(A/N): Done as a request for Si3075.
Chapter 1
It was a wonderful Friday morning in Springfield. The birds were humming a tune, the squirrels running around looking for nuts. Things looked like a normal Friday but not today. There pulling up on the drive way of the Simpsons home is real estate agent Lindsey, who is going to forever change the very lives of the Simpsons. But mostly for Marge.
Lindsey approached the door of the Simpsons home and rang the doorbell. In a few seconds the door opened up and there was her best friend Marge Simpson, who was happy to see her since she was expecting for her to arrive.
"Oh my goodness, you're here!" exclaimed Marge Simpson, beaming with delight as she spotted her friend, Lindsey Neagle, standing at her doorstep. "You know, I was just telling Homer the other day how I thought you were one of the most gorgeous women in Springfield. He didn't believe me, of course, but..." She trailed off, blushing furiously.
Lindsey lets herself in before closing and locking the door. Marge takes her to the living room as the two sit down on the couch and continue the conversation.
Lindsey smiled coyly in response, her eyes twinkling. "Oh, Marge, you're just too kind. I mean, I've been lonely too, you know? Being single and all... I just thought I'd never find someone like you," she admitted, taking a tentative step forward and reaching out to touch Marge's hand. "I mean, you're just so... hot."
Marge's face flushed even deeper at the compliment. "Well, I... I don't know what to say," she stammered, her cheeks burning red. She glanced down at the floor, unable to meet Lindsey's gaze. "I mean, you're not interested in... you know..." she trailed off, gesturing about her overweight husband, Homer who left for work two hours ago without telling her that he loves her let alone not getting a goodbye kiss.
Lindsey shook her head slowly, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Oh, no, honey. I'm not interested in him. It's you I've had my eye on," Lindsey confessed, leaning in a bit closer. "And I've come up with a plan. See, I've decided to go lesbian... and I want you to be my first married woman."
As the words left Lindsey's lips, Marge's heart raced wildly in her chest. She felt a thrill of excitement course through her veins, making her body tingle all over. She looked into Lindsey's eyes and found herself unable to resist the pull of those lustful lesbain eyes. Before she knew what was happening, their lips were locked in a passionate kiss, their tongues tangling together as they explored each other's mouths.
The living room spun around them, lost in a haze of desire and lust. Marge felt Lindsey's strong arms wrap around her waist, pulling her closer still. She moaned into the kiss, unable to get enough of the feel of those soft lips against hers. As their kiss deepened, she became aware of Lindsey's hand slipping up under her blouse, tracing circles on her bare back.
"Oh, Marge," Lindsey gasped, breaking the kiss for only a moment. "I've wanted this for so long... Please, just let me go through with my plan." Her voice was breathless, pleading.
Marge hesitated for only a moment, torn between the excitement of the forbidden girl on girl love and the fear of what it might mean for her family. But then, as Lindsey's hand brushed against the bare skin of her lower back, sending a shiver of pleasure through her, she found herself giving in to temptation. She wrapped her arms around Lindsey's waist and pulled her closer, returning the kiss with renewed passion.
Their tongues danced together as they stumbled over to the couch, their bodies pressing tightly against each other. As they kissed, Marge felt Lindsey's fingers deftly undoing the buttons of her blouse, revealing her lace bra beneath. She gasped into the kiss as Lindsey's cool fingers traced circles around her nipples, making them harden against the fabric.
"Oh, Marge," Lindsey moaned, her breath hot against Marge's ear. "You're so beautiful... so perfect..." Her hand slid lower, tracing a path down Marge's smooth stomach, teasingly skimming over her rounded belly button before continuing southward. Marge arched her back, pressing her hips forward, wanting more of the exquisite touch.
"I... I don't know..." she managed to whisper between ragged breaths. "This feels... wrong..." But even as she said the words, she knew that she didn't really mean them. She wanted this... needed this... needed the feel of another woman's skin against hers.
Lindsey stopped what she was doing, pulling back to look into Marge's eyes. "I won't make you do anything you don't want to," she said softly, her fingers still resting lightly on Marge's panties. "I just... I just want you to know that I want you. I know you are a loyal married woman and a wonderful loving and caring mother to your three wonderful children. But if you ever change your mind... if you ever want this..." She trailed off, her voice catching in her throat.
Marge bit her lip, her heart racing as she considered Lindsey's words. She couldn't deny the desire that surged through her whenever Lindsey was near. And the thought of being with her... of having her... it was intoxicating. She loves her kids to death and doesn't want them to see or think of her differently in this dim light. But as for her husband, Homer. The man never focuses his time or attention on her regardless of what all she has done for him. Instead of being treated and being valued like the rarest material in the world from Homer, he goes and flushes his time and money at Moe's and comes home drunk or never comes home in the morning. So, now, in this moment of truth, Marge is going to give her honest answer and the result of it will be Homer's own fault for not being the man she wants him to be.
Taking a deep breath, Marge slowly nodded. "Okay," she whispered. "I want this too."
Lindsey's grinned in her triumphant score of winning the heart of Marge Simpson as she leaned in once more, as her lips found Marge's lips once again. Their tongues danced together, their bodies pressing closer as their hands explored each other with newfound desire. Marge felt Lindsey's fingers slip beneath the lace of her panties, teasing her wetness as they slid upward toward her clit. She moaned into the kiss, arching her back in response to the sensation.
"Oh God, Marge," Lindsey groaned, her fingers expertly circling Marge's engorged nub. "You feel so good..." Her other hand found its way up to Marge's bra, fumbling with the clasp before finally freeing her aching nipple. Marge cried out as Lindsey rolled her hardened peak between her fingers, sending shivers of pleasure through her entire body.
"Ohhhhhhhh," Marge gasped, her hips bucking against Lindsey's hand. "Don't... don't stop..."
Lindsey continued her ministrations, her fingers moving in a rhythm that was almost cruel in its intensity. Marge's head fell back, her eyes rolling back in her head as the pleasure built and built within her. With each passing moment, she felt closer and closer to the edge, her entire body taut with anticipation.
As Lindsey leaned in to kiss her again, their lips barely brushing against each other, Marge felt the wave of release wash over her, sending her crashing into the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced. Her body shook violently, her cries of pleasure filling the room as her hips bucked uncontrollably against Lindsey's hand.
Finally, as the last tremors subsided, Marge collapsed limply against the couch, panting heavily. Lindsey moved in to nestle her head against Marge's shoulder, their bodies still pressed together. "I've always wanted this," she whispered. "I'm so glad you gave in... I'm so glad it was you."
Marge wrapped her arms around Lindsey, feeling a mix of contentment and guilt wash over her. She knew they couldn't keep doing this... that their affair will tear the Simpson Family apart. But for now, in this moment, she couldn't bring herself to regret a single second of the passion they had shared.
Lindsey's breath was warm against her neck, and Marge could feel the softness of her breasts pressed against her own. She closed her eyes, taking in the sensation, wanting to remember this feeling for as long as she could.
"I love how you feel," Lindsey murmured, kissing Marge's jaw. "So soft... so real."
Lindsey smiled, feeling a blush creep up her cheeks. "You're not so bad yourself," she managed to say, her voice still shaky from their lovemaking. "I mean... I've always thought you were attractive... but I never thought..."
"Never thought I'd be with you?" Lindsey finished, her voice laced with both desire and uncertainty.
Marge opened her eyes, meeting Lindsey's gaze. "I never thought I'd want this... with anyone but Homer."
"Forget about your fatass of a sorry ass husband, Marge." Lindsey grinned sexually. "You need to think about my tongue."
With that said, Lindsey got down on her knees before spreading Marge's legs wide open and saw her wet womanhood. Lindsey licked her lips to help decrease her dryness on her lips as she got closer and began licking Marge's vagina in such yummy delight.
Marge groaned, feeling the wet heat of Lindsey's smooth tongue envelop her, as the other woman knelt between her legs, spreading them wide after she closed them from sensation. "Oh, God..." she moaned, arching her back as she felt Lindsey's tongue begin to circle her clit, teasing and tormenting her.
Lindsey's hand moved up to Marge's thigh, slowly inching higher, tracing along the delicate skin until she reached her aching nipple. Marge cried out, her hips bucking against Lindsey's touch as the sensations overwhelmed her. "Oh, Lindsey..." she breathed, her fingers tangling in the red hair that fell across the blonde's shoulders.
Lindsey smiled against Marge's flesh, her tongue moving faster now, as if to prove that she was in control here. Marge's body trembled beneath her, her breath coming in ragged gasps as the pleasure built within her. It felt so good, so wrong, but so right at the same time.
"You like that, Marge?" Lindsey purred, sucking hard on her clit before flicking it with her tongue. "You like feeling me touch you like this?"
Marge's reply was a moan of ecstasy, her hips moving wildly against Lindsey's face as the pleasure coursed through her body. She knew they couldn't keep doing this going with the fear of someone going to walk in on them. Marge can already hear her family telling her that this is wrong, but at this moment, she couldn't bring herself to care. All that mattered was the feeling of Lindsey's mouth on her, the heat of their bodies pressed together, and the overwhelming sensations that threatened to consume her.
As she neared the brink, as the orgasm gathered strength within her, Marge reached down, threading her fingers through Lindsey's hair, urging her on. And when the wave of release crashed over her, when she cried out Lindsey's name as her body convulsed in pleasure, it was almost enough to make her forget everything else. Almost.
But even as the last tremors subsided, as Marge lay panting and spent against the couch, she knew that this is the best thing she ever had in her whole life. Marge sees why her sister, Patty, is into women. Lindsey got to her feet while removing her and Marge's heel shoes to relax better, especially what this real estate agent is about to do.
"Alright, Marge, it's your turn to eat me out." said Lindsey.
Before Marge can say a word, she was then pulled off the couch and got her clothes fully pulled off her. Next, Lindsey pushed Marge down with her hand on her head and made the cheating wife in a squatting position. Marge can smell Lindsey's wonderful vagina as it was calling her. Without being asked, Marge wrapped her mouth to Lindsey's vagina to the woman's delight.
"Oh, fuck, yes!." Lindsey cried out when looking up at the ceiling with her tongue out like a dog.
The feel of Marge's lips and tongue on her clit and the soft, wet suction on her labia was nearly too much to bear. Her hips bucked upward, pressing against the other woman's face, desperate for more contact, more pleasure. The hot breath against her folds, the gentle tug on her sensitive buds, it was all so good, so decadent.
Lindsey arched her back, throwing her head back as another wave of pleasure washed over her. She felt like she could climax again, and she knew it was all thanks to Marge's expert ministrations. "Oh, God, yes," she moaned, her fingers digging into Marge's hair, holding her in place.
When Marge paused to spit on her pussy, Lindsey looked down, her heart racing. She knew what Marge was about to do, and she couldn't wait. The feel of her soon to be wife's warm saliva hit her pussy and then feeling her fingers rubbing it in just sent a shiver down her spine, making her nipples harden even more.
And then Marge was back, her lips and tongue working in perfect harmony as she sucked and licked and nibbled at Lindsey's most intimate parts. Lindsey felt herself losing control, her breath coming in ragged gasps as the pleasure built inside her once again.
"That's it, baby," she whispered, her fingers digging into Marge's shoulders. "Suck it all out."
As Marge worked her magic, Lindsey closed her eyes, focusing on the sensations coursing through her body. The hot, wet feel of Marge's mouth, the gentle scrape of her teeth against her sensitive flesh, the soft suction that seemed to pull her very essence out of her. It was almost too much to bear, but she didn't want it to end. She wanted this to go on forever.
And then, finally, with a cry that seemed to echo through the room, Lindsey orgasmed, her body arching sharply as pleasure washed over her in a wave of heat and light. She cried out Marge's name, feeling the tension release from every part of her as her inner muscles clenched tight around the other woman's face. Her hips bucked, urging Marge on, her fingers digging into the soft flesh of her wife's shoulders. Lindsey cames into Marge's mouth like a river. Marge had Lindsey's woman juices filled in her mouth before swallowing in one big gulp.
"Mmmm, your juices taste very yummy!. Have you been eating a lot of fruit this morning?." asked Marge, sucking on her fingers that had leftovers of Lindsey's essence.
Lindsey nodded. "Yep, I had a nice big bowl of pineapples, strawberries, grapes, and slice apples this morning. You like?."
"I love it!." said Marge standing up while Lindsey had her hands on both of her gorgeous fat ass cheeks.
Lindsey squeezed, slapped, and moved Marge's wonderfully thicc fat ass cheeks in her enjoyment. She has always wanted to feel another woman's ass. Since guys have always lusted over a woman's good fat booty then why can a woman do the same as well?.
"Let's finish this up before I let you pack up your things and write your farewell letter to your family." said Lindsey, who has stopped playing with Marge's ass.
"And what will you do in the time being?." Marge asked with a brow raised.
"I will be calling up my best friend who is a lawyer. He will be the one helping you with your divorce settlement. Let your husband take care of your kids, since I bet he never spends any time with them anyway." said Lindsey.
"Oh, how right you are, Lindsey." Marge smirked. "Time to think about my needs and wants for once. Fuck my three ungrateful kids. They are a bunch of burden little bastards anyways."
Lindsey chuckled. "Alright. Now, lay all the way down on the couch. We are going to do some scissoring."
"Ooooooo." Marge's eyes lit up on that sex position. "Patty told me that she did that a few times with Edna. Let's do it, honey!."
Marge quickly lay on the couch and opened herself up. Lindsey positioned herself between Marge's spread legs, feeling the heat radiating off of her as she lowered her hips. She guided her wet pussy to Marge's wet pussy, the soft wet lips parting to welcome her in as both of their vaginas made full contact. Marge's moan vibrated against her stomach as she thrust her hips up, meeting Lindsey's movements. Their hips slid against each other in a rhythmic motion, their bodies grinding together as they sought out pleasure. Lindsey grabbed onto Marge's right ankle to help stay in position. She rubbed against Marge's vagina in utter enjoyment as both woman were lost in the fucking.
"Oh god, yes!" Marge cried out, her nails digging into Lindsey's back. "Don't stop, baby! Give me more of that!"
Lindsey let out a moan, feeling her own climax building within her. She thrust harder, faster, their pussies slapping together in a rhythm that was becoming more and more frenzied. Her breathing grew labored, her muscles tense as she neared the brink.
"I'm gonna cum, Marge!" she gasped, her hips bucking wildly. "Take it, take it all, Baby!"
Marge arched her back, her eyes rolled back in pleasure as she felt the first wave of orgasm crash over her. Her muscles tightened, her pussy clenching in Lindsey's pussy, her body shuddering with release. As Lindsey came, their combined juices made a sticky mess on the couch, but neither of them cared as they continued to grind against each other in a frenzy of passion. Their moans filled the room, their bodies intertwined as they experienced the most intense scissoring session of their lives. The two women didn't know when to stop as their energy was still running strong.
Lindsey picks up speed while kissing and licking the arch of Marge's right foot after smelling it. Marge was just loving it as she now understands why Patty loves being a lesbain. Marge can feel every single pounding that Lindsey is giving her and just has to breathe out through her mouth.
"Oh fuck, Lindsey!" Marge moans. "You're so good at that! Oh god, I'm gonna cum again!"
Lindsey smiles, feeling Marge's tightening around her. She continues to thrust, their hips slapping together in a rhythmic dance of desire. The sound of skin on skin, the wet slapping noise of their pussies together echoes through the room. The air is heavy with the scent of their arousal, making it hard to breathe without taking in the heady mix of musk and sweat.
"That's it, baby," Lindsey pants, her nails digging into Marge's ass as she feels her own orgasm building once again. "Take everything I have, Marge."
Marge whimpers, arching her back as another wave of orgasm washes over her. She feels like she could orgasm endlessly as Lindsey continues to thrust, her pussy clenching and relaxing around her lover's flesh. Their hips move faster, harder, their breath coming in ragged gasps as they lose themselves in the intensity of their lovemaking.
Finally, Lindsey's orgasm crashes over her, their bodies shuddering together as they reach the pinnacle of pleasure. Their juices flow freely between their bodies, lubricating the frantic grinding motion as they writhe together in ecstasy. The two women collapse into each other, panting, their sweaty bodies sticking together as they try to catch their breath.
"Oh my god," Marge whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of their labored breathing. "That was... that was amazing!. That was fucking amazing!."
Lindsey laughs, her chest heaving as she looks down at Marge with a satisfied smile. "I know, right? Who knew we had this in us?" She wipes some sweat from her brow, then reaches down to pull them back up, their bodies still sticking together.
Marge giggles, running her fingers through the mess of wet hair that's fallen across her forehead. "Well, Patty sure did say that women on women sex is amazing, but I didn't realize it was like this." She shivers, feeling the last vestiges of desire fading away, leaving her content and sated.
"Damn, I am getting super lusted." Lindsey got off of Marge. "Now, I want to eat out your ass."
"Oh my god," Marge gasps, her eyes wide with shock and desire. "You're not serious?."
Lindsey grins, crawling up between Marge's spread legs. "Oh, but I am, baby. I want to taste you, feel you, all around my tongue. Your ass is so tight and perfect, I can't wait to be in there, exploring every inch of it."
Marge's heart races with anticipation as she feels Lindsey's breath on her ass cheek. "Oh god, Lindsey..." she moans, arching her back to give her better access. "I-I've never... I mean, I've never had anyone..."
Lindsey laughs, kissing Marge's ass cheek. "Don't worry, I'll take good care of you. Just relax and enjoy the ride, babe." She runs her tongue along Marge's perineum, then pushes two fingers into her, feeling her tightness grip around them. "You're so fucking ready for this," she whispers, licking her lips as she positions herself between Marge's spread legs.
With one steady push, Lindsey's tongue breaches Marge's ass, sliding easily inside. Marge cries out, arching her back as the invasion sends shockwaves of pleasure through her body. She feels so full, so taken, as Lindsey begins to thrust her tongue in and out of her, flicking and teasing her most intimate spot.
"Oh fuck, Lindsey," she gasps, her hips rocking back to meet each stroke. "That feels... so good." Her words are slurred, her mind foggy with lust as Lindsey expertly works her magic.
Marge's muscles begin to tense, her body tensing as the pleasure builds inside her. "I'm... I'm close," she whispers, her voice shaking with anticipation. "Don't stop..."
Lindsey picks up the pace, her tongue dancing against Marge's G-spot, her fingers digging deeper into her ass. She can feel Marge's orgasm building, growing more urgent with each thrust. She looks up, meeting Marge's eyes, and sees the unmistakable spark of release in them.
"Come for me, baby," she whispers, her voice thick with desire. "Let it all out."
Marge's orgasm crashes over her like a wave, her body tensing and convulsing as she cries out in ecstasy. Her muscles spasm around Lindsey's fingers and tongue, and her ass clenched tightly, milking every last drop of pleasure from Lindsey's ministrations. Marge sets back up with a look of happiness. She feels her chest were heavy and know that means and can not wait to release them.
"Are you thirsty, Lindsey?." Marge asked seductively.
Lindsey smacked her lips. "As a matter of fact, Marge, I am. All of this heated fucking has made be very parched."
Marge held her boobs and said. "Then come over here and drink my milk. I never breastfeed Maggie, so you are going to be the first."
"Score!." said Lindsey.
She climbed on the couch, straddling Marge's chest, and lowered her face to one of Marge's exposed breasts. Marge arched her back, presenting her breast to Lindsey, as she ran her fingers through her hair. Lindsey closed her eyes, savoring the warmth and softness of Marge's breast in her mouth. She suckled gently at first, enjoying the taste of Marge's skin, before moving her lips and teeth, teasing the sensitive nipple. She tasted Marge's milk as it tasted a bit like milk that is in the bowl with soggy honey nut cheerios cereal which she loves that type of milk.
As she nursed from Marge, she reached down between their bodies, feeling the softness of Marge's sex against her palm. She slipped a finger inside, feeling the wetness there, and began to stroke her in time with her sucking. Marge cried out, her hips bucking into Lindsey's hand as the dual sensations sent waves of pleasure through her.
"Oh god, Lindsey," she moaned, her body arching into the touch. "That feels so good." She wrapped her arms around Lindsey, pulling her closer, as if afraid that this perfect moment might slip away.
Lindsey continued to tease Marge's breast, sucking and licking until Marge's whole body tensed, her muscles clenching tightly. She felt Marge's orgasm ripple through her, her milk flowing more freely into her mouth. She held onto Marge, riding out the waves of pleasure together, savoring every drop of her sweet, delicious milk.
When at last the pleasure subsided, they lay there together, panting and sweaty. Lindsey pulled away from Marge's breast, licking her lips and looking into Marge's eyes. "Mmm, that was amazing," she breathed. "Thank you."
Marge stroked Lindsey's hair, her fingers running through the soft strands. "You're welcome, sweetie. That was... incredible." She glanced down at their bodies, still entwined. "I never thought... I mean, I've always known you were different, but I never expected..." Her voice trailed off, and she blushed.
Lindsey smiled, her cheeks flushed. "Neither did I. But I'm glad it happened. I feel so close to you right now." She leaned in, their lips mere inches apart. "I want to be close to you all the time, Marge. I want us to be together."
"We will as soon as I start packing my things and writing my letter. Where are we going anyway?." Marge asked when getting up.
"We are driving to Las Vegas and getting married there. Plus, we can spend our honeymoon there and play a few rounds on the slot machines." said Lindsey, when pulling her phone out to dial the lawyer and set up a reservation to one of the hotel's in Vegas.
Marge nodded. "Perfect."
Marge went into her room and grabbed two suitcases and began filling them up.
Lindsey made sure she had everything she needed and went back to the living room to wait for Marge to finish packing. She sat down on the couch and thought about their future together. The idea of getting married and spending the rest of her life with Marge was incredibly exciting, but it also filled her with a sense of calm and contentment. She knew that no matter what happened, they would face it together. Plus, she might hook Cookie up with Marge's gay sister since she knows her best friend will never find a man anytime soon.
Marge came down with her suitcases with a big smile before heading over to the kitchen and writing the letter. After putting her luggages into the trunk, Marge got in the car before kissing Lindsey before the two could pull out of the driveway and drove out of sight. Making their way to Las Vegas. Hours later, Homer comes home with his mind set on dinner but does not smell anything cooking. He saw Bart, Lisa, and Maggie in the kitchen hurt and saddened.
"Hey, you three, what is wrong?. Where is your mom?." Homer asked.
Bart frowned. "This is all your fault, Homer." before leaving the kitchen in anger.
Homer looked clueless. "What did I do?."
"Daddy, you really did it this time." said an eight year old Maggie, before going to go order pizza.
Lisa hands her father the letter. "Here, Dad. You can go to Moe's after you are down reading it. It will help drown your sorrows. As for me, I now have to grow up with Mom out of the picture. Thanks a lot, Dad."
"What are you kids talking about?." Homer finally looks at the letter and reads what it says.
Tears began to well up in his eyes as he continued to read it. "No, this can't be true... Marge would never leave me. She would never find someone better..." He shook his head, denying the words written in front of him. "This must be some sort of joke. A bad joke. A cruel joke..."
As Homer slumped into a chair, his shoulders slumped in defeat, his heart shattering into a million pieces. He couldn't believe that she was really gone. That she had found happiness with someone else and didn't want to come back. It felt like a knife had been twisted in his chest, over and over again. He heads on over to Moe's and drowns his sorrows. Moe looked at Homer while cleaning a few mugs.
"What is the matter, Homer?. You look like Marge left you." said Moe.
"Well, she did, Moe!." Homer yelled in upsetness. "She left me for another woman!."
Moe raised an eyebrow. "You're serious?."
"As a heart attack, Moe!." Homer slammed his fist on the counter. "Marge left me for another woman! She didn't even give me a chance to explain. I swear, I've been trying my best to be a better man, but she just didn't give me a chance!"
Moe sighed, knowing how hopeless Homer's situation sounded. "Look, Homer, maybe this is for the best. Maybe Marge just needed someone who could appreciate her the way she deserves. You've been so busy with your own problems, you never really paid attention to her. You spend way too much time here at the bar and with your friends. Maybe now she's found someone who will."
Homer looked up at Moe, his eyes filled with despair. "But I love her, Moe! I always have. I've just been so... distracted, I guess. I never meant to hurt her."
"I know you did, Homer. But life isn't fair, and sometimes we have to face the consequences of our actions. Maybe this is your wake-up call. Maybe now you'll realize what you've been missing all along."
Moe poured Homer a drink, and placed it in front of him. "Here, drink this. It might help drown your sorrows for a little while."
Homer downed his drink, tears streaming down his face. "Thanks, Moe." He wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. "I don't know what I'm going to do without her."
Moe patted Homer's shoulder. "You'll find a way, Homer. You're a strong guy. You've got your family, and they'll help you get through this."
But as Homer sat there, his mind spinning, he couldn't help but feel a sense of loss and abandonment. He knew that life would go on, but without Marge by his side, it seemed like everything had changed. And for the first time in his life, he wasn't sure if he could handle it. He finished his drink and nodded to Moe, signaling that he was ready to go home.
As he walked through the empty streets of Springfield, the cool night air seemed to penetrate his very soul. Everywhere he looked, he saw reminders of the life they had shared: the park where they had picnicked, the movie theater where they had seen their first film together, the playground where their children had laughed and played. And now it was all gone, replaced by a hollow ache in his chest and an emptiness that he didn't know how to fill. His kids were right. It is his fault. Patty pulls over and asked Homer what is wrong.
"Marge left me, Patty. She found someone else." He said, his voice cracking with emotion. "I don't know what to do."
"Really, now?." Patty was shock and interested. "Who did she leave you for?."
"I don't know the name but it is a woman, Patty. All I know is that she's gone, and I feel... lost without her." Homer's voice cracked as he spoke, the weight of his words pressing down on him like a leaden cloak. "I never meant to hurt her. I just... I just didn't realize how much I was hurting her."
Patty sighed. "You did this to yourself, Homer. My sister gives you all the love and you never do the same. Now, she is somewhere getting her pussy licked by some bitch. Here, let me drive you home before you think about jumping off a bridge."
Homer smiled a bit. "Thanks, Patty."
As they pulled up in front of the Simpson house, Homer took a deep breath and steeled himself for the pain that awaited him inside. He opened the car door and climbed out, feeling more alone than he ever had before. Patty leaned over and gave him a quick hug.
"Hey, you know where I am if you need to talk, okay?" she said, her voice gentle. Homer nodded, unable to find the words to respond. He watched as Patty drove away, leaving him standing there in the dark.
Meanwhile, in the five star hotel in Vegas, Marge and Lindsey were wearing a nice red silk bedroom robes with nothing underneath. The two got married as soon as they arrived and were currently enjoying their honeymoon. Marge was laying down on their super comfortable soft king and queen sized bed, as Lindsey was feeding her a giant bowl of strawberries and a bowl of fresh whip cream. Lindsey picks up a big strawberry and covers it in cream and then points it to her new wife.
"Open up, baby." said Lindsey.
"Mmmm..." Marge hummed as she opened her mouth, her tongue dancing along her lips.
"That's it." said Lindsey.
Marge moaned, her eyes rolling back in pleasure as she bit into the strawberry, the sweetness mixing with the cream. Lindsey watched her wife with adoration, loving the way she savored every bite.
"You know, Homer could never make me feel this way." She confessed between bites.
"Well, now you have me, Marge. Your woman." said Lindsey.
Marge smiled, her heart swelling with happiness. "I never knew what I was missing, Lindsey. You make me feel so loved and desired."
Lindsey smiled back, her eyes glistening with emotion. "I'll make sure you always feel that way, Marge. You are my world now." She leaned in, their lips meeting in a tender kiss. Their tongues danced together, exploring each other's mouths, and Marge felt a wave of heat spread through her body.
As they kissed, Lindsey slowly moved on top of Marge, her body pressing against hers. Marge moaned into the kiss, her hands running up and down Lindsey's back, feeling the soft skin beneath her fingertips. They broke the kiss, both of them panting heavily.
"I want you, Marge." Lindsey whispered, her voice husky. "I want to make love to you all night long."
Marge moaned at the thought, her body already aching for Lindsey's touch. As Lindsey leaned down to kiss her again, she reached up and undid the sash of her silk robe, letting it fall open to reveal her bare breasts. Lindsey groaned at the sight, her hands moving to cup Marge's full breasts.
"You're so beautiful, Marge." She whispered, her thumbs circling around her nipples, which had hardened at her touch. Marge arched her back, her hips pressing against Lindsey's as she felt her desire build.
Lindsey sat up slightly, reaching down to tug at the hem of Marge's robe, revealing her smooth, toned stomach. With a gentle push, she slid the robe off her shoulders, letting it pool at their feet. Marge lay there, naked before her new wife, her heart racing with anticipation.
Lindsey ran her hands up and down Marge's sides, tracing the curve of her waist, before moving them higher, cupping her breasts once more. She leaned in, kissing Marge's neck, her teeth nipping at the skin. Marge let out a shuddering moan, her hands tangling in Lindsey's hair, urging her closer.
As their passion grew, Lindsey moved lower, kissing her way down Marge's stomach, teasing her with gentle bites and nips. She paused at the edge of the bed, her lips brushing against the soft curls of hair at the apex of Marge's thighs. With a soft murmur, she spread Marge's legs wide, revealing her wetness.
Marge's breath hitched as she felt Lindsey's hot breath on her folds. She arched her back, offering herself up to her new wife. Lindsey smiled, her fingers moving to part Marge's folds, exposing her wetness. With gentle, expert fingers, she began to stroke her, finding the spot that made Marge cry out in pleasure. She looked up at Marge, watching her face as she brought her wife closer and closer to ecstasy.
As Lindsey's touch grew more urgent, Marge's hips began to rise to meet her, their bodies moving together in a rhythm that felt so natural, so right. The sensation of being so fully connected to another person was overwhelming, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She gasped as she felt her orgasm building, the tension coiling tighter and tighter inside her.
Lindsey leaned forward, capturing one of Marge's nipples in her mouth, sucking it hard as she continued to stroke her. Marge cried out, her body arching off the bed as the wave of release crashed over her. She felt her muscles spasm uncontrollably, her vision blurring as the pleasure threatened to consume her.
As her breath began to steady, Lindsey moved up beside her, their bodies still connected as she kissed Marge tenderly. "That was amazing, Marge." She whispered, her voice husky. "You're so beautiful, so responsive."
Marge ran her fingers through Lindsey's hair, feeling the softness and the slight tousle from where it had been pulled. She smiled up at her new wife, feeling a warmth spread through her chest that had nothing to do with the afterglow of their lovemaking. "I love you, Lindsey."
Lindsey returned the smile, her hand moving to rest on Marge's stomach. "I love you too, Marge. You know that."
They lay together for a while, catching their breath, enjoying the closeness and the warmth that flowed between them. Finally, Lindsey rolled off Marge, propping herself up on one elbow to look down at her. "Are you hungry?" she asked, her voice husky with desire. "I could go for some of that chicken you were talking about earlier."
Marge laughed softly, her eyes tracing the lines of Lindsey's body. "I guess I could eat something," she said, sitting up and reaching for the discarded blanket. She wrapped it around her shoulders, feeling a pleasant glow of contentment spread through her. "I never thought I'd be saying this, but I feel... full."
Lindsey smiled, nodding in understanding. "Yeah, that's a nice way to put it." She swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood up, offering Marge a hand to help her up. "Why don't you go ahead and get dressed while I see if I can scrounge up some dinner? It should be in the fridge, I think."
Marge took Lindsey's hand, allowing her to pull her to her feet. As she dressed, she couldn't help but marvel at the feeling of belonging that came with being with Lindsey. It was as if they had been meant for each other all along, and now that they were finally together, everything felt right. She pulled on a pair of jeans and a soft, comfortable sweater, her movements slow and thoughtful.
When she was finally dressed, she joined Lindsey in the kitchen, where she was rummaging through the fridge. "I hope you like barbecue," she said, pulling out a plate of chicken and setting it on the counter. "That's all I had."
Lindsey glanced over her shoulder. "Oh, I love barbecue. Thanks, hon." She set down the container of chicken and turned to face Marge. "Do you want anything to drink?"
Marge thought for a moment, considering her options. "I'm actually not thirsty right now. But maybe some water later, if that's okay?" She smiled and leaned against the counter, watching as Lindsey expertly prepared their dinner.
The chicken was succulent and tender, with a smoky barbecue flavor that practically melted in Marge's mouth. They ate in companionable silence, occasionally glancing up at each other with satisfied grins. After they'd both eaten their fill, Lindsey cleared the plates and took them to the sink. Marge headed for the couch and sat down before turning the tv on and put it on a romantic movie. Lindsey joins her on the couch as she puts Marge's feet on her left.
"Want me to rub your soles, honeycakes?." Lindsey asked.
Marge nodded, her eyes closed as she relaxed into the soft touch of Lindsey's fingers. "That feels so good," she sighed, leaning her head back against the arm of the couch. "You know, I was thinking..."
Lindsey paused in her ministrations, waiting for Marge to continue. She smiled at the way Marge's toes curled against her hand, and the way her breath hitched whenever she touched a particularly sensitive spot.
"I was thinking," Marge began, her voice low and intimate, "that maybe... we could take things a bit further tonight." She glanced shyly at Lindsey, her heart racing in anticipation of what might happen next.
Lindsey felt a thrill of excitement run through her at Marge's words. She leaned in closer, her lips brushing against Marge's ear. "Oh really?" she whispered, her voice husky with desire. "And what did you have in mind, honeycakes?"
As she spoke, she slipped her hand between Marge's legs, gently parted her folds. Marge gasped, arching her back into Lindsey's touch. The soft warmth of her skin and the wetness between her legs sent shivers of pleasure through Lindsey. She could feel the need building inside her, a hunger that had been growing since the moment they'd met.
"You know what?. Let's do it tomorrow. My pussy needs rest. I know we are going to be sore in the morning." said Marge.
"Don't worry about that, Marge. We have a hot tub in the other room to help relax our muscles. Besides, I want to rub your sexy feet anyway. Plus, you told me you want me to let your hair down tonight for bed." said Lindsey.
Marge giggled, her cheeks flushing a pretty shade of pink. "I guess I did say that, didn't I?" She leaned forward, wrapping her arms around Lindsey's neck. "Okay, then... let's take this slow. But I want to feel close to you, okay? I want you to know that I want this as much as you do."
"You will. Now, lay back down and let me rub your feet. Your arches are a bit stiff. It is a good thing I brought a big bag of epsom salt to relax our muscles. I am going to pour that salt into the hottub and let you soak your feet in it while I do your hair. Cool?." said Lindsey, rubbing her feet.
"Sure, after the movie is over and you rub the tension off my soles. Deal?." said Marge, winking at her woman.
Lindsey smiled, kissing Marge's forehead. "Deal."
As the movie continued, Lindsey rubbed Marge's feet with increasing vigor, her fingers gliding over every inch of skin, kneading the tension away. Marge let out contented sighs, her eyes drifting closed as she lost herself in the sensation. When the movie finally came to an end, Lindsey turned off the tv and led Marge into the other room.
The hot tub was filled to the brim with steaming water, the air thick with the scent of lavender. Lindsey poured a generous amount of epsom salt into the water, creating a soothing, therapeutic environment. She helped Marge remove her pajama pants and lower herself into the tub, ensuring that her aching feet were submerged in the warm, soothing water.
"Ohhhh..." Marge sighed, leaning back against the tub's padded rim. "This feels amazing."
Lindsey smiled, taking a seat on the floor beside the tub. "I'm glad. It's the least I could do after putting you through all that tonight." She dipped her hand into the water, rubbing a small amount of body lotion between her palms.
Marge looked up at her, her expression softening. "You know, I never thought I'd be saying this, but I'm really glad we are married and became woman and wife tonight. You've made me feel..." She hesitated, searching for the right word. "Alive."
Lindsey grinned, squeezing Marge's foot gently. "That's because you are. You're my wife now, and I want you to know that I'll always do my best to make you feel that way. Alive, happy, and loved. You deserve nothing less."
Marge looked up at her, her eyes shining with tears. "Thank you," she whispered. "I love you, Lindsey."
The two women sat together in silence for a moment, the only sound the gentle lapping of water against the sides of the tub. Lindsey reached up, carefully unbraiding Marge's hair and setting it free. She began to gently massage her scalp, using the lavender scented body lotion to soothe any tension from her day. Marge closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation and the warmth of the water, feeling more and more relaxed with each passing moment.
"Lindsey?" she asked softly.
"Hmm?" Lindsey responded without breaking stride, her fingers still moving through Marge's hair.
"Thank you. For everything. For tonight. For... us."
Lindsey smiled, leaning over to kiss Marge's forehead. "You're welcome, my love. And you know that I'll always be here for you. Through thick and thin, I'll always have your back. You're my partner, my best friend. I love you."
Marge smiled back, feeling the weight of the day beginning to lift from her shoulders. "I love you too, Lindsey. And I promise to always be there for you too. To support you, to love you, to make you happy."
They sat in companionable silence for a few more moments, content to just be together, their fingers occasionally brushing against each other as they worked on their respective tasks. The warm water, the soft lighting, the scent of lavender filling the air created a perfect sanctuary for them, a place where they could escape the stresses of the outside world and just be with each other.
Eventually, Marge's hair was sufficiently massaged and Lindsey began to wash it, lathering it up with the lavender scented soap. The gentle motion of her hands, the soothing sound of the running water, and the feel of the warm water against her skin all worked together to send Marge deeper into a state of relaxation. She closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation, feeling herself drifting off into a contented sleep.
As the night wore on, they continued to talk, to share their deepest fears and desires, to find solace in the understanding and love that they found in each other's eyes. They ate dinner together again after the hotel had sent up two well done steaks as a wedding gift, along with a candlelit feast of their favorite foods, and then they retired to the bedroom, where they made full time love for the first time as wife and wife. The act was tender, passionate, and filled with a newfound intimacy that neither of them had ever experienced before. They moved together as one, their bodies in perfect harmony, and when it was over, they collapsed into each other's arms, spent and content.
"I am so glad we got to this hotel." Lindsey snuggles with her wife. "The hotel is celebrating lesbain week and the offers are low that it is a steal."
"I don't think they meant it like that." Marge giggles. "But I'm not complaining. This room is so beautiful."
Lindsey smiled, nuzzling her wife's neck. "It's perfect for us, isn't it?" She leaned in, kissing Marge softly, their tongues dancing together. "And we have all week to enjoy it."
Marge moaned into the kiss, feeling her body respond to Lindsey's touch. "I can't wait to see what else this hotel has in store for us," she said, her voice breathy.
Lindsey smiled against her wife's skin. "Well, we've got the entire week. We could explore the city, go shopping, see a show... or we could just stay here, make love, and enjoy this room." She trailed her fingers down Marge's stomach, making her shiver. "What do you think, my love?"
Marge arched into the touch, her breath coming faster. "I think I'd like a little bit of everything," she whispered, running her fingers through Lindsey's hair. "But I know I'll always come back to this... our special time together."
"Yeah, me too." said Lindsey, before falling asleep.
Next day, the two got dressed and went exploring the casino hand in hand. Lindsey smiled big when showing off her wife with the other lesbians in the casino.
"She's mine." Lindsey told a group of women who had been giving Marge the once over. "I'm not letting her out of my sight."
The woman, who was close by and heard what she said, smiled and high-fived Lindsey for taking her marriage seriously.
Marge giggled when a few woman whistled at her and saying how much they would fuck her before getting their ears pulled by their own angered wives.
They wandered the casino together, enjoying the sights and sounds, the flashing lights and the music. They played a few games of chance, their hands clasped together as they cheered each other on, and laughed at their losses and celebrated their small wins. They stopped at one of the bars to have a drink, surrounded by other couples just like them, and felt a sense of belonging that they had never experienced before.
As they sipped their drinks, Marge leaned over to Lindsey and whispered, "This is perfect. I feel like we're part of something special here."
Lindsey nodded in agreement, her eyes shining with happiness. "I know, it's like we're in our own little bubble. A place where we can just be us and not worry about what anyone else thinks." She took a sip of her drink, the sweet liquid warming her throat.
They spent the rest of the day exploring the city, hand in hand. They wandered through the bustling streets, admiring the architecture and the vibrant colors of the shops and buildings. They tried some local cuisine at a small café, sharing plates of delicious food and laughing over stories from their past. Marge wanted to go to the lesbian bar and mingle with other woman as Lindsey agreed and takes her inside. The waitress asked them if they want to have matching shirts that had woman on woman symbols together.
They both giggled and agreed, ordering their matching shirts. As they waited for them, they looked around the bar, admiring the diverse group of women who surrounded them. They felt a sense of camaraderie and belonging that was unlike anything they had experienced before.
When their shirts arrived, they put them on, each wearing a symbol of a woman's heart with a woman's body on it. They looked at each other in the mirror, smiling. "We make a pretty good team," Lindsey said, wrapping her arms around Marge.
Marge nodded, her eyes sparkling. "Yeah, we do." She leaned in and kissed her wife softly on the lips. "I'm so glad we found this place. I feel like we can be ourselves here, you know?"
Lindsey smiled, her heart swelling with love for Marge. "Yeah, me too. It's like we've been looking for this our whole lives, and now we've finally found it." She took another sip of her drink, feeling the warmth spread through her chest.
They continued to dance, moving together in perfect harmony. The music pulsed through them, and they lost themselves in the rhythm. The other women at the bar cheered them on, clapping and whistling as they spun around the floor.
Lindsey felt a sense of euphoria wash over her. She had never felt so free, so alive, as she did in this moment, in this place. Her heart swelled with love for Marge, and she couldn't help but think that she had found her home.
They danced together for hours, their bodies moving in perfect harmony to the music. The other women at the bar surrounded them, cheering them on and offering words of encouragement. It felt like they were part of something special, something bigger than themselves.
As the night wore on, they found themselves growing increasingly close, both physically and emotionally. Marge leaned in to whisper in Lindsey's ear, "I love you." Lindsey felt a shiver run down her spine as she whispered back, "I love you too." They held each other tightly, lost in the moment, lost in the music, lost in their love for each other.
Finally, the music came to an end, and the crowd began to disperse. Marge and Lindsey found themselves at the edge of the dance floor, catching their breath. They looked into each other's eyes, and without saying a word, they knew that this was where they belonged. This was their home.
As they walked hand in hand through the bustling streets of the city, they couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder and excitement about the future. They had found each other, they had found this place, and they knew that together, they could face anything that life threw their way. They were no longer alone, and they never wanted to be again.
The next morning, they awoke in each other's arms, the sun streaming through the window. They lay there, tangled in the sheets, taking in the simple pleasure of being close to one another. There was an ease between them now, a comfort that they had never experienced before. They didn't need to speak; their love was enough. Currently the two were enjoying the hot tub while having champagne while listening to a nice romance song. The same song that was played at Marge's first wedding with Homer. But now that song belongs to her and Lindsey.
As they soaked in the warm water, Lindsey took a sip of her champagne and looked over at Marge. She was staring up at the stars, a dreamy expression on her face. "What are you thinking about?" she asked softly.
Marge turned to look at her, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. "I was just thinking about how happy I am, you know? I never thought I'd find someone like you, someone who understands me the way you do." She reached out and took Lindsey's hand, entwining their fingers. "I feel like we're meant to be together, you know?"
Lindsey felt a lump form in her throat as she nodded, tears welling up in her eyes. "I know what you mean. I feel the same way. I've never been happier than I am right now, with you."
They sat in silence for a moment, lost in their own thoughts, but never once letting go of each other's hands. The hot water and the champagne created a sense of euphoria, making everything feel surreal and perfect. It was as if they were floating in their own little world, apart from the rest of the world.
Finally, they climbed out of the hot tub and dried off. As they dressed, Marge turned to Lindsey and wrapped her in a warm embrace. "Thank you," she whispered. "For coming here. For being with me. You've given me a new start, a new beginning. I love you so much."
Lindsey returned the embrace, tears streaming down her face. "I love you too," she said, her voice shaking. "And I promise, I'll always be here for you. No matter what." They pulled back, gazing into each other's eyes, their love for one another palpable. The two kissed under the full moon and took a picture together by the big fountain before heading over to Gordon Ramsay Hell's Kitchen restaurant to have a fancy meal as they had reservations there. They enjoy their new lives together as wife and wife. As Mrs. and Mrs. Naegle.
THE END