don't forget to place a bindi on your forehead and bangles on your forearms at least to look like an attractive Indian woman. You will cater to all the needs of a personal friend of the Prince and myself.
Leena nodded but made no comments. She hurried as fast as she could to her quarters. Kira resumed her chat with Peter. After a quarter of an hour, the conversation went back on Leena.
