Co-Written by Jss2141

A growl was heard as a man slowly opened his eyes, revealing to be inside of a hospital room as a steady beeping sound was heard.

"Ugh, m-my head. My body. Ugh." A man said in pain, blinking to the ceiling. "What happened?"

The last thing he could remember was the amount of annoyance and anger he felt towards one man, and how frustrating it was that no one seemed to see how stupid he was at work.

And then everything went blank, like all forms of rationality just shut down.

'What happened to me after I blacked out?' He thought before the door opened.

"Oh Mr. Grimes, you're awake." The doctor said with a smile.

"So it seems, but im feeling pain all over my body" He groaned.

"That's perfectly understandable. You did electrocute yourself in the midst of a mental breakdown. At least from what the surrounding witnesses said." Dr. Hibert said.

"Mental break-" Frank paused as everything was coming back to him before the hospital.

The contest at the town power plant for kids, Homer Simpson winning first place, and Frank losing his mind at the reveal that the town just ROLLED with the sheer idiocy of a slob with a life he doesn't get praise!

"Oh god, I remember now." Frank said.

Those fools...they were so stupid it made him literally lose his mind, the lack of logic and sense, it just made him so angry, it was like he lived on a world upside down.

"I can't believe I survived"

"Nobody can. It's a literal miracle of medical science that you're breathing right now." Dr. Hibert said, writing on a clipboard.

"Yeah. I figured. So what's the diagnosis, doc? Just give it to me straight." Frank said.

"Well even though your out of the danger zone, you still have to be bedridden for a while for your body to heal, i say...three to four months"

"Three to four months?! But what about my job? My apartment? How am I supposed to make a living?" Frank asked.

"Well, I would say worker's compensation, but knowing Mr. Burns, he won't allow it. So, I would suggest having a relative take care of you." Dr. Hibert said.

"But..." His face fell as he remembered how alone he truly was "I have no one..."

No parents because they abandoned him at four, no friends since he spent his whole life working to survive, and no girlfriend or wife because of the second reason too! Frank had finally realized just how alone in the world he really was, now that he was hospitalized.

"Are you sure? No friends or close acquaintances?" Hibert asked.

"I suppose when you live a life as full as mine filled with nothing but hard work, it's difficult to encounter good company" Frank said with a sigh.

"I guess but seriously, do you not have ANYONE to call to help? I'd let you stay here but the hospital would force me to charge you. Hehehehehe." Dr. Hibert said with a chuckle. "I'm sorry, that laugh is a condition I live with."

"It's fine." Frank said before he thought of one person who could help but dreaded it SO MUCH. "But I do know one person that could possibly help me. Even after I admitted to hating him, he still tried being my friend."

"Well I suppose you should try calling him then, is either that or pay exuberant amounts of money for hospital care"

Dr. Hibert laughed again as Frank rolled his eyes, but swallowed his pride and spoke of who to call.

"Call Homer Simpson, please." Frank said.

That was his last resort and he hated it...

*A few hours later- Simpsons Residence*

A car pulled up in the driveway, showing the Simpsons family and a special guest present inside.

"Here we are, Grimesy. Your new home." Homer said with a smile.

"Hopefully not for too long" He said, still feeling not just pain but annoyance.

"Oh, I'm sorry about this, Mr. Grimes, but we're gonna do our best to help you get better." Marge said, getting out of the car.

"Yeah, we swear." Lisa said with a smile.

Grimes hated having to be taken care of like this, it didn't matter if he liked or hated the family but at least some of them seemed to have a brain or two.

"Need any help, dude?" Bart asked Frank.

"I think I'll be fine." Frank said but that was a lie.

The full diagnosis from the doctor was that his skin was severely burned, some of his muscles were torn, and his hands were almost useless. He could still walk but it would be with a limp for a LONG time.

"Don't worry, as long as you are our guest we will give you all the comfort you need, it is only fair," Marge said with an honest smile.

'At least she's nice. If she was like Homer, I would rather kill myself.' He thought as Marge and Lisa helped him out of the car.

"Howdy doodly, neighbories!" Ned Flanders said from the fence.

"Not now Flanders we have a visitor" Homer said with a roll of the eyes.

Frank noticed Homer feeling annoyed when talking to that man 'Interesting...he seems to hate him...I already like him hehe'

"Well alrighty then, have a nice day, Simpsons. And if you even need help with your guest, let me know." Flanders said, walking back to his house.

Frank Grimes limped slowly into the Simpsons' home, his body protesting with every step. Marge and Lisa supported him, helping him navigate through the doorway. The familiar scent of the Simpsons' house hit him immediately, a mix of Marge's cooking and the faint smell of Homer's various messes.

Marge guided Frank to the living room and eased him onto the couch, placing a pillow behind his back. "There you go, Mr. Grimes. Just relax. I'll get you a glass of water."

Lisa sat next to him, her face full of concern. "Is there anything else you need, Mr. Grimes? A blanket or maybe some magazines to read?"

Frank shook his head, wincing at the movement. "No, thank you, Lisa. I think I'm okay for now."

"Okay but Would you like me to turn on the tv?" Lisa asked, grabbing the remote.

"I suppose that would be fine" Frank said, neutral to it.

Lisa smiled as she sat next to him, turning on the tv to something calming. The nature network.

"Hello and welcome back to the History of the Amazon Rainforest." The tv narrator said.

"Boring! Seriously Lisa, why do you always choose the most boring of shows?" Bart said.

"It's not boring, Bart. It's nice and I picked it so Mr. Grimes would be calm, getting aggravated could exacerbate his injuries." Lisa said to him.

"Listen to her, kid. She's right and I happen to like educational television." Frank said.

Bart sighed, internally calling them both nerds "Fine, suit yourself"

Bart crossed his arms and walked off out of the den. Lisa smiled victoriously as Frank paid close attention to the television. It allowed him to relax for now, hopefully it would last before Homer somehow annoyed him.

'Hopefully time will go past me fast enough'

Before Frank knew it, 2 months had passed and his recovery period was going somewhat well.

"You look better than before," Marge said, bringing him breakfast.

And over that time, Frank has found a genuine friend inside of the Simpson household in the form of the matriarch. Marge Simpson.

"Thank you, Marge. A good night's rest always makes a man feel like new." Frank said with a smile.

"It's the least we can do Frank, I'm just glad you are feeling better, Homey can be a bit rough sometimes to live with"

"Rough is an understatement, Marge." Frank said, his movements less painful and able to feed himself. "I don't understand how everyone can tolerate him. Especially Ned. He is a saint, yet Homer treats him like the plague."

"Oh thats just because Homer is secretly jealous at him because he is really good at most things, truth be told Ned is a bit much when it comes to religion but he is one of the best guys you meet in springfield"

"Hehehehe, unbelievable. Even when he has a great life, he still wants to be petty." Frank said.

"Hehehehe, I don't want to laugh but you're right." Marge said as she laughed softly.

When her hand slowly brushed against his own, Frank's heart started to beat fast and his cheeks warmed up, suddenly there was nothing but the sight of her laughing and smiling.

And this wasn't the first time he had felt like this whenever he was close to Marge.

'She is so beautiful, kind and smart, not to mention all the hard work she puts in her household'

Once again, another thing that Homer didn't deserve, a loving and amazing wife!

'That idiot does not deserve any of this, a good job, a beautiful wife, nice neighbours' Frank said before taking a few glances at Marge cleavage and her rather AMPLE chest 'Damn...so unfair'

While Frank never had a girlfriend or wife, he did partake in hookers every now and again. But none of them compared to Marge, not one.

They did not make him feel what she made him feel.

"Morning, mom! Morning, Mr. Grimes!" Lisa said as she and Bart rushed into the kitchen for breakfast.

"Good morning, kids!" Marge said, smiling at them.

"Hey, Bart. Hey, Lisa." Frank greeted them.

"Hey man, still seeing documentaries?" Bart said with a teasing tone.

"Yes, I am. Still causing trouble at school?" Frank asked with a grin.

"I try my best not to." Bart said back, joking a bit.

"Well try harder or else your dad is gonna blow a gasket." Frank said before they both laughed.

Surprisingly, he and Bart somehow developed a decent friendship.

You can say maybe Frank was the strict hand he needed around the house to keep him in line sometimes, something Homer and Skinner failed to do in their respective roles.

"Breakfast is ready, is your father awake?" Marge asked.

"Dad was in the shower when we came down, he should be ready soon." Lisa said.

"If he doesn't end up snoozing in there while thinking about donuts" Bart said.

"Hehehehe, and how exactly does that work? Does his brain just shut down?" Frank asked.

"Sometimes even science can't explain things like that. I've tried." Lisa said as Marge passed out the food.

"Sometimes I wonder if he really is my dad, if mom didn't have the paperwork to prove it" Bart mentioned as he passed by.

"Bart!" Marge said.

"He's not perfect, but be lucky you have a father in your life." Frank said as Maggie nodded in agreement.

"Wish my dad didn't forget to put on his pants so much, but yeah sure" Bart laughed.

Frank chuckled at this as well as Marge set a place for Homer when he came down.

Homer stumbled into the kitchen, his shirt half-tucked and a noticeable stubble on his face.

"Marge, where's my lunch for work?" Homer said, scratching his head.

"I packed it for you, Homer. It's in the fridge, like always." Marge said with a smile.

Homer opened the fridge and stared blankly inside. "I don't see it."

Frank, watching from the table, couldn't help but sigh. "It's right there, Homer, on the top shelf. Clearly labeled."

"Oh, thanks, Grimesy!" Homer said, grabbing the lunch bag without a second glance. He turned to leave but then paused. "Oh, and Marge, could you pick up some beer on your way back from the grocery store? We ran out again."

"Homer, we talked about this. You need to cut back on the beer," Marge said, her voice gentle but firm.

"Yeah, but like...I don't want to" Homer said dismissively as he walked out the door.

Once Homer was gone, Marge sighed deeply and turned back to the stove, her shoulders visibly slumped. Frank felt a pang of sympathy for her. He could see how much she did for the family, often with little appreciation in return.

"Marge, do you need any help?" Frank asked, his voice softening.

"Oh, no, it's fine, Frank. You've already done so much just by being here and keeping me company," Marge replied, but Frank could hear the weariness in her tone.

Frank sighed sadly as he ate his breakfast, feeling his hatred for Homer just growing more and more because of his neglect towards his loving wife!

'Imbecile! She does everything for you, more than someone like you even deserves'

"Well, even if you don't need help, you can always talk to me if you need it." Frank said with a gentle smile.

"That's very sweet of you Frank but you need to focus on healing up to a hundred percent first"

"I can do both. Don't worry too much about me." Frank said to her as Marge came to join them for breakfast.

"Us too, mom." Lisa said.

"Sure." Bart said in agreement.

Frank watched as the kids also wanted to help their mom. Frank saw many flaws in Marge kids, things that should be addressed but in the end of the day they loved her and wanted to show.

'This is what a family is like….I wish I knew this feeling much earlier in my life on my own.' Frank thought with a twinge of sadness.

*Two more Months later*

Frank Grimes was now fully recovered, his burns were healed and his muscles were back to a state of normalcy.

"Awwwwnn..." He stretches up "It's so good to be able to move by myself again"

His casts were gone and his skin was free, a little pale but some time in the sun would change that.

"After all those days, I cant believe its finally here"

Frank got up and headed to the shower, walking up from his guest bedroom in the basement.

"I can't wait to start my days from now on cast free" Frank said to himself, feeling actually joyful from once to start a day.

Though, it turned sour when he walked out of the basement and heard the sound of Marge crying. He turned to the kitchen and saw Marge at the kitchen table with a letter in front of her.

"Marge? Is everything ok with you?" He asked her, feeling worried at the scene.

"Oh, Frank." Marge said, quickly wiping her eyes clean. "I'm fine. Really."

Frank does not believe that "So you just like crying in misery in the kitchen? Come now Marge I know i'm just a guest, but I can lend my ear to hear your troubles"

Marge sniffed again as she wiped her nose again, turning to Frank with a sad expression.

"Homer is not coming home tonight, apparently he needs to go to another city for work, but the worst part is that he went in and didn't even tell me! Can you believe this? Work just called him to spend one whole month of work in another city and he simply goes, only telling me when it's already this late" Marge said, angry.

"A whole month?!" Frank shouted in shock.

"I know!" Marge shouted.

"But why? All he had to say was that he would have to leave for a while, is telling his own wife of a trip really that hard?" Frank said more like out of sheer confusion before anger, it was like Marge was just an afterthought for him.

"I don't know but it's always like this! He is so impulsive and selfish sometimes that he can't even bother to think about how I feel about this! How lonely and stressed I'd be taking care of the house and kids myself AGAIN!" Marge shouted before crying again, covering her face.

Frank felt sad seeing such a wonderful woman like her in that state, she was so kind and generous to him, more than anyone ever was honestly.

"He does not deserve you" He finally said it "That fat idiotic bastard does not deserve you Marge"

"You sound just like my sisters and at the same time, you're right just like them." Marge said, wiping away tears in her eyes.

"Marge with all due respect, I nearly killed myself when I touched that electric circuit because I had a mental breakdown because of how stupid your husband is and how everyone seems to just go along with it, I mean look at you, do you think this is how you want things to go on forever?"

Marge cleaned his tears as she sniffled and gazed at Frank.

"No, but it seems like every time he has a revelation, he reverts back to his normal mindset." Marge said.

"Because he doesn't care Marge, he never did, you need to have an actual brain to see your mistakes and fix them, but he forgets them because he is stupid and nonchalant, you always give him the idea you forgive him no matter what"

It must've been her emotional state right now but Marge could see that Frank was making a lot of sense right now. Mixing that with all of her bad memories with her husband, not bothering to include the gestures to make her forgive him, it was making Marge even angrier with him.

He then gently touched her hand "Marge i am so very happy for being here, i thought it would be hell because Homer was around but you made me feel welcomed, like family, you cared about my every need like I truly belonged, those who take that for granted are horrible"

"Oh Frank, thank you but it's no big deal" Marge said.

"Marge, it is the best deal in this entire world. And I can say, without a shadow of a doubt, that this world would be a much better place if there were more Marge Simpsons in it." Frank said with a kind smile.

"You really think so?" She asked, almost as if she needed someone's validation to know she was doing something good.

"I know so, Marge. And that is the honest truth." Frank said with a smile.

"Thanks Frank" Marge stood up and looked at the letter before throwing in the trash "I let him be if that's what he wants"

"Exactly. Whatever happens to him, is his problem. And he can deal with it." Frank said before looking around. "Where are your kids by the way?"

"Oh it's already late so they are at school right now" Marge said, forgetting for a moment it was still morning.

"Oh, I guess I missed breakfast then." Frank said as his stomach tumbled.

"Not a problem. I'll make you a Simpsons Breakfast Special." Marge said as she got up.

"Just don't make me as much as you do Homer, I can't eat like a horse haha"

"Hehehehehehe. Or like a cow, since they have four stomachs?" Marge said as she giggled.

"Ahahahahaha! Oh my god, that's better!" Frank said as he laughed at her joke.

The two of them started to laugh together, slowly but surely melting away the sadness Marge was feeling, not all of it mind you...but enough.

'I never realized what a great guy Frank is since he's been here.' Marge thought as she cooked bacon and eggs.

He was so well mannered, and always seemed to pay attention when she started talking about her day or even silly little dreams she would have, it was like he could not look at anything besides her.

Not to mention he was hardworking, even when he was in recovery.

Frank was everything Homer wasn't!

'I wonder if he will be leaving soon now that he has healed up' She wondered to herself, hopefully not right away right?

I mean, his apartment had to have been repossessed by someone else by now since he couldn't pay rent for it because he was staying there, AGAIN, Mr. Burns doesn't believe in Workman's Compensation.

Marge plated the bacon and eggs, adding a side of toast and orange juice for Frank. She carried the plate to the table and placed it in front of him with a smile.

"Here you go, Frank. Eat up!" she said cheerily, trying to mask the complex emotions swirling inside her.

"Thanks, Marge. This looks amazing," Frank replied, picking up a fork and taking a bite. "You always make the best breakfasts."

Marge sat across from him, resting her chin in her hand. "So, Frank... have you thought about what you're going to do next? Now that you're feeling better and all."

"Well, hopefully, I can go to Mr. Burns and see if I can keep my job at the power plant. Despite what I think of Homer, I know everyone else has degrees in Nuclear Engineering." Frank said before eating some eggs.

'Maybe I can try to convince him it's give me Homer's position while demoting Homer to a janitor.' Frank thought.

"Ugh don't even get me started on that old bat, he only cares about money and the employees are basically slaves sometimes, if he could put chains on them I bet he would" Marge said.

"Hehehehe, so true. Burns does seem like the kind of guy that would." Frank said with a nod. "But if not at the Nuclear plant, where else could I work?"

"I don't know...are you really only does your qualifications only give you the chance of nuclear plant working?"

"I mean, I guess but I've been a hard worker my entire life. I could find work somewhere else if I have to." Fran said with a shrug.

"I'm sure you can go further than even you think possible for yourself" Marge said with a smile.

"Thanks for saying that, Marge. It means a lot coming from you." Frank said with a tiny blush.

"Well, you can still try to get back there if you want and in case it doesn't work, I'm sure there are many other things to do. Until then eat and get your strength up"

Frank nodded as he continued to eat breakfast, humming in delight from the wonderful taste and love that was put into every bite of it.

The day passed quietly in the Simpson household after Frank's heartfelt breakfast with Marge. As Frank continued his recovery, he found himself spending more time with Marge, each small moment bringing them closer together.

Morning

Frank decided to help Marge with her daily chores. As he vacuumed the living room, he noticed Marge struggling with a heavy laundry basket.

"Let me help you with that," Frank said, rushing over to take the basket from her.

"Thank you, Frank," Marge said, smiling warmly at him. "You really don't have to do all this, you know."

"I want to, Marge. You've done so much for me, it's the least I can do," Frank replied, feeling a sense of satisfaction in being able to assist her.

As they worked together, their conversations flowed naturally. They shared stories from their pasts, laughed at silly jokes, and discovered common interests they never knew they had.

Afternoon

By afternoon, the sun was shining brightly, and Marge suggested they take a break and enjoy the beautiful weather. They headed to the backyard and sat on the porch, sipping lemonade.

"Marge, do you ever just sit and relax?" Frank asked, noticing how she seemed to be constantly on the move.

"Not often enough," Marge admitted with a sigh. "There's always something that needs to be done around here."

"Well, today you deserve a break," Frank said firmly. "Let's just enjoy the moment."

They sat in comfortable silence for a while, watching the clouds drift by. Frank couldn't help but admire how serene and beautiful Marge looked, her blue hair glowing in the sunlight.

Evening

As evening approached, Marge prepared dinner while Frank set the table. The kids returned from school, and the usual chaos ensued. But there was a noticeable difference in the atmosphere. Frank's presence brought a sense of calm and order that had been missing.

"Thanks for helping out, Frank," Lisa said as she joined him in setting the table.

"Yeah, thanks, man," Bart added, giving Frank a thumbs-up.

"No problem, kids," Frank replied, feeling a warmth spread through him. "It's my pleasure."

Dinner was a lively affair, filled with laughter and animated conversations. Frank felt like he was truly part of the family, something he had longed for his entire life.

Night

After the kids were in bed, Frank and Marge found themselves alone in the living room. They sat on the couch, a comfortable silence settling between them.

"Frank, I don't know what I would have done without you these past few months," Marge said softly, turning to look at him.

"You've given me a sense of belonging I never had before, Marge," Frank replied, his voice filled with emotion. "You've shown me what it means to be part of a family."

Marge reached out and took Frank's hand in hers, their fingers intertwining naturally. "You've become a part of this family, Frank. And I don't know what I would do without you now."

Frank's heart swelled with emotion as he looked into Marge's eyes. He saw a depth of kindness and love that he had never experienced before.

"Marge, I…" Frank began, but his words were cut off by the ringing of the phone. Marge sighed and got up to answer it.

"Hello?" she said, her voice tense.

"Oh, it's you, Homer," she said, her tone flat. "Yes, the kids are fine. No, I'm not worried. Yes, everything's under control."

'Even when he's not here, he brings her down.' Frank thought with a frown.

She then hangs up afterwards, letting out a groan of annoyance "Only now he decides to at least call and wonder how we are doing"

"Did he even mention what exactly HE is doing? I know Homer isn't the scumbag type but still." Frank said with a shrug.

'You'd have to be an idiot to cheat on a woman like Marge.' He thought.

Marge sighed deeply and rubbed her temples, the frustration evident on her face. "No, he didn't. Just the usual 'I'm working hard' and 'I'll be back soon" She said, her voice tinged with bitterness.

Frank looked at her with genuine concern. "Marge, you deserve so much better than this. A real partner would never treat you this way."

Marge nodded, her eyes welling up with tears. "I know, Frank. But it's so hard to just... give up on him. We've been through so much together."

Frank reached out and gently placed his hand on hers. "Sometimes, holding on causes more pain than letting go. You have to think about what's best for you and the kids."

Marge squeezed his hand, appreciating the comfort he offered. "You're right, Frank. I just need to find the strength to make the right decision."

Frank gazed into her eyes, his heart aching for her. "I'm here for you, Marge. Whatever you need, I'll support you."

Marge felt her heart beat faster by his words, so moved and so-so-she couldn't describe it but it was the best feeling in the world right now.

All thoughts and hesitations evaporated. She leaned in, her heart pounding in her chest, and kissed him. Frank was taken aback for a brief moment, his eyes widening in surprise. But the warmth and tenderness of Marge's kiss quickly washed over him, and he found himself reciprocating with equal passion. They kissed lovingly, their emotions pouring out in a shared moment of connection and understanding.

After what felt like an eternity, they slowly broke apart, both breathing heavily. Marge's eyes were wide, a mix of disbelief and exhilaration evident on her face. She touched her lips, almost unable to comprehend what she had just done.

'Oh my god, I kissed another man.' Marge thought.

"Marge?" Frank said looking surprised "You just kissed me"

"I-I guess I did"

"B-But why?" Frank asked.

Not that he didn't enjoy it, in fact he absolutely loved the kiss. But Marge was so loyal to Homer, then why did she kiss him?

"Uhm...I think...it's because I like you?"

'I can't believe in saying this! Or that I actually mean it!' Marge thought in shock of herself.

'She likes me? She really likes me!' Frank thought with glee, doing mental backflips.

"Do you uhm...want me to kiss back?" He asked sheepishly.

"I…..I don't know exactly but…maybe?" Marge said, unsure of her feelings right now.

"J-Just for a little bit and if you hate it I stop it" He said, really wanting to kiss her again.

Frank really hoped she didn't hate it and didn't ask him to stop when they kissed again.

'Cmon Marge say something, anything! Don't just stare at him with that cute smile of his' Marge thought, sweating a little bit.

"S-Sure. L-Let's do it again b-but stop if I hate it." Marge said with a stutter.

'YES!' Frank thought in glee.

Having permission now, Frank was the first to go for it, grabbing her by the shoulders and went for another kiss, this one full of his passion rather than confusion.

Passion he had never felt before, not even when he worked his whole life to get by. This passion was different and it was a lot HOTTER than anything he had ever felt before.

Marge felt the heat of Frank's kiss envelop her, stirring emotions she hadn't felt in years. His passion was overwhelming, filling her with a sense of longing and desire that had long been absent from her life. She responded with equal fervour, her hands moving up to cradle his face as their kiss deepened.

After a few moments, they pulled apart again, both breathing heavily. Marge's eyes were shining with a mixture of confusion and excitement. She looked into Frank's eyes, searching for answers that she couldn't find within herself.

"I-I didn't hate it," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. "In fact, it felt... wonderful."

"Y-Yeah, that was…the best kiss of my life." Frank said, also trembling.

"Frank," she began softly, "this... this is all so new to me. I never thought I'd feel this way about anyone but Homer. But with you, it's different. You make me feel seen, appreciated."

Frank reached out and gently took her hand, his thumb brushing over her knuckles. "Marge, I know this is complicated. I'm not trying to rush you into anything. I just... I care about you. A lot."

Marge squeezed his hand, a small smile forming on her lips. "I care about you too, Frank. You've brought something back into my life that I didn't even realize was missing."

They sat in silence for a moment, the weight of their words hanging in the air. Frank finally broke the silence, his voice filled with determination.

"Marge, whatever happens, I want you to know that I'm here for you. No matter what. And I want you to be happy, even if that means staying with Homer."

'Though a part of me hopes she leaves him someday. She's too good for him.' Frank thought, somewhat still resentful to Homer's lazy yet successful lifestyle.

'What do I do?' Marge thought to herself 'I am...gonna cheat on my husband?'

It felt so wrong but it felt so good at the same time, especially with a man who appreciates her and helps her.

What neither of them seemed to realize was that this was a very arousing situation, especially for Frank who got a bit..too happy.

So happy that his pants were getting a bit TIGHT if you know what I mean.

'More...I want more!' Frank thought before he went to Marge and gently started to kiss around her neck.

"Oooh! Oh Frank!" Marge moaned, wrapping her arms around his neck and holding him close.

"Im sorry Marge but you turn me on so much, I can barely contain myself, you smell so good, your so sexy"

"Y-You don't mean that, do you? I-I'm just your average h-housewife." Marge said with a stutter.

"Like hell you are! Your beautiful, smart, funny and amazing, a loving mother and the woman who made my heart race the most til now"

The more Frank complimented her, the more warm Marge felt inside, and the more her logical side was going away, making this situation feel more and more right in her book.

"Ooooh lord~"

And that was enough for Marge, she gently pushed him into the couch and moved herself into his lap.

"Your really getting me turned on Frank"

"Really? Well, then maybe I should stop complimenting you." Frank said, joking a bit.

"Don't. Don't you dare stop talking." Marge said before she kissed him again, shocking Frank before she began peppering more kisses on his cheeks. "Keep telling me what you love about me."

Frank's heart raced as Marge's kisses grew more fervent. He could feel her breath against his skin, warm and inviting. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer.

"Okay, okay," Frank chuckled, trying to regain his composure. "Where do I start? I love the way your eyes light up when you talk about something you're passionate about. And your laugh it's infectious. Every time I hear it, it makes my day better."

Marge's kisses slowed, and she looked into his eyes, her expression softening. "Go on," she whispered.

Frank ran a hand through her hair, marveling at its softness. "I love how kind you are, how you always think about others. And your strength, Marge. You've been through so much, but you never let it break you. It's one of the most beautiful things about you."

Marge's eyes shimmered with unshed tears. "Frank," she murmured, her voice trembling with emotion. She pressed her forehead against his, her lips brushing against his as she spoke. "No one has ever made me feel this way before."

Frank's heart swelled with affection. "You deserve to feel this way. You deserve all the happiness in the world."

Marge kissed him deeply, her hands gripping his shoulders as if she never wanted to let go. Frank responded in kind, his hands roaming over her back, memorizing every curve and contour.

'I want him. I NEED him, more than any other person in my life right now!' Marge thought as her spontaneous love had fused with her lust.

Breaking the kiss, Marge looked at him with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Let's take this somewhere more comfortable," she suggested, her voice husky.

Frank nodded, his breath hitching. "Lead the way."

Marge stood up, taking Frank's hand and guiding him towards her bedroom. The anticipation was electric, each step they took together charged with the promise of what was to come.

Once inside the room, Marge turned to face him, her smile radiant. "Now, where were we?"

Frank pulled her close, his lips finding hers once more. "I believe I was telling you all the reasons why I love you," he said between kisses.

"Hmmm, oh yes. Yes. Keep going." Marge said between kisses, pushing Frank to the bed.

Frank's hands roamed over her body, savoring the feel of her curves beneath his touch. "Your strength, your kindness, your beauty—they all captivate me," he continued, his voice low and sincere. "And the way you make me feel... I've never felt anything like this before."

Marge pulled back slightly, looking down at him with a mixture of tenderness and desire. "You always know just what to say,"

"I guess I just have a way with words when I have a beautiful muse before me." Frank said softly.

With a teasing smile, Marge stood up, her eyes never leaving Frank's. She slowly began to undress, her movements deliberate and graceful, as if she were savoring every moment. The room seemed to grow warmer, the air thick with anticipation.

Frank's breath quickened as he watched her, his heart pounding in his chest. Marge's smile widened as she noticed the effect she was having on him.

"Do you like what you see?" she asked, her voice a seductive whisper.

Frank swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly dry. "You're... stunning," he managed to say, his voice thick with emotion. "I can't believe how lucky I am."

"I can't believe how lucky I am to have met you." Marge said with a grin, dropping her to the floor.

They went back to kissing, this time heavily making out while rolling in bed.

Frank moved his hands all over her body, feeling every part of it to memorize it.

'Ooohh God, Homer had this all to himself this whole time?' He thought before groping her magumbos.

"Mmmm!" Marge moaned in the kiss, loving how gentle yet rough Frank was gripping her bazongas!

'He was never like this!' Marge thought, not even mentioning Homer.

Just referring to him as he.

"Your boobs are bigger than that dress allowed me to see Mrs. Simpson" He said with a smirk.

"Oh? I'm glad you noticed." Marge said, grinning.

"Oooh yeah I did" He said before shoving his face on them before getting his glasses out "So i can do this!"

Frank motorboats Marge's breasts like no tomorrow, making her moan louder than ever before as she holds his head tightly!

Then his tongue went to work, licking and exploring her supple skin with as much interest as Homer on a donut, if that was enough of a comparison.

Only these melons were tastier than any kind of donut!

"Ahn!" She moaned like she never did before.

Her body began to move on its own, grinding against Frank's crotch as he subtly humps right back.

"God~You make me so hard, my dick feels like its stone right now"

'Oh it better be when we get to the best part!' Marge thought.

Feeling frisky thanks to this situation, Marge hand roamed over his crotch, wanting to feel exactly what he was packing and soon enough let it free.

'Let's see what he's hiding.' Marge thought, slipping her hand down his pants.

"You better be careful," Frank warned, his voice low and raspy with desire. "I might just burst from this incredible feeling."

Marge's eyes sparkled with lust as she gently tugged on his erection, her fingers wrapping around it as if it was her lifeline and...it was so ROUGH! She couldn't get enough of the way it felt in her hand, the warmth and firmness sending shivers down her spine.

One pair of pants...gone.

She carefully curled her fingers around his pulsating shaft, in stark contrast to the suppleness of the melons he just devoured. But Marge wasn't satisfied just yet. Her palm slid all the way up to the sensitive head of his cock, carefully swirling her thumb around the swollen tip. The added friction sent waves of pleasure crashing into Frank's consciousness.

Marge's other hand started to massage his balls, adding a new dimension of pleasure to the mix. This was no ordinary seduction, but rather an exploration of their carnal desires.

'Oh sweet mother of all creation! No hooker has ever treated my junk like this before!' Frank thought.

"Shove this cock in my mouth Frank" Marge said, lust dripping from her voice.

Marge moved off his lap and down to her knees, right in front of his pulsing cock.

"Or I'll do it for you," She said, very seriously.

'Oh god, she's about to do it!' Frank thought with a grin, excited and eager.

Marge took Frank's shaft in her hand, caressing it gently from the base to the tip, tracing her thumb up and down the sensitive vein running along the underside. She opened her mouth, her eyes locked onto his, and slowly, seductively, she began to slide her lips along the length of his cock.

Frank's breathing hitched as her mouth enveloped him, her tongue tracing delicate circles around the head. He watched her hungrily, his eyes never leaving hers, as she skillfully worked him with her mouth. Marge moaned softly around his cock, a low, guttural sound that resonated through Frank's entire body. He gripped the arms of the chair, the tension building within him, his heart pounding in his chest.

Marge took Frank's shaft in her hand, caressing it gently from the base to the tip, tracing her thumb up and down the sensitive vein running along the underside. She opened her mouth, her eyes locked onto his, and slowly, seductively, she began to slide her lips along the length of his cock.

Frank's breathing hitched as her mouth enveloped him, her tongue tracing delicate circles around the head. He watched her hungrily, his eyes never leaving hers, as she skillfully worked him with her mouth. Marge moaned softly around his cock, a low, guttural sound that resonated through Frank's entire body. He gripped the edge of the bed, the tension building within him, his heart pounding in his chest.

'Oooooh, her mouth feels like velvet! It's like she's singing and my dick is a microphone.' Frank thought, even if that didn't make sense.

At this point Marge didn't care anymore if she was cheating on her husband,this man made her feel what it meant to be a woman and not just a housewife and she would go through with it, first step though make him nut!

She bobbed her head faster and faster, making Frank moan loudly as he felt a lifetime of stress melting away.

"OooOH~God Marge! I'm gonna cum Marge! I'm cumming!"

"Mmm mmmm! Mmmm hmmm hhhh mmm!" Marge moaned with cock in her mouth!

"AHHNM!"

Marge's eyes widen as the first load hits her, the cum of a man who barely had time to jerk off after so long flows in heavy waves, each one larger than the last, filling her mouth and swallowing quickly, trying to keep up, trickling down her chin and neck as the sheer volume of makes her cheeks bulge as she struggles to gulp down.

'Oh sweet mother of Jesus! It's so much!' Marge thought as she gulped down a large amount before her mother was full again. 'I never knew a man could cum so much at once!'

After the second mouthful of cum that she swallowed, it stopped and Franky was left breathing heavily before Marge took his dick out of her mouth with a loud pop, leaving it squeaky clean.

"T-That was intense," Frank said.

"Your telling me, you came like a firehose Frank"

Marge wiped her mouth clean from the cum as she breathed heavily, trying to regain her energy from such intensity.

"I'm still hard though marge" Frank said with a grin "And since you gave me such an amazing feeling, it's my turn"

Standing up from the bed, Frank picked up Marge and sat her down in his spot before he undid his shirt.

"Time to make you feel what you should be feeling everyday"

Frank got into his knees and spread her legs apart, revealing her soaking wet, lower lips.

"Oooh my~" Marge said in a moan of pleasure and surprise.

"I'm about to wrap this pussy to the shape of my length," Frank said, licking his lips.

But first, Frank was going to "loosen" it up for his shaft with a little tongue play.

"Time for a snack"

Frank went downtown on Marge's coochi making her eyes flutter as his expert tongue began to explore her most delicate regions, sending shivers down her spine. His skilled fingers worked in tandem, teasing and probing, gentle yet firm, as he Pleasured her sensitive nooks and crannies. She couldn't help but moan softly. His tongue dancing around her clit, and his fingers delving deeper with each pass. Marge's breathing became erratic, her body arching towards him in ecstasy.

He knew that this was the moment he had been waiting for, the moment to show her just how much pleasure he could bring. With a deep breath, he dove in, his tongue dancing across her sensitive skin like a well-versed dancer.

"Ooooooohooo! Oooh Grimmy!" Marge moaned, biting her lips as she reached for his head and held it close "Let's toss this salad and slurp its juices"

'God, did she really just say that? Hehehehe, kind of dorky.' Frank thought but he found it very cute.

"Ooooh God!" Her back arched about to unleash it.

Feeling her move, Frank quickly grabbed her legs and plunged his tongue in as deep as he could to twirl all around her walls!

"OOoooh shit!" Marge eyes felt like they rolled to the back of her skull before orgasming like she never got before.

And just like with Marge, Frank was greeted with a mouthful of her cum. Like she was trying to drown him with her coochie juice.

"Oh man! You really showered me huh?" He said, glad he was not without his glasses right now.

"S-Sorry it just felt too good I could not contain myself, you're really good at this" Marge said in between breaths.

"Thanks, I'm glad you liked it so much." Frank said as he gazed down, seeing his dick was hard and ready to go.

"I will like it even more when you plunge that thing in my hole" Marge said with a boisterous laughter.

"Oh? Is that begging I hear?" Frank teased.

"YES! DO IT!" Marge sexual pent up energy was leaking "I want to know what it feels to be fucked by a real cock again"

'A real cock, eh? Well, I'm once again flattered and would hate to disappoint her.' Frank thought before standing up and showing her his rod.

"Quick question, do you want to be on top? Or me?" Frank asked.

"Dominate me Frank, I'm all yours," Marge said.

Grabbing her legs, Marge pulled them back til they were above her head.

"oOOH~" Frank said, interested.

She was BEGGING him to dive right into her! And Frank was more than happy to answer her call.

"I'm gonna shape that pussy to belong to just me and no one else" He said before slowly going for it.

Marge didn't expect this as she watched, growing antsy as it seemed like Frank was just teasing her now.

"I'm gonna go all in one three...two..."

'Stop teasing me and just do it! Just impale me with that hot rod!' Marge thought as she grit her teeth.

"GO!" He said before PLUNGING inside her.

"OOOOOH!" Marge moaned and screamed as loud as a banshee, gripping her legs tightly as her breath was taken away!

"Thats right Marge im gonna fuck this tight little pussy as compensation for what your husband did to me" He said, getting into it "Im gonna be the man you need"

"T-Then do it! Then wreck me to make up for what an asshole of a husband I have!" Marge moaned as Frank slowly pulled back.

Right until his tip was still inside her before ramming it all back inside her!

"AWRIGHT! Im gonna fuck this wet cunt until I can't fuck no more!" Frank growled, slamming into her harder and faster with every thrust.

Marge's entire body was shaking uncontrollably, her breasts bouncing wildly as her hair whipped around in the air. Their bodies slapped together with a wet sound as they moved in unison, their eyes locked in this primal dance. Frank grunted, loving how she was responding to his powerful thrusts. He increased his tempo, his balls smacking against her ass with each powerful impact. His breath was short, his face a picture of pure lust.

Must that made Homer seem even lazier than he already is, like making love to his wife was too much of a hassle.

'Fuck that fat ass! I'm keeping this tight ass!' Marge thought as she let go of her legs and wrapped them around Frank.

"U-ugh,Sorry Marge I don't have as much experience with amazing womans like you, im close to cumming again"

"D-Don't care! Just do your best and let it all out inside me!" Marge moaned loudly.

"H-Here it comes then!" He held onto her tightly before..."arhhnmmm~"

Just like before, Frank unleashed a white flood inside of her tight cooch!

All that Marge could do was moan as loud as she could while wrapping her legs around him, feeling how her womb slowly is filled by his white and warm substance.

'So much! I feel like I'm bloating!' Marge thought as groaned with her eyes rolling back.

When he was done Frank lost all energy and simply fell on top of marge, his face hitting the side of the pillow, breathing in and out slowly.

'Oh god, this woman is draining the life out of me and I love it!' Frank thought.

"Fuuuck...that was crazy" Marge said, breathing heavily.

"Y-Yeah, that was truly crazy." Frank said.

"I guess I am a cheater now, but It was too good to deny it"

Frank could only nod in agreement as he was slowly falling asleep.