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

Setting : Urban Bangalore, India, modern times.

main character reference :

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

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

- Amir Ali, known to his booster as Prem, the masculine manly man who has moved in with Manu and Kavita for the past times 7 months due to a temporary job assignment. ( Note that Amir does not earmark Manu to send for him Prem, as this nickname is reserved only for his friends ).

- Gowri, Amir's fiancé who occasionally comes over to stay overnight with Prem, and is like a younger sis to Kavita.

Kavita has moved into Prem's room due to his unwillingness to respond head about what she perceives as his want of attachment to her. She has been living with Prem and having sexual coition with him for weeks, and month. But after much back and Forth with her husband, she has recently indicated to Manu that she will move back in with him. She is set to move back on William Ashley Sunday, in just two more Clarence Day. Manu is thrilled. In the completion bit of chapter 26, Kavita comes base and shows Gowri something new and very interesting near her tummy. Manu is peculiar to know what his wife is so glad about. He catches a glance and sees what appears to be a belly ring with the initials A.A., the initials of her lover.

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Please promissory note that this report had and will stay to have got themes of cuckolding, female control, forced sissification, BDSM, mind playing period, chastity, and related estimate. Pleased be cognisant. I highly encourage anyone who finds this offensive to hold on now and spare yourself and the rest of us your grief. Thank you.

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Synopsis of chapters 1-26 :

Manu Sharma is a ~30 class man married to the confident and very attractive Kavita. They are college-educated, mod professional working in Bangalore. Although they appear outwardly glad and successful in about corporeal room, their sexual life suffers from Manu's gradual fruition that he is a genus Beta male person who can not meet his wife's intimate needs.

The story begins when Kavita's acquaintance from college comes to stay with the couple. His name is Amir Ali, or Prem to his friends. Over the succeeding 7 months, Manu's worst fears are realized as his wife's sexuality blossoms in the presence of Prem. He suspects that his wife was tone than just an acquaintance. He discovers to his suffering that his wife had an initiate kinship with Prem in college. He suspects that she still has feelings for her ex. Manu's growing self-distrust around his own masculinity causes him to sink into an abyss of cuckold angst, effectively encouraging his married woman to action her intimate desires with Prem. On the side, unbeknown to Kavita, Prem bullies Manu to undermine his self-confidence and take his married woman away from him.

Various visitation, misunderstandings, abasement, and difficult experiences slowly edge Manu towards a"loath embracing"of his smother desires to be a submissive Milquetoast cuckold. With the steadily wearing away of his masculinity, Manu descends deeper into psychological desperation, torn apart by the simmering interior fight between his culturally-ingrained prospect of what it means to be a man against his own demon that revel in the submission to his wife and to the manly man that she has embraced.

Throughout the ordeal, despite Kavita's blatant infidelity in their own domicile, she simultaneously reinforces her love for her husband. She desires only that he accept himself, that he show his adhesion and affection for her, and that he answer her question about whether he is hiding something. Manu, being of a supremely optimistic disposition, finds just enough positive intentions in his married woman's actions to keep from completely losing Leslie Townes Hope of getting her back. At the same sentence, 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 eyes and winning his wife back, while also subconsciously desiring, in an act of ultimate idolatry, to drop off his wife to a unspoilt man in order to a better man.

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The Unwanted house guest Chapter 27 - Looking Forward

Fri Nox, 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 brassy thing to get a piercing in her navel without telling me or consulting me ? Furthermore, to sustain her boyfriend's initials so boldly displayed put me over the top. The torment of the initials A.A. in obscene capital letters pounded at me. She was rubbing my nozzle in the chagrin 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 strait of sexual trade union coming from the neighboring room, a room in which this insatiable man of men was outrageously enjoying himself with not one but two woman in the Sami bed. From the sounds of their articulation, the women were equally enjoying their sensual pleasures. After respective hours of tossing and turning and pacing back and forth, I finally shut my door to debar the humiliation, and tried my best to shine asleep, knowing that if all went as planned, I would soon have my married woman back. Long after the other room fell calm down, my brain calmed down and sopor overcame me.

On Saturday morning, Kavi came to my room all showered and dressed to go out somewhere. I sat up groggily. She hugged me playfully and made modest talk, though I could not bring myself to reciprocate as enthusiastically given the gravity of what I knew my shameless married woman had done just hr ago. Then I asked her casually in the morning privateness 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 sound of her beau buff showering in the other room.

She replied,"Don't you worry, Manu. bequeath it to me. Whether or not he understands is up to him. But one way or another, he's going to have to consent it. It's my decision."That made me palpate relieved to see Kavita taking such a steadfast stance."Just apply me some privacy to talk with him this afternoon, okay ?"

"Yes, of course, I have some work to do at the government agency this afternoon, so that will work out perfect,"I replied. She told me to wait for her text after 6 o'clock to get instructions on what to do next. She didn't say anything about returning home, but rather the less obvious request to ‘ wait for instructions.'What did she mean by that ? My fears popped up immediately. What if I found them in bed again when I returned ? What if she found some excuse again to not come back to me or what if she changed her mind ?"Doubts ran through my trunk. She sensed it too. She stood by the bed and embraced me. My face was pressed against her flaccid and pleasant-tasting titty. I felt at family. Yet as we embraced me, I felt the toilsome metal of her belly ring against my chest, jolting me back to the awareness of her clamant unfaithfulness, poking at my heart almost literally. Still I remained lost in the dish of the moment and did not desire to argue with her. As usual, I said nothing.

Before she left the way, she walked up to my press to call back a bag presumably containing the clothes she expected me to wear. She handed it to me. I looked inside. Judging from the gloss and trend, I noted that it was one of the More feminine garments. She also whispered a casual observation that I was starting to show some unsightly stubble again. This commentary made me inquire why it would matter. My brass was shaven already, so she must have meant my body hair. Did she expect that I would uphold to trim my body hair today also ? Originally, it was Prem's idea to stimulate me wear the feminine turnout and shave my body hair, but now my own wife was actively participating in feminizing me. She said it helped me appease 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 elbow room, and into mine. That practically was sort out. She was testing me for cooperation. I needed to pass the test with flying colours. I put a grinning on my typeface, stopped speculating, accepted the bag from her, and went to the bathroom to get ready. In the shower, I lathered up my stallion body and began to plane carefully. Soon I was completely still from head to toe, including my penis and balls which now looked even more boyish than usual. I took the outfit out of the bag. A twosome of silky panties fell out also. The panty were lavender with pink and purple flowers all over. They squeezed my private parts up close to my body. She also included a white camisole. Then I looked at the dreadfully womanly outerwear. It included a pink, semi-transparent churidar top with fully embroidered upper bodice and sleeves manacle. It came with a dark pink stole with contrasting lace and golden border, and magenta colored cotton leotards that hugged my pegleg and felt tight around the genitals. The former outfits had at least some gender-neutral style elements, but this left no dubiousness as to being 100 % feminine. I shrugged my berm, 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 apparel before, but perhaps out of respectfulness to me, had been polite enough not to reach or say anything to add to my embarrassment.

I exited from the bathroom to find oneself the three of them were already eating breakfast. I joined them, pulling up a chair opposite to Prem. Both of the fair sex had noticed my churidar ( traditional Indian women's wearing apparel ) 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 in vogue discharge of a high-budget and much acclaimed picture show called Padmavati. It was a celluloid based on a historical account of a beautiful faggot who becomes the object of desire for a ruthless Muslim king, a fitting and ironic dramatization of our own lives."Manu, I'm hoping you can join us too. Prem and Gowri, and you and me. We can see the matinee show."The way she said it sound like a pair of dyad. Prem and Gowri, followed by a break, and then her and me. I was pinning my amorous hope on the grammatic placement of her comma. This is how dire I had become. Yet, I pushed away any veto thoughts because I was excited just to be included in her design for once.

"That's awe-inspiring, thanks Kavita. It'll be good 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 animation in a meaningful way !

Just then I received a school text subject matter from Prem. He must have sent it in a subtle way under the table to not draw care to his legal action. The substance read,"P.B. Don't forgot your Saturday chores !"I had promised Kavita that I would help oneself her out by doing the housekeeping every Saturday. It was in the back of my judgment, but ‘ how form of Prem to remind me'I muttered to myself.

Prem held back his smile, knowing that I would not be capable to conjoin them for the flick now. The sinkhole was wax of looker from last Nox. And their room was for sure to be a kettle of fish, with clothes strewn about all over. And the laundry ! There's no way I could get all this done and go to the movie. My case had fallen as I looked at my speech sound, and Kavita detected it right away in my cheek."What's the matter, Manu ? You seem preoccupied. Is everything okay at work ?"

I decided to use my post piece of work as an alibi. I did not want to kick in her boyfriend-turned-lover the satisfaction of thinking that he made me last out dwelling, nor to let my tagging along at the flick create any latent hostility. No. Too much was at risk. I replied,"Kavi, yes, there's a little crisis at work. I'm surely it'll work out fine. But it's probably best that I just get matter done today at home with my job, and then at the spot. You three go ahead."

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

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

Kavita replied,"Sure Manu, thank you. You're so sweet to present me a break of serve every weekend !"She said it with a echt sense of hold."Maybe we can learn the moving picture again, just you and me, next week."She was saying affair in a new and more loving tone. Then she continued in a more demanding but still cultivated tone."So Manu, you can scavenge the dish and wash the wash. There's a basket of clothes in both rooms. And also please change the bedsheets and tidy up around there."She even used the tidings ‘ please ’. It wasn't the same tone of giving orders to a servant. thing 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 substance taunts.

But Prem was not done with his taunting."Kavita and Gowri, I really have to look up to snatch boy's allegiance. You know, most men would never stomach for this."He was in to the full sprightliness, complimenting me on the one hand, but also calling me ‘ pussy boy'in nominal head of the women, and making it make that I was not like virtually ‘ real men'who would assert themselves.

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

Even more surprisingly, Gowri took my slope 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 slit boy ?"He laughed hard,"No thanks. I show my admiration for womanhood differently."He said it again, openly using a derogatory term to discover me.

By this metre, I had gotten up to start washing the dish. Kavita had excused herself to do her constitution before going out, without commenting on this taunt or defending me. In the desktop I heard Gowri scold him gently,"Really, Prem. You're so base sometimes ! Why do consume to call him that ?"

Prem got defensive. I heard him say to Gowri,"You know I don't signify it as an insult. The vagina is a hallowed and beautiful thing, nothing 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 distaff divinity ? Since when ?"she shot back.

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

I turned to take care at him. Kavita was in the early room, out of earshot."Gowri doesn't understand why you're a pussy boy."

"Please Amir, don't—"I pleaded, using his formal epithet since I did not have the privilege of using the nickname ‘ Prem'that his close friends and lover had.

"Shut up twat boy. Drop your leggings !"he commanded with a firm posture standing future to his fiancé. Gowri looked resigned to what he wanted to do, but she also seemed to be curious, and she made no further actions to dissuade him from bullying me. She made no attempt to conceal her grin when he called me pussy boy. There was no reason for this provocation, but with no sign of Kavita around, I had no choice but to go along. I shut off the piddle and lowered my leggings until they fell around my ankle joint. Prem grabbed the can of my churidar top and lifted it up to expose me in front of his fiancé. She saw me firsthand, wearing silky panty. It was more than a glance. She stared for more than a second and even leaned forward slightly to exact a closer feel. Then Prem did the unthinkable. He reached over to my panties, inserted a finger along the top sharpness, and yanked them down to expose my penis. I felt ashamed. My penis had been tightly trapped inside the panties, and remained minuscule and shriveled up in all the tensity. Prem noted to her,"See Gowri, he's like a picayune boy down there !"Exasperated, I sighed deeply, my expression turning red, hoping that Gowri would lay off staring. I took the chance to bet down her blouse at the cleavage 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 digit and told me to get back to exercise as they ambled away. I got back to washing saucer, but I could see Gowri whispering something to Prem while looking at me with a wicked smile, as if she were suggesting something to him. He looked toward me and nodded, then grabbed two low Orange from our fruit basket and walked over to me. He told me to ferment toward him. He pulled the top of my churidar unfold and inserted the orange into the breast domain. He adjusted the oranges to posture them exactly where a woman's tit would normally be. They filled up the churidar's instinctive shape that had been empty and sagging until now. Gowri stood away, snickering. This must have been her idea. ‘ What a cunt she was,'I thought to myself.

Kavita came back a arcminute later as they all prepared to forget. I stayed in the kitchen. She was completely oblivious to my humiliation. It was as if nada 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 shadower on. She had changed into a very revealing black dress, that hugged her figure tightly. It had a deep V-shaped opening in the front, an open back with criss-cross lace up contingent. The dress ended way above her knee joint. Gowri asked her,"Didi, you changed ? That dress is to die for !"

"Yes, the heel on the shoes for the red dress broke, so I had to wear something else."She looked over at me,"Manu, I'm sorry to add one more thing to your listing of things to do, but I need you to aim my red high heel to get them fixed, okay ? They're in the closet."

"Yes, of course, my beloved,"I shouted back, trying to keep my backrest to her."I'll drop it off on the way to work, and pick up on the way back tonight."

Then Gowri remembered that she also had a pair of horseshoe with broken heels that needed repairing. I heard her say it out loud to Kavita. My married woman looked at me, silently gesturing for me to say something. I felt a fiddling annoyed that she thought she had to break me a hint.

"Gowri, since I'm going to the shoe shop, I can get your shoes fixed too. Just go out them here,"I replied, looking at her, admiring the salacious young woman and her aphrodisiac breaking ball. Again, she caught me checking her out just as I averted my glance.

Gowri replied,"Thanks Manu."But she didn't offer to fetch the shoes to me. Instead, she remarked flippantly"You'll find my shoes in Prem's closet in a newspaper bag - black ones with lacy shoulder 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 look and comment. 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 sump, hidden away from sight, waiting for them to leave.

But then Kavita called out to me,"Manu, can you just go get Gowri's horseshoe now, so we know it's the right pair ?"I grabbed the kitchen hand towel. I held it in front of my pectus as if I was drying my deal as I passed them on the way to their sleeping accommodation. Kavita did not notice. I found the skid in Prem's closet.

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

"Yes, thanks, Manu,"she replied.

Kavita called out to me,"Manu, make out here, throw me a osculation before I go."I sighed. There was no getting out of the predicament. At least I would get to kiss my wife in front of Prem. There was some silver liner. I stepped out, put away eyes with Kavita, ignoring the other two in the background. I walked toward my wife, leaned forward to kiss her. Her middle scanned me up and down as she clearly noticed the curved shape in my titty expanse. She embraced me and kissed my cheek instead of on the lip, 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 oranges in my bosom. She smiled as I turned red in the face.

Kavita grabbed her purse and keys, and the ternion headed out to the cinema. She said they would be back by 2 o'clock, and that she would text me in the eventide. Then she blew me another candy kiss as she left. The door closed. I leaned against the door. In the silence of the apartment, I looked in the mirror at myself, a man feminized and defeated into wearing women's attire, left to do his wife's work while she cavorts with her lover, but also tidal bore to open a new chapter soon in which he can tame his manhood. In the solitude of that moment, I reflected on the dawning's events, feeling a mixture of Hope, anxiety, and pity as my cock stirred inside its scanty .