...om door chivalrously for Marge first. She walked out patting down her ironically elegant red dress. She looked a million bucks but was whoring herself out, and for free, to make it all the worse! Moe then walked out a smiling customer, chuckling away as she watched Marge's butt walk away. He'd been staring at it for so long in there, he pictured it bare naked right now.
"See you later, Homie," she strolled up beside her oblivious husband and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Bye, fellas," she shot a glance to Carl and Lenny as Homer didn't respond. Still too heavily dosed on the alcohol.
"Fuck you later," Carl remarked inappropriately again. It was more than fine to speak like that with Marge fucking all your troubles away like she had done the night before, but not whilst her husband was right there. Geez! But it wasn't his fault, for he too remained wasted, as did best friend Lenny.
Marge rocked up at home; the clock read 11:05. The kids were asleep as Marge checked in before departing for her room. She stayed up for another hour watching porn on the new TV in their room. On low volume, she played with her nude body all over to a home-made compilation video of Springfield's biggest slut: hersel...