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"You're so amazing, Sarada!" Boruto gasped, squeezing his intense blue eyes shut as he pushed his cock back inside Sarada's warm, welcoming pussy. It was hungry, and he wanted to satisfy that hunger. The silence of their room was broken by the sound of their bodies colliding as he continued to penetrate her, sweat glistening on his skin.
"Darling…" Sarada Uzumaki forced a smile on her plump red lips as she tried to find the pleasure she once used to experience during sex. Her vacant mind wandered to the whispers of her heart and forgotten memories of the past that had been plaguing her for months. They wanted her to know what she was missing. 'Why…' With each disappointing thrust from her husband, the whispers inside her grew louder, overpowering the sounds of his gentle grunts and their bodies meeting in a bland dance of pleasure.
Boruto's dick, his five-inch member, was not enough for her anymore. As he pounded her unsatisfied pussy with it, Sarada's mind could not help but think about the time when she had decided to marry him. It was a decision that she made when she was influenced by his power, his aura, and, most importantly, his name. Boruto was the son of Naruto Uzumaki, and that fact alone was enough for her to marry him. He was the son of her hero, so it was obvious that he was going to be as outstanding as Naruto. 'He actually is…' Sarada was not lying. Boruto was a great man. He was everything she wanted in her husband, except for one thing.
'A big dick.' As much as she wanted to hate herself for it, Sarada could not ignore the fact that she liked manly men. She liked men who radiated power, their presence alone enough to make her pulse quicken just by a single glance at their manly face. 'I want a manly man.' Her body tightened around her husband's dick in a silent plea for more roughness and authority, but she knew deep down that it was a futile action. Her husband was a gentleman. He loved her too much to even consider being rough with her. Even when she told him to be, he had just rejected her requests.
"Boruto…" she whispered, her voice tense as she tried to hide her genuine emotions. "Are you okay?" Hoping he would reciprocate her concern, she subtly showed her interest in how much he was enjoying it. However, he misunderstood and instead saw it as encouragement to go faster. "Mm, yes," she lied, mentally sighing to herself. "It feels so... good." Her dull onyx eyes scoured the room, focusing on the flickering moon outside the window. It was gleaming intensely, and she wished she could feel the same the way during the sex. 'No… I love him.' The bed beneath her creaked with the force of his thrusts, and she could feel the fabric of their futon wearing thin. With a heavy, resolute sigh, Sarada reached up to stroke Boruto's sweat-drenched hair. He took it as a sign of encouragement, his eyes snapping open to meet hers, lust burning within them. "You are so sexy…" His words made her feel something, an emotion she had almost forgotten.
"Ahh…" Not wanting to make him sad, she gathered what was left of her dwindling resolve and began to fake moan, her voice a soft melody that grew louder with each powerful thrust he made. "You feeling good, Sarada?" Boruto's eyes lit up with desire, his breathing becoming ragged as he took her cues and pushed himself deeper. "Yes," she urged him, pulling him closer so that he can go even deeper. "Just like that, don't stop." The words were fake, but her love for him was not. She wanted to please him, so she didn't mind putting on a show with fake moans like she always did.
"Ahh… okay…" Each thrust of his poor dick was like a reminder of what she was missing, but she did not want to think about it more. Her hand moved to his back, her nails digging into his skin as she urged him to continue. "Wow… you are being so wild today, eh, Sarada?" Boruto groaned, thrusting faster, their bodies slapping together in a way that was both predictable and unsatisfying.
Sarada did not respond. She just smiled at him and closed her eyes tightly, trying to ignore the hunger that had been growing inside her for years now. 'I need to keep doing this for him.' She thought to herself. Her husband did not deserve to know the truth. He was too kind for that. So, in order to please herself, she began to do what she had been doing for months now. 'Ahh…' In her mind, she began to conjure up images of a faceless man, an unknown man that could fill the void inside her that Boruto's small cock couldn't touch. 'Yes…' Her thoughts grew wilder, her body responding to the imagined sensations as the man in her thoughts began to play with his enormous dick, the veins on it pulsating with his every touch.
'Yes, stroke it harder for me…' she moaned towards the man as he began to pump his cock faster. Before long, the man's featureless face started to adopt the appearance of a man she recognized very well. 'Hokage-sama!' His strong features and a sharp jawline were something she couldn recognize anywhere. 'Fuck!' Her thoughts took a darker turn as she shifted her gaze from his face to his well-endowed member. It was twitching madly in his rough hands, telling her to serve it with her utmost devotion. Before she knew, she started to think about how good would it feel if it was her leader's cock pounding into her instead of her husband's.
'No…' Her breath hitched as she pictured the bright blue eyes, ones she'd always admired, staring down at her, filled with the kind of desire that could make a woman's toes curl. 'Hokage-sama…' The sadness filled heart of hers began to respond to the mental image, her pussy clenching around Boruto's shaft in a way that was almost foreign to him. 'I'm the worst wife…' She bit her lower lip to keep from gasping as her mind imagined how it would feel to have Naruto's muscular hands gripping her hips, his teeth grazing her neck as he pounded her with his thick cock. It was not that hard if you asked her. She had already seen his cock once when Kawaki freed him and his wife from that strange dimension of his. The image of the naked youthful body of her leader was still fresh in her mind, and she could not thank Kawaki enough for keeping Naruto young like that in his dimension.
'Yes, Hokage-sama… harder… punish me.' Her moans grew louder as she began to feel the weight of his strong body pressing her into the mattress, claiming her in a way her husband never could. 'Go deeper, Hokage-sama… fuck me like I'm yours…' Her hand slid down her body, her fingertips finding the swollen nub of her clit and beginning to circle it gently. 'Slut!' The thrill of being fucked by him was electric, sending shockwaves through her system that had her back arching involuntarily.
Boruto, who was thrusting into her, mistook her moans and whimpers for genuine desire and leaned down to kiss her neck, his own hand reaching to cup her large breast. Sarada's eyes snapped open when she felt his hands on her tits, and in an instant, the reality came crashing down on her once more. 'No…' The difference between her fantasy and the truth was harsh, and she almost let out a shame filled sigh when she realized what she was doing. 'I do not deserve him.' The shame in her was so much that she couldn't bear to look at him and so she instead focusing her attention on the ceiling, where she was sure she saw the shadowy outline of Naruto's smiling face. 'Huh?' She closed her eyes and opened them again, only to see no one there.
'I am going mad.' She groaned and realized she had to end this and sleep before she could imagine something worse. So, she began to move her waist in a rhythm that made Boruto moan loudly. Her hand, which was resting above her pussy, started to go faster, her wet fingertips moving in circles that made her clit throb. "Fuck!" She heard Boruto grunt, his eyes glazed over with lust as he approached his climax. 'No… not before me…' Sarada clenched her teeth, trying to find her release before he could.
But it was no use. With a final, desperate thrust, Boruto buried his face in her neck and let out a strangled groan as he came, his body convulsing with the force of his release. 'No!' Sarada felt his cum paint her walls, and could not help but let out some frustrated pants as she tried to ignore the disappointment that washed over her as he finished cumming inside her.
Boruto collapsed on top of her, his chest heaving as he caught his breath. "Was that good for you?" he asked, his voice hopeful. Sarada swallowed hard, her hand still working her clit in a desperate attempt to find the satisfaction she hadn't been able to feel for months now. "Yeah," she lied, her voice a shaky whisper. "It was so good, darling."
"I see…" When he kissed her, his lips pressed against hers, she could almost taste the salt of her own lie on his tongue. His eyes then moved to her face, and she had to force a smile in order to keep him happy. "Thank you, darling," she murmured, her voice thick with fake lust. Boruto grinned, his cheeks flushed with pleasure. "Anytime," he said, rolling off her to lie beside her. Soon, he wrapped an arm around her waist and began to run his fingers over her smooth skin.
'Goodnight…'
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The next morning, the dining room of the Uzumaki house was illuminated by the bright sunlight, exposing the messy futon and the clothes left behind from the previous night in the corner. The couple, now dressed in casual clothes, were sitting at the small dining table near their kitchen, the delicious aroma of freshly brewed coffee, hot toast and scrambled eggs filling the air. Boruto, who was reading something on his phone, took a sip of coffee from his cup and looked at his wife with a bright smile on his face. "Guess what, Sarada?" he said, his voice filled with excitement. "Dad's coming to visit this afternoon!"
Sarada's hand froze mid-bite, a piece of toast hovering in front of her lips. The mention of her father-in-law had sent a jolt of electricity through her body, her mind immediately recalling the inappropriate fantasies of the night before. 'Hokage-sama…' She forced a smile on her face, trying to look unfazed by the news. "That's... that's great, Boruto-kun." She replied, swallowing the plain toast with a gulp of coffee.
"Yeah," Boruto said, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "He hasn't been here in months. I'm sure he'll be happy to see us." He leaned back in his chair, his chest puffing out with joy as he was excited to meet his father too. Ever since they had moved to this new house, they never got the time to meet his parents. "Of course, darling," Sarada nodded, her thoughts racing with wild imaginations. "By the way, when is he arriving?" Nonchalantly, she inquired, feeling her heart thump in her chest.
"Hm…" Boruto checked his watch. "He said he'd be here around lunchtime," he replied, reaching over to squeeze her hand as he smiled at him. "Don't worry, you'll love spending time with him." His words reminded his wife of something important.
"Wait…" Sarada whispered, taking another small sip of her coffee. "What about your mission?" she asked him, her mind hoping that he would not skip it like he had done with countless missions before.
"It's all taken care of," Boruto said with a wink, making her sigh in disappointment. "I'll be back in time by evening to catch up with him." Sarada's stomach fluttered at the new information. The thought of being alone with her father-in-law made her hair stand up in excitement. "Aww…" But she couldn't let her husband know about her betraying thoughts, so she pouted at him, faking sadness.
"Don't worry, darling," Boruto squeezed her hand again, hoping to lighten up her mood. "My dad isn't as old as his friends…" his words elicited a laugh from her. "I'm sure he won't bore you that much." He added and stood up from his chair and made his way to her. "Also, who knows, maybe you both will have a lot of fun." Lowering his face, he curved his eyes upwards in a small smile and placed a soft kiss on her cheek.
"Maybe we will, darling…"
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After Boruto's departure, Sarada took a moment to breathe and calm herself down before heading to the bathroom. As she entered the large bathroom, she switched on the faucet, allowing the water to flow until it reached a hotter temperature than usual, in the hope that it could cleanse the guilt and frustration that clung to her like a second skin. Stepping into the tub, she felt the comforting heat surround her and sighed with contentment as she submerged herself up to her neck. The warmth provided comfort, but it couldn't ease the tension in her belly when she thought about seeing her father-in-law again.
"What's going on with me?" Her hand slowly moved towards her pussy, her fingers gently exploring the wetness between her folds as memories of Boruto's dick moving inside her filled her mind. She couldn't help but compare it to the girth of Naruto's cock. "Why am I having these thoughts about Hokage-sama?" She groaned and closed her eyes, picturing those powerful, knowing eyes of her leader watching her as he played with her cunt. "Fuck!" Her breath grew shallow as she inserted a finger deeper than she have.
"Hokage-sama..." She moved her other hand up to her big boobs, giving the right one a gentle squeeze before pinching the pink nipple. She rolled the soft bud between her thumb and forefinger, feeling it stiffen and elongate with each tug. The sensation sent a shiver down her spine, making her gasp. "Ahh!" As she continued to play with her tits, her imagination began to paint a picture of Naruto's hands replacing hers, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh as he took her nipples into his mouth, sucking and biting them like a man possessed.
"Tell me, Hokage-sama," she whispered between her moans as she imagined him sitting before her in the bathtub, his hands firmly placed on her breasts. "What do you want to do with these?" her voice got a little too loud, her thoughts lost in the haze of lust as she pushed her fleshy mounds towards him. "Do you want to squeeze them more?" Her hand squeezed and massaged the soft flesh of her tits, thinking it was him who was kneading and shaping them instead of her.
"Or do you want to suck them?" Her fantasy grew wilder as she took one of her nipples in her mouth, her hips rolling in time with the motion of her tongue. "Yes… I want to feel your tongue on them," she whispered, her voice heavy with lust. "Suck them harder… yes… just like that, Hokage-sama." Sarada's tongue started gliding faster on the nipple, her breathing getting more uneven. She could practically feel his breath on her tits, his teeth grazing her nipple, giving it a little pull before moving to the other.
"After this," she went on, her voice getting louder with each lick. "I want you to fuck me, but not like that stupid son of yours with his... his little stick that can't even reach deep where I want it." She reached down to her ass, her fingers sliding over the firm arch of her ass cheek. "No, I want you to fuck me with that big, thick cock of yours, Hokage-sama. I want you to fill me up, to stretch my pussy wide, to make me scream your name as you fuck me senseless." Her hand slid lower, slapping her ass cheeks roughly as she moaned again. "Agh…" She was ready, so ready for the kind of pounding that Boruto could never give her.
"I want you to punish me, Hokage-sama," she whispered, her voice barely above a breath as she slapped her ass again. "I've been a bad girl for thinking about you like this. You need to show me how to be a good wife again." Her thoughts grew darker with each slap, more depraved as she imagined herself at her father-in-law's mercy. "Spank my ass, sir," her moan echoed in the tiles of the bathroom. "Make me beg for your cock. Make me cry for it so badly that I can't think of anything else."
Knock.
The house bell rang loudly, breaking the morning silence like a gunshot. Sarada's eyes flew open, her hand freezing mid-stroke. "Huh?" She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. It had to be someone from the village, someone who needed Boruto for an emergency. She forced her body to move, stepping out of the tub with reluctance, the cold air hitting her flushed skin like a slap.
"But who?" Wrapping a towel around her waist, she hastily dried herself off, her eyes darting to the clock that was hanging in the dining room. It was too early for visitors, especially unannounced ones. "Meh…" With a growl of irritation, she reached for the second towel and warped it around her chest, tucking it under her armpit to cover her bountiful breasts. The soft fabric of the towel clung to her damp skin, creating a tight top that highlighted her tits even more.
The obnoxious ringing continued, refusing to stop.
"Coming!" Her lips formed a frown as she hurried out of the bathroom, her bare feet slapping against the cold wooden floor of her house. The towel was clinging tightly to her body, the fabric rough against her sensitive nipples, which were still perked up from her earlier thoughts. She took a big breath, trying to calm down before answering the door.
As soon as she opened it, she was greeted by the sight of none other than Naruto Uzumaki himself, his eyes widening at the sight of her partially clothed figure. His eyes wandered across her wet body, pausing on the towel's struggle to hold her large breasts. "Sarada!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with surprise and roughness. "Is Boruto at home?" He did not make any comment about her dress and immediately changed the topic.
Sarada's cheeks flushed a deep shade of red as she hastily tucked the towel tighter around her tits and looked at her hero, the Hokage of Konoha. "No," she stammered, her thoughts going crazy. "He's... He's out on a mission," she responded, showing him respect by bowing, which in turn gave him an unobstructed view of her cleavage. "Also, please come inside, Hokage-sama!" Although her words made him laugh, he couldn't help but shake his head in amusement.
Naruto stepped in, his eyes never moving away from the swaying of her big ass. Shaking his head in shame, he moved his gaze away from her and looked around the house before eventually stopping when his eyes fell upon the slightly open bathroom door. A faint aroma of sex remained in the air, and Sarada could detect his curiosity in his eyes. A surge of fear overcame her as she worried he would uncover her secret, but the thrill of his presence took over. "Make yourself at home," she said, working to control the wavering in her voice. "While I go and change my clothes."
As she retreated into the bedroom, she was aware of his eyes following her, captivated by the sway of her hips. Her heart hammered in her chest as she closed the door gently and sighed to herself. "Dear god…" her lips quivered as she realized she was almost caught red-handed by him. "I need to get dressed fast!" Her eyes fell on the lingerie drawer, and she hesitated for only a moment before pulling out a lacy black thong and a matching push-up bra. She'd bought them on a whim, thinking that she would surprise Boruto with them. Unfortunately, that day never arrived. But now, as she wore them, a surge of hope and excitement washed over her. She knew Naruto was in the room next door, and the thought of him seeing her like this sent a wave of excitement through her.
Next, she moved to the right corner of her drawer and smiled as she chose a dress that Boruto had never seen wear before. It was short, ending just above her mid-thigh, and tight enough to leave little to the imagination. The neckline plunged low, framing her ample cleavage like a work of art. As she zipped it up, she took a deep breath, her breasts spilling out just enough to make her feel confident and desired. "And now the final touch." She sprayed a last burst of perfume, enveloping herself in the fragrance of jasmine and vanilla. "Also…" Her eyes gleamed with joy as she applied a touch of makeup on her face, her hand trembling slightly as she painted her lips a deep red, one that she knew her father-in-law loved a lot.
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When Sarada returned to the living room, she found Naruto sitting on the couch, his legs stretched out in front of him. "Woah…" He looked up at her, and she could swear that for a moment, she saw a flicker of hunger in his eyes, the same hunger she'd seen in her fantasies. As she got closer to him, he took a deep breath, his nostrils flaring slightly as he took in her scent. "You look... beautiful, Sarada-chan," he whispered, his voice low and filled with a distinctive warmth that sent a shiver down her spine.
As she sat down beside him, Sarada could feel her cheeks grow warm, realizing that the space between them was closer than she had expected. Folding her hands in her lap, she adjusted the fabric of her dress, unintentionally giving him a tantalizing glimpse of her toned thighs. "Thank you, Hokage-sama." She mumbled, not seeing the way Naruto was eyeing her thick thighs.
"Duh…" Naruto's smile grew wider as he laughed at her, his eyes never leaving hers. "We are family now, Sarada," he said, his voice warm and inviting. "There's no need for formalities between us. Even Hinata-chan does not like you being this formal." As she blushed even harder, his laughter filled the room, growing louder and more boisterous.
"Would… would you like some tea, fath… Hokage-sama?" she asked, her voice a little too shaky, a little too weak for a woman like her. "Sure…" He nodded, his gaze still on her as she stood and moved into the kitchen.
The act of making tea was a simple and soothing task that Sarada knew very well about. It was something she had done countless times in the past. However, today as she prepared tea for her father-in-law, there was a nervous excitement that made her hands tremble while pouring hot water over the leaves. 'Get a hold of yourself, Sarada!' She whispered as she could feel his gaze on her back, specifically her ass. He was gazing at it as if he wanted to eat it whole. 'No… he doesn't want that… It's what you want him to do….' She took a deep breath, willing her hands to steady as she carried the steaming cup back to him.
'But he looks so good.' While walking back to the couch, she made sure to sway her large ass as much as she could, the dress on her barely covering her thighs anymore. She knew he was watching, his eyes feasting on the sight of her, and it made her feel more desired and horny. It was a strange feeling, one she hadn't felt in a long time, and she wanted more of it. 'He is still looking at my hips…' Sarada set the cup down on the table with a soft sound, her knees feeling wobbly as she bent over slightly, giving him a deliberate view of her cleavage.
"Do you like milk in your tea, Hokage-sama?" she asked, her voice a mix between a seductive whisper and a moan that even she didn't recognize she had the ability to produce. "If so, just tell me, I'll be happy to... help you." Her red lips curved into a smile as she lowered herself a little more. His shocked gaze landed on the V of her top, and she could see his pupils dilate slightly as he took in the sight of her soft skin.
Naruto cleared his throat, his gaze snapping back up to meet hers. "Uh, yeah," he said, his voice a little shakier than usual. "Milk would be great."
Sarada nodded her head and stepped closer to him, her heart racing as she reached for the small pitcher on the side table. "Here…" She took her time, her eyes never leaving his as she carefully tilted it over his cup, watching the white creamy liquid mix with the dark pool of tea.
"Thank you, Sarada-chan," he murmured with a strange expression on his face, something she hadn't seen before there. Usually, he would always be so manly and confident. So, in order to get a clear look, she sat back down beside him, the space between them feeling even smaller than before. "How have you and Boruto been doing?" he asked, his eyes never leaving her face, and she knew why. He did not want to get caught looking at her big tits again. "I mean, how's married life treating you?"
The question hit her hard, like a punch to the gut. It was the married life she had with Boruto that had led her to this point, where she was about to cross the line with her own father-in-law. But she couldn't tell him that. She knew how much her leader loved his family. "Everything is going great, Hokage-sama," she lied with a smile on her face, her voice unnaturally cheery. "Even though Boruto is always busy with work, we still manage to make time for each other and that's what matters the most." She added, taking a sip of her tea, the warmth failing to soothe the uneasy feeling in her stomach.
Naruto nodded, his gaze locked on hers, as if seeking a concealed truth. "Yup, that is what truly matters," he said, his tone gentle. "But it's also important to make sure that you're happy too, Sarada-chan. Hinata used to be just like you because of my stupidness, and I don't want you to end up the same way." The sincerity in his voice as he said it made her feel the urge to confess everything. To tell him about the emptiness she felt, the hunger that had taken hold of her. But she couldn't. Not when the object of her desire was sitting right in front of her.
"How about you?" Before she could say something she'd regret, she quickly changed the subject. "How's this new life treating you?" She held her breath, waiting for his response. His eyes grew distant for a moment, and she saw a flash of something she couldn't quite name. Was it sadness? Regret? Or was it just the weight of his own thoughts, the burdens of his position as hokage in this new world where everyone they were friends with had grown up except for them?
Naruto's attention momentarily shifted to her cleavage as he took a sip of his tea, then he met her eyes again. "It's... interesting," he said with a small smile. "It's weird to see your friends becoming older while your children are getting closer to your age, but I'm relieved that everyone is safe." The way he spoke made it obvious that he was not happy with something. "But let's not talk about me anymore," he stated, placing his cup on the table. "I can see there's something on your mind, Sarada. What's been bothering you?" The unexpected question made her flustered, struggling to respond, her face turning a deeper shade of red. "It's nothing," she managed to say, her voice so soft it was almost a whisper. "Just... just the usual stuff, you know."
Naruto shifted his position, but never broke eye contact with her. "Is it about Boruto? Is that brat troubling you?" he asked, a prideful and teasing smile playing on his lips. "Tell me… If yes, then I will give him a long lecture for troubling our dear Sarada-chan." The casual way he spoke about her and his son was not nothing new to Sarada. Her leader was like that when it came to his family. 'Wait… I'm his family too now…' She felt a strange mix of frustration and arousal burn within her as that thought entered her mind, the two emotions fighting for dominance.
"No," she said, her voice barely a whisper. "It's nothing to do with Boruto." The lie felt heavy on her tongue, but she managed to keep that smile on her face as she took another sip of her tea, the liquid scalding her throat as it went down.
Naruto leaned in, accidentally brushing her knee with his hand. "If it's about something else," he said, his voice a gentle coax. "You can tell me, Sarada-chan. We are family now, remember?" His touch on her exposed flesh sent electrifying sensations through her entire body. She knew she should pull away, but she found she couldn't. "It's just..." she began, her voice trailing off as she searched for the right words. "It's our... our love life," she finally managed to say, the words coming out in a rush. "Boruto and I-I... it's not what I thought it would be." The admission flowed out like a released dam, and the heaviness of her words filled the air.
Naruto's smile vanished, and his eyes turned gentle. "Ah, I see," he said, with a knowing tone. "Being married can be tough, especially for shinobi. Our lifestyle doesn't really allow for romance, you know?" He gave her knee a gentle squeeze, silently offering support and understanding. "But it's important to talk it out with your partner, to figure it out."
Sarada nodded with her eyes on the ground. She knew he was right, but she couldn't find the courage to spill the tea, not yet. "I know," she whispered. "It's just... it's complicated."
Naruto leaned closer, his hand subconsciously sliding up her thigh, making her gasp internally. 'Hokage-sama…' She knew he was just trying to reassure her, but the heat of his skin against hers was something she could not ignore. "I'm here for you, Sarada," he murmured. "We all are here for you. Whatever it is, we can talk about it." The sensitive skin of her inner thigh came alive with his touch, sending shivers down her spine. Biting her lip, she looked up at him with her eyes.
He was so close, his breath warm against her cheek, his eyes searching hers for the truth she was desperately trying to hide. "It's just..." she began again, her voice trembling. "It's just that... Boruto... he's... not... enough." She couldn't stop herself from saying the words, her desire overflowing.
Naruto's hand suddenly became still on her thigh, and his eyes widened in shock. "What do you mean, 'not enough'?" he gasped, his face looking like he had seen a ghost.
Sarada's eyes searched his, looking for a sign of anger or disgust, but all she found was confusion and concern. She took a deep breath and confessed everything. "In bed," she whispered, her voice filled with desire and sadness. "He's... he's very inactive there." She did not want to insult his son to his face, so she chose the words carefully.
Naruto remained silent for a while before shaking his head. "And what do you mean by inactive?" he asked, his voice gentle and shaky, probably fearing the answer she might give him.
His question did not get any answer from her, as Sarada knew she was crossing a line she should not. 'I need to tell him…' But the need inside her was too great, the desire too intense. So, she leaned in, her voice a whisper sliced through the silence of the room instantly. "He is lazy… I need... more from him, Hokage-sama." She confessed, daring not to look into the eyes of her father-in-law. "I-I… I need him to make me feel good too."
Naruto's eyes searched hers, the concern in them deepening. He leaned back slightly, his hand still resting on her thigh. "Is he refusing to have sex with you?" The way he bluntly asked that questioned made Sarada realize the difference between him and her husband. Uzumaki Naruto, her leader, was just different. Boruto could never be like him when it came to talking about matters like this. Also, now she had a reason to avoid talking about sizes and Boruto's lack of skills. "Y-yes, Hokage-sama," she whispered, trying to look as sad as possible. "He is always busy," her hand positioned itself above Naruto's and she shot a sad glance at him. "And when he gets the time, he… it just ends in a few minutes."
The expression on Naruto's face grew even more serious, his hand moving away from her thigh as he sat up straight. "Sarada," he said firmly, "have you talked to Boruto about this? Maybe he just doesn't know how to make you happy in that way. He is still a young man after all."
Sarada's onyx eyes became downcast again, lashes fluttering as she nodded. "Yes, I've tried," she admitted in a small voice, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "Every time, he promises to do better the next time. But when the moment comes..." she trailed off, unable to hide the frustration in her tone. "It's always the same, Hokage-sama. He's just... inexperienced and never seems to improve." The room grew thick with tension and awkwardness; the silence stretching on more than Naruto had expected. Then, suddenly, Sarada looked up at him, her eyes pleading in a way that he could not help but feel pity for her. "I don't want to disappoint him, but I can't keep going on like this." The way she spoke those words made the hair on his back rise. "I need... I-I need someone who can satisfy me, Hokage-sama."
"I understand, Sarada-chan." Naruto murmured, his face a mask of compassion and understanding. "Also, have you considered talking to your mother, or Hinata about it?" he suggested gently, hoping to offer a solution that didn't involve Sarada feeling bad about her life and resenting his son for it.
Sarada's cheeks flamed even hotter at the mention of her mother and her mother-in-law. She shook her head, the long, black strands of her hair brushing against her bare shoulders. "No, I can't," she breathed out, her voice trembling. "I don't want them to think poorly of Boruto. They'll know he's... not satisfying me."
Naruto's eyes searched hers, feeling sad as he saw desperation and need in them. He knew he was being dumb for asking so many questions, but the protective instincts of a man were strong, especially for someone as beautiful and lovely as Sarada. She had always been very close to his heart. So, seeing her like this was making him mad too. "I see," he said slowly, stroking his chin thoughtfully, trying not to look creepy for being so invested in her life. "It's a touchy subject, for sure. But hey, Hinata always tells me that communication is super important in any relationship. So, maybe if you discuss it with her or your mother, you'll figure out a way to make it better."
Sarada chewed on her lower lip, mulling over what he said. He was not wrong. 'Maybe I should talk about it to them… NO!' She shook her head. The thought of exposing Boruto's flaws to her mom or mother-in-law was too much for her. "I can't do that…" There was an awkward silence following her words, and the atmosphere got thicker with all her hidden desires. "But…What if..." she paused, her heart racing as she looked at him. "What if there was someone else who could help me?" The question echoed in the room like a loud thunder, and she watched as Naruto's eyes darkened with something she had never seen before.
Desire.
The room grew smaller as he leaned closer, his eyes emanating nothing but confusion. "What do you mean by that, Sarada-chan?" His gruff voice carried an undeniable hunger.
Sarada's pulse started to race. "Someone who is close to me... and… and knows how to make a woman feel good," she whispered, her eyes fluttering closed as she braced herself for the ultimate confession. "Someone like... you, Hokage-sama."
The air in the room became even denser, and silence filled the space except for the pounding of their hearts. Soon, Naruto's hand found her knee again and started to slowly glide up to the thigh once more. "Sarada, what are you trying to say?" He asked, his voice barely above a whisper, deep and rough.
Her eyes snapped open, locking onto his intense gaze, a mixture of desire and anticipation reflected in her own. "What I mean is... I need someone like you, Hokage-sama… someone who knows me well enough… someone who can make my body feel good…" She leaned in closer, her breasts pressing against his chest, her nipples hard and sensitive against the fabric of her tight dress.
With a pause, Naruto's hand ceased its movement, and he locked onto her gaze with his searching eyes. He could see the raw need in them, the desperation of a woman craving for something she wasn't getting. 'She is my son's wife…' The internal battle raged within him as he knew he should stop, should push her away and fortify the unbreakable boundaries between them. But the fire in her gaze and the view of her exposed breasts were too intense, too tempting to ignore. 'No…' His eyes saw the need inside her increase and he could see that she wanted it rough, rougher than his wife had ever wanted it. 'Don't…' He tried to look away from her, but the scent of her perfume and the jiggle of her boobs made it impossible to do so. 'Her eyes… they look exactly like Sakura-chan…' The name Sakura ignited something inside his mind, something that he had long ago forgotten.
"Fuck!" With a growl that seemed to come from the depths of his soul, he crushed his lips to hers, his hand sliding up to cup her firm, round ass. The kiss was explosive, full of passion and desire that had been building for too long. "Ahh!" Sarada's body responded immediately, arching into him, her own hands tangling in his hair.
As their kiss deepened, their tongues dancing together in an erotic dance, Sarada felt a hand slip under her dress, ghosting over the smooth skin of her thigh and inching closer to the heat between her legs. "H-Hokage-sama…" She gasped into the kiss, her pussy already wet and begging for his attention. The hand paused, waiting for permission. Sarada moaned, giving it with a small nod of her head. With a gentle tug, her panties were pulled aside, and two thick, rough fingers slid into her wetness, causing her to gasp again.
"Is this what you want?" He whispered against her lips, his voice deep and intense, something that made her shake in ecstasy. "Y-yes," Sarada could only nod, her eyes glazed with lust as her hips began to rock in order to let him go deeper.
Naruto's eyes dilated with desire and excitement as he felt Sarada's warm juices coating his fingers. "Agghh…" He knew he was crossing a line, but the temptation of being with a beautiful, crazy woman like her was too much. "You are already so wet, Sarada-chan…" With a low grunt, he began to pump his fingers in and out of her, her walls tightening around him with every thrust of his digits. He could feel her body responding to his slightest touch, her breaths becoming more ragged and her moans growing louder. 'She is moaning like a slut already…' His own mind was going crazy, his cock straining against his pants as he imagined being inside her.
"Here… Hokage-sama…" Sarada's legs parted wider, giving him better access as she wrapped her slender arms around his neck, pulling him closer. "Do it faster…" The sensation of his rough manly fingers inside her was wonderful, and she could already feel an orgasm building within her, something she hadn't experienced in what felt like an eternity. "More…" As she moaned into his mouth, her hips moving in sync with his hand, she began to feel the need to have him inside her, to know what it was like to be with a man like him.
"I'm cumming!" Sarada's lips parted from his as she let out a loud moan, her body reaching climax around his fingers, his experienced touch on her clit driving her wild. "Fuck!" She held onto him tightly, her nails piercing his shoulders, while waves of pleasure washed over her. When she finally descended from her climax, she stared at him with longing in her eyes. "Lead me to the bedroom," she murmured, her voice dripping with lust.
Naruto's grip on her tightened, his fingers still buried in her wet cunt. "Hmm…" Without wasting a second, he scooped her up into his arms. His muscular biceps flexed as he carried her through the dimly lit hallway, her legs wrapped around his waist. The way her body was pressed against him, so soft and curvy at the right places, was driving him crazy.
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Entering the bedroom, he laid her down on the large, comfortable bed, his eyes raking over her as he stood back to admire her voluptuous body. Her already short dress was hiked up, exposing her large, round ass and the damp spot between her thighs. Her big supple breasts were jiggling with every breath she took, her nipples peaked and begging for attention. 'She is so hot…' He couldn't believe that he was about to take his son's wife, but the lust had taken over, and there was no turning back now.
'Sorry Hinata… but I need to fuck this girl badly.' Deliberately, he took his time, enjoying the moment, as he started to undress her, revealing her completely bare to him. Her skin was flawless, and her curves were so deadly they could easily rival Hinata's. He leaned down, his mouth watering as he kissed and licked her neck, making his way down to her breasts. "Agh… Naruto-sama…" She arched her back, offering her big perky tits to him, and he took them in his mouth, sucking and nibbling at her sensitive pink buds until she was moaning like a mad woman again. "Suck them harder…" Her hands found his pants, and she began to work on his zipper, desperate to feel him inside her. As she pulled his cock free, she gasped at the size of it. It was so damn huge and thick compared to Boruto's, and she was dying to see how it would ruin her pussy. With a slow yet skilled movement, she began to stroke it, feeling him throb in her hand, the veins on it pulsating with her every stroke.
Finally, unable to wait any longer, he positioned himself between her legs, the head of his cock nudging against her slick entrance. He locked eyes with her, scanning for any trace of uncertainty, only to find an undeniable desire. He pushed inside her slowly, savoring the feeling of her tight pussy gripping him like a glove.
"So tight!" Naruto responded with a loud grunt as Sarada's legs wrapped around him, encouraging him to penetrate her deeper, a request he gladly fulfilled. The sensation of her smooth walls stretching around his thick cock was almost too much for him to handle, but he held back, not wanting to rush this moment. As he pushed in further, her young pussy tightened around him, the sound of her moans filling the silent room. "Fuck..." He moaned along with her, surprised by how tight yet smooth her pussy was. With every powerful thrust, the wetness of her walls coated his cock, making it easier to slide in and out of her.
Sarada's hungry eyes were locked onto his, filled with respect and desire, as he kept moving inside her, his hips moving in a steady movement that made her moan like a bitch in heat. Each stroke of his big dick was just right, hitting all the spots her husband never could. 'This is what I needed… Ack!' Her breath hitched in her throat as she felt herself building up to another orgasm, one that was going to be far more intense than the one he had given her with just his fingers.
'Huh' But before she could cum, he abruptly pulled his thick cock out of her, the sudden emptiness making her whimper. "Ahh!" Then, with no warning, he slapped her large ass with a force that made her skin sting and eyes water, leaving a red handprint on her right ass cheek. "You like that, don't you, slut?" he growled, his voice filled with a dark, dominating edge she had never heard before. "Y-yes…" Sarada's body responded with a jolt of arousal, her pussy getting wetter as the word rang inside her mind. 'Slut…' She bit her lip, nodding, unable to deny the thrill that shot through her at his words. The combination of pain and pleasure was new to her, and she wanted more. She wanted to be called a slut again. "Y-yes, Hokage-sama," she whispered, her voice trembling with excitement. "I... I like it when you talk to me like that..."
Naruto's eyes sparkled with satisfaction as he watched her reaction, his hand still on her ass, feeling the heat from the slap. He bent over, his breath tickling her neck. "Of course you do… I know what girls like you want…" he murmured, before slamming back into her, harder and faster than before. The force of his thrusts made the bed creak, the sound of it reminding her of what a real man was supposed to feel like. His thrusts were like night and day compared to her husband's feeble attempts. Naruto was making her pussy ache while Boruto couldn't even make her feel anything. "Yes… Yes…" The feeling of being filled by him was different. The way his gigantic cock was stretching her insides was different. And she was loving it. "Keep fucking this slut of yours… Hokage-sama!" Her moans were getting louder with each stroke and the sting from the slap was still surging through her body, adding to the intensity of her pleasure. She had never felt so alive, so wanted, so utterly dominated by a man.
'What is this?' Sarada's thoughts spun as Naruto's big cock pounded her relentlessly, satisfying her in a manner Boruto had never done. "Agh… so big… It's so big, Hokage-sama…" She found herself thinking about her husband again, and couldn't resist comparing his dick to his father's. Boruto's lazy, unexciting way of having sex was nothing compared to the sex she was having with his dad right now. The different in their sizes and experience was so clear, and with each powerful thrust, she realized what she had been missing out on. "Slow down… it's too… m-much…" The feeling of being truly fucked for the first time in her life felt so good and was washing away the frustration she had accumulated from her unsatisfying marriage. Her pussy was dripping wet, loving every move her father-in-law's thick shaft was making inside it. Sarada knew she could never settle for Boruto's dick again.
Naruto's grip on her hips tightened as he felt her pussy clench around him, making her moans even more desperate. 'Fuck… look at her…' He groaned as he realized he was giving her what she wanted, what she was dying for. 'Moaning like a bitch… Sakura really gave birth to a slut eh…' He was getting off on it as he stared at her glorious, curvy body twisting beneath him, her eyes all glazed over with lust and need. It was as if Sakura herself was looking at him like that with those beautiful green eyes of hers. "I'm going to ruin you, bitch!" He wanted to show her how a real man fucked like. He wanted to destroy her pussy for her husband.
Sarada looked up at him with a mix of lust and desperation in her eyes. "Call me a whore…" she begged, her voice a needy whimper. "Call me your whore, Hokage-sama." The words sent a thrill through her body, and she felt her pussy tighten around his cock in anticipation.
Naruto's eyes went wide, but he didn't hesitate for a second. He leaned in, whispering in her ear with his hot breath. "You're my whore, Sarada," he growled, his hips never stopping their relentless pace. "You're my dirty little whore, you stupid bitch!" He forcefully pressed his lips against hers and began to eat her mouth with his tongue. Her saliva mixed with his felt amazing. It was like an aphrodisiac, fueling his hunger to fuck her tight cunt even more.
Her body reacted instantly to his words, her pussy clenching around him, her walls tightening as she approached another orgasm. The feeling was indescribable. The way his words sent a bolt of electricity straight to her core was amazing. "Harder!" She'd never felt so wanted and used like this before, and she was loving every second of it. "Ruin me…" Her nails dug into his back as she met his thrusts, her body moving with the rhythm of his hips.
The sound of their flesh slapping together filled the room, the only other noises being their harsh breaths and Sarada's whimpers of pleasure. She was on fire, lost in lust as she came around him, her orgasm hitting her like a wave and leaving her breathless. She sensed him getting tense, his firm hold on her hips almost hurting as he moaned and came inside her too, his hot thick cum making a smile appear on her face. It felt so good to have his strong sperm swimming inside her belly.
For a moment, they stayed still, panting and trembling, their bodies joined in the most primal of ways. And then, with a soft sigh, Naruto pulled out, his cock glistening with her juices. He looked down at her, his eyes filled with a hunger she had never seen before. "You're gonna be my slut from now on," he said, his voice firm and unwavering, just like a leader's voice should be, and it made her even wetter. "Every time you need a good fuck, every time you're not satisfied with Boruto, you'll come to me for this. Don't try to shame my son again."
Sarada could only nod, her body still humming with the aftershocks of pleasure. She knew she had made a huge mistake, but she didn't care, as it was a mistake that brought her so much pleasure. For the first time in her life, she was feeling truly satisfied, truly alive. And she was going to do whatever it takes to feel like this again.
"Hokage-sama… I have got a mission for you…" Sarada looked at him and smiled, her eyes shining glazed with lust. "Your mission," she whispered, her voice husky with desire as she wrapped her arms around his neck and brought him closer to her chest. "Is to suck on my tits like." The words were out before she could stop them, but the look on his face told her he liked the idea. With a smirk, he leaned down, his eyes never leaving hers, and took one of her full, round breasts in his mouth. He sucked hard, his tongue flicking her sensitive nipple, making her gasp. She arched her back, trying to shove it deeper into his mouth. "Yes," she moaned, "just like that, Hokage-sama…"
Naruto's eyes darkened with lust as he switched to the other breast, his hand massaging the one he had just abandoned. "Mmm…" His teeth grazed her protruding pink bud, making her whimper with pleasure as his tongue glided over the areola to coat it with his saliva. "They are amazing…" he murmured, his voice filled with the authority she had always admired in him. "Boruto is so lucky to have these." His lips couldn't help but curl up as he shamelessly complimented Sarada's impressive rack, conveniently leaving out how exceptional Hinata's tits were.
The way his mouth felt on her tits was almost unbearable, and she knew she was close to coming again. She felt an electric current shoot through her body with each touch from his mouth and hands; the pleasure centered directly on her clit. "Please," she begged, her voice filled with desperation and a hint of pleading. "I need more," she said with a longing in her voice.
Naruto's eyes sparkled with excitement as he effortlessly flipped Sarada onto her stomach, her legs parting instinctively. He firmly held onto her huge hips, aligning himself with her eager entrance once more. "Take this then!" With a feral growl, he forcefully shoved his dick in her from behind, causing her ass cheeks to jiggle and her curvy body to jolt forward. His hand reached around to her clit, rubbing it in rhythm with his pounding. Her pussy was drenched and tight, holding him like a vice. 'She is still so tight…' He was loving the way she was responding to his touch, her moans echoing through the room as he slapped her ass again and again, leaving it bright red with his abuse. If that was not enough, the bitch in front of him was pushing back into him, meeting his every thrust with her own, her body begging for more. It was like she was made to be fucked by him.
The room was filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin, his balls slapping her ass, and her moans of pleasure. Her breasts swayed with each impact, and he couldn't resist leaning down to bite and suck on her neck, leaving a trail of kisses and marks down her spine. Sarada's mind was going crazy, and her voice was growing desperate due to his kisses. "Please, father," she begged, her voice muffled by the pillow she had buried her face in. "Don't stop. Fuck me harder, father!"
The word "father" slipped from Sarada's lips again, and it was like a switch had been flipped inside of Naruto. "Fuck!" He began to pound her cunt even harder, his hips slapping against her ass with a fervor that was both surprising and incredibly arousing to her. She could feel him thicken even more inside of her, filling her completely. The word "father" seemed to be a trigger for him, and she felt a tremor shot down her spine as she realized she had found something that could make him lose control. "Yes, father," she moaned into the pillow again, her voice muffled by the fabric. "Fuck me harder. Make your bitch come again."
Naruto's strokes became more intense, almost punishing. He was completely lost in the moment, the lines between them all blending together in a haze of passion. The room filled with the sound of their bodies slamming into each other while Sarada begged for more. The forbidden aspect only made them more passionate and turned on, making each thrust more thrilling. "Yes, father… more… I'm about to come…" She pressed against him, her pussy tightening around his cock as she pleaded for release. "Aghh!" With a final, brutal thrust, he reached around her body, his hand finding her clit again. He rubbed it firmly as he fucked her, his cock hitting her g-spot with every movement. The feelings were too much for Sarada, and she was on the verge of another mind-blowing orgasm. "Father, I'm gonna cum!" she screamed, her body shaking as waves of pleasure consumed her, tears streaming down her face like a river now.
"Fuck!" Naruto's own orgasm was close now, and the sound of her calling him "father" was too much for him to handle. He thrust into her one last time, his cock exploding with cum deep inside her. The way her pussy tightened around him when she came was mind-blowing, and he let out a powerful growl as he reached his climax, his body shaking. For a brief moment, they held each other, their breaths blending, their bodies glistening with sweat and passion.
Sarada regained her breath first and glanced back at him, her eyes filled with satisfaction and tears. "We should take a bath," she suggested with a mischievous smile. "So that no one... finds out."
Naruto chuckled, his eyes still dark with lust as he pulled out of her. "Great idea, Sarada…" he said, his voice still sexy and rough. He grabbed her hand and pulled her off the bed, leading her to the bathroom while she followed him like a puppy, not daring to resist the order of her man. "Wanna help me clean up?" he asked, his cock still semi-hard from their intense fucking.
Sarada looked at him and smiled.
"Sure… father."
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Well, this was an idea given to me by a reader. I think it turned out fine. What do you guys think? Drop a review to let me know.
Thanks.