God I hated these things.
Sure I got to see Naruko dressed and done up like a princess, but she counted this as a date in her head for just that reason. As if I enjoyed spending the whole night listening to her talk business and trade work stories with her peers. I understood it was necessary, not as if the damn CEO could just bail on company parties. I'd wear a smile, make polite small talk, ignore it when all the suited bastards gave their smug looks about me being 'just a house husband'.
There was so much to do at home, so much to read and learn, so many sockets and sharp edges to tend to. Hinata wanted cool dark colors for the nursery and steadfastly refused to have us hire someone, insisting she'd do it if I didn't. Add on to that the fact she was feeling awkward and invasive having just moved in, reassuring her how much we both adored having her took a lot of energy in itself.
Then there was the fact Ino wouldn't stop giving the 'fuck me' eyes.
Naruko had gravitated towards Sai pretty quick, and we moved as a group from then on.
She'd been behaving, so far.
"Oh my God!" my wife declared, grabbing my hand and yanking me across the spacious assembly room.
"Naruko!" the woman who hugged my wife was a stranger, she was also exceptionally beautiful. Bright red hair, full lips, thin but with curves in all the right places. She stood a couple of inches taller than me, though that was with heels. "And this must be Mr. Hyuugu?" she said, raising a brow at me. I only grinned politely in response.
"Nago this is Mei Terumi, she is amazing, she's an inspiration, she's to thank for where I am right now," my wife boldly declared, eyes closed and hand daintily hovering over her heart. "She a senior board member over at WaveCo, practically runs the place, the others live in fear of her firey whims!" she said, going whole-hog and producing a round of laughter all around.
Oh look at that, Ino and Sai caught up.
"It's not all that. So, you're the mysterious husband she gushes on about? She never actually told me what you do?"
"I-"
"He's just a househusband," Sai interjected, earning a hiss from my wife and a tired frown from me. I looked over at him, not hiding this expression, catching the fancy trophy wife I fucked a couple of days ago in my peripheral. She looked like she was having the same thought as me in that moment. A dark, vengeful sort of pride.
"Nothing wrong with that," Mei assured. "A lot of work in running a house, especially an estate like yours," she smiled, earning one in return from both me and my spouse.
Ino slapped Sai in the head lightly.
"Honestly Sai, how rude, I'm going to the bathroom," she declared, using the group's focus on this amazon to brush her fingers along mine without notice. I knew it was an invitation, that she wanted me to follow her, to fuck her like a whore in the bathroom stall.
Even I had to admit I'd get a kick out of it.
Said had pressed a sore spot.
Naruko was gushing over Mei and showed no signs of stopping, I squeezed her hand, earning a half-second pause to get my words in.
"I'll be right back," I offered, following after my mistress. Mistress, Fuck me, that was the correct word, wasn't it? Her ass bounced through the golden dress she wore as she walked across the floor, hips swaying far too much not to be deliberate. She kept stealing glances and smirking over her shoulder, slowing down, making me do the same if I wanted any veneer of subtlety.
When she finally disappeared through the swaying washroom door I picked up speed, cock hardening already in anticipation. Was she taking her panties off? Stripping all the way down? Just waiting in the stall?
It was all I could do not to groan when a pair of footsteps fell into line right behind me. No way in hell I was slipping into the lady's room without this flat-footed bloke on my back noticing. Nothing else in the area, might as well go to the men's room, slip out when he started his business.
Besides, there was a sense of escape and relief at how much quieter it was in here.
"Cough cough," the woman said aloud.
I just about jumped out of my skin, turning around and looking at her didn't slow my pulse any.
Tsume looked like a damn queen, long dark dress, extravagant makeup, arms crossed oh so smugly.
"Oh hey, t-this is the men's room," I offered awkwardly.
"Yeah! How about that, didn't you mean to follow that slutty little blonde into the ladies?" she asked, leaning against the door with a cheeky grin. I swear I could feel the color draining from my face. "Look at you, little Nago! Gettin' a little yummy on the side? Never thought you were the type," she said, sounding impressed.
"I…" I was going to tell her about the blackmail, about everything, try to justify it.
"But, why didn't you ever visit me then? You know it gets so boring with the kids gone, I'd love another round with that fucking pussy beater," she closed in on me like a big cat as she spoke. And I trembled like a scared little rabbit. "I know I'm not as pretty as I used to be but-"
"-Tsume don't… you know you're a gorgeous woman," I said bluntly, trying my damnedest not to sound like a compliment. She laughed.
"Yeah… so how about a blowjob?" she asked, falling to her knees ignoring my protest.
I'd lost my virginity to Tsume.
Come to think of it, it'd started about the same way as this too.
It was only a few days after I'd turned 18, she made up some bullshit to get me over to her house, then pulled my dick out and went to town with her mouth. I'd stammered out that I loved Naruko from my school and she just called the little declaration 'cute'. Then fucked me every which way for the rest of the afternoon, convinced me that it'd be good for my chances with Naruko, help me build up confidence. That I'd be a better boyfriend once we actually got together.
I ended up spending the rest of my time in high school discretely dropping by. Sleeping with her behind one of my only male friends back. Nobody would have believed me if I'd told them, maybe that was why she singled me out.
I groaned as that amazing mouth took me down to the base, my hands finding their way into her wonderful tangle of hair.
She remembered just how to work my shaft.
How to turn me to putty.
Watching those pretty lips slide up and down my meat made me forget all about the hot blonde a few yards away. She didn't kiss it or slober or anything like that, just pumped like a machine, steadily lugging me towards my release. Her fingers tickled my sack as she did, and moaned in the most delightful way.
She paused her attack to look up at me.
"So is Naruko completely clueless? Do I have anything to worry about?"
"I.. can we please not talk about her?" I asked, looking up to avoid her eyes.
"Just want to know how careful we're gonna have to be,"
She gave it a wet kiss on the head.
"I don't-"
"Come on Nago… I know I'm not as young as your little slut next door, but I'll do my best to make it good if you visit me," she said, looking up at me with those hopeful eyes. She was showing a moment of vulnerability. Not really, she was manipulating me. Wasn't she? She'd pulled something like this back then too, pulled on my heartstrings, morosely complained about how hard it was to find time for intimacy as a single mother.
In any case she didn't wait for an answer, diving back into her work with gusto. Deciding any and all thoughts could be dealt with later, I rested my head against the cool porcelain wall, closing my eyes and enjoying my little bathroom break.
I was so damn out of it from her enthusiastic bobbing, all I managed as I came was a low sigh.
She swallowed every drop.
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