Marge awoke to the sounds of birds chirping outside her bedroom window. She rolled onto her side and looked over at her husband; Homer had also been stirred by the songs of the birds. Marge leaned in towards her husband and pressed her lips against his. Homer moved his hand up to her chest and groped her breasts, Marge moaned and pushed Homer down onto his back. She slipped her hands inside the waistband of his pajamas and pulled them down, exposing his manhood. She grasped it in her hand and started to stroke him. Homer gasped and gripped the bedsheets as Marge quickened her pace, she seductively lowered her head and placed the head of his cock into her mouth and began to bob her head atop his cock. As she worked Marge slid her hand beneath her panties to rub her clit, and felt her pussy beginning to moisten. She pulled off her panties and threw them in Homer's face and straddled him, before gently pushing his cock inside of her. Marge groaned as she felt Homer's five inch member fill her hole. She pulled her nightie up off her head, exposing her perky breasts bouncing as she rode his cock. Homer grabbed her tits and squeezed and Marge's breathing grew heavy as pleasure began to spread throughout her body. Homer grunted as his cock once again slammed up inside of Marge's tight pussy; Marge could tell Homer was close to orgasm, so she quickened her pace and Homer started to shake, and then his cock erupted inside of Marge, shooting a hot load of cum inside of her vagina. Marge continued to chase her orgasm but she found herself unable as Homer went limp inside of her. She stood up, slipping his cock outside of her, cum dripped from her cunt as she hopped off the bed onto the floor, pecked Homer on the cheek and headed into the bathroom to wash up.
Marge turned on the shower and let the hot water fill the room with steam. She stepped into the stream and felt the water cover her naked body. She grabbed soap and started to wash her chest, rubbing the suds across each of her breasts, as her hands worked their way downward, she found herself fondling her clit once again. Her vagina was still throbbing from fucking Homer, and she was still seeking her ever elusive orgasm. Her fingers began to work and she felt her knees buckle, she grabbed the shower head and blasted water directly onto her clit. This sensation brought her to her knees inside of the shower, and she sat back, leaning against the wall, legs spread, shooting water directly onto her clit. Her toes curled and her teeth clenched as she felt herself getting closer. She closed her eyes in anticipation and waited for the crushing wave of bliss to hit her.
"Mom! We need breakfast!"
Marge was suddenly brought back down to earth. She shut off the shower and stood up gingerly, her legs still shaky from the water. Her body screamed, demanding an orgasm but Marge knew that the kids were already late for school. She toweled herself dry, slipped on a ragged old bra, a comfortable pair of old underwear, put on her dress and made her way downstairs. She quickly handed Bart and Lisa each a piece of toast and some fruit and pushed them out the door. She watched Homer pull out of the driveway and race off to work, and then she saw Otto drive past in the school bus, Bart and Lisa still preoccupied inside.
By the time she returned home, Marge was exhausted. Bart forgot to finish his science homework, Lisa needed a field trip form signed and Maggie was late to daycare. Just as she was about to collapse on the couch, the phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Howdy neighboureeno! Sorry to bother you but I diddly dang forgot my Leftorium stock sheet at home. Would you diddly darn mind to go into my house and send me a picture of the file?"
"Sure Ned, not a problem," Marge replied overly sweetly.
Ned failed to pick up on Marge's sarcasm as he detailed where in his home she would find the file, and Marge could practically hear him smiling through the phone as he thanked her and hung up. She rummaged inside the junk drawer until she found the Flanders' spare key, then headed out to her neighbour's house. She unlocked the door and walked up the steps to the bedroom, where the file lay, atop their bed. She snapped a photo of it and send it off to Ned.
Marge sat down on the Flanders' bed and admired their room. It was immaculate, not a single item out of place. Family pictures adorned the walls and a bible rested on the nightstand. Out of curiosity, Marge began to look around. She looked at their pictures: Rod and Todd as babies, their family trip to Israel, and their visit to the beach. Marge stopped and admired the last photo. Ned's upper body was exposed and she hungrily gazed at his chiseled abs and angular biceps. Standing next to him was Maude, wearing a bikini. Marge gawked at the size of Maude's breasts, barely contained by the bathing suit. She continued wandering around their bedroom, stopping at the walk in closet. The front end of the closet contained their day-to-day clothes and further back Marge found their formal attire, suits and dresses; yet as she pushed even further back she discovered the Maude's delicates: her lingerie. Maude had over a dozen different scandalous outfits in a variety of different styles. Marge selected a two-piece set and carried it out into the bedroom. She pulled off her dress and looked at herself in the mirror. Her old bra hid her breasts rather than accentuating them and her panties were barely hanging on to her waist. She slipped them off and began to put on Maude's lingerie. She slid the stocking over her long legs and hooked them up to the thong that squeezed between her ass. Then she put on the bra, which pushed up her breasts making them appear to double in size. She looked at herself in the mirror once again. She was gorgeous. She walked over the the Flanders' bed and lay down beneath the covers. Her hand once again found her clit, but before she could commence, her fatigue caught up with her, forcing her to drift to sleep.