The Sweetest Manjula
Homer sat in front of the TV, beer in one hand, remote in the other. Marge watched him from the hallway, the flickering light of the small screen casting long shadows across her face.
I have to tell him…I can't face Manjula again unless I've told him…
She saw brief flashes of that night, nearly a week ago. She shuddered, thrilled and frightened by it. Homer started laughing out loud.
"Hahaha! Oh, that Conan! Hehe, look at him! Doin' his little dance! Heeheehee! Ah, does he even know he's on camera?"
Now, I'll tell him now.
She stepped into the living room.
"Uh, Homie…"
"Shh! Not now Marge!"
He looked back at the TV screen, hearing the sound of massive laughter.
"Aww, I missed his Paris Hilton joke! Those are always original!"
He shook his beer can.
"Uh uh, almost empty. Better get another while he's moving to his desk."
"Homer-!"
Homer stood and walked to the kitchen. Marge murmured, then followed him. Homer was bending over, getting another can of beer.
"Homer, we need to talk."
He stood up, holding a fresh can.
"About what, pumpkin pie?"
Marge looked down, frowning.
"Why don't we sit down, it's a bit of a long story.
Fifteen minutes later…
"So, essentially, you're telling me you cheated on me with a woman, and that she video taped it and plans to use it to get back at Apu. And, she wants me to join you while we both commit adultery-tandem-with a friend of our so she can get back at her husband?"
Marge looked down and shook her head.
"Homer…what I did was so wrong…if you never want to talk to me again, I-"
"Sweet merciful crap!" He stood up, setting his hands on the sides of his face.
"Homie, please," Marge begged, near tears.
He rushed over to her, took her hands, and kissed her deeply.
"I'm married to a freaking porn star! Marge, do you know how many men have dreamed about there wife inviting them to a threesome?"
"Well, no, I assumed most would think it repulsive."
"Honey, it'd be like me getting the groceries, cooking, cleaning, and not asking for sex for three years straight! It's every man's dream!"
"Really?"
"Ofcourse! Especially with a babe like Manjula! Ow!"
Marge frowned.
"D'ah, I mean, even a threesome with a mutilated Star Jones would be fun with you, Marge, hehe…"
"Hrrmmmm…."