I Am Bisexual
I saw some erotic Indian art from the 18th century. A dominant male penetrates a younger male while he penetrates a voluptuous concubine. It made me think of a really memorable MMF experience of my own.
At the Hertfordshire Singles Group in early 1993 I became friends with a couple of the guys. There was Liam from Liverpool who drove a Boxter. Then there was Vineet, a successful self-employed South Asian wholesale draper with a natural smile and an awesomely worked out upper torso. For some reason though, despite not driving the fast car or having the seriously awesome upper body physique myself, I was the one in our posse who got the majority of the female attention. This meant that Liam, a self-confessed sex addict, always stuck to me like a limpet at these occasions, no doubt hoping to catch some falling ***** on the rebound. Vineet, like me though, was a little less desperate to pair off with the first woman that showed any interest in him. He seemed happy enough to relax in my company and enjoyed chatting to me or witnessing my easy eye contact and the effortless boy-girl conversation I brought to the party. Personally I thought Vineet deserved way more attention from the girls but he was slightly shy with full-on flirtatious women and just felt easier with me at his side deflecting some of this. Liam was just way too obvious for most of the older and wiser women in the Singles Group. You couldn’t fault Liam's persistence with the ladies though, however guileless his attempts to bed them and awful his chat up lines.
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After quite a few fortnightly dinners, barbeques and parties, I had almost despaired of meeting a girl who was uncomplicated or without emotional baggage at any of these singles events. I wanted to meet a woman I would consider truly sexy, open minded and fun loving like me. Perhaps was I looking for a woman who was more chilled and without a specific agenda, one who maybe thought more like a man? I don’t know really. But the clingy girls I met who took no time at all to start complaining about their cheating exes I would never have gone out with on a 1:1 date.
I had even vaguely hoped I might pick up some bi-curious vibes from one of the other thirty-something guys in the Singles Group but as Liam from Liverpool never left my side and kept his opportunistically straight (or vaguely homophobic) sexual innuendos flowing that rather cramped everyone else's style.
So I found the Hertfordshire Singles Group a disappointingly conventional heterosexual crowd of professional guys and gals who, though presently single, were nevertheless hell bent on getting back into another marriage or steady live-in relationship as soon as possible....so my hopes of meeting an attractive women without an urgent relationship agenda or failing that a like-minded 'bi-curious' male friend for some no strings fun were fading fast.
That said, I definitely found Vineet genuinely likeable and attractive to be around. I had no expectation of ever making out with him as he seemed all too straight but I still enjoyed being in his gorgeous, honest and uncomplicated company. Sadly he was sometimes married to his job so he didn’t always get along to all of these Singles events.
So when the Singles Group organisers finally announced a big summer fancy dress party I thought this might be my Hertfordshire Singles Group swan song. I thought hell, I have nothing to lose with these people if I'm not coming back so I might as well make a splash and go out with a bang. Well, be careful what you wish for!
It was 1993 and that spring I had gone on a business trip to Texas where I had gone to see the Houston Ballet at the Houston Grand Opera complex and there I had seen an unknown young Cuban ballet dancer as Conrad in ‘Le Corsaire’. It was Carlos Acosta’s world debut outside Cuba and he was a sensation. Had anyone’s muscular thighs and awesome glutes ever propelled them into such thrilling flights before? He seemed to leap his own height. I had never thought of a pirate before as a sexually provocative figure who would use his virility like a woman might flaunt her femininity.
So I decided I would go as a ballet style pirate in provocative ballet tights that would show off an enhanced bulge and my previously much admired buttocks and shapely thighs. I put a lot of effort into the details of the costume, the thong and real ballet tights, the eye patch, the waist sash, open bolero style waist coat that showed off my bare chest and arms, a black silk headscarf and a plastic curved cutlass tied at the waist. And to exaggerate what I already had in my bulge I decided to slide a couple of peeled hard boiled eggs into a condom nestling side by side. I tied them together and placed my swan song's 'swan's eggs' into my thong pouch in front of my own more modest balls. Then I laid my thick flacid penis over the two nestling male beauties length ways pointing downwards. The contours of my bulbous German helmet hanging down at the front was clearly in profile. My tackle presented quite symmetrically but nonetheless quite convincingly. It left nothing to the imagination under my ballet tights. Somewhat obscene to tell the absolute truth but it wasn't the sort of flashing that could actually get a man arrested. Was it? Almost maybe but not quite! When Liam arrived to pick me up in his V8 Boxter, he erupted into ribald mirth as soon as I opened the front door to him to reveal myself quite literally in my colourful ballet pirate’s garb.
“Jesus Mary and Joseph! Are you sure about this outfit? You look really shagworthy like that mate and I’m no bender. Is all that in your pants real? Wooohooohooo! And that backside you’ve got on you. I’m warning you if you start shaking your bootie about on the dance floor tonight I won’t be responsible for the consequences! . Hahahaha hehehehehehe!”
As we drove off I had to fight off a couple manly gropes in the direction of my finely presented ‘privates’. We laughed and giggled all the way to the party driving at speed down the narrow lanes and hedgerows of Hertfordshire.
Once there I was disappointed that Vinnie (as Liam preferred to call Vineet) had apparently not showed that evening. Liam urged me to get pissed as he was driving and he appeared to imply that he would be driving me home afterwards. Perhaps he just wanted me to get wasted so I would be less competition for the girls come home time , I don't know. Anyway, several alcoholic punches and a few shots of vodka later I was tearing up the dance floor with a succession of very game women. Liam kept telling me what an awesome butt I had and that he'd give me one later If he didn't get any better offers.
At some point in the evening I paired off with this really interesting new blonde called Rachel. I hadn’t seen her at these events before. She seemed a free spirit and not interested in anything too serious. She also had a very sexy persona, nice eyes, a beautiful mouth and these big breasts that were on show in a low cut 18th century bar wench’s outfit. We were instantly drawn to each other. She was quite a dance partner too.
There was a slow number and she whispered in my ear if she could squeeze my buttocks through my tights during the dance and I said sure, whatever! This raised a few cheers from some onlookers, Liam included.
When I looked up I saw Vineet was there afterall watching Rachel and I get physical on the dance floor. He was all smiles as usual. He must have come to the party late. He was not wearing fancy dress but his expensive black leather jacket. He looked a million dollars.
As he watched me slow dance with Rachel he winked at me and clapped his hands a couple times in a gesture of silent applause. Whether it was my outfit he liked or the fact that I was scoring with this hot blonde I couldn't tell but I beamed back at him, winked largely with my good eye, the one not covered by the pirate's eye patch, and licked my lips in a somewhat obscene circular motion. His eyes widened but he laughed too.
Later I saw him take off his leather jacket and reach for his non-alcoholic beer. He never touched the real stuff unless he was at home in his own place, so he said. As I caught his eye again he raised his glass to us in a toast. His large shoulders and biceps were bared now in a revealing sleeveless top. He looked glowing like he’d just stepped out a gym shower which may indeed have been the case not long before he showed. His brown skin had a sheen that was really alluring. I wondered if he had hairy legs. His arms seemed quite smooth but his black chest hairs rode up over his neck line so I could tell he probably had plenty of black South Asian body hair elsewhere on him.
When it came time to leave I had expected Liam to be there somewhere still, waiting to give me a lift home, but it seemed he had struck lucky for once with an inebriated divorcee and sensing this was his day in the sun he must have whisked her off while she was still hot for him.
Rachel suggested she and I get a taxi back to her place but Vineet suggested driving us round the corner to his place which wasn’t far so we might all party together a little longer. Seeing my interest in that idea Rachel gamely agreed to tag along with us. We all piled into the front seat of Vineet's work van which he had left parked nearby.
Once back in Vineet’s unfussy but very well-furnished house, Rachel settled back on a large leather sofa with a stiff gin and tonic in hand while Vineet showed me to the bathroom right at the back of the house several doors away.
I was so desperate I didn’t wait for him to close the door behind me before I peeled off my tights and lost the boiled eggs from my thong in a small pedal bin by the toilet seat. I was standing there with a bare rear and my tights and thong pushed half way down my thighs and was starting at last to relieve my aching bladder when I realised Vineet was still standing there close behind me. Sensing him, I glanced round and caught his smile. He dropped his own pants and briefs then to a similar half-mast level and came round to stand next to me over the bowl as I continued to pee. Soon he too was emptying his bladder too. He had a beautiful brown penis with a vaguely pinkish knob which appeared as he retracted his foreskin all the way back. He was flaccid but all of six inches even completely soft. Raising his gaze to my eye level he looked longingly into my eyes very frankly and for the first time very sexually too. As our twin torrents slackened and petered out in alternating bursts we both shook ourselves off and the tips of our penises slapped into one another like pirate swords clashing on deck under the Jolly Roger.
I reached out and grabbed hold of his burgeoning, less than flaccid, penis. He looked at me as it hardened quickly in my hand. I leaned over and kissed him on the lips sensuously and felt his breath quicken. He closed his eyes and coyly reached out blindly feeling for my penis also. As we both sprang to excitation in each other’s massaging strokes, I then felt it appropriate to reach around behind him and run my left hand over the soft black hairs adorning the back of his firm thighs and up over his magnificently rounded glutes.
As I kissed him again I also squeezed and fondled his muscular buttocks one by one before running a questing finger down his soft hairy crease to the smooth hairless oval of his soft manly anus. He gasped loudly and moaned pleadingly as I massaged his tight oval hole. Seizing the moment, I pushed him round to look at his rear and he bent his upper torso horizontally over a bathroom chair, spread his feet slavishly apart and pulled open his curvaceous brown cheeks with his own two hands so I could clearly see his beautiful pinkish hole. It was then that I gained a first horny prospect on the seat of his guilty pleasure.
Vineet was a closet bottom and clearly he wanted me to take him from behind right then and there before the moistening ***** waiting for us in his living room could have me inside her first.
I asked him if he had ever done this before and he laughed and said yes but not for ten years at least. An older cousin had used him repeatedly like this from the age of twelve till shortly after Vineet's seventeenth birthday when the cousin went off to do postgraduate studies in the United States. On the day of his birthday his cousin had invited him over to get his’ present’. The uncle became suspicious at the looks the boys were giving each other. Standing later outside his own garden shed the man had heard the two youngsters noisily having sex together. He threw open the door in time to see Vineet ******** bare, bottoming himself to his eldest son. He looked pale, pained and shocked at the sight, then he swore. He asked the boys what they thought they were doing together. Then, stunned by the evidence of his own eyes his voice trailed off. What they had been doing was plainly obvious to see. Composing himself a few seconds later the uncle told them to get dressed and get themselves back into the house immediately....but then he didn't discipline either of them or say anything to his wife or Vineet's parents about the discovery.
After his beloved son had left the scene for America, Vineet's uncle summoned him over by phone telling him it was time they had a man to man talk. When he arrived his uncle took him for a pleasant walk around the side of their house where, out of sight of his wife and other children, he abruptly seized Vineet painfully by the ear and dragged him like a school boy half his age down to be bottom of the garden to the outhouse, the scene of the 'crime'. Here his uncle raised his voice to him in anger calling him a disgrace to the whole family for tempting his son to such debauchery.
Vineet’s uncle ordered him to drop his pants and bend over to prepare for his punishment. Vineet obliged him by dropping his trousers and peeling off his briefs and bending over the work table as he had done for his cousin but now he was sobbing openly at his family humiliation. He said he was sorry and begged his uncle's forgiveness before the ferocious blows came smarting down. But instead of producing a strap or beating him excruciatingly with a bamboo cane that was there to hand, his uncle spanked him with his own hand. As he did so his uncle increasingly paused and rested his hand on his sharply smarting *** cheeks rather more than just smacking them very hard and standing well back. Anger turned to words of forgiveness and then tearful seduction.
Still bending over, Vineet was astonished to feel his uncle caressing his cheeks as though to sooth his pain. Then, as Vineet shifted his feet and wondered if he should get up, he felt his uncle reach inwards to finger his anus. Vineet was confused and still sobbing. He passively flexed his bottom upwards guided that way by the curious fingering ministrations of the older man. He sensed he must hold his cheeks open for inspection and wondered what manner of admonition or comfort might be in store for him next. Seeing the boy offer up his orifice so openly and remembering the sight of his son’s long erection sliding out of this very same hole the uncle gave into to temptation completely. He fingered Vineet deeper and deeper, feeling his silky heat and slackening muscular grip. All the while Vineet heard him muttering and swearing under his breath in a confused but evidently excited way.
Minutes later his uncle's manhood was buried deep inside him, thrusting firmly in Vineet's teenage *** and finishing off where his cousins penis had been so suddenly withdrawn and humiliated into flaccidness only days previously.
His uncle then used Vineet as often as he could after this and apparently without much shame, just maximum discretion. He would take him to see cricket matches and stop off at some woods on the way. He clearly felt that the garden shed was just too close to the house and the rest of his family. His uncle scheduled these assignations with his nephew for another three years, till Vineet was twenty.
When, out of the blue, Vineet proudly brought a girlfriend from university to a family gathering, the sexual attentions from his uncle stopped immediately and the fact that anything sexual had ever happened between them was never brought up or even obliquely acknowledged again.
Back in the present with me in Hertfordshire, Vineet said he had not had sex with any other males in quite a few years and so didn’t want me to use a condom on his account if I didn't want to as he had never had previously had cause to use one except with girlfriends and would prefer us to bareback together if I was sure I was clean. I was sure, had been tested only two weeks previously, so we did bareback.
He reached for a small tub of Vaseline in his bathroom cabinet and said that his cousin and his uncle had both preferred to use the stuff as a sensual anal lubricant during familial sex sessions. He smoothed some into himself with a finger and bent over again for me. Making a pistol barrel with my middle finger and index finger on top so I could tease his slowly pouting orifice by probing him lightly with my finger-tips in the vertical orientation I slipped inside him in an easy gliding motion. He groaned with pleasure so I pushed deeper into his back passage before raunchily twisting my fingers round sideways, pads downwards so I could stretch him wider and prod his prostate with both finger pads at the same time. My probing digits made him really gasp and thank me profusely. I hadn't ever expected him to bend over for me and beg my attentions quite like this. I eagerly pressed against his throbbing mound and rubbed over its smooth spongy surface for his intense pleasure in firm semi-circular motions. When you know how deeply satisfying this can really feel it's exciting to give prostate massage like this as much as it can be to receive it.
He groaned and dropped his head even further in an act of total acceptance and submission. As I slipped in a second and then a third finger he eased open squeezing contentedly on my firmly massaging digits with grateful pulses. He had evidently done all this before and, like riding a bike, it was not something he had forgotten how to do. He was loving the firm prostate massage but he was also asking for me to enter him with my thick penis now also.
As I teased his dilated anus with my large slippery knob, I then lunged into him sinking easily but gently and divinely into him. He groaned as his sphincters stretched really wide over the six inch circumference of my throbbing knob and then tightened back down on to my rigid shaft. He let out a long panting gasp as he felt my knob stretching open his silky back passage as I inched deeper and deeper into him. His *** felt really hot and fabulous...quite mind bending for us both as I rode him slowly to start with. He was getting really quite excited and became surprisingly articulate on the subject:
”Oh, yes, yes, please, yes, yes, please, Oh, Oh, yes, yes, yes, Oh, please! Don't stop now, oh, oh, oh!…”
His back passage was supple and soft as silk and his sphincters rippled and grasped at me hungrily squeezing their hardest when I pushed right into him right up to my balls. His squeezes made me really harden deeper inside him too. His back was bent horizontally and his feet spread apart as he gripped a bathroom chair to steady himself as I seriously speeded up my thrusts and slapped into him harder and harder. I felt myself reaching closer and closer to the point of no return and told him I was coming soon.
“Please don’t stop. I want you inside now please, yes, yes, yes!”
So I pressed on remorselessly until I did really come inside him with great elation and wondrous release. I tried to contain my usual noises of coital triumph in case I alerted our fellow party goer to our unbridled same-sex lust for one another.
We quickly tried to compose ourselves. Vineet really didn’t want to squat just yet and get rid of the no doubt itchy *** load that I had injected deep into his brown hairy loins just yet. Perhaps it felt like old times long gone and he wanted to savour his aba
“You better use these now with this girl” said Vineet with a wink, presenting me with an unused pack of 12 condoms and an unopened tube of KY.
“OK!” I said, “Good idea.”
“If you make out with this girl do you want me to stay and watch you both or maybe even join in? I would like that. And if she’s OK with it and you **** her can I have a go at you while you’re at it and maybe come inside you while you come inside her? I never came inside a man before and I’d really like to do with you while you’re on the job. Well, if you’d like me to....now were buddies that way. Or am I just dreaming about this?”
"No." I said, "You're not dreaming about this, Vineet. I would really like you to come inside me too. I'm just not sure this won't freak the girl."
I added that I thought it sounded complicated to bring us all off at once but if Rachel was open to the idea once we got her really hot and up for a poke she might be equally keen to give the experiment a shot. If so, I could be the sex filling in their sandwich.
“Ok" he said smirking, "Let’s see how she goes with it!"
While we were still alone he asked me to bend over for him so he could try to massage some Vaseline into my butt with his finger. He wanted to feel me up just in case that was the only penetration he was going to get from me that night. No guy had ever let him do that to them before he said. As he slid into me I thrilled to his touch and moaned just as he had done for me. He felt around inside me for my prostate gland asking me to say once he was touching it for real.
“Oooh! Yes" I exclaimed when he pressed against it and made me go squelch inside. "Oooh, Oh! You got me there alright! Ah, yes that’s it!”.
Vineet then pushed some more Vaseline into me, prodding me now a few times with two fingers. His pride at this liberty and his evident interest in pleasing me was ‘touching’ to say the least. He said it felt great knowing that he could do this to another man as the active participant, that it was so great he could give me pleasure this way too.
Wiping his hands free of Vaseline on some dry tissues he quickly washed them and went in search of a pair of track suit bottoms, a smart T-shirt and some slippers for me to wear so I didn’t have to carry on wearing my ballet tights. Then he went off to check on his other guest as I washed myself in the sink with soap and warm water and then emptied my bladder again before dressing in Vineet's spare set of clothes. It felt so sexy wearing his pants having just made mad passionate love to him, this super masculine guy with the surprisingly eager, round hairy cheeks.
When I joined them some minutes later, I found him sitting right next to Rachel with his leg pressed up against hers and she didn’t seem at all averse to his physical proximity. She beckoned me to join her on her left side and was soon rubbing both our crotches and kissing Vineet on the mouth. I looked over and caught him looking at me meaningfully as though to say she’s yours matey boy. I may be kissing her now but it’s your *** I want tonight.
So I began to assert myself a bit by first undoing the laces that held in her heaving bosoms in place. She was not wearing a bra under her costume and her erect nipples stuck out fabulously through the fabric of her saucy period dress. I loosed the knot and undid all the lacing down her front reaching in to fondle her partially exposed breast before lifting them both out for our boyish delight. Soon Vineet and I were both caressing, licking and sucking on a breast each. Before long we were both nibbling and fondly chewing on her massively prominent nipples. She looked like she might go into a sort of bliss and then lactate for her eager sons at any moment.
As we did this she hitched up her own skirts to reveal that she had dispensed with panties some time earlier. She had trimmed her public hair and I could see that her labia were rather tidy indicating that she had not been vigorously penetrated by a really thick penis like mine recently.
She shifted her mount of Venus towards the edge of the sofa so we could both get better access to it. But Vineet carried on kissing her breasts and mouth while I began by massaging her labia with delicate circular motions in my cupped hand followed sensuously flapping long fingers rubbing her hot pink folds and moistening hole. I gently patted and slapped her flushing lips and the erotic odour of her excitement really started to pervade the air between and above her open wide spread smooth white thighs.
I got up and undressed myself, put on a condom and opened the tube of KY jelly. I warmed some on my fingers before rubbing it into her now pouting labia and rubbing the fleshy hood of foreskin covering her rigid clitoris making her moan especially. She was close now already for a first of many *******.
After barely a minute of direct clitoral stimulation she orgasmed massively sending the first gushes of clear vaginal fluid dripping copiously out of her now seriously wet labia. This formed a small pool of liquid on Vineet’s brown leather sofa. He just smiled and shrugged his shoulders. This was hot!
At this point Vineet and Rachel decided to get fully naked too. I saw him sporting his splendidly rigid South Asian erection which was moistening at the tip. He squeezed it and rubbed himself thoughtfully producing a lot of pre-*** soon after. He stood there as if a man waiting patiently in line as I got up on my knees and got into the penetration zone with my knees well spread and entered Rachel. I felt her hot slippery quim eagerly engulf my thick knob and then stretch quite easily to receive my full length till my balls rubbed into her hot labia and the ba
As I began to plough into her I felt Vineet kneeling between my spread knees and felt his arms come round to hold my hips and then rise up under my arms me to play with my nipples. I felt his kisses on the back of my neck. His penis throbbed intermittently between my buttocks as my thrusts into Rachel slapped me back and forth into him. The hairs of his chest, belly and legs kept rubbing up against my smoother body and making me shudder with his excitement, mine and Rachel’s.
She was really into this and didn't mind at all what we guys did while I kept pleasuring her deeply. As I cupped her nipples in my hands I felt him guide his penis towards my anus which had tightened up again with all the vaginal stimulation my own penis was thrilling to.
I found myself pulling right out of Rachel and then slamming back into her, and feeling that my anus was tighter when her vagina was squeezing on my fat ****. I decided at length I must pull out and stay out for a short while, a full minute as it turned out, while Vineet slowly inserted his long **** right up inside me all the way. Once he was in me all the way... what an amazing feeling!
Now he was inside, he made gentle thrusting motions. Rachel was furiously rubbing her clitoris all the while during this break in her own proceedings but she was really ready for me to enter her again at the end of our male humping interlude. This time when I entered her I was fully plugged from behind by Vineet’s long penis and was even more rock hard than before.
If Vineet had not been quite so long in the shaft we could probably not have made this triple climaxing work quite so well but he was long and we sort did it somehow.
The easiest way to make it work was for me to thrust vigorously into Rachel and so also ride back and forth on to Vineet’s well inserted penis in the same thrusting motions. He couldn't move that much while I thrusting that fast. Then as Rachel started climaxing very noisily and I felt myself coming very soon too, I slowed my speed of thrust right down and this was Vineet’s cue to thrust into me quite deeply and hard and within a minute I felt myself pop inside and I was exploding. In fact I felt us all come together, as under my own cries of ellation, I heard Rachel moans and Vineet’s satisfied grunting and terminal thrusts. I felt him squirting shot after shot of seriously hot white seed deep into my bottom just as I was doing the same inside Rachel’s quaking hot quim. Awesome, really!
I kept in close touch with Vineet for some quite some time after that though I never went back to the Hertfordshire Singles Group meets. We became regular **** buddies for about a year afterwards. I even joined his gym and he became my de facto unofficial personal trainer for a while.
Now Rachel was a real surprise. It turned out she told us before leaving that night that she was going on her ‘hen night’ the next weekend and that this experience had been something of a pre-nuptual, pre-hen night blow out with a couple of stags. Awesome discovery! She got married in Saxon church in Wheathampstead and went to live with her American Southern Baptist husband in Galveston, Texas, a stone's throw from Houston. I never saw or heard from her again directly after that but this being England it turned out that Rachel was known to a girl in accounts at my work so I got the follow-up story second hand.
About five years later my work colleague told me she had visited Rachel in Texas. She had four children already by then, had gotten religion pretty bad herself and had reached that point in life where a broad mind and a narrow waistline swop over too. She was disapproving of nearly everything, apparently. I never told this person how or where I had met her friend Rachel or that my friend Vineet and I had suckled on her ample **** like the twins Romulus and Remus or that my manhood 'knew' her hot smoking vagina in the full biblical sense of the word ‘know’ ...and no doubt a couple weeks before her husband got a crack at satisfying her himself.
As for what became of sweet Vineet in the end, I don't know how he is now. I do know he had to move back to Salford year after we got it together in order to help his mother and younger brother look after his Dad who developed bowel cancer and was really ill for well over a year. Vinnie got married eventually to please his parents though it wasn't an arranged marriage by any means. It was to an English girl he met at his local gym. We stayed in distant touch for quite a while though all sexual contact between us ceased after he became engaged. That is not what happens with all gay men who get married to a woman....but that was Vineet. A promise was a promise with him. He did not have a dishonest bone in his gorgeous manly South Asian body.
Here at the foot of this article is the link to that erotic piece of 18th century Indian Moghul palace art on Wikipedia. The three nude sex partners look related and quite decadent. Their high born status is reinforced by their pallid skin, their elaborate matching male and female jewelry and bright red painted nails. Could all the jewelry be an indication that the three have just taken part in a royal wedding feast and that this three way congress is the perverse but effective consummation of the marriage?
It looks very like two royal princes are pleasuring each other while a supple and obliging royal bride is almost casually impregnated by the younger man. Is the taller and larger bearded fellow the elder brother or cousin of the, smaller, smoother faced young man? The younger man looks cravenly habituated to being penetrated by the larger active relative. He's almost floating in mid-air supported on that alpha-males penis in weightless tantric ecstasy, while his own penis points downwards into the woman's enfolding vagina where she collects his impregnating seed.
Maybe this is what it took to help the younger man perform his royal duty to father children with his bride. If she is his wife there can be no doubt that it was an arranged marriage. His larger male partner would appear to be the real love match here. The woman, looks to be his sexually well tutored consort receiving his seed. If her impregnation is happening by royal necessity she is evidently excited nonetheless. Looking at her amorous embrace of the younger man siring her children, she’s is very interested in him.
The young prince by contrast looks vacantly beyond her gaze and without touching her breasts or embracing her really at all. ****** and bi-sexuality were no doubt common in high born royal families in India of the period, as it was in ancient Egypt millennia before that. It's not exactly unheard of in some less high born Indian family even these days...like Vineet's for instance. The instinct to keep very intense male on male lust hidden within the family seems to hold true even today:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Threesomeindia.jpg
