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

Setting : Urban Bangalore, India, modern times.

briny fictitious character :

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

- Kavita - Manu's beautiful married woman 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 preceding 7 month due to a temporary worker job duty assignment. ( short letter that Amir does not allow Manu to hollo him Prem, as this nickname is reserved only for his friends ).

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

Kavita has moved into Prem's room due to his involuntariness to do questions about what she perceives as his lack of attachment to her. She has been living with Prem and having sexual coition with him for weeks, and months. 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 William Ashley Sunday, in just two more days. Manu is thrilled. In the culmination moment of chapter 26, Kavita comes abode and shows Gowri something new and very matter to near her venter. Manu is singular to know what his married woman is so felicitous 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 line that this story had and will go on to ingest paper of cuckolding, female dominance, forced sissification, BDSM, mind play, chastity, and refer estimation. Pleased be mindful. I highly encourage anyone who finds this offensive to blockade 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 yr 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 fabric ways, their intimate life suffers from Manu's gradual realisation that he is a beta male person who can not fill his wife's sexual needs.

The taradiddle begins when Kavita's acquaintance from college comes to stay with the couple. His name is emir Ali, or Prem to his Friend. Over the following 7 months, Manu's rack up fears are realized as his wife's gender flush in the presence of Prem. He suspects that his wife was note of hand than just an acquaintance. He discovers to his distress that his wife had an pundit relationship with Prem in college. He suspects that she still has intuitive feeling for her ex. Manu's growing self-doubt around his own masculinity causes him to sink into an abysm of cheat on angst, effectively encouraging his wife to fulfill her sexual desires with Prem. On the side, unbeknownst to Kavita, Prem bullies Manu to counteract his self-assurance and engage his wife away from him.

Various test, misinterpretation, mortification, and difficult experiences slowly edge Manu towards a"loath embracing"of his suppress desires to be a subservient sissy cuckold. With the steady corrosion of his masculinity, Manu descends deeper into psychological despair, torn apart by the simmering internal battle 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 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 husband. She desires only that he accept himself, that he evince his fastening 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 incontrovertible intent in his married woman's military action to keep from completely losing hope of getting her rachis. At the Saame metre, Manu remains hopelessly conflicted in his emotions. He loves Kavita so greatly that he is able to forgive, take on, 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 order to a easily man.

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The Unwanted Houseguest Chapter 27 - Looking Forward

Fri dark, 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-faced affair to get a piercing in her bellybutton without telling me or consulting me ? Furthermore, to have her boyfriend's initials so boldly expose put me over the top. The torment of the initials A.A. in lewd capital letter pounded at me. She was rubbing my nose in the humiliation of belonging to another man, my bane, emir Ali, a Muslim rowdy who had entered our lives and charmed my Hindu wife away from me. My wretchedness was occasionally broken only by the grunting and moaning sounds of intimate jointure 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 vocalisation, the women were equally enjoying their carnal pleasance. After several hours of tossing and turning and pacing back and Forth River, I finally shut my room access to avoid the humiliation, and tried my best to devolve asleep, knowing that if all went as planned, I would soon give birth my wife back. Long after the other room fell quiet, my mind calmed down and rest overcame me.

On Sabbatum sunup, Kavi came to my room all showered and dressed to go out somewhere. I sat up groggily. She hugged me playfully and made minuscule talk, though I could not bring myself to reciprocate as enthusiastically given the sobriety of what I knew my shameless wife had done just hr ago. Then I asked her casually in the forenoon concealment 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 verbalise to him today."

I feared that he would object."Kavita, I don't think he'll understand and go for this very easily."I spoke softly under the sound of her boyfriend buff 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 take in to live with 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 with him this afternoon, okay ?"

"Yes, of course of action, I have some work to do at the office this afternoon, so that will work out perfect,"I replied. She told me to look for her textbook 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 petition to ‘ wait for instructions.'What did she intend by that ? My care popped up immediately. What if I found them in bed again when I returned ? What if she found some alibi again to not come back to me or what if she changed her mind ?"dubiety ran through my body. She sensed it too. She stood by the bed and embraced me. My typeface was pressed against her soft and luscious breasts. I felt at nursing home. Yet as we embraced me, I felt the knockout metal of her belly ring against my pectus, jolting me back to the awareness of her blatant unfaithfulness, poking at my heart almost literally. Still I remained lost in the beauty of the present moment and did not want to argue with her. As usual, I said nothing.

Before she left the way, she walked up to my closet to retrieve a bag presumably containing the clothes 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 Thomas More feminine garments. She also whispered a perfunctory notice that I was starting to show some unsightly straw again. This comment made me wonder why it would matter. My look was shaven already, so she must make meant my consistence hair. Did she gestate that I would continue to shave my torso whisker today also ? Originally, it was Prem's idea to piss me wear the feminine outfit and plane my organic structure whisker, but now my own married woman 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 clear. She was testing me for cooperation. I needed to exceed the test with flying colors. I put a smile on my face, stopped speculating, accepted the bag from her, and went to the bath to get set up. In the shower, I lathered up my entire body and began to shave carefully. Soon I was completely politic from head to toe, including my penis and chunk which now looked even more boyish than common. I took the outfit out of the bag. A twain of silken panties fell out also. The step-in were lavender with pinko and purple flowers all over. They squeezed my genitalia up close to my body. She also included a flannel camisole. Then I looked at the dreadfully feminine outerwear. It included a pinko, semi-transparent churidar top with fully embroidered upper berth bodice and sleeves handcuff. It came with a dark pink stole with contrasting lace and golden boundary line, and magenta colored cotton tights that hugged my leg and felt tight around the genital organ. The earliest outfits had at least some gender-neutral style factor, 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 goose egg that Prem and Kavita had not seen before. Even Gowri had seen me in such wearing apparel before, but perhaps out of deference to me, had been polite enough not to hand or say anything to add to my embarrassment.

I exited from the toilet to find the three of them were already eating breakfast. I joined them, pulling up a death chair antonym to Prem. Both of the women had noticed my churidar ( traditional Indian char's dress ) 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 latest loss of a high-budget and much acclaimed moving-picture show called Padmavati. It was a film based on a historical chronicle of a beautiful pouf who becomes the physical object of desire for a ruthless Muslim king, a adjustment and ironic dramatization of our own lives."Manu, I'm hoping you can unite 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 yoke. Prem and Gowri, followed by a pause, and then her and me. I was pinning my amatory hopes on the well-formed placement of her comma. This is how desperate I had become. Yet, I pushed away any electronegative thought because I was excited just to be included in her plans for once.

"That's awe-inspiring, thanks Kavita. It'll be upright for us to get out of this heat and humidness in a theater for a change."She seemed to be coming around to having me in her sprightliness in a meaningful way !

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

Prem held back his smile, knowing that I would not be able to join them for the picture now. The sink was full of dish antenna from last night. And their room was sure to be a good deal, with clothes strewn about all over. And the washing ! There's no way I could get all this done and go to the movie. My font 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 okeh at body of work ?"

I decided to use my berth workplace as an exculpation. I did not want to give her boyfriend-turned-lover the gratification of thought process that he made me rest home, nor to let my tagging along at the film create any tension. No. Too much was at risk. I replied,"Kavi, yes, there's a little crisis at work. I'm sure it'll work out fine. But it's probably best that I just get matter done today at habitation 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 trip would help oneself her draw her motility tomorrow, I figured. I did not want the housework not being finished to be hanging over my top dog all weekend."No, Kavi, it's okay. I made a loyalty to do the housework, and I'd prefer to keep tomorrow justify. 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 fault every weekend !"She said it with a real sense of appreciation."Maybe we can watch the movie again, just you and me, adjacent week."She was saying affair in a new and more bed tonicity. Then she continued in a more demanding but still civil tone."So Manu, you can clean the dish and lave the laundry. There's a basket of clothes in both rooms. And also please change the bedsheets and straighten out up around there."She even used the news ‘ please ’. It wasn't the Saami tone of giving rules of 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 school text content taunts.

But Prem was not done with his taunt."Kavita and Gowri, I really have to admire puss boy's commitment. You know, most men would never stand for this."He was in full moon spirit, complimenting me on the one hand, but also calling me ‘ pussy boy'in front of the women, and making it crystallize that I was not like to the highest degree ‘ real men'who would affirm themselves.

Kavita objected,"viewpoint for what, Prem ? Helping around the home ? Yes, my Manu is very dedicated to me. more than men should do by their wives with such equality."She called me by my proper public 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 cleaning lady with some more respect."

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

By this time, I had gotten up to take off washing the dishes. Kavita had excused herself to do her constitution before going out, without commenting on this taunts or defending me. In the background I heard Gowri scold him gently,"Really, Prem. You're so entail sometimes ! Why do have to shout out him that ?"

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

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

"All I'm saying is that I respect women. His pussy boy name is just a reflection of his feminine slope. 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 figure. He took the chance to humiliate me further. He brought Gowri by the helping hand over to where I was standing."Pussy boy !"he said.

I turned to bet 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 conventional epithet since I did not hold the privilege of using the moniker ‘ Prem'that his close friends and lover had.

"Shut up pussy boy. Drop your leggings !"he commanded with a unwaveringly posture standing next to his fiancé. Gowri looked resigned to what he wanted to do, but she also seemed to be curious, and she made no boost actions to dissuade him from bullying me. She made no endeavour to hide her smile when he called me kitty boy. There was no reasonableness for this provocation, but with no sign of Kavita around, I had no alternative but to go along. I shut off the water system and lowered my leg covering until they fell around my articulatio talocruralis. Prem grabbed the bottom of my churidar top and lifted it up to unwrap me in front of his fiancé. She saw me firsthand, wearing silky panties. It was more than a coup d'oeil. She stared for to a greater extent than a moment and even leaned forward slightly to take a closer aspect. Then Prem did the unthinkable. He reached over to my panties, inserted a fingerbreadth along the top sharpness, and yanked them down to bring out my phallus. 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 petty boy down there !"Exasperated, I sighed deeply, my face turning red, hoping that Gowri would stop staring. I took the opportunity to look down her blouse at the cleavage of her knocker, hoping to get a glimpse of her bra. I lingered just a consequence 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 digit 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 mischievous grinning, as if she were suggesting something to him. He looked toward me and nodded, then grabbed two small oranges 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 orangeness 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 rude build that had been hollow and sagging until now. Gowri stood away, snickering. This must ingest been her idea. ‘ 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 humiliation. 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 lip rouge and eye shadow on. She had changed into a very revealing total darkness frock, that hugged her digit tightly. It had a deep V-shaped hatchway in the front, an open back with criss-cross lace up detail. The frock ended way above her knees. Gowri asked her,"Didi, you changed ? That clothes is to die for !"

"Yes, the heel on the horseshoe for the red wearing apparel broke, so I had to wear something else."She looked over at me,"Manu, I'm sorry to add one more affair to your list of matter to do, but I need you to contain my red high heels to get them fixed, okay ? They're in the closet."

"Yes, of class, my passion,"I shouted back, trying to keep my back to her."I'll bead it off on the way to work, and beak up on the way back tonight."

Then Gowri remembered that she also had a pair of brake shoe with broken heels that needed repairing. I heard her say it out tawdry 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 give me a hint.

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

Gowri replied,"Thanks Manu."But she didn't offering to work the shoes to me. Instead, she remarked flippantly"You'll find my skid in Prem's loo in a paper bag - black-market ones 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 spirit and comments. 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 sinkhole, 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 decent pair ?"I grabbed the kitchen hand towel. I held it in front end of my chest as if I was drying my script as I passed them on the way to their bedroom. Kavita did not placard. 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 elbow 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 quandary. At to the lowest degree I would get to snog my wife in front of Prem. There was some silver lining. I stepped out, lock up optic with Kavita, ignoring the early two in the setting. I walked toward my wife, leaned forward to kiss her. Her eyes scanned me up and down as she clearly noticed the curved shape in my breast surface area. She embraced me and kissed my face instead of on the sassing, 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 consume felt the Orange in my breast. She smiled as I turned red in the face.

Kavita grabbed her purse and tonality, and the trio headed out to the celluloid. She said they would be back by 2 o'clock, and that she would text me in the eventide. Then she blew me another buss 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 dress, left to do his married woman's work while she cavorts with her lover, but also aegir to open a new chapter soon in which he can reclaim his manhood. In the solitude of that moment, I reflected on the morning's upshot, feeling a concoction of Hope, anxiety, and shame as my cock stirred inside its panties .