You may message me to get the first 26 chapters. However, let me at least explain the setting and grapheme :

Setting : Urban Bangalore, India, advanced times.

Main fictional character :

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

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

- ameer Ali, known to his supporter as Prem, the masculine manly man who has moved in with Manu and Kavita for the past tense 7 month due to a temp job duty assignment. ( Note that Amir does not grant Manu to promise him Prem, as this nickname is reserved only for his friends ).

- Gowri, emeer's fiancé who occasionally comes over to stay overnight with Prem, and is like a unseasoned sister to Kavita.

Kavita has moved into Prem's room due to his unwillingness to resolve questions about what she perceives as his want of attachment to her. She has been living with Prem and having sexual dealings with him for hebdomad, and months. But after a great deal back and forth with her hubby, she has recently indicated to Manu that she will be active back in with him. She is set to move back on Sunday, in just two more days. Manu is thrilled. In the closing bit of chapter 26, Kavita comes home and shows Gowri something new and very interesting near her stomach. Manu is curious 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 bank note that this chronicle had and will persist in to have topic of cuckolding, distaff dominance, forced sissification, BDSM, mind play, virtue, and touch ideas. Pleased be cognizant. I highly encourage anyone who finds this offensive to break off now and part with yourself and the rest of us your grief. Thank you.

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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, modernistic professional person working in Bangalore. Although they appear outwardly felicitous and successful in most real ways, their cozy life suffers from Manu's gradual realization that he is a beta male person who can not satisfy his wife's intimate needs.

The report begins when Kavita's conversance from college comes to delay with the pair. His name is Amir Ali, or Prem to his Quaker. Over the adjacent 7 calendar month, Manu's worst reverence are realized as his wife's sexuality bloom 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 enlightened kinship with Prem in college. He suspects that she still has feelings for her ex. Manu's growing self-distrust around his own maleness causes him to lapse into an abyss of cheat angst, effectively encouraging his wife to carry out her sexual desires with Prem. On the side, unbeknownst to Kavita, Prem bullies Manu to undermine his confidence and bring his married woman away from him.

Various tryout, misunderstanding, mortification, and difficult experiences slowly edge Manu towards a"loth embracing"of his repress desires to be a submissive pantywaist cuckold. With the truelove 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 meekness to his wife and to the manly man that she has embraced.

Throughout the trial by ordeal, despite Kavita's blatant infidelity in their own house, she simultaneously reinforces her erotic love for her husband. She desires only that he accept himself, that he register his attachment 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 cocksure aim in his wife's actions to proceed 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 capable to forgive, accept, 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 wife to a better man in order to a better man.

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The Unwanted Houseguest 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 wife have done such a brazen-faced thing to get a piercing in her navel without telling me or consulting me ? Furthermore, to make her swain's initials so boldly expose put me over the top. The torment of the initials A.A. in repulsive chapiter letters pounded at me. She was rubbing my nozzle in the humiliation of belonging to another man, my curse, emir Ali, a Muslim tough who had entered our living and charmed my Hindustani wife away from me. My misery was occasionally broken only by the grunting and moaning sounds of sexual trade union coming from the contiguous room, a elbow room in which this insatiable man of men was outrageously enjoying himself with not one but two cleaning woman in the same bed. From the sounds of their vocalization, the womanhood 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 best to return asleep, knowing that if all went as planned, I would soon have my married woman back. Long after the other room fell quiet, my mind calmed down and nap overcame me.

On Saturday morning, Kavi came to my elbow room all showered and dressed to go out somewhere. I sat up groggily. She hugged me playfully and made belittled public lecture, though I could not bring myself to reciprocate as enthusiastically given the gravity 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 swallow this very easily."I spoke softly under the sound of her boyfriend lover showering in the other room.

She replied,"Don't you worry, Manu. get out it to me. Whether or not he understands is up to him. But one way or another, he's going to own to accept it. It's my decision."That made me sense relieved to see Kavita taking such a unfluctuating stance."Just afford me some privacy 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 wait for her text after 6 o'clock to get didactics on what to do next. She didn't say anything about returning home, but rather the less obvious request to ‘ wait for instructions.'What did she stand for by that ? My fears popped up immediately. What if I found them in bed again when I returned ? What if she found some apology again to not come back to me or what if she changed her mind ?"Doubts ran through my consistence. She sensed it too. She stood by the bed and embraced me. My face was pressed against her mild and luscious breasts. I felt at menage. Yet as we embraced me, I felt the hard metal of her belly ring against my chest, jolting me back to the cognizance of her blatant unfaithfulness, poking at my sum almost literally. Still I remained lost in the mantrap of the moment and did not want to indicate with her. As usual, I said nothing.

Before she left the room, she walked up to my wardrobe to retrieve a bag presumably containing the clothes she expected me to wear. She handed it to me. I looked inside. Judging from the colour and styles, I noted that it was one of the Thomas More feminine garments. She also whispered a casual observation that I was starting to show some unsightly stubble again. This comment made me wonder why it would matter. My face was shaven already, so she must have meant my consistence haircloth. Did she expect that I would continue to shave my body hairsbreadth today also ? Originally, it was Prem's melodic theme to name me wear the feminine kit and trim my soundbox pilus, but now my own wife was actively participating in feminizing me. She said it helped me bide centered, calm, and happy.

I decided not to object. She had, after all, indicated that she was going to verbalize to Prem about her moving out of his way, and into mine. That much was clear. She was testing me for cooperation. I needed to devolve the test with flying colors. I put a smile on my face, stopped speculating, accepted the bag from her, and went to the bathroom to get gear up. In the exhibitor, I lathered up my entire body and began to shave carefully. Soon I was completely legato from head to toe, including my phallus and balls which now looked even more boylike than usual. I took the outfit out of the bag. A span of silky panties fell out also. The panties were lavender with pink and purple efflorescence all over. They squeezed my genitalia up close to my body. She also included a white underbodice. Then I looked at the dreadfully feminine outerwear. It included a garden pink, semi-transparent churidar top with fully embroidered upper bodice and sleeves handlock. It came with a dark pink stole with contrasting lacing and golden border, and magenta colored cotton tights that hugged my legs and felt tight around the genitals. The earlier rig had at least some gender-neutral manner 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 nothing that Prem and Kavita had not seen before. Even Gowri had seen me in such clothes before, but perhaps out of compliancy to me, had been polite enough not to reach or say anything to add to my embarrassment.

I exited from the john to find the three of them were already eating breakfast. I joined them, pulling up a president opposite word 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 up-to-the-minute exit of a high-budget and much acclaimed pic called Padmavati. It was a photographic film based on a historic chronicle of a beautiful queer who becomes the object of desire for a ruthless Muslim king, a fitting and ironic dramatization of our own lives."Manu, I'm hoping you can unite 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 interruption, and then her and me. I was pinning my amorous hopes on the well-formed arrangement of her comma butterfly. This is how desperate I had become. Yet, I pushed away any electronegative idea because I was excited just to be included in her programme for once.

"That's awesome, thanks Kavita. It'll be adept for us to get out of this heat and humidity in a theater 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 subtle way under the table to not take in attention to his action mechanism. 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 vertebral column of my intellect, 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 film now. The cesspool was to the full of dishes from stopping point night. And their elbow room was for certain to be a fix, with dress strewn about all over. And the laundry ! There's no way I could get all this done and go to the motion-picture show. My face had fallen as I looked at my telephone, and Kavita detected it right away in my face."What's the matter, Manu ? You seem preoccupied. Is everything okeh at body of work ?"

I decided to use my power work as an excuse. I did not want to give her boyfriend-turned-lover the expiation of thought that he made me abide habitation, nor to let my tagging along at the motion-picture show create any tension. No. Too much was at risk. I replied,"Kavi, yes, there's a little crisis at work. I'm sure it'll workplace out o.k.. But it's probably best that I just get matter done today at base with my chores, and then at the office. 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 foiled that I wouldn't be coming today.

That guilt would help her piddle her motion tomorrow, I figured. I did not require the housekeeping not being finished to be hanging over my head all weekend."No, Kavi, it's OK. I made a commitment to do the housework, and I'd prefer to keep tomorrow liberal. Just let me cognize if there's anything specific you need me to do ?"

Kavita replied,"Sure Manu, thank you. You're so sweet to return me a pause every weekend !"She said it with a genuine sense of appreciation."Maybe we can watch the movie again, just you and me, next week."She was saying things in a new and more loving tone. Then she continued in a more demanding but still polite tone."So Manu, you can clean the dishes and wash the laundry. There's a basketball hoop of clothes in both elbow room. And also please change the bedsheets and tidy up around there."She even used the word ‘ please ’. It wasn't the Saami look of giving orders to a retainer. 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 content taunts.

But Prem was not done with his taunting."Kavita and Gowri, I really have to admire pussy boy's loyalty. You know, most men would never stand up for this."He was in full flavor, complimenting me on the one hand, but also calling me ‘ pussy boy'in front of the cleaning lady, and making it light up that I was not like virtually ‘ real number men'who would affirm themselves.

Kavita objected,"Stand for what, Prem ? Helping around the house ? Yes, my Manu is very dedicated to me. Sir Thomas More men should plow 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 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 appreciation for women differently."He said it again, openly using a derogatory terminus to trace me.

By this time, I had gotten up to start washing the bag. Kavita had excused herself to do her makeup before going out, without commenting on this taunts or defending me. In the desktop I heard Gowri scold him gently,"Really, Prem. You're so mean sometimes ! Why do birth to call him that ?"

Prem got justificatory. I heard him say to Gowri,"You know I don't mean it as an insult. The vagina is a sacred and beautiful thing, nothing to be looked down on. It's a celebration 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 shot back.

"All I'm saying is that I respect women. His pussy boy name is just a musing of his womanly slope. That's all."He had diffused the tension with Gowri using an unbelievably lame exculpation, 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 humble me further. He brought Gowri by the manus over to where I was standing."pussycat boy !"he said.

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

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

"Shut up pussy boy. Drop your leggings !"he commanded with a unshakable stance standing following 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 attempt to hide her grin when he called me slit boy. There was no grounds for this incitation, but with no foretoken of Kavita around, I had no choice but to go along. I shut off the pee and lowered my leggings until they fell around my ankles. Prem grabbed the bottom of my churidar top and lifted it up to expose me in nominal head 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 penny-pinching feel. Then Prem did the unthinkable. He reached over to my pantie, inserted a finger along the top edge, and yanked them down to expose my penis. I felt ashamed. My member had been tightly trapped inside the step-in, and remained low and shriveled up in all the tension. Prem noted to her,"See Gowri, he's like a trivial boy down there !"Exasperated, I sighed deeply, my expression turning red, hoping that Gowri would stop staring. I took the opportunity to look down her blouse at the segmentation of her boob, 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 fingerbreadth and told me to get back to crop 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 pixilated smiling, as if she were suggesting something to him. He looked toward me and nodded, then grabbed two low oranges from our fruit basket and walked over to me. He told me to turn over toward him. He pulled the top of my churidar open and inserted the oranges into the breast area. He adjusted the Orange River to position them exactly where a charwoman's white meat would normally be. They filled up the churidar's natural shape that had been empty and sagging until now. Gowri stood away, snickering. This must have been her thought. ‘ What a bitch she was,'I thought to myself.

Kavita came back a minute later as they all prepared to leave. I stayed in the kitchen. She was completely oblivious to my humiliation. It was as if naught had happened. I could tell even from where I stood that she looked stunning as always, but particularly with her Western dress and lip rouge and eye fantasm on. She had changed into a very revealing black garb, that hugged her number tightly. It had a abstruse V-shaped opening in the front, an open back with criss-cross lacing up detail. The attire ended way above her knees. Gowri asked her,"Didi, you changed ? That wearing apparel is to die for !"

"Yes, the bounder on the skid for the red dress broke, so I had to wear something else."She looked over at me,"Manu, I'm sorry to add one to a greater extent thing to your list of matter to do, but I need you to get my red senior high heels to get them fixed, okay ? They're in the closet."

"Yes, of course of instruction, my passion,"I shouted back, trying to hold back my back to her."I'll drop it off on the way to work, and plunk up on the way back tonight."

Then Gowri remembered that she also had a dyad of shoes with broken heels that needed repairing. I heard her say it out forte to Kavita. My wife looked at me, silently gesturing for me to say something. I felt a fiddling annoyed that she thought she had to pay me a hint.

"Gowri, since I'm going to the shoe shop, I can get your shoes fixed too. Just get out them here,"I replied, looking at her, admiring the prurient 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 go to bring the shoes to me. Instead, she remarked flippantly"You'll obtain my shoes in Prem's closet in a composition bag - ignominious ones with lacy straps. 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 oblivious to her tone and comment. Prem stood there smirking. I wondered if her seeing me in scanty had emboldened her to act more disrespectfully with me. I was still standing at the cesspit, hidden away from sight, 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 span ?"I grabbed the kitchen paw towel. I held it in front of my breast 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 dyad, Gowri ?"I yelled out, holding the shoe out without stepping out of the room myself.

"Yes, thanks, Manu,"she replied.

Kavita called out to me,"Manu, add up here, kick in 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 front man of Prem. There was some silver liner. I stepped out, lock center with Kavita, ignoring the other two in the background. I walked toward my married woman, leaned forward to snog her. Her oculus scanned me up and down as she clearly noticed the curve in my white meat surface area. She embraced me and kissed my boldness instead of on the sass, and said to me,"Manu, you look lovely. Thank you for everything. You're so sweet."As she hugged me, there was no doubt that she must birth felt the orange tree in my chest. She smiled as I turned red in the face.

Kavita grabbed her pocketbook and key, and the trio headed out to the movie theatre. 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 room access 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 adult female's garb, left to do his wife's body of work while she cavorts with her lover, but also aegir to open a new chapter soon in which he can domesticate his manhood. In the solitude of that present moment, I reflected on the good morning's events, feeling a smorgasbord of hope, anxiety, and shame as my tool stirred inside its step-in .