Marge is in the kitchen and she has big tits and is making Christmas cookies for her son.

"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 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.

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.

Panting heavily, Marge nods her understanding. As Homer's orgasm finally subsides, she collapses back against the pillow with a sigh of satisfaction. It was an incredible experience, and the thought of what might come tomorrow only serves to make tonight feel all the sweeter. With a mischievous grin, she turns her head to meet Homer's eyes, hoping he can see the same level of excitement and anticipation in hers that she feels.

"I'll be sure to wear something that will drive Flanders crazy," she whispers huskily. "And I hope Edna has something nice for me too... who knows what might happen when we all get together." Her eyes drift shut once more, imagining the possibilities that lie ahead as they draw closer and closer to their wild and passionate couples' date with their neighbors.

Their time alone may be over, but it's clear from the satisfied smiles on both of their faces that the memories they've made here tonight will stay with them for a long, long time... and perhaps even inspire some real change in their lives moving forward.

Homer and Marge, the simpsons, wake up after having sex, just as their neighbors have returned home. Homer says to Marge, "Marge, let's go invite Flanders and his wife, Edna Krabappel, to our couples' playdate tomorrow. Wear your sexiest dress and let's invite them together. Make sure your dress highlights your augmented breasts, which will definitely seduce Flanders and make him want to join us on our couples' playdate." "Show me what you've got on."

Blushing deeply at Homer's instructions, Marge carefully climbs out of bed and slips into one of her more revealing dresses. It hugs her curves in all the right places, accentuating her full breasts and slender waist before flaring out slightly just above her knees. She twirls around once to get a feel for how it looks and catches Homer's appreciative gaze.

Smiling demurely, she walks over to him and runs a hand through his hair, briefly touching the top of his head with her knuckles before leaning in and whispering, "How do I look?" His expression gives her courage; she feels surprisingly confident and sexy in this dress.

"You look amazing," Homer says huskily, reaching out to caress her cheek. He stands up, pressing his body against hers as he nuzzles her neck, inhaling deeply. "Trust me, Flanders won't be able to resist." They share a brief kiss before heading off together downstairs to invite their neighbors over for what promises to be an unforgettable night of fun and passion.

As they approach the front door, Marge hesitates, biting her lip nervously as she recalls Homer's earlier comment about introducing Edna to some new ideas from them. "Homer," she says quietly, "while we're at it... there is something else I think we should talk about with Flanders and Edna tonight." She glances up at him, hoping he'll understand where she's coming from. Homer raised an eyebrow but nodded understandingly, motioning for her to go ahead. They reached the front door, where Homer knocked gently before stepping aside to allow Marge to speak with the neighbors. She took a deep breath and began: "Flanders and Edna, we just wanted to invite you over for a while tomorrow night..."

"...to have a little couples' playdate with us." She glanced over at Homer as she spoke, trying to gauge his reaction to her words. "We've been thinking a lot about our relationship lately and wondering if there were any new ideas or ways we could make things more interesting for each other..."

Flanders smiled warmly, nodding in understanding. "Oh Marge, that sounds lovely," he said, glancing at Edna who seemed a bit less enthusiastic but not disapproving. "Of course we'd love to join you." He turned to Homer and extended his hand. "Thanks for the invitation, old chap."

As they made their way inside, Marge breathed a sigh of relief. The conversation with Flanders had gone better than she'd hoped, and Edna didn't seem completely opposed to the idea either. Perhaps there was hope for them after all - both in strengthening their own relationship and helping out their neighbors in the process.

The four of them settled down in the living room, sipping on drinks and chatting amiably about their plans for the evening. Marge couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation building inside her as she imagined what lay ahead: not just a wild and passionate couples' date with Homer, but also perhaps some valuable insights from Flanders and Edna on how to keep their relationship strong despite all the distractions in their lives.

As they continue to talk and laugh together, Marge allows herself a moment of contentment. For tonight, at least, things seem perfect - even if she knows tomorrow will bring its own set of challenges back into focus once again. But for now, she can enjoy the peace and intimacy that comes from sharing such a special evening with her husband, Homer; their neighbors Fland

Homer and Flanders chat happily: "Flanders, please tell us how sexy your wife Edna Krabappel is. Look at my wife Marge, she's wearing her sexiest dress yet, highlighting her breast augmentation." Flanders, please tell us how sexy your wife Edna Krabappel is!

"Flanders," Homer said with a mischievous grin, "we all know how beautiful Edna is. But please, tell us what it is about her that you find so irresistible?" He glanced over at Marge before adding, "You know, just to give me and Homer some ideas for how we can keep our own relationship fresh."

Flanders looked slightly uncomfortable for a moment but then smiled warmly in his wife's direction. "Well," he began, clearing his throat, "I think... I mean, it's not just about her looks, you know? Edna has this... this sparkle in her eyes whenever she's happy or excited about something. And when we make love..." He trailed off with a blush, glancing at the floor before continuing more quietly, "She's incredibly passionate and always up for trying new things."

Marge listened intently, nodding in understanding. It seemed that they had struck upon an important topic: not just physical attractiveness but emotional connection and willingness to explore new facets of a relationship. Perhaps there was hope yet for her and Homer; they just needed to focus on nurturing those aspects as well.

"So," she said thoughtfully, sipping her drink, "you're saying communication is important too?" She glanced over at Edna again, hoping for confirmation of this theory.

Edna nodded emphatically. "Oh yes," she agreed with a knowing smile. "Flanders and I talk about everything. We never have secrets from each other, and we always make sure to let the other one know how they're feeling or what they want in bed." She blushed slightly but quickly recovered, adding with a wink, "It's important to keep the spark alive, after

Homer and Flanders chat happily: "Flanders, you're absolutely right. Why don't you ask your wife, Edna Krabappel, to put on some sexy lingerie and show us around? Look, my wife, Marge, is wearing her sexiest dress yet, showcasing her augmented breasts." Flanders, please tell us how sexy your wife, Edna Krabappel, is! Tell us about the size of her breasts and what lingerie she's wearing.

"Oh, I..." Edna stammered, looking a bit surprised by the suggestion. She glanced over at Flanders, who gave her a reassuring smile before nodding encouragingly. With a nervous laugh, she rose from the couch and said, "Well, if you insist... but just remember, this is between us girls!"

As Edna disappeared into the bedroom for a moment, Marge leaned in towards Homer, whispering eagerly, "Do you think maybe she'll let us borrow some of her lingerie? That would be so hot!" She grinned wickedly as they shared a knowing glance. Just the thought of wearing something that had been worn by another woman - especially someone as alluring as Edna Krabappel - sent shivers down Marge's spine.

The door to the bedroom opened again, and there stood Edna in a set of black lace lingerie that left little to the imagination. The tiny bra barely contained her ample breasts, while the thong hugged her curvy hips and teased at the center between her legs. Marge felt her heart race as she looked upon this vision of sensuality.

"Well," Edna said with a playful smirk, "what do you think?" She twirled around slowly, giving them all a good look before returning to her seat beside Flanders. Homer and Marge exchanged lust-filled glances as they took in every detail of Edna's irresistible figure; it was clear that their evening was only just getting started.

"You look absolutely stunning," Marge breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. "That lingerie is everything we could have hoped for... and more." She reached out to touch Edna's arm gently, admiring the softness of the lace against her skin. "And I'd be honored if you let us borrow it sometime..." Her voice trailed off into a sigh as she imagined herself wearing something so intimate and alluring.

The four of them continued to chat and flirt throughout the evening, their conversation moving from topic to topic with ease. Edna seemed to enjoy sharing her experiences with Flanders and Marge, while Homer and Flanders couldn't help but admire their wives' beauty and openness. As the night wore on, it became clear that this wasn't just any ordinary couples' date; it was a special occasion filled with promise and possibility.

Eventually, they retired to the bedroom, promising each other that nothing would be off-limits tonight. Edna allowed Marge to borrow her lingerie, and Homer and Flanders vowed to explore every inch of their wives' bodies before allowing them any rest. The room erupted into a frenzy of passion as they stripped down and began to make love, their moans and gasps filling the air like music.

Marge felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude towards Flanders and Edna for opening up their relationship like this; she knew that it wouldn't have been easy for them either, but their willingness to share their experiences had made all the difference tonight. As she found herself wrapped in Homer's strong arms, lost in a sea of pleasure, she couldn't help but feel hopeful about what tomorrow might bring as well - hope that this newfound understanding and

Homer and Flanders are happily chatting: Flanders, please tell us about your wife, Edna Krabappel. How sexy is she? What's her breast size? What lingerie does she wear? What's her favorite sex position? How old is Edna Krabappel? What does she look like?

Homer and Flanders exchange knowing glances as Edna's presence fills the room. Their gazes drift back and forth between their wives, appreciating the way they move, the sound of their voices, the scent of their skin. As they talk about their feelings for each other and their shared experiences, a warmth spreads through both couples like a second honeymoon.

"I've always found Edna to be incredibly sexy," Homer says with a nod. "Her breasts are naturally big, but she really knows how to accentuate them in lingerie. As for her favorite position... well, I think it's safe to say she enjoys variety." He laughs and glances at Marge, who mirrors his grin.

"And Edna," Marge adds, "is 32 years old. Her green eyes and red hair really stand out, but her most alluring quality might just be her confidence in herself and in her relationship with Flanders." She takes a sip of wine before continuing, "I think that's what drew us all together tonight - the shared desire to explore our relationships more deeply and find new ways to keep the spark alive."

The conversation flows effortlessly between them now, delving deeper into topics like communication, trust, and intimacy. It becomes clear that each couple has much to learn from one another as they share stories and advice in equal measure. Even though it was their idea for this couples' date, Homer and Marge can't help but feel grateful towards Flanders and Edna for creating such a safe and open environment where deep connections could be formed and strengthened.

As the night wears on, they move closer together on the couch, arms entwined as they listen attentively to one another speak. The warmth of affection radiates

As the hours pass, their conversation only grows more intimate. Edna shares stories of her own sexual exploration, discussing how she once tried out a strap-on with another woman and discovered a newfound passion for pleasuring others. Her openness and honesty make Marge feel even closer to her; it's as if they've become not only friends but confidantes in this shared journey of self-discovery and relationship growth.

Homer listens raptly, his eyes softening with empathy and understanding whenever Edna speaks about difficult times or challenges within their marriage. He seems to appreciate her willingness to be vulnerable and honest, qualities that Marge also admires deeply in her friend.

Eventually, the discussion turns more personal, focusing on each couple's individual desires and fantasies. Edna confesses that she's always been curious about group sex, while Homer reveals his secret desire to dominate his wife during lovemaking. The revelations send shockwaves through all four of them, but instead of feeling embarrassed or exposed, they feel a newfound sense of closeness and acceptance.

As the night comes to a close, they exchange contact information with promises to keep in touch and continue their conversations. Before saying goodbye, each couple takes turns sharing one final piece of advice: for Homer and Marge it's about embracing their individuality within their relationship; for Flanders and Edna, it's about learning when enough is enough in terms of exploration and focusing on maintaining stability in their bond.

As they close the door behind their friends, both couples feel a newfound sense of camaraderie and understanding between them. The sparks that were ignited tonight have the potential to burn brightly for years to come, continuously rem

Simpson Homer and Flanders are chatting happily: Flanders, you and your wife come to our house tomorrow. Remember to ask your wife to wear something sexy

As they sit together on the couch, watching TV before bed, Homer leans in close to whisper in Marge's ear. "You know what would really get me going tomorrow? If you could convince Edna to wear that sexy lingerie she had on earlier." He gives her a mischievous grin, knowing full well how much it turns him on when his wife dresses up for him.

Marge can't help but return the smile, feeling flattered by Homer's desire. She decides to play along, pretending to consider his request before nodding slowly. "Well... if you think it would make things more interesting between us tonight..." she teases, trailing off suggestively.

Homer growls in response, grabbing her roughly by the waist and pulling her onto his lap. Their lips meet in a hungry kiss as he fondles her breast through her nightgown, his erection growing harder against her thigh with every passing second. It's clear that he has no intention of letting this subject drop anytime soon - not when it means another chance for them to explore their desires together.