You may message me to get the firstly 26 chapters. However, let me at least explicate the circumstance and persona :

mise en scene : Urban Bangalore, Republic of India, modern times.

Main quality :

- Manu - the main 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.

- emeer Ali, known to his protagonist as Prem, the masculine manly man who has moved in with Manu and Kavita for the past 7 month due to a impermanent job assignment. ( Note that emeer does not give up Manu to scream him Prem, as this byname 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 room due to his unwillingness to answer inquiry about what she perceives as his lack of attachment to her. She has been living with Prem and having sexual coitus with him for week, and months. But after a good deal back and Forth with her husband, she has recently indicated to Manu that she will move back in with him. She is set to locomote back on Sunday, in just two to a greater extent days. Manu is thrilled. In the ending bit of chapter 26, Kavita comes menage and shows Gowri something new and very concern near her stomach. Manu is peculiar to eff 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 bank bill that this chronicle had and will continue to let themes of cuckolding, distaff authority, forced sissification, BDSM, brain turn, chastity, and related estimate. Pleased be aware. I highly encourage anyone who finds this queasy to stop over now and spare yourself and the rest of us your grief. Thank you.

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outline of chapters 1-26 :

Manu Sharma is a ~30 twelvemonth man married to the positive and very attractive Kavita. They are college-educated, innovative professionals working in Bangalore. Although they appear outwardly well-chosen and successful in most cloth ways, their intimate sprightliness suffers from Manu's gradual realization that he is a beta male who can not satisfy his married woman's sexual needs.

The fib begins when Kavita's conversance from college comes to remain with the match. His epithet is Amir Ali, or Prem to his protagonist. Over the next 7 month, Manu's worst awe are realized as his wife's sexuality flower in the mien of Prem. He suspects that his married woman was annotation than just an acquaintance. He discovers to his distress that his wife had an initiate relationship with Prem in college. He suspects that she still has notion for her ex. Manu's growing self-doubt around his own masculinity causes him to subside into an abyss of cuckold angst, effectively encouraging his wife to fulfill her sexual desires with Prem. On the side, unbeknown to Kavita, Prem bullies Manu to weaken his confidence and carry his wife away from him.

Various trials, misunderstandings, abasement, and unmanageable experiences slowly edge Manu towards a"reluctant embracing"of his pent-up desires to be a submissive sissy cuckold. With the stiff 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 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 rest home, she simultaneously reinforces her love for her husband. She desires only that he accept himself, that he show 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 wife's action to continue from completely losing 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 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 fall behind his wife to a better man in order to a near 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 bald-faced matter to get a piercing in her belly button without telling me or consulting me ? Furthermore, to have her boyfriend's initials so boldly displayed put me over the top. The torment of the initials A.A. in obscene upper-case letter letters pounded at me. She was rubbing my nozzle in the humiliation of belonging to another man, my Nemesis, Amir Ali, a Muslim ruffian who had entered our lives and charmed my Hindu wife away from me. My misery was occasionally broken only by the grunting and moaning sound 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 like bed. From the sounds of their voice, the women were equally enjoying their fleshly pleasance. After several hours of tossing and turning and pacing back and Forth, I finally shut my doorway to avoid the humiliation, and tried my substantially to strike asleep, knowing that if all went as planned, I would soon give birth my wife back. Long after the other elbow room fell quiet, my brain calmed down and sleep 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 pocket-sized talk, though I could not bring in myself to reciprocate as enthusiastically given the gravity of what I knew my shameless wife had done just hour ago. Then I asked her casually in the morn seclusion 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 blab out 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 devotee 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 have to take over it. It's my decision."That made me feel relieved to see Kavita taking such a firm position."Just give me some privacy to talk with him this afternoon, okay ?"

"Yes, of trend, I have some work to do at the office this good afternoon, so that will work out perfect,"I replied. She told me to await for her text after 6 o'clock to get instructions on what to do next. She didn't say anything about returning plate, but rather the less obvious request to ‘ wait for instructions.'What did she imply by that ? My care popped up immediately. What if I found them in bed again when I returned ? What if she found some alibi again to not make out back to me or what if she changed her judgment ?"Doubts ran through my soundbox. She sensed it too. She stood by the bed and embraced me. My nerve was pressed against her soft and delectable breasts. I felt at home. Yet as we embraced me, I felt the hard metal of her belly ring against my pectus, jolting me back to the knowingness of her blatant unfaithfulness, poking at my heart almost literally. Still I remained lost in the sweetheart of the here and now and did not want to argue 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 apparel she expected me to bust. She handed it to me. I looked inside. Judging from the coloring material and style, I noted that it was one of the Sir Thomas More womanly garments. She also whispered a casual observation that I was starting to render some unsightly stubble again. This comment made me wonder why it would matter. My face was shaven already, so she must accept meant my trunk hair. Did she require that I would bear on to shave my body hair today also ? Originally, it was Prem's musical theme to prepare me wear the feminine outfit and trim my organic structure hair, but now my own wife was actively participating in feminizing me. She said it helped me abide 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 way, and into mine. That much was sort out. She was testing me for cooperation. I needed to pass the run with flying colors. I put a grin on my face, stopped speculating, accepted the bag from her, and went to the toilet to get ready. In the shower, I lathered up my entire consistency and began to knock off carefully. Soon I was completely quiet from nous to toe, including my penis and orchis which now looked even more boyish than usual. I took the rig out of the bag. A pair of silky panty fell out also. The scanty were lavender with pink and purple flowers all over. They squeezed my genitals up close to my 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 cuff. It came with a dark pinko stole with contrasting lacing and golden border, and magenta colored cotton fiber tights that hugged my legs and felt tight around the genitals. The to begin with outfits had at least some gender-neutral elan chemical element, 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 zippo that Prem and Kavita had not seen before. Even Gowri had seen me in such dress before, but perhaps out of respect to me, had been polite enough not to reach out 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 antonym to Prem. Both of the fair sex had noticed my churidar ( traditional Indian woman's garb ) 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 movie called Padmavati. It was a film based on a historic account of a beautiful pansy who becomes the object of desire for a ruthless Muslim Martin Luther King Jr., a adjustment and ironic dramatization of our own lives."Manu, I'm hoping you can get together us too. Prem and Gowri, and you and me. We can charm the matinee show."The way she said it sound like a duet of duo. Prem and Gowri, followed by a interruption, and then her and me. I was pinning my amorous hopes on the grammatical positioning of her comma. This is how dire I had become. Yet, I pushed away any blackball thoughts because I was excited just to be included in her plans for once.

"That's awesome, thanks Kavita. It'll be in force for us to get out of this estrus 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 content from Prem. He must have sent it in a subtle way under the board 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 serve her out by doing the housekeeping every Sat. It was in the vertebral column of my nous, but ‘ how kind of Prem to prompt me'I muttered to myself.

Prem held back his smiling, knowing that I would not be able to link them for the film now. The sink was full-of-the-moon of dishes from shoemaker's last nighttime. And their room was certain to be a plenty, 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 look had fallen as I looked at my headphone, and Kavita detected it right away in my face."What's the matter, Manu ? You seem preoccupied. Is everything okay at workplace ?"

I decided to use my office work as an excuse. I did not need to give her boyfriend-turned-lover the satisfaction of thought that he made me detain domicile, nor to let my tagging along at the flick create any latent hostility. No. Too much was at risk. I replied,"Kavi, yes, there's a little crisis at work. I'm sure it'll oeuvre out fine. But it's probably best that I just get things done today at base with my chore, 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 feelings would serve her make her move tomorrow, I figured. I did not want 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 keep tomorrow disembarrass. Just let me make love if there's anything particular you need me to do ?"

Kavita replied,"Sure Manu, thank you. You're so afters to give me a intermission every weekend !"She said it with a genuine gumption of appreciation."Maybe we can watch the movie again, just you and me, next week."She was saying things in a new and more have a go at it tone. Then she continued in a more demanding but still civil tone."So Manu, you can scavenge the dishes and wash off the laundry. There's a field goal of apparel in both rooms. And also please change the bedsheets and tidy up around there."She even used the word ‘ please ’. It wasn't the Saami tonus of giving rules of order to a handmaid. 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 subject matter taunts.

But Prem was not done with his taunt."Kavita and Gowri, I really have to admire kitty-cat boy's commitment. You know, almost men would never stand up for this."He was in broad sprightliness, complimenting me on the one hand, but also calling me ‘ pussy boy'in front of the cleaning lady, and making it clear that I was not like well-nigh ‘ really men'who would affirm themselves.

Kavita objected,"Stand for what, Prem ? Helping around the sign ? Yes, my Manu is very dedicated to me. More men should treat their wife 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 check something from Manu about treating women with some more respect."

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

By this time, I had gotten up to take off 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 base sometimes ! Why do give birth to call him that ?"

Prem got justificative. I heard him say to Gowri,"You know I don't imply it as an insult. The vagina is a sacred and beautiful affair, nothing to be looked down on. It's a celebration of muliebrity !"

"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 god ? Since when ?"she shooter back.

"All I'm expression is that I respect cleaning woman. His pussy boy name is just a reflection of his feminine position. That's all."He had diffused the tension with Gowri using an incredibly lame apology, 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 mitt over to where I was standing."slit boy !"he said.

I turned to look at him. Kavita was in the other elbow room, out of hearing."Gowri doesn't understand why you're a pussy boy."

"Please Amir, don't—"I pleaded, using his ball gens since I did not cause the exclusive right of using the nickname ‘ Prem'that his close supporter and buff had.

"Shut up pussy boy. Drop your leggings !"he commanded with a steadfastly 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 actions to dissuade him from bullying me. She made no effort to hide her smiling when he called me purulent boy. There was no reason for this provocation, but with no star sign of Kavita around, I had no selection but to go along. I shut off the body of water and lowered my leg covering until they fell around my articulatio talocruralis. Prem grabbed the bottom of my churidar top and lifted it up to expose me in front of his fiancé. She saw me firsthand, wearing silky panty. It was more than a glance. She stared for to a greater extent than a moment and even leaned forward slightly to need a closer look. Then Prem did the unthinkable. He reached over to my panties, inserted a finger along the top edge, and yanked them down to let on my penis. I felt ashamed. My penis had been tightly trapped inside the panties, and remained minuscule 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 break off staring. I took the chance to look down her blouse at the cleavage of her titty, 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 panty and leggings up. He snapped his fingers and told me to get back to make 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 mischievous smile, as if she were suggesting something to him. He looked toward me and nodded, then grabbed two diminished orange tree from our fruit 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 area. He adjusted the oranges to post them exactly where a woman's breasts would normally be. They filled up the churidar's innate shape that had been empty and sagging until now. Gowri stood away, snickering. This must throw been her approximation. ‘ What a bitch she was,'I thought to myself.

Kavita came back a hour later as they all prepared to leave. I stayed in the kitchen. She was completely oblivious to my humiliation. It was as if goose egg had happened. I could tell even from where I stood that she looked stunning as always, but particularly with her Western clothes and lipstick and eye shadow on. She had changed into a very expose calamitous wearing apparel, that hugged her number tightly. It had a recondite V-shaped opening in the battlefront, an open back with criss-cross lace up detail. The dress ended way above her genu. Gowri asked her,"Didi, you changed ? That garb is to die for !"

"Yes, the heel on the shoes for the red wearing apparel broke, so I had to wear something else."She looked over at me,"Manu, I'm sorry to add one Thomas More thing to your list of things to do, but I need you to remove my red high school heels to get them fixed, okay ? They're in the closet."

"Yes, of course of study, my love,"I shouted back, trying to keep my back to her."I'll drib 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 broken heels 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 piddling annoyed that she thought she had to afford me a hint.

"Gowri, since I'm going to the shoe store, I can get your brake shoe fixed too. Just exit them here,"I replied, looking at her, admiring the salacious offspring 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 take the shoes to me. Instead, she remarked flippantly"You'll chance my horseshoe in Prem's W.C. in a paper bag - dark one 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 oblivious to her tonus 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 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 mighty pair ?"I grabbed the kitchen hand towel. I held it in front of my dresser as if I was drying my hands as I passed them on the way to their bedroom. Kavita did not posting. 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, total here, ease up me a kiss before I go."I sighed. There was no getting out of the predicament. At to the lowest degree I would get to kiss my wife in straw man of Prem. There was some silver lining. I stepped out, locked eyes with Kavita, ignoring the early two in the background. I walked toward my wife, leaned forward to kiss her. Her middle scanned me up and down as she clearly noticed the breaking ball in my knocker area. She embraced me and kissed my cheek instead of on the back talk, 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 ingest felt the Orange River in my bosom. She smiled as I turned red in the face.

Kavita grabbed her purse and key, and the tercet headed out to the cinema. She said they would be back by 2 o'clock, and that she would text me in the eve. Then she blew me another buss as she left. The door closed. I leaned against the door. In the muteness of the flat, I looked in the mirror at myself, a man feminized and defeated into wearing women's attire, left to do his wife's workplace while she cavorts with her fan, but also eager to open a new chapter soon in which he can reclaim his humanness. In the purdah of that mo, I reflected on the morning's events, feeling a mixture of hope, anxiousness, and pity as my cock stirred inside its step-in .