You may message me to get the first-class honours degree 26 chapters. However, let me at least excuse the setting and fictitious character :

scene : Urban Bangalore, India, modern times.

main reference :

- Manu - the chief character, a ~30 twelvemonth man. The report is mostly told from Manu's perspective.

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

- Amir Ali, known to his supporter as Prem, the masculine manly man who has moved in with Manu and Kavita for the past 7 months due to a temporary job naming. ( Note that emir does not set aside Manu to call him Prem, as this nickname is reserved only for his friends ).

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

Kavita has moved into Prem's elbow room due to his unwillingness to respond doubt about what she perceives as his deficiency of fond regard to her. She has been living with Prem and having sexual relations with him for calendar week, and month. But after much back and forth with her husband, she has recently indicated to Manu that she will motivate back in with him. She is set to move back on Billy Sunday, in just two more twenty-four hours. Manu is thrilled. In the closing bit of chapter 26, Kavita comes domicile and shows Gowri something new and very worry near her stomach. Manu is curious to know what his wife is so happy 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 bank note that this story had and will carry on to receive themes of cuckolding, female dominance, forced sissification, BDSM, thinker maneuver, sexual morality, and pertain melodic theme. Pleased be cognizant. I highly encourage anyone who finds this nauseating to stop now and save yourself and the rest of us your heartache. 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, mod professionals working in Bangalore. Although they appear outwardly well-chosen and successful in almost material fashion, their intimate life suffers from Manu's gradual realization that he is a genus Beta male person who can not fulfill his married woman's sexual 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 adjacent 7 months, Manu's defective fear are realized as his wife's sexuality blossoms in the presence of Prem. He suspects that his wife was take note than just an acquaintance. He discovers to his distraint that his wife had an savant 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 abyss of cuckold angst, effectively encouraging his wife to execute her sexual desires with Prem. On the incline, unbeknownst to Kavita, Prem bullies Manu to counteract his confidence and exact his wife away from him.

Various tribulation, misinterpretation, chagrin, and difficult experiences slowly edge Manu towards a"reluctant embracing"of his repressed desires to be a submissive sissy cuckold. With the steady erosion of his maleness, Manu descends deeper into psychological despair, torn apart by the simmering internal battle between his culturally-ingrained expectations of what it means to be a man against his own daemon that revel in the entry to his wife and to the manlike man that she has embraced.

Throughout the ordeal, despite Kavita's blatant infidelity in their own home, she simultaneously reinforces her love for her hubby. She desires only that he accept himself, that he present his attachment and warmheartedness for her, and that he answer her inquiry about whether he is hiding something. Manu, being of a supremely optimistic inclination, finds just enough positive intentions in his wife's actions to keep on from completely losing Hope of getting her back. At the Lapplander 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 optic and winning his wife back, while also subconsciously desiring, in an act of ultimate devotion, to miss his wife to a better man in guild to a better man.

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The Unwanted Houseguest Chapter 27 - Looking Forward

Fri 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 matter to get a piercing in her umbilicus 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 detestable capital letters pounded at me. She was rubbing my nozzle in the humiliation of belonging to another man, my nemesis, emir Ali, a Muslim bully who had entered our animation 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 insatiable man of men was outrageously enjoying himself with not one but two adult female in the same bed. From the strait of their vocalism, the charwoman were equally enjoying their carnal joy. After respective hours of tossing and turning and pacing back and forth, I finally shut my door to avoid the mortification, and tried my ripe to fall asleep, knowing that if all went as planned, I would soon have my wife back. Long after the former room fell hush, my mind calmed down and log Z's overcame me.

On Saturday morn, 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 bring myself to reciprocate as enthusiastically given the gravity of what I knew my shameless married woman had done just hours ago. Then I asked her casually in the cockcrow 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 spill the beans 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 boyfriend lover showering in the other room.

She replied,"Don't you worry, Manu. provide 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 founder me some privateness to talk with him this afternoon, okay ?"

"Yes, of course of action, I have some employment to do at the spot this good afternoon, so that will work out perfect,"I replied. She told me to hold back 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 ‘ postponement for instructions.'What did she imply by that ? My fears popped up immediately. What if I found them in bed again when I returned ? What if she found some exculpation again to not come up back to me or what if she changed her mind ?"doubt ran through my body. She sensed it too. She stood by the bed and embraced me. My nerve was pressed against her lenient and luscious breasts. I felt at home. Yet as we embraced me, I felt the hard metal of her belly ring against my pectus, jolting me back to the consciousness of her blatant infidelity, poking at my heart almost literally. Still I remained lost in the beauty of the moment and did not require to debate with her. As common, I said nothing.

Before she left the room, she walked up to my W.C. to retrieve a bag presumably containing the clothes she expected me to have on. She handed it to me. I looked inside. Judging from the color and styles, I noted that it was one of the More womanly garments. She also whispered a casual reflection that I was starting to show some unsightly stubble again. This comment made me wonder why it would matter. My face was shaven already, so she must have meant my body hair. Did she require that I would continue to trim my body hair today also ? Originally, it was Prem's idea to make me wear the feminine outfit and shave my physical structure pilus, but now my own wife was actively participating in feminizing me. She said it helped me stay centered, calmness, and happy.

I decided not to object. She had, after all, indicated that she was going to verbalize to Prem about her moving out of his elbow room, and into mine. That much was clear. She was testing me for cooperation. I needed to pass along the tryout with flying coloration. I put a smile on my face, stopped speculating, accepted the bag from her, and went to the bathroom to get set. In the shower, I lathered up my entire consistency and began to shave carefully. Soon I was completely legato from headland to toe, including my penis and testis which now looked even more boylike than usual. I took the turnout out of the bag. A pair of slick panty fell out also. The pantie were lavender with pink and purpleness flowers all over. They squeezed my genital organ up close to my trunk. She also included a White person camisole. Then I looked at the dreadfully womanly outerwear. It included a pink, semi-transparent churidar top with fully embroidered upper bodice and sleeves cuff. It came with a dark pinkish stole with contrasting lace and golden border, and Magenta colored cotton tights that hugged my legs and felt tight around the genitals. The earlier getup had at least some gender-neutral mode component, 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 obligingness to me, had been polite enough not to reach 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 chair opposite to Prem. Both of the women had noticed my churidar ( traditional Amerindian language womanhood's 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 a la mode passing of a high-budget and much acclaimed motion picture called Padmavati. It was a picture show based on a diachronic bill of a beautiful Queen who becomes the objective of desire for a ruthless Muslim king, a try-on 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 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 amative Bob Hope on the grammatical placement of her Polygonia comma. This is how heroic I had become. Yet, I pushed away any damaging thoughts because I was excited just to be included in her plans for once.

"That's awesome, thanks Kavita. It'll be just for us to get out of this rut and humidity in a house 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 content from Prem. He must have sent it in a subtle way under the tabular array to not draw and quarter tending to his activity. The message read,"P.B. Don't forgot your Sat 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 mind, but ‘ how form of Prem to cue me'I muttered to myself.

Prem held back his grinning, knowing that I would not be able to fall in them for the movie now. The sink was full of dishes from last Nox. And their room was sure to be a tidy sum, with wearing apparel strewn about all over. And the laundry ! There's no way I could get all this done and go to the motion-picture show. My face had fallen as I looked at my sound, and Kavita detected it right away in my typeface."What's the issue, Manu ? You seem preoccupied. Is everything okay at work ?"

I decided to use my office work as an excuse. I did not desire to give her boyfriend-turned-lover the satisfaction of thought process that he made me stay household, nor to let my tagging along at the movies create any tension. No. Too often was at hazard. I replied,"Kavi, yes, there's a petty crisis at oeuvre. I'm surely it'll employment out fine. But it's probably easily that I just get things done today at dwelling with my chores, and then at the agency. 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 guilt would help her make her move tomorrow, I figured. I did not desire the housework not being finished to be hanging over my head all weekend."No, Kavi, it's okeh. I made a allegiance to do the housework, and I'd prefer to go on tomorrow innocent. Just let me know if there's anything specific you need me to do ?"

Kavita replied,"Sure Manu, thank you. You're so honeyed to kick in me a break every weekend !"She said it with a real horse sense of appreciation."Maybe we can watch the pic again, just you and me, future week."She was saying things in a new and more have sex feeling. Then she continued in a more demanding but still polite pure tone."So Manu, you can houseclean the sweetheart and wash the laundry. There's a field goal of clothes in both rooms. And also please transfer the bedsheets and tidy up around there."She even used the word ‘ please ’. It wasn't the Lapplander tone of giving orders to a retainer. 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 twit."Kavita and Gowri, I really have to admire pussy boy's commitment. You know, most men would never fend for this."He was in full spirit, complimenting me on the one hand, but also calling me ‘ snatch boy'in front of the women, and making it crystallise that I was not like near ‘ 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 figure, while tactfully not correcting his name-calling directly.

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

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

By this time, I had gotten up to come out washing the ravisher. Kavita had excused herself to do her composition before going out, without commenting on this taunts or defending me. In the background signal I heard Gowri scold him gently,"Really, Prem. You're so signify sometimes ! Why do have to call him that ?"

Prem got defensive attitude. I heard him say to Gowri,"You know I don't mean it as an insult. The vagina is a sacred and beautiful thing, zero to be looked down on. It's a celebration of muliebrity !"

"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 shot back.

"All I'm locution is that I respect women. His pussy boy public figure is just a reflection of his feminine incline. That's all."He had diffused the latent hostility with Gowri using an implausibly 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 handwriting over to where I was standing."cunt boy !"he said.

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

"Please Amir, don't—"I pleaded, using his formal name since I did not have the prerogative of using the sobriquet ‘ Prem'that his conclude friends and fan had.

"Shut up pussy boy. Drop your leging !"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 peculiar, and she made no boost legal action to dissuade him from bullying me. She made no attempt to blot out her grin when he called me kitty-cat boy. There was no reason for this irritation, but with no sign of Kavita around, I had no option but to go along. I shut off the water system and lowered my leggings until they fell around my ankle joint. Prem grabbed the bottom of my churidar top and lifted it up to expose me in front of his fiancé. She saw me firsthand, wearing satiny pantie. It was more than a glance. She stared for more than a import and even leaned forward slightly to need a closelipped flavour. Then Prem did the unthinkable. He reached over to my panties, inserted a finger's breadth along the top edge, and yanked them down to let out my penis. I felt ashamed. My penis had been tightly trapped inside the panties, and remained small and shriveled up in all the tensity. Prem noted to her,"See Gowri, he's like a lilliputian boy down there !"Exasperated, I sighed deeply, my font turning red, hoping that Gowri would stop staring. I took the opportunity to look down her blouse at the cleavage of her tit, hoping to get a glimpse of her bra. I lingered just a second 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 panty and leggings up. He snapped his fingers and told me to get back to work as they ambled away. I got back to washing dishes, but I could see Gowri whispering something to Prem while looking at me with a arch smile, as if she were suggesting something to him. He looked toward me and nodded, then grabbed two small orangeness 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 oranges into the breast area. He adjusted the Orange to position them exactly where a woman's white meat would normally be. They filled up the churidar's instinctive contour that had been empty and sagging until now. Gowri stood away, snickering. This must have been her mind. ‘ What a bitch she was,'I thought to myself.

Kavita came back a second later as they all prepared to leave. I stayed in the kitchen. She was completely oblivious to my abasement. It was as if nix had happened. I could recount 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 unveil dark dress, that hugged her figure tightly. It had a deep V-shaped chess opening in the front, an open back with criss-cross lacing up particular. The dress ended way above her genu. Gowri asked her,"Didi, you changed ? That garb is to die for !"

"Yes, the dog 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 Sir Thomas More thing to your list of thing to do, but I need you to take my red high heels to get them fixed, okay ? They're in the closet."

"Yes, of class, my lovemaking,"I shouted back, trying to hold open my back to her."I'll free fall it off on the way to work, and nibble up on the way back tonight."

Then Gowri remembered that she also had a couple of brake shoe with broken bounder 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 little annoyed that she thought she had to give me a hint.

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

Gowri replied,"Thanks Manu."But she didn't pass to impart the brake shoe to me. Instead, she remarked flippantly"You'll find my shoes in Prem's water closet in a composition bag - black ones with lacy shoulder strap. Please get them shined too."It was somehow MY job to go and get her brake shoe ! And to be told to just get them shined on top of that ! Kavita acted oblivious to her tone and comments. 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 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 hand towel. I held it in social movement of my chest of drawers as if I was drying my hands as I passed them on the way to their bedroom. Kavita did not observation. I found the shoes in Prem's closet.

"Is this the pair, 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, number here, give me a osculate before I go."I sighed. There was no getting out of the quandary. At least I would get to kiss my wife in front of Prem. There was some silver lining. I stepped out, mesh optic with Kavita, ignoring the other two in the background. I walked toward my married woman, leaned forward to kiss her. Her eye scanned me up and down as she clearly noticed the breaking ball in my knocker field. She embraced me and kissed my brass instead of on the mouth, 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 get felt the oranges in my breast. She smiled as I turned red in the face.

Kavita grabbed her purse and keys, 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 candy kiss as she left. The door closed. I leaned against the room access. In the silence of the apartment, I looked in the mirror at myself, a man feminized and defeated into wearing woman's garb, left to do his married woman's employment while she cavorts with her fan, but also eager to spread a new chapter soon in which he can rectify his manhood. In the solitude of that moment, I reflected on the morning's events, feeling a potpourri of Hope, anxiousness, and shame as my cock stirred inside its panties .