Marge stared at her naked body in the mirror. Steam from her shower rose from the ground and clouded her vision. As the mist cleared she looked down at her breasts - they were still perky and firm despite her three children. She turned around and glanced back at her ample buttocks, she reached back and gripped it with her hand, then smacked it hard, leaving a red handprint. As she finished wiping herself dry she knelt down and began to prepare her body for the evening: she began by slipping her sultry body into a slim fitting lingerie that thinning her waist and accentuated her butt and breasts, then, she slipped into a stunning red dress which had a slit at the thigh exposing her long legs, and finally, she slid her small toes into high black heels. She looked back at herself in the mirror, smacked her lips twice, then adjusted her cleavage so that the maximum amount was showing, and then she left.
Downstairs Maude Flanders - the kids' babysitter - had just arrived. Marge greeted her with a smile then quickly whisked Homer out the door to the car. Marge was anxious the entire car ride over, she kept fidgeting with her purse and biting her tongue, but Homer was oblivious to her worries, belting out lyrics to whatever song happened to be on the radio. As the car pulled up to the restaurant and the valet opened her door, Marge confidently stepped outside, ready to face the world. The instant she walked inside the restaurant she could feel that everyone's eyes had snapped to her. Her radiant beauty captivated the room. She sat down at her table and looked back at all the men who were gawking at her - she liked all the attention. As per usual Homer made his food order as soon as the waiter came around, so as not to waste any time, then he snarfed down the appetizer leaving Marge only crumbs. But despite his vulgarity, Homer began to paw at Marge's hand.
"Please…" he begged, "please…"
"No Homer!" Marge snapped.
"Just this one time" the lumbering oaf begged.
"Fine!" Marge conceded, knowing his pleads would have never stopped.
She leaned over close to him and slid her hand down beneath his pants and grasped his cock. As she began to stroke it she felt Homer get erect. She started to speed up her movements, working up and down his shaft and tickling the head of his cock. Homer groaned as she squeezed him tightly. Marge had barely been working for a minute when Homer suddenly grasped the armrests of his chair, his entire body tensed and then Marge felt him blow a hot load all over her hand and the inside of his pants. She brought her hand up to her mouth and licked it clean. Meanwhile, Homer looked down at his cum covered pants and quietly muttered
"Thank you."
Marge cheerfully smiled at him and replied,
"You're welcome Homie, I'm going to clean myself up."
The sun dimmed outside of the restaurant while one patron tried to hide the wet spot on the front of his pants, while the other adjusted her thong as she headed towards the Men's washroom.