Laughter resonated through the grand hall, but for every giggle there was two sideways glances at the woman of honor. Kushina, dressed in her birthday finest, was perched on a chair with Sasuke standing by her side. For 53 years old, she looked exceptionally well groomed- nothing like the gray haired ladies that, as soon as they turned 50, were handed over to nursing homes by relieved families who no longer had to deal with them. Though Kushina was arguably beautiful, there were many ill-fated looks aimed her way, or, more specifically, at the pair of them. Sasuke and Kushina had made their relationship public knowledge- it was pretty hard for people to ignore their appearances over the last month together- and were not shy about acknowledging it. Though this boldness made some people respect their relationship and stay away from it despite disagreeing with the two, it made most people cringe. The age difference was staggering- Naruto was close to Sasuke's age- and her husband had been in the ground not even close to half a year yet. People were quick to label her, and though they were a tiny bit more forgiving to Sasuke ("He doesn't know any better" some would titter sympathetically, "she's taking advantage of the poor man") they berated him as well.
Kushina seemed to be blissfully deaf to criticism so far. Due to the special occasion, she was clad in something a bit sexier than her normal clothing, but it wasn't too out there for her age. Certainly not outlandish enough for gossiping groups to call her 'cougar' or 'desperate', though admittedly some tossed those adjectives around for lack of better ones. They just couldn't figure out why Sasuke would waste time with Kushina, because though she was not hideous or a public pariah, she certainly wasn't his age and she certainly wasn't worthy of him, or so thought the jealous younger women who had lusted after Sasuke for years now. Visions of bearing his child (some of the girls had extensive imaginations) suddenly vanished, popped like a bubble.
"Minato just died, like seriously." One such blond griped, tipping back her glass and allowing a generous amount of alcohol into her system. She hadn't known Minato, and though she had been in Sasuke's class he had never really paid her attention. After her recent surgery, he had noticed her a bit more (the enhanced breasts were kind of hard not to notice) but just when she had been making progress he had suddenly gotten together with this old widow. "It makes no sense." She whined, voicing her wandering, vague thoughts.
"She must be, like, a dead fish in bed." Her friend agreed sympathetically, trying to recall if old women could even get wet at all. "How old is she? Can she even, like… have sex?" She made a gesture, as if to illustrate her question. She tossed her head to emphasize this point, and the first shrugged in a lost sort of way, feeling as though her heart was broken. Sasuke could have her, but instead he had chosen an old woman freshly widowed. It didn't make sense!
In a similar way, groups of people had conversations such as this one all around the extravagant hall, feeding on the controversy surrounding the new union of Kushina and Sasuke. There was plenty of fodder for it, too, especially the age difference and the timing.
Hinata sighed, the napkin crushed in her hands as she fiddled with it to take her attention away from this party. As daughter in law of Kushina, she was required to attend, but Naruto couldn't be here due to work. Hopefully he would find the time to pop in later, but Hinata was alone until then. Where Naruto failed at tact he made up for in presence, and usually if she could stick with him she would be safe from gossip or Sasuke. But for now, she was subject to this party. She overheard gossip quite often, and wondered how Kushina couldn't hear it. But Kushina seemed radiantly happy, blissful, and a bit too much so for Hinata's liking. It was odd, that so soon after her other half's death, she had found another man. Hinata stopped herself from thinking this way, as she realized that the people fueling the gossip sounded exactly like her thoughts.
Oddly like the wake, a line of people was shuffling around, waiting to congratulate Kushina on reaching such an age. "Wow, 53!" A random well-wisher almost shouted, profuse and honest in his congratulations… mostly due to how visible Kushina's breasts were under her dress. Lewdly, the man hugged Kushina, but he wasn't brave enough to cop a feel. Delighted by this act of affection and convinced he was an old gay man, Kushina grinned and struck up a conversation with him, clueless as to why the man had come over to the table in the first place.
Hinata felt a hand on her arm and turned to address the person. She made a face when she saw the owner of said hand- Sasuke- and the three men who had arranged themselves in a semi circle around him, as if he were their leader. Sasuke grinned at her like a smug cat that had caught a mouse. He knew she couldn't say a damn thing, and better yet, she could perform well without tattling. That was why he was handing her off to these guys. "Hinata, have you met my friends from the Cloud village?"
Sasuke rattled off their names with accuracy, but Hinata stared at Sasuke's hand, which rested on her while he talked. Aware of this but refusing to acknowledge it, Sasuke stopped talking when he noticed her glare. This sudden silence got Hinata's attention, and she looked up at the men (who had moved a bit closer, like animals closing in on their prey) and stiffly nodded, then looked again at Sasuke's hand on her smooth forearm. She disliked his touch almost as much as his presence, though not nearly as much as she hated him for making her so sexually attracted to someone she loathed. As soon as the image of the three men set in, though, her neck snapped up and her eyes widened in alarm. The men from the Cloud Village were all tall black men who looked as though they were heavily hung. All were dressed fairly nicely- nice enough to look as though they fit in at a party in a hall such as this.
They were all three eyeing her appreciatively, obviously noting the short red dress she wore. It kept riding up onto her hips when she walked, and this such reason was why she had been sitting down for the entire length of the birthday party thus far. She had strappy golden heels on, the heel itself so thin that it looked like a pin. They weren't classy, per se, but they were nicer than the usual hooker-type heels she usually wore. She had made an effort for Kushina, or, more specifically, she had made an effort to fly under Sasuke's radar. If Kushina ever found out about Sasuke and Hinata's little "arrangement", she would be heartbroken and mad as hell- never a good combination for a woman in love. 'Hell hath no fury like Kushina scorned' Hinata thought bitterly. She shifted onto the balls of her feet to take the pressure off her heels, feeling as though the strappy golden things might snap and send her sprawled to the ground. How funny that would look, she thought angrily, her matching red lace panties (which were, as per usual, completely see-through) on display for all to see. As it was, she had to keep tugging the damn skirt down, but it was hard to do, since the style was a bodycon- which meant that it was suctioned to her skin like a wetsuit, though much nicer than that, admittedly.
Sasuke raised a hand, capturing Hinata's attention once more, and waved off the men. They obeyed, obviously sensing something important coming, and retreated to a corner. They murmured to themselves, their desire lewdly obvious.
Sasuke casually glanced over his shoulder to make sure Kushina was otherwise occupied. She was getting swarmed by well wishers or people with fake congratulations, and they were luckily so loud that she would never hear what Sasuke had to say. Such good luck that Naruto was occupied at work… and such a good thing that Sasuke had contacts nearly everywhere to delay him there as well. A morally wrong man, maybe, but Sasuke was not stupid.
He turned back to Hinata with a faint smile on his lips. "No fucking them."
"Excuse me?" Hinata pulled away from him with a jerky motion, nearly falling off her chair. Sasuke reached out and righted her, though he quickly pulled his hand away to avoid suspicion and a fit thrown by the livid Hinata. Sasuke sighed- why couldn't she be a meek little thing, just for once? Then again, he mused, perhaps they wouldn't be so eager if she were as silent but well endowed as a blow up doll. Men liked feisty women with large assets, so perhaps Hinata's temper was a blessing to Sasuke on this day.
"You heard me, Hinata." He said, so velvety and low that his voice could be mistaken for song. "It's not complicated, and I know you understand. I don't want you kissing them, I don't want them fucking you. Blowjobs and little hand favors, fine, sure, all good. But you're not allowed to have sex with them, got it?"
As if she wanted to do this, Hinata fumed! The way he made it sound, he was doing her a favor, or he was her father laying down the law on what she could or couldn't do. His tone reminded her of someone in charge, someone who made the rules and carried them out, no matter how twisted they happened to be. Hinata shook her head in mute anger, unable to believe what she was hearing. So Sasuke thought he could just hand her off to other men now? What did he think Hinata was, a whore?
Ignoring her obvious indignation, Sasuke made hand gestures, as if he were having a casual conversation. "Get that pissed off look off of your face, Hinata, people will get suspicious." She could be so unreasonable sometimes, really. "Look, flirt with them. Get them bothered, yeah? Tease them. Dance with them. And give them the…" He paused, looking for the right word, and Hinata used this silence to try to contort her face back to a normal expression. "…relief they need." Sasuke winked subtly at her, as if they were comrades. When Hinata opened her mouth to protest, Sasuke's smile remained pasted on his face, but his eyes darkened with a gritty kind of humor. "You don't have a choice."
And it was then that Hinata realized how right Sasuke was. He would lord this over her forever, she realized miserably, and she had no way out of it. If she ever refused him or any of his perverted 'friends from Cloud Village', he would inevitably tell Naruto, or perhaps the whole town collectively, of their affair, even if it was Sasuke at fault. Sasuke had a way with words, a way of getting people to believe him, and Hinata was deathly terrified of it. She knew he could make her life hell, in a way that would be worse than it already was. Their relationship at the moment was complicated and awful, not anything a relationship should be, but Hinata could see no way out of it.
With a final glare Hinata stood, her eyes shooting beams of pure hatred at Sasuke's softly smiling face. Then, turning at an abrupt 180 degrees of emotion, Hinata's frown became a fake smile. She turned on her heel and sauntered over to the men as if nothing were bothering her, when it fact she felt as though lead was weighing down her entire body. She gulped before talking, the anticipatory looks on the mens' faces making her gag. No one would have guessed that from her facial expression, however. She giggled at their obvious gawking, shaking her head as she would to jokingly reprimand three little boys. They were all masculine in the traditional sense, with muscles and bravado. Not her type, but it wasn't as if she could ever choose any of this. Another deep breath and she was ready to step into the skin of a vixen. She forced out her voice much higher than usual, choosing to take on a classic sexy rasp of a whine. The less they knew of her true self, the easier she could wash this out of her hair.
"Cloud Village, hmmm? So why are you here, did you run out of women?" She teased them all, pausing for a moment with her eyes on each one of them, running her eyes suggestively up and down each, as if to insinuate that the women of their town couldn't keep up with them. Her eyes lingered particularly long on the bulges in their pants, which were all fairly impressive and daunting. The men laughed appreciatively and much too loudly, making Hinata internally cringe- surely she wasn't that funny? Hopefully the music would drown them out. But then she realized that they were mostly staring at her breasts, her ass, and she realized that this could be an entirely physical encounter if she deemed it one. It could happen, no one would know, they certainly wouldn't tell (God only knew what kind of arrangement Sasuke had made) and she could write it off as a bad dream!
Grasping this metaphorical life raft, Hinata took a deep and cleansing breath, then reached out and swatted the largest man's arm playfully, setting off a chain reaction. Suddenly they were given permission to tease her, to touch her- as a raucous song came on, they competed for her arm but eventually decided to dance around her, groins pointed lasciviously at her ass. They copped a feel as often as they could, which was not often, since Hinata was skilled at the art of teasing and dancing away. Her heels felt as though they would not support her, but they held up loyally as she frantically played a game of one mouse versus three very eager cats.
She wasn't enjoying it, but she was very good at it. It felt very similar, she imagined, to someone who gets stuck in a career they despise but one which they are outrageously good at. This type of blatant teasing frustrated the men, but that only made their bulges harden or grow- Sasuke had been right to assume that most men liked a sassy, buxom type woman. Hard to get was a challenge- it was saying 'I bet you can't get me'. And they liked that challenge, because her first teasing assumption had been correct- they had indeed fucked nearly every woman of age (who was reasonably attractive or good in bed) in their hometown.
The largest one managed to grind against Hinata, his erection rubbing her ass through the short skirt, and one of them had his chest to hers, while another kept dancing dangerously close so that her hand very nearly touched his throbbing bulge. Subtle they were not, and at first Hinata thought they would be found out for sure, but luckily the attention was mostly on Kushina, who had crowds of people wishing her well. Very quickly Hinata found herself backed into a corner by the men, but the advantage to this was the privacy it brought. She rapidly turned from coy girl to hungry woman, just in the way she flashed her eyes at them and fluttered her lashes. "How many women have you slept with, big boy?" She asked one of them, but before he could answer, the largest came back with a quip.
"Not nearly as many as I have, Hinata." He winked at her and thrust his hips slightly to indicate the size of his erection. Hinata frowned for a split second- they knew her name?- but wrote this off. Sasuke very possibly didn't tell them anything- being the wife of such a figure as Naruto meant that Hinata could possibly be known by these men already. She hoped that was the case- she didn't need another bone to pick with Sasuke, the bastard.
Before they could notice her slip, she danced closer and bounced so that her breasts would jiggle attractively against his chest. "How many?" She breathed.
He blinked, mesmerized. "Too many to count."
After a little while of this cat and mouse dance, however, the three men seemed to tire of it… or at least desire a new destination. The large one, who she assumed was the impromptu leader of the bunch, grabbed her hand in a way that meant business and halfway dragged her to the bathroom in an apish sort of way. Some women would have found this sexy, but Hinata felt heavy dread at what was to come. Sasuke's awful voice replayed in her head, like an audio tape she couldn't turn off. 'Relieve them…. But no fucking… you have no choice….'
The destination turned out to be the men's bathroom, which had one lone older man occupant. He swiftly exited, however, at the arrival of the three men and one woman, though they were able to hide Hinata behind their bulky frames extremely well. The bathroom was nice, at least, and lavishly decorated, but Hinata had a feeling that that wasn't going to be of help. The old man left, half blind and blissfully unaware of Hinata's presence.
"I'm going first." Grunted the large, gorilla like man, impatiently unbuckling his pants. Hinata, thinking fast, wanted to delay this, if she couldn't at least stop it from happening. It wasn't helpful in the long run, but she wasn't thinking logically.
"You don't want me to seduce you? You want this to be a one and done trick?" Hinata pouted, which gave the man cause to pause for a moment and glance at his buddies. They shrugged, a little confused but no less turned on. "I'm not just any woman." She said, a little annoyed at their eagerness to get it done. They nodded, smiles on their faces- surely if she wasn't just any woman, she could do it better than the rest?
Though she still hated this with every fiber of her being, Hinata knew she would have to get it over with. To do that, she had to set the ball in motion. With slow steps, which the men took for a gesture of torturing them but was actually her own body resisting what she had to do, she backed against the wall and tugged at the man's belt loop, taking him with her. She finished unbuckling his belt, feeling degraded, and slipped down into a sexy legs-spread position, which proudly displayed her damp transparent lace panties. The man groaned softly in surprise, and his friends inched closer eagerly. She took a deep breath and grabbed his huge member through his underwear, eliciting a grunt from him. "You like that?" She breathed roughly, the words seeming to be stuck in her throat, as she slipped her manicured hand inside. She jacked him off without precision and without skill involved, trying to keep the process quick and removed from herself, but he was fucking loving it none the less.
She took advantage of the element of surprise and suddenly pushed herself away from him. Her stomach was heavy, and she didn't like touching him at all. Already he was moist with pre-cum, already he was ready for her. As the men protested and started towards her, especially the one with his erection hanging out lazily, she shook her finger at them teasingly. They stopped, and she took this advantage to slip her dress down to her waist. Her bra wasn't practical- it was a net of red strings, awfully erotic and lingerie like. At the sight of her nipples (hard, though she disliked the fact) the man whom she had started on decided that he didn't want to wait any longer. Teasing wasn't his thing anymore, not when he had had a taste. He thrust his hips into her hand and quickly ripped off his boxers, letting them and his pants fall to his shoes. The other two men hurriedly unbuckled their belts as well and undid their zippers, moving to flank their leader as he forced his huge dick into Hinata's rosebud mouth.
She tried to breath but choked as the man forced himself deep into Hinata's throat. The other two men grabbed at her hands and eagerly guided one each to their own erections. They took turns moaning and shifting under her hand (or in the leader's case, moving around in her throat) until they didn't want to be neglected any longer. The two men physically pulled the largest man back, which sucked his member out of Hinata's mouth with an audible popping noise. Her suction broken but her ability to breathe normally restored, she savored the air for those two seconds before the other two men were thrusting their own members, large and impressive, at her mouth, vying for dominance. The leader sank down into a near crouch and dangled his erection, still slick from her throat, into her flailing hands. At this point her spine was rigidly straight against the wall as two cocks were pushed forcibly into her mouth.
Grabbing blindly, she tugged at the largest man's member as if to regain her balance, but he only gave a rough groan of approval in reply. "Faster." He grunted, and it didn't sound remotely like a request. It was an order. So, with tearing eyes, she used both hands to squeeze him as she moved up and down. The hardest part was the two men taking turns being in her mouth, as they had figured out that both being pleasured at the same time didn't do as much for their pleasure. So Hinata was constantly shifting between the men, in an ever quickening game, as they each got hot and bothered and were shoved aside by the other for their turn. In rapid succession, she made them cum. First was one of the lackeys, and he spurted all over her outfit as she manhandled him with her delicate hands.
He wiped himself off, oddly business like, and began zipping his pants while the other two finished. He looked down at Hinata, who was occupied by one member in her mouth and the other in her hands, with a satisfied leer. She felt awful about herself in that moment, but was otherwise distracted by two men and their impending pleasure. The largest man exploded seconds after the other, all over Hinata's face and hair. She coughed at the surge of cum as the two final men stopped their torment and casually fixed their clothing, joining the other. Without another word, they all walked out.
They were just in time to hear Sasuke, standing before a magnificent cake that was in the process of being cut by Kushina's aging hands, ask everyone to please quiet down for his announcement. Then, he promptly turned to Kushina and dropped to one knee, eliciting a gasp from the audience, and from her own son, who had just walked in. Naruto stopped where he was and gaped. Sasuke, in a smooth tone and with melting eyes, asked, "Kushina, will you marry me?"
Her eyes already full of happy tears, she nodded vigorously before he had even finished the sentence. Naruto stood stunned as his mother erupted into sobbing fits, obviously over the moon. He had no idea that his wife was currently in the men's bathroom, her slutty outfit in disarray and stained with cum, the white stuff drying in her hair as she focused on getting her breathing back to normal.
