You may message me to get the first 26 chapters. However, let me at least explain the circumstance and graphic symbol :

setting : Urban Bangalore, India, modern times.

Main characters :

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

- Kavita - Manu's beautiful married woman who has a past story 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 7 calendar month due to a temporary worker job designation. ( greenback that emir does not allow Manu to telephone him Prem, as this nickname is reserved only for his booster ).

- Gowri, emeer's fiancé who occasionally comes over to stay nightlong with Prem, and is like a younger sister to Kavita.

Kavita has moved into Prem's room due to his unwillingness to respond head about what she perceives as his lack of fond regard to her. She has been living with Prem and having intimate relations with him for calendar week, and months. 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 proceed back on Sunday, in just two more days. Manu is thrilled. In the closing consequence of chapter 26, Kavita comes abode and shows Gowri something new and very interesting near her breadbasket. Manu is curious to bonk what his married woman is so happy 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 narrative had and will continue to give birth motif of cuckolding, female potency, forced sissification, BDSM, creative thinker play, chastity, and related ideas. pleased be aware. I highly encourage anyone who finds this unsavoury to stop now and spare yourself and the eternal rest 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 confident and very attractive Kavita. They are college-educated, modern professionals working in Bangalore. Although they appear outwardly happy and successful in most textile ways, their inner life history suffers from Manu's gradual realization that he is a beta male person who can not live up to his wife's sexual needs.

The story begins when Kavita's acquaintance from college comes to stay on with the couple. His gens is emeer Ali, or Prem to his admirer. Over the side by side 7 months, Manu's worst awe are realized as his married woman's sexuality peak in the mien of Prem. He suspects that his wife was note than just an friend. He discovers to his distraint that his married woman had an initiate kinship 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 go under into an abysm of cuckold angst, effectively encouraging his married woman to fulfil her sexual desires with Prem. On the side, unbeknownst to Kavita, Prem bullies Manu to counteract his confidence and have his wife away from him.

Various trials, misunderstandings, humiliations, and difficult experiences slowly edge Manu towards a"loath embracing"of his keep down desires to be a submissive sissy cuckold. With the steady corrosion of his masculinity, Manu descends deeper into psychological despair, torn apart by the simmering national struggle between his culturally-ingrained first moment 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 trial by ordeal, despite Kavita's blatant infidelity in their own household, she simultaneously reinforces her honey for her married man. She desires only that he accept himself, that he show his fond regard and warmness for her, and that he answer her dubiousness about whether he is hiding something. Manu, being of a supremely optimistic disposal, finds just enough positive intentions in his wife's activity to maintain 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-bodied to forgive, accept, and commit to proving himself in her optic and winning his wife back, while also subconsciously desiring, in an act of ultimate devotion, to mislay his married woman to a better man in rescript to a better man.

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The Unwanted houseguest Chapter 27 - Looking Forward

Friday nighttime, 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 thing to get a piercing in her bellybutton without telling me or consulting me ? Furthermore, to have her boyfriend's initials so boldly displayed put me over the top. The torment of the initials A.A. in obscene capital missive pounded at me. She was rubbing my nose in the abasement of belonging to another man, my Nemesis, emir Ali, a Muslim tough who had entered our lifetime and charmed my Hindu wife away from me. My misery was occasionally broken only by the grunting and moaning audio of sexual union coming from the neighboring room, a room in which this unsatiable man of men was outrageously enjoying himself with not one but two women in the same bed. From the sounds of their voices, the women were equally enjoying their carnal joy. After various minute of tossing and turning and pacing back and forth, I finally shut my door to quash the humiliation, and tried my best to fall asleep, knowing that if all went as planned, I would soon bear my wife back. Long after the early room fell quiet, my judgement calmed down and slumber 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 humble talk, though I could not take myself to reciprocate as enthusiastically given the gravity of what I knew my shameless married woman had done just minute 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 out to him today."

I feared that he would object."Kavita, I don't think he'll understand and bear this very easily."I spoke softly under the auditory sensation of her boyfriend lover showering in the other room.

She replied,"Don't you worry, Manu. allow for 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 talk with him this afternoon, okay ?"

"Yes, of course of action, I have some oeuvre to do at the authority 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 base, but rather the less obvious postulation to ‘ wait for instructions.'What did she intend 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 issue forth back to me or what if she changed her mind ?"Doubts ran through my organic structure. She sensed it too. She stood by the bed and embraced me. My fount was pressed against her piano and luscious breast. I felt at abode. Yet as we embraced me, I felt the punishing metal of her belly ring against my chest, jolting me back to the awareness of her blatant infidelity, poking at my spunk almost literally. Still I remained lost in the beauty of the moment and did not require to debate with her. As usual, I said nothing.

Before she left the room, she walked up to my wardrobe to retrieve a bag presumably containing the clothes she expected me to fall apart. She handed it to me. I looked inside. Judging from the color and trend, I noted that it was one of the more feminine garments. She also whispered a casual observation that I was starting to shew some unsightly stubble again. This comment made me enquire why it would matter. My cheek was shaven already, so she must have meant my torso whisker. Did she expect that I would continue to shave my torso tomentum today also ? Originally, it was Prem's idea to urinate me wear the feminine rig and shave my organic structure tomentum, but now my own married woman was actively participating in feminizing me. She said it helped me continue 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 way, and into mine. That very much was unmortgaged. She was testing me for cooperation. I needed to pass the psychometric test with flying people of colour. I put a smile on my face, stopped speculating, accepted the bag from her, and went to the bathroom to get quick. In the shower, I lathered up my entire body and began to trim carefully. Soon I was completely smooth from fountainhead to toe, including my member and ball which now looked even more boyish than usual. I took the kit out of the bag. A dyad of silky panties fell out also. The step-in were lavender with pink and purple flowers all over. They squeezed my genitals up close to my body. She also included a lily-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 sullen garden pink stole with contrasting lace and golden border, and magenta colored cotton tights that hugged my wooden leg and felt tight around the genitals. The earlier turnout had at least some gender-neutral vogue elements, but this left no doubt 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 clothes before, but perhaps out of deference to me, had been polite enough not to reach or say anything to add to my embarrassment.

I exited from the bathroom to feel the three of them were already eating breakfast. I joined them, pulling up a chairman opposite to Prem. Both of the women had noticed my churidar ( traditional American-Indian language 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 in vogue release of a high-budget and much acclaimed movie called Padmavati. It was a film based on a historical account of a beautiful pouf who becomes the physical object of desire for a ruthless Moslem king, a trying on and ironic dramatisation of our own lives."Manu, I'm hoping you can get together us too. Prem and Gowri, and you and me. We can pick up the matinee show."The way she said it sound like a duet of couples. Prem and Gowri, followed by a pause, and then her and me. I was pinning my romantic hope on the grammatic placement of her comma. This is how do-or-die I had become. Yet, I pushed away any minus thought because I was excited just to be included in her programme for once.

"That's awesome, thanks Kavita. It'll be proficient for us to get out of this passion and humidity in a theater for a change."She seemed to be coming around to having me in her life sentence in a meaningful way !

Just then I received a text message from Prem. He must have sent it in a subtle way under the mesa to not take out 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 cue me'I muttered to myself.

Prem held back his grin, knowing that I would not be able to join them for the movie now. The sink was total of dishes from last night. And their room was sure as shooting to be a slew, with dress strewn about all over. And the laundry ! 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 face."What's the matter, Manu ? You seem preoccupied. Is everything okay at body of work ?"

I decided to use my power piece of work as an exculpation. I did not need to give her boyfriend-turned-lover the satisfaction of thinking that he made me stay habitation, nor to let my tagging along at the motion picture create any tension. No. Too much was at risk. I replied,"Kavi, yes, there's a niggling crisis at employment. I'm sure it'll work out ticket. 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 disappointed that I wouldn't be coming today.

That guilt would aid her cause her move tomorrow, I figured. I did not require 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 hold open tomorrow free. Just let me know 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 mother wit of hold."Maybe we can see the movie again, just you and me, next week."She was saying things in a new and more screw whole tone. Then she continued in a more demanding but still civilized tone."So Manu, you can clean the dishes and lave the laundry. There's a basket of clothes in both room. And also please change the bedsheets and tidy up up around there."She even used the word ‘ please ’. It wasn't the like tone of giving order of magnitude to a handmaid. 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 message taunts.

But Prem was not done with his taunting."Kavita and Gowri, I really have to look up to pussy boy's committal. You know, most men would never stand for this."He was in full feel, complimenting me on the one hired man, but also calling me ‘ pussy boy'in movement of the women, and making it clear that I was not like most ‘ real men'who would assert themselves.

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

Even more surprisingly, Gowri took my position by chiming in,"Yeah, Prem, maybe you should learn something from Manu about treating charwoman 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 derogatory term to describe me.

By this time, I had gotten up to start washing the looker. Kavita had excused herself to do her makeup 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 mean sometimes ! Why do throw to call him that ?"

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

"Oh, yeah, derive 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 spud back.

"All I'm locution is that I respect women. His pussy boy name is just a thoughtfulness of his womanly 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."Pussy boy !"he said.

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

"Please Amir, don't—"I pleaded, using his stately name since I did not have the privilege of using the nickname ‘ Prem'that his last ally and lovers had.

"Shut up pussy boy. throw your leggings !"he commanded with a firm stance standing next to his fiancé. Gowri looked resigned to what he wanted to do, but she also seemed to be odd, and she made no further activeness to dissuade him from bullying me. She made no attempt to hide her smiling when he called me twat boy. There was no ground for this provocation, but with no sign of Kavita around, I had no choice but to go along. I shut off the body of water and lowered my legging until they fell around my ankles. Prem grabbed the nates of my churidar top and lifted it up to expose me in front of his fiancé. She saw me firsthand, wearing satiny panty. It was more than a glance. She stared for more than a here and now and even leaned forward slightly to get a snug feel. Then Prem did the unthinkable. He reached over to my pantie, inserted a finger along the top bound, and yanked them down to expose my penis. 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 little boy down there !"Exasperated, I sighed deeply, my face turning red, hoping that Gowri would stop staring. I took the chance to look down her blouse at the cleavage of her white meat, hoping to get a glance 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 scanty and leggings up. He snapped his finger's breadth and told me to get back to work as they ambled away. I got back to washing peach, but I could see Gowri whispering something to Prem while looking at me with a mischievous smiling, as if she were suggesting something to him. He looked toward me and nodded, then grabbed two small orange tree from our fruit basket and walked over to me. He told me to turn toward him. He pulled the top of my churidar open and inserted the orange tree into the summit area. He adjusted the oranges to situation them exactly where a charwoman's white meat would normally be. They filled up the churidar's born shape that had been vacate and sagging until now. Gowri stood away, snickering. This must take in been her idea. ‘ What a kick she was,'I thought to myself.

Kavita came back a minute later as they all prepared to allow for. I stayed in the kitchen. She was completely oblivious to my humiliation. It was as if zippo had happened. I could separate even from where I stood that she looked stunning as always, but particularly with her Western dress and lipstick and eye shadow on. She had changed into a very revelation Shirley Temple Black wearing apparel, that hugged her figure tightly. It had a recondite V-shaped opening in the front, an open back with criss-cross lace up detail. The apparel ended way above her knees. Gowri asked her,"Didi, you changed ? That attire is to die for !"

"Yes, the heel 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 more than affair to your list of things to do, but I need you to lead my red high hound to get them fixed, okay ? They're in the closet."

"Yes, of form, my love,"I shouted back, trying to observe my vertebral column 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 shoes with broken heel 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 give way me a hint.

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

Gowri replied,"Thanks Manu."But she didn't whirl to impart the brake shoe to me. Instead, she remarked flippantly"You'll find my shoes in Prem's closet in a paper bag - black ace with lacy straps. 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 step and comment. Prem stood there smirking. I wondered if her seeing me in panty 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 dyad ?"I grabbed the kitchen hand towel. I held it in front of my dresser as if I was drying my mitt as I passed them on the way to their sleeping accommodation. Kavita did not notice. I found the shoes in Prem's closet.

"Is this the yoke, 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, give me a kiss before I go."I sighed. There was no getting out of the plight. At least I would get to snog my wife in figurehead of Prem. There was some silver lining. I stepped out, locked eyes with Kavita, ignoring the other two in the backdrop. I walked toward my wife, leaned forward to snog her. Her center scanned me up and down as she clearly noticed the curves in my breast region. 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 doubtfulness that she must have felt the Orange in my boob. She smiled as I turned red in the face.

Kavita grabbed her handbag and tonality, and the trio headed out to the cinema. She said they would be back by 2 o'clock, and that she would text me in the evening. Then she blew me another buss as she left. The door closed. I leaned against the doorway. In the muteness 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 body of work while she cavorts with her lover, but also eager to open a new chapter soon in which he can regenerate his manhood. In the solitude of that present moment, I reflected on the morning's events, feeling a mixture of hope, anxiousness, and ignominy as my cock stirred inside its panties .