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

place setting : Urban Bangalore, Bharat, innovative times.

briny lineament :

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

- Kavita - Manu's beautiful wife who has a past history with Prem during her college days.

- emir Ali, known to his friends as Prem, the masculine manly man who has moved in with Manu and Kavita for the past 7 months due to a temporary job assignment. ( musical note that amir does not allow Manu to shout out him Prem, as this soubriquet is reserved only for his friends ).

- Gowri, emir's fiancé who occasionally comes over to last out nightlong with Prem, and is like a jr. sister to Kavita.

Kavita has moved into Prem's room due to his unwillingness to respond interrogative sentence about what she perceives as his lack of adhesion to her. She has been living with Prem and having intimate recounting with him for weeks, and months. But after much back and forth with her husband, she has recently indicated to Manu that she will proceed back in with him. She is set to motivate back on Sunday, in just two Sir Thomas More days. Manu is thrilled. In the closing moments of chapter 26, Kavita comes home and shows Gowri something new and very matter to near her stomach. Manu is funny to know what his wife is so happy about. He catches a coup d'oeil and sees what appears to be a belly ring with the initials A.A., the initials of her lover.

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Please billet that this story had and will preserve to make root word of cuckolding, female dominance, forced sissification, BDSM, mind play, chastity, and come to ideas. Pleased be aware. I highly encourage anyone who finds this nauseous to finish now and spare yourself and the rest of us your brokenheartedness. Thank you.

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abstract of chapters 1-26 :

Manu Sharma is a ~30 year man married to the confident and very attractive Kavita. They are college-educated, mod professionals working in Bangalore. Although they appear outwardly happy and successful in almost stuff ways, their sexual liveliness suffers from Manu's gradual actualisation that he is a Beta male who can not live up to his wife's sexual needs.

The story begins when Kavita's friend from college comes to stay with the couple. His name is emeer Ali, or Prem to his friends. Over the next 7 calendar month, Manu's big fright are realized as his wife's sexuality blossoms in the presence of Prem. He suspects that his wife was note than just an acquaintance. He discovers to his hurt that his married woman had an tyro relationship with Prem in college. He suspects that she still has touch for her ex. Manu's growing self-doubt around his own masculinity causes him to sink into an abyss of cuckold angst, effectively encouraging his wife to fulfill her sexual desires with Prem. On the slope, unbeknown to Kavita, Prem bullies Manu to weaken his confidence and carry his wife away from him.

Various tryout, misunderstandings, mortification, and difficult experiences slowly edge Manu towards a"reluctant embracing"of his keep down desires to be a submissive pansy cuckold. With the steady erosion of his masculinity, Manu descends deeper into psychological desperation, torn apart by the simmering intimate battle between his culturally-ingrained prospect of what it means to be a man against his own demons that revel in the submission to his married woman and to the manfully man that she has embraced.

Throughout the ordeal, despite Kavita's blatant infidelity in their own abode, she simultaneously reinforces her love for her married man. She desires only that he accept himself, that he show his fond regard and heart for her, and that he answer her question about whether he is hiding something. Manu, being of a supremely optimistic disposition, finds just enough confirming intentions in his married woman's action mechanism to keep from completely losing hope of getting her back. At the same time, Manu remains hopelessly conflicted in his emotions. He loves Kavita so greatly that he is able to forgive, accept, and commit to proving himself in her eye and winning his wife back, while also subconsciously desiring, in an act of ultimate devotion, to lose his wife to a practiced man in guild to a easily 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 barefaced matter to get a piercing in her navel without telling me or consulting me ? Furthermore, to have her swain's initials so boldly displayed put me over the top. The torment of the initials A.A. in salacious majuscule letter pounded at me. She was rubbing my nozzle in the mortification of belonging to another man, my bane, Amir Ali, a Muslim bully who had entered our lives and charmed my Hindu wife away from me. My misery was occasionally broken only by the grunting and moaning sounds of sexual union coming from the conterminous room, a room in which this insatiate man of men was outrageously enjoying himself with not one but two charwoman in the Saame bed. From the sounds of their voices, the woman were equally enjoying their animal pleasance. After several hours of tossing and turning and pacing back and Forth, I finally shut my door to avoid the humiliation, and tried my unspoiled to go down asleep, knowing that if all went as planned, I would soon have my wife back. Long after the other way fell quiet, my brain calmed down and rest overcame me.

On Saturday good morning, Kavi came to my room all showered and dressed to go out somewhere. I sat up groggily. She hugged me playfully and made small talk, though I could not lend myself to reciprocate as enthusiastically given the gravity of what I knew my unblushing wife had done just hours ago. Then I asked her casually in the morning 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 blab 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 sound of her boyfriend lover showering in the other room.

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

"Yes, of course, I have some work to do at the place this good afternoon, so that will work out double-dyed,"I replied. She told me to hold back for her school text after 6 o'clock to get pedagogy on what to do next. She didn't say anything about returning home, but rather the less obvious petition to ‘ wait for instructions.'What did she mean by that ? My fright popped up immediately. What if I found them in bed again when I returned ? What if she found some exculpation again to not amount back to me or what if she changed her head ?"doubtfulness ran through my torso. She sensed it too. She stood by the bed and embraced me. My face was pressed against her soft and luscious breasts. I felt at domicile. 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 blatant infidelity, poking at my heart almost literally. Still I remained lost in the dish of the moment and did not desire to indicate with her. As usual, I said nothing.

Before she left the elbow room, she walked up to my closet to recollect a bag presumably containing the wearing apparel she expected me to wear. She handed it to me. I looked inside. Judging from the color and styles, I noted that it was one of the more feminine garments. She also whispered a insouciant reflection that I was starting to demo some unsightly stubble again. This gossip made me wonder why it would matter. My face was shaven already, so she must have meant my body hair. Did she expect that I would continue to trim my physical structure hair today also ? Originally, it was Prem's idea to make me wear the feminine outfit and knock off my eubstance 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 much was crystalize. She was testing me for cooperation. I needed to take place the mental testing with flying colors. I put a grin on my face, stopped speculating, accepted the bag from her, and went to the bathroom to get ready. In the shower, I lathered up my entire body and began to shave carefully. Soon I was completely smooth from head to toe, including my penis and balls which now looked even more schoolboyish than common. I took the outfit out of the bag. A pair of silken panties fell out also. The scanty were lavender with pinko and purple flowers all over. They squeezed my genitals up close to my body. She also included a white underbodice. 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 night pinkish stole with contrasting lace and aureate moulding, and Battle of Magenta colored cotton plant leotards that hugged my legs and felt tight around the genitals. The originally rig had at least some gender-neutral style elements, but this left no doubt as to being 100 % feminine. I shrugged my shoulders, knowing that it would be over soon, and that it was nothing that Prem and Kavita had not seen before. Even Gowri had seen me in such clothes before, but perhaps out of compliance to me, had been polite enough not to touch or say anything to add to my embarrassment.

I exited from the bath to find the three of them were already eating breakfast. I joined them, pulling up a chair opposite to Prem. Both of the women had noticed my churidar ( traditional Indian women's attire ) 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 belated tone ending of a high-budget and much acclaimed moving picture called Padmavati. It was a film based on a historic account of a beautiful queen mole rat who becomes the aim of desire for a ruthless Muslim king, a accommodation and ironic dramatisation of our own lives."Manu, I'm hoping you can join 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 pause, and then her and me. I was pinning my amorous hope on the grammatical positioning of her Polygonia comma. This is how desperate I had become. Yet, I pushed away any negative thoughts because I was excited just to be included in her plans for once.

"That's amazing, thanks Kavita. It'll be expert for us to get out of this heat and humidity in a theater 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 pernicious way under the tabular array to not draw attending to his natural process. The message read,"P.B. Don't forgot your Sat 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 form of Prem to remind me'I muttered to myself.

Prem held back his smile, knowing that I would not be able-bodied to bring together them for the movie now. The sink was full of lulu from finale night. And their room was indisputable to be a peck, with wearing apparel strewn about all over. And the washing ! There's no way I could get all this done and go to the movie. My face had fallen as I looked at my phone, and Kavita detected it right away in my side."What's the matter, Manu ? You seem preoccupied. Is everything okay at piece of work ?"

I decided to use my part employment as an excuse. I did not desire to dedicate her boyfriend-turned-lover the satisfaction of thinking that he made me quell home, nor to let my tagging along at the movies create any latent hostility. No. Too practically was at risk. I replied,"Kavi, yes, there's a picayune crisis at work. I'm sure it'll piece of work out fine. But it's probably best that I just get things done today at home with my chores, and then at the office. 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 foiled that I wouldn't be coming today.

That guilty conscience would aid her make her move tomorrow, I figured. I did not want the housework not being finished to be hanging over my head all weekend."No, Kavi, it's okeh. I made a loyalty to do the housekeeping, and I'd prefer to keep tomorrow costless. Just let me bonk if there's anything specific you need me to do ?"

Kavita replied,"Sure Manu, thank you. You're so sweet to give me a break every weekend !"She said it with a genuine horse sense of appreciation."Maybe we can watch the movie again, just you and me, future week."She was saying affair in a new and more lie with tone. Then she continued in a more demanding but still cultivated note."So Manu, you can cleanse the knockout and lap the wash. There's a basket of clothes in both elbow room. And also please alter the bedsheets and tidy up around there."She even used the watchword ‘ please ’. It wasn't the same tincture of giving ordination 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 textbook subject matter taunts.

But Prem was not done with his taunting."Kavita and Gowri, I really have to admire pussy boy's loyalty. You know, most men would never brook for this."He was in full spirit, complimenting me on the one bridge player, but also calling me ‘ kitty-cat boy'in front of the women, and making it clear that I was not like most ‘ substantial men'who would verify themselves.

Kavita objected,"Stand for what, Prem ? Helping around the house ? Yes, my Manu is very dedicated to me. to a greater extent 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 women with some more respect."

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

By this time, I had gotten up to startle washing the smasher. Kavita had excused herself to do her makeup before going out, without commenting on this taunt or defending me. In the background I heard Gowri scold him gently,"Really, Prem. You're so think of 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 sacred and beautiful thing, zero to be looked down on. It's a celebration 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 god ? Since when ?"she shot back.

"All I'm expression is that I respect cleaning lady. His pussy boy epithet is just a reflection of his womanly incline. That's all."He had diffused the tension with Gowri using an improbably square apology, 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 humble me further. He brought Gowri by the hand over to where I was standing."kitty boy !"he said.

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

"Please Amir, don't—"I pleaded, using his dinner gown name since I did not give the privilege of using the nickname ‘ Prem'that his close friends and fan had.

"Shut up pussy boy. send away your leggings !"he commanded with a firm position standing next to his fiancé. Gowri looked resigned to what he wanted to do, but she also seemed to be funny, and she made no boost actions to deter him from bullying me. She made no attempt to cover her grinning when he called me pussy boy. There was no rationality for this aggravation, but with no sign 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 mortise joint. Prem grabbed the rear of my churidar top and lifted it up to expose me in front line of his fiancé. She saw me firsthand, wearing sleek step-in. It was more than a glance. She stared for more than than a bit and even leaned forward slightly to deal a cheeseparing aspect. Then Prem did the unthinkable. He reached over to my panties, inserted a digit along the top edge, and yanked them down to expose my penis. I felt ashamed. My member had been tightly trapped inside the scanty, and remained pocket-size and shriveled up in all the latent hostility. Prem noted to her,"See Gowri, he's like a little boy down there !"Exasperated, I sighed deeply, my grimace turning red, hoping that Gowri would stop staring. I took the opportunity to look down her blouse at the cleavage of her breasts, hoping to get a glimpse of her bra. I lingered just a here and now 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 pantie and leggings up. He snapped his digit and told me to get back to work as they ambled away. I got back to washing dish aerial, but I could see Gowri whispering something to Prem while looking at me with a pixilated grin, as if she were suggesting something to him. He looked toward me and nodded, then grabbed two minor Orange River from our fruit hoop and walked over to me. He told me to turn toward him. He pulled the top of my churidar open and inserted the Orange River into the bosom area. He adjusted the Orange River to emplacement them exactly where a char's breasts would normally be. They filled up the churidar's natural shape that had been empty and sagging until now. Gowri stood away, snickering. This must have been her theme. ‘ What a cunt she was,'I thought to myself.

Kavita came back a minute later as they all prepared to go forth. I stayed in the kitchen. She was completely oblivious to my mortification. It was as if nothing had happened. I could assure even from where I stood that she looked stunning as always, but particularly with her Western dress and lipstick and eye apparition on. She had changed into a very revealing black dress, that hugged her public figure tightly. It had a abstruse V-shaped possibility in the front, an open back with criss-cross lacing up particular. The dress ended way above her knee. Gowri asked her,"Didi, you changed ? That dress is to die for !"

"Yes, the bounder on the shoes for the red dress broke, so I had to get into something else."She looked over at me,"Manu, I'm sorry to add one Thomas More thing to your inclination of things to do, but I need you to take my red gamey heels to get them fixed, okay ? They're in the closet."

"Yes, of trend, my honey,"I shouted back, trying to restrain my back to her."I'll dip it off on the way to work, and pick up on the way back tonight."

Then Gowri remembered that she also had a duet of brake shoe with broken heels that needed repairing. I heard her say it out forte to Kavita. My married woman looked at me, silently gesturing for me to say something. I felt a minuscule annoyed that she thought she had to reach me a hint.

"Gowri, since I'm going to the shoe shop, I can get your shoes fixed too. Just allow them here,"I replied, looking at her, admiring the salacious 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 offer to bring the horseshoe to me. Instead, she remarked flippantly"You'll find my place in Prem's press in a newspaper bag - blackened ones with lacy strap. Please get them shined too."It was somehow MY job to go and get her shoe ! And to be told to just get them shined on top of that ! Kavita acted oblivious to her tone and input. Prem stood there smirking. I wondered if her seeing me in scanty had emboldened her to act more disrespectfully with me. I was still standing at the sink, hidden away from lot, waiting for them to leave.

But then Kavita called out to me,"Manu, can you just go get Gowri's skid now, so we know it's the right couplet ?"I grabbed the kitchen hand towel. I held it in presence of my chest as if I was drying my work force as I passed them on the way to their bedroom. Kavita did not notice. I found the shoes in Prem's closet.

"Is this the pair, Gowri ?"I yelled out, holding the brake shoe out without stepping out of the room myself.

"Yes, thanks, Manu,"she replied.

Kavita called out to me,"Manu, come here, have me a osculate before I go."I sighed. There was no getting out of the predicament. At to the lowest degree I would get to kiss my married woman in front of Prem. There was some silver grey lining. I stepped out, interlace oculus with Kavita, ignoring the other two in the background knowledge. I walked toward my wife, leaned forward to buss her. Her middle scanned me up and down as she clearly noticed the curves in my breast area. She embraced me and kissed my impudence 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 have felt the Orange River in my breast. She smiled as I turned red in the face.

Kavita grabbed her purse and Francis Scott Key, and the troika headed out to the picture palace. She said they would be back by 2 o'clock, and that she would text me in the evening. Then she blew me another kiss as she left. The door closed. I leaned against the door. In the secretiveness of the flat, I looked in the mirror at myself, a man feminized and defeated into wearing charwoman's dress, left to do his wife's work while she cavorts with her buff, but also bore to open a new chapter soon in which he can reclaim his humanity. In the solitude of that moment, I reflected on the break of the day's event, feeling a mixture of Bob Hope, anxiety, and shame as my cock stirred inside its step-in .