Totally Erect

by supernaturalsex

The world turned on its axis with the introduction of the coronavirus. Although the pandemic was now over, a new threat was looming over Beverly Hills in the form of a strip-club. Three dutiful wives and mothers couldn't have that, however, so now they were embarking on a mission that would change their lives forever. Naruto x Carmen x Gabriella x Stella. *Two-shot*

1. Chapter 1

Oh, hello there.

I hope you're all doing well, staying safe, adhering to social distancing, and all that jazz. Apologies for the absence, but I will get into that in the bottom Author's Note. Anyway, I'm commemorating my return to FanFiction with my first ever two-shot. It goes without saying that the MILFs will be cheating on their husbands, so turn away now if you can't stomach the idea of reading such graphic content. Enjoy!

PSA - October 27th, 2020: I've just created a Discord server to interact with fans and hopefully build a community of readers and writers alike. Be sure to join to keep up-to-date on stuff. The invite link is: discord dot gg / AqejcSA

Just replace "dot" with "." and remove the spaces.

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A sigh escaped her ruby red lips as she put the finishing touches on her makeup. A little touch of foundation can go a long way, but coupled with eyeliner, mascara and lipstick, not even her husband would be able to recognize her. Bringing her free hand to the side of her face, she began toying with the artificial dark ginger curls of her wig.

Today she was not Stella Thompson.

She was Molly.

The coronavirus had wrecked not only America, but the entire world. Until recently, social distancing wasn't even a thing, but it quickly became the norm. In no time, several states began forcing their residents to wear masks when going out in public. Hundreds of businesses began closing their doors, as the government deemed them "non-essential".

Thankfully, with the help of leading-edge scientists and crowd-funding from governments and the general public alike, they were able to create a vaccine and issue it out to everyone on the planet. Five months have passed since then, but it wasn't an easy five months by any stretch of the imagination. Thousands of workers were let go just as the quarantine started. Stimulus cheques did help, but the majority seeking a job couldn't find one in their field or one at all as job-hunting became even more competitive.

Stella and her friends couldn't relate to the general public's hardship, though. They were secret agents, but it wasn't a paying job, so it wasn't like they were losing out on money. Their husbands were the breadwinners and they were unaffected because they were able to work remotely.

Now, out of the blue, their posh neighborhood in Beverly Hills was being spat on by a strip-club. To make matters worse, a week ago, Jerry Lewis informed them that these strippers were allegedly prostitutes. Although this was an anonymous tip, it was stupid to ignore the possibility that this place may be a front for a brothel. Unfortunately, everything appeared to check out. Their boss wasn't in favor of them going undercover, and neither were they. However, there was no way they were going to let their junior comrades go to a strip-club.

Through satellite surveillance, Jerry presented them with a basic outline of the building. It wasn't for certain what other security measures were in place, but heat and motion sensors were definitely present. Dozens of cameras were installed outside the building, so clearly there would be a lot more inside as well. At least fifty security guards were on duty at any given time, which raised red flags since not a single bank in California could afford to hire that many security guards. Rifle Security were supplying the guards, another alarming fact as that company only hired ex-military personnel.

Stella glanced down at her phone to find it was nearly 12:15 PM. Ten minutes from now was when Gabriella said she and Carmen would be picking her up in a limousine. She was about to grab her handbag when her eardrums picked up on the sound of her moaning husband.

In his dreams, Mark Thompson was watching his beautiful wife, who was sprawled on her back, her legs raised high, getting the shit fucked out of her by a stranger. He hunched over, furiously jerking his baby dick as his wife's toes curled, her face screwing in pleasure as she screeched out her climax. "O-oh, God, Stells...you're cumming on his cock!"

"...Mark," muttered Mrs. Thompson, nearly crushing her phone in her balled up fist as tears threatened to pool in her eyes. "I don't know what to do about you anymore."

Shit hit the fan six months ago when he brought up the notion of her having an affair. When he asked for her thoughts on the matter, she assumed he was messing with her and just laughed it off. However, a couple of weeks later she stumbled upon his internet browsing history, most of which contained links to porn and stories catering to cuckolding and voyeurism. She tried to chalk it up to the pandemic since she assumed being cooped up at home for such extended periods of time was making him go crazy.

Then, a month ago, he revisited this conversation with her. A sundry of housewives in their neighborhood were fooling around, but that much was common knowledge. Mrs. Tyson, however, was cheating to the point she was openly cuckolding her husband. What she didn't know—but learned through Mark—was that Mr. Tyson was so supportive of this that he was personally screening potential bulls.

Nothing more was said as she put her foot down, refusing to further entertain this nonsense. She nearly forgot all about it, but a week ago was when she first heard him sleep-talking, and every day since then he's been having dreams of her having an affair. Instead of sitting him down to talk to him about it, she discussed this matter with Carmen and Gabriella, both of whom were undoubtedly shocked with Mark's descent down this dark path. Unfortunately, not even with their help was she able to find a way to break him free of this "disease."

A vibration from her cellphone brought her back to the realm of the living. It was a message from Carmen stating that they're here. She grabbed her handbag and paid a final glance at her husband before making her way out the bedroom.

Meanwhile, Gabriella Davis was sitting inside their limousine, rocking back and forth on her heels, praying to God that Samantha never catches wind of this mission. She had the toughest time with a wig because her hair was so damn long. Thankfully, she was able to rectify that problem by tying her hair up into a bun and then covering that with a prop-hat which came with its own wig.

Carmen Miller barely put her phone away when the car door swung wide open, and in stepped her friend. "Ah, hi, Molly."

"Hi, Heather," replied Stella, a smirk curling to her lips as the driver shut the door behind her. "And hello, Crystal."

Gabriella simply acknowledged her with a giggle. This was the first time they were employing fake names on a mission, but doing so made sense since the whole point was to go undercover.

Mark's wife was bemused as she paid a cursory glance around her. "Where's Naruto? I thought he was going to travel with us."

"Yeah, that was the plan," replied Carmen with a sigh. "But Jerry assigned him overnight surveillance and a follow-up this morning. I received confirmation before I texted you that he's already there with our private booth. I can't believe he flew all the way from Europe just to join us on this mission."

Spiky gold tresses occupied Mrs. Davis' mind as her heart raced like no tomorrow. Naruto first wormed his way into her life after saving her daughter from a fate worse than death — rape. Samantha was on a mission with Alexandra and Clover at the time, but got separated from her friends when her target got the upper hand on her. Thankfully, that vile man wasn't able to lay a hand on her because the blond showed up just in time.

The Fourth Shinobi War ended with an outraged Kaguya Otsutsuki, who used every ounce of power she had left to create a blackhole with the intent to obliterate earth. Naruto was forced to react by pooling together the powers bestowed upon him by the Sage as well as the nine bijuu inside him. When it was all said and done, he was no longer on his home planet. Texas was the state he arrived at, but after his travels, he eventually settled in Los Angeles, California.

Gabriella's appreciation of Naruto extended to her personally recommending him as an honorary WOOHP member. It made sense for her daughter to crush on her savior as the girl was going through a case of hero-worship. But she never thought she'd also end up crushing on him. Not too long into getting to know him, he started appearing in her dreams. The first few times were innocent enough, with them just sharing a coffee or shooting the breeze. Then came the dreams of them holding hands, hugging, having dinner. Before she knew it, he was kissing her, whispering sweet things into her ear, and making love to her.

Obviously, she was aware that she was married, but she couldn't stop having these dreams. Her saving grace soon came in the form of her daughter and her friends' daughters accepting a summer exchange program in Germany. They would be gone for six months, and Naruto would be accompanying them, just to make sure they stay safe. Although it pained her to see him go, the wife in her was grateful. She even prayed for him to find a girl, maybe her daughter. This was wishful thinking, however, as he had admitted to her long ago that he had a predilection for older women. That confession was the only reason why she began dreaming about him in the first place.

Two months into his departure, Jerry informed them of this strip-club. Naruto, being the caring young man he was, declared that he would fly back to America to join them. So lost in her trip down memory lane, she didn't realize that ten minutes had passed since her friend brought up the blond's name. It wasn't until Stella whacked her on the side of the head that she snapped back to reality. "Owww!"

"You can daydream about Naruto later," said Mrs. Miller, her eyes carrying a gleam of deviltry as her friend squeaked in embarrassment. "You poor girl."

"I forgot how bad she has it for him," added Clover's mother, her melodious voice ringing with amusement. "What will you do if a stripper decides to make a move on Naruto?"

"Shut up!" cried Gabriella. "He's not like that!"

"Uh, sure," replied the blonde wife with a giggle. "Anyway, since your mind was elsewhere, I should remind you that we're only fifteen minutes away from the strip-club."

Carmen guffawed as the woman hastily began putting the finishing touches on her makeup.

xXx

Samantha's mother was breathing raggedly as the limousine neared their destination. From afar, one could argue that this building had been initially built for a more industrial purpose. The first thing she saw after driving through the armed gate was the garden out front and the security vehicles stationed nearby. She craned her head to the right, and true to those satellite images, there was that large parking lot. The one thing that took her by surprise were the uniformed valets.

"He must be at least fifty years old," muttered Stella, eying the customer who was requesting valet service. She could see the wrinkles on his face from here, and it was not a pretty sight. "That's so gross."

Carmen shook her head as their valet dutifully opened their door. "Let's just get this over with."

Not a word was shared between them as they made the journey inside. Now in secret agent mode, they were actively drinking in their surroundings. In tune with the lavish exterior, the interior was magnificent, so much so that it put several high-end stores to shame. With the expensive paintings hanging off the walls, the ambient music playing through the obscure speakers, the uniformed staff, not to mention their polite behavior, it made them forget that they were in a strip-club entirely.

The silence was broken when Henry, who was stationed at the front desk, opened his mouth.

"...what?" asked Stella, her massive tits jiggling as she recoiled in disgust. "You think we're here to apply for work?!"

"M-my apologies, miss!" stammered the man, realizing that he had royally fucked up. The coronavirus had forced thousands of housewives to search for work outside of their field. Quite a few began working in adult entertainment, some as pornstars and strippers but mostly as cam-girls. This profession was one that could never die out as there was no end to the men who were willing to pay top dollar to have virtual sex.

Gabriella pursed her lips, already exhausted with this mission. "Our acquaintance has already paid the premium entrance charge on our behalf. We're here to join him in the private lounge."

It was comical that while there was no cover charge, they were expected to pay a "premium entrance fee" of two hundred and fifty dollars per person. Then there was the added cost of booking the private lounge, which was five hundred dollars. All together, this visit had set them back by a grand, which was ludicrous considering where they were spending the money.

"Yes, very well," replied the staff, having recovered from his faux-pas. "May I please get your names for confirmation?"

Clover's mother nodded. "I'm Molly, and my friends are Heather and Crystal."

"Perfect!" exclaimed Henry, seeing the ladies' names on screen. "You're with Mr. Namikaze, correct?"

"That's correct," answered Carmen, nodding at him. Namikaze was the alias their teammate decided to go with. It was outlandish compared to their American names, but none of them questioned it since Naruto was a foreign name to begin with.

Henry raised his hand, waving over another uniformed man. "Joseph will lead you to your destination. Please enjoy yourselves, ladies."

It took barely a minute, and now Gabriella was stepping into the short end of a rectangular room with a stage on the longer right wall and a bar opposite it on the left. She idly noted that the lighting was dim, but not dark and most of it was colored, giving the room a lush appearance. This at least gave her and her friends even more cover since the lighting would make it impossible to discern their true identities. It was then she saw several scantily-clad women parading around the club — most of them weren't even wearing a bra. She scanned the area to her left, only to look away when she saw a stripper rubbing her naked tits against a patron's face.

"This is crazy," whispered Carmen, her eyes locked on the dancers who were working the poles, twerking their perky asses for the crowd. Her vagina churned, a part of her pondering on what that must feel like.

Stella absently massaged the back of her palm, something she did when she was uncomfortable. "At least we'll be tucked away in the private lounge. Being disturbed by a bunch of horny men isn't exactly my idea of fun."

"Hey, baby!"

"Like him," piped in Mrs. Davis, glaring at the man who was waving them over. "In your dreams, creep."

She shook her head and began leading her friends away to their destination with the help of a staff member. It took a minute of weaving through the club for them to arrive at their destination. The private lounge was a rectangular box located at the center of the club. It was isolated from the crowd as the tip, left, right and back of it was sealed off with concrete walls — only the front wasn't walled.

There was a door at the back of the lounge, which was being guarded by an on-duty guard. It was through this door that they were led inside. The interior here matched the overall decor (purple and silver). However, rather than arched chairs that everyone else had available to them, they would have the luxury of sitting on a stretch leather sofa which was wrapped around the stage, offering them a full view of the dancers.

It was then Gabriella stopped, having spotted a man sitting in the middle of the sofa. He was a hulking figure as she could gauge the size of his arms just through his black shirt. From this angle, she couldn't get a full image of his face. A dark brown bang of hair framed the side of his face as he was looking towards the stage. His eyes were also not conspicuous from here, but his whisker marks were.

Whisker marks.

There was that long-forgotten static again, that crackling in the air that always happened whenever she was in his presence. She swallowed a lump in her throat as the crackling traveled to her heart, electrocuting her.

"Naruto!"

The blond barely got out of the sofa when Samantha's mother came barreling towards him. Her disguise may be perfect, but he could never forget that melodious voice. He grinned as she threw her arms around him, her head nestling comfortably in the crook of his neck. The abrupt motion caused him to buckle and send them crashing down on the sofa. If this registered with her, she didn't show it, not that he was paying attention as his nostrils were drawing in her cock-hardening scent. "Hi, Gabriella. How are you?"

"Good," whispered the housewife in a forlorn tone as her big, juicy breasts sank into the fortress that was his chest. "It sucks that we're reuniting here of all places, but we can't do anything about that now. I…" she trailed off, having caught herself slipping. "We've missed you."

"And I missed you," replied Naruto genuinely, running his hands along her back. He stopped exploring her body just as his hands reached the upper spheres of her ass. Perhaps she hadn't noticed, and if she did, she didn't say a word. He proceeded to graze his fingers along her childbearing hips, and felt her sinking into his embrace.

It was true that he left for Frankfurt with the MILFs' daughters so he could protect them. However, it had more to do with him being besotted with Gabriella, Carmen and Stella. It was amid his training trip with Jiraiya that he realized why he was never attracted to girls his age. Older women were his cup of tea, but MILFs were his Achilles' Heel. In particular, married women, as he found that housewives were the most appreciative of good sex. It also did wonders to make them submit and admit that they've been wasting their time with their pathetically-equipped husbands.

If he were to stay in America, he would end up demolishing the MILFs' marriages. He couldn't do that to them or their husbands, so he left. Unfortunately, being away from them only proved to intensify his yearning. And now with the mother snuggling into his arms, the overwhelming warmth he felt confirmed what his heart knew all along — they were meant to be.

Mrs. Davis knew it was wrong of her to be okay with their hug crossing friendly lines. However, in his arms, she felt safe, like she was wanted, like she mattered. She respired, deeply, inhaling his scent whilst relaxing as he consoled her with his warmth. At long last, she withdrew from him and stared down at her wedding ring, for the umpteenth time wondering why her husband was never able to make her feel so alive.

Clover's mother looked on in intrigue, scanning her friend's behavior with the blond. There were tell-tale signs within that embrace which made her realize that the woman's crush was starting to evolve. Then again, there was a very real possibility that she was misreading things as this was a reunion, after all. She was about to greet the blond when Mrs. Miller zipped past her, her luscious thighs bulging out of her black yoga pants.

"Well, hello there, handsome!"

"Hi, Carmen," greeted Naruto with a chuckle, his hands coiling around the small of the married woman's back as he gathered her in his embrace. He gripped onto her tighter as she pecked the side of his face. She was the most playful out of the MILFs and he had dearly missed her. All he needed to do in order to grope that big, fat booty was feign an innocent sliding of his hands. It proved intractable, but he reigned in his urges.

Mrs. Thompson's massive tits looked even more impressive as she crossed her arms, waiting for this not-so innocent hug to end. She only got to succinctly welcome the blond back to America, however, as the speakers started blaring loudly.

"...and now presenting: Diamond!"

The secret agents all sat down on the sofa as a cacophony of sounds was met by the patrons, a majority of whom began clapping their hands. As the spotlights began flickering down on the stage, the stripper came strutting out, her figure packaged nicely beneath a leather jacket and tiny skirt. The silver buttons of her jacket gleamed brightly in the lights and matched the necklace dangling invitingly around her neck. She had on a pair of dark-frame glasses, and a coy smile was dancing across her lips while her crimson tresses bounced, falling flawlessly over her creamy white face.

Around her waist was a garter belt that had six fluffy straps which were running down the length of her legs. She was donning ruffled panties below her belt, which didn't conceal much, but it wasn't nearly as revealing as those g-strings the other dancers had on. When she stood up and began swaying her hips, a good portion of the crowd started moving their hands involuntarily as though they were squeezing her from across the room.

First impressions matter, and this was not a good one in Gabriella's books as her lips pursed like she'd been chewing a lemon rind. That jacket did little to hide the woman's breasts as her creamy mounds were threatening to burst the buttons on it.

Stella was more captivated with the dancer's black stockings as six fluffy straps connected them to a garter belt. 'That's a sexy look.'

The beat changed, becoming more sensual in nature as Diamond began undoing the buttons of her jacket, revealing the bare skin of her stomach to everyone in the audience. Sliding the jacket from her shoulders, she twirled it around in her hand before tossing it aside. Her big tits jiggled, barely contained within the skimpy bra she had on. She then proceeded to undo the tiny zip on her skirt. Most of the patrons held in their breath as the garment fell to the floor. Now that all eyes were on her, she began touching her body with her hands, stroking it like a lover would.

"Okay, she's hot," whispered Mrs. Miller, genuinely captivated. "She must be the star of the show."

Gabriella glanced over at Naruto, fearing that he was just as enthralled by this stripper as nearly all the horny men in the club would be. To her surprise, he didn't appear to be in the least bit interested.

'She looks familiar,' thought Stella as she further scrutinized the redhead. What she didn't know was that she was right to be suspicious because Diamond was actually a dear friend of hers — Mrs. Vanessa Vanderfleet.

Not too long after Naruto got started with preliminary surveillance last night, he saw the woman exiting the strip-club and he could tell it was her even though she had dyed her hair red. That was mainly because she had removed all that excess makeup. By the time he was done interrogating her in his car, she was sweating profusely, having confessed that she was in fact a stripper. She knew it was iniquitous, but she offered to bring him back to her place and give him a lap-dance as her way of keeping him quiet.

What was a lap-dance turned into a fervent kiss, which in turn led to him eating her out on her marital bed. Adroit in the art of cunnilingus, he effortlessly tugged at her g-spot, milking it for all it was worth. Her son was sleeping over at his friend's house tonight, and her husband was out of town, so she didn't have to fear the ignominy of getting caught in flagrante delicto. Needless to say, she sang like a canary once he was done wrecking her pussy. She told him all that she was privy to since she began working at the strip-club two weeks ago. She was still fresh, so to speak, and so there was a lot she wasn't familiar with. However, she promised to keep him posted as she was set to meet with one of the executives soon.

Who said mixing business with pleasure was a bad idea?

Although she was not a fan of Diamond's profession, Gabriella was in awe as the woman swung herself around the stripper pole with a practiced grace. "Wow, look at her go."

So erotic was the cheating wife's movement that it was like she was making love to the pole. It was then she began climbing up the metal rod by gripping it with her thighs and started throwing herself around into her routine. The crowd hollered as she whirled her body in response to the music. After five enthralling minutes, she molded to the pole in her hand before almost seeming to melt onto the floor.

Stella's eyes were riveted to her disguised friend moving her hips, torso and her arms. Gripping the pole, the woman threw her hips back, showing how far her panties were riding up her butt-crack. And then she began twerking, her delectable ass flopping up and down, practically shaking out of her underwear. She idly tuned into the harrowing noise of the men hooting and cheering — they were all gaga over the woman.

It was something no one other than Carmen and Gabriella knew, but back in college she got roped into participating in a wet tshirt competition. Sex with boys was great, but she was at a point in her life where she wasn't comfortable with her body. She was hesitant when a classmate recommended that she take part in this contest. However, the adrenaline of hundreds of men lusting over her drenched tits was so exhilarating to her that she ended up competing a couple more times. She wasn't proud of her past decision, but she didn't regret it. After all, embracing her sexuality was what helped shape the woman she is today.

Suddenly, two additional strippers appeared and began working the remaining poles. They were fine and all, but neither of them could compare to Diamond, who seemed to have vanished into thin air.

"Well, that was something," said Naruto stolidly. "How are you all holding up so far?"

"...I'm okay," said Gabriella as she fiddled her thumbs, a blush coloring her cheeks. She didn't feel it was becoming of a housewife, but she couldn't help but feel aroused by the dancer's set.

"I'm thinking I should learn how to pole dance!" chirruped Carmen, her eyes gleaming with excitement. Her husband was putty in her hands every time she twerked her big, fat ass for him. Pole dancing would definitely take things to the next level.

Massive tits jiggled as Stella set down her glass, having downed the complimentary champagne. "I have to admit that I'm surprised. Diamond was very impressive."

"Well, thank you."

The MILFs turned their heads in unison to see Diamond standing a few feet away from them. Her chest was barely covered as she was donning the bra she had on during her set. She was no longer wearing a garter belt, but she was still donning her stockings. Moreover, she was now wearing a pair of booty shorts, which did nothing but accentuate the sinful curves of her hips and butt.

Performing for private lounge attendees was mandatory as dictated by club management. However, today Vanessa had skipped her way off the stage in a jaunty fashion. Last night her husband was getting creamed by his boss while she was at home, creaming on a younger man's cock. Since Naruto was donning this same wig last night, she wasn't aware of his true identity. He wasn't the only man she had sex with since becoming a stripper, but he had ruined her with his monster cock. Her pussy was still aching from the brutal manner in which he had fucked her.

"Hi," said Mrs. Vanderfleet coyly, studying the three women accompanying her most recent one-night stand. The disguise was solid, but it was her voice that had her on edge when she first performed in front of familiar faces. Thankfully, she struck gold by pushing hard with her throat to incorporate some raspiness to her voice. The New Yorkish accent she decided to channel also helped.

"Uh, hello," greeted Samantha's mother, slightly perplexed by the stripper's arrival. "My name is Crystal. Nice to meet you, Diamond."

"The pleasure's all mine, sweetie," replied the woman, really honing in on the slutty persona as she followed her comment with an air-kiss. She giggled at the horrified look on Gabriella's face before turning her head to greet the two other women, both of whom also introduced themselves to her. It made her slightly nervous when Clover's mother paid a long, hard look at her. Thankfully, she appeared to let go a few seconds later.

If only she knew these MILFs were in fact her friends.

"Why, hello there," purred Vanessa as she turned her attention to the blond. "What's your name?"

Naruto didn't introduce himself to the mother last night, and he felt there was no need to do so now. He was about to stop her from saying anything stupid, but Gabriella beat him to the punch — in a rather haughty tone at that. "He's with us."

"Oh, I see," replied Vanessa, a sly grin dancing across her lips as she winked at the whiskered adult. With a cock as big as his, she wasn't surprised that he was here with multiple women. "Well, ladies man: this one's for you!"

Without another word, she spun around, thrusting her ass out and showboating her flawless babymaker. In a practiced routine, she began swaying her hips left and right, like the pendulum of a clock, moving with the beat of the music playing in the background. Her arms flowed with her ass, passing over her chest, and then down her bare midriff.

The music started to fade as she ran her fingers along the thorny rose tattoo she had just above her navel. Then, the song picked up tempo, and she flawlessly began thrusting her hips and raising her arms as though she was twirling a semi-transparent wrap through the air. Sliding her hands back up, she reached for her bra-straps and began peeling them over her shoulder, exposing more than a good portion of her tits — even a hint of her nipples. There was a fire in her eyes as she met her lover's gaze.

"What...are you…" Stella's words fell on deaf ears as the dancer took things to an extreme level by stripping out of her booty shorts. She gasped, her eyes widening as underneath was a thong barely thicker than dental floss.

This round of twerking was completely different, as when Vanessa began shaking her butt-cheeks, her left hip jiggled in its natural direction, but her thong stayed in place, and her audience of four could see her rosy pink labia lips.

"Oh, dear," muttered Mrs. Miller as she chewed on her bottom lip, absently clenching her thighs. She could twerk, but it paled in comparison to this. "That's hot."

Stella was bug-eyed, just as amazed as her brown-skinned friend. The woman was a master in the art of booty manipulation.

'This skank's trying to seduce Naruto,' thought Gabriella, watching as the stripper hooked her fingers under the spandex of her bra before languidly pulling it up and holding it above her head. Not only that, but the woman proceeded to chuck her bra at the blond, all while crossing her arms over her chest like she was some innocent little girl.

The true game-changer was when the now-braless Diamond straddled one of Naruto's legs while facing away from him. Although he couldn't see her tits, Gabriella sure as hell could see hers. She then began sliding to-and-fro the length of his thigh, moisturizing the fabric of his trousers with the juices that were dribbling out of her nearly-exposed vagina. It took a moment for this to register in her brain, and to say she was pissed was an understatement. "Hey, get off him!"

"Ah, you're no fun," replied Vanessa coyly. "What are you, his girlfriend?"

Acrimonious wasn't an apt word to describe Samantha's mother. She was kind, beautiful and wore her heart on her sleeve, but right now a storm was brewing inside her tempestuous mind. She watched as the stripper went on to sit directly on Naruto's lap and began rotating her hips, slowly gyrating on her crush's lap. If that wasn't bad enough, she was also cupping and squeezing her breasts, all while moaning like an over-exaggerating pornstar. "I said: get off him...now."

"I'd listen to her, Diamond," chimed Stella, having noticed the tell-tale signs of a livid Gabriella — a force to be reckoned with. She wasn't perturbed by the dancer's actions because this sort of thing came with the job description. Diamond was enjoying herself, that much was clear. As a woman who was often referred to as bold and firm, this level of confidence was striking to her.

"I'm also married, but that's not stopping me from dancing," said Vanessa, continuing to slide her butt up and down her last night lay's lap, her palms on either sides of his thighs. "I can see why you're interested in him, though. His cock isn't even hard, yet it feels like I'm sitting on a fucking baseball bat. Good going, girls!"

The volcano that was Gabriella's brain was just about ready to explode now. "Watch your mouth!"

Carmen was flabbergasted at how slutty this stripper was. It was then those words truly sank in her mind. Diamond was going gaga over the young man just from copping a feel of his crotch. Was he truly packing that much heat? Was that the reason why he always wore baggy trousers? It was a recurring theme for her to tease him, whether it be through mentioning how jacked he was or via sexual innuendo. It was also common for her to be touchy-feely with him.

She loved her husband, but as much as it pained her to admit it, there was never much explosion in their mating. It wasn't his fault that he wasn't big, but he just wasn't equipped to handle her meaty ass. The young man, however, was a beast incarnate. Many-a-times she's joked about his physique, but there is always some truth to humor. And the truth was that deep down she was attracted to it. Moreover, she was attracted to how he would tease her back, commenting on her big butt or meeting her innuendos with his own. Be that as it may, not once had she shown any sign of genuine interest in coupling with him — outwardly at least.

Although she tried her hardest not to, Mrs. Thompson couldn't help but pay a furtive glance at the younger agent's crotch.

"I appreciate the dance, but that should be enough, Diamond. Thank you," said Naruto with finality. "Now please leave us. I'll leave a tip for you by the front desk."

Mrs. Vanderfleet obediently hopped off the whiskered man's lap, her ass jiggling as she landed on the floor. "You're most welcome. By the way, the clerk will have my business cards on hand. Do give me a ring if you want a warm pussy for that giant dick."

Gabriella was so shocked that she didn't even get angry. It wasn't until the woman walked away that she regained her composure. She gnashed her teeth together, an aura of darkness slowly forming around her. "I will have her head if she comes back here again."

"I'm a tease, but she's on a whole other level," said Carmen, blinking owlishly at the retreating figure. In her group of friends, no one was a bigger tease than her. Even as a child she was the first to mess around and get in trouble. As a teenager she was the first girl in her class to lose her virginity. This translated well into her adult years because she was the last to get married as playing the field appealed more to her.

Diamond, however, was a completely different monster.

Massive tits swelled as Stella inhaled a large gulp of oxygen. "Tell me again why it was a good idea for us to come here?"

"Diamond's antics aside, we have gathered a fair bit of intel so far," replied Naruto, glad that his one-night stand had left. "My surveillance last night catered to the outside of the building. I was only here for half an hour before you girls joined me. Now we have seen the inside of this place and observed the dancers up close. It's only a matter of time now."

He stood up to fetch a glass of champagne, flashing the obscene bulge in his pants to the MILFs. He pretended like he didn't notice a thing as each of them repeatedly snuck a peak while he poured himself and them a glass.

Deciding to take her mind off her increasingly naughty thoughts, Alexandra's mother downed the champagne as soon as it was presented to her. Right now a bunch of braless strippers were working the pole, their tits swinging as they performed their set. One in particular—an Asian—started teasing the men by pulling her thong to the side, flashing them all with the contents hidden between her butt-cheeks.

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"Thank goodness we left," said Gabriella as put her phone down, having checked it for the first time since entering the strip-club. "I wouldn't have been able to stomach another second cooped up in that filthy place."

Stella nodded, but nothing verbal accompanied the head gesture. After that incident with Diamond, she and her friends sat through two more stripper sets before calling it a day. Most of the journey back home consisted of the MILFs removing their makeup, though they kept their wigs on.

"We're almost at your place, Gabby," said Carmen, spotting her friend's home through the limo window. "Do you want to talk it out there?"

"I'm down, but I'm going to need some wine," said Stella as she gathered her handbag and placed it onto her lap. "There's no way I'll get through this otherwise."

"We had plenty to drink at the strip-club," commented Mrs. Davis with a shake of her head. "I guess we can have some wine, but we also need snacks. I've had very little to eat today."

"Yeah, snacks are a must," added Naruto with the two MILFs nodding along. "Would you like me to grab a bottle from your wine cellar?"

"Yes, please," replied Gabriella kindly. "The girls and I will fetch the food from the kitchen. We'll sit under my cabana."

Now that the plan was in place, they all got to work as soon as they arrived at their destination.

It wasn't long until Naruto was seen disappearing downstairs into the basement Like most accommodations in Beverly Hills, Gabriella's home was also lavish. She had a six bedroom house with a huge backyard. Not only was the main floor appealing, but the four-room basement was just as luxurious. There was a wine-cellar, sure, but the blonde mother also had a small movie theater set up inside the first room, a storage room, as well as a gym room. Her husband had it installed, but he never once made use of it, so she was forced to pick up his slack.

He was now staring at a sundry of bottles, pondering on which wine would be most appropriate for the evening. Alcohol didn't do anything for him since the bijuu inside kept him from getting drunk. Even in the worst case scenario, he would still never come close to being impaired. Finally picking out the wine of choice, he began making his way back up the stairs.

Thanks to his sensory abilities, he knew the MILFs were no longer in the kitchen and were presently sitting under the backyard cabana. True enough, they were all seated on chairs surrounding a circular table. None of them were donning wigs now, which relieved him as he much appreciated seeing them without it.

"Hey, handsome," said Carmen, waving at the approaching blond with her empty glass. "Fill 'er up!"

He chuckled as he uncorked the bottle and began pouring the delicious alcohol into the glass. Three other glasses were then filled — one for him and two for the remaining MILFs. It was then he turned his attention to the treats they decided to bring out. Stella was an olive enthusiast, affectionately nicknamed "Athena", so he wasn't surprised to see a giant bowl of green and black olives. A whole variety of berries were also present, which made sense since Carmen was often called "fruit-fly" by her friends. The assortment of cookies were obviously for Gabriella, the "cookie-monster" of the group.

Several minutes passed in comfortable silence as they all shared snacks with one another. Gathering a bit of the cream cheese with a plastic knife, he began smearing it on a cracker. "So, it was quite the day, huh?"

"Ain't that the truth," muttered Stella as she set down her now-empty glass. "I don't even have words for what we saw today."

Gabriella nodded, wiping the cookie crumbs that were sticking to her skin, just below her lips. "I woke up today deciding to tell my husband about this mission once he came back from work, but there's no way that'll happen now."

"Anyway," piped in Stella, changing the topic completely as she was also against the idea of disclosing this secret with her husband. "I don't think we're going to be able to shut the strip-club down. Not right now, at least. I couldn't spot anything off about the place."

Mrs. Miller nodded along, her brows knitting in a frown. "Not even Jacklyn, the stripper I met on the way to the bathroom, hinted at any foul-play. In fact, she couldn't stop babbling about how great of a workplace it is."

It may have been a good idea in theory, but Naruto refused to disclose his night with Diamond to the MILFs, as much as he wanted to come clean. In no way did he regret sleeping with the stripper nor did he regret fornicating with the dozens of housewives and mothers he's come across since arriving to this world. What he couldn't stomach was the idea of his crushes looking down on him, especially now that their relationship was impetuously evolving.

This mission was proof of that.

And so he cleared his throat. "We'll sift through the information we need soon enough. I haven't been able to find much about the owner because he barely comes to the States, but I was able to discover something of interest."

He neglected to mention his source was Vanessa, but went on to explain that the owner, Lars, was a Swedish businessman. Like most powerful men, his ostensible purpose was charity, but his real goal was to sway influential politicians with his kindness. Thanks to a concealed shadow clone, Naruto was able to record the audio of the owner's secretary speaking to the man over the phone. Apparently, something big was about to go down between Lars and the Mayor of New York. But without an ombudsman, this was just heresy, and wasn't enough to put him behind bars.

"At least there's some good news," said Mrs. Thompson, her shoulders sagging in relief. "We need to get a move on, though. The sooner we wrap this mission up, the better."

Gabriella nodded, her dainty hand slowly clenching into a knockout-worthy fist. The last thing she wanted was for another stripper to swoon over her young crush.

Carmen chewed on her bottom lip, her eyes slightly glossed as she recalled the sensual events of today. "Shall we take this to the jacuzzi? I think it'd do us all good."

"That's a great idea!" chirruped Stella. "Let's do this, Gabby."

There was nothing he wanted more than to join the MILFs, but he felt it was right to end things here. "I'll let you three enjoy yourselves. I think I'm going to head out now."

"Why leave, hunky?" asked Carmen as she clamped a hand on the blond's shoulder. "You should join us. We were in a strip-club together. I don't think a jacuzzi is a big deal. Right, girls?"

"Y-yeah," stuttered Gabriella without even thinking about it. She gasped silently when the weight of her acknowledgment came crashing down on her. This trip to the strip-club took her attraction towards him to a whole new level. But to be in hot, steamy water with him? Oh, she wasn't sure how she would be able to handle that level of intimacy.

Stella was the most reserved, but with the alcohol running through her system, she wasn't in the right mental state to voice her disagreement. And so she nodded her head, her breathing labored as she got out of her chair. "Sure."

"Oh, okay," said Naruto, a little shocked at this new development, not that he minded in the least bit. "I'll fill up the jacuzzi and turn on the jets. You girls can go get changed in the meanwhile."

The MILFs all thanked him on their way to the pool house, which conveniently held bundles of spare clothes.

Thanks to the immense water pressure, it didn't take much time at all for the jacuzzi to fill up with water. The powerful jets were roaring now and waves soon began forming in the water. Coupled with the jets were the underwater lights, which made it impossible to make out anything in the water. The temperature was also increasing with each passing second, as indicated by the thermostat. Stripping down to his boxers, he sank into the water, immediately relaxing as the warm liquid connected with his flesh.

Soon into him relaxing, he sensed the MILFs approaching him. He turned his head, only to find that he couldn't breathe, see, or think straight. He could breathe, but he wasn't inhaling oxygen. Rather, a sensuous feminine scent. He could see, but it was as if his eyes were deceiving him. He could think, but his brain refused to acknowledge the process.

They came sauntering towards him, all of them donning silk robes. His gaze first set on Gabriella, her amazingly long hair bouncing with each step she took. He couldn't see much of her upper half since her robe was tied shut. It wasn't that bad, though, since the robe ended at mid-thigh, thus exposing her long, slender legs to him.

His gaze gradually fell on the thickness of Carmen's thighs. Before he could truly scrutinize her body, she brought her hands to the knot tying her robe together. Shrugging her shoulders, she let it slither down, revealing the dark purple bra and panties she had on underneath, Her tits were amazing, but he was rendered mute as the two symmetrical spheres of her bottom came into view. This was the first time he was seeing her ass so exposed, and he was cherishing every second of it — she was one thicc MILF.

His attention was then captured by Stella, who he saw undressing from the corner of his blue orbs. There was a stirring of his one-eyed beast as she bestowed upon him with the magic of her massive tits packaged poorly in her bra, giving birth to a deep canyon of cleavage. He religiously followed every second of her mammaries jiggling and bouncing as she kicked her robe aside with her foot.

It took Mrs. Davis a moment to get over her shyness after doing away with her robe. Sure, she had gone to the beach many-a-times, but not once had she exposed so much of herself to Naruto. Mustering up the courage, she peaked over at him, having felt his gaze on her ever since she discarded her robe. She had been working hard in the gym lately. She told herself it was so she could excite her husband and that much was true. However, the adrenaline rushing through her to see that he was drinking her in was ineffable.

"Boy, talk about a welcome home party," whispered Naruto, enthralled with their half-naked forms. He had a sundry of opportunities to see them in similar states of undress in the past, but he never availed any of them. That was because he had made the conscious decision not to pursue them. Now that was no longer the case.

"Oh, shush, you" admonished Stella, her eyes narrowing into crinkled slits. Despite her outward indifference, something sparked deep within her. It wasn't uncommon for him to speak candidly to her, but it was never like this. Perhaps the alcohol was getting to him just as it was getting to her.

The dark star that was Carmen's asshole puckered up as she consumed the vista of her daughter's friend's far-out protruded pectorals, looking like firm plates engraved on his chest. She could only describe his shoulders as boulders, but that made sense considering the huge biceps they were supporting. That was just as much as was visible since the rest of his body was submerged underwater. She couldn't help but imagine what the rest must look like. There was no doubt in her mind that he had granite-like abs. "I can't get over how muscular you are. If my hubby was half as jacked, I wouldn't let him out of my bed."

"Carmy!" cried Gabriella as she threw her hands over her mouth, looking positively scandalized. "Behave yourself!"

"Ah, so we have ourselves a bad girl, huh?" replied Naruto, dipping his gaze at the brown MILF's decolletage. "I think a spanking is in order."

It was Carmen's time to look scandalized as her brain began concocting images of the burly ninja throwing her over his knee and striking her derriere. To make matters worse, she began picturing herself orgasming from the punishment. She was quick to banish those thoughts as they were escaping the realm of innocent teasing and playful sexual innuendo. This was becoming a little too real for her.

"Oh my," muttered Stella, nonplussed by the duo's back-and-forth. If there was one thing she admired about the blond, it was the fact he could out-tease her darker-skinned friend.

Deciding it was best not to speak, the aroused Gabriella lifted her long, creamy-white leg and lowered herself into the steamy water. Her eyes fluttered dreamily as the jets began firing off behind her, a rush of water smashing into the luscious spheres of her panty-clad bottom. Resting her arms on the edges of the jacuzzi, she shyly glanced at her crush, who was sitting directly opposite to her.

"Okay, so who wants some more wine?" asked Naruto as the two other MILFs joined their friend, so now all three were facing him. This wasn't a run-of-the-mill jacuzzi — it was a customized hot tub spa. Easily able to accommodate ten people at a time, there was ample space for the four of them to relax comfortably in the water. The tub was also deeper than what was available in the market as the water was coming up just under Naruto's pectorals and he was well over six feet tall.

"Why even ask?" fired back a now-relaxed Gabriella, only visible from the shoulders up as she was mostly submerged under water. "You already know the answer."

Naruto chuckled, enjoying the amused looks being aimed at him. Of course they wanted more wine. Drinks started passing around and very little was spoken by the group as they were reveling in the warmth of the water. There were indentations in the tub walls that acted as steps, allowing the MILFs to raise themselves up if need be, and they were all doing so right now.

"I know Gabriella said she won't tell her husband, but will either of you?"

"God no," said Carmen, having downed the last of her wine. "Derek would flip!"

"I might tell Mark," admitted Stella, her massive tits looking like beach balls as they were half-submerged in the water. "I don't know for sure, though."

"That makes sense," commented Naruto with a nod. "I'm sure your husbands won't appreciate any of you visiting a strip-club."

Perhaps it was the sheer amount of booze in her system, but Carmen couldn't help but sink further down the arousal rabbithole. "Then again, maybe I should tell him. After all, I can twerk fairly well an—"

"I don't doubt that," interrupted Naruto, his deep, husky voice sending shivers down the dark-skinned MILF's spine. "You sure have the ass for it."

"N-naughty boy," chided Mrs. Miller, albeit weakly. "Anyway, I also have some experience with lap-dancing because I used to perform them for my boyfriends back in college."

Rarely was Gabriella jealous of others, but right now she was very jealous of how smoothly Carmen was able to sneak sexual talk with the blond. Therefore, she decided to disclose to him a piece of her that he wasn't familiar with. "I experimented with pole dancing in college, but never did it for an audience. An old friend of mine was a dance instructor and I used to take lessons from her."

"Oh, wow. I didn't know you used to pole dance, Gabriella," said Naruto, looking over at the gorgeous MILF. "I'm sure you were amazing at it."

"...thank you," replied the mother, her voice a mere whisper, her heart racing.

Mrs. Thompson was too shy to confess that she had participated in three wet t-shirt competitions in college, but she felt inclined to share something with her young teammate.

"I won't get into it, but I've had the most experience with being exposed to an audience," divulged the blonde-haired wife, refusing to meet Naruto's gaze. "That said, I haven't been in that situation for almost two decades now."

"I see. Thank you for trusting me with that secret, Stella," replied Naruto, deciding against asking what kind of shows she used to put on. "Today wasn't the first time I visited a strip-club. The first time was at an acquaintance's bachelor party. The other times were because I got dragged there, but I didn't think I'd get roped into going to one with any of you."

Now that she heard his confession, Stella felt closer to the young man. "I see."

Luscious lips curled as Gabriella frowned at him. "I don't approve of you visiting such places, but I don't fault you for it. I was your age once, too — I understand."

"Interesting," murmured Carmen. "So today wasn't the first time you had a lap-dance."

Naruto arched a brow, but nodded at her. "Yeah, I've had strippers dance for me a couple of times. I've even had a private dance at one point."

"That's quite the revelation," began Carmen, only to trail off there as she gulped down the rest of her wine. Alcohol had a strange way of making her horny, no matter how little of it she consumed. However, this wine was concentrated and it was kindling a fire in her loins. Almost in a trance, she set her glass on the edge of the jacuzzi and began waddling over to the blond.

His cerulean blue orbs widened. 'Oh, fuck. Does she plan to give me a lap-dance?'

"Hey!" shrieked Gabriella, wasting no time to stop her friend from approaching the ninja. "What the hell?!"

"What?" responded Carmen neutrally as she shook herself free. "I'm jealous of Diamond, okay? And those other strippers. I want to see if I can be sexy like them, too."

Stella bit down on her bottom lip. "I don't know if that's a good idea, Carmy."

"Don't worry," purred Carmen as she crawled out of the jacuzzi and stood at its edge. Steamy droplets began trickling down her voluptuous frame, and because her panties were wet, she was giving everyone a sensational view of her camel-toe. Lifting her hands to the air, she began swaying her body, making use of the rhythm she was picturing in her mind.

Gabriella and Stella both sat with gaping mouths as their friend progressed into her dance, unleashing her inner slut. Her hands were now trailing down from over her head to near her bra-clad breasts.

Naruto's breathing was labored as the woman started tracing long, slow, tantalizing trails down her body. She was aroused, that much was for certain, as her nipples were practically poking out of her bra. A gesture of his eyes finally set her in motion as she spun around, blessing him with the fattest ass in Beverly Hills. Each round, succulent cheek was separated from the other by a half-inch gap which greedily swallowed her panties into her crack.

Without missing a beat, she started shaking her rump, twerking for him as she occasionally did for her husband. This was getting a little out of hand, but this was the hottest she's felt in ages. And it wasn't the wine talking. Sighing deeply, she lowered herself back into the jacuzzi, causing a nice splash as her big, fat ass disappeared inside the water. In no time flat she was swimming over to him.

She stopped just as she came in contact with the blond as she felt a large, thick shaft pushing into her right thigh. Paying a cursory glance to her sides, she noted that his arms were on either sides of the jacuzzi, confirming there was no way that could be it. She took her bottom lip between her teeth as she turned around, backing herself into him. She then began bucking her hips, fighting against the water pressure with her meaty butt to massage the monstrosity pulsating behind her. 'Diamond was right. Naruto is so fucking big!'

Her arousal burgeoning, she brought her hands to her head and began digging her fingers into her hair, all while grinding her hips, feeling his boxer-clad cock rub up against her. Even underwater it felt so erotic - like nothing she'd ever imagined. She craned her head back, speaking in a volume so low that only he could hear her. "Look at you, naughty boy, lusting over my ass."

"Can you blame me?" whispered Naruto, bringing his arms around so he could let his hands wander over her sides. He slowly dragged his fingers down and around, traveling inches away from her inner thighs. This was perfect because she was almost completely under water, meaning the other MILFs couldn't see what was happening here.

She shuddered against him, freezing in place when he ran his fingers dangerously close to her panty-clad pussy. Turning her head ever-so slightly, she saw him gazing at her, his eyes beseeching her. "...do you want me to turn around?"

"Yeah," replied Naruto, noting how meek the MILF sounded. She was losing herself to lust, but then again so was he. As she turned and settled back on his lap, her breasts ballooned out against his chest. His hands disappeared under the water as he reached around her. With just the first contact, he fell in love as he held her enormous panty-clad butt cheeks, cradling them like a newborn child. He squeezed them, eliciting a moan from her. How he had lasted this long without sampling her was beyond him.

'What...what is she doing?' thought Mrs. Thompson as she furrowed her brows. She couldn't see much because Carmen was covered up to the chest in water. However, it was being made clear to her from what she was able to descy and hear that things were getting a little hot and heavy.

Gabriella balled her left fist while gulping down another glass of wine, the animal that was jealousy starting to consume her.

"Carmen," whispered Naruto, his lips nearly kissing the valley between the MILF's bra-clad tits. "I want to take this to the next level. What do you say?"

The brown MILF knew the trouble her bodacious ass could cause as it always garnered unnecessary attention from the opposite sex. However, she would be lying if she said the wandering eyes didn't excite her. For nearly twenty years, she's been faithful to her husband, but right now this young man was taking her covered-nipple into his mouth, chewing on it through her bra, all while massaging her rump. She wasn't too buzzed to realize this was immoral of her, but she was too horny to care.

"I'm going to take that as a yes," said Naruto as he retracted from the married woman's chest and proceeded to peel down her panties from the back. Because his hands were under the water, neither Stella nor Gabriella could see that their friend's undergarment was being rolled down the cup of her derriere.

Now that her panties were snaked around her mid-thighs, there was only the fabric of his boxers separating her vagina from his monstrous shaft. However, she wasn't able to revel in the sensation for long because he continued kneading her booty with his large, strong hands, once again turning her into a moaning puddle of goo. And then her world came crashing down when he ran a single finger down her butt crack.

"N-no, don't…" maundered Mrs. Miller, despite the obvious excitement in her nether region as her clitoris emerged out of its hood. She tried her hardest not to wiggle too much because her friends were oblivious to the fact she was no longer protected by her panties. She weakly met his gaze, which proved to be a mistake since the sheer lust in his eyes rendered her mute.

"You're so hot, Carmen," purred Naruto, replacing his finger with his entire hand to explore the canyon between her butt-cheeks. The jacuzzi water was steamy, but the temperature was nothing compared to the heat rolling off her as he caressed her with the palm of his hand. "I won't be able to hold back anymore. I'm going to shove my finger in your butthole."

She heard him loud and clear. Well, that wasn't entirely true. He spoke, but her brain was too overwhelmed to process his words in real-time. By the time his intentions finally dawned on her, she felt an intrusion in her forbidden hole and she was forced to throw her hands over her mouth. Being submerged underwater left her anus helpless against such an assault as there was a lack of friction here. The dark, crinkly ridges caved as water slowly filled her butt before his thick finger wormed its way inside her. "Urrgghh!"

Stella froze for a second, nearly crushing the glass she was holding. "Gabby, I think this may have been a mistake."

"...huh?" queried Gabriella softly. "Why?"

"I think something is going on with those two," admitted the blonde MILF. "Maybe I'm wrong, but I have the feeling that Naruto is playing with Carmen. She isn't innocent, either. We both know how much of a tease she can be."

"So it isn't just me," said Samantha's mother, glancing over to the couple in question. She had also arrived at the same conclusion, she didn't raise the question out of fear that jealousy was once again getting the best of her.

Meanwhile, the brown beauty was panting raggedly as her young companion was pushing deep into her anus. She was already breaching her wedding vows when she agreed to let him peel down her panties, but now she was officially cheating on her husband. Not even during her somewhat wild college days did she experiment with butt-sex. Her husband was the one who popped her anal cherry, but the experience wasn't noteworthy at all. Perhaps it was because he wasn't exactly super into it, or because he wasn't big enough to cause memorable stretching, but it wasn't as pleasurable as she had envisioned it in her mind.

Millions of light particles started bombarding her field of vision as her daughter's friend took things even further by stuffing another finger inside her. She was already impressed with the girth of his single finger, but this second one was really giving her trouble as he opening up her ass. Realizing she wouldn't be able to stop herself from screaming, she bit down on his neck and her muffled cry was music to his ears. 'He's going to make me cum!'

"Shh...the others will hear you," replied Naruto, his cock so adamantine that he could hammer nails with it. He was grateful for the fact her lower half was submerged underwater because the depths he was hitting in her butthole would not have been possible without lubrication. He twisted his fingers, really digging them inside her before swirling them around, all while groping, kneading and squeezing that fat left buttock of hers.

Alexandra's mother's eyes rolled to the back of her head, but she clamped her mouth with her hand. Despite this renewed attempt to conceal her screams, her moans escaped her parted fingers and carried through the jacuzzi. Her vagina was starting to react to his exploration of her rectum and it made her so horny that she brought her free hand between her legs and began massaging her outer lips. Now both of her holes were getting stimulated — her asshole by him and her pussy by her. Rearing her head back, she could only buck her hips for a couple of seconds before a violent wave of juices came gushing from the depths of her vagina. "I'M CUMMING!"

"Oh...my...god," whispered Stella, so flabbergasted with the announcement that she dropped her glass, and it fell into the jacuzzi, the alcohol now mixing in with the water, which was now also accommodating her friend's juices. "I knew it! I knew it, Gabby. Naruto was fingering her!"

Gabriella raked her brown sister with icy contempt as the muscles in her face tightened.

Spasming like a trauma patient, Derek's wife mewled as she dizzily rested her head on the blond's shoulder. Her husband was never able to make her cum like this. Yet here she was in a dream-like state, having squirted like a slut from another man drilling her butt with his fingers.

"They heard you," whispered Naruto, glancing at the two MILFs from over Carmen's shoulder. "I think we're in trouble."

Her eyes flew wide as it dawned on her that she forgot to cover her mouth when she let out that harrowing shriek.

Gabriella was going to kill her.

She could feel her friend's murderous gaze, and she genuinely felt bad about hurting her like this. Be that as it may, Gabby wasn't the only one who had feelings for the blond. There was more to her teasing than just her being playful. She was too afraid to admit it, but deep down a part of her has always been attracted to him. Absently massaging the back of his head, she smooched the skin of his neck. She still felt guilty, as the image of her husband popped up in her mind, but she couldn't deny what she was feeling for this other man right now.

"Do you want to keep your fingers in my butt or something?" asked Carmen as she wiggled her hips, milking the digits still buried deep within her.

He chuckled, exulted that she wasn't outwardly exhibiting major signs of regret. The warmth of her asshole was greater than that of the jacuzzi, and he was enamored with how her forbidden chambers were clinging to his fingers. Be that as it may, it was time for them to face the music.

Mrs. Miller groaned as her rump coughed out the man's digits. Reaching down, she gathered the hem of her panties and began pulling them back up. Now that she was no longer high on arousal, she could vividly feel the mammoth shaft rubbing up against her. She knew he was bigger than her husband, but it finally dawned on her how truly superior the younger man was to Derek.

"I knew this mission was a horrible idea," said Stella, her nose wrinkled in distaste and disappointment. "What were you thinking, Carmen?!"

"This isn't her fault," replied Naruto in defense of the brown-skinned MILF. "Carmen was tipsy, but I was the one who took things further. Blame me if you want, but I don't regret touching her."

Alexandra's mother felt the heat rush to her cheeks as she gently stroked the man's broad shoulder with her hand. "I don't regret you touching me, either."

He had hoped that his words would resonate with Stella and help calm her down. Judging by her defensive stance, he could tell she wasn't about to entertain this answer at all.

It was Gabriella, however, whose reaction he was most concerned with.

It was that of heartbreak.

Stella also caught onto her friend's plight and knew they had overstayed their welcome. It would do well for the brown-haired woman to have a talk with Naruto. Things had already gotten out of hand at that strip-club, so she was looking forward to getting out of here. Unfortunately, watching Carmen slutting it up reminded her of her pitiful situation at home, with Mark having recurring dreams of her cheating on him. She just couldn't seem to catch a break.

Carmen heard Stella's silent request loud and clear. The truth was that she wanted to have a heart-to-heart with Naruto and ask what this meant to him. Was this a heat-of-the-moment sort of deal? Or was he planning on picking up where they had left off? The greater part of her, however, was relieved that things hadn't escalated any further between them. Despite her actions today, and despite her newfound feelings for him, she was still a married woman. She needed to really think about what she had done.

Samantha's mother heard her friends bidding her farewell, but she didn't respond back in kind. Water drops rolled off her luscious curves as she silently rose to her feet. Because of the depth of the jacuzzi, everything below the middle of her thighs was still submerged in the water. All through this she was staring blankly at her crush, her arms instinctively clapped on her hips, her arms crooked like sugar bowl handles.

Since he wasn't going to receive a response anytime soon, Naruto decided to break the awkward silence between them. To his surprise, his companion mustered up the courage to address him.

"How...how could you, Naruto?" asked Mrs. Davis, her voice but a mere whisper. "I have feelings for you and you were basically having sex with one of my best friends right in front of me!"

Her heart was thumping loudly as she was spilling it out to him for the first time. For months it felt like there was an invisible pillow pressing against her lips because she was struggling with these adulterous feelings. She knew it was wrong, but right now it felt like liquid adrenaline was being injected right into her bloodstream. Avowing her feelings helped confirm that this was no mere crush — she was in love with him.

Beliefs are upheld as sacrosanct as they shape who a person is. However, a person's identity is revealed not through their beliefs, or even through their words, but through their actions.

The few seconds it took for the young man to silently rise from the water were enough to bring Gabriella's world to a screeching halt. What she saw back at the strip-club was nothing as his boxers were practically being torn into by his colossal cock, and its outline was leaving little to the imagination. "O-o-oh...my...G-God…"

She was breathing raggedly now, her tits heaving up and down as the blond reached out and pulled her towards him. She could feel the humongous rod pressing against her tummy, but then he wrapped his arms around hers. She knew nigh-instantly that this was no normal hug, and in that moment her worries ceased to exist as he was cocooning her better than any butterfly-to-be. His big, strong hands began tracing their way from the back of her neck, down her back, resting just at the upper spheres of her ass. She was shuddering against him now as he was touching her like she was a treasure to be found again and again, a feast of flesh for his fingertips to indulge their wanton desires.

Speaking proved onerous now, especially when he lifted her chin, forcing her to look at him. Her lips were quivering as he brought his hands to her face, cupping it so delicately that it gave her chills. She wrapped her arms around his back, her wedding ring pressing deep into his flesh. "N-Naruto…"

"Silly woman," whispered Naruto, his deep, husky voice easily consuming the MILF. "Do you really think your feelings are one-sided? I was with Carmen because I am also extremely attracted to her. But we can talk about that later. Right now I want to show you how I truly feel about you."

Returning his hands down to her lower back, he opened his hands and slid them up the swells of her exquisitely round buttocks, cupping one taut mound in each palm. He could feel her hands clinging to his back, her face nuzzling sideways against his chest, not to mention her bountiful tits, her hard nipples straining against her bra. With the tips of his fingers he began making little circles, making the bottom of her ass jiggle. Bewitched by her cute, girly moans, he proceeded to spank her, earning a squeal from her. He chuckled as she squirmed against him, her embarrassment conspicuous to him, despite her sanguine face buried in his chest.

Gabriella moaned as her daughter's friend conquered her babymaker, his hands working her glutes harder than a couple of ardent sets on the leg press. She stared at him with dilated pupils as they made contact with his cerulean blue own. In that moment, everything became silent and not even the roaring jets registered with her eardrums. All she could hear was her beating heart as he leaned in, closing the distance between their mouths.

This kiss was more than just of comfort as their lips molded together in the promise of realness, of the primal desire the two of them had for one another. Her hands roamed more confidently around his body now, feeling each crevasse, each line along his muscular physique. Almost two full minutes later, they parted from one another, overwhelmed with emotion. Their eyes slowly made contact again and it was followed with another kiss, but this time it was intensely passionate, yet full of tenderness and longing at the same time. Their tongues met at long last and began engaging in a dance of ecstasy, communicating a hot, steamy story of love.

Not five seconds after parting from her, he spun her around, eliciting a gasp from her as she was still riding the high of their make-out session. She shuddered under his touch, feeling his hands slithering around the front of her torso until they were sliding up over the underside of her breasts. A deep, guttural moan escaped her as he began fondling her ample melons through her bra. For roughly forty seconds he interrogated her nipples through the thin material of her bra before he sent one hand down, while his other one remained glued to her jiggling tits. His descending hand was now tugging on the hem of her panties, just seconds away from entering forbidden territory.

"Gabriella," whispered Naruto, the arousal he was in causing him to sound parched. "I will give you one chance to think about this. Adam is a good man. Are you sure you want to do this?"

Memories of her husband pooled together with the pleasure she was in, breaking her from her trance. Adam wasn't an exemplary man, but he was a decent spouse. He wasn't abusive nor did he treat her horribly. There was no better time than now for the wife in her to pull herself together, to retreat and give her marriage another chance. However, being intimate with this young man only drove home to her that while she still loved Adam, it was no longer the kind of love a wife has for a husband.

"Yes...oh, God yes…" whispered Gabriella, feeling like ants were crawling over her skin as her daughter's friend sank his hand down her panties, approaching her vagina ever-so slowly. "Touch me, Naruto. I can't be with Adam when it's you who I'm in love with. Touch me, please!"

Heart racing from her confession, he cupped the married woman's vagina in his hand and began caressing it with his palm. She instantly fell victim to his touch as she began moaning his name. Perhaps it was a bad idea to do this in the backyard, but it wasn't like anyone could see them as the jacuzzi was well hidden from prying eyes. Bending his hand slightly, he used his fingers to tend to her labia, tugging on the outer lips, teasing them, making her go delirious as she responded by bucking her hips, grinding against him like Diamond did back at the strip-club.

Gabriella screamed as her young lover suddenly shoved two fingers up her cooch. The experience was especially eventful because with just his fingers, he was stretching her more than her husband ever had with his paltry dick. She was a mindless drone as he lifted her up with a single hand, all while thrusting his thick, juicy fingers in and out of her. By the time the world stopped spinning, she found herself spread eagle on the wood floor beside the jacuzzi. She groaned as her lover yanked his fingers out of her.

Like a moth to a flame, the former shinobi crawled forward, feeling his mouth watering with desire as he moved closer and closer between the housewife's creamy thighs. In an instant he latched onto the inside of her right thigh, just above her knee. He began kissing his way along her creamy white skin, tracing a path upward with the tip of his tongue, slowing a bit as he got to the center of her womanhood. She moaned dreamily, arching her back as he licked with increasing pressure along her perineum, causing her hips to rise and fall, her bottom bouncing off the wooden surface.

Samantha's mother was a mess as she threw her hands into the younger agent's hair, digging her fingers deep into his scalp. He swept his tongue from bottom to top, pulling it just shy of her clitoris. For a brief moment he stared at the cute little nub poking out of its hood, fully engorged, begging for attention, embarrassing her with his intense stare. He then went back to running his tongue along the length of her pussy, varying from the center to along its length. Her pussy was already dripping, but as his tongue slid deep inside her, it triggered a blisteringly exquisite climax deep inside her itchy cunt. "G-Goddddd…you're making me...gonna...make...me...CUMMMM!"

"Mmm…" groaned Naruto, rolling his tongue in a probing circle deep inside his friend's mother, the delectable juices flowing readily onto his tongue as he sucked for more, wanting every drop of her feminine nectar. She rewarded him by giving him another mouthful of her cunt-honey, the aromatic discharge flowing out of her snatch right onto his waiting tongue. In just two additional minutes, she started exhibiting signs of a second orgasm.

Gabriella was now religiously chanting her young lover's name. Forget the fact that he made her orgasm harder than she ever had in her life, that too with just cunnilingus alone. Now he was going to make her cum again — she could feel it bubbling inside her. It didn't do his sexual prowess any justice if she were to merely state that he was better at it than her husband. Her innards clung to him like superglue, but he kept slobbering inside her, all while interrogating her clitoris with his thumb and index finger.

All of a sudden he began licking in a frenzy and she began yanking on his hair like a woman possessed. She could feel the waves of pleasure washing over her as she neared her consecutive climax. And then she found herself going over the edge, like a rowboat over Yosemite Falls, falling into the abyss of a mind-warping climax. Over and over again she bucked and rode every wave, as his every swab of his tongue felt like bolts of lighting on her clit, up her spine, through her heart and out the tips of her painfully erect nipples.

"I'M CUMMMMINNGGGG!" screamed Samantha's mother, a wad of saliva shooting out of her mouth as a tsunami of juices came gushing out of her. She continued to thrash around, undulating like a leaf surfing over the distant ripples of some great splash while her new lover began consuming every ounce of her fluids. Once her body finished rolling through her orgasm, she began to blink and look around like she was self-aware for the first time in several minutes.

It was insane.

"Mmm...so delicious," purred Naruto, finally withdrawing from his lover's vagina. He was amused to find that she was sweating profusely, panting like an exhausted dog, her tongue dangling out of her mouth. Sensing that she could handle just a little more ecstasy, he began licking her again, leaving her clitoris alone for the moment and simply savoring her feminine nectar.

"N-Naruto...please…" begged Gabriella with gritted teeth, her head lolling from side to side, her sweaty hair matted to her cheeks. "Are you trying to ruin me for Adam? Because you already did that."

Naruto chuckled as he plopped down beside her, watching as her eyes fell to the extreme tenting of his boxers. Deciding it was time to let the monster loose, he brought his hands to the hem of his underwear.

Gabriella was rendered speechless as it seemed like her lover's cock would never end as inch after inch after inch emerged from his briefs. Finally, the mushroom head pulled free, and the full shaft sprang free before pointing directly up at the sky as though it was a pillar of worship. It was easily as long as her forearm and clearly thicker than her wrist. Dark blue veins wound all across its surface, leading her eye in crazy, winding routes over his length — he was a god compared to her spouse.

"Gabriella," said Naruto as he tossed his boxers aside. "I will ask one last time: are you sure this is what you want?"

She took a moment to process his words before a bitter smile curled to her lips. "There's no going back for me, Naruto. The guilt of betraying Adam is getting to me, I will admit, but..."

Jiraiya's former student leaned down, planting a kiss on the emotional wife's forehead. "How you handle your husband is up to you, and I will support whatever decision you make. Now, how about some love for your new friend here?"

She swallowed tremulously, her brain starting to malfunction just from the notion of tending to his monster cock. Now that she was up close and personal, she noticed that the flared head was gleaming as just the single dollop of his precum was more than her husband's entire load. Because he was roosted on the edge of the jacuzzi, his feet submerged under water, the most appropriate way to service him would be if she were to be inside the jacuzzi. Steamy water splashed around her as she got into position, raising herself by placing her hands on either sides of his thighs while her pussy relaxed in the hot, steamy water. It was then the powerful, musky scent of his manhood invaded her senses, filling her nose, making her vision swim.

She puckered up, her dainty fingers sinking into his heavy, jism-filled balls as they hung like ripe fruit off the root of his shaft, all while leaning forward until her plump lips met the flesh of his shaft. At first she planted a tender kiss, then another, then another, but they swiftly became less and less chaste, her lips pressing harder against him, then parting as her tongue pushed through to join in, flattening against the side of his shaft. Her cheeks hollowed as she began to slurp at his cock, her eyelids fluttering as she was rewarded with a fresh spurt of precum. She moaned, her taste-buds burning from the hot, adulterous cream passing through her oral cavity. There wasn't much saltiness to his taste, surprisingly — he actually tasted a little sweet.

Pulling back, she stared at his wife-stealing rod in reverence, the thick bluish veins running up and down the prodigious length drawing her eyes like a magnet. Her attention was suddenly garnered by a flash, which turned out to be the darkening sunlight bouncing off her wedding ring. The guilt did stop her, but before she knew it, she was diving forward, her mouth open wide as she buried her face in his left testicle. She kissed, sucked, and licked at every inch of the immense ball she could reach, leaving it glistening with her saliva.

"That's a good girl," lauded Naruto, beyond pleased with the passion she was exhibiting. "I honestly won't last long at all with you making love to my cock like that."

The married woman's acknowledgment of his plaudit came in the form of a muffled moan as she continued tending to his giant testicle. She sucked and sucked, all while sending her hands up to grasp his pulsating shaft. Even with both hands wrapped one above the other around it, there was still half of his cock exposed. She felt it pulsing enticingly against her palms and her pussy started to beg her not to accept this monster inside her.

Releasing his polished testicle from her mouth, she started running her palms along the lower-half of his shaft while leaning up on her knees. Her fingers delicately grazed his immense girth and she found herself timidly squeezing, still gobsmacked at how much was left. The split-second trance was broken from a hot, fresh serving of precum bubbling out of his urethra, nearly burning her palms as it trickled down his shaft. She rubbed her palm over his lubricated head and suffused his juices over his shaft. Returning to her double-fisted grip, she went back to working her hands, rotating and traveling up and down, holding her elbows out to get more leverage to handle his size.

Deciding it was time to take the leap, she commenced her attempt of inhaling his mushroom head. Unfortunately, not even at its widest point was she able to stretch her lips far enough to accommodate him. She even stopped jerking him with her right hand—her left was still on duty—and used it to feed herself his formidable cock from different angles, sensually mouthing the mushroom head from all sides. Nothing worked, sadly, and now her jaw was aching from being worked so hard. With a disgruntled moan, she drew her tongue back to ease the cockhead inside her mouth.

He whispered his words of encouragement, which actually did do wonders for her self-esteem. Not to mention the affectionate manner in which he was weaving his hand through her illustriously long hair. All of a sudden, he bucked his hips, and it was perfect timing for it helped her stuff his inordinate cockhead inside her mouth. Almost instantly, that pulsating power rippled through his shaft and started emitting such a tremendous heat that it was burning the inside of her now-painfully stretched mouth.

"Mmmphh!" gasped Gabriella, her cheeks puffing out, making her look like a squirrel munching on a nut. Slowly, her cheeks hollowed as she attempted to take more of him inside her. But it was a losing battle because after having only just gotten started, it felt like she had reached her limit and she didn't think she could go any further.

Deciding to give up for now, she started bobbing up and down on the top few inches of dick, the steamy water splashing around her. She wasn't sure how long it was until he bucked his hips again. There was still a vast majority of his shaft left and yet he was nearly hitting her in the throat, reaching depths her husband could never reach. Her eyes swam with tears, but she relaxed at the feel of his hand massaging her scalp.

Although she was bashful, she always gave it her all during sex. Her hands still jerking the sides of his monster cock, she took a long, deep breath through her nose before slamming her head down, instantly making her gag as an inch or two entered her throat. Tears were now trickling down her cheeks, but she obediently began bobbing her head, taking more and more of him down her throat. After a few minutes of this, she got halfway down. She kept going, gagging as drool started copiously leaking from her mouth, soaking the massive shaft, leaking down to his massive cum-filled balls.

His fingers locked in the MILF's brown tresses, the Uzumaki growled, watching as shiny spit flew everywhere as she sucked him with all her might. For a brief second, her watery eyes met his hungry own and it made him burn with desire. Her fingers tightly gripped his thighs as she bobbed her head deeper, taking just about eight inches of him in total, leaving the seven remaining inches of his cock without an oral home. At long last, he held her head and began fucking her face while his testicles churned out in preparation. "I'M CUMMING!"

"UMMPPPH!" came Adam's wife's muffled scream, her eyes bulging as the first thick rope of adulterous cum jettisoned deep into her mouth. She swallowed desperately, only for him to shoot his second load, undoing all the work she had just done. She tried her hardest to savor this next load and she was successful — for the most part. Almost immediately, she felt light-headed, her body reacting to the taste as her womb clenched deep inside her. Under water, her thighs were shaking as she began secreting sweet, womanly nectar into the jacuzzi. But it was just too much to keep up with.

Her mouth overflowed, rivulets of thick cum dribbling from the corners of her full, pouty lips, streaking down her cheeks and tracing the contours of her neck as they flowed past her throat, down to her chest. The rivulets branched out like roots, splitting into dozens of thin lines as they met the slopes of her massive melons, flowing into the deep valley of her cleavage before settling down on the water. She fell back slightly as water splashed around her, but her hands were still gripping the bottom-half of his sputtering rod.

In a haste, she began jerking him violently, watching in amazement as potent, wife-breeding cream shot through his urethra, punching through the air as he fired his fifth—or was it sixth?—load. The thick semen then came zipping down and splattered all over the wooden surface, some of it landing on his stomach, and a few globs even ricocheting off the floor and painting her face. She threw herself back on him for the final load, creating a tight vacuum as she engulfed his mushroom head in her mouth. In less than ten seconds, she was being fired at by his cock and the muscles in her neck contracted as the final wads of jism slid down her throat.

Naruto respired deeply, his cerulean blue orbs coruscating with lust to see the married woman withdrawing from his monster cock, her eyes closed in blissful pleasure. "You're so fucking hot."

Adam's wife wiped her cum-stained chin, a sheen of perspiration decorating her face. "I hope that was good for you, Naruto."

"You have no idea," replied Naruto as he sat up, reaching down and yanking his married lover out of the jacuzzi. "Your husband has no idea what he's lost. I am going to make you mine."

"Then do it," replied Samantha's mother passionately as hundreds of water droplets dribbled down her luscious body. "You can have me however you want, Naruto, but don't ever let me go."

"Why would I let you go?" responded the whiskered shinobi as he positioned himself between the mother's legs. "I love you, Gabriella. There's no way I'm letting you go."

It was magical how three simple words could change a person's life. She heard those words from her husband back when he was her boyfriend, and a multitude of times over the years. However, she couldn't recall a time when those words made her feel the way this young man was right now. A lone tear trickled down the side of her face as her lips curled into a smile, a serene glow spreading across her entire face. "I love you, Naruto."

Smiling down at her, he slammed his giant cock on her stomach like a conqueror, making her luscious breasts jiggle in response. "I want you to brace yourself because I'm about to stretch your pussy to levels it has never experienced before."

She chewed on her bottom lip, observing the mammoth shaft that was well past her belly button, almost up to her bra-clad tits. But despite being intimidated, she spread her legs wider, presenting herself to him like an offering. She paused for a second, her eyes landing on her refulgent wedding ring. Perhaps it was best if she took it off since she had already decided to file for divorce tomorrow. Stringing her husband along didn't appeal to her. Besides. there was no future for them as this young man was her future now.

"Keep your ring on for now," said Naruto, putting a stop to his lover's inner debate. "I want to share this moment with Adam's wife."

She gasped, a little taken back by this. This didn't matter to her as much as it did him, mainly because it was him who was about to defile another man's wife. Deciding to obey his wish, she placed her hands on either side of the wood floor, her wedding ring shining proudly. There was a moment of stillness, and then his gargantuan cock retracted from her stomach as he slowly aligned himself. She couldn't help but bite down on her wrist as he dragged his cockhead up and down her outer labia lips and across her clitoris.

Having lubricated himself with her juices, he rocked his hips like a battering ram to begin breaching the gates of her sacred shrine. He was stopped dead in his tracks, however, as her inexperience with such girth came in. With a renewed sense of purpose, he began attacking the portal of her womanhood. "So fucking tight!"

Gabriella whimpered, her cunt so overwhelmed by the tool trying to gain entry up inside her that her entire body started to shake. Her luscious breasts jiggled as she thrusted her hips up, only for him to push again, once again unsuccessful in shoving that fat cockhead inside her. She then felt his hands coming up to her tits and pain faded as he began toying with them. Just as she relaxed, he pushed again, this time successfully stuffing his cockhead through her folds.

"GOD!" hollered Adam's wife as a glob of saliva shot out of her mouth while her cunt muscles caved in, bathing her lover with feminine nectar. Her eyes bulged as the weight of his girth sank in, the thickness of his shaft easily stretching her in ways only her daughter had when she gave birth to her. And this was just through penetration — he hadn't even begun stuffing her with the rest of his ungodly large rod.

Having sex in this position on the bed came with certain luxuries such as the ability to dig her fingers into the sheets or into her pillow. However, right now she was laying on the wooden floor, so she threw her arms up and clamped her hands on his shoulders. But being the trooper that she was, she stomached the few additional inches he was able to cram inside her. She moaned from the depths of her throat as tears streamed down her face. He was barely inside her and he was already punching her in areas that were unexplored by her husband. She weakly opened her eyes and peered into his to find them sparkling with concern.

"I-it's like…" she panted, beads of sweat trickling down the sides of her contorted face. "I'm a virgin again. I can't believe...so big."

The concern disappeared from his blue orbs. "Bigger than Adam?"

She looked up at the ex-shinobi looming over her, his pecs bulging, his chiseled abdominal muscles flexing. There was no need for him to even ask that question because it wasn't even a comparison — he was vastly bigger than her husband. In fact, his cock had overwhelmed her to such a degree that it made her forget that she was even married. She nodded and then pressed down on his shoulders with her hands, silently relaying to him that she wanted him as close as possible to her right now.

Thankfully, he obeyed and collapsed on top of her, her luscious tits squashing against his chest. She expelled harshly from having his entire weight on her. However, she was quick to recover from it and wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck. There was nothing holding him back now as he began pumping his hips, stuffing her with inch upon inch of big, fat dick. Her shaking body started to adjust, even though she found the first few strokes quite painful as the soft tissue of her sopping cunt accepted this new widening of her passage.

She bit down on his shoulder, leaving a bloody hickey as she screamed at the top of her lungs, her toes curling as he sensually beat her pussy into submission, turning it into his personal plaything. In no time flat, she was at a point where it felt like there was no room for anything but this monster cock inside her body. She could feel every vein, every ridge. The added width had stretched her to the point that any movement on her part coupled with his hip thrusting action pulled very deliberately on the nub of her clitoris.

"That's a good girl!" extolled Naruto, his cerulean blue orbs scintillating as he felt the diamond on his lover's wedding ring digging into his back.

And then came a ferocious thrust from his end, still not balls-deep inside her yet, but enough for his cockhead to smash into her cervix. It was such a powerful sensation that she began crying, tears flowing down her cheeks. But he didn't stop there as he began pulverizing her, forcing her to evolve into a starving animal that could only be satiated with adulterous cock. No longer in control of her senses, she attacked the source of her required sustenance, bucking her hips, meeting his thrusts. Now her vocal chords were being pushed to their limits as she began caterwauling, her frabjous cries alerting her neighbors. "I'M CUMMING!"

xXx

"Mark?"

The forty year old didn't glance over at his freshly-showered wife as he was in the middle of a crossword puzzle. "Yes, honey?"

"We need to talk."

"I see," replied Mark, straightening up in response to those four dreaded words. Obviously, something was wrong and it was his job to help her through it. "Talk to me. What's wrong?"

Stella joined her husband on the bed, her mountainous, braless tits bouncing happily, stretching the fabric of her nightgown. "It's about your dreams."

He arched a brow, while his brain dutifully began sifting through his memories. Normally, it wouldn't have taken much time for him to figure it out, but it was late, and he was haggard. It was then his heart skipped a beat as his nervous system nearly imploded from the pent-up guilt he's been harboring for months.

She knew.

"It's not my fault, Stells!" exclaimed Mark. "Do you think if I had a choice that I'd still want to feel this way?"

She reared her head back, not only from his outburst—which was shocking in itself since he was normally soft-spoken—but also from the excruciating pain that was laced in his voice. Even his face carried regret and agony, like a man who wasn't sure what to do with himself. Despite the anger she was in, he was her husband and it pained her to see him like this.

"Then please help me understand, Mark," said Stella softly. "Why is it that you're constantly fantasizing about me cheating on you?"

"This all started when I was having drinks with Tyler," began Mark as he placed his hands on his lap, squirming on the sheets. "I don't remember what triggered the conversation, but he started talking about how his wife came to him one day and told him about a guy at her gym. The jealousy kicked in as she continued bringing up his name. He then made the conscious decision to keep tabs on her. Then one day he caught her getting screwed by the guy in the parking lot of the gym."

Tyler was a mutual friend of theirs from college. However, he ditched the city upon graduating, only to wind up working in her husband's company, which was located in another state. Learning of this affair gave Stella fantods, but she schooled her features since this conversation was just getting started. And so she nodded at her husband, gesturing for him to pick up where he had left off.

Mark inhaled a deep breath and blew out slowly. "Obviously, he was heartbroken, but he couldn't look away. He spied on them with his binoculars, watching them right up to the point Bianca finally got out of the car and got into her own. And not once did he confront her about it. Instead, he continued spying on her, watching her seek comfort in the arms of another man."

"Okay, let's forget about Tyler's situation for a second," said the blonde secret agent as she wiped her eyes, which were beginning to water. That story was brutal, and she genuinely felt sorry for her friend. "Are you sure you're not mistaking a simple case of submissiveness with this cuckolding fantasy of yours?"

"I'm not," replied Mark as though it was a natural reflex. "Do you remember when I started asking you to take control during sex?"

It took a moment, but she recalled the exact period in time he was referring to. It was a few weeks after their last anniversary, which was long before he ever brought up the talk of adultery.

"I thought I would feel better if you took your place as the head of our family," continued the man, absently stroking his goatee. "I was aware of my submissive streak, as it was there from the beginning of my sexual history. Getting you to boss me around did sate my desires, but it wasn't enough. I told you that I was attracted to you from the moment I saw you on that stage. It wasn't your confidence that I loved or your beauty, both of which I still consider great qualities. It has taken me ages to realize that what truly drew me in was the dormant dominant side that I could sense in you."

In normal circumstances, her response would've had a bit of a kick to it, but right now all she could do was sit there and let his words sink in. The first time they met was after one of her wet t-shirt competitions. He approached her afterward and they just seemed to click. Thinking back on it now, she could admit that his meekness stood out to her. That's because she used to be a timorous girl in highschool and college was where she truly felt empowered. She didn't look any deeper into it at the time, but now she could also comprehend the hidden message buried in his words.

"Okay," said Clover's mother gingerly. "If I am following correctly, it wasn't just me intimidating you that made you want to be with me. You were also subconsciously attracted to me because I was showing myself off to all those guys?"

Mark nodded, inwardly rejoicing that his wife was paying fastidious attention to his story. "You're absolutely right, Stella. You stopped competing soon after we started dating, so I never felt like that again. It wasn't until I started fantasizing about you with strangers that those feelings came rushing back to me. So, no: this is more than just submissiveness. I'm not cut out to pleasure you, and you deserve a real man who can satisfy you in bed."

Mrs. Thompson knew what her spouse was going to say, but actually hearing those words shook the foundations of her mind. When she initiated this talk with him, she had hoped to get to the bottom of his deranged fantasy and verbally beat it out of his system. Unfortunately, they were now at a crossroads as this was no longer a fantasy to him — it was consuming him whole.

Today was the first time since marrying Mark that she felt genuine attraction towards another man. Despite appreciating Naruto's immense, muscular physique, he was her daughter's friend and she had always thought of him as such. But the visit to that strip-club ruined that image of him forever. If that didn't do the job, watching him secretly finger Carmen into an orgasm certainly did. She shook her head, vanquishing the impure thoughts from her brain. Why was she even thinking about the young man right now?

"Mark," said Stella in a doleful tone. "There will be no turning back if we take this step. Understand that you may lose me forever should I take on a lover."

"I don't think I'll lose you," argued Mark as he reached out and grabbed his wife's hand, gently intertwining their fingers. "We're adults in a committed, loving relationship, and there's no reason why you and I can't have exactly what we both want. If we can find a capable man, I can finally be set free from this...cage," he voice started to crack as tears pooled in his eyes. "I'm tired, Stells. I'm tired of hiding. I want us to find a bull so you can cuckold me. Please."

Massive tits jiggled as she hopped off the bed. She quietly put on her fluffy slippers and turned away from her husband to stare at the darkness of the night sky through the window. Finally, she craned her head back over to him, her face devoid of emotion. "I'm going to sleep in the guestroom tonight. I have a lot to think about. Do you understand?"

"I do," replied Mark, just as devotedly as he did to her on their wedding day. "Take all the time you need, honey. We can talk about this tomorrow if you're up for it. Goodnight."

"Goodnight," whispered Stella with a weak nod before disappearing out the door.

Marriage truly isn't for the faint of heart.

xXx

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Raising her hand, Carmen used the remote control to turn off the television. Curled in her sofa with a corpulent blunt, it wasn't like she was paying attention to the reality show as the events of today were haunting her mind. She had a good thing going. A big house, an abundance of food, life in the suburbs, and a decent husband. Despite all that, she cheated on him earlier today with a man half her age.

Blaming it on the alcohol was easy, but she knew that had little to do with her adulterous actions. As a child, she found enjoyment in messing with her classmates. Not to the point of bullying, but it was bad enough that her parents would often get called to the school. During her teenage years, she would go to her local store and steal something. However, she always returned to the scene of the crime to secretly put the item back. The fact was that she was a thrill-seeker and always has been.

As she grew older, her enthusiasm for thrill-seeking took a dark turn when she began smoking pot and dating "bad" boys. Most of them were footballers, but it took little time for her to have her fill of jocks. She continued playing the field until she met Derek. Unlike the other guys, she stuck with him through an entire semester, then through the summer. Before she knew it, they were standing on the altar, exchanging vows.

Not too long into the marriage, Derek mellowed from a bad boy to the Average Joe — plain and boring. She didn't mind it too much at the time, seeing as was pregnant with Alexandra. The bad girl in her also receded into the deepest reaches of her mind as the yearning to be a good mother consumed her. However, everything changed the moment her daughter left for Europe. There was no longer a need for her to contain herself as she was free to unleash the beast sealed within her. Unfortunately for her, there was no beast left in Derek to accompany her back down this dark path.

A cloud of smoke hovered around her as she exhaled deeply, the marijuana doing its job of easing her nerves. Inhaling the last bit of her blunt, she put it out in the ashtray. She sighed as she looked over at the clock — it was 12:30 AM. Reaching for the knot tying her robe together, she undid it, causing the garment to fall and pool under her feet. She gently cupped her naked tits, juggling them in her hands. "What I wouldn't do for a good, hard fuck right now."

Thoughts of Naruto then came flooding back to her, making her recall how he had butt-fucked her with his fingers — that too in front of her friends. Then of course there was the ungodly huge cock she could feel throbbing against her through his boxers. The young man, who she loved to tease, was actually an extremely bad boy and she was just finding out about it. Despite the pit in her stomach, it shocked her that she actually got through dinner with her husband without the guilt of cheating on him getting to her.

She quickly shooed away her thoughts, having done more than her fair share of fantasizing this evening. Turning off the lights, she began marching her way up the stairs as ripples ran through her doughy, crazy booty. It came as no surprise that her husband was hammering away at the keyboard, working on yet another project for his company. Normally, she would kiss him goodnight and let him be, but right now she needed to satisfy the starving beast inside her.

Derek didn't really bat an eye when his wife came sauntering over to him, naked as the day she was born. She had a penchant to walk around with no clothes at home when their daughter wasn't here. He instinctively puckered his lips, expecting a chaste kiss, but then she nonplussed him by spinning his chair around and yanking down his trousers in one fluid motion. "Honey, I'm working."

"Not right now you're not," purred Alexandra's mother like a contented kitten. "I want some sex and I want it now."

She didn't wait for his response as she spat on his babyish dick and began stroking it with a single hand, easily bringing it to full-mast. Even erect, a single hand was still more than enough to capture it. There was no playfulness in her movement. No, she went straight for the kill, jacking him off with the hunger of a thousand demons.

"C-Carmen...not so hard...God!" cried Derek, slamming his eyes shut whilst bucking his hips, nearly catapulting himself off his chair. "I'm gonna cum!"

"Not yet!" replied Carmen with a sneer. "Don't you dare cum, Derek!"

It took a great deal of time for him to recuperate from an orgasm, so if he were to cum right now, there was no way he would be able to fuck her any time soon. Unfortunately, he didn't last fifteen more seconds before screaming out and ejaculating, releasing his thin, unimpressive swimmers into the air before they splattered onto the floor. She sighed, her tits jiggling as she released her hand from his crotch, leaving him gasping for breath.

Derek slouched against his chair, panting heavily. "Carmen...what's gotten into you?"

"Nothing," was all the dark-skinned MILF said in response as she wiped her husband's cum on his thighs in a scunner. Her big, fat ass wobbled with each step she took as she made her way to their bed. Reaching out for her nightstand drawer, she took out her seven-inch dildo. She flung herself back on the bed, propping her hips up as she began shoving every last inch of the dildo inside her cunt

Derek just sat there, showcasing his acting skills by gaping like a fish out of water as he watched his wife fuck herself with an artifical dick.

xXx

Adam, I want to say that I'm sorry.

I'm sorry for not telling you that I've been harboring feelings for another man. The truth is that I thought I'd be able to get over this crush and it got easier when he left the country. But I saw him again today and all of those feelings came rushing back.

I had sex with him.

And I don't intend to stop.

I don't want anything from you. I'm the one who destroyed our marriage, so I don't deserve your money or our house. That's why I'm going to move out and start a new life with him. I promise to give you a chance to retaliate, to scold me, do whatever you have to in order to get through this. All I ask is that you refrain from coming home tonight. I'm going to be with my lover in our bed, and the last thing I want is for you to walk in on us having sex.

~ Gabriella

Sometimes, the fate of one's soul rested in their tears for it could help douse the furnace of pain. However, that wasn't the case for Adam Masters, who had just finished reading his wife's text message. He was now a shell of his former self as his phone fell from his shaking hand. Thankfully, he was in his car, so the device simply bounced off the edge of his seat before landing safely on the mat and in between his feet.

His past flames used to kvell while ranting about his lack of skill in bed, chalking it up to his less than adequate dick. In fact, his game was so bad in college that he feared he may end up staying single for the rest of his life. He then magically scored Gabriella, shocking his friends as she was one of the prettiest girls on campus. This in turn bolstered his self-esteem and confidence, which was critical for when he started hunting for jobs.

Being her boyfriend wasn't enough because he had always feared that she would find someone better. That's why he was so adamant on becoming her husband, as he hailed marriage as an indomitable wall. But despite his beliefs, the stats held true as that wall was now crumbling into itty-bitty pieces. They say the time on a clock is measured and constant, ticking and tocking as part of an orderly world, but that was false. No, time stood still as he did, his insides feeling as if there was nothing there.

It was half an hour ago when he received a call from Jacob, his childhood friend and neighbor. He ended the call before the man could finish speaking. Then again, he didn't exactly need to hear anything more than "Get home. I think your wife's fucking another dude." to bolt from his office in a mardy.

Now he was in the driveway of his home.

Gabriella said she didn't want him here tonight, but there was no way he would be able to stay away. He wanted to hate her. He wanted to let that negative emotion swallow him and pour acid into his soul. Unfortunately, all his brain was willing to conjure were the good memories of her, the times when they laughed, how sweet she was, and how much he loved her. On shaky legs, he walked over to the entrance of his home. The door was unlocked, but that didn't even register to him as he shut it behind him.

Instead of a bubbly wife greeting him at the door, he was greeted with the sight of dried up stains of what could only be reproductive juices engraved on the carpet, the tiled floor and the surrounding walls. The tears returned with a vengeance as clapping noises began echoing through the entire house, accompanied by vociferous screams of pleasure. He knew that voice better than he knew himself — that was his beloved wife. Like the broken man he was, he made his way up the stairs, only for him to stop dead in his tracks as he found his wife's panties hanging off the top rail of the staircase.

The sexual noise grew more animalistic in nature as he neared the master bedroom. Despite his heart begging him to turn back, he walked up to the door, only to meet with the debacle that was his bedroom. He wanted to roar in anger, but ended up whimpering pathetically when his eyes landed on the source of his heartbreak — the couple mating on his marital bed. Or rather, what was left of it as the mattress looked deflated and the bed-frame was in ruins. His wedding portrait somehow managed to stay hanging on the wall, though it was marred with a large crack running diagonally across the glass.

His wife was riding her lover, her long, brown hair drenched with sweat, her seraphic ass wobbling each time she landed on his lap. The man responsible for destroying his marriage was using a hand to pull her spanked-red butt cheeks apart, painting a sordid picture of how completely he had stretched her out with that gargantuan shaft he could see thrusting in and out of her. He threw a hand over chest, just above his aching heart, watching as she began grinding her childbearing hips with increasing hunger.

Time stood still again as the man brought his free hand around and then angled it perfectly between Gabriella's parted buttocks. He would never be able to forget what came next, as the fiend proceeded to spear his wife's anus with two fingers, earning a harrowing screech from her as she began shaking like a trauma victim whilst gushing from the depths of her vagina.

The room went still for a moment, but he was foolish to think that it was all over. In seconds, the man began jackhammering into his wife's cunt whilst drilling her butthole with his fingers. There was no telling how long this man railed on his wife for because he had long since lost all sense of reality. He was brought back with a booming roar and it came from the brute as he continued fucking his squirting, crying, battered wife with no remorse before finally ejaculating inside her.

He defeatedly stepped away from the door as his successfully bred wife collapsed on top of the man she was cheating on him with. He still couldn't identify who it was from this angle. There was no life left in his cried-out eyes as he limped his way down the hall — he didn't have the courage to confront them. He nearly made it to the staircase when he froze and then collapsed to his knees. Once again he was being subjected to the sounds of his wife caroling to the heavens. There was no doubt in his mind that she being forced into yet another round of sex by her lover, who was clearly still totally erect.

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This pandemic has been tough on all of us, but it's been hellish over here. It wasn't so much that work was keeping me hostage as it was the loss of a loved one. I haven't had any motivation to write because of that. Not a lot has changed since then, but I've decided to use some of my free time to get back into writing.

Totally Spies won the poll I had hosted in my last one-shot, hence the upload for this crossover. Rather than focusing just on the lemon like I usually do, I wanted to delve a little deeper into character development, which is why I decided to go with a two-shot instead of the usual one-shot. Apologies if the writing is sloppy — I'm not a hundred percent yet.

"Snakes and Genjutsu" has almost 330 reviews now, which is absolutely insane for a one-shot. Thank you for that, and thank you to everyone for their ongoing support. I've received well over a hundred private messages during my absence. I've tried responding to as many people as I could, but there are far too many messages that I have yet to sift through. Just know that I deeply appreciate your guys' concern.

I also want to thank those of you who have been providing me with constructive criticism. One such criticism was that I was starting to recycle scenes in my one-shots. You're right — I am at fault there. Perhaps I was at that point where I hit a brick wall with sex scenes. Perhaps I was becoming bored with them. Perhaps I was lazy — I don't know, to be honest. This time around, I'm making the conscious decision to make sure that there will be no blatant recycling from here on out.

That's about it for me, so I'll see you all in the next and final chapter of this crossover. Please let me know your thoughts with a review. Thanks!