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

Setting : Urban Bangalore, India, New times.

briny characters :

- Manu - the briny character, a ~30 year 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.

- emir Ali, known to his friends as Prem, the masculine manly man who has moved in with Manu and Kavita for the past 7 months due to a temporary job assignment. ( Note that ameer does not allow for Manu to hollo him Prem, as this nickname is reserved only for his friends ).

- Gowri, amir'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 way due to his unwillingness to resolve motion about what she perceives as his deficiency of attachment to her. She has been living with Prem and having sexual relations with him for weeks, and months. But after much back and Forth River with her husband, she has recently indicated to Manu that she will strike back in with him. She is set to locomote back on Sunday, in just two more Clarence Shepard Day Jr.. Manu is thrilled. In the closing import of chapter 26, Kavita comes place and shows Gowri something new and very interesting near her stomach. Manu is singular to recognise what his wife is so happy about. He catches a glance and sees what appears to be a belly ring with the initials A.A., the initials of her lover.

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abstract of chapters 1-26 :

Manu Sharma is a ~30 class 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 most textile room, their familiar life suffers from Manu's gradual realization that he is a Beta male who can not fill his wife's sexual needs.

The news report begins when Kavita's acquaintance from college comes to stay with the couple. His epithet is Amir Ali, or Prem to his friends. Over the next 7 months, Manu's sorry concern are realized as his wife's sexuality blossoms in the presence of Prem. He suspects that his wife was note than just an acquaintance. He discovers to his distress that his wife had an beginner kinship with Prem in college. He suspects that she still has tone for her ex. Manu's growing diffidence around his own masculinity causes him to sink into an abyss of cheat angst, effectively encouraging his wife to fulfill her sexual desires with Prem. On the incline, unbeknownst to Kavita, Prem bullies Manu to cave his confidence and fill his married woman away from him.

Various trial, misunderstandings, mortification, and difficult experiences slowly edge Manu towards a"loath embracing"of his repressed desires to be a subservient sissy cuckold. With the unshakable erosion of his maleness, Manu descends deeper into psychological despair, torn apart by the simmering intimate struggle 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 manful man that she has embraced.

Throughout the trial by ordeal, despite Kavita's blatant infidelity in their own home, she simultaneously reinforces her love for her married man. She desires only that he accept himself, that he express his bond 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 intent in his wife's activeness to keep from completely losing hope of getting her back. At the same sentence, Manu remains hopelessly conflicted in his emotions. He loves Kavita so greatly that he is able-bodied to forgive, consent, and commit to proving himself in her heart and winning his married woman back, while also subconsciously desiring, in an act of ultimate devotion, to recede his wife to a secure man in order to a better 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 audacious thing to get a piercing in her omphalos without telling me or consulting me ? Furthermore, to feature her boyfriend's initials so boldly displayed put me over the top. The torment of the initials A.A. in obscene capital alphabetic character pounded at me. She was rubbing my olfactory organ in the humiliation of belonging to another man, my bane, Amir Ali, a Muslim hooligan who had entered our animation and charmed my Hindustani wife away from me. My wretchedness was occasionally broken only by the grunting and moaning auditory sensation of sexual union coming from the neighboring room, a elbow 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 voices, the women were equally enjoying their carnal pleasance. After several hour of tossing and turning and pacing back and forth, I finally shut my door to head off the humiliation, and tried my salutary to fall asleep, knowing that if all went as planned, I would soon have my wife back. Long after the other room fell smooth, my mind calmed down and sleep overcame me.

On Saturday dawn, 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 of the town, though I could not institute myself to reciprocate as enthusiastically given the gravity of what I knew my unblushing wife had done just hours ago. Then I asked her casually in the good morning 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 lecture 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 auditory sensation of her boyfriend devotee showering in the early 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 accept it. It's my decision."That made me finger relieved to see Kavita taking such a unbendable stance."Just give me some privateness to talk with him this afternoon, okay ?"

"Yes, of course, I have some work to do at the office this afternoon, so that will work out perfect,"I replied. She told me to expect for her text after 6 o'clock to get instruction manual on what to do next. She didn't say anything about returning base, but rather the less obvious request to ‘ wait for instructions.'What did she mean by that ? My concern 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 ?"dubiety ran through my trunk. She sensed it too. She stood by the bed and embraced me. My face was pressed against her gentle and luscious breasts. 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 heart almost literally. Still I remained lost in the beauty of the moment and did not desire 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 people of color and elan, I noted that it was one of the more feminine garments. She also whispered a cursory reflexion that I was starting to point some unsightly stubble again. This comment made me marvel why it would matter. My brass was shaven already, so she must have meant my body hair. Did she look that I would continue to shave my body hair today also ? Originally, it was Prem's thought to seduce me wear the feminine kit and shave my body hair, but now my own wife was actively participating in feminizing me. She said it helped me stay on centered, calmness, 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 practically was clear. She was testing me for cooperation. I needed to put across the test with flying colors. I put a smile on my case, stopped speculating, accepted the bag from her, and went to the bath to get gear up. In the exhibitor, I lathered up my entire body and began to shave carefully. Soon I was completely smoothen from head to toe, including my phallus and ball which now looked even more boyish than usual. I took the kit out of the bag. A yoke of silky panties fell out also. The step-in were lavender with pink and purplish flush all over. They squeezed my genitals up close to my body. She also included a albumen camisole. Then I looked at the dreadfully feminine outerwear. It included a pink, semi-transparent churidar top with fully embroidered upper bodice and sleeves cuff. It came with a saturnine pink stole with contrasting lace and golden edge, and Battle of Magenta colored cotton tights that hugged my leg and felt tight around the genitals. The earlier getup had at to the lowest degree some gender-neutral style elements, 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 zilch that Prem and Kavita had not seen before. Even Gowri had seen me in such clothes before, but perhaps out of deference to me, had been polite enough not to turn over 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 chairman opposite to Prem. Both of the women had noticed my churidar ( traditional 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 sacking of a high-budget and much acclaimed film called Padmavati. It was a picture based on a diachronic account statement of a beautiful pansy who becomes the physical object of desire for a ruthless Muslim Martin Luther King, a fitting and ironical dramatization of our own lives."Manu, I'm hoping you can join us too. Prem and Gowri, and you and me. We can grab the matinee show."The way she said it sound like a span of span. Prem and Gowri, followed by a pause, and then her and me. I was pinning my amorous Leslie Townes Hope on the grammatic placement of her comma butterfly. This is how desperate I had become. Yet, I pushed away any negative thought 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 and humidity in a field for a change."She seemed to be coming around to having me in her life in a meaningful way !

Just then I received a school text message from Prem. He must have sent it in a elusive way under the table to not draw attending to his activity. The message read,"P.B. Don't forgot your Sat chores !"I had promised Kavita that I would help 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 smile, knowing that I would not be able to join them for the picture show now. The sink was full of dishes from last night. And their way was sure to be a mess, 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 nerve."What's the matter, Manu ? You seem preoccupied. Is everything okay at work ?"

I decided to use my office work as an excuse. I did not desire to throw her boyfriend-turned-lover the satisfaction of thinking that he made me stay on dwelling house, nor to let my tagging along at the flick create any tension. No. Too much was at danger. I replied,"Kavi, yes, there's a little crisis at work. I'm sure it'll study out fine. But it's probably best that I just get affair done today at home with my job, and then at the bureau. You three go ahead."

"Manu, why don't you just do some of the housekeeping today, and leave some for tomorrow ?"Kavita suggested. She looked disappointed that I wouldn't be coming today.

That guilt would help her micturate her move tomorrow, I figured. I did not want the housework not being finished to be hanging over my promontory all weekend."No, Kavi, it's okay. I made a consignment to do the housework, and I'd prefer to stay fresh tomorrow free. Just let me roll in the hay if there's anything specific you need me to do ?"

Kavita replied,"Sure Manu, thank you. You're so angelic to founder me a break every weekend !"She said it with a actual sense of appreciation."Maybe we can watch the movie again, just you and me, succeeding week."She was saying things in a new and more have sex flavour. Then she continued in a more demanding but still cultured timbre."So Manu, you can clean the dishes and wash the laundry. There's a basket of apparel in both rooms. And also please vary the bedsheets and tidy up around there."She even used the word ‘ please ’. It wasn't the like tone of giving orders 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 taunt."Kavita and Gowri, I really have to admire pussycat boy's commitment. You know, nearly men would never put up for this."He was in full heart, complimenting me on the one hand, but also calling me ‘ pussy boy'in presence of the women, and making it sort out that I was not like virtually ‘ real number men'who would aver themselves.

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

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

Prem objected,"Be more like Manu ? Like slit boy ?"He laughed hard,"No thanks. I show my appreciation for women differently."He said it again, openly using a disparaging term to describe 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 taunting or defending me. In the background I heard Gowri scold him gently,"Really, Prem. You're so tight sometimes ! Why do have to call him that ?"

Prem got defensive. I heard him say to Gowri,"You know I don't mean it as an revilement. The vagina is a consecrated and beautiful matter, aught 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 gibe back.

"All I'm saying is that I respect cleaning lady. His cunt boy gens is just a expression of his feminine face. That's all."He had diffused the stress with Gowri using an unbelievably lame self-justification, 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 mortify me further. He brought Gowri by the hand over to where I was standing."pussy 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 amir, don't—"I pleaded, using his formal epithet since I did not have the privilege of using the byname ‘ Prem'that his tight friend and lovers had.

"Shut up slit boy. Drop your legging !"he commanded with a firm 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 further military action to dissuade him from bullying me. She made no attempt to obliterate her smile when he called me pussy boy. There was no reason for this provocation, but with no sign of Kavita around, I had no pick but to go along. I shut off the water and lowered my legging until they fell around my ankles. Prem grabbed the bottom of my churidar top and lifted it up to divulge me in front of his fiancé. She saw me firsthand, wearing silky panty. It was more than a glance. She stared for More than a moment and even leaned forward slightly to take a unaired feel. Then Prem did the unthinkable. He reached over to my panties, inserted a finger's breadth along the top bound, and yanked them down to let out my penis. I felt ashamed. My penis had been tightly trapped inside the panties, and remained small and shriveled up in all the tenseness. Prem noted to her,"See Gowri, he's like a little boy down there !"Exasperated, I sighed deeply, my boldness 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 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 do work as they ambled away. I got back to washing dish, but I could see Gowri whispering something to Prem while looking at me with a puckish smile, as if she were suggesting something to him. He looked toward me and nodded, then grabbed two minuscule Orange River from our yield basketful and walked over to me. He told me to turn toward him. He pulled the top of my churidar open and inserted the oranges into the breast country. He adjusted the orange to spot them exactly where a woman's tit would normally be. They filled up the churidar's natural frame that had been void and sagging until now. Gowri stood away, snickering. This must have been her estimate. ‘ What a cunt she was,'I thought to myself.

Kavita came back a minute of arc later as they all prepared to impart. I stayed in the kitchen. She was completely oblivious to my abasement. It was as if zilch had happened. I could differentiate even from where I stood that she looked stunning as always, but particularly with her horse opera dress and lip rouge and eye shadower on. She had changed into a very revealing black clothes, that hugged her figure tightly. It had a deep V-shaped curtain raising in the front, an open back with criss-cross lacing up particular. The dress ended way above her articulatio genus. Gowri asked her,"Didi, you changed ? That frock is to die for !"

"Yes, the heel on the shoes for the red apparel broke, so I had to don something else."She looked over at me,"Manu, I'm sorry to add one to a greater extent thing to your listing of matter to do, but I need you to take my red senior high school dog to get them fixed, okay ? They're in the closet."

"Yes, of course, my beloved,"I shouted back, trying to keep my back to her."I'll drop it off on the way to mold, and nibble up on the way back tonight."

Then Gowri remembered that she also had a twosome of shoes with confused heels that needed repairing. I heard her say it out loud to Kavita. My married woman looked at me, silently gesturing for me to say something. I felt a fiddling 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 lead them here,"I replied, looking at her, admiring the lustful young woman and her sexy curves. Again, she caught me checking her out just as I averted my glance.

Gowri replied,"Thanks Manu."But she didn't offer to bring the shoes to me. Instead, she remarked flippantly"You'll find my skid in Prem's closet in a newspaper publisher bag - smuggled ones with lacy straps. 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 tone and comments. Prem stood there smirking. I wondered if her seeing me in panty had emboldened her to act more disrespectfully with me. I was still standing at the sink, 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 right distich ?"I grabbed the kitchen paw towel. I held it in front line 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 brake shoe 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 buss before I go."I sighed. There was no getting out of the predicament. At least I would get to kiss my married woman in straw man of Prem. There was some facile lining. I stepped out, locked eye with Kavita, ignoring the other two in the setting. I walked toward my wife, leaned forward to kiss her. Her eye scanned me up and down as she clearly noticed the curves in my titty 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 doubt that she must have felt the orange in my breast. She smiled as I turned red in the face.

Kavita grabbed her purse and cay, and the threesome 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 osculation as she left. The threshold 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 attire, left to do his wife's work while she cavorts with her lover, but also eagre to open a new chapter soon in which he can reclaim his humanity. In the solitude of that moment, I reflected on the morning's event, feeling a mixture of promise, anxiousness, and shame as my putz stirred inside its panties .