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*

2. Chapter 2

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A ray of gold knifed through the curtainless window and directly onto her eyelids. It opened her, like how sunshine opens a flower, its petals spreading open to greet the day. She moaned, squirming as she arose from her slumber, shooing away the brilliant hue clouding her sensitive, sleepy, emerald eyes. It took a moment, but her lips curled ever-so slightly, finding that she was laying on top of the man who had stolen her from her significant other. The sun through its rays was heating up the room; however, his warmth was akin to a quintessential Christmas morning, where she would be in her jammies, covered to the neck in a blanket.

His big, strong arms were coiled around the small of her back, his hands cradling the symmetrical spheres of her bottom. Her arms were coiled around his neck, her face buried in the crook of his neck. She inhaled and blew out slowly, cherishing the sensation of his face buried in the forest of her luscious brown tresses. It was then her face screwed up as a wave of discomfort rippled through her, originating from between her legs — the reason being the fifteen inch cock buried to the hilt inside her.

Forget about a round of sex, or maybe two if her husband was horny enough. Naruto had fucked her from yesterday evening until six in the morning today. Obviously, there were breaks in between, but for the most part he rearranging her insides. In fact, the amount of orgasms she's had in the past eleven hours far exceeded the total number of orgasms she's had with Adam since they first got together.

Squinting her eyes, she honed in on the alarm clock to find that it was 10:08 AM, meaning she only got around four hours of sleep. Despite this, she felt more energized than she ever had in her life. She then shuddered as he smooched the creamy skin of her neck. Her heart was racing as she turned her head back to meet his gorgeous cerulean blue orbs. "Mmm...good morning, lover."

"Good morning," whispered Naruto hoarsely, mesmerized by the radiant afterglow on her face. "How's my girl doing?"

She treasured the fact he called her his girl, especially since she was twice his age. Just like a girl in love, she leaned in and kissed the boy she was fawning over. It was a timeless kiss, gentle yet passionate, slow yet firm. She slowly uncoiled her arms from his neck, and then raised her hands before cupping the sides of his face, the pads of her dainty fingers affectionately caressing his whisker marks. She moaned into his mouth, feeling his hands massaging her buttocks.

Parting slowly, the idyllic MILF inhaled just enough oxygen before going back for seconds, pressing her tongue to the seam of his lips. He was more than welcoming to her request, opening his mouth so her tongue could delve inside his oral caverns. She kissed him a little more hungrily now, her senses overwhelmed in the intermingling of their billowing breaths. Her hips slowly started grinding by their own, having been seduced by the ungodly huge cock crammed all the way up her cooch.

"Mmm…" murmured Gabriella as she pulled away, a trail of thick saliva connecting their lips. "I'm a lot better now. How are you?"

"I've never been better," replied Naruto genuinely, purloining a chaste kiss from her. "Now, how about we take a shower?"

Samantha's mother nodded, still caressing her lover's face. "Yes, that sounds heavenly."

With his hold on her butt, he sat up, taking her up with him. She squeaked, but mainly because his colossal cock bumped deeper into her cervix. As soon as his feet hit the ground, she threw her legs around his waist, securing herself. He then began walking out of the bedroom, her face buried in his chest.

The bathroom was lavish, just as the rest of her home. Inside were the necessities: a toilet, a sink, cabinets. What separated this bathroom than found in most homes was the fact there was a temper-glass cabin built for the shower, a huge bathtub, a cabinet for spare clothes, and an entire dressing area where one could apply makeup. The shower was especially splendor, as there were special levels catered to water pressure and temperature.

"Hot shower mode two," called out Gabriella, speaking directly into the interface outside of the cabin.

Naruto chuckled, having forgotten all about this voice-activated feature. His lover uncoiled her legs from his waist as soon as they stepped inside the cabin. Realizing what she wanted to do, he eased his cock out of her while she lowered her legs until her feet were planted firmly on the ground. The technological advancement was evident from the cabin was already warm and cozy.

He was stunned into silence as she ducked beneath the now-raging showerhead, surrounded in light steam. Hot water started splashing off her shoulders and face, giving her a misty look that accentuated her skin. Water splashed and ricocheted off her full, plump derriere, several drops landing quite a ways away. Her hickey-mark decorated tits bounced and jiggled, her nipples soft and tender from the heat of the water. It was mesmerizing watching her running her hands all over herself, rinsing herself of any fluids she may have had sticking to her from their multiple mating sessions.

"Join me, honey," purred Gabriella, her voice just as sweet as the affectionate nickname she had appointed him last night. "Please wash me."

He gathered his bearings as a grin curled to his lips. Taking a large step forward, he joined her under the stream of water, towering over her as he stood to her side. She responded by leaning over, closing the distance and letting her bountiful tits push against his arm.

"What do I wash first?" asked the shinobi with a smirk. "Your butthole, perhaps?"

"N-Naruto!" cried Gabriella, flushing from head to toe as she playfully swatted his shoulder. She was still abashed with how many times he had fingered and tongue-fucked her anus throughout their rounds of sex. Not even her husband had explored that area. What embarrassed her even more was how much she had enjoyed it.

"I'm kidding," replied Naruto, though he had every intention to toy with her butt in the shower. It was one more part of her for him to love, and he was already in love with it. Soon, he planned to take her anal virginity.

Reaching out for the bottle of body wash, he poured a copious amount on his monster cock and onto the palm of his right hand before setting the bottle back with his left. He then approached his girlfriend, who was presently digging her fingers into her cunt. "Hey, you can't just start the party without me."

"I'm cleaning myself," replied Gabriella as she bashfully turned her body away from him. "You came inside me so many times and there was so much of it. It's all sticky inside right now."

Naruto couldn't help but cachinnate at the adorable MILF. That much was true, though — he must've ejaculated gallons of jism inside her. There was no way he would ever wear a condom, and he never had with any of his previous lovers. But that was thanks to a fuinjutsu seal he came up with to render his seed sterile. All he needed to do to reverse this was deactivate the seal. She had talked to him about it, telling him that she wasn't on the pill or anything, so that there was a strong possibility that he might've gotten her pregnant. He simply told her that she didn't have to be concerned about it for now.

Approaching his girlfriend from behind, he placed his hands on her buttocks and then pried open her succulent cheeks. She tensed for a moment before relaxing as he wedged himself within the confines of her rear valley. With the water running down on them, he began driving his soapy cock back and forth, all while bringing his arms around her. Uncupping his right hand, he smeared the body wash all over her tits. Mushy, pink bubbles soon appeared over the globes as the water splashed over them.

"Mmm…" mewled Gabriella, gently fingering herself. This process was a bit banal, but it felt extremely hot doing it now, especially since her boyfriend began massaging her tits. Reaching down for the secondary showerhead, which was movable, she brought it between her legs and began spraying water directly into her to ensure that she's thorough in her cleanup.

Once his girlfriend was done, Naruto turned her around and brought his hands to her shoulder blades and began kneading them. Her muscles were tense since he had her in a myriad of positions, but at last she was getting a chance to relax. He slowly worked his way down her shoulders until he was caressing the middle of her back. She, in return, leaned forward, causing his monster cock to mash against her tummy. She went on to return the favor by kneading his well-defined back.

"I know you're really sore, but I want your pussy again, Gabriella," whispered the jinchūriki, nibbling on his shuddering lover's earlobe. "Don't worry, I'm not going to fuck you. I just want to eat you out."

She gnawed on her bottom lip, flushing as she nodded at him. "Okay."

With another show of his immense upper body strength, Naruto brazenly grabbed Samantha's mother by her waist, lifted her up, spun her body counterclockwise until she was hanging upside down.

"G-God!" squealed Gabriella, kicking her feet wildly into the back of the cabin. Her illustriously long, brown hair was now dangling beautifully, touching the floor of the shower cabin, drenched from the cascading water. Her sanguine face illustrated her embarrassment of being drawn into such a lewd position, but she slowly eased into it as he wrapped his arms around her waist, locking her in place. The tremors running through her matronly thighs also ceased to exist as the steamy water smashing down on her helped calm her down. This was the first time she was gathered in a sixty-nine, but this a standing variant of it.

Blood was rushing to her head from being upside-down, making her feel a tad faint. This was coupled with the blood rushing to her clitoris, which was yawning open as her mate took her labia lips into his mouth, then popped them out, only to suck on them some more. Unlike her spouse, her boyfriend was exceptionally talented at sex. A cunnilingual pundit, he sawed his tongue up and down her engorged pussy before gradually delving deep inside her, probing the sacred tunnel leading to her womb. Her eyes, which had been closed this entire time, snapped open as she cried out in pleasure. It was then she saw the throbbing, lonely monster cock that had been staring at her this entire time.

She shakily brought her hands around the middle of his shaft while she drew her face forward, extending her long, wet tongue to his massive cockhead. It was nice and fat, and there were so many areas which required her attention. She kept slobbering until strands of her spit and saliva dangled from both his cockhead and her own chin while thick beads of precum came bubbling out from his urethra. The water pressure increased as the drops hailed harder on her head, though it only egged her on as she latched onto the cockhead with her mouth and began swallowing it whole.

"Mmm…" moaned Gabriella, inhaling his immense anatomy, feeling it pulsing with life in her oral cavity. Gathering the lower half of his shaft in a double-handed grip, she began feeding more of his cock into her mouth. There were still a solid handful of inches left for her to take, but even with all her practice since yesterday, she wasn't successful in any of her attempts of deepthroating him. But that didn't matter as she began sucking him in earnest, while hot water continued splashing down on them.

She knew that she couldn't last long, however, as his tongue was waging war on her pussy, commanding an army of pleasure warriors. With a metaphorical battle cry, it charged and began licking, slobbering, kissing, fast, slow, with pressure, stepping off it — just about everything under the sun to send her over the edge. She began screaming, though her cries were muffled as his cock was well in her throat. Before she knew it, waves of pleasure slammed through her entire body as she gushed from the depths of her vagina, which had long since surrendered the battle.

Naruto's cerulean blue orbs scintillated with delight as he drank every drop of Samantha's mother's juices.

It was the breakfast of champions.

xXx

"It's showtime," said Stella, gathering her handbag in her hand as the limousine came to a stop. "Let's go, Melissa."

Carmen nodded as she put away her phone. Today they were paying the strip-club another visit. A wavy blue wig and a different application of makeup ensured that she looked nothing like Heather — her alias of yesterday. Her friend was donning a black wig and her makeup slightly darker than what she had applied yesterday. It did seem a little excessive in theory. However, unlike most first-timers, who probably went unnoticed, they were definitely noticed by club staff since they had booked that private lounge. Since the game-plan was more in-depth recon, there was no room for errors.

"Did Jessica text you with her current location?" asked Alexandra's mother as she stepped out of the limo. "Is she and Namikaze still in the main hall?"

Jessica was Gabriella's new alias.

Naruto was the only one in the group who kept his old alias. This was a case where double-standards existed, but it wasn't far-fetched to believe that a guy was visiting a strip-club two days in a row. It would've been a different story for the MILFs if they were going undercover as potential strippers. But since Naruto had Diamond—Vanessa Vanderfleet—in his pocket, it served no purpose for his crushes to dirty their hands.

"They're still there," answered Stella-now Trisha—as they entered the establishment. "By the way, that shipment of cocoa butter will be arriving in the evening."

"Sweet!" chirruped Derek's wife, beaming like a stadium light. Her friend's husband was an acquaintance of the owner of Sensual Skin, one of the most powerful companies in the lotion industry. This new cocoa butter lotion wasn't even going to hit the shelves for another two months.

Somewhat familiar with the floor-plan from yesterday's visit, it took the MILFs no time at all to navigate through the hall. Their teammates were going to be about two halls away from the strip-club's entrance. It was a waiting room of sorts that was tucked away from prying eyes.

Stella was an extremely vigilant woman who was often the first to pick up on the slightest details. It happened in the blink of an eye, but as she caught a glimpse of Gabriella, she managed to spot the woman yanking her hand away from Naruto's. This didn't exactly raise red flags, considering the crush the woman had on the younger man. However, there was a glow on the long-haired—not currently since she was donning a prop-hat with a built-in wig—MILF's face that made her stop dead in her tracks.

'Did they...have sex?' thought Mark's wife, her head spinning from the reality of such a revelation. Because she was connected in Beverly Hills, she was privy to some juicy gossip. Yesterday night was when she heard that Gabriella was allegedly cheating on Adam. She didn't even entertain this gossip because most stories of this nature were ostensible ones. It was then her eyes landed on the woman's right hand.

She wasn't wearing her wedding ring.

Carmen hadn't heard this gossip, but her attention wasn't even on her friend — it was on the hulking blond. He was on her mind ever since that incident in the jacuzzi late afternoon yesterday. It didn't help that her husband had once again left her starving for sex because of his inadequacy in the art. She was broken from her trance as he smiled, having just spotted her. Reminiscing of their time together yesterday was one thing. However, actually being in his presence right now was more overwhelming than any of the psychedelic drugs she had experimented with in college.

On the outside, her face was blank, like the color had been sucked right out of her. Inwardly, however, her heart was leading a mutiny as it was pounding like it was going to crack a rib. The arteries pumping blood to it were hanging by a thread as it rampaged around in her chest, wanting to beat free of its cage. Every single sense was now on high alert. Even the most banal of colors were now lurid to her peripherals. She blinked, finally emerging out from her trance. Never in her entire life had she felt so flustered.

"Girls," greeted Gabriella as she waved over her friends, donning an amethyst purple wig. "Over here."

Stella donned her "secret agent" face as she approached their teammates. It took a moment for Carmen to pull herself together before joining them.

"Okay, so we're going in twos," said Naruto, deciding to cut right to the chase. "One group will search the second floor of the building. The office of a manager is on that floor, and there are several rooms that we have no information about."

Stella nodded along, having already gotten the gist from Jerry Lewis when he conference called them this morning. But then her brows knitted in a frown, having just discerned a discrepancy. "Why one group for the upper floor? I thought both groups would be assigned there."

"Yeah, I thought so as well," added Carmen as she folded her arms against her chest. "Did Jerry change the plan?"

"No," answered Gabriella on her lover's behalf. "We just learned that there's going to be an event in the strip-club. This will obviously attract a crowd, and we need to be on the lookout for anything suspicious."

Stella sighed as she nursed her temples. "All right. I'm going with you, Jessica."

"Yeah, sure," replied the soon-to-be divorced woman, much to the surprise of her friend, who was expecting some sort of protest from her.

Having only just consummated her relationship with Naruto, Gabriella didn't have the heart to separate from him. However, there was a reason why she wanted to let him partner with her fellow MILFs — Carmen in particular. Yesterday evening in the jacuzzi was when he first confessed to harboring feelings for the dark-skinned MILF. He then revisited the matter with her last night while laying in bed with her as they snuggled and cuddled.

The first time they met was shortly after he saved her daughter from getting raped. He told her that it wasn't just attraction. He was too afraid to admit it at the time because he wasn't ready to settle down. However, he knew from their embrace that she had stolen his heart. It didn't take long before his feelings blossomed, but by then he was also besotted with her friends. He revealed to her the pain he was in just being in their presence, which was why he left for Frankfurt with their daughters.

When she asked if he still wished to pursue a relationship with Carmen and Stella, he told her that he would leave it up to her. It nearly made her faint when the weight of this burden registered in her brain. She was going to be determining the fate of her friends' future with the blond, and it broke her heart ruminating about it. However, between Stella's trouble with her cuckold-obsessed husband and Carmen's antics yesterday, she eventually came to the conclusion that she couldn't be selfish, even though she wanted her handsome blond all to herself.

And so she agreed to share him with her two besties.

"Yes!" twittered Carmen as she bounced on the balls of her feet, her huge booty wobbling around in her yoga pants. "I'm with hunky."

"You sure are," replied Naruto with a chuckle. "Do you want us to take the upper floor or the strip-club?"

Stella cleared her throat, preventing her excitable friend from getting a word out. "You two should take the upper floor, in my opinion. I don't trust your partner will be able to concentrate in the strip-club."

Alexandra's mother simply responded with a pouty moue.

Gabriella had no quarrels with this arrangement because she preferred her boyfriend stay the hell away from the strip-club. The last thing she wanted was for a slut like Diamond to whore all over him.

"Okay, so we're in agreement," said Naruto as he stood beside his partner. "The event in the strip-club is said to start within the next fifteen minutes and will last approximately three hours. We will rendezvous here to exchange our findings. We'll then go from there."

Mark's wife bobbed her head. "That sounds like a plan."

And with that, she took off with Gabriella, with the latter looking back at her lover from over her shoulder.

'I love you too,' thought the whiskered adult, having decrypted the silent message she was conveying to him with her beautiful, affectionate eyes. There was a strong possibility of him getting sexual with Carmen, and she was giving him her blessing. She was the epitome of an angel in the flesh.

xXx

"There's nothing here, either."

Carmen sighed as she put down the folder she was holding. "Yeah, same here. Everything's clean."

Skulking upstairs proved to be easier than taking candy from a baby. Most of the rooms they had searched ended up being dead ends because they were completely vacant. However, there was one room that wasn't, and it was the office of Jacob, the manager who only worked nights. Based on what Naruto was able to gather, the man never stepped foot inside the building until 7:00 PM, meaning they were free to snoop around to their heart's content.

"We're overlooking something, but what?" queried the blond, more to himself than his crush. It then dawned on him that he hadn't employed his ninja senses. Using his sensory abilities, he was able to make out the shape of a locker hidden behind the television.

Carmen watched as the blond yanked the mounted television to the side, revealing a metallic locker. "How'd you know that was there?!"

"It's a secret," answered the blond, earning a playful glare from her. "It's all you."

She stepped forward, a smug smirk now curling to her kissable lips. Picking locks was something she used to do as a teenager to mess with other kids. Being a bad girl from an early age helped in that regard. Performing her job proved to be relatively easy as the mechanism on the locker was pretty dated. She chirruped happily when the silver door swung wide open. "Success!"

"Great work," lauded Naruto, now peering into the inside of the locker. There were stacks of hundred dollar bills, a handgun, and a case of cigars. However, the thick green binder was what caught his attention the most as 'confidential' was stamped on it in bright red. Gathering it in his hands, he opened it up, only for his eyes to narrow into crinkled slits as he began perusing the contents of the first document.

Derek's wife was a little confused by her teammate's reaction, so she leaned over to see what the big deal was. "Holy shit. These guys are taking money from drug cartels?!"

"Apparently so," muttered the blond. "I think we've caught our big break. Let's take pictures of these documents and send them to Jerry."

"Right," replied Carmen as she yanked out her cellphone. In a couple of minutes, every single document was scanned by her camera, converted into a single document and then emailed to Jerry Lewis. She announced the message of confirmation to her teammate, who was now returning the television to its former spot so the manager wouldn't suspect a thing.

"I think we're done here," said Naruto as he looked around, satisfied with the little time it took to get the job done. Then again, it was almost for certain that something perfidious was going on as this was a strip-club, after all. Now with Jerry on the job, the authorities would open an investigation and it would result in the closure of this place. However, adducing more than just this piece of evidence was critical, so he was hoping his girlfriend and his other crush—who he also hoped to mate with—would find something concrete as well.

"Wait."

He turned around, espying the emotions littering his partner's face. "What's up?"

"I want to talk…about yesterday…" said Carmen softly, her hands dangling by her sides. Ever since they went upstairs, she was waiting for the perfect moment to address this matter. They were in the middle of searching then, but right now she had the opportunity to do so, and she wasn't about to pass that up.

"Me too," said Naruto as he took a step forward. "Carmen, it should be abundantly clear that I have feelings for you. I wouldn't have played with you in the jacuzzi if that wasn't the case."

She nodded, inwardly replaying every second of that deliciously nasty time they shared together yesterday. "I know."

"Obviously, it doesn't concern me that you're married," continued Naruto, not even bothering to hide his smirk. "I can take care of you better than your husband ever can."

"Oh, I know," purred Derek's wife as she clenched her matronly thighs together. "I felt that cock, Naruto. You're fucking huge. I've never felt anything like it in my life."

He smirked, enjoying how freely the MILF could talk about sex. It was something he adored about her. "But you need to know that I had sex with Gabriella last night."

"...I figured as much," said Carmen, now speaking in a mere whisper. She hadn't heard the rumor that Stella had, but she wasn't oblivious to how Adam's wife had been acting today. Having been friends with her for over two decades, it made sense for her to pick up on changes in the woman's behavior. Furthermore, anyone in the building who saw her bore witness to her staggering like a woman after one hell of a night in the sack.

In theory, she should've been riddled with jealousy. However, she knew full well how deeply Gabriella felt about the younger man. So while she was jealous, she simply didn't have it in her to hold it against her friend. If she knew the woman as well as she did, then she must've…

"So that's why Gabby agreed to go with Stells," added Alexandra's mother, her voice now devoid of emotion. "That was her way of giving you and I a chance to talk."

"Yeah," replied Naruto fondly, thinking back to the beautiful soul that was his girlfriend. "She was really jealous when I told her I have feelings for you, but she has agreed to share. If you want to be with me, that is."

She glanced down at her wedding ring before lifting up her head, her eyes swimming in a sea of emotions. Gabriella was a sister to her, and she loved her, but she was not expecting to hear that the woman had actually agreed to share the blond. What she had expected him to tell her was that he couldn't be with her now that he's with her friend. That's why despite dreading it, she brought up the conversation — if nothing else but to achieve closure.

Her heart raced as she took a step forward, her big butt jiggling, her eyes peering into his. With each step, she drew closer to adultery, but she couldn't help but welcome the sin with open arms. And just like that sin, she welcomed his embrace with open arms. In his arms, she felt better than she had ever felt in her life — like she was complete. Unlike with her significant other, where his flimsy around could barely wrap around her voluptuous frame, this huge, burly young man made even her massive ass seem a couple sizes smaller.

All of a sudden, her daughter's friend slammed his hands on her big, fat ass, taking two greedy handfuls through her yoga pants. She couldn't help but be flabbergasted by the ferocity of his grip and placed her hands on his forearms, not quite pushing him away, but more like bracing herself. The tension and anxiety started to seep out of her ass as he groped her. She was sore, having done a gnarly squat workout this morning, but she was being rendered insensible by how ardently he was working on her glutes.

He exhaled deeply, his eyes scanning the married woman's arched posterior from over her shoulder. He fondled the big butt roughly, reveling in the fact that not even his large hands could hold more than a third of each cheek at a time. Every time he grabbed a handful, more of her huge ass would escape his grip. Raising his hand, he swung it down, landing a solid smack on her rump that rang through the office.

"Urgh!" squealed Carmen into the younger man's shoulder, her cheek now pressed against his left pectoral. "You're being so fucking rough."

"But that's the way you want it, don't you?" replied Naruto, his fingers sinking into the woman's overflowing butt as he manhandled her. "Unlike your husband, I'm more than capable of screwing some sense into this bad girl."

She mewled, shaking her head to deny his claim, despite knowing just how right he was. She loved her spouse, but she was sick to her stomach with the vanilla sex-life she was being subjected to. What she wanted was some hardcore sex. What she wanted was to be taken for all she was worth and to be dominated. What she wanted to have the kind of kinky, hot, steamy sex that would make it impossible for her to walk straight. Despite all her attempts to bring that bad boy out, he remained obsessed with gentle sex, and it didn't help that he had a pathetically-equipped dick.

Almost as though it was privy to her plight, she felt the one-eyed beast that was caged within the younger agent's trousers. Even through their respective layers of clothing, his cock felt hard as a steel pipe, a thick one at that. She had dreamt about this cock last night, but now it was coming true as she grinded against him with her midsection, grazing the shaft through his trousers. Her vagina started to react, but then he spun her around, causing the wavy blue tresses of her wig to sway from side to side.

Naruto stood back, admiring the brown-skinned MILF's hourglass figure. Her ankles and defined calves contrasted wonderfully with her thick, matronly thighs and wide, juicy butt. Just above, her posterior tapered dramatically into a small waist and defined lower back. Crouching down, he began grabbing, lifting, pinching, and exploring her ass through her yoga pants, in love with how spectacular it was. He rose to his feet and brought his arms around her. There wasn't the slightest bit of hesitation in him as he slammed the palms of his hands on her ribcage—just under her armpits—while his hands slid to her tits. With his hold on her ribcage, he used his upper body strength to sweep her off her feet.

"G-God…" whimpered Carmen, her vagina churning from how much more powerful this young man was than her husband. She was a ragdoll, instinctively kicking her feet as he carried her over to the left end of the office, his hands freely hefting her tits, bouncing and flicking her erect nipples. She had never had her body, her ass, her tits, her nipples manipulated in such a way.

Stopping just before a wall, Naruto lowered the married woman to the ground, though his hands remained on her chest, groping her. Finally, he let go, allowing her to take a breather. "Get those yoga pants off and twerk that fat ass."

"You want me to twerk?" asked Carmen, fighting the shiver running down her spine as she smirked over at him. "You think you can handle my ass?"

Naruto chuckled, reaching down as he caressed the outline of his mammoth shaft. "Oh, I think I can handle it just fine."

She chewed on her bottom lip, gawking at how huge he looked through his pants. Nothing stopping her now, she tucked her hands in the hem of her yoga pants and began peeling them down, making sure to go painfully slow. Her mountainous rump came jutting out, jiggling and wobbling as it was set free. She rolled down the pants under the cup of her derriere before moving her hands away from her bottom. Resting her hands against the wall in front of her, she arched her back, causing her majestic bubble butt to stick out, its gloriously round bounciness hanging off her rolled down yoga pants.

If she didn't look appetizing enough, her white g-string certainly did as it contrasted exquisitely with her dark skin. The straps from her skimpy undergarment rode along the upper clefts of her ass cheeks, before meeting in an exiguous knot just above her butt crack. There, the tiny little white string descended between her perfectly sculpted globes, disappearing quickly before meeting at the little triangle covering her crotch. Knowing her as well as he did, it didn't surprise him that she was donning such skimpy underwear. She then began twerking, the rippling undulations of her epic booty and the way her butt was dancing almost in contradiction to the rest of her body.

"You know, what?" said the blond, placing his hands on her essentially bare booty as he dropped to his knees, eyes-level to it. "Fuck the twerking. I'm hungry."

"Oh?" queried Carmen as she rocked her ass back and forth, pleased that she was making him crazy. "Wh—aii!"

There wasn't even so much of a warning as he brutally tore apart her g-string and shoved his saliva-coated finger past the rubbery, twitching ring of her sphincter. She was overwhelmed as he didn't give her time to adjust, allowing him to push his finger knuckles-deep into her anus before sawing it in and out of her. There was a moan that escaped her lips, one that came from the depths of her soul as her butthole clenched around his finger, her pussy secreting a fresh batch of nectar. This was nothing like yesterday when he was butt-fucking her with his fingers. Since they weren't in the water right now, the friction was creating a completely different feel for her.

"This ass should be illegal," commented Naruto breathlessly, using his left hand to knead and fondle the married woman's butt-cheeks, all while digging his finger deep into her rectal chute. She started bucking her hips, thrusting her ass into him, her moans burgeoning in volume as he overwhelmed her with his adoration for her butt. Almost in a trance, he yanked his finger out of her and then descended on her wide hips, his lips melting against her dark skin as he began peppering all over it with tender smooches, paying the homage that it deserved.

Right now he wasn't a shinobi, a secret agent, or even a man.

No, he was a humble servant worshipping a deity.

Not a few seconds into this, he splayed her corpulent butt-cheeks asunder and began breathing raggedly, his hot, steamy breath moisturizing her pulsating, twitching rosebud. Her heartbeat started to accelerate and reverberate in her ears, only for him to seal his lips against her butthole. She nearly keeled over, but began rocking back and forth on her high heels as he planted long, wet smooches on her anus.

"N-Naruto...oh...so good…" mewled Alexandra's mother, twerking that booty, smothering his face between her buttocks as he lapped at her backdoor entrance. Each swab of his tongue felt like lightning bolts electrifying her butthole, causing it to open and close like it was inhaling gulps of oxygen.

He was indefatigable in his oral service, so much so that her sphincter was now thoroughly relaxed. But then he poked his tongue into her and began whirling it around, licking her tiny walls in concentric circles, all the while slobbering copious amounts of saliva around the outer-rim of her butthole. He then began stroking his tongue in and out, transforming into a shark on a feeding frenzy as he began tongue-fucking her butt. Her eyes rolled back in her skull and bursts of broken, delighted moans erupted from her mouth.

Guilt pierced through her as she descried her wedding ring. However, it was but a mere flesh wound. There would be going back to the banal life she had with Derek. She would still be married to him, but she would be seeing this younger man on the side. The man in question clearly felt the same way as he held onto her fat buttocks, denying her that pathetic attempt to escape. She began rocking her hips, her bra-clad tits jiggling, bouncing around in her shirt as she bucked back into him, allowing his tongue to probe as deep as possible into her ass.

The jinchūriki groaned, his monster cock so adamantine that it hurt. He was caught in a bout of anilingual frenzy, undoubtedly giving the married woman the best rimming of her life. What thrilled him was when her butthole closed around his tongue, stymieing his oral assault. Loving the challenge, he channeled fire chakra through his throat and blew into her anus. It relinquished its feeble attempt of barricading him, so now he was once again vehemently tonguing her.

"I'M CUMMMMINNGG!" screamed Carmen, her toes curling, her fists hammering away at the wall as she gushed from the depths of her vagina. At the same time, her puckered orifice started contracting around his tongue. Nothing in a five meter radius from her pussy was safe. Not the wall, not the floor, not her yoga pants, her feet or even that unplugged laptop charger by the nearby switchboard. Everything got a taste of her squirting cunt.

Naruto disentangled his face from the valley of the housewife's buttocks as soon as her sphincter relaxed around his tongue. There was no point of him donning trousers any longer, and so he slipped out of them and his boxers. "So how can you tell me you aren't a bad girl? Does a good girl cum from getting her ass eaten?"

But those words didn't even register in Carmen's mind because she was riding the high of her orgasm. Her legs were shaking, so much so that she would've collapsed to the ground had it not been for her daughter's friend's hold on her booty. She blinked out of her pleasure-induced trance as she slowly returned to the realm of the living. Not a single round of sex had made her cum so hard, yet her daughter's friend did so with just anilingus.

"God, if you can make me cum like th…" began Alexandra's mother, only to trail off as she turned her head to look over her shoulder. "Oh...f-fuck…"

The whiskered jinchūriki was standing right behind her, a feral grin painted on his face, his monster cock pointing menacingly at her large, shapely rear. She wanted to comment on it, but even a tease like her could only handle so much. She absently dipped her hand between her legs, the back of her wedding ring nesting against her snatch as though doing so would've stopped him. Despite her pupils dilating, she couldn't stop staring at it, watching as its massive head yawned open to ooze out a thick batch of precum. There was no more doubt in her mind that this cock was one that superseded pride, dignity and marital vows.

His hands cradling her butt cheeks, he spread them wide and nestled his monster cock between them. Spitting down onto his cock, he used his saliva and the precum oozing from his urethra to slide to and fro, teasing her. The creamy white skin of his cock looked spectacular all snug between two enormous dark brown butt cheeks. "With an ass as fat as yours, it would be a shame if I got all up in that pussy first. No, I think I'm going to lay claim your asshole."

"O-oh, God," whimpered Carmen, her entire body starting to shake as the blond slid the head of his erection against the puckered folds of her anus. "I can't believe you would destroy my butt like this. What would my husband say?"

The whiskered ninja chuckled at the woman's quip, especially since the fear of his size was evident on her face. To ensure the safety of her asshole, he unsealed the anal lubricant he had sealed in his wrist — a nifty trick. Wasting little time, he poured it between her buttocks, drenching his cock and her ass with the mango-scented gel. To ensure that her anal chute was lubricated, he backed out of her butt-crack and crammed two oily fingers deep into her sphincter.

"Urgh!" squealed Carmen, her asshole stretching from the girth of his fingers. It took a couple of seconds, but the lube helped her clingy anal muscles adapt to the presence of his fingers. She exhaled a shuddery breath as he began masturbating her butthole, gently but determinedly, no doubt loosening her up for the eventual sodomy.

He soon picked up the pace, sawing his fingers in and out of her, twirling them around and going deeper and faster at each pass. All of a sudden, he yanked his fingers out of her, earning a mewl from her. He silently sank his hands into her hips, spreading open her butt cheeks as he aligned himself with the little dark star of her butthole. His mushroom head looked indecently huge pressed against her oily sphincter, so much so that for the briefest of moments he doubted he could fit his monster cock inside her cute, miniature asshole.

With just the contact of that fat cockhead touching the outer-rim of her butthole, every nerve in her body and brain was electrified. She was vibrating with anticipation, fear, and excitement as she pressed deeply into the wall with her balled up fists, her high heels planted firmly on the floor. It was naughty of her, but she couldn't help but unclench her right fist slightly to look at her wedding ring while bracing herself for the adulterous sodomy. It was then her lover leaned in and drew his lips over to her panting mouth.

"Mmm…" mewled Carmen as she locked lips with her daughter's friend for the first time. It wasn't the soft, gentle, tender kiss that she would've preferred curled up in a blanket. No, it was hard and bruising, as if he hadn't kissed a woman for a long time.

She began kissing him back, hungrily, sloppily, her pussy going nuclear when the aftertaste of her asshole started carrying through his mouth to hers. Almost in agreement, her butt began throbbing, her outer-rim vibrating around his massive cockhead. The kiss soon evolved, but she was overpowered by his tongue, which plunged into her gaping maw like some writhing sea serpent. Her eyes screwed shut, her face contorting as he reached some unreachable area in her throat, his tongue wiggling, pulsating, and making thorough sweeps of her mouth.

While she was preoccupied with making out with him, he was secretly squashing his cock against her asshole, pressing it until the head bulged out against her orifice. She wasn't permitted time to react as her sphincter submissively relaxed and surrendered to his persistent pressure, allowing his knob to push through and slide into her ass. She quickly withdrew from his face, but was too late as her rosebud blossomed out and dilated around his bloated tip, the elastic rim of her orifice slipping over and clinging to his shaft, sucking him into her anus and welcoming him inside.

"Oh, that ass feels so good," purred Kurama's host, avidly watching the distended dark ring of the married woman's butt-ring snapping tautly on his embedded cockhead like an insatiable little mouth. With his hands grabbing hard onto her buttocks, he stood still, savoring the incredible suctions that her orifice was treating him to as it adjusted to his overstretching presence.

Alexandra's mother screamed at the top of her lungs, tears pooling in her hazel orbs as she shook her forehead against the wall in front of her. He had applied a copious amount of lube, his precum was oozing all over her anal walls, not to mention his split moistening her outer-rim. Despite all of this, she was in excruciating pain from the penetration. She wasn't a butt-virgin, but he sure as hell was making her feel like one.

It didn't help that she was aware that his cockhead was thicker than her wrist, meaning he was essentially fisting her butthole. Thankfully, her sphincter started twitching less in discomfort and more in delight, leaving her to enjoy the naughty sensation of having her forbidden orifice dilated to the limit by a man who wasn't her husband. It took a good minute, but she finally turned her head to give him a dopey, lustful smile, her clingy butthole nursing lewdly on his cock. "You are breaking my ass, you bad boy."

"Then we should call your husband. What do you think he'll say if he hears his wife's getting butt-fucked by another man?" replied Naruto, kneading the woman's plump butt while rocking ever-so gently back and forth, trying to slide more of his cock into her asshole. But he knew to be fastidious, having realized that as deliciously corpulent her ass was on the outside, her butthole was extremely tight and narrow on the inside.

She progressively flushed like a thermometer under an open flame as her arousal shot through the roof. The penetration was so overwhelming that she had forgotten that she was even married. She bit down on her bottom lip, turning her right fist over to stare at her wedding ring. Adrenaline rushed through her, nearly causing her heart to implode as she wiggled her ass, milking the mammoth dick inside her. "Just fuck me...ruin me for Derek!"

There wasn't the slightest hesitation from Naruto as a grin curled to his lips. He wasted no time to stuff her with more cock. However, he didn't take his time to ease it into her. With his experience with MILFs, he was able to get a read on the kind of sex they preferred even before mating with them. Carmen, with her free-spirited, sexual and playful personality, was a butt-slut whose fate was being sealed by her husband.

And it was his job to exhume that butt-slut.

"GODDDDDD!" hollered Carmen, her rectum coursing with ripples as her daughter's friend drove his shaft forward, conquering her tightness and coercing her bowels to open up for more. She shifted back slightly on her high heels, her toes curling as drool oozed down the corner of her mouth.

She felt his hands wrap around her neck as he continued stuffing her anus, and all she could do was take it. The dark caverns collapsed around him, but his sheer girth kept stretching her. It honestly didn't even feel like he was in her asshole anymore — it truly felt like he was excavating a new hole to replace what used to be her rectum. Her cries died down until she was gurgling incoherently while nectar freely oozed from her pussy, which was no doubt jealous of her sister. This new surge of pain, her moans, and his animalistic grunt had sent her in a fit of hysterics.

By the time the younger agent's massive balls finally made contact with her weeping pussy, Alexandra's mother was already in delirium. She could barely speak as he crammed all fifteen inches of his cock inside her, opening up not only her ass, but also Pandora's Box. Her asshole convulsed erratically around him, clutching onto every inch of his cock. Almost in sync, her clit swelled with blood and an orgasm hit her so hard and fast that she could only manage to let out a few trembling squeals before her breath was knocked out of her and her screams once again became muted gasps.

"O-oh...I'm cummingg...cummingg…God..." babbled Carmen, her milk chocolate irises flickering like malfunctioning lights, her body shaking like a leaf. Juices splashed against the wall and down onto her rolled down pants, her feet and the floor below. It was asinine of her to assume her previous orgasm was the biggest one she's ever had. This one was so ferocious that every word that slurred out of her mouth was balderdash — like she was having a psychedelic trip.

Thanks to his Uzumaki genes and the bijuu sealed inside him, Naruto never had a problem with going strong for hours on end in bed. However, an orgasm was fast being dragged out of him, courtesy of the housewife's epic booty. It was incredible to feel her butt-ring twitching around the base of his shaft and the warmth of her rectum enveloping him from the head all the way down to the root. If that wasn't enough, the spasms coursing through her anal walls were making her already narrow chute feel impossibly snugger, making the tenacious grip she had on him almost unbearable.

Retracting his hands from her hips, he brought them around her until he was in possession of her chest. He wasted no time and began slamming his cock in and out of her asshole, all while hungrily squeezing and groping her bra-clad and shirt-clad tits. "Take that dick!"

"NAAARRUUUUUTTTO!" caterwauled Carmen, tears streaming down her face, merging with sweat and drool as the young man began exterminating her butt. His assault on her was brutal, much more than she had ever imagined him being with her. Despite this, she was bucking her hips mindlessly, her g-spot overwhelmed by the desperate signals her anal ring was channeling through her core. Neurons bombarded her brain with signals of overwhelming pleasure as wave after wave of agonizing, excruciating ecstasy slammed through her.

The whiskered agent kept smashing the MILF's booty, giving her the kind of animalistic, epic butt-fucking that she truly deserved. If he truly wanted to, he could've channeled chakra to his reproductive organ to prolong his orgasm. However, they were on a mission right now, so he couldn't exactly fuck her for hours on end. Besides, he loved the idea of filling her asshole with his jism. The reproductive juice in question was now bubbling to the surface, causing his colossal cock to swell to almost double in girth. To wrap things up, he really began driving his hips and began unleashing a final sequence of violent slams upon her spectacular bubble butt. "I'M CUMMING!"

Carmen was a shell of her former self with just the first load of impregnating cream as it was jettisoning into a region so deep in her butt that it vibrated with the intensity of a powerful motor. Ropes upon ropes of jism soon followed as her daughter's friend kept flooding her ass, triggering an orgasm of her own. She screamed out, her sluttish cry of pleasure joining his victorious roars as rivulets of her juices drenched his huge testicles and went splashing everywhere. Her orgasm rolled on and on, just as his did, changing her life forever as it gifted her with a new fetish — getting anally creampied.

She rode the high of her orgasm for what felt like ages, mindlessly grinding against him as he finished bathing her ass with semen. It wasn't until his torrential ejaculation petered out to a thin dribble of gooey dollops that she start recovering some sense of herself. "I...don't...my God…"

"That was fucking hot," commented Naruto as he caressed the ripples running through her brown bubble butt, all while stirring his still-erect cock within the buttery sheath of her rectum. "But now it's time for round two."

Carmen was lightheaded, so she didn't really hear the younger man, but then he began sliding his cock out of her abused butthole. He didn't withdraw more than a few inches before pushing back upto the hilt, making her wail in pleasure and discomfort as her ass was extremely sensitive at the moment. Then he retreated again, a little bit more, only to immerse himself right back into her, moving slightly faster at each pass while adding depth, until just his balls were left outside her dilated sphincter and pressed against her drenched labia.

And then he yanked himself out of her completely.

She whimpered, her butthole gaping lewdly from the exodus of his monster cock and the abundance of jism that began oozing out of her. Before she could relish in postsexual bliss, he scooped her up by her sides and turned her around. His right hand fell to her head and it took little to no effort on his part to force her onto her knees. Her eyes were now fixed on his juicy cock, all while semen dribbled out of her ass and nectar sprinkled out of her pussy.

His hand buried in the conquered housewife's wig, Kurama's host loomed over her, his prodigious cock shining under the bright office lights. "Suck."

A tremor rippled through her cunt, having been stunned into silence by his filthy demand. He wanted her to suck him off after having explored her asshole? Her nostrils flared as he took one step forward, nearly smacking her across her reddening face with his inordinate rod. She opened her mouth, about to deliver a quip when he removed his hand from her hair and then took her right hand in his. Time stood still for her as he stopped guiding her hand just inches away from his cock.

What came next truly changed her life forever as he scooped up a glob of jism from his cockhead and then smeared it on her wedding ring. She was shaking, barely able to make out the semen covering her ring as her eyes were glossing over in immeasurable lust. He wasn't just a bad boy — he was an entirely different monster all together. There were no more questions in her mind about whether she was doing the right thing by going behind her husband's back. Like a cougar pouncing on its prey, she lunged at his crotch.

"That's a good girl," purred Naruto as the married woman began kissing along the underside of his cock before kissing just under the tip, again and again and again.

Mrs. Miller was his now.

xXx

"All right, now tell me about your night with Naruto."

Gabriella nearly spat out her energy drink as a cerise hue wormed its way to her features. This was one overpriced bottle she would've never thought to pick up from the gas station on the way here with her boyfriend. However, walking was a daunting task for her this morning because her legs were still jelly. This drink wasn't like those over caffeinated cans of liquid cancer. This one was packed with electrolytes, coconut water and was full of vitamins, not to mention its refreshing properties — or at least that's what was advertised.

Stella hadn't said a word from the time they paid the "premium entrance fee" to enter the strip-club to when they began sashaying their way through it. The event got pushed back due to unforeseen circumstances, so strippers began performing their sets in the meanwhile. Using this time wisely, they began weaving through the crowd with WOOHP-issued glasses that had facial recognition built in. However, no one popped up in the system, so everything was okay — for now. The next phase of their plan was to find an appropriate spot to set up camp, so now they were tucked away by the west-wing, overseeing the assemblage of people.

"H-how'd you know?"

"Really, Gabby?" replied Stella, arching a brow. "It was written all over your face and then there's the fact you aren't wearing your wedding ring."

"Oh, right," whispered Gabriella, glancing down at her ringless finger. She was still adjusting to that as she hadn't taken off her ring in over twenty years. "Okay, I had sex with Naruto last night. We're together now."

Mark's wife opened her mouth to speak, but her friend beat her to it. "And before you ask: yes, Adam knows — I told him. I'm not going to string him along, so I'm filing for divorce."

The blonde—currently black-haired—MILF closed her eyes, those words spinning around in her head like a load of laundry in a dryer. She had already arrived at this conclusion, but it was dismaying to hear that her bestie was throwing everything away for a man half her age. However, she knew it wasn't her place to tell her what to do, especially since her own marriage was being challenged by her husband.

"At least you're doing the right thing by divorcing him," said Stella, thinking back to how Mark wanted her to cuckold him. "I'm not judging you, Gabby. I am not fully in approval of this, but if Naruto makes you happy, I am happy for you."

"Thank you, Stells," chirruped Gabriella as she reached out and grabbed the woman's hand. "And I am happy. Actually, I've never felt happier. He was so wonderful last night. He is so strong and so bi—"

"Okay, I get it," interrupted Clover's mother with an edge to her voice. The last thing she wanted was to be reminded of the terrifying bulge she saw in the blond's trousers. That monster coupled with her husband's confession was why sleep came unbearably hard to her last night. If that wasn't enough, she had noted how her friend had been walking with a noticeable limp in her footing, something she had never done in her life. She didn't even want to think about how thoroughly the man must've fucked her.

"S-sorry!" squeaked Samantha's mother, abashed. "I got a little carried away. It's just that he's nothing like Adam. I know he's a lot younger than us, but he makes me feel so young and gorgeous if that makes sense."

Stella sighed as she shook her head, drowning out the music playing in the background. "I can't say that I can relate, but I do understand where you're coming from. We can talk about this in more detail later, but for now we sh—"

"Ladies and gentlemen!"

Both MILFs straightened up, now in full agent mode.

"Are ya'll ready to have a good time?!" continued the announcer, his stentorian voice overpowering the raucous crowd. "We're going to kick things off with an American classic: a wet t-shirt competition!"

"Oh, God," muttered Gabriella under her breath. "This is going to be a long day."

Stella didn't offer her friend a verbal response because she was drinking in the nostalgic flashing spotlights, clapping, hooting, and cheering. She was now taking a trip down memory lane, recalling the times where she would strut around in a t-shirt that made her huge tits look two sizes bigger. If she was competing, no girl could stand in her way — and that was a fact. She dawdled as she scanned the stage, watching as seven vivacious young women came out, each donning the skimpiest thongs and t-shirts that could fit on their bodies.

Gabriella threw a hand over her mouth, watching as one athletic competitor wiggled her thong bottoms, teasing the guys and judges, while the third lifted up her shirt, flashing everyone with her tits. "I thought this was a wet t-shirt competition. What on earth are these girls doing?"

"Some girls think if they show skin, they have a greater chance at winning the competition," answered Stella absently. "It works, but it also depends where you're competing. College guys want to see girls get naked. Strip-clubs, however, are different because people here can see topless strippers all the time. Here girls can sometimes get away with looking sexy and not needing to undress themselves."

Samantha's mother nodded, deciding to take her friend's word for it. Not once had she accompanied her to these events in college, mainly because it never piqued her interest. There was also never a reason for her to bring up the conversation — until now, that is. "Oh, it's starting."

Upon being introduced, Jennifer kicked things off by stepping into the kiddy pool on stage. The host towered over her, and then splashed a bucket of water over her, drenching her shirt. The girl responded by ripping off the garment and throwing it into the hoard of people. A cacophony of cheers followed as she began dancing around in her wet bottoms, causing the strings of her thong to disappear inside her ass crack.

"Those two are too drunk to even compete," commented Stella, spotting two girls who had just fallen flat on their asses on stage. "God knows how many drunk girls I had to compete with."

Natalia, the next contestant, stepped forward, entrancing the crowd with her tanned body. The water started splashing down on her by the host, turning her white lace panties almost non-existent. She too lost her top after it got wet, but kept her booty shorts on, never once bending over or showboating her ass for the crowd. Following her was Mickaela, who hadn't even bothered to wear a t-shirt, which defeated the purpose of the competition. Still, she was causing quite a stir as she began shaking her tits, all while donning a custom thong with the crotch hanging down, essentially showing everyone her shaved pussy.

"I see what you're talking about now," whispered Gabriella, mentally jotting down the audience's varied reaction. "It's uncomfortable to watch, though."

"...Gabby."

She arched a brow, glancing away from the stage and over to her bestie. The woman was drumming her hands on her handbag, which was telling enough because that was something she only did when she was conflicted. "Stells?"

"I'm going to compete," said Stella, slowly but carefully, though her eyes were locked on the contestants. "But you have to promise me that you won't tell anyone about this."

"W-what?" stuttered Gabriella. "Why would you even want to do this?"

"Mark wants me to become that woman again," said Stella, her breathing labored as she stared down at her wedding ring, unable to meet her friend's gaze. "But I can't cuckold him or even think about it with how I am now — the guilt will kill me. To be honest with you, this performance will be more than just seeing if my marriage has a future or not. I need to do this for myself."

Gabriella blinked owlishly, the response leaving her knocked-for-six. Her blonde sister had stopped partaking in wet t-shirt competitions after getting together with Mark. It didn't happen overnight, but she progressively lost that sexual flair that they were all familiar with. In its place came a more calm, cool and collected Stella Thompson. This wasn't necessarily a problem because people often change after marriage. However, it seemed like that old girl in her was repining for freedom.

She wanted to comment on the fact this would essentially be adultery. That didn't come to pass, however, because she realized how much of a hypocrite she would be by doing so, as she had cheated on Adam yesterday. Furthermore, she couldn't possibly understand what the woman was going through in regards to Mark's problem.

There were several men and a couple of ladies in the audience who were mutual friends of theirs. However, the advantage of being undercover was that Stella could compete without fear of getting caught. The makeup and attire aside, she was donning a fool-proof wig issued by WOOHP. So if this was something the blonde felt like she needed to do, then it was her duty as a friend to support her, no matter her feelings on the matter. "Go, Stells."

That was just the push she needed.

xXx

"I thought there were only seven girls competing."

"Yeah, who invited the old hag?"

"She must be fucking a judge or something."

Clover's mother drowned out the noise, taking no umbrage at the infuriated girls' remarks as she walked past them with her head held high. After all, she knew from experience that trash-talking was a part of the game. Getting the backstage staff to let her compete was simple. One look at her huge melons, and he was a goner. There was a knot in her stomach as she stepped through the parted curtains leading to the stage.

'You can do this,' thought Mark's wife as the cons for doing this came flooding in, as if her body chemistry just sent them a blanket invitation. She felt that panic creeping up on her, just as it did all those years ago. What she did next would determine whether it would grow or fade. She glanced down at her wedding ring for a moment and then resumed walking, now with a purpose as she reminded herself just why she was taking this drastic step.

"Now there's a pair of winning tits!"

"Look at those puppies!"

It wasn't even the refulgent spotlights casting multi-colored rays down on her that snapped her back to reality. It was the comments and cheers of the audience members, all of whom immediately became enamored with her. Standing here in skimpy clothing took her back to long since forgotten times as the dormant exhibitionist in her resurfaced. Her exhibitionist streak never extended to her getting naked on stage. However, it was the thrill of entrancing men with her voluptuous body that really empowered her.

Having changed into competition attire—which was available on the racks backstage—she was now donning a white, low-cut t-shirt. On a regular woman, this shirt's neck would've plunged down to below their hips, and would've been wide enough to allow their entire body through. On her, however, it just showed an incredible amount of smooth cleavage, fitting around her massive chest like a glove, allowing their natural fullness to show without any distortion. Below she was also donning dark maroon booty shorts, which helped accentuate the babymaker her childbearing hips were supporting.

"All right!" cried the host, holding up a bucket of water. "Let's hear it for our surprise contestant: Trisha!"

Her heart was in her stomach as she saw Bob, her neighbor, a guy who has been leering at her ever since she moved into Beverly Hills. Then there was Susan, who was scowling as she stared at her, clearly angered by how well-endowed she was. The leers and goading sent shivers down her spine, just as it did back then. Stepping into the pool, she closed her eyes, readying herself for the show she was about to put on. In no time flat, water hailed down on her, drenching her shirt, making her gigantic bra-clad tits conspicuous to hundreds of sinful eyes. Her nipples hardened into chalks of ice, trying to poke a hole through her undergarment.

On the sidelines, the smiles quickly faded from the faces of her fellow competitors, realizing that they may have just lost. There was pandemonium in the club now, and to respond like she used to, she would've lifted up her shirt and flashed her tits encased in her bra. She would've followed that by ripping her shirt off entirely and letting the men greedily ogle her tits. But unlike all of those times, she didn't take off her shirt.

She didn't shake her ass.

She didn't blow kisses to the guys.

And she didn't stick around.

This time around, there was far too much on her mind, and so she began walking off stage. Five minutes later, she was rejoining her friend by her side of the club. In her hands was the drenched t-shirt and booty shorts she had on while competing.

"You were great out there," said Gabriella genuinely. "But I have to admit that I was surprised you didn't take off your shirt. You would've won if you did. Everyone was confused as to why you left."

Big tits jiggled as Stella respired deeply. She idly glanced over at the stage where Jennifer was being presented the first place prize. "I couldn't go through with it — the guilt was getting to me."

"Oh, I see," replied Samantha's mother as she bobbed her head. "Yeah, that makes sense. But did this help you?"

"I was hoping it wouldn't," answered the blonde housewife. "I was hoping the guilt would've kept me from even allowing that guy to pour water on me. Unfortunately, it reminded me that the girl I tried to bury more than two decades ago is still alive and well."

There wasn't anything Gabriella felt she could say to her friend that would make her feel better, so she simply grabbed and squeezed her hand. At the very least, she could give her silent support. A part of her wanted to inform her that her boyfriend had feelings for her as well. However, it made no sense for her to do so since Stella was barely keeping it together at the moment.

There was no more loud music playing in the club as runner ups were now being presented their prizes. That was when she felt her cellphone vibrate and chirp a merry tone from the outer pocket of her handbag. Normally, she wouldn't have entertained it since she was on a mission. However, she had a special ringtone and message notification tone assigned for her boyfriend, which would inform her instantly that he's trying to reach her. Picking it up, she brought the selfie camera to her eyes and unlocked it via optical recognition.

We need to talk about Carmen.

I just had sex with her.

She put her phone back down and despite being jolted with heartache and jealousy, he was fulfilling his promise of always being candid with her. It helped that she already gave him her blessing, not to mention the fact she could feel the sexual tension when her friend was staring at the blond. That didn't mean she was okay with the mental images her brain decided to toss at her, almost like it was telling her just how bad of an idea this was. Shaking her head, she shooed away her thoughts — she had a job to do, after all.

xXx

"Sam!" cried Clover, banging away on her friend's bedroom door. "Open up!"

A groan was heard through the door before it opened. Long, orange, messy tresses swayed as a young woman stood by the doorstep, her emerald eyes painting a picture of how knackered she was. "God, Clover. Do you want to wake the whole building up?"

"Now, now," replied Stella's daughter, raising her hands in surrender. Samantha was just as patient as her mother. However, no one wanted to anger her, for it wouldn't end well for the other party. "You left your phone on the kitchen counter last night after we came back to the apartment. Your dad's been calling all morning, so I thought I'd let you know."

Hearing that yanked Samantha out of her lassitude. She accepted the phone as it was offered to her. "Thanks, Clove. I'll call him now."

The blonde-haired girl nodded, then turned around, her big, juicy, braless tits—which she had inherited from her mother—jiggling and bouncing inside her skimpy top. "Just remember to get ready soon. We're going to that gym with all the hot guys."

She replied by rolling her eyes and shutting the door behind her. Now that they were adults and were studying abroad for the summer, her friends were making good use of their freedom by sexually liberating themselves. It was a normal routine for Clover and Alex to have guys over. She, on the other hand, was the only one who hadn't lost her virginity. She was clinging on that fleeting hope that one day her blond hero would return her feelings. She couldn't wait for him to come back to Europe.

*Ring!*

The loud chirping of her cellphone snapped her out of her blond-filled daydream. She stared down to see her father's name flashing on screen. This must be something serious if he's been continuously calling her. There was a pit in her stomach as she accepted the call and put the phone to her ear.

"Sam?"

She immediately sensed the forlorn tone in her father's voice. "Hi, daddy."

"Oh, thank goodness," he spelled his breath in a whose. "I've been trying to reach you all day."

"I'm sorry, my phone wasn't with me," replied Samantha softly. "But tell me: what's wrong?"

"It's...your mother, Sam," came his tremulous reply. "She and I are getting divorced."

Her brain stuttered for a moment as every part of her went on pause while her thoughts caught up. She was now white as chalk, her eyes and mouth frozen wide open in an expression of stunned silence. The phone she had pressed against her ear was now lying motionless on her bedsheet as her arm fell limp as soon as those words registered with her. The alarmed voice on the other end pierced through the grills of her phone speakers, but she stared directly in front of her, addled.

Tears trickled down her cheeks as the weight of those words fell on her shoulders. She began shaking, her heart breaking from the fact her beloved parents were breaking up. It took a moment, but she reached down to pick up the phone and held it against her ear, sobbing and sniffling. "...what happened, daddy? Why are you two getting divorced?"

"Gabby…" Adam paused for a second, his heart clenching as he said his wife's nickname — a nickname that brought him only joy, but now only pain. "She's in love with another man."

It would've been easy for him to add that his wife had cheated on him, and that he had caught her in the act. It mattered not that she had informed him of her affair prior to him arriving home. However, hearing how broken his daughter sounded on the other line, he realized that his plan to get back at his adulterous wife by telling Sam about this was a horrible one. The anger had gotten the best of him, but he didn't have the heart—which was barely functioning as is—to unload that additional dirt he had on Gabriella.

"Mom...why…" mumbled Samantha, still crying a nasty cry. "Daddy, who is he? Who took mom from us?"

"Naruto," replied Adam in a monotone-like voice. "Your mother's with Naruto now."

He knew it was execrable for him to throw that name out there, especially since his daughter worshipped the ground the man walked on. She didn't talk to him about boys, because he felt queasy just thinking about her having sex. However, she kept him updated on what she was doing and how much she was enjoying Europe. But now that his wife was fooling around with the blond, it made no sense for Sam to waste her life pining over the man — she needed to move on with her life.

"Honey, I kno—"

She ended the call, her eyes blank as she placed a hand over her heart, which was starting to crumble into itty-bitty pieces. 'N-Na...Naruto...why…'

xXx

"I'm fine, Naruto."

"You say that, but we both know it's not true," replied Naruto, his whisker marks curling downward. "Carmen and Gabriella are worried about you."

Stella snorted as she clapped her hands on her hips, her arms crooked like sugar bowl handles. "I'm surprised that they are, considering you've been fucking them nonstop for the past two days."

The shinobi sighed as he ran a hand through his hair. Two days have passed since they had revisited the strip-club. Not much was uncovered aside from what he and Carmen found, but shortly after regrouping, Stella took off, stating that she needed to head back home. He knew something was wrong, but Gabriella stopped him from going after her. He didn't like it, but he trusted his lover's judgment to let the blonde to sort through whatever it was that was causing her so much pain. Then again, he also had pressing matters to tend to, such as screwing his two girlfriends.

Carmen was an absolute slut in bed and he loved her for it. She wasn't afraid to try new things and he was more than happy to entertain her fantasies. Yesterday afternoon he was a high school student and she was a MILF teacher who had a preposition to make for some extra credit. What she truly loved, though, was the prospect of fucking in close proximity to her oblivious husband. Unfortunately, Derek was away on a business trip.

Gabriella was open to new things, but she was still the demure, bubby, adorable MILF that he knew and loved. Sex with her was amazing as they would usually end up snuggling, cuddling and talking for hours afterwards. There was a lot they had to do, though, such as packing up her stuff so that they could move into their new house. She had saved up a bit of money over the years, and so had he through his spy network contracts. It wouldn't be as luxurious as the house she was living in now, but it would be theirs.

So far, the likelihood of him having a threesome with them was zilch. Such a thing was far beyond Gabriella's realm of "dos and maybes". Sharing him was still awkward for her, especially since she was privy to the fact he was having all this wild sex with her harem sister. Carmen, on the other hand, was giddy with the prospect of tag-teaming him with one of her best friends. Be that as it may, he knew for a fact that sharing him was also taxing on her, especially at times when she would catch him being all romantic with Gabriella. It wasn't perfect, but they were slowly easing into this new life.

"Well, you aren't wrong about that," said Naruto with a nonchalant shrug. "I'm able to take care of my women, unlike your husband."

She spun her head, her lips pursed like she'd been chewing a lemon rind. "Don't insult Mark!"

"I'm not," replied Naruto stolidly. "I'm merely stating the facts. I've known for a very long time that Mark is an extremely submissive man. I wasn't in the least bit surprised when I heard he wants you to cuckold him."

"Who told you that?!" roared the housewife, fires of fury smoldering in her crinkled slits as she raked him with icy contempt. "Was it Gabriella?"

"Don't get angry at her," fired back the jinchūriki, leveling a glare of his own. "She's desperate to help you, and that's why she told me."

Their intense staring contest lasted roughly twenty, long, excruciating seconds, and then the fortress she had entrapped herself in started to crumble, revealing a doleful expression. Every waking second since returning from that mission has been hell on earth for her. Mark was sinking further into cuckoldry and she had yet to come to terms with her feelings on the matter. She saw the hulking blond stepping towards her, but she didn't have the strength in her to stop him as he reached for her face and began wiping away the liquid of anguish trickling from her eyes.

"Talk to me, Stella," said Naruto softly, moving his hands to the sides of his face, caressing her cheeks. "What do you fear about this arrangement?"

"I…" began Clover's mother, only to trail off as her mouth went dry. She tried to speak, but words simply died down her throat. It was then she felt his large hand encasing her own, after which he began leading her from by the door and into the living room. In a matter of seconds, he was sitting with her on the sofa.

There was something about that moment when he placed his arm on the back of the sofa, his hand just barely reaching her shoulder. He wasn't actually touching her tits, but he was awfully close to doing so. She instinctively inched over to the side, now safely away from him. She was still not talking, so he took a more drastic approach. With a swift grabbing of her sides, he spun her over before setting her down on his lap, and her mountainous tits mashed against his chest.

"Hey! What are you doing?!" cried Stella, only for the blond to wrap his arms around her back, securing her in place. She struggled against his hold until eventually succumbing to it, her emotional turmoil getting the best of her. Her breathing was labored as she slowly rested her head in the crook of his neck, her nostrils absently taking a whiff of his strong, masculine scent.

"Talk to me," whispered Naruto, savoring the sensation of her humongous, covered-up tits resting against him, covering his chest like a very heavy, very full blanket.

The blonde MILF chewed on her bottom lip as this wasn't a cordial hug between friends. This was more of a dangerous embrace, one which she hasn't been a part of with another man since marrying her husband. But she needed to talk to someone about this — it was too much for her now. "When I first found out about Mark's cuckold fantasies, I felt inadequate as a wife, like I had failed him. When I confronted him about it, I felt even worse, realizing that his true attraction for me came in the form of me showing off..."

"Those shows where you were exposed to an audience," commented Naruto as the woman stopped speaking. "I remember you telling me that after our first visit to the strip-club. I take it that's how the two of you met?"

Her shoulders slowly sagged in relief when it dawned on her through this response that Gabriella hadn't vouchsafed her deepest secret to the blond. It was also a relief that he wasn't privy to what she had done in the strip-club two days ago. It was something she hadn't even told Carmen about. That was something she would have to reveal in the future — if that ever came to pass, that is.

"Yes," answered Stella, still unsure she was even divulging her secrets to this young man and not talking to her friends. "Anyway, Mark's been putting me as the head of the family for quite some time now, and that's mainly because of his submissive streak. He's struggled for months with this whole cuckold fantasy, but he says he can't fight it any longer."

Naruto waited for the woman to relax before opening his mouth. "Stella, I've cuckolded my fair share of husbands."

She reared her head back while still on his lap, staring at him with cow eyes. "W-what?!"

"It's true," replied the shinobi, having expected that reaction. "That's why I said I knew Mark was meant to be one. He just has that submissive aura that makes me want to exert my authority over him."

Hearing that showed her the kind of woman she was. Her husband didn't need to confess his submissive nature because she was aware of it. Perhaps not outwardly, but subconsciously she always knew this. Dominating him in bed was like ecstasy to her, but that was just because it empowered her. Now this impudent man wanted to stomp all over Mark and beat obedience into him. She should've carried out her devoted wifely duties by calling him out on mouthing off about the bearded man. However, the only response it got out of her was a shudder as her vagina churned out of intrigue.

She thought back to his antics with Carmen. The dark-skinned MILF was a certified tease, but not once had she cheated on Derek. Despite this, she allowed the young man to finger her under the water. But with Gabriella's confession to add to it, she felt secure concluding that his well-endowment was the true culprit. But now it all made sense to her. If he was truly fornicating with married women, then he's learned to hone in on their weaknesses and exploit them. It was then the tool she was thinking of pulsed beneath her, throbbing between her bottom, causing the saliva to dry up in her mouth. He wasn't even erect, yet he was far bigger than her significant other. That bulge clearly wasn't fabricated — this was all him.

"But that's not all, is it?" continued Naruto, the decibel level of his voice taking a slight dip as it grew deeper. "You've been fighting this, but not entirely because you don't want to cuckold your husband. No, you've been fighting because you do want to cuckold him."

This instantly made her forget all about his cock, though she remained glued to his lap. "That's absurd! I do not want to cuckold my husband. What makes you even think th—"

"It's because that's who you truly are," interrupted Naruto, shutting the MILF up with his tone of finality. "Mark didn't just up and make you the head of the household. No, you've always worn the pants in your relationship. You've always had to take control and make the decisions. However, you're tired of this burden and want a man to take care of you for once. You want to be pleasured and you know he's incapable of providing that to you. That's what's really killing you: the fact that you do want to cuckold Mark."

Because of her naturally keen personality, she was too proud to confess to her spouse that she was exhausted from carrying what was meant to be his marital duties. But she endured burden upon burden because she loved him and because sacrifice was necessary in a marriage. Be that as it may, every instance of this parred her sexual energy until she was a husk of her former self. That was part of the reason why she partook in that wet t-shirt competition — to feel sexy again. She didn't want to admit it, but the idea of cuckolding him started to make sense to her over the past few days. That's what was really eating her up inside.

She felt the chill in her blood, coldness bringing the synapses of her brain to a standstill. Words have power, and his words were rocking her mind, leaving it moving in foreign ways. He was tearing down the walls she had built so high and deep. "H-how?"

Naruto chuckled. "I told you, didn't I? I've cuckolded my fair share of husbands. I know the story all too well."

She slowly gathered her bearings, only to ride the ocean wave of desire she saw in his cerulean blue eyes. There was never a time when she felt outwardly attracted to him. Okay, that was a lie; she did occasionally picture him here and there in an indecent setting. However, what had always resonated with the domineering woman in her was his gait, his determination, and his aura of confidence — like there was no stopping him.

"Your husband isn't man enough to handle you and he needs to be cucked, " added Naruto, now in a darker, more lustful tone. "But if there's anyone who is to become your bull, it's going to be me."

Without giving her a chance to respond, he reached for the hem of her long-sleeve sweater and began hiking it up her body. She reacted then, of course, but despite her verbal and physical attempts to stop him, he was able to successfully rid her of the garment, only to find she wasn't wearing a shirt underneath. So now he was speechless as vast expanses of creamy breast flesh bulged out in all directions from under the woefully inadequate bikini top she had on. It stretched around the fronts of her enormous tits, and the weight it was trying to hold back was so heavy that the cups were digging into her skin ever so slightly. Her huge, fleshy tits were oozing around the edges of the tiny garment, from above the cups and around the sides.

The only thing holding the bra on were the two thin straps digging into her shoulders, and the thin little piece of material stretching across her cleavage to hold the two cups together, like a crumbling bridge over a canyon. So essentially, her entire cleavage, from the top to the bottom of her mighty breasts, was now there for him to stare at, with only a flimsy-looking string connecting the two triangles of cloth as her big nipples made noticeable dents in the fabric.

"God, you are so fucking perfect," whispered the jinchūriki as he brought his hands over to her chest, but so slowly that it was almost in a trance-like manner.

"Naruto, wait!" exclaimed Stella as she folded her arms against her chest in a haste. "We can't. I can't do this."

With his hands, he easily rectified the problem. "You already have, Stella."

The fire in the younger man's eyes matched the fire of his touch as it ignited the deepest confines of Clover's mother's soul. Time stood still for her as he swooped down and captured a healthy amount of her ginormous tits with his left and right hands respectively. There was no room for her to adjust as he followed that by burying his face between the valley of her breasts.

It never even occurred to her that she could just hop off his lap. However, that was because he was really groping her now, mashing her tits together with his hands, pulling them out as far as they could go. Fireworks went off in her head as he manipulated her melons to such an extent that her tongue dangled out of her mouth, her breathing labored, her eyes glossing over. But whatever he did, her breasts sprang back to their astonishing shape on release, only to balloon out against his head, which was shifting deep into her cleavage as he was licking and kissing her skin.

It proved almost impossible doing so, because of the pleasure she was in, but she was able to remove his head from her heaving breasts. Unfortunately, the string of her bikini, which ended down at the endless slope of her breast wasn't where it should be. Whether from his movements or hers, but the fabric of her top had shifted, revealing her gigantic left nipple.

"Mark can't handle this," whispered Naruto, entranced by the rosy pink nipple that was begging to be touched, played with, pleasured, and promising endless delights in return. "I bet he has a tiny dick. No wonder why he wants you to look elsewhere for sex."

Once again he was talking trash about her significant other, reminding her of his desire to exert authority over the man. Obviously, he was right about Mark's paltry penis, but it was her duty as a wife to admonish this young man. That was easier said than done, however, as his gaze was dipped to her décolletage, his hand wrapped around the huge uncovered nub that was her nipple. She shuddered as he began tracing his finger around the side of her huge areola, and then pulling the bikini up to reveal her nipple completely. She tried, but failed to contain her moan as he drew his fingertips across her tit, just barely grazing her nipple. She could feel the bumps on her areola growing more pronounced.

The muscular shinobi was having the time of his life as he placed his hand on the tip of the married woman's nipple, squeezing lightly, tweaking it. "Your husband is a cuck, Stella. Admit it."

"Urgh!" gritted out Stella, struggling to refrain from the urge to buck and wobble on his lap. Unfortunately, a pressure started building from deep within her and was fast evolving into an orgasm. Her vagina's betrayal aside, she was gobsmacked by this as never in her life had she cum without sexual intercourse. Could it be that this newfound excitement had to do with his comments about Mark? Or was it simply because of his proficiency at sex?

Back in college, she was lively, animated, confident, and oozed with sexuality. He hadn't had the pleasure of seeing that side of her, but he heard all about it from Gabriella. There were a couple of things that weren't disclosed to him, but he got the gist. Shortly after marrying her husband she was forced to barricade herself in the persona of a tough-as-nails woman. But like a butterfly, the caged woman buried beneath the surface was slowly starting to emerge. It would take a little more coaxing on his part, but he would make sure she gets there — that was his onus as her bull.

Putting his hands on either side of her areola, he caressed her pretty much bare breast and then sealed his lips on the tip of her big, puffy nipple. It barely fit into his mouth, just as he'd expected, but he began sucking it like Clover had when she was a baby. Actually, he was probably a lot more hungrier than the girl was back then.

"O-oh my fucking God!" cried Mark's wife, her entire body shaking as her daughter's friend toyed with her right tit while sucking on its nipple. Lost in a sea of pleasure, she began grinding her hips against his growing bulge while pussy began weeping through her panties.

It was then his left hand slipped underneath her bikini, which was still stubbornly hanging on to her nipple on that side. That hand now grabbing and squeezing the immense flesh of her newly-bare tit, he kept masticating her other nipple. He was far more versed than her husband in breast worship, as despite exhibiting roughness with her, he was making her go crazy.

She unconsciously reached for his head and began digging her hair, her wedding ring smoothly weaving through his golden spikes. Panic began like a cluster of spark plugs in her abdomen when she was reminded by the sparkling diamond that she was married. The guilt was overwhelmingly painful, but despite the tears pooling in her eyes, she found herself unable to retract her hand. That's because the pleasure had consumed her whole and she could no longer fend off the impending waves.

"I'M CUMMMMINNGG!" bellowed Stella louder than she ever had in her life as she threw her head back, gushing from the depths of her vagina. She continued screaming as her panties flooded with nectar. Within mere seconds, her juices were spilling out of her undergarment and soiling her entire lower half as she was still donning yoga pants.

Naruto was assiduous in his worship of the married woman's tits, so he wasn't surprised that she was climaxing through breast play alone. It made him grin as her wetness started seeping out of her pants and onto the crotch of his trousers. He victoriously chewed, having orally beaten her nipple into submission yet again. His left hand was also still hard at work, and was abusing her left, sweaty tit. Finally, with a few last judders of her body, the motion stopped, and only then did he release the nipple from his mouth. Sucking in a huge breath of air, he leaned against her enormous boob for a moment before pulling away and casting a smile at her.

Carnal pleasure stole into her mind like a deranged thief, taking what was salient to her, adding new dangerous ideas, seeding a new personality and muddling up the rest. Sweat dribbled down the sides of her face, merging together with dribbles of tears rolling down her cheeks. She was breathing heavily as she gradually opened her eyes, only to find the man who had brought her to near insanity with just the homage he had paid her chest.

He stared at her, mentally communicating something to her which her overloaded brain failed to compute. Her heart pounded hard into her thoroughly explored chest as he leaned in, intent on kissing her. There was that hesitation still, but her body soon went into autopilot as she began closing the distance. And then the sound of the garage door resounded vociferously through the living room. With a raucous cry, she threw herself off his lap like she had just gotten rammed by a truck.

"Go upstairs and change," said Naruto firmly to the now-hyperventilating MILF. "I'll take care of Mark. He won't suspect a thing."

She nodded, her mountainous tits swinging up and down as she made a beeline for the staircase.

xXx

"Hello, Adam."

His hangover receded almost instantly due to a rapid infusion of adrenaline. He sputtered as he took an involuntary step back, having been hurled back by the hurricane that was his former wife. She now stood on the doorstep of his hotel suite. Dried streaks of tears marred her face, which was evidence enough that this wouldn't end well for him. She was scary when she was angry, but right now she wasn't just livid. No, right now her illustriously long hair was whipping violently about her face, barely allowing him to see her face. That wasn't true in reality, or it could've been — he didn't know as he was having conniptions. "Listen, Gabr—"

"No, you listen," interrupted Gabriella, not even needing to raise her voice because the calmness was far more destructive. "I am sorry that I cheated on you. I'm sorry that I broke your heart. I am sorry about everything, but as I mentioned in my message to you: I don't regret my decision of listening to my heart."

There would be no mollifying her, not when she was this incensed. This was even more humiliating for him as sundry hotel guests stepped out of their rooms and were now in the hallway, witnessing his ex-wife unload on him. They were all now privy to the fact she had an affair, and that he ran away.

"You showed up while Naruto and I were having sex, left a note admitting that you caught us, even though I told you not to come home that night," she paused here, taking note of the clenching of the man's fist. "You said you were going to stay at a hotel for two weeks and give us that time to pack. You mentioned you didn't want to talk right now, and I was fine with that because I wanted you to heal at your own pace."

Of course he wanted to stay the hell away from his house. Forget him needing time to deal with the fact his wife was a skank. Those two broke the fucking bed! Even if it was intact, there was no way he would ever be able to sleep on it again. That's why he intended on giving her two weeks to pack her shit and get out. Once he got the clear, he would have a professional cleanup crew scrub every inch of that room and hire someone to throw out the bed. Only then would he consider returning home — it was dead to him right now.

She exhaled deeply, now leveling a glare at him. "You want to insult me? Fine. You want to spread rumors about me? Fine. But what is not fine is you calling our daughter to inform her that not only are we getting divorced, but that I'm together with Naruto now. Are you out of your mind?!"

The past four days have been the greatest days of her life. From her crush returning from Europe, to coupling with him, to having so much sex with him, she's been cherishing every waking second of it. Today, as he decided to pay Stella a visit, she laid in bed with an absolutely sore pussy. She dozed off not too long after that, only to be awakened by a phone call.

It's been two hours since Samantha called her, Over the phone the girl sounded so broken that it made her start crying. She sat there, rooted in place as she listened to her polite daughter unloading on her, breaking her heart from tuning into the hatred that was laced in her voice. It was a bitter truth that she had stolen the man her daughter was in love with. However, the blond simply wasn't attracted to the orangette, as he couldn't see her for the picturesque woman she was because of his penchant for older women. By the end of the conversation, her daughter wasn't willing to entertain her apology, no matter how heartfelt it was.

Her boyfriend was with Stella, so she decided not to inform him of the phone call for now. Had she done so, he would've dropped everything and rushed over to her. She couldn't let that happen, especially since her friend needed to have a talk with him. The decision was then made for her to pay her husband a visit. Being a WOOHP member, she had certain luxuries available to her, such as finding out the whereabouts of practically anyone on the planet, including those who were trying to stay out of the radar. Therefore, uncovering the name of the hotel Adam was staying at and his suite number proved to be a relatively simple task.

"Gabby, I kn—"

"I am not done," interrupted Gabriella yet again, narrowing her tempestuous eyes at him. "Samantha is in Europe and is supposed to be having fun with her friends while living abroad. She's also in the middle of her semester. By telling her about this, you have almost ensured that she may fall behind on her studies and potentially fail her exams."

The color drained from Adam's already pale face, not having thought of that. He was slightly buzzed when he called his daughter to clue her in on everything that's transpired. It was only in the height of the conversation that he realized it was ludicrous of him to have unloaded all of this on her over the phone. But he didn't really rectify that as he was too busy getting drunk.

"I've tried talking to her, but she won't listen to me," continued the brown-haired MILF, her heart creaking from just saying this. "That's why I'm here, Adam: to ask you to talk to her. I know you don't owe me any favors, but this is for our daughter. Please, call her. And when she's ready, tell her to call me. I know she hates me right now, but please tell her that I love her."

She leaned in and softly pecked him on the cheek. "Our sex-life was listless, and despite our differences, you were a good husband. I am sorry for hurting you, but I've never loved a man like I love Naruto. Goodbye."

By the time the despondent man's throat made a gurgling noise, the mother of his child had already turned around. And so he watched with a heavy heart as she sauntered down the hotel hallway and away from his life for good. The divorce papers were already signed and filed, but this was the true moment when he realized that their marriage really was over.

xXx

Clover's mother sighed as her husband took her left hand in his and placed it on his shoulder. Just like the dance they shared on their wedding day, he curled his right arm around her waist as he pulled her closer. They slowly rocked with the music while finishing up their wine. Glasses now set on the counter nearby, they were free to dance without any restraints.

Getting through dinner proved to be a nightmare, not that she expected it to be easy. It was laborious mustering the will to show her face to her significant other after he sprang home early tonight. She thought about faking a headache to avoid him for a little while because of how guilty she was feeling. However, she knew doing so would've led to Naruto coming upstairs to pick up where he had left off. She couldn't do that, not after he had essentially turned her into a puddle of goo with his touch. And so she threw on a modest black dress and made her way out the door.

After dinner came the bottle of wine, which Stella didn't hesitate to indulge in. With the day she's had, she deserved to be a little tipsy. But then Mark started explaining how he met this fantastic local band during his lunch break. Because marketing and distribution was his line of work, he offered the band free consultation and told them that he'd do his best to give them the push they needed. Representing unsigned bands didn't always pay out in the end, but those that did brought him an absurd amount of money.

Musical notes disseminated across the living room again, like the waves filling holes in beach sand. But in this song, the female vocalist started off strong, her mellifluous voice carrying with it haunting lyrics that swam through everyone's cerebral cortex like a wakeful dream. Flowing with her were strumming guitars, a piano and even what sounded like harp, though it could've also been a violin.

Stella closed her eyes, immersing herself in the music. "Who's the singer?"

"Melody," whispered Mark, his voice enraptured. "The name certainly suits her, if I do say so myself. Do you see now why I was so excited to share her band's music? They're amazing, and I think they've got what it takes to take the world by storm."

All the while, Naruto sat back on the sofa, watching the couple dance to the music. It was easy coming up with an excuse when Mark stepped into the living room to find the sofa, carpet and floor marred with Stella's juices. Then again, anything was believable when said with the utmost confidence. Setting down his wine glass, he stood up and began walking over to the swaying duo. "Hey, how about I dance with your wife now, Mark?"

"Uh, I think I've ha—"

"...okay," commented Mark, not having heard his wife's response because the blond wasn't really asking him — he was telling him to step aside. Being a submissive, he was easy to intimidate when confronted by a bigger, stronger man, and their houseguest was as big as they came. Now he was standing away from his wife, waiting for the younger man to replace him.

Stella was breathing raggedly as her daughter's friend took another step towards her. She did not want to dance with him, but it was an inextricable situation. What terrified her about this dance was the idea of him making her revisit what she felt when he was playing with her tits. She still couldn't get the memory of that torrential orgasm out of her mind — he had really shaken her with it. The living room spotlights soon grew darker, at least to her, prompting her to lift her head to find that the blond was looming over her.

The dance commenced with him clasping his hands on her sides while she coiled hers around his neck. Butterflies fluttered around in her tummy when he pulled her even closer. Her cheek landed on his chest, which was solid and bulging with muscle, and despite her reservations, she couldn't deny how amazing it felt as it was poles apart from her husband's flabby chest. It was embarrassing, but being practically glued to him, she also found herself taking multiple whiffs of his aphrodisiac-like, masculine scent.

Then they began swaying, just as the music sank into a romantic piano—her favorite instrument—solo. As he moved with her, one of his hands grazing up her back, her stomach had seemed to swoop and dip as her body was becoming awash with new and strange sensations. Instinctively, not knowing what she was doing, she moved her hips slightly to rest some of her weight against his leg, but doing so pushed her crotch against his strong, thick thigh.

Her clitoris started to erect and slowly protruded from its sheath, horrifying her by how much her body was being affected by being in his presence. She timorously sank her head into his chest and unconsciously began massaging his chest with her massive tits. She could no longer pay attention to the tune as he danced with her in her living room.

'Hmm…' thought Mark as he took another sip of his wine. Perhaps he was seeing what his depraved brain wanted him to, but he couldn't help but notice a bizarre chemistry between his wife and the younger man.

From the moment they began dancing until now, not a word was spoken between them. Then again, words weren't necessary when a pair of hearts were communicating. Staring deep into the MILF's eyes, Naruto lowered his right hand to her waist, just inches away from her luscious ass. His left hand slid up, his palm clasping just below her armpit while his thumb gently caressed the outline of her heaving tits through her dress.

She bit her lips, biting back a moan as he fondled her in front of her husband, but doing it so discreetly that it couldn't have been deemed as inappropriate. If she were to move his thumb from her tit, it could raise suspicion from her husband, which she couldn't afford right now. And so she allowed him to massage her breast with his thumb, all while letting him feel up her ass. She idly turned her head to find her husband gazing at her, his nostrils flared, slack-mouthed, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. The guilt finally caught up to her as she was forced to avert her gaze, only for her dance partner to tilt her chin, forcing her to face him instead.

His gaze was intense, almost predatory in confidence. The battle didn't last long as her eyelids closed for a moment before fluttering wide open, her heart hammering hard into her chest. Their eyes now completely locked, he slowly began to trail his hand down her neck, feeling the quickening pulse of her blood coursing through her body. Now he was no longer just yielding a fluttering sensation in her stomach. Now he was yielding an inexplicable heat between her legs.

The spell was broken when she felt his ungodly large manhood rub against her midsection. She gasped but silently, her eyes darting wide as a redness swept across her face, having been put in this situation twice now. Her mind became a foster home of anxiety, knowing that her husband was sitting not too far away while another man's manifold bigger cock was rubbing against her. It was a deeply troubling revelation, but sadly she couldn't deny that it was equally exciting.

"...something's happening," muttered Mark under his breath, his tiny dick stirring in his pants. It didn't seem like it at first, but his wife and the blond were now moving like they've known each other for years.

For the next five minutes, he watched them slide and glide, losing themselves to the music. There was regret on his wife's face every time she would look over at him. It would never last long because Naruto would direct her attention back to him. But each time, the regret seemed to diminish bit by bit. But then the music started to fade, informing him that the CD had run out of tracks to play. At long last, they separated, but then he watched the blond pull his wife back into his arms.

"N-Naruto…"

Mark immediately got out of the sofa, having never heard his wife sound so meek. He walked over to the duo to find that their guest was cupping his wife's face in his hands, and she was barely able to meet his gaze. "Uh...Stells…"

"I'm going to kiss your wife now, Mark," said Naruto, meeting the stunned man's eyes. He didn't wait for the acknowledgement as he turned his head to find his dance partner breathing heavily, her cheeks suffused with color.

"Mmph!" came Stella's muffled moan as her daughter's friend crashed his lips against hers. Fireworks went off in her head as he took in the flesh of her lower lip, taking his sweet time savoring the saucy taste of her flesh and the inside of her mouth. It was electric, intense, and yet...it was so perfect.

In that moment, she forgot all about her husband as her brain was trying to, but failing to comprehend the magnitude of this adulterous union. She coiled her arms around his neck, her ginormous tits ballooning out against his chest, her hardened nipples fondly nuzzling him. Coupled with him dragging his open palms up her arms, teasing every nerve-ending along the way, she didn't even think as she opened her lips to allow him to have his way with her tongue. Then the already passionate kiss heated up further as his tongue hungrily suckled and invaded every corner of the inside her mouth.

What her husband hadn't discerned was that she was on borrowed time from the second the jinchūriki began dancing with her. There was no hope for her when he began breathing down her neck, his lips grazing her neck with slow, soft kisses. She was already seeing stars by that time, but then he moved down to her collarbone, and from there his every touch slowly but surely broke her down until she could no longer object to his advances. So when he began massaging her ass, she responded by adding a little extra sway to her hips, allowing him to feel the ripples running through her plump cheeks.

By the time the dance was over, they began communicating not with their bodies, but with their minds, hearts and souls.

And when it was all said and done, so was she.

"Oh...my...God," groaned Mark, a puddle of wine accumulating beneath his feet as his quivering hand couldn't hold onto the glass any longer. His eyes were wide enough to act as coasters as he watched his wife pushing back against the jinchūriki, blowing him away with her aggression — she was never like that with him.

He was then graced with the sight of her hands flying to the side of the shinobi's face and back to his shoulders quickly as the rest of her body struggled to keep up with the intensity and passion of her mouth, lips, and tongue. Wars were fought, species went extinct, galaxies died and new ones were born, all in the space of this timeless kiss which was now the only thing that mattered in the universe. It was the most intense make out scene he had ever witnessed, and it involved his wife with another man, who just so happened to be their daughter's friend.

After a seemingly endless barrage of all-consuming and powerful kissing, the younger man left his wife's mouth for a tastier feast along her cheek, neck, and ear, like he was hungry and anxious to sample more of her body. He had to take a few steps over, but now he could clearly see the animalistic nature of it too as a glistening trail of saliva coated her entire face as the man moved along devouring her. She looked emotionally invested in the moment as her arms dropped to her sides in submission and she threw her head back inviting more attention.

"G-God," stuttered Mark, a hand now dipped deep in his pants, his fingers coiled around his baby dick. "That's...so hot."

Head resting on his new lover's shoulder, Kurama's host's eyes flashed with a gleam of deviltry as he began feeling the plump goodness of Stella's buttocks swell beneath his strong hands. He lightly bit down on the flesh of her shoulder while confidently kneading and squeezing the gorgeous fleshy mounds on her backside. And then he went back for seconds, kissing her with unbridled passion.

After what felt like an eternity later, she separated from her younger teammate's lips. However, she was so overcome with emotions that it had rendered her motor skills mute. It took nearly a minute, but now she was staring at him, but it was a new, more profound stare. Never in her life had she felt sexier than she felt right now. Even the parts of her that were against this were now admitting this man was truly capable of providing her the kind of pleasure she's been denied for over two decades. It pained her that her husband was standing there like a buffoon, watching her succumb to another man, but she could no longer reject what she had now deemed as destiny.

"Mark," said Naruto to the limp-dick husband, who was looking like a deer in headlights. "Go fetch us a glass of wine."

"Y-yes, right away," stammered Mark as he jolted his hand out of his drenched pants, cowering under the blond's glare. It was emasculating to get browbeaten by a man half his age, especially in front of his wife, and especially since that man had been kissing his wife. Then there was the sexually glowing blonde who was biting her lips, but not saying a word. He was nonplussed by her reaction because he thought for sure she would've come to his rescue.

Stella watched every glimmer of emotion appear and disappear from her obsequious husband's face before he scampered out of the living room. It was sordid of her, but she didn't feel sick to her stomach. He wanted this, and the newly-uncaged woman in her planned to see that through. Slowly but surely, a small, devilish smile curled to her lips. "My husband's a cuck."

"Exactly," said Naruto, elated at hearing her admit it — the transformation was almost complete. "And who am I, Stella?"

She swallowed a lump in her throat, her knees weak from the dark, sinful excitement coursing through her arteries. "You're my bull."

"That's a good girl," replied the burly shinobi, his cerulean blue orbs coruscating. "I'm going to take off, but I want you to pack a week's worth of clothes and then drive over to Gabriella's place. Don't tell Mark where you're going."

The excitement just spiked, so much so that juices were trickling down the sides of her legs. He was obviously planning on fucking her tonight and every night from now on. She groaned as he stole a chaste kiss from her before disappearing out the living room. In just one day, he had turned her entire world upside down. No wonder why her friends were bewitched by him — he was just that good.

"Honey, did Naruto leave?"

The peccant MILF craned her neck as she paid a cursory glance at her spouse, who was holding a glass of wine. There was a pang of guilt, obviously, but it was but a mere speck of dirt compared to what she was feeling for her new lover. Be that as it may, right now the best option for her was to channel the high school drama student in her and masquerade as a guilty wife. "Yeah, he had to take off. I'm sorry for kissing him, by the way. I think the wine was getting to me."

"Oh...I see," replied Mark while gnawing on his bottom lip. "I was...hoping he would stay."

"Mark," said Stella, exhaling deeply as she feigned exasperation. "I am not going to revisit that conversation with you! Naruto and I kissed, but that's it!"

"...okay," murmured the bearded man, his shoulders sagging in defeat. It wasn't fair, in his opinion, that his wife could make out so passionately with a guy, let him manhandle her ass, and then not want to have sex. If he didn't know any better, she was burning with desire for the younger man, but being the stubborn woman that she was, she was repudiating it. He wanted to argue with her, but the look on her face wasn't one to be trifled with.

She did feel pity for her husband, but she just couldn't inform him that she planned on seeing Naruto tonight. Accepting her feelings for the blond was one thing, and so was accepting her fate as a hotwife and her husband's as a cuckold. However, she wanted to become more comfortable with her lover before she finally dropped the bomb on her husband. Ever since she could remember she's been putting his needs above hers, and she deserved to put her needs above his for once. She would think about his situation later, but for now she needed to prepare for the night of her married life.

It was time for Mrs. Thompson to finally have herself some big, fat cock.

xXx

"Mmph...mhm…" came Carmen's muffled moans, taking more dick in her throat than any doctor would recommend. Bent over, enormous dark booty pushing out, she was bobbing her head. All she could see was dick, his massive pole sticking out of her mouth, his fit stomach getting closer to her face. Copious amounts of drool leaked from her mouth, which went dribbling down to his massive cum-filled balls. Finally, desperate for air, she wrestled her mouth out from his cock, though she was panting and smiling with glossy, lust-filled eyes.

She was nearly successful last time, but today her plump, soft lips—the same lips that she kissed her husband with on her wedding day—would finally wrap around the root of her boyfriend's cock. Creamy nectar started dripping from her vagina, creating a puddle beneath her feet as she stared down at her semen-smeared wedding ring. She then felt her lover's hand toying with her hair and turned her attention back to his cock, which was glistening with her saliva and his precum. With a renewed vigor, she lunged back at it, crazily kissing along the undersides before kissing just under the tip, again and again and again.

"That's it...make love to that dick," extolled Naruto, his hand firmly pressed against his brown-skinned MILF's head. It wasn't just her who was having trouble with deepthroating him. Gabriella still wasn't there yet. However, unlike his long-haired lover, Carmen was able to come very close — she just had the last three inches left to take when she got overpowered by his cock. Then again, it made sense considering her abundant hunger for sex.

Currently, the two of them were inside her living room and have been for over thirty minutes now. It was nearly midnight and her husband was fast asleep. So she called her boyfriend over to carry out the depraved fantasy of fucking in close proximity to Derek. The man's work had kept him out of state, and he just got back this afternoon. The entire time he was gone, she was crashing with her boyfriend at his—or rather, Gabriella's—place. To ensure that her spouse doesn't get suspicious, she made the short drive back to her place and got there long before he even stepped through the door.

The sight of his dark-skinned MILF whoring over his cock was nothing short of heaven. Her big, fat ass pointed upwards, her tits swaying beneath her, her hollowed cheeks, her famished eyes, not to mention how passionately she was attacking his cock with her lips. Unfortunately, he didn't have the luxury of a timeless blowjob at the moment. "Remember, Carmen: we aren't going to have all night."

Hearing that effectively snapped Alexandra's mother out of her trance. Now laser-focused, she placed her hands on the younger man's thighs and shamelessly lowered her head on his cockhead. The sensation of her hair curled around his fingers egging her on, she slammed her head down and her cheeks burned as they expanded around his thick girth in suction. Upstairs, her spouse was sleeping soundly, oblivious to the unholy sound of his wife choking on another man's cock echoing through the living room.

Because the MILFs were sharing him, they had to come to a consensus that they'd have to create a timetable of sorts. Gabriella still wasn't comfortable with a threesome, no matter how many times Carmen bickered with her not to knock it before trying it. Tonight it was Samantha's mother's turn to be with the blond, but she graciously agreed to loan him to her harem-sister. Well, she had to with how the woman was exhorting her, expressing how she was dying to execute her perverted scheme.

Naruto reared his head back, a burning desire pumping through his veins, culminating in the furnace of lust between his muscular thighs. It was then his eardrums picked up on the sound of his vibrating cell phone, which was resting next to him on the sofa. His hand toying with the ardently sucking MILF's hair, he brought his phone over with his free hand. Two messages were in his inbox, first of which was from Gabriella.

Come home soon, honey. I'm lonely without you. Love you!

A smile curled to his lips as he one-hand typed out his response to her. He wouldn't be too long, and it wasn't like he could stay away from her. Swiping back, he checked out the next message and found it was from Stella.

My pussy still hurts, you big brute! Do you mind giving me a massage when you get home? Gabby said it's fine.

He couldn't help but chuckle at his latest girlfriend's message. A couple of days ago, Stella ditched her significant other with the excuse that she can't deal with his cuckold fantasy right now, not after what had transpired in their living room. And so she told him she was going out to collect herself. Mark wanted to stop her, but she had rendered him mute with her stormy expression.

That first night with her was nothing short of amazing. Her pussy was extremely tight, and everyone in Gabriella's neighborhood could hear her screaming as he stretched her to unimaginable levels. Between that and her humongous tits, he was one happy jinchūriki. The morning after was just as spectacular as he started off the day by showing her no clemency as he bent her over and began fucking the shit out of her again. Ever since then she's been staying over as he was still in the process of molding her into an exemplary hotwife. Mark was desperately trying to contact her, but she waited until this afternoon to inform him that she still needs some time apart.

"Mhrgh!" gurgled Carmen, her big tits swinging as she continued inflicting abuse on her throat with her boyfriend's cock. An ocean of juices had accumulated beneath her, having orgasmed from sucking him off like her life depended on it. The scrambled mush that was her brain was raging at her to stop because her lungs were starting to collapse. However, she valiantly fought through the discomfort and tears before smashing her head down, engulfing all fifteen inches of his cock.

The air was pushed out of her lungs while her tear-stained cheeks ballooned out like she was attempting to eat a plate full of food in one bite. She screamed in muffled victory, her eyes bulging as her hands splayed out, fanning in mid air as she relied totally on the movements of her neck and jaw. She dizzily looked up to see the immense pride coursing through the blond's face, in turn causing her heart to swell. Gagging noises soon followed as he began fucking her face, his white balls swinging and smashing against her dark brown chin while her nose kept bashing into his abdomen.

She wanted him to continue using her, but she was genuinely struggling for breath. With a gasp, she forcefully pulled her mouth away as thick bands of drool hung from her lips, connecting her mouth to his cock. She was panting heavily as she wiped her hand over her sweaty face. If she was perturbed by such rough treatment, she didn't show it, mainly due to the huge grin that was curled to her swollen lips. "God, that was so hot. I fucking love you, Naruto."

"I love you too," replied the whiskered shinobi, his own voice slightly hoarse as he was on the edge of an orgasm. "Okay, it's time."

Carmen nearly jolted into a sprint as she yanked her boyfriend off the sofa, but he stopped her before she could begin dragging him upstairs with her. She glanced up at him, perplexed. It was then he brought his right hand between her butt cheeks and sank it well into her valley. She shuddered as his finger circled the outer rim of her anus.

"Relax," whispered Naruto as he eased his finger within the married woman's butthole, easily cramming it knuckles deep. "Don't rush into it. I want you to savor the experience."

The mist lifted from her perverted mind and she nodded, realizing that she was about to waste the opportunity of a lifetime. She didn't get to enjoy his finger for long as he drew it out of her, earning a whine from her rectal chute. Deciding to ease her nerves, she sauntered over to the coffee table and picked up her blunt. She had smoked one before her boyfriend came over, and right now was the perfect time to light another one up. It was a small one too, so it wouldn't take more than a handful of good hits to finish.

She inhaled deep, letting the marijuana course through her before opening her mouth and exhaling the smoke out. "Oh, that's the stuff."

Naruto took the blunt from her afterward, taking a solid hit from it before passing it back to her. Because he was a jinchūriki, drugs and alcohol did nothing for him, but he didn't mind giving his girlfriend company. Besides, marijuana was something that helped her with stress, so it only made sense for her to use it right now.

"I'm ready."

"Good," replied the jinchūriki, satisfied as the MILF put out the blunt in the ashtray. "Now let's do this."

With a nasty smirk, Carmen reached for her mate's hand and began guiding him upstairs. Her breathing was labored and her heart was pounding hard with each step she took up the steps. Her corpulent derriere wobbled as she finally came to a halt outside the bedroom that she shared with her husband. Reaching down for the handle, she turned it ever-so slowly and proceeded to open the door. The inside of the master bedroom was dark and snores coming from the bed informed the intruders that Derek was still fast asleep.

She slowly crept over to the bed, her pussy dripping in anticipation. Even though she was careful, the bed creaked as she put her weight on the mattress. This was of little consequence to her before and while Derek was a heavy sleeper, that one sound could've potentially shot her plan to shit. It also didn't help that her senses were heightened from the weed in her system. Biting her lips, she laid down beside him, hearing his heart thumping in accordance with his slow, shallow breaths. Serenity was plastered across his face as he slept. At peace, his consciousness swirled in the land of dreams, oblivious to the physical world.

Now it was time for the jinchūriki to make his move. Unlike his girlfriend, he wasn't fretting about moving stealthily because doing so came naturally to him as a former shinobi. She was rolled over on her side, her big, fat butt pointing directly at him. Wiggling a little closer to her, he looped an arm underneath and around her, allowing him to palm her tits as he spooned with her. "Here we go."

Her left breast was now in possession of his left arm, which was coiled around her. There was nothing sensual going on there — he was just holding her. It was her right one that was being thoroughly groped, as his right hand was kneading every ounce of stress out of her flesh. His thumb circled her nipple like a predator, and it reacted by activating its hardening properties. He had played with her tits plenty of times since they got together. However, with just a few caresses, he was turning her into a whimpering slut this time around. This obviously had to do with the marijuana doing its job, and with her laying next to her sleeping husband while she was getting toyed with.

Her eyes fluttered as he began kissing the nape of her neck, his right hand finally having left her poor nipple alone. That hand was now embarking on the odyssey starting from the valley of her breasts. Every second of it was torture for her as he was kindling a fire in her loins. She lifted her head slightly when she heard her husband groaning. A couple of seconds later, his breathing pattern was back to normal. Adrenaline was steadily coursing through her as her boyfriend arrived at his destination between her legs.

"Mmm…" mewled Carmen, moving her luscious thigh a little to give the younger man access so he could slip his finger inside her cunt. But instead of doing that, he began massaging her clit, taking her engorged nub in between his forefinger and index finger. She had to bite down on her wrist in order to stop herself from moaning loud enough to awake her husband.

He was angled a little away from her before, so his monster cock was grazing her mid-back. But now that he was glued to her, his cock was sandwiched between the mass of her dark butt cheeks. She wiggled her hips in preparation of grinding against him when he crammed two fingers inside her. She expelled a shuddery breath, as he sensually curled his fingers around to press on the most sensitive parts within her. She writhed around on the sheets, all the while keeping a watchful eye on her husband. It was then she felt the blond's monster cock pressing right up against the quivering folds of her outer labia.

"God, I'm so hot right now," whispered Derek's wife, her sweaty features brighter than the moonlight seeping through the parted curtains. "Fuck me."

Naruto grinned as he slowly drove his cockhead through the gates of her womanhood. "Remember, Carmen: savor it."

"Yesss…" moaned Alexandra's mother into her right hand, which she was using to cover her mouth again. Her boyfriend's cock packed a wallop regardless of which hole it was in. Having him in her butthole was phenomenal, but there was something about him punching her cervix that drove her crazy.

Suddenly, her husband turned around and was now facing her. It was fortunate that she had a hand over her mouth because she was just about to let out a scream of fright. The adrenaline shot her sinful arousal to exponential levels when he didn't open his eyes. It was then the jinchūriki began cramming his cock deeper inside her and drool dribbled down the corners of her mouth. What was fifteen inches in reality now felt like fifteen feet — her pussy never felt so small.

She began grinding her epic booty, milking every square inch as he leisurely thrusted in and out of her. Although she wasn't a fan of slow, gentle sex, this was the first time in her life that she was truly appreciating it. Now it made sense why he wanted her to savor the experience and not start by fucking like rabbits. By taking a breather and really feeling his cock, she was basking in the adultery and not just getting high off it. The expression on her sleeping husband's face did not change as she stared directly at him while the bed started to creak ever-so slightly.

This took taboo to a whole new level of dirty.

xXx

Mark sighed as he sifted through his phone gallery, browsing through photo upon photo of him and his wife. She told him that she needed time to process everything that's happened lately, but it's been seven days since she left the house. Knowing how stubborn she could get, there was nothing he could do other than respect her wish and give her time. At least she was occasionally texting him, so it wasn't like she had jilted him.

*Ring!*

The wind was pushed out of his lungs as he gasped, nearly chucking his phone into the wall out of natural reflex. That ringtone was painfully loud and he was meaning to replace it with something more pleasing to the ear. He shakily brought the device over to his face when his eyes widened.

His wife was calling him.

He wasted no time and accepted the call, his breathing labored. "H-hello...Stella? Is that you?"

"Mmm...hi, Mark," he heard her speak, but in intonations, like she was out of breath. "Happy birthday."

"Thank you," replied the man who had just turned forty-one — it was 12:00 AM on the dot. "But I have to ask: are you alright? What's happening with you? And when are you coming home?"

"I...I'll be back...soon...mmmm…"

He sat up taller on the bed, his brows knitting as he heard her moans. "What's happening, Stells?"

The call suddenly dropped and his heart sank in his chest. He sat there for almost ten minutes, unsure what to make of that succinct conversation he had with his wife. Just what was going on? So lost in his thoughts, he didn't even hear the obnoxious ringtone blaring loudly from his phone. It wasn't until his eyes landed on the flashing of his screen that he snapped out of it.

This time, it was a video call request.

He picked up just as the call was about to drop. But instead of seeing his wife on screen, her dark-skinned friend was the one behind the camera. "Hi, Carmen."

"Hi, Mark!" greeted Alexandra's mother cheerfully. "Happy birthday to you and your goatee!"

The tense muscles in his face relaxed, at least for a moment. It's been a long-time running joke of hers to treat his goatee as a separate entity. "Thank you. I take it you're with Stella since you're calling me from her cell?"

"Yep," replied Carmen, though with a nefarious smile. "Let me take the phone back to her. Gimmie a second, okay?"

He nodded, not bothering with a verbal response. He wasn't sure what it was, but he had a premonition that it wasn't good. The camera slowly panned over to Gabriella, who was curled up on her sofa with a book. Just seeing her made his nostrils flare in anger. His friend Adam didn't lose over fifteen pounds from a crazy new diet — it was a clear case of heartbreak. When he asked him about it, the only response he got was that there was another man involved.

"Hi, Mark," said Gabriella, smiling and waving at him through the camera. "Happy birthday."

"...thank you," replied the man, his reluctance to talk with her axiomatic. He thankfully didn't have to talk to her for long because Carmen spun around and began walking down the hall. Suddenly, loud clapping noises started seeping through the grills of his phone speakers. It obfuscated him, but then feminine screams started accompanying the noise. At long last, the camera landed on a door, and Carmen's hand was seen reaching for the handle.

"Say hi to your wife, birthday boy."

Mark quickly found herself drowning as tidal waves of embarrassment shook the shores of his mind. Jealousy started surfing these waves, only to crash and burn. But this was just the beginning as those tidal waves got swept away by a tsunami of eroticism as unimaginable arousal swallowed him whole.

It was Stella, and she was riding another man's cock.

At first it was onerous discerning who she even was because of how painfully her face was contorted. It also didn't help that she was practically swimming in sweat, as her entire body appeared to be covered in it. But then he came to the realization that this was in fact his beloved wife.

She was presently on a forty-five degree incline, her arms straightened out as her hands were planted on either sides of her and on the bedsheets. Her mountainous tits were swinging up and down, almost at breakneck speeds as she was engaged in a collision of life altering magnitude. His eyes drank in her obscenely stretched pussy clinging perversely to a monstrous cock as it plunged forcefully in and out of her. Big, strong hands soon grabbed hold of his wife's swaying tits and began groping them with such hunger that it made him weak. Beneath the collision of their sexes, a pair of giant testicles slapped erotically against the top of his wife's vagina with every stroke, absurdly concealing and revealing her swollen clit with every thrust.

His tiny dick was going nuclear to know she was cheating on him.

She was really fucking another man!

"God...Stella…"

"She's really taking that dick, isn't she?" chimed in a giggling Carmen. "You lost her since the day Naruto kissed her, you big moron."

His eardrums picked up on her words, but they computed as balderdash. The fog lifted from his scattering brain cells, allowing him to piece together what was relayed to him just now. The man fucking his wife was actually their daughter's friend. The very man who made out with her, groped her in front of him, and bullied him in front of her, was now rearranging her insides. It also dawned on him that she's been lying to him this entire time and was actually machinating against him.

He swallowed a lump in his throat, undergoing a bombardment of emotions. But he couldn't speak, not even when his wife shrieked out her orgasm, gushing so hard that juices started splashing out of her with every thunderous thrust of the younger man's cock. Never in his life had he seen her lose control like that. It was indescribable in its intensity, in its harrowing visual reality.

Stella, through her throes of lust, finally noticed her husband's face as her friend had her phone pointing directly at her. When she called him earlier, she was on speaker phone as she had her enormous tits wrapped around her lover's cock and was sliding them up and down his shaft, all while kissing and licking however much of his cock emerged out of her pillows. Carmen had just walked in on them at the time, so their shared boyfriend cut the call short and came up with the ingenious idea of a video call.

There wasn't even the slightest bit of guilt as she saw her spouse's face screwing up, clearly from jerking off. She couldn't help but giggle at the fact that the man she married, her dear hubby, was losing his mind while watching her through his phone screen. It was the naughtiest possible reality, but this was his dream — she was merely making it come true. As her bull started punching her cervix with his cock, she threw her head back, moaning out between his ruthless thrusts. "Do you...like...urgh...your birthday present, Mark?"

He panted heavily, having just jizzed all over the floor. It took a moment, but he finally found his voice through his trance, now in exigency of some kind of verbal communication with the love of his life. "Y-yes, I...I love it so much, Stella. Are you having fun? Do you like Naruto fucking you?"

"GODDDDD!" shrieked Stella, her wedding ring shining brightly as her right hand joined Naruto's to knead and fondle her own tits. "FUCK! I'm...of course I am, Mark..and..of course I love...I'm...I'M GONNA CUM AGAIN!"

This woman had his wife's face; however, the ravenous and primal MILF engaging in this perverse mating ceremony on screen wasn't the Stella he was married to. This wasn't even the girl he fell in love with — the girl who was proud to show off her giant knockers to strangers. A shock wave rippled through his spine, and goose bumps popped up on his forearms. Seeing her with the younger man struck a familiar chord as all of his lifelong desires, a lifetime of exotic fantasies and sleepless nights, all of the pent up eroticism and immoral aspirations came to a head in one fell swoop.

Naruto was laying on the bed, his legs hiked up as his lover rode him. However, because his back was resting against an inclined backboard (theirs was adjustable), the angle kept his face hidden. He wasn't privy to this, but he felt he was missing out on some cuckold-bull time, so he rocked his body forward. Resting his chin on his moaning lover's shoulder, he finally graced his face to the whimpering man he could see on screen. It was intoxicating for him to take his lover to such sexual heights while her lesser equipped husband watched in envious wonder.

"Hey, hunky," called out Carmen, her non-phone holding hand digging deep into her drenched pussy. "Why don't you pick up the pace, huh? Give the birthday boy a real show."

Mark saw a predatory grin curl to Naruto's lips, and then the blond and his wife became a blur. His jaw unknowingly dropped, amazed at the hedonistic scene playing out on screen. It wasn't just the speed; it was the intensity. She was getting humped roughly like an animal, her giant tits swinging up and down, down and around, side to side, almost as though they were circumnavigating her chest like planets orbiting the sun. Completing the metaphor were hardened tits, which acted as pink stars hovering along her globes of flesh. This brutal fucking was painful to him — he couldn't imagine how she must be feeling. He didn't have to wait long to get the answer, though.

"GOD, GOD, OHH MY FUCCCKKING GODDDD!" bellowed Stella with all her might, saliva shooting out of her gaping mouth as juice gushed down her cunt for the umpteenth time. "YOU'RE SO MUCH FUCKING BIGGER THAN MY HUSBAND, NARUTO! I LOVE YOU SO MUCCCCHH!"

Hearing those emasculating words really did a number on his heart as it clenched in jealousy. Those harrowing shrieks truly weren't exaggerated. His spouse was truly getting screwed like a whore. Not only that, but she was getting fucked so hard that she was avowing her love for the younger man, no doubt for bestowing upon her with the kind of pleasure he was never able to provide her with. However, the sinful arousal coursing through his system still overpowered any jealousy or guilt of forsaking marital vows.

"I'M CUMMING INSIDE YOUR WIFE, MARK!"

He nearly dropped the phone in horror when those words registered in his brain. Now he was watching with a gaping mouth and widened eyes as the younger man's massive balls ascended tight to the underside of his engorged shaft, pulsating as it delivered a payload of jism deep into his wife's fertile pussy. Stella's scream soon followed as her umpteenth orgasm was kindling her in a carnal inferno of ecstasy. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head while she started unconsciously flailing her hands around, almost as though she was spreading her wings and trying to fly. Juices continued squirting out of his wife's absolutely ruined pussy as her lover kept pummeling away at her. It was so ridiculous, in fact, that the phone—which was being held by Carmen who was ten feet away—wasn't safe from being sprayed.

"God, you squirt so fucking hard, Stells," commented Carmen as she scooped up some of the cum that landed on her tits with a finger and proceeded to lick clean. She then reached down to wipe down the phone screen, particularly the glob covering the selfie camera. "Sorry about that, Mark."

But the husband had his eyes closed as he was squirting his own ejaculate uselessly onto the floor. By the time he looked back to the screen, Naruto was still contracting and pulsing, launching rope after rope of cum deep into Stella's womb. The irony of where each man finished was not lost on him, but it was yet another layer of perverted arousal for him. It took another thirty seconds, but then he watched in awe as his wife's lover slowly pulled his cock out of her.

Inch by inch, the sheer length of that gargantuan cock became visible for him to observe and feel emasculated over, especially since it was soaking in his wife's juices. The camera suddenly honed in on her, clearly from Carmen manipulating the phone's zoom feature. Thick, white clumps of cum spewed out of his wife's outer labia like lava. But that was just the beginning as a plethora of jism began rolling out her and sliding down the massive shaft.

"G-God…" muttered Mark under his breath, flabbergasted as the heavy organ finally escaped the comfort of his wife's battered cunt with a perverse plopping sound, exposing a gaping hole that was once her tight vagina. He couldn't believe his eyes even though he was staring for a good minute. All of this, coupled with the passionate kiss that the duo started engaging in, made him realize that her previous words may not have been for show — she may actually be in love with the blond.

"Mmm…" mewled a sexually exhausted Stella as she parted from her lover's mouth. She was now looking dead at her spouse through the phone's camera lens. "Happy birthday, Mark."

"Hey, I did my job, so now I wanna get paid. Come fuck my ass, hunky!" was the last thing he heard before the phone screen went blank. Then, just like the phone, his mind went blank while the emotions disappeared from his sweaty face. He saw all that cum get lunged into his wife, but the reality of that finally sank in — she had just gotten bred by her bull. He collapsed to his knees, a pitifully lustful smile etched across his face as he reached down for his tiny dick and began beating off again.

He was a cuckold at long last.

xXx

His hazel brown eyes sparkled as he laughed as only a baby can laugh — a sweet sound unblemished by the hurts of life. A couple streaks of gold could be seen decorating his spiky black tresses, framing perfectly to his little chubby face. Now that their eyes met, his face glowed from a light within, and his miniature fingers grasped hers, and held tight.

"Oh, you are so cute!" squealed Carmen as she fussed over her darling son. "You're the cutest baby in the whole world, Jiraiya!"

Stella chuckled as she rocked a sweetheart of a girl in her arms. Her tiny arm rested with her swelling chest as long, beautiful gold hair blanketed her body. Not a sound was coming out of her as she was staring up at her mother, her big, ocean blue eyes full of wonder and affection, a seraphic smile curled to her lips. "Kushina, you are so adorable."

A year had come and gone since Naruto became their lovers, and boy was it one hell of a year. Not too long after getting together with them, he dropped the Elemental Nations bomb on them, elucidating to them what he went through in his former life. In order for them to have no secrets between them, it was only fair that he held up his end of the bargain. They were all shocked, sure; but they all appreciated the information dump.

Beverly Hills was also no longer plagued by the strip-club. That one binder of documents was enough for the FBI to open an investigation into the owner of the establishment. A nationwide and international search was conducted, and everyone in the States were horrified when news outlets began reporting sundry counts of prostitution, kidnapping, and money laundering. That wasn't even the worst of it because illicit transactions were also linked to a few mayors and esteemed politicians.

What was even more fulfilling was when Naruto got the MILFs pregnant. Because all three of them were nearly forty, they felt it was crucial for them to start having babies while their biological clocks were still ticking. Obviously, the blond was more than happy to practice making babies with them, though it didn't take him more than the first attempt to get the job done. Every time after that was for the fuck of it, not that they were complaining.

"Stells?"

The blonde MILF craned her head to find her cuckold husband sauntering over to her, a baby girl cradled in his arms. Her brown hair was silkier than the richest of chocolates, and was longer than most babies. Then again, that made sense since the length of her hair was inherited from her mother. This was Mikoto, Gabriella's baby daughter.

Naruto was flabbergasted when his lovers informed him that they wanted him to name the children. He loved them, painfully so, and all he cared about was ensuring that all of their needs were met. But never had he imagined that he'd have such honor bestowed upon him. It was one of the rare times that tears actually welled in his eyes. He was getting a chance to name his kids and it was an opportunity that he dared not waste.

If it was going to be a boy, the baby would be named Jiraiya as this was his way of honoring the memory of his deceased sensei. He didn't have to think of additional male names because the news broke out that the two other kids were going to be girls. Kushina was an obvious choice because she was his mother in his past life. He met her in his mindscape the one time, but that was enough to sate his longtime desire of meeting her. Mikoto was also an easy choice because the black-haired woman used to dote on him when he was a child. She had hinted that she planned to adopt him, but it never came to pass since she got massacred along with the rest of her clan.

"Oh, good," said Stella as she got out of her chair. "Now that you've changed Mikoto's diaper, how about you watch over the kids for a while, Mark? I want to check up on how our girl's doing."

"She's probably not having fun," added Carmen with a chuckle. "I still can't believe this is happening."

Mark nodded, and began walking over to the massive crib resting in the middle of the living room. "I'll watch over them."

"Thank you," commented Stella as she stepped forward and lowered her baby into the crib. "When I get back, I'll be sure to put a good word for you to Naruto. You've been a good boy lately so maybe we might let you watch this time."

The cuck's face exploded in a red hue. Because he hadn't carried out his task properly, his wife's bull decided to punish him with extra chores. He was also forced to sleep in the pool-house, so he hasn't been able to watch his wife have sex with his master since then. "S-sure...thank you, Stells."

Carmen giggled as she stepped away from the crib. Her friend had quite an arrangement with Mark, but what she had done to Derek was nothing short of diabolical. By applying a fuinjutsu seal on him, her lover made him imagine that there may have been a night of passion involved that resulted in pregnancy. He topped that off with another seal that made it so Derek would never be able to see Jiraiya's golden highlights. Furthermore, there were additional seals placed in her home, one such allowing her to have some extremely kinky sex with Naruto without a sound ever escaping the confines of that room. Maybe she may clue her husband in on her adultery later down the road, but for now she was going to continue cheating on him and keeping up the ruse that was the father of her son.

Now the MILFs were making their way upstairs where something truly magical was unfolding.

xXx

"Yesss!" mewled Gabriella as her husband consumed her vagina, his tongue dexterously swimming in her shallowest depths, performing breaststrokes, sidestrokes, butterflies, and even freestyling inside her. "I'm gonna cum again, Naru!"

Because she was the only one who had divorced her husband, she had the distinct luxury of holding hands with and kissing her boyfriend in public. It was shortly after moving into their new home—the home they've been living in since then—that he proposed to her. It wasn't long until their wedding day came along, making her the happiest woman on the planet as she stood on the altar with her handsome blond.

Her harem sisters were jealous, sure; but they weren't exactly planning on divorcing their husbands, and she sure as hell wasn't going to pass up the opportunity to become Mrs. Uzumaki. Should they wish to follow in her footsteps in the future, they were free to do so. The coronavirus had led to the death of millions, thus completely changing the landscape of the planet. It would take a bit of money and a few lawyers, but getting married to multiple partners in this post-pandemic world wasn't exactly difficult to pull off. Several celebrities had done it, so why couldn't they?

"M-mom...mom...it hurts so much!" whimpered Samantha, tears streaming down her face as she towered over her lover's gigantic cock. So foggy were her eyes that it felt like she was standing on a mountain peak and dense clouds were dancing around the massive mushroom head. As outlandish as the metaphor was, she couldn't deny its application here because she had to plant her feet on either sides of his thighs to even initiate the penetration.

She could still vividly hear that stentorian slurping noise over her sobbing as the cockhead struggled to push past the gates of her cunt. Unfortunately, her tiny pussy wasn't able to accommodate even half the diameter of his cockhead. It took her almost five minutes of tender motivation from her mother and a widening of her stance to do it, but soon her labia was spread open as the lips formed an inviting circle, adhering painfully to the flared contours of his cockhead.

"...Samantha," whispered Gabriella while riding her husband's face, his tongue still fluidly coaxing creamy nectar from her pussy. As much as she wanted to bask in the pleasure of another orgasm, her daughter was in excruciating pain and it was triggering her maternal instincts. Releasing the hold he had on her hips, she reached out without breaking their position. She gingerly placed her hands on the girl's face and began wiping away her tears.

Things never were the same after her darling daughter yelled at her over the phone. She thought the girl would eventually calm down and learn to let go. However, she had severely underestimated Samantha's love for Naruto. That became even more abundantly clear when she refused to be a part of her wedding. Hearing that led to her flying to Europe to personally talk to the girl about it. When it was all said and done, she was able to convince her offspring to come to the wedding. She also walked out knowing the girl was going to fly back right after and indefinitely extend her stay in Europe.

Had it been any other man, it wouldn't have taken him more than a second to accept her daughter as an additional lover. But Naruto was no normal man because he had a strict predilection for older women, so much so that he had never mated with a girl who was close to his age. The vast majority of his past lovers were either mothers or married women, and the rare few that weren't either of the above were still older than him. But with the help of her two harem sisters pleading her case, he reluctantly agreed to make this one exception. When he did so shortly after the kids were born, the hysterical girl hopped on a plane and booked it out of Europe.

"I'm...mom...too...big...hurts…" maundered Samantha as vaginal fluid dribbled down the length of her crush's shaft, washing the dried streaks of blood straining it. The inner walls of her no-longer virgin pussy were still split wide open and she was forced to arch her back as pain seared through her mind, body and soul. Alexandra and Clover had both told her that losing their virginities wasn't all that painful as depicted in books. Yeah, fucking right!

Gabriella realized that she could do more by detaching herself from her young spouse's face. So, with a sigh, she raised her hips and proceeded to slide down his chest, much to the ire of her orgasm-denied pussy. Turning her head, she silently conveyed to him that she would be back soon. He silently nodded, in covenant with what she had planned. Scooting just a tad closer, she raised herself higher until she was digging her knees on either sides of his abdomen, allowing her to be intimately close to her progeny.

"Baby," whispered Gabriella, her big, plentiful breasts ballooning against her daughter's own as she wrapped her arms around her mid-back, which was concealed by her flowing orange hair. Their hardened nipples scraped together, kind of like two sticks trying to light a fire. She leaned in and softly planted a kiss on her cheek, her hands weaving through the girl's tresses.

"Grind your hips," continued the MILF. "You can do this. I'm going to help you take all of your daddy's cock inside you."

Despite the agony she was in, Samantha couldn't help but blush at her mother's words. It was true that her hero was now her stepfather since he was married to her mother. However, he was still as old as her, and she never once stopped seeing him as a boyfriend. But her mother stubbornly referred to him as her daddy, telling her that she would always remain her baby girl, and that calling their lover that was sweet. It was embarrassing, and she had always made a big fuss about it. However, she wasn't complaining this time around because of how hot it sounded in this current setting.

Kurama's host didn't mind being Samantha's "daddy". Obviously, there was an erotic factor to it, which was why Carmen often engaged in roleplay with him where he was her father. The fact was that all of the women he's ever mated with have been much older than him, and now all of a sudden he was with a girl his own age. It was still weird for him, which was why accepting the idea when it was brought up to him by Gabriella felt like a natural reflex to him.

With her mother consoling her, she mustered up the courage and began grinding her hips. Somehow, someway, she sank further down, stabbing herself with another inch of cervix-killing cock. Her breathing labored, she placed her head on her mother's shoulder, seeking catharsis in her warmth and her nurturing scent. She then slowly dropped her hips even further, but that ended up being a debacle since she miscalculated the speed of her descent, and was now stabbing herself with two additional inches of his cock. Her cute little butthole clenched as the entire bedroom shook under her screech as pain shot up from her obscenely stretched pussy through her womb, into her stomach, up through her throat. A wave of feminine juices simultaneously gushed from the depths of her weeping cunt, drowning the blond's cock. "YOU'RE BREAKING MY PUSSY, DADDY!"

"Easy, baby," cooed Gabriella, peppering kisses on her daughter's face, their bountiful breasts locked in an embrace, just as their bodies were. "That's my good girl. Keep taking your daddy's cock."

"God, that's so fucking hot."

Naruto smiled as he brought his arms around his two other lovers. Both of them were fully naked, having discarded their clothes shortly after stepping inside the bedroom. He had sensed them enter, but he completely forgot they were even here until Carmen opened her mouth just now. It was impossible for his sensory abilities to malfunction, but he was so enthralled with the mother-daughter duo that his nervous system had shut down.

"No, Carmy," whispered Stella, her ginormous tits sinking against her bull's chest, her eyes locked on the embracing pair. "It's not hot...it's beautiful."

Despite being a notorious tease, Derek's wife couldn't help but agree with her harem sister. The sight before them was more powerful than a sunrise illuminating the blues, igniting the sky with its flames. It was more passionate than the sun spreading its largess into the sky, its rich hues blending with oranges, purples and crimsons. It was even more graceful than the moon, shining through the darkness like it had something brilliant it needed to share with the inhabitants of the planet. A mother's love is beyond the realm of comprehension, and right now they were bearing witness to that love flowing out of Gabriella in spades.

It took almost ten minutes for it to happen, but it felt like an eternity for Samantha as she got her insides rearranged by her hero's gargantuan manhood. Tears continued to trickle and the pain was unimaginable, but she endured every stab with the help of her mother. She slowly craned her head back, her contorted face cringing as the blond's cock was so far up her pussy that it felt like he wasn't just hitting her cervix — he was in her tummy.

"I-I...I did it, mom," croaked Samantha, her quivering lips struggling to curl as she tried to smile. "I did it. I have daddy's cock in me."

Gabriella giggled, pleased that the girl had referred to their lover as a parental figure at long last. Kissing her on the forehead, she pulled away with a radiant smile adorning her features. "That's my girl. Now ride him, honey. Ride your daddy."

With that, she unwrapped her arms from her daughter and crawled off her husband's abdomen. It was now time for her to witness the metamorphosis of her baby girl becoming a woman. Her eyes moistened as the orangette was engulfed in the moonlight piercing through the window, the white hue accentuating her every curve. Her mouth was open, her melodic moans carrying her delight as she began raising and dropping her hips, her luscious tits jiggling and bouncing as she started riding at a sensual pace.

Stella and Carmen were equally stunned by the visual, and for the first time were picturing their respective progeny in a similar boat. Alexandra and Clover were now in their final year at Beverly Hills University. However, neither of them were in committed relationships, and the boys they had dated were simply not good enough in the MILFs' perspective. But now they were starting to think that since their lover had agreed to take Samantha on as a lover, then perhaps he wouldn't object to their daughters following suit.

"Come, Samantha," said Naruto, his monster cock swelling in the warmth of his fourth lover's cunt. It was almost unbearable how tight she was. "Come to daddy."

Samantha didn't hesitate as she stopped bouncing and leaned forward, literally falling for her hero. Her tits now mashed against his chest, she felt her mother's friends toying with her hair as she sank her hands into the pillow behind the blond. Her face was pressed against his, their noses pressed, their lips molding together. She began kissing him with every ounce of passion she could muster. His giant balls started clapping against her rippling butt cheeks as he began hammering into her, making her scream into his mouth.

As he made out with his stepdaughter, the jinchūriki couldn't begin to express how grateful he was for being hurled into this planet. With a renewed vigor, he reached down and grabbed her booty into his hands, kneading and groping it as he commenced with enslaving her to his cock forever. His impending orgasm wasn't going to stop him, and she would stay glued to his cock until sunrise.

He could do it, too.

And do you know why?

Because he was Totally Erect.

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Yes, I know.

Samantha?!

If you're familiar with my work, you know that I'm a MILF enthusiast and that I'm uncomfortable with pairing Naruto with girls his own age. I made one exception with that Naruto x Rias one-shot, and I made one now. If I'm not willing to entertain something, then I'm not going to write it — and that's that. However, I still caved to the requests flowing in via reviews and private messages because this was my first upload in forever and because I wanted to show my appreciation to the fans who bothered to leave feedback for the first chapter.

With a length of well over 28,000 words, I'm quite satisfied with this chapter and the product as a whole. Writing lemons is fine and all, but what thrilled me the most about writing this two-shot was delving deep into the character development for the MILFs. All I ask is that you help make me feel like this effort was worth it by taking the time out to leave a review. Thanks for reading.

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