My head was heavy the next couple of days. I'd gotten Temari to answer one question about my son, and she assured me that Shikamaru ignored his existence but did nothing to outright hurt him. I was trying to decide if that was good enough, and more importantly, what I could possibly do about it. Maybe Hanabi could pull some strings, get him brought to the nursery at least.

In the meantime, I had daily visits with Izumi and Shion, plus Mei still needed regular attention, so at least work wasn't too boring. Though honestly, I was a bit tired. Maybe I was getting old. Maybe I was just subconsciously longing for the vacation coming up. A week or two off around my anniversary had become an unofficial habit. Less than a month now until my tenth with Hinata.

That was a special one.

God, I hope that wouldn't complicate things with Izumi, or rather, with Hanabi's plans.

I was too careful around Hinata for her to pick up on anything, but I'm sure everyone else in the house noticed, even the kids. It was probably why Mikito didn't fight me when I offered to join her on her little mission. Besides, it might be dark by the time she found her mythical spice set and started the trip home. It wouldn't be right to let a woman of her age and beauty walk almost two miles by herself.

The fresh air did me some good. We didn't talk much, and when we did it was about the kids, apparently Hiromi had decided she was going to be a pastry chef immediately after tasting one of her new granny's creations, we both go a laugh out of that. Mikito insisted cooking with them was a great way to teach math and the value of hard work.

I had no reason to doubt her.

Just observing her was a treat. She was practically floating through the air. Even here, in the creepy-ass old house, she was humming cheerfully as she worked. That noise put some peace in my soul.

It also brought my mind back to my last visit here. The last time we were both alone come to think of it. Cabinets opened and closed in the other room as the humming continued. It was still so unbelievable, most of all just how up for it she was. How little I had to do to persuade her. Sure she didn't have anyone but I did, she knew I was married. Was it just that moment, after I invited her and comforted her? Or was she really that lonely, that desperately in need of affection and praise?

Mikito squeaked when I trapped her between my arms and pinned her against the kitchen counter. Her face was red when she turned around to look up at me. She seemed to be stumbling mentally for words when I piped up.

"I'm so glad you came to stay with us," I admitted, leaning in and laying a kiss on the back of her neck.

"N-Naruto… again?" she managed.

"Hm? If you want," I said casually, burying my nose in her lovely wavy hair as my right hand came up to lightly stroke her stomach.

She swallowed.

"W-well, okay!" she agreed, one hand coming up to stroke and straighten the hair I'd mussed. I poked my head out long enough to see the excited smile on her adorably pink face. The light blue sundress she wore was quickly loosened and pulled to the floor, I followed it down, putting my face right at that wonderful round ass. She squeaked again when I put my cheek to it.

"How are you still so beautiful?" I asked in disbelief, squeezing both of her bare thighs firmly with either hand. Seeing that she was beginning to quiver, her legs at least, I came back up, lifting her easily and placing her to rest on the countertop. She came up to kiss me as I was still laying my arms down on either side of her.

I hummed my approval for this action against her mouth. When I felt her arms wrap around my neck, I began pulling down her bra. Not wanting to abandon the delightful lip lock just as I was getting my tongue in her mouth, I went into overtime with my hands, squeezing and fondling and pinching, but mostly just holding and gently stroking the magnificent mammaries.

It wasn't until she started grinding herself against my covered cock that I lowered my hands to undo my belt. She quivered again when its head slapped onto her bare skin. Still, she wiggled her legs to aid me as I pulled her panties down. There was a literal cry of protest when I sunk to my knees, but she settled down when I began sensually eating her out.

A lot of long licks, a lot of deep, heavy breaths on the right spots. Then I delved inside, mapping her out with my tongue, trying to find the spots to really drive her wild.

"Oh my goodness…. Oh my GOODNESS!" she called out as I found my targets. Her cries grew more guttural, until they were abruptly punctuated with a high, long, shriek. I kept licking. In fact, I went a little faster, pulling her apart with my fingers to get a better angle, attacking her until she was crying out once again.

Then, abruptly, I rose and slapped my cock on her opening.

Watching her scootch on the table to try to force me inside was a damn amazing sight, but I didn't enjoy it long. I gave my lovely surrogate mom what she wanted. I needed to thank her properly after all, she was so damn amazing. With the chores, with Hinata and the kids, especially the kids she was incredible. She was beautiful. So fucking beautiful.

These were my thoughts as she yanked my face back to hers. As our energetic kissing resumed. She purred and hummed and chirped delightfully as I groaned long, deep breaths, trying to maintain my pace while assaulted with such pleasure. Her insides were just so delightful, so soft and warm, and so unbelievably wet.

Thankfully she didn't make me wait all that long.

Her whole body, from the legs up to her fingers, seemed to clench as she came not a second too soon.

I groaned in utter relief as I emptied my cock inside of her. It throbbed in pleasure as I poured every drop I could, wanting to stay buried in that wonderful little cavern as I came down. When I became conscious of Mikito kissing me once again, I pulled back a bit.

"Fuck that was amazing," was all I could think to say, taking her lips again. She hummed her agreement before pulling back herself.

"We should really shower and get going though," she said reluctantly.

"Yeah, your right,"

"Right. Right, if we're going to have an affair we'll have to be careful about it. Oh my goodness we're having an affair," she said, literately putting her hands to her cheeks as she seemed to squeak in overwhelming excitement. I just chuckled and lead her by the hand to the showers. No reason we couldn't do that together after all.

No reason we couldn't come back to the manner again either, there are all sorts of old toys and mementos in that house, all sorts of fancy home gadgets that might be nice to have.

Three whole months passed, and not a week went by we didn't find some plausible excuse. Well, actually there was a two-week dry spell, but ambushing my lovely housekeeper downstairs while she was making breakfast, and then inadvertently forcing her to eat said breakfast with a room full of children and a snatchful of semen seemed to fix that.

God, Mikito, Tenten, and Hinata at home on the regular. Shiseru, Izumi, Hanabi and now Shion during work hours, not to mention Tsume Ino and Mei, I really was just the luckiest bastard in the world.

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