You may message me to get the first 26 chapters. However, let me at least explain the background and theatrical role :

stage setting : Urban Bangalore, India, innovative times.

briny fibre :

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

- Kavita - Manu's beautiful wife who has a past times 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 times 7 month due to a temp job appointment. ( Note that Amir does not take into account Manu to hollo him Prem, as this nickname is reserved only for his champion ).

- Gowri, ameer'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 room due to his unwillingness to resolve inquiry about what she perceives as his lack of fond regard to her. She has been living with Prem and having sexual copulation with him for week, and month. But after much back and Forth River with her husband, she has recently indicated to Manu that she will move back in with him. She is set to move back on Sun, in just two to a greater extent twenty-four hours. Manu is thrilled. In the shutting here and now of chapter 26, Kavita comes home and shows Gowri something new and very interesting near her stomach. Manu is curious to have it away what his wife is so well-chosen 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 note that this tarradiddle had and will continue to deliver theme of cuckolding, female dominance, forced sissification, BDSM, brain play, virtue, and relate melodic theme. pleased be aware. I highly encourage anyone who finds this offensive to stop now and dispense with yourself and the rest of us your grief. 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, modern professionals working in Bangalore. Although they appear outwardly happy and successful in most corporeal slipway, their intimate lifespan suffers from Manu's gradual realisation that he is a genus Beta male who can not fill his married woman's sexual needs.

The story begins when Kavita's conversance from college comes to stay put with the twosome. His name is Amir Ali, or Prem to his friends. Over the next 7 months, Manu's worst fears are realized as his married woman's sexuality blossom in the presence of Prem. He suspects that his wife was take note than just an conversance. He discovers to his distraint that his married woman had an enlightened relationship with Prem in college. He suspects that she still has intuitive feeling 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 wife to fulfill her sexual desires with Prem. On the side, unbeknownst to Kavita, Prem bullies Manu to undermine his self-confidence and take his wife away from him.

Various trials, misunderstandings, humiliations, and difficult experiences slowly edge Manu towards a"reluctant embracing"of his keep down desires to be a subservient sissy cuckold. With the steady erosion of his masculinity, 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 submission to his wife and to the manly man that she has embraced.

Throughout the ordeal, despite Kavita's blatant unfaithfulness in their own place, she simultaneously reinforces her love for her husband. She desires only that he accept himself, that he show his fond regard and warmness for her, and that he answer her question about whether he is hiding something. Manu, being of a supremely optimistic disposition, finds just enough plus intentions in his wife's actions to preserve from completely losing Leslie Townes Hope of getting her back. At the same metre, 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 eyes and winning his wife back, while also subconsciously desiring, in an act of ultimate devotedness, to misplace his wife to a better man in order to a better man.

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The Unwanted house guest 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 thing to get a piercing in her navel point without telling me or consulting me ? Furthermore, to feature her swain's initials so boldly displayed put me over the top. The bedevilment of the initials A.A. in obscene capital letters pounded at me. She was rubbing my nozzle in the mortification of belonging to another man, my curse, ameer Ali, a Muslim hooligan who had entered our spirit and charmed my Hindu wife away from me. My misery was occasionally broken only by the grunting and moaning audio of intimate union coming from the neighboring way, a way in which this unsatiable man of men was outrageously enjoying himself with not one but two charwoman in the same bed. From the phone of their voices, the cleaning woman were equally enjoying their sensual pleasures. After various hour of tossing and turning and pacing back and Forth River, I finally shut my door to keep off the abasement, and tried my best to return asleep, knowing that if all went as planned, I would soon own my married woman back. Long after the other room fell quiet, my mind calmed down and catch some Z's overcame me.

On Saturday morning, Kavi came to my way all showered and dressed to go out somewhere. I sat up groggily. She hugged me playfully and made belittled talk, though I could not bring myself to reciprocate as enthusiastically given the gravity of what I knew my shameless 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 mouth to him today."

I feared that he would object."Kavita, I don't think he'll understand and assume this very easily."I spoke softly under the sound of her swain lover 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 birth to go for it. It's my decision."That made me find relieved to see Kavita taking such a fast position."Just give me some concealment to blab out with him this good afternoon, okay ?"

"Yes, of trend, I have some work to do at the office this afternoon, so that will exercise out perfect,"I replied. She told me to expect 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 stand for 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 amount back to me or what if she changed her idea ?"Doubts ran through my consistence. She sensed it too. She stood by the bed and embraced me. My face was pressed against her easygoing and delectable breasts. I felt at home. Yet as we embraced me, I felt the arduous metal of her belly ring against my bureau, jolting me back to the awareness of her blatant infidelity, poking at my ticker almost literally. Still I remained lost in the lulu of the moment and did not need to contend 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 people of colour and elan, I noted that it was one of the more feminine garments. She also whispered a casual observation that I was starting to depict some unsightly stubble again. This comment made me question why it would matter. My brass was shaven already, so she must have meant my organic structure hair. Did she have a bun in the oven that I would continue to plane my body hair today also ? Originally, it was Prem's idea to make me wear the feminine outfit and shave my dead body hair, 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 a lot was make. She was testing me for cooperation. I needed to pass the examination with flying colors. I put a smile on my fount, stopped speculating, accepted the bag from her, and went to the bathroom to get ready. In the shower, I lathered up my stallion organic structure and began to shave carefully. Soon I was completely smooth from head to toe, including my penis and formal which now looked even more boyish than usual. I took the outfit out of the bag. A pair of silky panties fell out also. The panty were lavender with pink and majestic flowers all over. They squeezed my genital organ up close to my dead body. She also included a white camisole. Then I looked at the dreadfully feminine outerwear. It included a pink, semi-transparent churidar top with fully embroidered upper bodice and sleeves turnup. It came with a dark ping stole with contrasting lace and golden delimitation, and Magenta colored cotton tights that hugged my peg and felt tight around the genitalia. The earliest outfits had at to the lowest degree 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 naught that Prem and Kavita had not seen before. Even Gowri had seen me in such clothes before, but perhaps out of complaisance to me, had been polite enough not to reach 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 womanhood had noticed my churidar ( traditional Red Indian women'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 release of a high-budget and much acclaimed flick called Padmavati. It was a film based on a historical business relationship of a beautiful fag who becomes the object of desire for a ruthless Muslim king, a try-on 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 trance 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 promise on the well-formed positioning of her comma. This is how desperate I had become. Yet, I pushed away any veto thoughts because I was excited just to be included in her architectural plan for once.

"That's awesome, thanks Kavita. It'll be safe for us to get out of this heating plant 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 substance from Prem. He must have sent it in a subtle way under the mesa to not eviscerate tending to his military action. The subject matter 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 judgement, but ‘ how kind of Prem to prompt me'I muttered to myself.

Prem held back his grin, knowing that I would not be able to connect them for the movie now. The sink was full of dishes from live night. And their way was sure enough to be a mess, with clothes strewn about all over. And the wash ! 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 work ?"

I decided to use my situation work as an excuse. I did not require to give her boyfriend-turned-lover the satisfaction of thought process that he made me stay rest home, nor to let my tagging along at the motion-picture show create any tension. No. Too often 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 just that I just get things done today at home with my job, and then at the role. 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 thwarted that I wouldn't be coming today.

That guilt would help her take a leak 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 okay. I made a commitment to do the housekeeping, and I'd prefer to hold open tomorrow loose. Just let me know if there's anything specific you need me to do ?"

Kavita replied,"Sure Manu, thank you. You're so angelical to apply me a falling out every weekend !"She said it with a genuine signified of perceptiveness."Maybe we can watch the movie again, just you and me, next week."She was saying things in a new and more loving step. Then she continued in a more demanding but still polite tone."So Manu, you can pick the dish antenna and wash the laundry. There's a basket of clothes in both suite. And also delight change the bedsheets and neaten up around there."She even used the word ‘ please ’. It wasn't the like pure tone of giving social club to a handmaid. 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 message taunts.

But Prem was not done with his twit."Kavita and Gowri, I really have to admire pussycat boy's loyalty. You know, to the highest degree men would never resist for this."He was in full spirit, complimenting me on the one hand, but also calling me ‘ purulent boy'in front end of the women, and making it clear that I was not like almost ‘ very men'who would assert themselves.

Kavita objected,"viewpoint for what, Prem ? Helping around the mansion ? Yes, my Manu is very dedicated to me. More men should treat their wives 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 woman with some more respect."

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

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

Prem got defensive. I heard him say to Gowri,"You know I don't think of it as an affront. The vagina is a consecrated and beautiful thing, zip to be looked down on. It's a solemnisation 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 divinity ? Since when ?"she shot back.

"All I'm saying is that I respect womanhood. His cunt boy epithet is just a observation of his feminine side. That's all."He had diffused the tension 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 figure. He took the opportunity to abase me further. He brought Gowri by the hand over to where I was standing."pussycat boy !"he said.

I turned to depend at him. Kavita was in the early way, out of earshot."Gowri doesn't understand why you're a slit boy."

"Please Amir, don't—"I pleaded, using his dinner gown figure since I did not have the privilege of using the byname ‘ Prem'that his secretive friends and lovers had.

"Shut up pussy boy. Drop your leging !"he commanded with a truehearted position standing following to his fiancé. Gowri looked resigned to what he wanted to do, but she also seemed to be curious, and she made no further activeness to dissuade him from bullying me. She made no attempt to hide her grin when he called me pussycat boy. There was no reason for this irritation, but with no sign of Kavita around, I had no choice but to go along. I shut off the pee and lowered my leg covering until they fell around my ankles. Prem grabbed the tooshie of my churidar top and lifted it up to expose me in movement of his fiancé. She saw me firsthand, wearing silky panties. It was more than a glance. She stared for more than a moment and even leaned forward slightly to subscribe a closer look. Then Prem did the unthinkable. He reached over to my step-in, inserted a finger along the top edge, and yanked them down to expose my penis. I felt ashamed. My phallus had been tightly trapped inside the pantie, and remained small and shriveled up in all the tension. Prem noted to her,"See Gowri, he's like a picayune boy down there !"Exasperated, I sighed deeply, my boldness turning red, hoping that Gowri would cease staring. I took the opportunity to look down her blouse at the segmentation of her chest, 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 panties 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 wicked grinning, as if she were suggesting something to him. He looked toward me and nodded, then grabbed two modest Orange River from our yield basket and walked over to me. He told me to rick toward him. He pulled the top of my churidar open up and inserted the Orange River into the summit area. He adjusted the oranges to position them exactly where a adult female's breasts would normally be. They filled up the churidar's instinctive material body that had been empty and sagging until now. Gowri stood away, snickering. This must have been her idea. ‘ What a bitch she was,'I thought to myself.

Kavita came back a minute later as they all prepared to pull up stakes. I stayed in the kitchen. She was completely forgetful to my humiliation. It was as if cypher had happened. I could tell even from where I stood that she looked stunning as always, but particularly with her Western wearing apparel and lipstick and eye fantasm on. She had changed into a very let out black dress, that hugged her figure tightly. It had a trench V-shaped opening night in the front, an open back with criss-cross lacing up particular. The dress ended way above her stifle. Gowri asked her,"Didi, you changed ? That dress is to die for !"

"Yes, the heel on the brake shoe 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 matter to your list of things to do, but I need you to take my red high cad to get them fixed, okay ? They're in the closet."

"Yes, of course of instruction, my love life,"I shouted back, trying to keep my binding 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 place with damp heels that needed repairing. I heard her say it out brassy 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 impart 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 lustful young woman and her sexy 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 add the skid to me. Instead, she remarked flippantly"You'll discover my shoes in Prem's closet in a newspaper bag - black unity with lacy straps. 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 forgetful to her pure tone and commentary. 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 cesspit, hidden away from survey, 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 properly span ?"I grabbed the kitchen hand towel. I held it in front of my chest as if I was drying my hands as I passed them on the way to their bedroom. Kavita did not poster. 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 predicament. At least I would get to buss my wife in presence of Prem. There was some silver-tongued lining. I stepped out, locked eyes with Kavita, ignoring the other two in the scope. I walked toward my wife, leaned forward to kiss her. Her middle scanned me up and down as she clearly noticed the curves in my knocker area. She embraced me and kissed my cheek 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 incertitude that she must have felt the Orange in my chest. She smiled as I turned red in the face.

Kavita grabbed her handbag and keys, and the trio 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 osculation as she left. The doorway closed. I leaned against the doorway. 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 oeuvre while she cavorts with her lover, but also aegir to give a new chapter soon in which he can domesticise his manhood. In the purdah of that moment, I reflected on the morning's consequence, feeling a mixture of hope, anxiety, and shame as my cock stirred inside its panties .