The Worst Led to the Best
Hey everyone! I hope you’re having a great day. I’m doing well, but I thank my luck for that. Dive into the story below and you’ll see exactly what I mean. Enjoy reading!
I had this experience five years ago. At that time, I was 28, married, and I had no children. My job was satisfactory, and it paid me well. I didn’t have financial problems. My wife, Suman, looked good, but she didn’t like me. I could understand her because I am not a good-looking guy. Before I got married to her, most of the girls I liked had refused to date me, and the girls who’d agreed to date me had made it clear to me that I didn’t deserve them. As a dark-skinned person in a country where colorism is normalized, I had lost hope of finding a woman who would genuinely be interested in me. Well, it is what it is, so long story short…my wife had been forced by her family to marry me because I am from a good family and I have a good job. After marriage, Suman found it difficult to forget her ex-boyfriend. So she reconnected with him. I found out about her affair one year after marriage. I was heartbroken, but I didn’t confront her about it because I was in a dilemma. I was afraid of letting her go. I believed no good-looking woman like her would ever like me. I had gotten used to rejection and loneliness. So I swallowed the pain, hoping she may realize that I valued her more than her ex-boyfriend. Suffering quietly, I hoped she wouldn’t leave me.
So, life wasn’t wonderful. My wife had distanced herself from me four months after getting married. Eight months after marriage, she slept in a different room. On the weekdays, I returned home from work in the evenings and kept myself busy while she was busy on the phone with her ex-boyfriend. Every time I tried to get close to her, she moved away from me as if she despised me. We lived like strangers in the same house. I continued my routine, expecting her to divorce me or elope with her boyfriend.
One Sunday morning, my wife told me her sister will be visiting us that afternoon. I asked her why she hadn’t told me earlier. She said she’d forgotten because she’d been too busy. I understood her. She’d been too busy with her boyfriend. But I was happy Smita was visiting us. I had met her before eight months. She had a naturally uplifting presence that made everyone around her feel happier. Her cheerful voice, radiant smile, and infectious laughter are what I needed at a time when my marriage was falling apart.
Smita arrived at about 1pm. I was surprised by how much she had changed in just eight months. Her new wavy hairstyle looked stylish, and she had put on little weight. She still spoke cheerfully and lit up my mood. We had lunch together. My wife ignored me as usual, but Smita gave us equal attention. It was a pleasure to see and hear her talk, smile, and laugh.
My wife had not bothered to tell me the reason for Smita’s visit and how long she’ll be staying with us, but I found out from Smita that she had come to attend her friend’s wedding, and she’ll be staying with us for one week.
Accommodation was not a problem in our two-storey house. There were two bedrooms downstairs and two bedrooms upstairs. Suman had moved out of the master bedroom and occupied one of the bedrooms downstairs. I had converted the other bedroom into a study room. I stayed in the master bedroom upstairs, which was opposite to the guest bedroom. I was happy Smita was going to be using the guest room. I hoped to spend more time with her, just talking and admiring her.
After we had lunch together, I went to my bedroom. I had a short nap and woke up at 3:30pm. At about 4pm, I left the bedroom and went downstairs. I saw Smita sitting on the couch. She looked good, wearing wide-leg blue jeans, a white tank top, and sneakers. I asked her if she was ready to head out. She said she’s going shopping with Suman. I sat on the couch and chatted with her for a short time till Suman came to the living room. When Smita stood up and went close to Suman, I compared their looks for the first time. Suman looked very attractive. The dark purple-colored saree she was wearing contrasted richly against her fair skin. Her oval face looked very pretty even with minimal makeup and a simple red bindi on her forehead. Her long, straight, waist-length hair was neatly combed. She was slim, but her butt, hips, and bust were curvy and eye-catching. Smita also had a good-looking, oval face like her sister, but she had medium brown skin color. Even though Smita had larger hips, a butt, and breasts than Suman, she looked equally attractive. Comparing them only made me more sad because Suman was having an affair with her ex-boyfriend and Smita was out of my league.
After the hot sisters left the house, I went to Suman’s room. Her familiar fragrant smell turned me on. I saw her nightie on a chair. I touched it, closed my eyes, and remembered touching her soft and smooth skin. Because I had not touched her for a long time, I felt goosebumps. I told myself she doesn’t like me and left the room. I climbed the stairs and went to the guest bedroom. The room smelled of Smita’s perfume. I saw her bra on the bed. I checked the size. It was bigger than Suman’s bra size. I smelled it and kissed it. I kept it back on the bed and left the room.
The next day was Monday. I woke up early, got ready, and went to the office. After a hard day’s work, I returned home at 7pm in the evening. Suman opened the door and walked away. I closed the door, climbed the stairs and noticed the guest bedroom door was wide open. I heard Smita singing. I was tempted to peep into the room and say hello. I decided against it and went to my room. I left the door open hoping to get a glimpse of Smita later. I removed my clothes and slipped into shorts. I walked towards the attached bathroom and looked through the bedroom door. The guest bedroom door was open, but I couldn’t see Smita. I went to the bathroom and had a shower.
After having a bath, when I came out of the bathroom and looked through the bedroom door, the guest bedroom door was still open. There was no sign of Smita. So I stood there drying my hair with a towel, thinking she may not be there in the room. But suddenly I saw her walking completely naked. That was enough to raise my blood pressure and instantly give me a hard-on. Damn! She was hot! I moved away from the door fearing she might see me.
Later that evening, I went downstairs to the living room. Suman and Smita were sitting on the couch and talking. I watched TV quietly. After a few minutes, Smita asked me if I had a busy day at work. I answered her, and we chatted for a short time while I was hoping she wouldn’t spot the bulge in the crotch part of my shorts.
We had dinner at 8:30pm. Then I told her goodnight and went to my room. I watched TV for a short time and fell asleep.
The next day, I woke up early as usual. I got ready and went to the office. In the evening, I returned home early hoping to spend some time with Smita. But when I reached home and rang the door bell, no one opened the door. I unlocked the door and entered. There was nobody at home. I called Suman, but she didn’t answer the call. Suman and Smita came home very late after I’d already gone to sleep.
The next day was Wednesday. I woke up early, got ready, and headed to the office. After a long day at work, I returned home around 7:30. Suman opened the front door. She looked beautiful dressed in a green saree. I closed the door and admired her back as she walked. Her pear-shaped butt looked beautiful covered by the saree that was clinging to her butt cheeks. It hurt knowing she would never let me be intimate with her. I climbed the stairs and noticed the guest bedroom door was open. I went into my bedroom, removed my clothes, and slipped into shorts. Then I went to the bathroom and had a bath. When I came out of the bathroom, I looked through the open door of my bedroom and saw the guest bedroom. The door was open, but I couldn’t see Smita. I waited for five minutes, but she didn’t show up. I was about to move away from the door when I saw her walking naked with a towel in her hand. I realized she was walking towards the bathroom and guessed she might be going to the bathroom for a bath. I didn’t want to miss the opportunity this time. I quickly put on a t-shirt and shorts, then I stepped out of my bedroom and looked down the stairs. I didn’t see Suman, so I entered the guest bedroom in a flash. The attached bathroom door was closed. I moved towards the right side of the room, which had a large window facing the street. Long curtains covered the window from the top to the floor. I hid behind the curtains at the right-side corner and waited for Smita.
After a ten-minute wait that seemed like thirty minutes, I heard the bathroom door opening. I waited for a short time before peeping out a bit from behind the curtain. I saw her near the closet wearing only a bath towel that covered her body from her breasts to her butt. She took clothes from the closet and went to the dressing table. She kept the clothes on the bed and stood in front of the dressing table. She removed the towel from her body and stood completely naked. I could see her fully naked back and the front side of her naked upper body in the mirror. Her breasts were symmetrical in shape, with equal fullness at the top and bottom. Her prominent nipples were positioned in the center, and her areolas looked like halos around them.
As she began drying her hair with a hairdryer, I took a good look at her. Her wavy black hair beautifully cascaded down till her waist. Her waist was narrow, her butt cheeks were round and large, her legs were well-shaped, and her full hips matched the large size of her bust. The slight movements she made caused her boobs and butt cheeks to shake and stop a few seconds after she stopped moving. Though her body was well-toned, her breasts and butt were bouncy like jelly. Instinctively, I reached down and put one hand into my shorts. I held my nearly bursting cock and stroked gently, attempting to comfort it.
She put off the hair dryer and kept it on the dressing table. It was suddenly quiet. I stood still behind the curtain trying not to make any sound. She took a comb and began brushing her hair. I heard her humming a melodious tune. For a moment it felt eerie like a scene from a horror movie. Suddenly I heard her saying loudly, “If you finished watching, come out!”
I moved my head behind the curtain. Who is she talking to? I asked myself, thinking, there’s no way she could have spotted me. I didn’t budge. My heart was racing. It was quiet for a moment. Then, I heard footsteps coming towards me. The curtain was suddenly pushed, and I saw her staring at me. I was overcome by guilt, but uncontrollably I quickly looked at her from top to bottom. A towel was wrapped around her body, and she was holding it near her chest.
“Krish! “What are you doing here?” she asked. “I thought you were a good guy,” she said, sounding disappointed.
“I’m sorry. I came inside thinking you had gone out. I heard the bathroom door open and hid behind the curtain.” I blurted out an excuse.
“Liar!” she said. “I’ve seen the way you look at me!”
“Is it wrong to look at you?” I asked.
She raised her eyebrows and smirked. “Did you like what you saw?” She asked.
I looked at her face. She seemed sarcastic, but I saw a hint of curiosity. So, I just said, “Whoever ends up with you is going to be a very lucky guy.”
“What do you mean?” she asked.
I think she knew what I meant. I took a step forward to leave the room.
“Answer me,” she said.
I thought she wouldn’t let me go if I didn’t answer. So I chose my words carefully and said, “Smita. You are very beautiful, and you have an amazing personality. Any guy who marries you will be a very lucky guy.”
She nodded and seemed to think before saying, “You are very lucky to be married to my beautiful sister.”
“You’re right, she’s beautiful,” I said. “But she doesn’t want to stay married to me.”
“What do you mean?” She asked.
I folded my arms across my chest, knowing she was pretending like she didn’t know. “Did you go shopping yesterday with Suman and Gaurav?
She was quiet for a moment, then she said, “You found out about them.”
I shrugged and nodded.
“When did you find out about them?”
“More than a year ago.”
She looked at me curiously. “Why didn’t you talk to her about it?” she asked.
“I didn’t want the marriage to end,” I replied.
“Do you mean you didn’t want to stop having sex with her while she was cheating on you?” she smirked sarcastically.
“Smita, I’ve not had sex with Suman for more than a year. I don’t know why she married me and had sex if she really loved her boyfriend.”
“I don’t know,” she said. “I just want to know, are you prepared to let her go?”
“I don’t know,” I said. “Does she want to leave me?”
“I think she’ll leave. She wants to be happy,” she said, looking at me as if analyzing me.
“Thanks for letting me know,” I said, disappointed.
“Did you find someone to replace her?” She asked with a shy smile.
I shrugged and said, “I didn’t start looking.”
“If you didn’t start looking, what were you doing hiding and looking at me?” she asked with her eyebrows raised.
I was speechless for a moment. I didn’t want to tell her I liked her very much. I was afraid she would judge me harshly. So I just said, “Sorry. I won’t do it again.”
“Come, let’s talk about it,” she said. She turned around and moved away from me.
I thought she would advise me and let me leave the room, so I followed her.
She stopped near the dressing table and turned to face me. She unwrapped the towel and stood completely naked. “Am I good enough to replace Suman?” she asked.
I was mind-blown seeing her so close to me, completely naked. “You are too hot. I might lose control and do something bad,” I warned her.
“Don’t control yourself. Give me a hug if I’m good enough for you,” she said with a teasing smile.
“You’re kidding, right?” I asked, wondering if she was teasing me.
She shook her head, took a step closer to me, and put her arms around me. I thought I must be dreaming, but I felt her breasts pressing against my chest and assured myself it was really happening. I put my arms around her and looked at her face. She smiled, closed her eyes, and pursed her lips for a kiss. I brushed my lips against hers and covered her mouth with mine. Her mouth opened, and I slipped my tongue into her mouth. She moaned and moved her tongue around my tongue. As we tongue-kissed, I moved my hands down, grabbed her large and soft butt cheeks, and lifted them up. I kissed her passionately, hoping to penetrate her soon.
I was so lost in the passionate kiss, I nearly got a heart attack when I heard Suman screaming, “What the hell is going on!!!”
Panicking, we stopped kissing and looked towards the door. Suman was standing there looking furious. “Smita!” she shouted. “Get out of my house! Go stay in a hotel!”
Smita let go of me and moved away from me.
Suman looked at me and yelled. “How dare you cheat on me with my own sister!!”
I opened my mouth, but before I could speak, she yelled, “Shut your mouth! If you say one word, I’ll leave the house right now!” She turned around and ran down the stairs.
I looked at Smita. She was getting dressed quickly. I went close to her and said, “Please, don’t go.”
“It’s her house, Krish. I can’t stay here,” she said.
Smita was right. Though it was my house, Suman was the boss of the house. Smita booked a cab with a phone app, and within a few minutes, she packed her bags and left the house.
I was deeply hurt and very angry. I went to my room, closed the door, and pulled out alcohol bottles and cigarette packs I’d saved for terrible days. I went to the balcony and began drinking and smoking. I couldn’t wrap my head around Suman’s audacity. She had been cheating on me with her boyfriend for our whole marriage, yet she was playing the victim. I was very pissed off!
I didn’t have the guts to confront Suman, but later that evening after emptying one bottle of scotch, I was ready. I grabbed another bottle of scotch and left the room. I got down the stairs carefully and went towards Suman’s room. The door was half open. I peeped inside and saw Suman. She was looking out the window, gazing out at the backyard garden and talking on the phone. Her back was towards me. I leaned on the side of the door frame and admired her. She was wearing the same green saree she’d been wearing when she opened the door for me. She was holding the saree’s pallu in front of her with her left hand, and she was holding her phone with her right hand against her right ear. Her straight black hair cascaded neatly down her back, reaching to her lower back. The saree on her butt and hips was clinging to her seductive, pear-shaped figure. Her beauty was like a breath of fresh air. I’d seen her naked more than a year ago. I wondered how she looked now.
She turned around and looked at me. “What are you doing here?!!” she asked with anger.
I smiled, lifted the bottle, and gulped more whiskey.
“You are drinking!” she yelled.
I smiled and tried to focus my eyes on her face.
“I’ll call you back.” She ended the call and stared at me. “I told you not to come here. Leave!”
I laughed and entered the room. I kept the bottle on top of a drawer.
“Krish!” she yelled.
I went close to her. She took a few steps back. I lunged at her and grabbed her. I put my arms around her and hugged her.
“Krish! Let me go!” she struggled to free herself.
I tried to kiss her lips. She moved her head around quickly and dodged my kisses. I managed to kiss the sides of her face, neck, and cheeks. I held her tightly with my left arm around her waist and explored her bare belly with my right hand. She tried to wriggle free. I moved my hand up and squeezed her boobs.
“Krish! “Let me go!” she muttered, trying to fight me.
I easily overpowered her and whispered into her ear, “Stop fighting, sweety. You’re my wife.”
“I am not your wife! Let me go!” she yelled and tried to push me with her hands on my chest.
“If you are not my wife, why are you wearing the mangalsutra I put on you?” I snapped, unable to hide my anger.
“Let me go! I’ll give it back!” she snarled at me.
“I don’t want it back!” I yelled and pulled her toward the bed.
She resisted, but she was no match for me. We fell on the mattress, and I crawled up on top of her. Pressing her down on the mattress, I assured her. “I’m going to fuck you!”
“Don’t! I don’t like you!” she growled.
“Why did you marry me!? Why did you have sex with me?!” I growled with anger.
Her eyes filled with tears. I didn’t have time for that. I held her down against the mattress with my weight and held the wrist of her left hand with my right hand. I moved my left hand down and lifted her saree. I put my hand inside her petticoat and tugged her panties down to her knees.
“Krish, please…” she cried.
“You are my wife!” I grunted, pulling my shorts down.
“I don’t love you!” she snapped, trying to move her legs out, attempting to free herself.
“You will love me after I make love to you!” I assured her.
“Let me go! You’re ugly!” she growled at me.
“You should’ve seen me properly before marrying me.” I snarled at her.
I put my weight on her with anger and held her body tighter to the bed. I placed my crotch between her inner thighs and felt my cock brush her pubic hair, and press against her pussy lips. Adjusting my cock, I pushed the cockhead into the slit of her pussy. Her pussy lips stretched and fit snugly around my cockhead. As I pushed, I felt the warm wetness inside, but the tender walls of her vagina resisted against my cock, so I skewered it inside her like a pole.
“Hmmm…It feels so good inside you,” I whispered into her left ear.
“Krishhhhh! You’re hurting me!” she groaned.
“Stop resisting. It won’t hurt if you relax,” I advised.
“Let me go… You are hurting me…” She repeated with her eyes half closed and her mouth open as if she was about to faint.
“Shh…just relax,” I whispered and kissed her forehead. I covered her mouth with my mouth and slipped my tongue inside her mouth. I tongue-kissed her and slowly pulled my cock out till only my cockhead was inside her pussy. Then I rammed forward into her vagina.
“Hmmm…” She moaned, but she quickly grimaced as if it hurt.
I moved my hands down and gripped her plump buttocks. Holding her soft ass cheeks, I pumped my rock-hard cock deeper and faster into her trembling, hot, tight, and juicy pussy.
The room was filled with smacking sounds, mixed with Suman’s sounds of pleasure and pain. I didn’t want to stop, but I lost control and blurted out, “I…I’m cumming, darling.” I shot the first powerful stream of semen into her pussy.
“Ohhhhh, yes! Gaurav!” she cried out.
I couldn’t believe she was calling out for her boyfriend while I was making love to her. “Fuck you!” I growled and shot another load of cum into her pussy.
Frustrated and disappointed with her, I finished ejaculating and rolled over. I lay beside her, breathing heavily. I wanted to get up and continue drinking, but I fell asleep.
Read part 2: The Worst Led to the Best : 2 – My Sister-in-Law