This is why I loved Naruko. Six late nights in a row, over eighty hours at the office so far this week, and what was she doing with her night off? With the next 10 hours she was a free woman?
"OH FUGHHH," she cried out, catching the noise before it got too loud.
She was gripping the frame of our bed, bent over like a mutt for me. The mattress creaked beneath us. Shaking against the metal that held it elevated. We didn't mind. She was so goddamn beautiful, always, but today even more. Her hair was up, curled into an elegant tower of hair, her face painted in that rare way she did when she really wanted to impress. Impress me that was, she went practically plain-faced with diplomats and millionaires but did this for a date with me.
It made my heart melt. I felt so happy, so loved as our hips pounded together. Even if the extra beauty did come with the heavy cost of no kissing or licking or nibbling or anything fun with her gorgeous goddamn face. Not yet, at least. Ino and Sai were just down the hall, we were being rude, keeping them waiting. Fuck, the thrill of that, of Naruko still wanting me to give her some physical affection, even knowing doing so we were effectively showing up late for a gathering we proposed.
They'd understand. They were good friends, they knew how busy my amazing wife was, how she had to multi-task sometimes. Truly make sure she was using every minute of her free time.
"Ugh, I'm close!" she whimpered, sucking in a deep strained breath in through gritted teeth.
"Oh me too honey, I love you, I love you!" I called out, picking up speed without regard for the noise their actual slapping flesh might create. It took too much will just to keep our mouths relatively quiet. Case in point, the long, hushed shriek that came out of my beloved wife's mouth, one last tense stretch before the orgasm left her body a pile of useless limbs.
It was over too soon. We had at least made efforts to be quick, both going at it with every ounce of energy we could muster. Which, admittedly, wasn't quite bottomless for poor Naruko. I stayed inside her for a time, hunched over and hugging her body. After a moment, I began kissing her lower neck, slowly, a second or two between each peck. I wanted to stay there forever, keep pretending he had just bred this wonderful woman, planted a seed inside this perfect field.
"Okay hubby, get off of me, we gotta go," she said, remorsefully, but serious.
But reality came crashing back in. Silently we went about our work. Doing a quick clean-up to try and add some plausibility to the silent claim we hadn't just fucked each other like horny animals. Naruko holding her dress up as she made her way into the adjoining bathroom brought my mind back to kids. It was hard not to, watching all that thick cum dripping down her legs.
It wasn't a good time for kids. We both knew that, we both agreed on that, Naruko didn't have time to be pregnant. Her work was her life, and I had to support her in that. Her financial success was the only reason I was even able to marry her, or at least the only reason I was able to while maintaining good relations with my family. Still, it seems I couldn't think of anything except giving her a big round belly every time we had a roll in the hay.
I loved babies, all children really, but babies especially there was something so special about. That little blank slate, knowing nothing about the world, looking up at you and smiling. As a stay-at-home husband, I'd been spending a lot of time at Tenten's place, helping out with my nephew. It was the least I could do for my cousin, for all of them, her and the kid too. She'd want to take the little guy up to the grave in a few weeks, an anniversary. I needed to be there for that.
"Ready?"
I looked up at her as she came back into the bedroom. She was so goddamn beautiful. That orange dress showed just the right amount of bust, just enough to be sexy but still respectable, professional. Besides that, it was a modest outfit, though it hugged her form tight enough to know she was a woman, no doubt.
I gave her a gentle peck on the mouth, and together we left.
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