Stealing My Sister's Husband

In February 2020, I was working as a lead actress in a popular Telugu daily serial. I had landed the main role two years earlier and was living out my childhood dreams in Hyderabad. Then the pandemic hit. By April, shoots were completely canceled, and I was entirely out of work. My husband, Karthik, had traveled to the US for a long-term onsite IT project and got completely stuck there due to the sudden international travel bans. By May, I couldn’t manage my expensive Jubilee Hills apartment rent on my own. I had no choice but to swallow my pride and call my younger sister, Preeti, who lived in a massive villa in Bangalore with her husband, Anish.

Calling Preeti for help wasn’t easy. She is three years younger than me and was never once supportive of my acting career. When I called and asked if I could stay with her, her first condescending response was, "Archana, I told you this whole TV serial acting thing was completely unstable. If you’d just focused on your engineering degree like me, you would still have a work-from-home job right now." She made me wait a whole week before finally agreeing, making sure to firmly add, "But only for a few months. I don’t care what you have to do, you need to figure out your finances and learn from your poor choices."

Preeti is your prototypical successful corporate career woman. She works as a senior project manager in the IT sector, so the lockdowns didn’t affect her massive income at all. Preeti and Anish live in a lavish two-story, four-bedroom luxury villa in Whitefield, Bangalore, along with their fluffy Pomeranian, Chintu. They never had any kids because Preeti is completely career-obsessed and doesn’t like children, so the majority of their massive house is entirely empty. For my younger sister, life is all about high social status and aggressively showing off her success.

I’ve always been secretly jealous of her stability. She started earning in lakhs right out of college and then married Anish, who is a brilliant, highly-paid software architect in a top multinational company. Anish is also incredibly attractive. At 32, he is tall, about 6’2”, and exceptionally fit, with expressive brown eyes and thick, neatly styled black hair. He wears immaculately tailored Zara shirts with expensive loafers to match and wears this musky, woody Davidoff cologne that smells exactly like a real man should. Anish is also exceptionally nice and soft-spoken, which is exactly why I never really understood why he married my arrogant sister. We do look quite alike, though. Preeti and I both have thick natural black hair, light brown eyes, and a curvy but toned frame with heavy breasts and wide hips.

I formally moved in around the first week of June. For the first month, I did my absolute best to lie low. I was deeply depressed about my stalled career and missing my husband, definitely not in the mood to hear constant lectures from Preeti. It didn’t matter much because both Preeti and Anish were incredibly busy with endless corporate Zoom calls, so they were locked in their respective home offices all day. When they were entirely out of sight, I spent a fair amount of time soaking in their luxury bathtub and drinking Breezers, making sure to carefully dispose of the empty bottles so my judgmental sister wouldn’t know I was daytime drinking.

Every now and then, I ran into Preeti near the front door, and she always managed to give me a subtle countdown of how many days were left before I had to get out of her pristine house. But by early July, Anish started spending a lot more time in the common areas. He had just finished a major software release and had some downtime while working remotely. We started running into one another randomly around the spacious house. I got out of bed late one morning and wandered down to the open kitchen to make some strong filter coffee. Having been entirely used to having the ground floor to myself, it didn’t even occur to me that I was wearing nothing but a thin cotton nighty that barely covered my bottom.

When Anish suddenly walked into the kitchen, I’m sure my face turned all different vibrant shades of red. "Oh, I’m so sorry," I gasped, quickly pulling the hem of my thin nighty down to cover my exposed thighs, only to realize that the deep neckline was leaving my heavy, braless cleavage completely on display.

Like a true, perfect gentleman, Anish immediately turned around, keeping his broad back to me, and calmly said, "Don’t worry, Archana. For a second, I thought you were Preeti. It really is amazing how much you two look alike from behind."

"Oh god, I’m so completely embarrassed," I mumbled, tightly crossing my arms over my chest to hide my prominently hard nipples.

"I’m going to be working from the living room a lot more for the foreseeable future, just so you know," Anish said politely before calmly walking out of the kitchen.

Class act, that Anish. Most directors or co-stars in my industry would undress me with their greedy eyes even when I was fully clothed in a saree. Anish was such an absolute gentleman that my nearly naked, highly desirable body never once made him flinch or stare. Back in the safety of my guest room, I sat on the bed and started wondering why my half-naked body didn’t affect him at all.

At first, his total indifference deeply hurt my ego. But as I stared at the ceiling, I suddenly realized that Anish wasn’t turned on by me precisely because I reminded him of Preeti. Then a massive lightbulb went off in my head. It fully dawned on me that my sister and her husband weren’t getting along intimately at all. Anish and Preeti never spent any quality time together. I had never once seen them kiss, hug, or even hold hands, and I had even overheard them bickering fiercely in their master bedroom a few times about their dead bedroom situation.

Then I aggressively realized something else: I wanted my brother-in-law. I wanted to wrap my bare legs tightly around his muscular body, soak in his expensive musky cologne, and feel his hard length deep inside of me. I wasn’t totally sure if I wanted him just because he was ridiculously hot or if a dark part of me wanted to take something precious that belonged to my smug sister. Honestly, did it really matter? My own husband was stranded thousands of miles away, and I was starving for raw physical affection. To be successful, I was going to have to use my absolute best acting skills. That afternoon, I quickly ordered some temporary hazel-green contact lenses online and dug aggressively through my large travel bags.

While I was frantically searching for the lenses, I found a cute, skin-tight red summer dress that clung perfectly to my heavy curves and always made men’s heads turn on the television sets. If I was going to successfully beguile my handsome brother-in-law, I would have to entirely convince him that I was a completely different persona. I spent the next few days entirely out of sight, quietly working on a character I internally named 'Maya'. Maya was a voluptuous, enchanting, unapologetic temptress. She was deceptively shy when she needed to be but completely unafraid to take exactly what she desired. And Maya desired Anish.

When the sultry character was fully formed in my mind, I put in the colored contacts, applied a bold blood-red lipstick with manicured fingernails to match, and sprayed a heavy dose of my most alluring, expensive jasmine perfume. I kept my long black hair completely loose and slightly messy, radiating a wild, feral energy. I laid my very first trap the following Sunday morning. Preeti had left early for a mandatory weekend client meeting at her corporate office. Anish woke up soon after and went to the kitchen to make his daily protein shake. I knew his weekend routine—his next stop was the plush living room recliner where he liked to read the physical newspaper.

After getting fully painted up, I boldly slipped into my skin-tight red dress without wearing any underwear beneath it. As Anish made his breakfast shake, I tiptoed silently out into the expansive living room and curled my body up in his favorite leather recliner. I deliberately propped my bare feet up on the armrest so my dress rode all the way up my heavy thighs, putting my smooth, toned legs on magnificent full display. Then I quickly pulled out my smartphone, pretending to casually scroll through my Instagram feed.

When he casually walked into the living room, Anish’s head was tucked deep into his newspaper, so he didn’t even notice me at first. He was wearing loose-fitting grey track pants and a tight black t-shirt that showcased his broad, muscular chest.

"Good morning, handsome," I purred softly, dropping my voice an entire octave.

When Anish looked up, he physically flinched, reacting like he was suddenly confronted by a stunning stranger in his own home. For a split second, I thought he was going to drop his newspaper. At that moment, it occurred to me just how ridiculously handsome he was with a little bit of weekend stubble. "Archana?" he asked, his voice laced with pure confusion.

"I’m intensely getting into character for an upcoming web series audition. I want you to start exclusively calling me Maya. What do you think of my bold new look?"

Anish was completely frozen, staring blankly at my exposed bare legs. "Uh, you look absolutely amazing. I didn’t even recognize you." He paused, his tan cheeks flushing visibly red. "Well, that’s not what I mean…"

I cut his nervous rambling off with a breathy, melodic laugh. "Don’t worry, Anish, I know exactly what you mean." Then I feigned dramatic surprise. "Oh no! I’m in your favorite chair." I slowly, agonizingly moved my bare feet back down to the plush carpet, deliberately showing off the entire length of my smooth legs. I bent over just enough to flash a dangerously deep view of my heavy cleavage before standing up and smoothing out my tight dress.

Anish was completely speechless. I absolutely loved the intense power I held. He sank nervously into his leather chair, and I sat on the luxury sofa directly across from him, ensuring I remained perfectly in his direct line of vision.

"What are your weekend plans for today?" I asked playfully, twirling a thick lock of dark hair around my index finger.

"I have to take Chintu to the vet this afternoon, Archana..."

"Maya," I corrected him with a strict, sultry tone.

"Right... Maya," he swallowed audibly. As he pretended to read, I caught his dark eyes repeatedly darting up to sneak eager peeks at my chest. My large breasts were practically spilling out, and the shape of my rock-hard nipples was clearly visible.

Anish fidgeted uncomfortably in his seat. The sexual tension was thicker than the humid Bangalore air. It was entirely time for my second dramatic act.

"I need to go tidy up my guest room," I sighed, gracefully standing up from the plush sofa. "Have a good afternoon, Anish."

He simply nodded silently. I dramatically turned, took exactly four steps across the carpet, and deliberately let my ankle completely give out, falling face forward with a very convincing thud onto the hardwood floor.

"Ow, my leg!" I cried out in mock agony, pulling myself up so I was sitting helplessly on my bottom, firmly gripping the back of my knee.

Anish shot up out of his chair like a rocket and rushed over to me. Kneeling anxiously at my side, he asked frantically, "Are you okay?"

"No, something snapped in my calf. Can you please help me up onto the sofa?"

Anish wrapped his strong, muscular arm securely around my narrow waist and supported my body weight as I stood back up. His musky cologne made me instantly, intensely wet. We sat directly next to each other on the cushions, and I quickly rotated my body so that my legs were fully draped across his lap. The hem of my red dress rode up dangerously close to my hips.

"It’s cramping so badly, Anish. Will you firmly massage it? I can’t bend forward!" I even managed to force a solitary, painful tear to fall down my cheek.

Anish was completely under my wicked spell. He didn't hesitate for a single second. He turned his broad body toward mine, resting my delicate feet firmly on his thick thighs, and started expertly massaging my calf with both of his large, warm hands.

I let out a loud cry of agonizing pain. "No, it’s higher up... the back of my thick thigh!"

As Anish nervously shifted his weight forward to reach my thigh, my bare foot slid naturally, coming to rest right directly against his crotch. I could instantly feel a rock-hard, massive bulge pressing urgently against the sole of my foot through the soft fabric of his track pants. Anish was undeniably, incredibly attracted to Maya. I let my head fall back against the sofa cushions and let out a trembling, breathy sigh of relief, trying to make it sound exactly like the very onset of a deep orgasm.

"Oh yes, Anish, right exactly there." Then I deliberately lifted my right leg, bending it at the knee, and slowly, scandalously parted my heavy thighs.

I was completely bare underneath.

Keeping my head tilted back and my eyes closed, I intensely imagined Anish stealing a shocked, starving glance at my entirely naked, glistening core. I could literally feel his burning gaze fixed on my swollen, wet lips, probably imagining parting them to bury his tongue deep inside.

The extremely wicked thought made my toes instinctively curl, lightly gripping his throbbing erection through the thin fabric. His warm hands were slowly, hesitantly working their way higher up my sensitive thigh. I was absolutely certain he was close enough to radiate the intense heat burning violently between my open legs. His hesitant touch was like pure electricity surging through my veins. I let out another sexy, breathless moan and whispered, "It’s feeling a little better, Anish."

Then I confidently tilted my head forward and slowly opened my eyes. I was absolutely right. Anish was staring directly at my exposed, dripping pussy, his jaw slightly slack and his breathing totally shallow. I boldly spread my thighs even wider apart and smirked, "Do you genuinely like what you see?"

Caught completely off guard, he froze in sheer panic, his large hands still gripping my bare thighs. He desperately tried to avert his starving gaze, looking up directly into my hazel-green contacts.

"It’s entirely okay. I genuinely don’t mind you looking," I purred darkly, rubbing my painted toes sensually up and down the impressive length of his massive erection. "Obviously, you highly enjoy the view."

His dark eyes helplessly, hungrily drifted back down to my wet, pulsing slit.

Reaching down smoothly, I slowly slid my manicured index finger right between my extremely slick lips, generously gathering my own natural juices. Anish’s dark, dilated eyes tracked my dripping wet finger perfectly as I brought it all the way up to my mouth. I maintained intense, dominating eye contact as I sucked the sweet nectar entirely off my fingertip, popping it out from my plump red lips with a soft, audible smack.

Opening my eyes playfully wide, I offered the most incredibly seductive stare I could conjure. "Do you want a deep taste?" I breathed softly.

He absolutely did. Anish practically lunged forward like a starving animal and started pressing hot, urgent kisses along the sensitive insides of my heavy thighs, his strong hands firmly grasping my wide hips. I hooked my right foot over his broad shoulder but kept my left foot intimately nestled against his hard shaft. He took his agonizingly sweet time, working his hot mouth closer and closer to my desperately aching center. Finally, he looked up fiercely into my eyes and gently blew warm air directly onto my highly sensitive clit.

A massive, violent surge of blood rushed to my flushed face. When my body began to physically tremble, Anish gripped my hips relentlessly tighter, completely buried his face between my wet legs, and dragged his rough tongue deeply from bottom to top.

When he reached my swollen clit, he paused agonizingly and began barely flickering the very tip of his tongue against it. I completely and utterly shattered. It was the fastest I had ever climaxed in my entire life, entirely fueled by the sheer taboo thrill of taking my sister's husband right in her own immaculate living room. My back arched violently off the sofa cushions as I desperately savored the mind-melting sensation of Anish eagerly lapping up my abundant cream, coating his stubbly chin.

I am usually incredibly quiet, but as I came, a dirty, involuntary growl violently escaped my lips. "Mmm fuck, yes! Ahh! Don't stop... lick it, Anish! Lick my wet pussy!" Maya apparently had a brutally filthy mouth.

My chest was heaving uncontrollably, burning entirely from the inside out. I blindly used my bare toes to aggressively hook the waistline of his grey track pants and brutally pulled them down far enough for his incredibly heavy, thick cock to fully spring free. Using my feet, I relentlessly stroked the swollen, dark purple head of his massive erection.

Suddenly, he aggressively slid two thick fingers brutally deep inside my dripping wet core, curling upward to heavily hammer my G-spot while his lips brutally sucked on my overly sensitive clit.

"Holy fuck! Ahh! What are you doing to me?" I screamed out loud, climaxing even harder and violently than the first time. I felt a hot, gushing rush of liquid squirt violently from my body with a highly audible sound, splashing directly into Anish's hungry, eagerly waiting mouth. He didn't even flinch; he just yanked his fingers out and relentlessly fucked my soaked slit with his powerful tongue. I came a third time almost immediately, my wide hips thrusting uncontrollably and violently into his handsome, wet face.

My empty, aching womb desperately screamed to be fully stretched by his thick cock. "Fuck me! Please, fuck me NOW, Anish!" I was literally screaming into the empty house, completely completely possessed by Maya's insatiable, feral lust.

Anish finally lifted his head, using his thick forearm to wipe a smear of my milky juices from his stubbled jawline. He frantically yanked his black t-shirt over his head, revealing a perfectly sculpted, highly muscular chest with an absolute washboard stomach. When he stood up to kick away his tangled pants entirely, I finally got my very first clear look at his throbbing weapon. Holy shit. It was absolutely massive, easily nine thick inches with incredible, intimidating girth.

The sheer sight of his massive erection instantly made me resent my arrogant sister even more deeply.

A wicked, entirely victorious grin spread rapidly across my flushed face at the thrilling thought of claiming this highly beautiful cock entirely for myself. Pointing directly at his throbbing, heavy length, I growled deeply, "I want that right now."

Anish suddenly found his breathless voice, his chest heaving violently. "This doesn't belong to you, Maya. I’m a fully married man."

God, he was being such an incredible, naughty tease. I reached down boldly and brazenly spread my incredibly slick, swollen lips entirely wide open for him to clearly see. "Once you feel exactly how tight I am inside, you’ll completely forget all about your arrogant, useless wife."

Anish groaned loudly, stepping forward rapidly and aggressively wrapping his large hand around his incredibly thick shaft. He guided the blunt, wet head right directly against my swollen clit, forcefully grinding his ridiculous girth up and down my incredibly slippery slit. My swollen, demanding labia practically tried to swallow him entirely whole. Once he was thoroughly completely coated in my abundant slick arousal, he paused agonizingly, locking his blazing dark eyes directly with mine.

"I’ll completely put it inside you," he rasped, his deep voice thick with unhinged lust, "but it still entirely belongs to my wife."

Then, he aggressively thrust his narrow hips forward. The incredibly thick head forcefully broke my seal, and I gasped violently as it entirely stretched my tight channel to my absolute absolute limit. We were completely locked in a mutual, highly uncontrolled gaze of pure animal desire as he slowly, highly agonizingly buried his entire massive length entirely inside my incredibly tight core. Holy fuck, the incredible fullness was absolutely staggering. Our sweaty hips slotted incredibly perfectly together.

He leaned down aggressively to forcefully kiss my lips, but right before our mouths met, I intensely wrapped my arms and long legs tightly around his highly muscular frame and whispered fiercely into his ear. "Now it entirely belongs to me. Fuck me fiercely with my own cock!"

He growled loudly like a wild beast and started violently pounding deeply into me. His incredibly massive length aggressively battered my sensitive cervix with every single brutal, highly relentless thrust, instantly sending me crashing into another completely blinding orgasm. He grabbed my narrow waist fiercely, using me entirely as his personal plaything, his immense strength entirely easily dominating my tall, curvy frame.

Suddenly, he brutally pulled me upright. "If this cock belongs to you, Maya," he panted heavily, "you’re going to have to fully prove it. Now, you aggressively fuck me."

I practically violently ripped the red dress entirely off my incredibly flushed body. Grabbing his firm knees, I forcefully pulled him forward onto the very edge of the sofa and boldly, confidently straddled his wide lap. I rose highly up and slowly, entirely squatted all the way deeply down onto his rock-hard pillar, taking every single thick inch entirely deep into my absolute core. Then I confidently started riding him fiercely, grinding our highly sweaty bodies intensely together in a highly rhythmic, completely slapping tempo.

He reached up urgently, forcefully grabbing my incredibly heavy, bouncing breasts and painfully pinching my rock-hard nipples. His entirely dark eyes were violently blazing with completely unhinged passion. "Don’t you dare cum, Anish!" I commanded strictly, firmly slapping his entirely sweaty chest. "Don’t you dare cum until I exclusively say so."

His narrow hips bucked completely wildly entirely beneath me. "But I absolutely can’t hold it... I want to cum so incredibly badly, Maya," he entirely pleaded desperately.

"Don’t you absolutely fucking dare!"

"Please, just let me intensely fill you up. I want to aggressively fill my pussy," he begged entirely helplessly, entirely completely under my spell.

That incredibly dirty phrase entirely tipped me right over the edge. I climaxed entirely so violently I let out a completely shrill scream.

Panting completely heavily, I violently gritted out, "You’re entirely going to cum right when I entirely tell you to. Understand?"

"If you just let me cum, I'm entirely yours," he completely surrendered.

We stared entirely directly into each other's completely dilated souls, entirely connected in some intense, entirely primal trance. As the final, earth-shattering waves of my intense climax rolled aggressively through my heavily trembling body, I simply entirely nodded my head. I didn't even have to speak. "Okay, Maya," Anish roared entirely loudly.

Suddenly, our bodies completely locked entirely perfectly still. As we orgasmed in entirely perfect, highly intense unison, I completely felt his highly thick cock heavily pulsing, shooting massive, highly hot jets of his sticky seed entirely deep against my womb. I entirely completely squeezed my inner muscles, milking every absolutely last drop entirely out of him, entirely knowing in that triumphant instant that I had entirely fully claimed my sister's highly successful husband.

We held entirely each other entirely silently in the highly wrecked living room for a very highly long time. The Pomeranian, Chintu, was sitting highly quietly on the carpet, entirely staring at us entirely confused. Later that evening, Anish got an urgent message from Preeti—she had surprisingly tested heavily positive for COVID and was completely quarantining in a corporate hotel for two entirely highly full weeks. I entirely couldn't strictly help but aggressively flash a completely entirely highly evil grin.