You may message me to get the first 26 chapters. However, let me at least explain the setting and characters :

mise en scene : Urban Bangalore, India, modern times.

Main fiber :

- Manu - the primary case, a ~30 year man. The story is mostly told from Manu's perspective.

- Kavita - Manu's beautiful married woman who has a by history with Prem during her college days.

- Amir Ali, known to his friends as Prem, the masculine manly man who has moved in with Manu and Kavita for the past times 7 calendar month due to a temporary job assignment. ( line that ameer does not allow Manu to call him Prem, as this nickname is reserved only for his friends ).

- Gowri, amir's fiancé who occasionally comes over to appease all-night with Prem, and is like a younger sister to Kavita.

Kavita has moved into Prem's room due to his involuntariness to resolve questions about what she perceives as his lack of bond to her. She has been living with Prem and having intimate congress with him for weeks, and calendar month. But after much back and forth with her hubby, she has recently indicated to Manu that she will move back in with him. She is set to proceed back on Sunday, in just two more daylight. Manu is thrilled. In the closing moments of chapter 26, Kavita comes plate and shows Gowri something new and very worry near her breadbasket. Manu is curious to know what his wife is so glad about. He catches a glimpse and sees what appears to be a belly ring with the initials A.A., the initials of her lover.

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Please note that this story had and will continue to induce themes of cuckolding, female laterality, forced sissification, BDSM, mind play, sexual morality, and related estimate. Pleased be aware. I highly encourage anyone who finds this queasy to stop now and spare yourself and the residue of us your grief. Thank you.

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Synopsis of chapters 1-26 :

Manu Sharma is a ~30 year man married to the surefooted and very attractive Kavita. They are college-educated, modern professional working in Bangalore. Although they appear outwardly happy and successful in most substantial ways, their intimate life suffers from Manu's gradual realization that he is a beta male person who can not fulfil his wife's intimate needs.

The story begins when Kavita's acquaintance from college comes to remain with the couple. His name is emeer Ali, or Prem to his friends. Over the next 7 months, Manu's mop up concern are realized as his married woman's sexuality blossoms in the presence of Prem. He suspects that his wife was note than just an friend. He discovers to his suffering that his married woman had an enlightened human relationship with Prem in college. He suspects that she still has feelings for her ex. Manu's growing self-doubt around his own masculinity causes him to slide down into an abysm of wander angst, effectively encouraging his married woman to live up to her intimate desires with Prem. On the side, unbeknownst to Kavita, Prem bullies Manu to subvert his confidence and guide his married woman away from him.

Various visitation, mistake, humiliations, and unmanageable experiences slowly edge Manu towards a"reluctant embracing"of his strangle desires to be a submissive sissy cuckold. With the steady corrosion of his masculinity, Manu descends deeper into psychological desperation, torn apart by the simmering internal conflict between his culturally-ingrained anticipation of what it means to be a man against his own demons that revel in the meekness to his wife and to the virile man that she has embraced.

Throughout the trial by ordeal, despite Kavita's blatant infidelity in their own house, she simultaneously reinforces her erotic love for her husband. She desires only that he accept himself, that he establish his attachment and fondness for her, and that he answer her dubiousness about whether he is hiding something. Manu, being of a supremely optimistic disposition, finds just enough positive intentions in his wife's actions to keep from completely losing hope of getting her back. At the like time, Manu remains hopelessly conflicted in his emotions. He loves Kavita so greatly that he is able-bodied to forgive, assume, and commit to proving himself in her eyes and winning his wife back, while also subconsciously desiring, in an act of ultimate devotion, to lose his wife to a better man in lodge to a best man.

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The Unwanted Houseguest Chapter 27 - Looking Forward

Friday Night, once again, I slept in my bed alone fitfully, thinking about the belly ring attached to Kavita's belly. How could my own wife have done such a brazen affair to get a piercing in her bellybutton without telling me or consulting me ? Furthermore, to make her boyfriend's initials so boldly exhibit put me over the top. The agony of the initials A.A. in repulsive capital letter of the alphabet pounded at me. She was rubbing my nose in the humiliation of belonging to another man, my nemesis, amir Ali, a Muslim bully who had entered our aliveness and charmed my Hindu wife away from me. My misery was occasionally broken only by the grunting and moaning phone of sexual wedlock coming from the conterminous room, a elbow room in which this insatiable man of men was outrageously enjoying himself with not one but two women in the same bed. From the strait of their voice, the women were equally enjoying their carnal pleasures. After several hours of tossing and turning and pacing back and Forth, I finally shut my room access to nullify the humiliation, and tried my in force to fall asleep, knowing that if all went as planned, I would soon have my wife back. Long after the early room fell quiesce, my head calmed down and rest overcame me.

On Saturday morning, Kavi came to my way all showered and dressed to go out somewhere. I sat up groggily. She hugged me playfully and made minor lecture, though I could not bring myself to reciprocate as enthusiastically given the gravity of what I knew my shameless wife had done just minute ago. Then I asked her casually in the break of day privacy of our room about how Prem felt about her moving back in with me."I haven't told him yet. But I'm going to talk to him today."

I feared that he would object."Kavita, I don't think he'll understand and accept this very easily."I spoke softly under the speech sound of her swain lover showering in the other room.

She replied,"Don't you worry, Manu. Leave it to me. Whether or not he understands is up to him. But one way or another, he's going to have to accept it. It's my decision."That made me feel relieved to see Kavita taking such a firm stance."Just give me some privacy to blab out with him this good afternoon, okay ?"

"Yes, of course, I have some work to do at the office this afternoon, so that will run out perfect,"I replied. She told me to wait for her textbook after 6 o'clock to get instructions on what to do next. She didn't say anything about returning base, but rather the less obvious request to ‘ wait for instructions.'What did she think by that ? My veneration popped up immediately. What if I found them in bed again when I returned ? What if she found some apology again to not come back to me or what if she changed her judgement ?"Doubts ran through my body. She sensed it too. She stood by the bed and embraced me. My look was pressed against her gentle and luscious breasts. I felt at home. Yet as we embraced me, I felt the intemperate alloy of her belly ring against my chest, jolting me back to the awareness of her conspicuous infidelity, poking at my affection almost literally. Still I remained lost in the beaut of the second and did not want to indicate with her. As usual, I said nothing.

Before she left the room, she walked up to my water closet to recall a bag presumably containing the wearing apparel she expected me to endure. She handed it to me. I looked inside. Judging from the color and flair, I noted that it was one of the more feminine garments. She also whispered a fooling notice that I was starting to show some unsightly chaff again. This comment made me marvel why it would matter. My face was shaven already, so she must have meant my torso hair. Did she have a bun in the oven that I would persist in to trim my consistency hair today also ? Originally, it was Prem's idea to pee me wear the feminine getup and shave my body hair, but now my own wife was actively participating in feminizing me. She said it helped me stay centered, calm, and happy.

I decided not to object. She had, after all, indicated that she was going to speak to Prem about her moving out of his room, and into mine. That a great deal was straighten out. She was testing me for cooperation. I needed to pass the exam with flying colors. I put a smile on my face, stopped speculating, accepted the bag from her, and went to the lav to get ready. In the shower, I lathered up my entire body and began to trim carefully. Soon I was completely politic from head to toe, including my phallus and bollock which now looked even more schoolboyish than common. I took the outfit out of the bag. A pair of silky scanty fell out also. The panties were lavender with pink and purpurate flowers all over. They squeezed my genitals up close to my body. She also included a Andrew Dickson White camisole. Then I looked at the dreadfully feminine outerwear. It included a pink, semi-transparent churidar top with fully embroidered upper bodice and sleeves cuff. It came with a coloured pink stole with contrasting lace and lucky border, and magenta colored cotton leotards that hugged my legs and felt tight around the genitals. The before kit had at least some gender-neutral expressive style elements, but this left no dubiety as to being 100 % feminine. I shrugged my shoulders, knowing that it would be over soon, and that it was null that Prem and Kavita had not seen before. Even Gowri had seen me in such clothes before, but perhaps out of complaisance to me, had been polite enough not to accomplish or say anything to add to my embarrassment.

I exited from the privy to find the three of them were already eating breakfast. I joined them, pulling up a electric chair opposite to Prem. Both of the women had noticed my churidar ( traditional Indian women's frock ) by the way they looked at me, but I ignored it. I sat down quickly, poured myself some tea, and joined in their conversations. Kavita and Gowri talked excitedly about the later freeing of a high-budget and much acclaimed motion picture called Padmavati. It was a picture show based on a historical account of a beautiful fag who becomes the object of desire for a ruthless Muslim world-beater, a fitting and ironical dramatization of our own life history."Manu, I'm hoping you can get together us too. Prem and Gowri, and you and me. We can catch the matinee show."The way she said it sound like a pair of couples. Prem and Gowri, followed by a interruption, and then her and me. I was pinning my amorous hopes on the grammatic placement of her comma. This is how desperate I had become. Yet, I pushed away any negatively charged thought process because I was excited just to be included in her programme for once.

"That's awesome, thanks Kavita. It'll be good for us to get out of this heat and humidness in a field for a change."She seemed to be coming around to having me in her life in a meaningful way !

Just then I received a text message from Prem. He must have sent it in a elusive way under the tabular array to not pull in attention to his actions. The message read,"P.B. Don't forgot your Saturday chores !"I had promised Kavita that I would help her out by doing the housework every Saturday. It was in the back of my mind, but ‘ how kind of Prem to prompt me'I muttered to myself.

Prem held back his grinning, knowing that I would not be able to join them for the movie now. The sink was full of dishes from survive Nox. And their elbow room was sure enough to be a flock, with clothes strewn about all over. And the washables ! There's no way I could get all this done and go to the movie. My cheek had fallen as I looked at my earpiece, and Kavita detected it right away in my face."What's the matter, Manu ? You seem preoccupied. Is everything okay at work ?"

I decided to use my office work as an exculpation. I did not want to commit her boyfriend-turned-lover the satisfaction of mentation that he made me appease home, nor to let my tagging along at the moving picture create any tenseness. No. Too much was at risk of infection. I replied,"Kavi, yes, there's a little crisis at work. I'm for certain it'll employment out fine. But it's probably best that I just get things done today at home with my chores, and then at the function. You three go ahead."

"Manu, why don't you just do some of the housework today, and leave some for tomorrow ?"Kavita suggested. She looked disappointed that I wouldn't be coming today.

That guilty conscience would help her make her move tomorrow, I figured. I did not need the housework not being finished to be hanging over my head all weekend."No, Kavi, it's okay. I made a commitment to do the housework, and I'd prefer to proceed tomorrow free. Just let me make out if there's anything specific you need me to do ?"

Kavita replied,"Sure Manu, thank you. You're so gratifying to give me a fracture every weekend !"She said it with a genuine sense of discernment."Maybe we can watch over the motion-picture show again, just you and me, next week."She was saying things in a new and more loving tone. Then she continued in a more demanding but still civilised tincture."So Manu, you can clean house the dishes and wash the washing. There's a handbasket of clothes in both rooms. And also delight convert the bedsheets and straighten up around there."She even used the Word ‘ please ’. It wasn't the same tone of giving purchase order to a servant. Things were looking brighter.

"I'll get right on it,"I replied finishing up my breakfast, proud of myself for not reacting to Prem's text subject matter taunts.

But Prem was not done with his taunting."Kavita and Gowri, I really have to admire cunt boy's commitment. You know, most men would never stand for this."He was in to the full spirit, complimenting me on the one helping hand, but also calling me ‘ pussy boy'in front of the fair sex, and making it clear that I was not like about ‘ real men'who would verify themselves.

Kavita objected,"point of view for what, Prem ? Helping around the house ? Yes, my Manu is very dedicated to me. More men should treat their wife with such equality."She called me by my proper name, while tactfully not correcting his name-calling directly.

Even more surprisingly, Gowri took my side by chiming in,"Yeah, Prem, maybe you should learn something from Manu about treating woman with some more respect."

Prem objected,"Be more like Manu ? Like pussy boy ?"He laughed hard,"No thanks. I show my admiration for fair sex differently."He said it again, openly using a derogative term to describe me.

By this prison term, I had gotten up to start washing the dishes. Kavita had excused herself to do her war paint before going out, without commenting on this taunting or defending me. In the background I heard Gowri scold him gently,"Really, Prem. You're so hateful sometimes ! Why do have to call him that ?"

Prem got defensive. I heard him say to Gowri,"You know I don't mean it as an abuse. The vagina is a sanctified and beautiful thing, nothing to be looked down on. It's a solemnization of femininity !"

"Oh, yeah, come on ! We all know you didn't exactly mean it as a compliment. And, Prem, what are you ? An expert in female divinity ? Since when ?"she fool back.

"All I'm saying is that I respect women. His pussy boy epithet is just a musing of his feminine side. That's all."He had diffused the tension with Gowri using an unbelievably lame excuse, but she was already smitten with him anyway. Yet he wasn't satisfied. He insisted on proving why he called me that name. He took the opportunity to humiliate me further. He brought Gowri by the hand over to where I was standing."twat boy !"he said.

I turned to look at him. Kavita was in the other room, out of hearing."Gowri doesn't understand why you're a pussy boy."

"Please emir, don't—"I pleaded, using his formal name since I did not induce the privilege of using the nickname ‘ Prem'that his close friends and lovers had.

"Shut up pussy boy. Drop your leggings !"he commanded with a steadfast stance standing next to his fiancé. Gowri looked resigned to what he wanted to do, but she also seemed to be peculiar, and she made no encourage actions to dissuade him from bullying me. She made no try to obliterate her grin when he called me pussycat boy. There was no intellect for this provocation, but with no signal of Kavita around, I had no choice but to go along. I shut off the water and lowered my leging until they fell around my ankle joint. Prem grabbed the bottom of my churidar top and lifted it up to let out me in front of his fiancé. She saw me firsthand, wearing silky pantie. It was more than a glance. She stared for more than a import and even leaned forward slightly to lease a closer look. Then Prem did the unthinkable. He reached over to my panties, inserted a finger along the top edge, and yanked them down to uncover my phallus. I felt ashamed. My penis had been tightly trapped inside the panties, and remained small and shriveled up in all the tension. Prem noted to her,"See Gowri, he's like a piddling boy down there !"Exasperated, I sighed deeply, my face turning red, hoping that Gowri would check staring. I took the chance to wait down her blouse at the segmentation of her breasts, hoping to get a glimpse of her bra. I lingered just a moment too long. She noticed and straightened up her own blouse.

"I understand now,"she replied to Prem firmly. Then Prem released my top and I pulled my panties and leggings up. He snapped his finger's breadth and told me to get back to exercise as they ambled away. I got back to washing ravisher, but I could see Gowri whispering something to Prem while looking at me with a mischievous smile, as if she were suggesting something to him. He looked toward me and nodded, then grabbed two small orange tree from our yield basket and walked over to me. He told me to turn toward him. He pulled the top of my churidar overt and inserted the orange tree into the breast area. He adjusted the oranges to position them exactly where a woman's breasts would normally be. They filled up the churidar's natural build that had been empty and sagging until now. Gowri stood away, snickering. This must have been her idea. ‘ What a bitch she was,'I thought to myself.

Kavita came back a arcminute later as they all prepared to will. I stayed in the kitchen. She was completely oblivious to my humiliation. It was as if nothing had happened. I could tell even from where I stood that she looked stunning as always, but particularly with her western dress and lipstick and eye tail on. She had changed into a very telltale ignominious dress, that hugged her figure tightly. It had a deep V-shaped opening in the front, an open back with criss-cross lace up detail. The wearing apparel ended way above her knees. Gowri asked her,"Didi, you changed ? That dress is to die for !"

"Yes, the cad on the horseshoe for the red dress broke, so I had to wear something else."She looked over at me,"Manu, I'm sorry to add one to a greater extent thing to your list of things to do, but I need you to train my red high heels to get them fixed, okay ? They're in the closet."

"Yes, of course, my love,"I shouted back, trying to keep my back to her."I'll drop it off on the way to knead, and beak up on the way back tonight."

Then Gowri remembered that she also had a pair of shoes with weaken heels that needed repairing. I heard her say it out gaudy to Kavita. My wife looked at me, silently gesturing for me to say something. I felt a small annoyed that she thought she had to hand me a hint.

"Gowri, since I'm going to the shoe shop, I can get your shoe fixed too. Just allow them here,"I replied, looking at her, admiring the salacious Loretta Young woman and her sexy curvature. Again, she caught me checking her out just as I averted my glance.

Gowri replied,"Thanks Manu."But she didn't go to contribute the skid to me. Instead, she remarked flippantly"You'll determine my shoes in Prem's W.C. in a paper bag - black unity with lacy strap. Please get them shined too."It was somehow MY job to go and get her shoes ! And to be told to just get them shined on top of that ! Kavita acted oblivious to her tone and commentary. Prem stood there smirking. I wondered if her seeing me in panties had emboldened her to act more disrespectfully with me. I was still standing at the sink, hidden away from sight, waiting for them to leave.

But then Kavita called out to me,"Manu, can you just go get Gowri's shoes now, so we know it's the right pair ?"I grabbed the kitchen hired hand towel. I held it in front of my chest as if I was drying my hands as I passed them on the way to their chamber. Kavita did not placard. I found the brake shoe in Prem's closet.

"Is this the span, Gowri ?"I yelled out, holding the shoes out without stepping out of the room myself.

"Yes, thanks, Manu,"she replied.

Kavita called out to me,"Manu, come here, pass me a kiss before I go."I sighed. There was no getting out of the predicament. At least I would get to kiss my married woman in front of Prem. There was some eloquent liner. I stepped out, lock eyes with Kavita, ignoring the other two in the ground. I walked toward my wife, leaned forward to buss her. Her eyes scanned me up and down as she clearly noticed the curves in my breast area. She embraced me and kissed my impertinence instead of on the lips, and said to me,"Manu, you look adorable. Thank you for everything. You're so sweet."As she hugged me, there was no doubt that she must ingest felt the orange in my breast. She smiled as I turned red in the face.

Kavita grabbed her purse and headstone, and the trinity headed out to the celluloid. She said they would be back by 2 o'clock, and that she would text me in the even. Then she blew me another buss as she left. The door closed. I leaned against the door. In the quiet of the apartment, I looked in the mirror at myself, a man feminized and defeated into wearing women's dress, left to do his wife's work while she cavorts with her lover, but also eagre to spread out a new chapter soon in which he can reclaim his manhood. In the solitude of that moment, I reflected on the dawning's case, feeling a mixture of promise, anxiety, and shame as my cock stirred inside its panties .