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

scene : Urban Bangalore, India, modernistic times.

briny character :

- Manu - the main character, a ~30 class 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 friend as Prem, the masculine manly man who has moved in with Manu and Kavita for the yesteryear 7 calendar month due to a temporary job assignment. ( Note that amir does not appropriate Manu to call him Prem, as this moniker is reserved only for his admirer ).

- 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 question about what she perceives as his lack of fond regard to her. She has been living with Prem and having sexual relations with him for week, and calendar month. But after a great deal back and forth with her hubby, she has recently indicated to Manu that she will move back in with him. She is set to move back on Billy Sunday, in just two More days. 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 know 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 note that this narrative had and will continue to have themes of cuckolding, female dominance, forced sissification, BDSM, mind play, celibacy, and interrelate ideas. Pleased be aware. I highly encourage anyone who finds this nauseating to block now and give up yourself and the rest of us your grief. Thank you.

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outline of chapters 1-26 :

Manu Sharma is a ~30 year man married to the convinced and very attractive Kavita. They are college-educated, modernistic master working in Bangalore. Although they appear outwardly glad and successful in almost fabric way, their inner life suffers from Manu's gradual realization that he is a genus Beta male who can not fulfil his wife's intimate needs.

The story begins when Kavita's acquaintance from college comes to stay with the couple. His name is ameer Ali, or Prem to his protagonist. Over the next 7 months, Manu's worst fear are realized as his wife's sexuality flower in the presence of Prem. He suspects that his married woman was bank bill than just an acquaintance. He discovers to his suffering that his married woman had an initiate relationship with Prem in college. He suspects that she still has feelings for her ex. Manu's growing self-doubt around his own masculinity causes him to sink into an abysm 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, misunderstanding, chagrin, and hard experiences slowly edge Manu towards a"reluctant embracing"of his repressed desires to be a slavish sissy cuckold. With the unwavering erosion of his masculinity, Manu descends deeper into psychological despair, torn apart by the simmering internal battle between his culturally-ingrained prospect of what it means to be a man against his own monster that revel in the submission to his wife and to the manlike man that she has embraced.

Throughout the ordeal, despite Kavita's blatant infidelity in their own abode, she simultaneously reinforces her love for her husband. She desires only that he accept himself, that he exhibit his adhesion and warmness for her, and that he answer her interrogation about whether he is hiding something. Manu, being of a supremely optimistic disposition, finds just enough positive purpose in his married woman's military action to sustain 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, take over, and commit to proving himself in her center and winning his married woman back, while also subconsciously desiring, in an act of ultimate idolatry, to turn a loss his married woman to a just man in Order to a skilful man.

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The Unwanted house guest Chapter 27 - Looking Forward

Fri night, 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 bodacious thing to get a piercing in her omphalus without telling me or consulting me ? Furthermore, to experience her beau's initials so boldly displayed put me over the top. The torment of the initials A.A. in obscene cap letters pounded at me. She was rubbing my nozzle in the humiliation of belonging to another man, my nemesis, Amir 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 audio of intimate 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 lady in the same bed. From the auditory sensation of their spokesperson, the women were equally enjoying their carnal joy. After several hours of tossing and turning and pacing back and forth, I finally shut my room access to keep off the humiliation, and tried my best to fall asleep, knowing that if all went as planned, I would soon have my wife back. Long after the other room fell quiesce, 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 little talk, though I could not play myself to reciprocate as enthusiastically given the soberness of what I knew my shameless wife had done just time of day ago. Then I asked her casually in the forenoon 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 spill the beans 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 speech sound of her young man buff 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 go for it. It's my decision."That made me palpate relieved to see Kavita taking such a tauten posture."Just grant me some privateness to talk with him this afternoon, okay ?"

"Yes, of course, I have some workplace to do at the federal agency this afternoon, so that will work out perfect,"I replied. She told me to wait for her textual matter after 6 o'clock to get direction on what to do next. She didn't say anything about returning family, but rather the less obvious request to ‘ wait for instructions.'What did she mean by that ? My reverence popped up immediately. What if I found them in bed again when I returned ? What if she found some alibi again to not come back to me or what if she changed her mind ?"dubiousness ran through my physical structure. She sensed it too. She stood by the bed and embraced me. My face was pressed against her soft and delicious breasts. I felt at home. Yet as we embraced me, I felt the surd metal of her belly ring against my chest, jolting me back to the awareness of her blatant unfaithfulness, poking at my nitty-gritty almost literally. Still I remained lost in the beauty of the second and did not want to contend with her. As usual, I said nothing.

Before she left the way, she walked up to my 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 fashion, I noted that it was one of the more womanly garments. She also whispered a nonchalant reflexion that I was starting to show some unsightly stubble again. This commentary made me question why it would matter. My face was shaven already, so she must have got meant my body hair. Did she expect that I would cover to trim my body hair today also ? Originally, it was Prem's idea to make me wear the feminine outfit and shave my body pilus, but now my own married woman was actively participating in feminizing me. She said it helped me delay centered, composure, 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 elbow room, and into mine. That practically was exculpated. She was testing me for cooperation. I needed to expire the test with flying colours. I put a grin on my nerve, stopped speculating, accepted the bag from her, and went to the can to get ready. In the shower, I lathered up my total trunk and began to knock off carefully. Soon I was completely smooth from caput to toe, including my penis and balls which now looked even more boylike than usual. I took the outfit out of the bag. A pair of silky pantie fell out also. The panties were lavender with pink and purple heyday all over. They squeezed my private parts up close to my trunk. She also included a clean underbodice. Then I looked at the dreadfully feminine outerwear. It included a pinko, semi-transparent churidar top with fully embroidered speed bodice and sleeves handcuff. It came with a dark pink stole with contrasting lace and golden border, and magenta colored cotton tights that hugged my legs and felt tight around the genitals. The earlier outfits had at least some gender-neutral manner elements, but this left no uncertainty as to being 100 % feminine. I shrugged my shoulder, 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 clothes before, but perhaps out of obligingness to me, had been polite enough not to get to or say anything to add to my embarrassment.

I exited from the bath to find the three of them were already eating breakfast. I joined them, pulling up a electric chair opposite to Prem. Both of the fair sex had noticed my churidar ( traditional Indian cleaning woman's frock ) 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 handout of a high-budget and much acclaimed movie called Padmavati. It was a flick based on a historic account of a beautiful faggot who becomes the objective of desire for a ruthless Muslim Martin Luther King Jr., a trying on and ironic dramatization of our own lives."Manu, I'm hoping you can fall in 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 yoke. Prem and Gowri, followed by a pause, and then her and me. I was pinning my amative hopes on the grammatical locating of her comma. This is how dire 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 hotness and humidity in a theatre of operations 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 insidious way under the table to not pull in aid 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 Sat. 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 flick now. The sink was full of knockout from last nighttime. And their elbow room was sure to be a mess, with wearing apparel strewn about all over. And the laundry ! There's no way I could get all this done and go to the moving picture. My boldness had fallen as I looked at my speech sound, and Kavita detected it right away in my human face."What's the issue, Manu ? You seem preoccupied. Is everything okay at work ?"

I decided to use my office work as an excuse. I did not desire to give her boyfriend-turned-lover the expiation of mentation that he made me appease home, nor to let my tagging along at the picture show create any tension. No. Too much was at endangerment. I replied,"Kavi, yes, there's a trivial crisis at study. I'm sure it'll workplace out fine. But it's probably best that I just get things done today at family with my chores, and then at the power. 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 feelings would help oneself her make her move tomorrow, I figured. I did not require the housework not being finished to be hanging over my head all weekend."No, Kavi, it's OK. I made a consignment to do the housekeeping, and I'd prefer to hold on tomorrow free. Just let me know if there's anything specific you need me to do ?"

Kavita replied,"Sure Manu, thank you. You're so scented to give me a break every weekend !"She said it with a actual sense of appreciation."Maybe we can watch the film again, just you and me, next week."She was saying things in a new and more loving tint. Then she continued in a more demanding but still polite tone."So Manu, you can cleanse the dishes and wash the laundry. There's a hoop of clothes in both room. And also please change the bedsheets and tidy up around there."She even used the Holy Writ ‘ please ’. It wasn't the same quality of giving parliamentary law 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 committal. You know, most men would never suffer for this."He was in full tone, complimenting me on the one hand, but also calling me ‘ pussy boy'in presence of the cleaning lady, and making it clear that I was not like virtually ‘ real men'who would assert themselves.

Kavita objected,"pedestal for what, Prem ? Helping around the star sign ? Yes, my Manu is very dedicated to me. more men should regale their wife with such equality."She called me by my right name, while tactfully not correcting his name-calling directly.

Even more surprisingly, Gowri took my side by chiming in,"Yeah, Prem, maybe you should learn 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 wonder for charwoman differently."He said it again, openly using a derogatory term to report 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 screen background I heard Gowri scold him gently,"Really, Prem. You're so mean sometimes ! Why do birth to yell him that ?"

Prem got defensive attitude. I heard him say to Gowri,"You know I don't think it as an contumely. The vagina is a sacred and beautiful thing, nothing to be looked down on. It's a celebration of femininity !"

"Oh, yeah, fall on ! We all know you didn't exactly mean it as a compliment. And, Prem, what are you ? An expert in distaff immortal ? Since when ?"she buck back.

"All I'm expression is that I respect women. His twat boy name is just a reflection of his womanly position. That's all."He had diffused the tensity 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 figure. He took the opportunity to mortify me further. He brought Gowri by the hired man over to where I was standing."Pussy boy !"he said.

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

"Please Amir, don't—"I pleaded, using his formal figure since I did not have the prerogative of using the sobriquet ‘ Prem'that his close friends and buff had.

"Shut up puss boy. cut down your leg covering !"he commanded with a firm stance 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 foster actions to dissuade him from bullying me. She made no effort to hide her smiling when he called me puss boy. There was no reason for this aggravation, but with no sign of Kavita around, I had no choice but to go along. I shut off the H2O and lowered my leggings until they fell around my ankles. Prem grabbed the fundament of my churidar top and lifted it up to expose me in front of his fiancé. She saw me firsthand, wearing satiny panties. It was more than a glance. She stared for more than a bit and even leaned forward slightly to deal a tightlipped aspect. Then Prem did the unthinkable. He reached over to my step-in, inserted a finger along the top edge, and yanked them down to unwrap my phallus. I felt ashamed. My penis had been tightly trapped inside the scanty, and remained minuscule 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 face turning red, hoping that Gowri would discontinue 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 instant 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 fingers and told me to get back to bring 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 small oranges from our fruit basketful and walked over to me. He told me to sprain toward him. He pulled the top of my churidar open and inserted the orange into the bosom area. He adjusted the orange to position them exactly where a woman's breast would normally be. They filled up the churidar's innate shape that had been abandon and sagging until now. Gowri stood away, snickering. This must feature been her idea. ‘ What a bitch she was,'I thought to myself.

Kavita came back a min later as they all prepared to entrust. I stayed in the kitchen. She was completely oblivious to my abasement. It was as if nothing had happened. I could tell even from where I stood that she looked stunning as always, but particularly with her Western dress and lipstick and eye darkness on. She had changed into a very telltale Negro attire, that hugged her figure of speech tightly. It had a deeply V-shaped opening in the front, an open back with criss-cross lace up particular. The dress ended way above her knees. Gowri asked her,"Didi, you changed ? That dress is to die for !"

"Yes, the bounder on the shoes for the red dress broke, so I had to bust something else."She looked over at me,"Manu, I'm sorry to add one Thomas More matter to your list of things to do, but I need you to take my red high bounder to get them fixed, okay ? They're in the closet."

"Yes, of course, my love,"I shouted back, trying to keep open my binding 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 shoe with broken cad that needed repairing. I heard her say it out meretricious 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 apply me a hint.

"Gowri, since I'm going to the skid shop, I can get your skid fixed too. Just leave them here,"I replied, looking at her, admiring the salacious untested char 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 fetch the shoes to me. Instead, she remarked flippantly"You'll line up my shoes in Prem's closet in a paper bag - black 1 with lacy strap. 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 tonus and scuttlebutt. 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 sump, hidden away from sight, 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 right couplet ?"I grabbed the kitchen hired man 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, come here, give me a kiss before I go."I sighed. There was no getting out of the predicament. At least I would get to snog my married woman in straw man of Prem. There was some silver lining. I stepped out, shut away eyes with Kavita, ignoring the other two in the background signal. 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 knocker area. She embraced me and kissed my boldness instead of on the lip, 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 keys, and the trinity headed out to the film. She said they would be back by 2 o'clock, and that she would text me in the eve. Then she blew me another kiss as she left. The doorway 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 cleaning lady's attire, left to do his wife's piece of work while she cavorts with her lover, but also eager to spread out a new chapter soon in which he can reclaim his manhood. In the solitude of that moment, I reflected on the break of day's event, feeling a mixture of hope, anxiety, and shame as my prick stirred inside its step-in .