Disclaimer: I do not own the series that this fanfic is adapted from, nor do I make any money off the writing of it.
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Springfield...
...It was an every day kind of day...
...Marge Simpson was busy as always with housework, her propped up blue hair tied under a bandanna, the bandanna itself looked like it was tied around a pole. Maggie was asleep upstairs in her cot, Lisa was at school practicing her saxophone playing, Homer was at work at the plant, and Bart and Milhouse were up in the tree house outside.
Every night it was the same thing, Marge would put on her sexiest lingerie and lay on the bed, but Homer would come in pissed out of his mind after a nightcap at Moe's bar and pass out. This left Marge in need of some serious sexual relief.
Marge dusted the selves trying to ignore the unyielding tingling between her legs.
"Mummm", she moaned irritated, "What am I going to do?"
Marge decided that trying to keep herself busy with housework was not the answer, so she removed the bandanna, fixed her hair, and grabbed her car keys.
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The town was alive with the usual hustle of people going about their daily affairs...
Deciding that they needed some groceries in the house, she decided to stop at the Quickie Mart and maybe have a chat with Apu.
Oddly the convenient store was empty, not a soul anywhere. Marge moved from isle to isle grabbing the essentials she needed in the house; bread, milk, dish washing liquid and so forth. Coming to the till she smiled politely at Apu as she put the basket down so that he could ring up all the items.
"A good day to you Mrs. Simpson, I haven't seen you in a long time", Apu greeted as he unpacked the basket.
"Hallo", Marge droned.
Apu gave her a puzzled look, "begging your pardon, but is everyting ok?"
"Fine, fine", Marge replied as she looked up at him, and then past him at the magazine shelve. Her big eyes fell on the 'Horny Housewives' magazine. Apu followed her gaze then quickly turned his attention back to the items...
"$52.95 please", he said, swallowing hard.
Marge found his embarrassment amusing, and she smiled at him, "I understand your wife is back home?"
"Yes that is correct; she is tending to her ill mother in India."
Marge's smile grew wider and she became a bit nervous, "must be lonely at night."
Apu swallowed so hard he thought he felt his heart lodge in his throat. Marge put her hand on his and battered her eyelashes. Apu looked into Marge Simpson's eyes, he had heard the other men in town talk about Homer's wife, what they'd do to her if given the chance, how Homer was a bum who scored big time with her.
Marge licked her lips sexily, "this is the 'Quickie' Mart, isn't it?"
Apu's cheek tremored as his lip curled into a nervous smile...
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Homer Simpson hung up his hazmat suite as he finished up at the plant. His one-track mind played the same thought over and over again; the yearning need rumbling in his belly...
"Huhmmm... Duff Beer".
He walked to his car, the GPS in his mind already setting a course for Moe's. He started up the car and sped off down the road...
