Hinata had opted for a children's movie for our date night. Some silly G-rated tale about some magic amulet and the evil wizard that wanted it for some reason or another. I didn't pay much attention to it. Something tells me we were watching it because the kids liked it. Hinata did shit like that. Just one of the countless reasons why she was such a wonderful mother.
The fact she was trying to pay attention made her a better parent than me. Twenty minutes in I was already soundly buried under the covers, though in my defense, I was massaging her for the next thirty. Poor Hinata's feet were just killing her, walking around with all that extra weight, not to mention the swelling.
She protested of course, but I ignored it, enjoying the soft groans muffled through the fabric over my head. Of course, working on the feet just lead me to work on the thighs, and that just lead to this moment. Where I was breathing heavily over her covered snatch, asking without words to pull the soft pajama bottoms down.
After five of these deep breaths with no word of protest, I went to work. Slowly and delicately I ate her out, continuing my massage of her thighs as my tongue did its work. The soft purrs of pleasure she let out as I slid up and down then up and down in perpetuity were just delightful. She wasn't going anywhere fast, but what was the hurry? I for one was happy to drag this out, to worship her body at a steady, relaxing pace.
When one hand dipped under the covers to hold the side of my head I let out a little purr of my own. Putting my nose to her pungent snatch as I nuzzled into her leg. She whimpered my name, earning a throaty laugh and getting my attention back to the task at hand.
I whipped my own arms under her legs and rest my palms on that wonderfully swollen stomach. Three little babies. Just chilling inside my wife, napping and growing and getting ready to be born. My cock was throbbing.
"I love you Hinata," I muttered, redoubling my efforts on her tasty womanhood. She sucked in a breath, and I don't think it was because of the villain's monologue rattling on behind me. Her thighs were beginning to squeeze my head, gently, but enough to notice.
"Oh Naruto, oh my lord Naruto AH! AH it feels so good," she sobbed out, squeezing harder as she let out that adorable full-body quiver that she always gave when she came hard. I kissed her pussy one more time. Then I came up to meet my second wife.
The wife with that drunk, sleepy smile. The wife that was always so horny and so ready for anything I wanted to do to her. She grinned tiredly as I came up and kissed her softly on the mouth. She moaned lightly and put her hand back in my hair, scratching lightly on my scalp as we made out.
"Ohh Hinata, I need you right now," I eventually growled against her mouth, earning a noise that was… new. She broke the kiss and looked off to the side, releasing a sad sigh. It took every ounce of willpower I had to smile. "I'm just talking Hinata, we don't have to do anything else," I assured, kissing her cheek.
"You're such a wonderful husband Naruto. I love you so much I… I'm sorry," she mumbled, getting another couple of kisses on that radiant pale face. She let out a laugh, a sad laugh. "I'm sorry I- I practically forced you to marry me and take a job you hate and I can't even-"
"Hinata!" I cut off, harsher than I meant to. In my defense, I'd literately never seen Hinata get like this right after an orgasm. At least the outburst brought her eyes back to me. "You did not force me to marry you I wanted to,"
"I didn't tell you I wasn't on birth control," she muttered miserably.
"Well, I didn't ask, besides we've been over that!" I insisted, laying down next to her and putting a hand on her cheek affectionately. "And I don't hate my job either where did that come from?"
"You liked the noodle stand better, I'm not stupid,"
"You think I'd rather work in a noodle stand than get to have ten amazing children? It wasn't that great," I teased, just a little. When she didn't react I got serious again. "Hinata I owe you my life, literately, and I also owe this wonderful life we have together. This house, those beautiful children, my job," I muttered those last two words, as I was mildly ashamed of that fact. "My life is a thousand times better than it ever would have been if you weren't in it,"
She released another sob, but she was smiling like an idiot now. I pulled her cheek down and kissed her. Repeating this action until the sniffles stopped and the happy groans started. To my shock, the kiss was ended by her.
"Come… come kneel by my head, I want to suck it," she offered, looking at me with the most loving gaze any human had ever seen.
"You don't have to do that Hinata," I reminded sternly.
"I want to, it's been forever!" she complained, still a little giggly.
I was in no state of mind to refuse.
"Oh my goodness was it always this big?" she muttered rhetorically as I pointed the cock squarely at her face.
"I'm pretty sure you're the only one whose sexy parts regularly swell up bigger," I teased, coping a soft feel of the magnificent breasts that I was so rarely free to touch these days. She laughed aloud. God it was good to hear that noise.
God, it felt amazing when she craned up just a couple of inches to kiss my shaft. A dainty hand came down to tenderly stroke the bottom half of me as she did. Her nails were a dark blue, perfectly kept even now, something was so erotic about watching that feminine hand glide up and down. The color I think, it reminded me of her, it reminded me just how long since she'd made me feel good like this.
What was I thinking yesterday? Hinata gave the best blowjobs.
She wasn't the most skilled or the most aggressive, but looking down at that face, that woman, as she worshipped my cock? What could possibly be better? I groaned aloud when she took my head into her mouth, quickly shifting position to hunch over her, letting her rest her neck and minimize movement as she gave me this unearthly euphoria.
It was the least I could do.
Her face was getting redder, the high of her orgasm was wearing off as she worked those soft lips up and down. The motions were becoming more orderly, less sloppy and enthusiastic too, the little noises slipping out were growing more squeaky and less sensual.
Fearing the worst, and wanting to be easy on her, I focused and tried to cum as quickly as possible. It wasn't hard to do. It'd really been too fucking long since I got to touch her, those damn kids wearing her out before they were even born. I laughed at the thought, a short gleeful laugh that didn't end until my cock exploded into her mouth.
She hummed softly and accepted it all, taking small swallows as her tongue cleaned up.
She even smiled shyly when my little guy popped free. It seemed she was back to normal, although it was a little harder to tell now. Seeing 'drunk' Hinata wasn't as much a contrast anymore, now that she wasn't such a shy stuttering mess on the other side. I'd be lying if I said I never missed that.
I shook that thought away, looking down into her eyes with a smile.
"Your perfect Hinata,"
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