Ino's Aggressive Offer

Ino gave quite the look when we strolled into the parlor. A raised brow, a smirk, even a little inaudible hiccup of laughter. She shared her little tease with both of us I'm sure, though I averted my gaze when she tried to lock eyes with me. Sai looked…well he looked how he always looked, no telling what he was thinking. All the same, I focused my gaze on him as my out. I almost had to think of something to say to break the growing silence, but as always Naruko rescued me from that.

"Oh my god Ino, that is some dress," she laughed.
Ino's smirk turned into a genuine, happy chuckle of flattery, standing up and stretching her arms to the ceiling to strike a pose. I swear this woman always pushed the limit a little, veered just a little too close to what I might call inappropriate. She looked beautiful, don't get me wrong. An ebony black dress that was practically a second layer of skin, making the pale skin she was showing off pop all the more.

There was a lot of skin to see, a dip in the dress went practically to her navel, showing off half her bare breasts. A slit on either side showing just as much leg, well up into the thighs. Gods, was this outfit even a dress? Was there a special name for this creation? Our eyes locked again as I, very respectfully, examined the outfit. Her grin grew from a slightly smug smile to a predatory grin.

I looked away, this time staring at a very interesting wall. Her face was just as intimidating, in contrast to my wife her makeup was very apparent, bold and unashamed. Dark red lips, smoky black eyes, practically glowing skin.

The getup felt like a lot, even for her. Maybe it had just been a while since she had a chance to be dressy.

"Your looking great as well Naruko, why, I bet your husband couldn't keep his hands off of you," she said dryly. Laughing alone as we both felt a stab of embarrassment. "Well, we better get going if we want to make our reservation. Unless you want to call a cab?"

"Oh we should still be able to make it don't worry, but your right we should leave now," I agreed, quickly making my way to the door as her eyes turned back to me. It always made me uncomfortable how flirty she could get with everyone, it was innocent sure, but it still felt inappropriate at times. Especially seeing as how the two of us weren't particularly close friends, this meetup was much more about my wife and her old childhood buddy than me and this raucy woman.

All this to say, it didn't put me at ease when we quickly broke into two groups for the walk. It wasn't a conscious thing, I couldn't be mad at Naruko, they just happened to find a conversation about some old-school thing that neither Ino nor I knew anything about. It was easy for them to lag behind and for us to pull a few steps ahead.

"Mmm, you know you look real nice tonight too Nago…" she said, combing her eyes over me as I stared ahead.

"Thanks," I said, just a bit too high in pitch. She laughed.

"You really do have a better body than you get credit for…" she added, reaching up to squeeze my bicep without asking. My body tensed, but I said nothing as her hand slowly dragged up the limb, coming to rest on my shoulder. I almost had a heart attack when she called over her shoulder to my wife.

"You weren't kidding Naruko, he is damn built," she said with another squeeze. My wife only gave a short laugh before returning to her conversation. "Why don't you ever were some tighter shirts? Show off some of that muscle, I'd certainly appreciate the view,"

God, couldn't Naruko say something? We were in front of her for god's sake! Her hand was still on my shoulder, poking my neck with those long, manicured nails as she giggled. My face was probably red as damn watermelon, this was embarrassing. Though, I guess my wife wouldn't see that from her angle behind us.

"So then, is it true what she said about down there, too? That you're hung like a horse? That you stuff her so full with it when you fuck she collapses into a tired, quivering pile of raw satisfaction?" she asked, words quieter and tone more sensual.

I felt like I might faint.

"That's… not appropriate Ino. We're both married," I said firmly, as firmly as I could manage while her hand was still slowly scratching my exposed neck.

"Oh I know Hinago… I know you love Naruko you too are perfect together!" she assured. "I just wish she'd stop bragging," her words continued their exaggerated acting. "You know not every woman's husband fucks them stupid practically every time they have ten minutes free together. Not every woman's husband even rings their bell all that often, you know? God, I'd give anything for a fuck like that," she continued, giving me another one of those sinful looks that I tried my best to ignore.

I racked my brain thinking of what to say, how to delicately handle this extremely unexpected situation. Naruko bragged about me, that was a damn ego boost, but also embarrassing, and more importantly, it had led to this current uncomfortable moment. I was so glad that Ino had finally stopped talking I almost didn't notice when she leaned in closer.

"I made you hard… didn't I?" she whispered in my ear.

I stopped in my tracks. I don't know if it was a conscious or unconscious decision, but it resulted in my wife and her conversation partner catching up, me reclaiming valuable territory right on the other side of her. My cock was throbbing and I needed to get away from that conversation. Naruko was right here, my wonderful, loving wife in all her glory.

Grabbing her hand for the remainder of the stroll anchored me, though the platinum blonde ahead didn't make it easy. Swaying her hips back and forth, stealing glances over her shoulder every ten steps, still wearing that damn smile.