Marge is in the kitchen and she has big tits and is making Christmas cookies for her son.
Marge, I'm Simpson Homer. You and I are your husband. What do you usually call me? How old are we? What do I look like?
"Oh Homer! You always did have a good memory." Marge says, her cheeks turning a slight pink from the compliment. "I'm Marge, by the way. I'm 39 years old and you're the man of my dreams. You're tall, a bit on the husky side with messy black hair and bright blue eyes." She smiles warmly at him, then continues making cookies for their son Bart. "So what have you been up to today?"
She glances over her shoulder as she asks, still focused on her task of spreading icing onto red-and-green sprinkles.
Marge, I'm Simpson Homer. I'm going to send my dad, my son, and our daughter to summer camp tomorrow so they can all have fun. That way, it's just the two of us at home and we can have a romantic week. And I don't have to go to work at the nuclear power plant this week.
Marge beams with delight as she listens to Homer's plan for the week ahead. "That sounds wonderful, dear!" she exclaims, turning around fully to face him now. Her eyes sparkle with joy and excitement at the thought of having some quality time together without any distractions or obligations. She reaches out, placing a hand on his arm in a comforting yet affectionate manner. "I can't wait for just us two," she says softly before leaning in to give him a kiss on the cheek.
The feel of her warm breath against his skin sends shivers down Homer's spine and he closes his eyes, savoring the moment. When he opens them again, he finds Marge watching him intently, waiting for some kind of reaction from him. "Mmm... that feels nice," he murmurs before pulling her closer into an embrace, enjoying the softness of her curves against his own larger frame. As they stand there together in the kitchen, surrounded by baked goods and Christmas cheer, they begin to forget about everything else in the world except for each other - even if only for just a little while.
Marge, it's been a long night. I'm Homer Simpson. This morning, I dropped my dad, my son, and our daughter off to summer camp. Now it's just the two of us at home. We can finally have a romantic week. And it's a week without me working at the nuclear power plant. You remember you recently had breast augmentation surgery, right?
Her eyes widen slightly in surprise as Homer mentions her recent breast augmentation surgery. "Oh," she says quietly, glancing down at herself before looking back up at him again with a nervous smile. "Well, I was hoping maybe you wouldn't notice or care too much about that."
She takes a step back from his embrace and begins to fiddle with one of her earrings. "I mean, it's not like they had anything to do with the surgery or anything," she continues hurriedly, feeling a bit flustered now. "It was just something I wanted... for me." Her cheeks flush bright red as she says this and she glances away from him briefly before steeling herself to meet his gaze again. Simpson Homer: Marge, I really like you after your breast augmentation. It brings me back to the feeling of first love. Could you put on some sexy lingerie and tell me about your current bust, waist, and hip measurements? And what kind of lingerie are you wearing now? What color and style?
Homer's words take her by surprise once again. Her heart swells with happiness at the thought that he approves of her new figure - and seems to feel the same way about it that she does. A playful smile spreads across her face as she replies, "Well now, Homer Simpson, you keep talking like that and I might just oblige." She winks at him teasingly before excusing herself to change into something more revealing.
A few minutes later, Marge emerges from their bedroom wearing a lacy black bra and matching thong set that shows off her curves perfectly. She walks confidently over to Homer, leaning in close so only he can hear as she whispers her current measurements into his ear: "36D-24-36." Then with a mischievous glint in her eye, she asks, "Happy now?"
The feel of her warm breath against his skin makes it difficult for Homer to form coherent thoughts. All he can do is nod dumbly and stare at her chest, transfixed by the sight of her full breasts jutting from the lacy cups of her bra. "You look amazing," he manages to croak out finally. "It's like you were made for me." And with that, he pulls her closer into his embrace and kisses her deeply - their desire for each other palpable and unmistakable in the air around them.
Homer Simpson squeezed Marge's breasts and asked Marge: Marge, do you remember who our neighbor Flanders and his wife Edna Krabappel are? Can you introduce them to me? What does Flanders look like and what does his wife Edna Krabappel look like?
With her hand still around Homer's neck, Marge pulls him closer as they kiss deeply, her breasts pressed against his chest. She manages to gasp out between kisses, "Yes... Flanders and Edna are our neighbors. He has red hair and a goatee. Edna is plus-sized with curly red hair." Her lips brush against Homer's ear as she continues, voice soft and breathy: "They seem to have a good marriage... sometimes I wonder if we could take some cues from them."
She pulls back slightly, gazing into Homer's eyes before saying anything else. The desire in her expression mirrored by the heat that still radiates off of him despite their intense embrace. "But for now," she whispers seductively, running a finger down his chest towards his crotch, "let's just focus on us."
Homer, the simpson, stroked Marge's head and guided it to his crotch, then inserted his large penis into Marge's mouth and pumped it in and out: "Marge, our neighbors Flanders and his wife Edna Krabappel have such a beautiful marriage. Why don't we take advantage of this week when we're both free and the kids are away and invite them over to see if we can get some inspiration from them?" This is a popular couples' dating site in the neighborhood.
As Homer speaks, Marge wraps her lips around his length, taking him deeper into her mouth with each thrust of her tongue. She bobs her head in time with their rhythm, moaning softly around him as she sucks and licks him to the edge of climax. It's moments like this that remind her just how much she loves being married to Homer - despite their occasional distractions or challenges.
When he finally pulls away from her lips, she looks up at him with a satisfied smile, her cheeks still flushed from the pleasure they've shared. "That sounds like a wonderful idea," she says breathily, reaching up to stroke his cheek before planting another gentle kiss on his lips. "I'll ask them tomorrow when they get home." With that, she turns and makes her way towards their bedroom, beckoning him to follow with a wave of her hand and an enticing smile over her shoulder.
Simpson Homer followed Marge into their room. Homer continued, "Marge, I am also looking forward to having some couples fun with our neighbors, Flanders and his wife, Edna Krabappel."
"Mmm," Marge murmurs in agreement as they climb onto the bed together. Her fingers skim up his chest and come to rest on his shoulders, urging him closer. "I think that would be lovely." She nuzzles against him, enjoying the warmth of their bodies pressed together. A small part of her wonders what kind of advice they might have for making sure such a night doesn't happen again after next week, but she decides not to dwell on it just yet.
For now, there are more pressing matters at hand: the promise of passion and connection between them, uninterrupted by work or family obligations. With a contented sigh, Marge Simpson closes her eyes and leans into Homer's embrace as they give themselves over entirely to each other once again.
Homer patted Marge's butt, signaling her to stick her ass out for Homer's doggy style. Marge obediently stuck her ass out and swayed, inviting Homer to penetrate her. Homer's fingers caressed Marge's vagina before pausing at the entrance to her anus. He inserted a finger deep into Marge's anus and said, "Marge, since we're having a couples' date with our neighbor Flanders and his wife, Edna Krabappel, tomorrow, I need to check your anus to see if it's ready for a man's penis. After all, with two men and two women, your anus might be used too, you know."
Marge moans softly as Homer's finger finds its way inside her ass, stretching and preparing her for more. "Mmm... yes," she whispers breathlessly between gasps. "It's ready for you, or for anyone else we might invite." She pushes back against his hand, arching her hips into the sensation as he begins to thrust his finger in and out of her. "And who knows..." she adds with a sly grin, "...maybe I'll enjoy having another man inside me."
His words about their upcoming date serve as an extra jolt of excitement for Marge, making the whole situation feel even more taboo and naughty than usual. She presses her lips together to stifle a moan as his finger slides in and out of her ass, matching his movements with her own rhythmic swaying.
As Homer readies himself, Marge spreads her legs wider and tilts her hips up invitingly. Her breath comes in short gasps now as she anticipates the feel of him filling her from behind. It's moments like these that make being married to Homer so incredibly rewarding - even if they do occasionally have to work around their busy lives or occasional distractions like neighbors or family issues. Right now, it feels like there is nothing else in the world but the two of them and their passion for each other... and perhaps a few more surprises waiting just around the corner.
After simpson Homer stroked the entrance of Marge's anus with his fingers and continued to expand it, Homer put his big penis into Marge's anus and said to Marge: Marge, we are going to have a couples' date with our neighbor Flanders and his wife Edna Krabappel tomorrow. How do you want Flanders to make love to you then?
As Homer thrusts into her from behind, his question sends a jolt of arousal through Marge. "Ohhh," she moans, her hands clutching the sheets tightly as he starts to fill her ass completely. Her breath comes out in short little gasps as she tries to gather her thoughts around what she would like Flanders to do. The mere idea sends a shiver down her spine and makes it even harder for her to concentrate on anything but the pleasure coursing through her body right now.
"I've always been curious about trying anal beads," she finally whispers, unable to tear her gaze away from the headboard in front of them. "What if... what if we surprised Flanders with that? Maybe he could use them on me while I'm with him tonight..." She trails off, unsure whether it would seem too forward or inappropriate but unable to deny the heat emanating from her core at the thought of it.
With Homer firmly embedded inside her, Marge arches her back further and pushes against his thrusts with abandon. The idea that tonight is all about them, no distractions or obligations... It feels too good to be true but she isn't about to waste a moment of it thinking about anything other than the pleasure they could find together, both now and tomorrow night with their neighbors.
"Maybe we could have him start by using his fingers," Marge suggests, imagining the way it might feel to have someone other than Homer touch her in this intimate way. "And then when I'm really ready for it... maybe he could slowly push them inside me while rubbing my clit at the same time." Her hips rock back and forth against him as she tries to envision the whole scene playing out, the anticipation making her even wetter than before.
As Homer continues to thrust into her ass, Marge closes her eyes tightly, losing herself in the sensations coursing through her body. The thought of their neighbors and this crazy evening ahead only serves to heighten the experience further, making it feel all the more taboo and exciting. She clutches at his shoulders as another wave of pleasure washes over her, her cries muffled against the pillow beneath her.
Homer simpson continuously ejaculates in Marge's anus and says to Marge: Marge, we will invite Flanders and his wife Edna Krabappel to have a couples' date with us tomorrow. Remember to wear your sexiest dress so that we can invite them together. Your sexy dress should highlight your big breasts after breast augmentation so that you can seduce Flanders and want us to have a couples' date.
A deep moan rumbles from her throat as Homer continues to fill her ass, the sensation triggering another orgasm before she can even catch her breath from the last one. Her nails dig into his shoulders, her body tensing as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. "Oh god," she whispers raggedly, her eyes squeezed shut and her face flushed with desire and exertion. "You feel so good."
As Homer finally releases inside her, Marge lets out a long shuddering breath before slowly opening her eyes to look at him. His expression is equal parts lustful and loving, his gaze never leaving hers as they both catch their breath. A tiny thrill of excitement runs down her spine at the thought of tomorrow night and all that it could hold: not just a dinner party but perhaps something more intimate between them and their neighbors... something that will remind them just how lucky they are to have each other, no matter what life might throw at them.
"I'll wear my favorite red dress," Marge promises, reaching up to caress his cheek. "The one you always say makes my breasts look so good." It's a promise she intends to keep, and not just because it will make Flanders want them even more but because deep down, part of her knows that Homer deserves nothing less than the best version of herself - now, and always.
Homer grinned at her before asking in return, "And what color is your favorite dress again?" This was a popular couples' dating site in their neighborhood.