Housework with Sasuke

Chapter 2

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The Uchiha couple was kissing softly, just brushing their mouths together, plush lips sliding slowly against each other, creating a delicious friction that was both sweet and unbearable at the same time. Sasuke loved and hated it, because it was so pleasurable and full of love that he couldn't stop, but it also stoked his desire again after Sakura had just managed to put it down for a moment. He was sorely tempted to deepen the kiss and ravish her plump lips, but after what she'd put him through, he wasn't willing to cross her again.

Sakura held the reins very firmly, at least for now. Uchiha Sasuke didn't give up so easily on his goals. He was just waiting for a better opportunity to present itself and then he'd definitely get his prize.

When Sakura pulled away, still carding her fingers through his hair in the back, Sasuke relaxed under her tender touch.

"Are you ready for your next task, dear?" she asked, taking away his calm. He shot her a surprised look.

"What task?"

"Oh, it's nothing difficult and you're going to enjoy it." Her nonchalant act intrigued him. "I'll just need your help getting dressed."

Help? Getting dressed? Did that mean...? Sasuke looked at her, clad only in a towel and imagined her dropping it 'accidentally' to the floor and exposing her beautiful silhouette to him. A wave of heat surged inside him. She noticed the speculative gleam in his eyes and smiled widely.

"Come on," she said, putting on her house slippers and leading him out of the steamy bathroom. The change in temperature made Sasuke glad that Sakura allowed him to temporarily wear the towel wrapped around his hips. When his flat nipples pebbled from the draft, a shiver went through him and straight into his waking member.

In the master bedroom, Sakura opened her underwear drawer. She riffled through her collection, humming thoughtfully. Sasuke couldn't help but notice that her towel loosened on her body and he stared at it very hard, willing it to fall down on its own.

"Sasuke-kun?" Sakura turned to him. "Which pair should I wear?" She showed him two items he hadn't seen before—a red string tied up in a triangular shape and black see-through panties. Whichever option she chose, it wouldn't cover anything. Just the mere knowledge that Sakura was prancing around the house in such a provocative underwear would surely drive him crazy in no time. Sasuke gulped.

He was so screwed.

"Darling? What's wrong? You look flushed," Sakura asked with fake worry. The upward curl of her lip betrayed that she was pleased with his reaction.

Sasuke gave a half-hearted glare. "I'm fine," he bit out. "The black. Wear the black one." At least it offered some coverage, even if it was entirely transparent.

Sakura lit up. "Good choice!" she praised him. "Most men would pick a g-string, but this is more subtle, don't you agree?"

Sasuke grunted in affirmative.

His wife put the red g-string back in the drawer and shut it. Then she held out the black panties to him. "Here, take them."

He raised an eyebrow. "Why?"

"Well, I want you to put them on me," she said.

It was like all blood drained from him as it rushed down and accumulated in his groin instantly, making him dizzy for a second. Was she really going to let him see her most intimate place? Sasuke grabbed the panties and gave her a searching look, still doubtful about her intentions.

Sakura smirked. "I'm waiting, Sasuke-kun."

He knelt before her and spread the panties. "Raise your foot," he instructed and when she did so, he slipped her leg through one hole, then they repeated it with her other foot. Sasuke slid the panties up her long, smooth legs, making sure to glide his fingers up her soft skin on both sides. All too soon he reached the edge of her towel and the shadowed area beneath it. He looked up at her.

"Aren't you going to take the towel off?" he murmured huskily.

Sakura bit her lip, affected by his deep timbre, but she shook her head. "Not yet. Just do it under the towel. And no peeking!" she warned in a mischievous tone.

Sasuke bowed slightly his head pretending to be disappointed. In reality he was hiding a smug smirk as a naughty idea came to his mind.

He pulled up her panties slowly like she asked, touching along the outside of her thighs, however when he was done, he didn't take his hand from under the towel. Instead, he traced along the waistband and rested his hand on her lower back. He slid it down and cupped her rear, then brushed along the lacy edges of the panties and over her slit.

"Sasuke-kun, what are you- what are you doing?" she asked breathily, turned on by his bold touch.

"I'm just making sure your panties are laying on you correctly. We wouldn't want you to be uncomfortable," he said, pushing a finger under the fabric and tugging down a little bit. She was already damp and hot for him which ramped up his excitement. "And you didn't say I can't touch you, Sa-ku-ra," he added in a sultry tone.

She took in a sharp breath when he stroked her slick folds. Then she gathered herself. "Stop," she ordered. His hand stilled, but Sasuke wasn't about to move it from the comfortable snug place it found between her legs, unless she explicitly told him. Which she did.

Sasuke pulled out his hand and put the damp fingers in his mouth, looking her straight in the eye as he licked off her intimate juices. He hummed in pleasure at the taste. "So good... let me lick you..." he muttered, giving her a thirsty look. He'd have liked nothing more than to bury his tongue in her tight snatch and eat her out to his heart's content (well, nothing except burying his throbbing shaft inside her) and he knew just how much she loved getting head from him. Sakura's pupils dilated in arousal at his suggestion.

His plan was genius in its simplicity—he intended to turn her on so much that she'd have no choice but to finally give into her lust. And it looked like he was going to succeed. Sakura was always susceptible to his teasing.

He watched her throat bob as she swallowed. I learned all your pleasure spots as well as you know mine, my dear wife. Sasuke found some amusement in how the tables had turned since their bathroom encounter.

"Take off your towel," Sakura said in a throaty, wanton voice.

He unwrapped it and put it on the floor. Playing with her had restored his hard on and Sakura eyed it with want. He throbbed eagerly, lapping up her attention. Sasuke was feeling smug and victorious. Any moment now, she was going to fling off her towel and submit to her carnal desires. Knowing how impatient she could be, she'd just squat over him and ride his cock like a cowgirl.

Suddenly, she tore her gaze off him."Go downstairs and wait for me," she said shakily and turned away from him.

Sasuke blinked, completely taken aback. But, but she was about to give in! What was going on? Why wasn't his seduction working on her? "Sakura, what-" he began, but she cut him off.

"This isn't the end of the day, Sasuke-kun." Her tone was even—she was back in control of herself. "There are a few more things I need you to do before we can retire. Now please go downstairs."

Knowing that she'd punish him if he disobeyed, Sasuke bit back the argument and went to the living room. He sat on the sofa, still naked, and waited for Sakura to arrive as he mulled over his failure. She proved a tougher nut to crack than he'd expected.

Sakura came dressed only in a red minidress in her usual style, unzipped half way to show some cleavage. The dress was barely reaching her mid-thigh, her legs were bare and as Sasuke analyzed her shape under the tight clothing, he realized that she wasn't wearing a bra. He couldn't say that he didn't like her new outfit, though he missed seeing her cute bellybutton on display.

"I have something for you," she said in a sing-song voice as she strutted towards him. She stood before him and bent her body in half so that their heads were on the same level, at the same time revealing a nice view down her dress which immediately grabbed his full attention. He glimpsed her pointed nipples pushing down at the material in this position. Even her flat stomach was visible between two mounds, the view reaching almost to her panties. His mouth went sand dry as he was thrown head first into a dirty fantasy of his lips clamping on those hardened peaks and sucking them hard while his fingers plunged into her wet sheathe over and over again.

Sakura grinned, catching his stare down her front. She straddled him and cut off the delectable sight. He expected a kiss, but instead she nuzzled up his jaw and to his ear.

"Someone's enjoying himself," she purred as she took his thick member into her hand and stroked it down to the base. Sasuke grunted in pleasure.

I'd enjoy myself even better if you just let me touch you, he thought.

"If you want to enjoy yourself longer, then you're going to like my gift even more," she whispered into his ear, making him shiver, and before he could decipher her meaning, she put something silky around his pulsing member and pulled, putting tight pressure around the base.

Sasuke looked down in surprise and saw a crimson ribbon tied with a bow on his deep red cock. The cute ornament, more appropriate to be put on a gift box, made him look downright indecent and lewd. He should have been embarrassed, but it only aroused him more. His cock twitched and let out a big bead of precum from the tip.

Sakura chuckled in a throaty voice, making him blush. "Well, I'm glad you like it, Sasuke-kun," she commented as she put a finger on his tip and collected the drop of wetness. "You know, I got so used to getting myself gifts in your name when you were away." When he looked at her in surprise at this unexpected somber turn of conversation, she popped the soiled finger into her wicked mouth and licked it clean. His jaw slackened, all thoughts leaving his brain for a moment as he took this in. "So I just couldn't help myself. I had to get this gift too," she explained as she cupped him. "But I'll unwrap you in bed, so you need to be patient, darling," she promised him and kissed his cheek sweetly, the released her hold on him and stood up.

Only after she disappeared in the kitchen, Sasuke's clear thinking returned and he realized how cleverly she had used his own move from the bedroom against him. He'd married a cockteasing she-devil. He was so incredibly frustrated, with his member tightly restrained and no release in sight, so he couldn't even understand why he loved what she was doing to him so much.

Sakura called for him, so he got up from the sofa, trying to predict what she could possibly have in store for him next. The scene that he came upon looked innocuous enough—Sakura was taking out ingredients from the fridge. However, her minidress rode up dangerously high as she bent, showing him the edge of her underwear and the round shape of her asscheeks. He gripped the back of the chair, resisting the urge to grab her bottom and grind into her until she begged for more. Then he'd tear off her damn panties and pound her tight little...

Sakura turned to him with a knowing look.

"Dinner?" he quickly asked to divert her attention. He was also trying very hard to ignore her nipples, hard from the fridge's cold, poking up at the material of the dress.

"Yes. All that... excitement made me a little hungry," she said suggestively. Then she took the apron with the cherry blossom pattern off the hook and threw it to him. He reflexively caught it.

"You want me to cook?" he guessed, dumbfounded. It's not that he never did it, he cooked for them plenty of times... but usually Sakura insisted on cooking.

"You lost the spar," she reminded him. "Now put the apron on."

Sasuke slipped the neck strap over his head and tied the waist straps in the back. Frankly, he was surprised but glad that his devious wife allowed him to finally wear something. At least he'd finally have some cover. However, as soon as he dressed, an obvious problem occurred to him.

Sasuke was a tall, broad-shouldered man and the apron was made to fit Sakura, who was much shorter and slimmer than him. It was too small on his big frame.

He was about to ask Sakura to find him something longer, when he was halted by the look on her face. She was flushed, her eyes gleaming with lust as she devoured him with her hungry gaze. She licked her full lips.

"I knew you'd look good in this," she said in approval. The apron covered only the middle of his chest, leaving the sides open. It was so short on him that the tip of his erect cock was peeking from under the hem. "Turn around," she ordered, almost growling. She breathed in harshly when he did and she saw his broad, muscled back and the sculpted butt framed by the apron's straps. Sasuke in her apron didn't look just good—he was so fucking sexy that for a moment she thought that she should just forget about teasing and take him on the kitchen counter. A guttural moan slipped out of her lips because of the fantasy. "God, I could eat you like this," she murmured.

Sasuke faced her again with a smirk. "How about you do that," he said, playing it cool even though they both knew just how desperate he really was.

Sakura crossed the distance between, putting an extra swing in her step. Sasuke drew up eagerly, his erection lifting slightly the apron's edge in the show of readiness. Sakura kissed his neck.

"Mmm, Sasuke-kun," she mumbled heatedly and nibbled on his skin, creating a small hickey. He stifled a groan.

A manicured finger ran down the middle of his torso, lower, past the bellybutton, even lower... This time he moaned when she closed her fist around his length.

"You should know, dear, that I eat my dessert," she said with emphasis as she tugged on him pleasurably, "only after dinner." She let go of him after she made her point. Sasuke almost whined at the loss of contact on his sensitive shaft. He gave her a discontented look.

Sakura patted his cheek. "Get cooking. I want teriyaki," she said, planting herself on the chair.

Thankfully, she picked a quick recipe that he was familiar with, so Sasuke confidently set to work as he tried to forget the tension in his lower region. However, Sakura made it impossible with her constant "help" which mostly involved her using every opportunity to feel him up or rub herself against him, whispering dirty things to him. She was testing his self-control masterfully, always pulling away just a moment before he would break.

Even during the dinner she was set on driving him crazy with need. He dropped his chopsticks when her foot trailed up his bare leg and ground against his groin.

"Sakura," he gasped out, closing his eyes and pushing up his hips into her foot. "You're going to kill me."

"No, but I'm going to make you go to heaven... in time. And then I'll heal you up so we could start again from the beginning."

That tidbit got his imagination running wild. If Sakura could renew his sexual stamina with a healing jutsu, the possibilities were endless... Sasuke was definitely up for trying it.

But Sakura, instead of making good on her promise, left him aching and hot. Sasuke washed the dishes, but he kept the apron on. It gave him at least some protection. Mostly illusory, but still.

He found Sakura splayed on the sofa beautifully, one arm put over her head and her long bare legs spread invitingly.

"Sasuke-kun, my feet are killing me," Sakura groaned and wiggled her toes at him. Her toenails were cut and painted red. "Give me a foot massage, please?" she asked, batting her eyelashes at him. "You know how much I like it."

Sasuke grunted. She was really taking advantage of winning that spar, but this gave him a new opportunity to strike at her defenses. He stalked towards her without saying a word, knelt on the sofa and put her feet on his lap. Starting with the right one, he massaged the top of her foot up to the ankle, then switched to rubbing the arch and heel, causing her to sigh in bliss. When he got to work on her toes, loosening them up, Sakura was moaning freely. He looked at her and realized that due to her raised feet, her panties were now on full display before him, the black sheer fabric soaked with her arousal and giving him a delicious peek at her slit. Sasuke sucked in a sharp breath.

"Don't stop, please, ooohh," Sakura sighed when he began rubbing her left foot with the same method, however his attention was diverted to her intimate place, so wet and ready for him. She was now putty in his hands and he intended to slide her up onto his lap and take her. She seemed in no condition to resist him. He grabbed her calf.

Her free foot slipped under the apron and rubbed against his erection, effectively thwarting his plan. "Not yet," she panted out. Sasuke growled low in his throat. His cock pulsed with frustration and he was on the verge of losing control, the beast inside him thrashing to break free and take what was his.

Sakura lifted up her dress, fully exposing her panties to his dark gaze. She ran a finger across her lower lips. "Sasuke-kun, I'm so wet... because of you... you need to clean that up for me..." she suggested lewdly.

With a glint in his eyes, Sasuke pounced. He spread her thighs, then kissed and nipped on the inner side, leaving bright red marks in his wake. Sakura gripped his hair and tugged. "Gentler," she bit out and he licked the hickeys soothingly in apology.

A phone rang, jolting them out of their little world. They looked at each other.

"Ignore it," Sasuke said.

The phone kept ringing. Whoever was on the other side was very persistent.

"I'll take it," Sakura grunted, stretching out her hand. She managed to grab the receiver off the phone stand. "Hello?... Ino-pig!"

Sasuke glared. The irritating woman that was also his wife's best friend successfully stole Sakura's attention from him. And they were in the middle of something very important too!

He glanced at Sakura speculatively. She was listening to whatever the blonde was rambling about, but she caught his gaze. "Go on," she mouthed at him and he lowered his head back between her thighs. He breathed in her musky aroma with relish.

Sakura continued her conversation with Ino while her husband licked her pussy through the sheer panties. The naughtiness of the situation was sending thrills down her spine and making her even hornier. "There," she breathed out when he sucked on her sensitive clit. "I, I mean you're right there, Ino," she amended, talking to the phone. Sasuke smirked at her mistake. He swirled his tongue around her nub and she squirmed in pleasure, thighs clenching to keep him in place.

"Seven hours more? Seriously?... You're just letting Sai slack off... Oh, you're wrong—my husband wouldn't make me do more housework, instead he helps me with chores... Why, today Sasuke-kun vacuumed the floors, did the laundry, cooked dinner and even washed the dishes!" Sakura gloated to her best friend who apparently couldn't believe her. "Nuh-uh, I'm not telling my trade secrets," Sakura replied smugly to Ino's question. "No, we weren't arguing earlier... Alright, well, I guess he had a proper motivation," she accentuated the last word with a Cheshire grin. She stroked Sasuke's hair while he worked her with his mouth dutifully.

He pulled the drenched panties down and off her legs, baring her glistening labia to his sight. He laved the slick pinkness with his tongue, lapping up her juices steadily dripping from her womanly crevice. Sakura was barely paying any attention to Ino, just occasionally grunting "uh-uh" or "yeah" in agreement to whatever her friend was saying as she actually concentrated on the pleasure building up in her core because of her husband's talented mouth.

Sasuke ate her out in a frenzy, his mouth attached to her pussy as his tongue finally thrust inside her. Sakura gasped loudly. "It's nothing, Ino, I just, uh, stubbed my toe," she made up an excuse. Her hips were grinding against Sasuke's face as he drilled her with his tongue. She put a hand into her mouth to stifle her moans as he added a finger flicking at her engorged clit.

"S-Sorry, Ino, I have t-to come... he-help Sasuke-kun with something," she stammered and ended the call. She threw the phone on the coffee table and released a long glorious moan that she'd been holding back all this time.

At that sound, Sasuke doubled his efforts. He plunged three fingers into her sopping wet cunt while he drew her hard little nub into his mouth and sucked hard. Sakura's hips raised off the sofa.

"Sasuke-kun, aaahhh, aaahhh, I'm cumming, I'mcumming!" she cried out, her body arching beautifully as she reached her climax. A fresh wave of her juices gushed out and Sasuke supped on them greedily.

At first, he'd intended to stop just before she came, to get his payback at her, but in the heat of the moment he forgot all about that plan. Even after the orgasm rolled over Sakura's body, his mouth stayed glued to her pussy as he licked her up gently, stoking up her pleasure for a second round.

"Nnnghh... s-stop..." Sakura panted out, pushing at his head weakly.

He lazily swirled his tongue around her pearl and gave it a kiss, drawing another hot moan from her, before he reluctantly dislodged from her reddened flesh. He looked up at her Sakura—she was flushed, out of breath, and she glowed with complete satisfaction.

In his eyes, she looked perfect. A very male pride swelled inside Sasuke at the sight of his wife in such disarray because of how good he made her feel. Without thinking, he pumped his rock hard length to relieve the ache of prolonged lack of fulfillment. He'd been subtly grinding his hips into the sofa the entire time he'd been giving her head.

Sakura's green eyes narrowed at him and his hand abruptly stilled as he realized his mistake. He took it off himself quickly but it was already too late. She sat up, dress falling down in place, then she combed through her tousled hair with a thoughtful expression. Sasuke waited with a bated breath for her verdict.

"I'd like to go to the bedroom now..." she began slowly.

A surge of cautious hope entered him. Even Sakura couldn't keep up this teasing forever, inside she must have been at her limit just like he was.

"...but you touched yourself without my permission, so first you'll have to do one more thing to make up for that," she finished and from the grave sound of her voice and the vindictive smirk painted on her crimson lips he knew it was going to be nothing good.

Sasuke swallowed and steeled himself for whatever wicked thing she came up with to punish him.

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tbc...

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AN: Thank you for all the support this fic received, which is why I decided to continue. I hope you enjoyed the second part as well :)

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