He discovers to his distress that his wife 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 abyss 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, misunderstandings, humiliations, and difficult experiences slowly edge Manu towards a “reluctant embracing” of his repressed desires to be a submissive sissy cuckold. With the steady 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 home, she simultaneously reinforces her love for her husband. She desires only that he accept himself, that he show 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 positive intentions in his wife’s actions 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 lose his wife to a better man in order to a better man. ————-//————— The Unwanted Houseguest Chapter 27 – Looking Forward Friday night, once again, I slept in my bed alone fitfully, thinking about ass the belly ring attached to Kavita’s belly. How could my own wife have done such a brazen thing indian to get a piercing in her navel 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 capital letters pounded at me. She was rubbing my nose 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 panties moaning sounds 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 webcam the same bed. From the sounds of their voices, the women were equally enjoying their carnal pleasures. After several hours of tossing and turning and pacing back and forth, I finally shut my door to avoid 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 quiet, 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 small talk, 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 accept 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. Leave it to me. Whether or not he understands is up to him. But one way or another, he’s going to have to accept it. It’s my decision.” That made me feel relieved to see Kavita taking such a firm stance. “Just give 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 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 mean by that? My fears popped up immediately. What if I found them in bed again when I returned? What if she found some excuse again to not come back to me or what if she changed her mind?” Doubts ran through my body. She sensed it too. Then it clicked: it wasn't optional indian anymore. Chin-sun shrugged. Two things can happen here. Her webcam smooth, tan skin that had no blemishes. 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