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setting : Urban Bangalore, India, modern font times.

main characters :

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

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

- ameer 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 job assigning. ( billet that Amir does not leave Manu to call him Prem, as this nickname is reserved only for his Quaker ).

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

Kavita has moved into Prem's room due to his unwillingness to respond doubt about what she perceives as his deficiency of attachment to her. She has been living with Prem and having sexual relations with him for week, and month. But after much back and Forth with her husband, she has recently indicated to Manu that she will locomote back in with him. She is set to move back on Sunday, in just two to a greater extent years. Manu is thrilled. In the closure instant of chapter 26, Kavita comes dwelling and shows Gowri something new and very interesting near her stomach. Manu is curious to bed what his wife is so glad 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 Federal Reserve note that this story had and will bear on to deliver themes of cuckolding, female dominance, forced sissification, BDSM, mind play, chastity, and pertain thought. Pleased be aware. I highly encourage anyone who finds this offensive to bar now and spare yourself and the rest of us your heartbreak. Thank you.

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abstract of chapters 1-26 :

Manu Sharma is a ~30 year man married to the sure-footed and very attractive Kavita. They are college-educated, modern professional person working in Bangalore. Although they appear outwardly glad and successful in most corporeal ways, their intimate life-time suffers from Manu's gradual realisation that he is a beta male who can not satisfy his married woman's sexual needs.

The story begins when Kavita's acquaintance from college comes to stay with the distich. His name is Amir Ali, or Prem to his friends. Over the next 7 months, Manu's worst fear are realized as his wife's sexuality blossoms in the comportment of Prem. He suspects that his wife was note than just an friend. He discovers to his distress that his married woman had an savant human 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 sink into an abyss of cheat on angst, effectively encouraging his married woman to accomplish her sexual desires with Prem. On the position, unbeknown to Kavita, Prem bullies Manu to countermine his authority and take his wife away from him.

Various tryout, misapprehension, humiliations, and difficult experiences slowly edge Manu towards a"reluctant embracing"of his keep down desires to be a submissive pantywaist 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 ogre 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 dwelling, she simultaneously reinforces her love for her hubby. She desires only that he accept himself, that he read his attachment and affection for her, and that he answer her doubt about whether he is hiding something. Manu, being of a supremely optimistic inclination, finds just enough positive purpose in his wife's action at law to keep back 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 eyes and winning his wife back, while also subconsciously desiring, in an act of ultimate idolatry, to fall back his wife to a wagerer man in edict to a in effect man.

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The Unwanted house guest Chapter 27 - Looking Forward

Fri nighttime, once again, I slept in my bed alone fitfully, thinking about the belly ring attached to Kavita's belly. How could my own married woman have done such a brazen matter to get a piercing in her umbilicus without telling me or consulting me ? Furthermore, to experience her boyfriend's initials so boldly displayed put me over the top. The badgering 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 Nemesis, emeer Ali, a Moslem 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 insatiate man of men was outrageously enjoying himself with not one but two cleaning woman in the Sami bed. From the sounds of their part, the fair sex were equally enjoying their carnal pleasures. After several hr of tossing and turning and pacing back and forth, I finally shut my door to avoid the humiliation, and tried my C. H. Best to fall asleep, knowing that if all went as planned, I would soon have my wife back. Long after the former room fell tranquillity, my nous calmed down and rest overcame me.

On Sat first light, Kavi came to my room all showered and dressed to go out somewhere. I sat up groggily. She hugged me playfully and made minor talk, though I could not work myself to reciprocate as enthusiastically given the solemnity 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 talk 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 sound of her boyfriend buff showering in the other room.

She replied,"Don't you worry, Manu. pass on 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 move over me some privacy to talk with him this afternoon, okay ?"

"Yes, of course, I have some oeuvre to do at the role this good afternoon, so that will work out perfect,"I replied. She told me to look for her textual matter after 6 o'clock to get teaching on what to do next. She didn't say anything about returning habitation, but rather the less obvious postulation to ‘ wait for instructions.'What did she mean by that ? My fearfulness popped up immediately. What if I found them in bed again when I returned ? What if she found some self-justification again to not come 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 face was pressed against her soft and yummy knocker. I felt at home. Yet as we embraced me, I felt the hard metallic element of her belly ring against my chest, jolting me back to the awareness of her blatant infidelity, poking at my ticker almost literally. Still I remained lost in the beauty of the moment and did not need to argue with her. As usual, I said nothing.

Before she left the room, she walked up to my wardrobe to regain a bag presumably containing the clothes she expected me to wear thin. She handed it to me. I looked inside. Judging from the color and styles, I noted that it was one of the more feminine garments. She also whispered a casual watching that I was starting to show some unsightly straw again. This comment made me wonder why it would matter. My face was shaven already, so she must take meant my body haircloth. Did she have a bun in the oven that I would continue to shave my body hair today also ? Originally, it was Prem's idea to take me wear the feminine outfit and shave my consistence hairsbreadth, but now my own wife 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 lots was discharge. She was testing me for cooperation. I needed to pop off the trial with flying colors. I put a smile on my grimace, stopped speculating, accepted the bag from her, and went to the lav to get prepare. In the shower, I lathered up my intact organic structure and began to shave carefully. Soon I was completely smooth from headland to toe, including my penis and balls which now looked even more boyish than usual. I took the outfit out of the bag. A twosome of silken panties fell out also. The panty were lavender with pink and imperial flowers all over. They squeezed my genital organ up close to my trunk. She also included a white camisole. Then I looked at the dreadfully womanly outerwear. It included a pink, semi-transparent churidar top with fully embroidered upper bodice and sleeves handlock. It came with a dark pink stole with contrasting lace and halcyon border, and magenta colored cotton fiber tights that hugged my leg and felt tight around the genitals. The earlier outfits had at to the lowest degree some gender-neutral style elements, but this left no doubt as to being 100 % feminine. I shrugged my articulatio humeri, 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 wearing apparel before, but perhaps out of respect to me, had been polite enough not to get hold of or say anything to add to my embarrassment.

I exited from the lav to line up the three of them were already eating breakfast. I joined them, pulling up a hot seat opposite to Prem. Both of the women had noticed my churidar ( traditional Amerindian language charwoman'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 passing of a high-budget and much acclaimed movie called Padmavati. It was a film based on a diachronic account of a beautiful faggot who becomes the objective of desire for a ruthless Muslim king, a fitting and ironical dramatisation of our own living."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 pause, and then her and me. I was pinning my amatory promise on the grammatical placement of her comma. This is how heroic I had become. Yet, I pushed away any negative thoughts because I was excited just to be included in her plans for once.

"That's awesome, thanks Kavita. It'll be good for us to get out of this heating system 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 schoolbook message from Prem. He must have sent it in a elusive way under the table to not draw attention to his actions. The message read,"P.B. Don't forgot your Saturday chores !"I had promised Kavita that I would assist her out by doing the housework every Saturday. It was in the back of my mind, but ‘ how kind of Prem to remind me'I muttered to myself.

Prem held back his grin, knowing that I would not be able to conjoin them for the picture show now. The sinkhole was full of dish aerial from conclusion night. And their way was sure to be a mess, with dress strewn about all over. And the wash ! There's no way I could get all this done and go to the picture show. My boldness had fallen as I looked at my phone, and Kavita detected it right away in my face."What's the subject, Manu ? You seem preoccupied. Is everything O.K. at work ?"

I decided to use my position body of work as an excuse. I did not want to generate her boyfriend-turned-lover the atonement of thinking that he made me stay home, nor to let my tagging along at the movies create any tension. No. Too much was at risk. I replied,"Kavi, yes, there's a short crisis at work. I'm sure it'll work out fine. But it's probably right that I just get things done today at home plate with my chores, and then at the position. 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 disappoint that I wouldn't be coming today.

That guilt would aid her make her relocation tomorrow, I figured. I did not need the housework not being finished to be hanging over my head all weekend."No, Kavi, it's okay. I made a loyalty to do the housework, and I'd prefer to keep tomorrow destitute. Just let me sleep together if there's anything specific you need me to do ?"

Kavita replied,"Sure Manu, thank you. You're so sweet to afford me a break every weekend !"She said it with a genuine sense of discernment."Maybe we can find out the movie again, just you and me, next week."She was saying things in a new and more enjoy tone. Then she continued in a more demanding but still civilized tone."So Manu, you can clean the dishes and wash the laundry. There's a basket of clothes in both rooms. And also please change the bedsheets and straighten up around there."She even used the Word ‘ please ’. It wasn't the Same tone of giving 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 text substance taunts.

But Prem was not done with his taunting."Kavita and Gowri, I really have to admire twat boy's loyalty. You know, most men would never stand for this."He was in wide spirit, complimenting me on the one mitt, but also calling me ‘ purulent boy'in front of the women, and making it clear that I was not like about ‘ literal men'who would assert themselves.

Kavita objected,"rack for what, Prem ? Helping around the house ? Yes, my Manu is very dedicated to me. More men should deal their wives with such equality."She called me by my proper epithet, while tactfully not correcting his name-calling directly.

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

Prem objected,"Be more like Manu ? Like cunt boy ?"He laughed hard,"No thanks. I show my admiration for woman differently."He said it again, openly using a derogatory condition to delineate me.

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

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

"Oh, yeah, occur 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 take back.

"All I'm locution is that I respect women. His pussy boy name is just a mirror image of his feminine side. That's all."He had diffused the tenseness with Gowri using an implausibly square 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."snatch boy !"he said.

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

"Please ameer, don't—"I pleaded, using his evening gown name since I did not have the privilege of using the soubriquet ‘ Prem'that his shut down friends and buff had.

"Shut up pussy boy. Drop your leging !"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 queer, and she made no further action at law to dissuade him from bullying me. She made no endeavour to hide her grin when he called me twat boy. There was no ground for this provocation, but with no sign of Kavita around, I had no selection but to go along. I shut off the water and lowered my leggings until they fell around my ankles. Prem grabbed the bottomland of my churidar top and lifted it up to expose me in front of his fiancé. She saw me firsthand, wearing silken scanty. It was more than a glance. She stared for more than a moment and even leaned forward slightly to hold a closer flavour. Then Prem did the unthinkable. He reached over to my step-in, inserted a fingerbreadth along the top edge, and yanked them down to expose my penis. I felt ashamed. My penis had been tightly trapped inside the panties, and remained small-scale and shriveled up in all the tautness. Prem noted to her,"See Gowri, he's like a niggling 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 bosom, hoping to get a glimpse 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 and told me to get back to work as they ambled away. I got back to washing cup of tea, but I could see Gowri whispering something to Prem while looking at me with a wicked smile, as if she were suggesting something to him. He looked toward me and nodded, then grabbed two diminished oranges from our yield basket and walked over to me. He told me to wrench toward him. He pulled the top of my churidar open and inserted the orange tree into the boob domain. He adjusted the oranges to side them exactly where a charwoman's white meat would normally be. They filled up the churidar's raw shape that had been hollow and sagging until now. Gowri stood away, snickering. This must cause been her idea. ‘ What a kick she was,'I thought to myself.

Kavita came back a bit later as they all prepared to allow. I stayed in the kitchen. She was completely unmindful to my mortification. It was as if nothing had happened. I could secernate 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 revealing black attire, that hugged her figure tightly. It had a cryptical V-shaped opening in the front, an open back with criss-cross lace up detail. The dress ended way above her stifle. Gowri asked her,"Didi, you changed ? That dress is to die for !"

"Yes, the bounder on the shoe for the red frock broke, so I had to bear something else."She looked over at me,"Manu, I'm sorry to add one more thing to your tilt of thing to do, but I need you to choose my red high bounder to get them fixed, okay ? They're in the closet."

"Yes, of course, my dear,"I shouted back, trying to restrain my back to her."I'll driblet it off on the way to work, and plunk up on the way back tonight."

Then Gowri remembered that she also had a pair of shoes with broken heels that needed repairing. I heard her say it out gimcrack to Kavita. My wife looked at me, silently gesturing for me to say something. I felt a piffling annoyed that she thought she had to give 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 woman and her sexy curve ball. Again, she caught me checking her out just as I averted my glance.

Gowri replied,"Thanks Manu."But she didn't fling to bring the shoes to me. Instead, she remarked flippantly"You'll come up my shoes 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 horseshoe ! And to be told to just get them shined on top of that ! Kavita acted unmindful to her tone 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 sink, hidden away from plenty, waiting for them to leave.

But then Kavita called out to me,"Manu, can you just go get Gowri's skid now, so we know it's the correct brace ?"I grabbed the kitchen hand towel. I held it in front of my chest as if I was drying my helping hand as I passed them on the way to their sleeping room. Kavita did not observance. I found the shoe in Prem's closet.

"Is this the twain, 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, descend here, give me a osculation before I go."I sighed. There was no getting out of the predicament. At least I would get to buss my wife in front of Prem. There was some silver facing. I stepped out, locked center 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 bend in my breast area. She embraced me and kissed my cheek instead of on the brim, and said to me,"Manu, you look adorable. Thank you for everything. You're so sweet."As she hugged me, there was no dubiety that she must have felt the oranges in my breast. She smiled as I turned red in the face.

Kavita grabbed her pocketbook and key, and the ternion headed out to the celluloid. She said they would be back by 2 o'clock, and that she would text me in the even. 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 garb, left to do his wife's work while she cavorts with her buff, but also eagre to spread out a new chapter soon in which he can reclaim his humanity. In the solitude of that moment, I reflected on the morning's issue, feeling a mixture of hope, anxiousness, and disgrace as my cock stirred inside its scanty .