Manjula is now Homer's wife

Homer blinked in bewilderment as he gazed around his living room, realizing with a start that something was off. Gone were the familiar surroundings of his own home - instead, his eyes fell upon a woman dressed in shimmering harem attire, her dark hair cascading down her back.

"M-Marge?" he stammered, wondering if this was all some strange dream. But when the woman turned to him, he recognized her as Manjula, the wife of his friend Apu.

"Good morning, my dear husband," she purred, her voice rich with an alluring accent as she began swaying her hips in a mesmerizing belly dance. The transparent fabric of her costume revealed tantalizing glimpses of her dusky skin and the glint of metal from her pierced nipples.

Homer's jaw dropped open, his mind racing to catch up with this unexpected turn of events. "Husband? B-but how... what...?" he sputtered, utterly bewildered by this newfound marital status with the exotic beauty before him.

Manjula's hips sway sensually as she steps closer to Homer, the transparent fabric of her harem outfit billowing around her toned figure. Her dark eyes sparkle with a mischievous glint as she gazes at him through thick lashes.

"Mmm, you look so surprised, my dear husband," she purrs, her voice low and sultry. "Perhaps I should give you a proper good morning greeting to help you wake up..."

With a coy smile, Manjula reaches out and trails a delicate finger down Homer's chest, letting it linger dangerously close to the waistband of his pants. She turns slowly, offering him a tantalizing view of her backside as she continues her alluring dance, the sheer fabric caressing her curves.

"You've been a very good boy, Homer. I think you deserve a little... reward." Manjula glances over her shoulder, her eyes smoldering with desire. "What do you say we skip breakfast and head straight to the bedroom?"