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

mount : Urban Bangalore, Republic of India, modern times.

briny fictitious character :

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

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

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

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

Kavita has moved into Prem's room due to his involuntariness to suffice query about what she perceives as his lack of bond to her. She has been living with Prem and having sexual sexual congress with him for weeks, and months. But after a lot back and forth with her hubby, she has recently indicated to Manu that she will strike back in with him. She is set to move back on Dominicus, in just two Sir Thomas More day. Manu is thrilled. In the windup moments of chapter 26, Kavita comes home plate and shows Gowri something new and very interesting near her stomach. Manu is rummy to live 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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Synopsis of chapters 1-26 :

Manu Sharma is a ~30 year man married to the confident and very attractive Kavita. They are college-educated, modern professional working in Bangalore. Although they appear outwardly happy and successful in near material ways, their intimate lifetime suffers from Manu's gradual realization that he is a beta male who can not satisfy his wife's intimate needs.

The story begins when Kavita's acquaintanceship from college comes to stay on with the couple. His name is Amir Ali, or Prem to his friends. Over the next 7 months, Manu's worst veneration are realized as his wife's sexuality blossoms in the mien of Prem. He suspects that his wife was mention than just an friend. He discovers to his suffering that his wife had an initiate relationship with Prem in college. He suspects that she still has feelings for her ex. Manu's growing diffidence around his own maleness 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 confidence and take his wife away from him.

Various trials, mistake, abasement, and difficult experiences slowly edge Manu towards a"reluctant embracing"of his repressed desires to be a submissive sissy cuckold. With the steady wearing away of his masculinity, Manu descends deeper into psychological despair, torn apart by the simmering intragroup battle 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 for her husband. She desires only that he accept himself, that he record his attachment and heart for her, and that he answer her question about whether he is hiding something. Manu, being of a supremely optimistic inclination, finds just enough overconfident purpose in his wife's actions to keep on from completely losing hope of getting her backrest. At the like time, Manu remains hopelessly conflicted in his emotions. He loves Kavita so greatly that he is capable to forgive, bear, and commit to proving himself in her eyes and winning his married woman back, while also subconsciously desiring, in an act of ultimate devotion, to lose his married woman to a better man in rules of order to a better 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 brazen affair to get a piercing in her omphalus 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 repugnant upper-case letter missive pounded at me. She was rubbing my nose in the humiliation of belonging to another man, my nemesis, Amir Ali, a Muslim bully who had entered our lives and charmed my Hindu married woman away from me. My wretchedness was occasionally broken only by the grunting and moaning sounds of sexual pairing coming from the conterminous room, a room in which this insatiable man of men was outrageously enjoying himself with not one but two woman in the same bed. From the speech sound of their voices, the women were equally enjoying their carnal pleasures. After several hours of tossing and turning and pacing back and Forth, I finally shut my room access to avoid the humiliation, and tried my best to accrue asleep, knowing that if all went as planned, I would soon have my married woman back. Long after the other room fell subdued, my intellect calmed down and eternal rest 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 talk of the town, though I could not wreak myself to reciprocate as enthusiastically given the sobriety of what I knew my shameless married woman had done just time of day ago. Then I asked her casually in the break of the day 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 accept this very easily."I spoke softly under the sound of her boyfriend fan showering in the other room.

She replied,"Don't you worry, Manu. go forth it to me. Whether or not he understands is up to him. But one way or another, he's going to have to go for it. It's my decision."That made me experience relieved to see Kavita taking such a firm stance."Just give me some privacy to talk with him this good afternoon, okay ?"

"Yes, of course, I have some work to do at the office staff this good afternoon, so that will work out perfect,"I replied. She told me to waitress 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 asking to ‘ wait for instructions.'What did she intend by that ? My concern 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 ?"Doubts ran through my torso. She sensed it too. She stood by the bed and embraced me. My face was pressed against her cushy and luscious breasts. I felt at home. Yet as we embraced me, I felt the gruelling metal of her belly ring against my pectus, jolting me back to the sentience of her blatant infidelity, poking at my inwardness almost literally. Still I remained lost in the smasher of the here and now and did not want to argue with her. As usual, I said nothing.

Before she left the room, 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 colouring material and styles, I noted that it was one of the more feminine garments. She also whispered a cursory notice that I was starting to shew some unsightly stubble again. This comment made me marvel why it would matter. My face was shaven already, so she must have meant my body hairsbreadth. Did she await that I would continue to shave my eubstance hair today also ? Originally, it was Prem's theme to make me wear the feminine getup and shave my consistence hair, but now my own married woman 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 talk to Prem about her moving out of his room, and into mine. That very much was exculpated. She was testing me for cooperation. I needed to exit the test with flying colouration. I put a smile on my face, stopped speculating, accepted the bag from her, and went to the bathroom to get ready. In the rain shower, I lathered up my intact physical structure and began to shave carefully. Soon I was completely smooth from promontory to toe, including my penis and balls which now looked even more boylike than usual. I took the outfit out of the bag. A span of slick panties fell out also. The scanty were lavender with garden pink and purple heyday all over. They squeezed my crotch up close to my dead body. She also included a white camisole. Then I looked at the dreadfully feminine overclothes. It included a pink, semi-transparent churidar top with fully embroidered pep pill bodice and sleeves cuff. It came with a sinister pink stole with contrasting lacing and favorable border, and Magenta colored cotton tights that hugged my legs and felt tight around the genitals. The before outfits had at least some gender-neutral style elements, but this left no doubt as to being 100 % feminine. I shrugged my berm, 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 complaisance to me, had been polite enough not to reach or say anything to add to my embarrassment.

I exited from the bathroom to find the three of them were already eating breakfast. I joined them, pulling up a chair inverse to Prem. Both of the charwoman had noticed my churidar ( traditional Red Indian women's attire ) 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 moving picture called Padmavati. It was a film based on a historical account of a beautiful Queen who becomes the object of desire for a ruthless Moslem king, a fitting and ironical dramatization of our own sprightliness."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 duet. Prem and Gowri, followed by a intermission, and then her and me. I was pinning my amorous Bob Hope on the grammatical placement of her comma. This is how heroic I had become. Yet, I pushed away any electronegative thoughts because I was excited just to be included in her plans for once.

"That's amazing, thanks Kavita. It'll be serious for us to get out of this heat and humidity in a theatre 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 get sent it in a insidious way under the table to not draw off attention to his actions. The message 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 rachis of my judgment, but ‘ how variety of Prem to cue me'I muttered to myself.

Prem held back his grin, knowing that I would not be able to join them for the moving-picture show now. The swallow hole was broad of dishes from last night. And their room was for certain to be a pickle, 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 face had fallen as I looked at my sound, and Kavita detected it right away in my face."What's the thing, Manu ? You seem preoccupied. Is everything okey at employment ?"

I decided to use my office piece of work as an excuse. I did not desire to pass her boyfriend-turned-lover the satisfaction of thinking that he made me stick around home plate, nor to let my tagging along at the pic create any stress. No. Too much was at risk. I replied,"Kavi, yes, there's a little crisis at piece of work. I'm for certain it'll work out mulct. But it's probably secure that I just get things done today at menage with my job, 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 serve her make her motility tomorrow, I figured. I did not need the housework not being finished to be hanging over my head all weekend."No, Kavi, it's O.K.. I made a commitment to do the housekeeping, and I'd prefer to keep tomorrow relieve. Just let me get laid if there's anything specific you need me to do ?"

Kavita replied,"Sure Manu, thank you. You're so sweet-flavored to give me a gaolbreak every weekend !"She said it with a genuine signified of admiration."Maybe we can look out the movie again, just you and me, succeeding week."She was saying affair in a new and more be intimate tone. Then she continued in a more demanding but still polite smell."So Manu, you can clean the dishes and wash the washables. There's a basket of clothes in both suite. And also delight change the bedsheets and tidy up around there."She even used the word ‘ please ’. It wasn't the same tone of voice of giving parliamentary procedure to a servant. matter were looking brighter.

"I'll get right on it,"I replied finishing up my breakfast, proud of myself for not reacting to Prem's textbook message taunts.

But Prem was not done with his taunting."Kavita and Gowri, I really have to admire kitty boy's committal. You know, to the highest degree men would never stand for this."He was in replete spirit, complimenting me on the one hand, but also calling me ‘ pussy boy'in front of the adult female, and making it clear that I was not like virtually ‘ actual men'who would assert themselves.

Kavita objected,"standpoint for what, Prem ? Helping around the family ? Yes, my Manu is very dedicated to me. More men should cover 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 con something from Manu about treating woman with some more respect."

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

By this prison term, I had gotten up to start washing the knockout. Kavita had excused herself to do her physical composition before going out, without commenting on this taunting or defending me. In the backdrop I heard Gowri scold him gently,"Really, Prem. You're so mean sometimes ! Why do receive to call him that ?"

Prem got justificatory. I heard him say to Gowri,"You know I don't mean it as an vilification. The vagina is a hallowed and beautiful affair, 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 divinity ? Since when ?"she shooting back.

"All I'm locution is that I respect adult female. His cunt 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 name. He took the chance to humble me further. He brought Gowri by the hand over to where I was standing."cunt boy !"he said.

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

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

"Shut up pussy boy. flatten your legging !"he commanded with a firmly stance standing future to his fiancé. Gowri looked resigned to what he wanted to do, but she also seemed to be peculiar, and she made no further activeness to dissuade him from bullying me. She made no attempt to hide her smiling when he called me pussy boy. There was no reasonableness for this provocation, but with no sign of Kavita around, I had no choice but to go along. I shut off the water and lowered my leging until they fell around my ankles. Prem grabbed the bum of my churidar top and lifted it up to endanger 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 instant and even leaned forward slightly to subscribe to a closer feeling. Then Prem did the unthinkable. He reached over to my scanty, inserted a finger along the top sharpness, and yanked them down to unwrap my member. I felt ashamed. My penis had been tightly trapped inside the panties, and remained low and shriveled up in all the tension. 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 segmentation 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 panties and leggings up. He snapped his finger's breadth and told me to get back to work as they ambled away. I got back to washing dishful, but I could see Gowri whispering something to Prem while looking at me with a mischievous smile, as if she were suggesting something to him. He looked toward me and nodded, then grabbed two pocket-size Orange from our fruit basket and walked over to me. He told me to turn toward him. He pulled the top of my churidar spread and inserted the oranges into the chest domain. He adjusted the orange tree to position them exactly where a woman's breasts would normally be. They filled up the churidar's natural build that had been void 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 of arc later as they all prepared to give. I stayed in the kitchen. She was completely oblivious to my humiliation. It was as if nothing had happened. I could severalise even from where I stood that she looked stunning as always, but particularly with her western sandwich dress and lipstick and eye shadow on. She had changed into a very revealing black attire, that hugged her digit tightly. It had a trench V-shaped opening in the front, an open back with criss-cross lace up point. The wearing apparel ended way above her knees. Gowri asked her,"Didi, you changed ? That dress is to die for !"

"Yes, the heel on the shoes for the red attire broke, so I had to wear something else."She looked over at me,"Manu, I'm sorry to add one more thing to your leaning of things to do, but I need you to submit my red high cad to get them fixed, okay ? They're in the closet."

"Yes, of course of study, my love,"I shouted back, trying to observe my vertebral column to her."I'll fall 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 shoes with develop cad that needed repairing. I heard her say it out loud 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 founder me a hint.

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

Gowri replied,"Thanks Manu."But she didn't offer to make for the shoes to me. Instead, she remarked flippantly"You'll determine my shoes in Prem's cupboard in a paper bag - black ones with lacy straps. 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 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 peck, waiting for them to leave.

But then Kavita called out to me,"Manu, can you just go get Gowri's shoe now, so we know it's the right yoke ?"I grabbed the kitchen paw towel. I held it in front of my bureau 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, amount here, give me a kiss before I go."I sighed. There was no getting out of the plight. At least I would get to kiss my wife in strawman of Prem. There was some silver grey lining. I stepped out, lock away heart with Kavita, ignoring the other two in the background. I walked toward my married woman, leaned forward to snog her. Her centre scanned me up and down as she clearly noticed the curve ball in my tit domain. She embraced me and kissed my cheek instead of on the backtalk, and said to me,"Manu, you look adorable. Thank you for everything. You're so sweet."As she hugged me, there was no question that she must have felt the Orange River in my breast. She smiled as I turned red in the face.

Kavita grabbed her purse and keys, and the terzetto headed out to the movie theatre. She said they would be back by 2 o'clock, and that she would text me in the evening. Then she blew me another kiss as she left. The room access 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 piece of work while she cavorts with her buff, but also eager to open up a new chapter soon in which he can rectify his manhood. In the solitude of that moment, I reflected on the morning's effect, feeling a mixture of hope, anxiety, and shame as my turncock stirred inside its panties .