Despite the uncomfortable talk, it had been a wonderful couple of weeks. Mei didn't bring up anything that might ruin my or Hinata's life again, and the kids as always were happily oblivious to what a scumbag their dad was. We enjoyed the time we had together to the fullest, and I found myself equal parts dreading and looking forward to the end.

That said, by the time I was pulling into my more permanent residence, I about sprinted up to the door. First, I'd greet the children, sit in the parlor with them for a couple of hours to catch up, then I'd excuse myself to wash after my long drive, and then Hinata could make up some excuse or another to follow me up. That was the reunion that was putting a pep in my step. A quicky in the shower wasn't the most romantic thing in the world, but it had become a staple part of the welcome home, and it was at least a little special.

I pulled the door open and was shocked by the silence. For a moment I was sure something terrible had happened. Then I glanced to my right and realized how ridiculously wrong I was.

Hinata had evidently wanted to make the homecoming a bit more special. Or she'd just decided to do something nice for me, as if that had never happened before. Fucking angel of a woman. Not that any of these thoughts would occur until much later. There wasn't a noise in my skull as I looked over her.

The stockings, the fishnet, that evil black skirt and the blouse that pushed her bust up like fruit of the damn gods!

"W-welcome home sir," she offered, like the obedient maid she was dressed up to be. The door had opened to block her from view, only revealing her when I shut it. For a short moment I just stared, then I closed what short distance there was and pulled her into a tight hug. "N-Naruto no! I-I want-"

I silenced her with a kiss.

"I love you so much Hinata,"

Then I let go, content to admire the view, improved even further by the soft pink blush on her cheeks.

"T-the lady of the house took the children into the city, I-I'm afraid they'll all be gone some time. Is there anything I can do for you?" she continued, sounding almost professional if not for the slutty outfit and powerful blush. Figuring that was my cue, I pulled her back into a grip, kissing that flawless face enthusiastically and relishing in the purs she let out into my mouth.

To my surprise, she continued the little game when the kiss broke.

"S-sir! We can't do this! Y-your wife!" she protested as I greedily groped her covered chest.

"Are you going to pretend you didn't want this, dressing like that?" I asked half in character, half just outright amused by the premise. When she only squirmed a little and tried to fight a smile, I snickered again. I pulled her crotch against mine. "Besides, look how hard you made me,"

"I-I'm sorry sir! P-please let me take care of it," she offered. Another hard squeeze on the chest proceeded my reply.

"Oh? How are you going to take care of it?"

It was then that she gently began pushing on my chest, guiding me backward until I was seated on the stairs. That was new too. Did Hinata need a bit more excitement and novelty in our sex life? Well, I was more than happy to buy her more costumes. Though in all seriousness I noted to have a talk about it soon, to make sure she was happy.

For now though, I'd relax, and enjoy.

She pulled a vial from her ample bust, and even tugged the outfit down a little, revealing it to me. Then she poured that pungent liquid all over her magnificent breasts, blushing furiously and avoiding my eyes as she did. It smelled vaguely fruity, but with a tang to it. My cock twitched inside my pants as it oozed across her skin.

"Okay," she said to herself, breathlessly, as she finally let my little guy out. When her fat breasts finally glomped around me it was my turn to purr. This was a rare treat, especially with her pregnant and her tits swollen to even greater size. I don't even remember the last time I got one from Hinata before she was drunk on an orgasm. Not that she wasn't great when she was like that too, but getting to watch her blush and stutter and freak the fuck out while her boobs bobbed up and down over my lengthy rod was absolutely scrumptious.

The oil was warm and made amusing squelching sounds as she continued. It also made her breasts wonderfully slippery. A frown formed when I began gingerly stroking her hair, not intentionally, but I caught it. I did my best to look like a cold, unamused boss after that.

It wasn't easy.

Still, I didn't make another loud noise until I gasped like I was in pain. My hand went back to her hair, holding her none too gently and making her look at me as it blasted out over her chin, neck, and breasts. She gasped a little too but took it without struggling. Finally, as the quiet came back she piped up.

"W-Will that be all mastUH!"

I pulled her to her feet by the hair, careful not to go too hard, and stared at her like she was a pest.

"That's supposed to calm me down? This is supposed to calm me down?" I asked, gesturing with my free hand to the unbearably erotic sight of her topless, jizz covered form.

"I-"

"-You're coming upstairs with me," I finished for her, releasing her before heading up to the bedroom without looking back. The giddy grin I wore was safely hidden as we walked into the bedroom together. I had to suck in a breath to get my composure back.

"Bend over," I demanded, gesturing to the tall bed. It was only at that moment I truly appreciated those sexy heels she'd forced herself into. The way her ass stuck up for me as she put her trembling torso on the bed. She braced with her hands, of course, had to protect that precious cargo hiding under the dress after all.

"S-sir?" she piped up.

"Something wrong?" I asked in a voice of genuine concern, even placing a hand gently on her back.

She coughed.

"W-we can't! What of your wife? What if I get pregnant?" she piped up in that high, fretful voice she'd been using.

I gave a cruel laugh.

"Why do you think I hired a sexy young woman like you? Did you really think you were just going to be dusting shelves?" I hunched my body over her, growling as a hand came up to grab those slippery breasts. "You're here for me to fuck you. I don't give a shit if you get pregnant, I'll put as many kids in you as this lewd body can make!" I spat out, re-freeing and lining my cock up as I spoke. "Or you could go walk out that door downstairs if you'd rather?"

"N-no master, I-I-I want to be here," she sputtered out.

"You want to be mine?"

"Y-yes,"

"I love you," I whispered in her ear as genuinely as I could. Then I wrapped both arms around her and slid it in. She gasped out a sob. Then she began rapidly sucking in breath after breath through her nose as I slowly went deeper, not stopping the steady motion until I was fully inside her.

The second her breathing steadied I started hammering her like a whore. She cried out in shock, then in pleasure, crying and clutching the sheets as the bed rocked under us. This was all so exciting and fun, a type of sex we hadn't shared in far too long. Not even speaking of how long it'd been since we got noisy with each other.

"Why do you go to such lengths to seduce me?" I teased happily, physically incapable of sounding gruff or disappointed in that glorious moment. "You naughty, naughty little maid. You minx!" I sped up just a little, laughing at the way it staggered her attempt at an answer.

She was so into it. So lost and dazed in her pleasure, so trapped in the moment we were sharing here. For the thousandth time, I wondered how I'd so ensnared her. What foul fever of her mind made her love me?

I was so fucking lucky.

She screamed as she came.

My heavy thrusting continued until she went limp, and finally, I let myself cum in her.

A heavy sigh from me.

A content hum from her.

"So, how long tell the kids get back?"

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