She sensed it too. She stood by the bed and embraced me. My face was pressed against her soft and luscious breasts. I felt at home. Yet as we embraced me, I felt the hard Toys metal of her belly Bondage ring against my chest, jolting me back to the awareness of her blatant infidelity, poking at my heart almost literally. Still I remained lost in the beauty of the moment and did not want to argue with her. As usual, I said nothing. Before she left the room, she walked up to my closet to retrieve a bag presumably containing the clothes she expected me to wear. She handed it to me. I looked inside. Judging from the color and styles, I noted that it was one of the 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 body hair. Did she expect that I would continue to shave my body hair today also? Originally, it was Prem’s idea to make me wear the feminine outfit and shave my body hair, but now my own wife was actively participating in feminizing me. She said it helped me stay centered, calm, 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 pass 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 ready. In the shower, I lathered up my entire body and began to shave carefully. Soon I was completely smooth from head to toe, including my penis and balls which now looked even more boyish than usual. I took the outfit out of the bag. A pair of silky panties fell out also. The panties were lavender with pink and purple flowers all over. They squeezed my genitals 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 upper bodice and sleeves cuff. It came with a dark pink stole with contrasting lace and golden japan 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 style elements, but this dildo 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 deference to me, had been polite enough not to reach or say anything to add to my embarrassment. I exited from the bathroom to find the three of japanese them were already eating breakfast. I joined them, pulling up a chair opposite 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. They were a nice shape, japan young, firm and pointed. She locked her eyes with me and bobbed her head slowly before finally letting my fingers go with an audible pop. He took me into a separate room, and I confessed that I was interested in another woman, but still loved my wife. I was both happy and unhappy doing that. “Oh, we are,” Dao-Ming replied, winking at me and flashing me a dildo somewhat wry smile. Linda was in pain sweating under the hood and her arms, legs, and shoulders ached. “Oh, yes, Denice!” Teal moaned. The trucks slowed and all the soldiers manning the turrets panned around with their cameras, showing the scenery. I took them down to the clothes hamper in our bedroom, emptying our pockets on the dresser first. An idea struck me when Branka crawled off my dick, her pussy slipping off my shaft Toys with a wet plop. She left Bondage with little fanfare after I stood and gave her my usual hug. She sucked the precum from it and sat back up. It was a black shiny leather costume which covered her from her tits down to her pussy. Mary immediately began stroking it. Ashley began to quicken the pace, now slamming his cock in her pussy. I quivered in delight, and brought japanese my hands together between her brother’s legs. Once he started to soften he pulled out slowly. She queried.