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

circumstance : Urban Bangalore, India, innovative times.

main characters :

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

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

- Amir 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 impermanent job designation. ( Note that Amir does not allow Manu to forebode him Prem, as this byname is reserved only for his friends ).

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

Kavita has moved into Prem's room due to his unwillingness to suffice enquiry about what she perceives as his want of attachment to her. She has been living with Prem and having sexual copulation with him for weeks, and month. But after much back and Forth with her husband, she has recently indicated to Manu that she will incite back in with him. She is set to move back on Sunday, in just two Sir Thomas More days. Manu is thrilled. In the shutdown moments of chapter 26, Kavita comes home and shows Gowri something new and very interesting near her tum. Manu is curious to have it off what his wife is so felicitous 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 tale had and will proceed to have composition of cuckolding, female say-so, forced sissification, BDSM, intellect play, sexual abstention, and related thought. Pleased be aware. I highly encourage anyone who finds this offensive to quit now and part with yourself and the rest of us your heartbreak. 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, modern professional person working in Bangalore. Although they appear outwardly happy and successful in to the highest degree material agency, their cozy life suffers from Manu's gradual realization that he is a Beta male who can not satisfy his wife's sexual needs.

The tarradiddle begins when Kavita's conversance from college comes to remain with the twosome. His epithet is Amir Ali, or Prem to his supporter. Over the next 7 calendar month, Manu's sorry fears are realized as his wife's gender blossoms in the bearing of Prem. He suspects that his married woman was note than just an familiarity. He discovers to his hurt that his wife had an beginner relationship with Prem in college. He suspects that she still has intuitive feeling for her ex. Manu's growing self-distrust around his own masculinity causes him to settle into an abysm of betray angst, effectively encouraging his wife to accomplish her sexual desires with Prem. On the position, unbeknownst to Kavita, Prem bullies Manu to countermine his confidence and take his married woman away from him.

Various run, mistaking, humiliations, and difficult experiences slowly edge Manu towards a"loath embracing"of his quash desires to be a submissive pantywaist 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 anticipation of what it means to be a man against his own devil that revel in the entry to his married woman and to the male man that she has embraced.

Throughout the ordeal, despite Kavita's blatant unfaithfulness in their own habitation, she simultaneously reinforces her love for her husband. She desires only that he accept himself, that he show his attachment and heart 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 military action to keep 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 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 suffer his married woman to a wagerer man in order to a skillful 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 bodacious thing to get a piercing in her umbilicus without telling me or consulting me ? Furthermore, to have her boyfriend's initials so boldly exhibit put me over the top. The torment of the initials A.A. in detestable cap missive pounded at me. She was rubbing my nose in the humiliation of belonging to another man, my nemesis, emeer Ali, a Muslim yob who had entered our animation and charmed my Hindu wife away from me. My misery was occasionally broken only by the grunting and moaning sounds of sexual Union coming from the neighbour elbow room, a elbow room in which this insatiable man of men was outrageously enjoying himself with not one but two adult female in the Lapplander bed. From the sounds of their voices, the women were equally enjoying their carnal joy. After respective hr of tossing and turning and pacing back and forth, I finally shut my door to avoid the humiliation, and tried my best to strike asleep, knowing that if all went as planned, I would soon give my wife back. Long after the former elbow room fell quiet, my mind calmed down and sleep 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 small talk, though I could not bring 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 seclusion of our elbow 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 strait of her fellow 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 sustain to accept it. It's my decision."That made me find relieved to see Kavita taking such a firm position."Just give me some secrecy to talk with him this afternoon, okay ?"

"Yes, of course of instruction, 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 instructions 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 think of by that ? My fearfulness 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 ?"doubtfulness ran through my soundbox. She sensed it too. She stood by the bed and embraced me. My face was pressed against her soft and scrumptious breasts. I felt at home. Yet as we embraced me, I felt the hard metallic element of her belly ring against my pectus, jolting me back to the consciousness of her blazing infidelity, poking at my affection almost literally. Still I remained lost in the beauty of the moment and did not want to argue with her. As common, I said nothing.

Before she left the elbow room, she walked up to my closet to retrieve a bag presumably containing the clothes she expected me to tire out. She handed it to me. I looked inside. Judging from the colour and manner, I noted that it was one of the more feminine garments. She also whispered a casual observation that I was starting to designate some unsightly straw again. This scuttlebutt made me question why it would matter. My side was shaven already, so she must consume meant my soundbox hair. Did she gestate that I would stay to knock off my trunk tomentum today also ? Originally, it was Prem's estimate to make me wear the feminine rig and shave my body hair, but now my own married woman was actively participating in feminizing me. She said it helped me stay centered, calm air, 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 much was clear. She was testing me for cooperation. I needed to go on the test with flying colors. I put a smile on my face, stopped speculating, accepted the bag from her, and went to the can to get prepare. In the shower bath, I lathered up my entire body and began to shave carefully. Soon I was completely tranquil from head to toe, including my penis and Ball which now looked even more schoolboyish than common. I took the kit out of the bag. A pair of silky panties fell out also. The pantie were lavender with pink and purple flowers all over. They squeezed my crotch 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 pep pill bodice and sleeves cuff. It came with a dark knock stole with contrasting lacing and halcyon perimeter, and magenta colored cotton fiber leotards that hugged my leg and felt tight around the genitals. The earlier outfits had at least some gender-neutral style elements, but this left no doubt 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 dress before, but perhaps out of compliancy to me, had been polite enough not to make or say anything to add to my embarrassment.

I exited from the toilet to obtain the three of them were already eating breakfast. I joined them, pulling up a professorship opposite to Prem. Both of the adult female had noticed my churidar ( traditional American-Indian language fair sex's apparel ) 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 film called Padmavati. It was a photographic film based on a diachronic account of a beautiful queen who becomes the physical object of desire for a ruthless Muslim king, a try-on and ironic dramatization of our own lives."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 couples. Prem and Gowri, followed by a pause, and then her and me. I was pinning my amorous hopes on the grammatical placement of her comma. This is how desperate I had become. Yet, I pushed away any negative view 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 passion and humidity in a dramaturgy for a change."She seemed to be coming around to having me in her life in a meaningful way !

Just then I received a textbook message from Prem. He must have sent it in a subtle way under the table to not take in care to his action at law. 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 dorsum of my mind, but ‘ how sort of Prem to remind me'I muttered to myself.

Prem held back his smile, knowing that I would not be capable to join them for the movie now. The sink was full of bag from live nighttime. And their elbow room was sure to be a mess, with clothes strewn about all over. And the laundry ! There's no way I could get all this done and go to the pic. My face had fallen as I looked at my speech sound, and Kavita detected it right away in my cheek."What's the matter, Manu ? You seem preoccupied. Is everything okay at workplace ?"

I decided to use my office employment as an excuse. I did not want to give her boyfriend-turned-lover the satisfaction of thought that he made me stay family, nor to let my tagging along at the flick create any tautness. No. Too much was at peril. I replied,"Kavi, yes, there's a little crisis at workplace. I'm sure it'll work out fine. But it's probably good that I just get things done today at home plate with my task, 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 thwarted that I wouldn't be coming today.

That guilt would serve her make her move tomorrow, I figured. I did not need 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 housework, and I'd prefer to keep back tomorrow unblock. Just let me know if there's anything specific you need me to do ?"

Kavita replied,"Sure Manu, thank you. You're so sweetened to ease up me a break every weekend !"She said it with a true sense of taste."Maybe we can view the pic again, just you and me, next week."She was saying things in a new and more loving look. Then she continued in a more demanding but still polite note."So Manu, you can clean the dishes and launder the washing. There's a basketful of wearing 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 same step of giving orders to a handmaid. 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 text substance taunts.

But Prem was not done with his taunting."Kavita and Gowri, I really have to admire pussy boy's committedness. You know, most men would never stand for this."He was in full spirit, complimenting me on the one bridge player, but also calling me ‘ pussy boy'in presence of the women, and making it clear that I was not like to the highest degree ‘ real men'who would assert themselves.

Kavita objected,"Stand for what, Prem ? Helping around the home ? Yes, my Manu is very dedicated to me. to a greater extent men should treat their married woman 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 ascertain 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 women differently."He said it again, openly using a derogatory term to discover me.

By this clip, I had gotten up to start washing the dishes. Kavita had excused herself to do her make-up before going out, without commenting on this twit or defending me. In the background signal I heard Gowri scold him gently,"Really, Prem. You're so mean sometimes ! Why do have to call him that ?"

Prem got justificative. I heard him say to Gowri,"You know I don't mean it as an insult. The vagina is a sacred and beautiful affair, cypher 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 theology ? Since when ?"she shot back.

"All I'm saying is that I respect women. His kitty-cat boy name is just a reflection of his feminine side. That's all."He had diffused the tension with Gowri using an incredibly lame exculpation, but she was already smitten with him anyway. Yet he wasn't satisfied. He insisted on proving why he called me that gens. He took the opportunity to chagrin me further. He brought Gowri by the hand over to where I was standing."Pussy boy !"he said.

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

"Please emeer, don't—"I pleaded, using his schematic name since I did not have the privilege of using the nickname ‘ Prem'that his close up Friend and lovers had.

"Shut up slit boy. expend your leggings !"he commanded with a business firm stance standing next to his fiancé. Gowri looked resigned to what he wanted to do, but she also seemed to be funny, and she made no further action mechanism to dissuade him from bullying me. She made no try to cover her smile when he called me pussy boy. There was no ground for this provocation, but with no sign of the zodiac 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 mortise joint. Prem grabbed the undersurface of my churidar top and lifted it up to reveal me in front of his fiancé. She saw me firsthand, wearing silky panty. It was more than a glimpse. She stared for more than a second and even leaned forward slightly to take 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 expose my phallus. I felt ashamed. My phallus had been tightly trapped inside the pantie, and remained small and shriveled up in all the stress. Prem noted to her,"See Gowri, he's like a small boy down there !"Exasperated, I sighed deeply, my brass turning red, hoping that Gowri would stop staring. I took the opportunity to appear down her blouse at the cleavage of her tit, 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 step-in and leggings up. He snapped his fingers and told me to get back to work 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 basket and walked over to me. He told me to turn toward him. He pulled the top of my churidar open and inserted the Orange River into the breast area. He adjusted the oranges to position them exactly where a womanhood's breasts would normally be. They filled up the churidar's raw anatomy that had been vacate and sagging until now. Gowri stood away, snickering. This must receive been her idea. ‘ What a bitch she was,'I thought to myself.

Kavita came back a arcminute later as they all prepared to will. I stayed in the kitchen. She was completely oblivious to my humiliation. It was as if nil had happened. I could recite even from where I stood that she looked stunning as always, but particularly with her Western apparel and lipstick and eye shadower on. She had changed into a very revealing blackness dress, that hugged her build tightly. It had a deep V-shaped gap in the strawman, an subject back with criss-cross lacing up detail. The dress ended way above her knee. Gowri asked her,"Didi, you changed ? That attire is to die for !"

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

"Yes, of course, my love,"I shouted back, trying to go along my back to her."I'll dip it off on the way to work, and pick up on the way back tonight."

Then Gowri remembered that she also had a brace of shoes with broken hound that needed repairing. I heard her say it out aloud to Kavita. My wife looked at me, silently gesturing for me to say something. I felt a lilliputian annoyed that she thought she had to give me a hint.

"Gowri, since I'm going to the brake shoe shop, I can get your shoes fixed too. Just entrust them here,"I replied, looking at her, admiring the salacious young woman and her aphrodisiacal curves. Again, she caught me checking her out just as I averted my glance.

Gowri replied,"Thanks Manu."But she didn't offer to get the skid to me. Instead, she remarked flippantly"You'll find my shoes in Prem's loo in a paper bag - black ace 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 remark. 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 peck, waiting for them to leave.

But then Kavita called out to me,"Manu, can you just go get Gowri's place now, so we know it's the right pair ?"I grabbed the kitchen hand towel. I held it in strawman of my chest as if I was drying my hands as I passed them on the way to their bedroom. Kavita did not notification. I found the shoes in Prem's closet.

"Is this the pair, Gowri ?"I yelled out, holding the horseshoe out without stepping out of the way myself.

"Yes, thanks, Manu,"she replied.

Kavita called out to me,"Manu, make out here, turn over 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 married woman in front of Prem. There was some silver lining. I stepped out, lock eyes with Kavita, ignoring the other two in the background. I walked toward my wife, leaned forward to kiss her. Her eyes scanned me up and down as she clearly noticed the curves in my tit orbit. She embraced me and kissed my brass 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 incertitude that she must take in felt the oranges in my white meat. She smiled as I turned red in the face.

Kavita grabbed her pocketbook and keys, and the three headed out to the picture palace. She said they would be back by 2 o'clock, and that she would text me in the eventide. Then she blew me another candy kiss as she left. The doorway closed. I leaned against the door. In the silence of the flat, I looked in the mirror at myself, a man feminized and defeated into wearing cleaning woman's dress, left to do his wife's work while she cavorts with her devotee, but also eager to open a new chapter soon in which he can regenerate his humanness. In the purdah of that moment, I reflected on the cockcrow's upshot, feeling a assortment of hope, anxiety, and shame as my prick stirred inside its panties .