Hi friends, this is a story about how I went on to marry two sisters and live with both of them under one single roof. All this did not happen overnight, and it took about 8 years for all of this to happen.
Am Kiran, 30 yrs of age and married to 2 sisters Anusha and Harini. Anusha is younger and was my first wife. I met Anusha at our office. She was in the same team as I was and was 2 years younger to me. I liked Anusha the day I saw her. But I wasn’t sure to take it to the next level and have a serious relationship and commit to it. Over a year we started bonding and I started liking her.
Anusha was a dusky beauty, 5.4’’ in height, 55 Kgs very curvaceous body. She had a full 34 boobies and her hip to ass ratio was awesome. She had a figure of 34 30 36. Such slender thin hips widened into one awesome voluptuous lush ass, that was full round and shaped well. Her ass though as big as that was not flabby at all. When she would wear her jeans, the way her ass would grab it and shape out like onions cut in the middle and kept next to each other.
To add to her beauty she had round face with high cheek bones. High cheek bones had always made me hot. Somehow I felt girls with high cheek bones were far sexier and hot. She had thick dark hair until her hips that was styled into a nice layered hair style. She always would wear a pony or a simple side swept, hair blown hair style and it suited her.
We were madly in love and I was convinced, I was going to have a great married life with her. Though I was committed to this relationship, what sealed the deal was a visit to her family. Her family consisted of her dad, mom, her sister and her. Both her mom and sister were hot cakes. Her mom though was 45 that time she was one hot sex bomb. Voluptuous wheatish tall , fat at the right places, long hair which started to gray near her ears, 2 absolute humongous 40 C boobies, very wide ass. Awww I could bury my face in that ass. She was wearing a green cotton saree with matching blouse and she had tied it a good inch below her navel. Her slight tummy enhanced that round navel and it looked so sexy. She had a very sexy face and her eyes were very sexy and inviting. It oozed sex. I just loved every bit of her.
At that moment I saw her, I knew I needed to marry Anusha at least to watch this beauty of a MIL. If that was not the stock of beauties, they showed me Anusha’s elder sister’s marriage photos and my my, she was hot too. This family was full of hotties and seldom did I know I would be the man of them all. Harini Arusha’s elder sister was married a year ago and was in the US. She married a relative and it was more of a marriage of convenience, arranged by her parents to hold some family ties together.
So with 3 hot women in the same family who wouldn’t want to be part of the family. After 3 months from that visit, I got married to Anusha. It was lovely her sister had flown in for the marriage and true to her photos she was beautiful. She had become much sexier after giving birth to a child. The marriage was great, I literally feasted on my inlaws. Apart from this secret admiration and lust I did not take this any further or even seriously think about it as my life with Anusha was wonderful.
Anusha with her hot figure and sexy assets was a great in bed. What set her a class apart was her attitude and drive. She was ready, keen experimental, kinky and loved it all in the name of sex. Anusha and me had a great sex life, we fucked almost every day for 6 months and she got pregnant. IN the mean time her sister’s marriage had begun to turn sour. Though her husband was a relative, he was more behind money and wanted things from in laws and was milking them upto a point were my SIL Harini felt enough was enough. She was a self-made woman, with a secure job in US and much deliberation and failed mediations the marriage broke. They did not file for a divorce but split on mutual consent and moved houses in the US.
Harini was a little shattered but had enough courage to move on, she took a 3 month leave and came to India to be with her mom and sister. When she did come around, I was very supportive about the whole thing and Isha, Harini’s daughter and I bonded well. My interaction with Harini was fast changing from formal to friendly. We were chatting like one big family and I was involved in everything in the family. I almost virtually ran it. I even took care of my FIL who had a heart condition. Things were lugging along. All was well and my little one arrived as well.
During this period of 3 months we had bonded so well, the women of the house felt close and dear to me and they trusted me. I lusted for each one of them though at that moment it was just in my mind and no actions had been taken. One fine day the unplanned for happened as my FIL had a heart attack and was hospitalized. There were a few complications and after a 20 day long battle he succumbed to the ailment. We were all broken down including me.
The family was left with no one to support except me.The unfortunate demise made Harini extend her leave by 3 weeks and we had to plan on were my MIL would stay and all that. We vacated my In laws place and moved into mine. Harini made arrangements to leave but wanted to take her mom. My wife felt lonely at the thought and insisted we move to the US as well. But getting there meant a lot of planning and change of priorities. I was convinced and we made plans to move to the US.
Harini left for the US and we made arrangements for my MIL to travel. My Mil travelled after 2 months after Harini. Myself and my wife had applied for visa’s and we cracked a few interviews from here and we were well on our way there. As we awaited our Visa, Harini moved into a bigger house which had 4 bedrooms, complete with a huge front garden and a swimming pool at the pack. She had sent us photos of it and we loved it. Things were changing for the better. By now I had virtually become the Man of the house….with 3 women to love.
Moving to the US and the way I won all of them are in the coming parts…stay tuned.
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