You may message me to get the foremost 26 chapters. However, let me at least excuse the setting and fibre :

Setting : Urban Bangalore, India, innovative times.

main characters :

- Manu - the primary fiber, a ~30 twelvemonth man. The story is mostly told from Manu's perspective.

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

- amir Ali, known to his Quaker as Prem, the masculine manly man who has moved in with Manu and Kavita for the preceding 7 months due to a temporary job assignment. ( government note that ameer does not allow Manu to address him Prem, as this nickname is reserved only for his booster ).

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

Kavita has moved into Prem's room due to his unwillingness to answer questions about what she perceives as his lack of attachment to her. She has been living with Prem and having sexual relations with him for calendar week, and months. But after much back and forth with her hubby, she has recently indicated to Manu that she will strike back in with him. She is set to displace back on Sunday, in just two Sir Thomas More days. Manu is thrilled. In the shutdown moments of chapter 26, Kavita comes habitation and shows Gowri something new and very interesting near her stomach. Manu is odd to sleep together what his wife 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 notation that this story had and will continue to have theme of cuckolding, female control, forced sissification, BDSM, nous free rein, chastity, and colligate musical theme. proud of be aware. I highly encourage anyone who finds this offensive to give up 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, Modern professionals working in Bangalore. Although they appear outwardly well-chosen and successful in well-nigh stuff ways, their intimate lifespan suffers from Manu's gradual realization that he is a genus Beta male who can not satisfy his wife's sexual needs.

The write up begins when Kavita's acquaintance from college comes to stay with the couple. His public figure is Amir Ali, or Prem to his admirer. Over the next 7 months, Manu's worst veneration are realized as his married woman's sex peak in the presence of Prem. He suspects that his married woman was eminence than just an acquaintanceship. He discovers to his distress that his married woman had an tyro relationship with Prem in college. He suspects that she still has opinion for her ex. Manu's growing self-doubt around his own masculinity causes him to dip into an abysm of cuckold angst, effectively encouraging his wife to fulfill her sexual desires with Prem. On the side, unbeknown to Kavita, Prem bullies Manu to undermine his authority and take his wife away from him.

Various visitation, misunderstandings, humiliations, and difficult experiences slowly edge Manu towards a"reluctant embracing"of his repress desires to be a submissive sissy cuckold. With the sweetheart erosion of his masculinity, Manu descends deeper into psychological desperation, torn apart by the simmering intimate engagement between his culturally-ingrained expectations of what it means to be a man against his own demons 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 home, she simultaneously reinforces her love life for her husband. She desires only that he accept himself, that he evidence his affixation 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 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 eyes and winning his wife back, while also subconsciously desiring, in an act of ultimate devotion, to lose his married woman to a effective man in order to a comfortably man.

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The Unwanted Houseguest 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 audacious thing to get a piercing in her omphalus without telling me or consulting me ? Furthermore, to own her boyfriend'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 nose in the mortification of belonging to another man, my nemesis, ameer 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 sounds 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 women in the same bed. From the sounds of their vocalisation, the women were equally enjoying their carnal pleasures. After various hours of tossing and turning and pacing back and forth, I finally shut my door to ward off the abasement, and tried my estimable to fall asleep, knowing that if all went as planned, I would soon have my wife back. Long after the other room fell quiet, my mind calmed down and sleep 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 small talking, though I could not bring myself to reciprocate as enthusiastically given the gravity of what I knew my shameless married woman had done just time of day 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 talk to him today."

I feared that he would object."Kavita, I don't think he'll understand and admit 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. result it to me. Whether or not he understands is up to him. But one way or another, he's going to have to take on it. It's my decision."That made me feel relieved to see Kavita taking such a unwavering position."Just grant me some privacy to talk with him this good afternoon, okay ?"

"Yes, of track, I have some employment to do at the place this afternoon, so that will make for 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 postulation 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 ?"dubiety ran through my body. She sensed it too. She stood by the bed and embraced me. My human face was pressed against her soft and luscious breasts. I felt at habitation. Yet as we embraced me, I felt the hard metal of her belly ring against my chest, jolting me back to the awareness of her blatant infidelity, poking at my marrow almost literally. Still I remained lost in the stunner of the moment and did not require to argue with her. As usual, I said nothing.

Before she left the elbow room, she walked up to my water closet to find a bag presumably containing the clothes she expected me to wear. She handed it to me. I looked inside. Judging from the color and vogue, I noted that it was one of the more feminine garments. She also whispered a effortless observation that I was starting to exhibit some unsightly stubble again. This comment made me enquire why it would matter. My face was shaven already, so she must ingest meant my physical structure hair. Did she require that I would proceed to knock off my physical structure hairsbreadth today also ? Originally, it was Prem's melodic theme to lay down me wear the feminine rig and shave my body hair, but now my own married woman was actively participating in feminizing me. She said it helped me stay centered, calm air, 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 net. She was testing me for cooperation. I needed to clear the test with flying semblance. I put a smile on my case, stopped speculating, accepted the bag from her, and went to the privy to get ready. In the shower, I lathered up my integral consistence and began to trim carefully. Soon I was completely smooth from nous to toe, including my penis and bollock which now looked even more boyish than common. I took the turnout out of the bag. A couplet of silky scanty fell out also. The panties were lavender with garden pink and over-embellished heyday all over. They squeezed my genitals up close to my body. She also included a 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 handlock. It came with a nighttime pink stole with contrasting lace and golden border, and Magenta colored cotton tights that hugged my legs and felt tight around the genital organ. The earlier outfits had at to the lowest degree some gender-neutral elan elements, but this left no dubiousness 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 dress before, but perhaps out of deference to me, had been polite enough not to reach out or say anything to add to my embarrassment.

I exited from the lav 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 American 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 later release of a high-budget and much acclaimed movie called Padmavati. It was a moving-picture show based on a historical write up of a beautiful queen regnant who becomes the target of desire for a ruthless Muslim king, a fitting and ironic dramatization of our own lives."Manu, I'm hoping you can link us too. Prem and Gowri, and you and me. We can catch the matinee show."The way she said it sound like a duo of duet. Prem and Gowri, followed by a pause, and then her and me. I was pinning my amorous Leslie Townes Hope on the grammatical placement of her comma. This is how desperate I had become. Yet, I pushed away any negative thoughts because I was excited just to be included in her architectural plan for once.

"That's awful, thanks Kavita. It'll be safe for us to get out of this warmth and humidness 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 message from Prem. He must have sent it in a pernicious way under the table to not draw attention to his actions. 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 cover of my judgement, but ‘ how kind of Prem to prompt me'I muttered to myself.

Prem held back his smile, knowing that I would not be able to get together them for the picture now. The cesspit was good of sweetheart from conclusion nighttime. And their room was surely to be a fix, with apparel strewn about all over. And the wash ! There's no way I could get all this done and go to the picture. My face had fallen as I looked at my earpiece, and Kavita detected it right away in my case."What's the matter, Manu ? You seem preoccupied. Is everything okay at work ?"

I decided to use my office work as an self-justification. I did not want to give her boyfriend-turned-lover the satisfaction of thought process that he made me detain home, nor to let my tagging along at the movies create any latent hostility. No. Too a lot was at risk. I replied,"Kavi, yes, there's a small crisis at work. I'm sure it'll work out fine. But it's probably best that I just get affair 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 help her make her move tomorrow, I figured. I did not want the housework not being finished to be hanging over my headland all weekend."No, Kavi, it's okay. I made a commitment to do the housework, and I'd prefer to proceed tomorrow rid. Just let me know if there's anything specific you need me to do ?"

Kavita replied,"Sure Manu, thank you. You're so sweetness to leave me a break every weekend !"She said it with a genuine sentience of taste."Maybe we can see the movie again, just you and me, adjacent week."She was saying affair in a new and more jazz tone. Then she continued in a more demanding but still polite flavour."So Manu, you can clean the bag and wash the laundry. There's a hoop of clothes in both rooms. And also please exchange the bedsheets and tidy up around there."She even used the word ‘ please ’. It wasn't the same tone of giving orders 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 textual matter message taunts.

But Prem was not done with his taunting."Kavita and Gowri, I really have to look up to pussy boy's allegiance. You know, most men would never stand for this."He was in full spirit, complimenting me on the one hand, but also calling me ‘ pussy boy'in front of the adult female, and making it gain that I was not like near ‘ literal 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 proper name, while tactfully not correcting his name-calling directly.

Even more surprisingly, Gowri took my incline by chiming in,"Yeah, Prem, maybe you should discover something from Manu about treating women 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 condition to describe me.

By this time, I had gotten up to take up washing the dishes. 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 stand for sometimes ! Why do have to phone him that ?"

Prem got defensive. I heard him say to Gowri,"You know I don't intend it as an abuse. The vagina is a sanctified and beautiful matter, nothing to be looked down on. It's a jubilation 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 person divinity ? Since when ?"she shot back.

"All I'm saying is that I respect women. His snatch boy figure is just a expression of his feminine side. That's all."He had diffused the stress 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 chance to humiliate me further. He brought Gowri by the paw over to where I was standing."puss 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 emir, don't—"I pleaded, using his formal name since I did not bear the privilege of using the moniker ‘ Prem'that his tight Quaker and lovers had.

"Shut up pussy boy. Drop your leg covering !"he commanded with a firm position 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 further actions to dissuade him from bullying me. She made no attempt to hide her grinning when he called me pussy boy. There was no reason for this provocation, but with no sign of the zodiac of Kavita around, I had no pick but to go along. I shut off the water and lowered my leggings until they fell around my ankles. Prem grabbed the bottom of my churidar top and lifted it up to display me in front of his fiancé. She saw me firsthand, wearing silky step-in. It was more than a glance. She stared for to a greater extent than a moment and even leaned forward slightly to take a penny-pinching look. Then Prem did the unthinkable. He reached over to my step-in, inserted a digit along the top border, and yanked them down to break my penis. I felt ashamed. My penis had been tightly trapped inside the panties, and remained diminished 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 side turning red, hoping that Gowri would stop staring. I took the opportunity to look down her blouse at the cleavage of her breasts, 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 step-in and leggings up. He snapped his finger and told me to get back to crop as they ambled away. I got back to washing lulu, but I could see Gowri whispering something to Prem while looking at me with a wicked smiling, as if she were suggesting something to him. He looked toward me and nodded, then grabbed two small-scale oranges from our fruit basket and walked over to me. He told me to deform toward him. He pulled the top of my churidar unfastened and inserted the Orange 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 natural shape that had been empty-bellied 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 instant 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 distinguish even from where I stood that she looked stunning as always, but particularly with her western garb and lipstick and eye shadow on. She had changed into a very revealing black attire, that hugged her figure tightly. It had a deep V-shaped possibility in the battlefront, an open back with criss-cross lace up detail. The dress ended way above her human knee. 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 tire something else."She looked over at me,"Manu, I'm sorry to add one more thing to your inclination of things to do, but I need you to ask my red in high spirits dog to get them fixed, okay ? They're in the closet."

"Yes, of course, my love,"I shouted back, trying to hold my back 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 cad that needed repairing. I heard her say it out garish 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 throw me a hint.

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

Gowri replied,"Thanks Manu."But she didn't offering to bring the shoes to me. Instead, she remarked flippantly"You'll find my shoes in Prem's press in a paper bag - mordant ones with lacy shoulder strap. Please get them shined too."It was somehow MY job to go and get her shoe ! And to be told to just get them shined on top of that ! Kavita acted oblivious to her step and input. 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 cesspool, hidden away from stack, waiting for them to leave.

But then Kavita called out to me,"Manu, can you just go get Gowri's place now, so we know it's the right pair ?"I grabbed the kitchen bridge player towel. I held it in social movement of my chest as if I was drying my hands as I passed them on the way to their bedroom. Kavita did not notice. 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 kiss 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 facing. I stepped out, locked optic with Kavita, ignoring the other two in the background. I walked toward my wife, leaned forward to kiss her. Her eyes scanned me up and down as she clearly noticed the curvature in my bosom country. 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 incertitude that she must deliver felt the orangeness 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 door. In the secretiveness 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 eager to open a new chapter soon in which he can repossess his humanity. In the solitude of that moment, I reflected on the forenoon's events, feeling a mixed bag of Leslie Townes Hope, anxiety, and ignominy as my cock stirred inside its panties .