Authors note::
I am sorry about the delay but I saw somewhat reluctant to post the lemon scene as I heard about the rumors of a lemon purge going through the site. Seeing no other stories were affected so I decided to take the risk and post the next chapter.
Naruto couldn't remember the exact sequence of events, and in the heat of the moment, he didn't really care. All he knew was that Temari was lying underneath him, that her clothes were somewhere on the floor near her bedroom door and her naked body was flush and heavenly as he mounted her. All his frustrations had burst forth, and he could not stop himself as he descended upon the buxom, sultry blonde. In a madness of resentment and desire, of anger at everything including himself, he plunged his erect manhood into Temari's awaiting sex, soft and warm and sopping wet, feeling her plump pussy envelop his rod while he took fierce hold of her voluminous, marshmallowy tits. He couldn't control himself, and he couldn't go back now that he had started it. All he could do was to keep advancing, and all he could even think of wanting to do was just to fuck Temari as long and hard and furiously as he possibly could.
His feelings vented upon the woman as he rammed his cock up to the hilt in her cunt, bottoming himself out in Temari's soaking wet pussy. In a steamy torrent of emotions, he grasped and grappled with her jiggling breasts, digging his fingers into the fantastically doughy and pliable flesh of her flawlessly enhanced mammaries. It was impossible to tell that the size of those babies had been artificially increased; they felt just as good as the real thing, just as soft and obscenely yielding. His digits vanished into the milky depths of Temari's bosom, furrowing her flesh as it reddened in the heat of arousal, and his great, throbbing cock sloshed and squelched in Temari's pussy, churning her womanhood in a symphony of obscenity. He fucked her raw, gyrating vigorously to grind his cock inside her sex, pounding the woman with his pulsating phallus, pummeling her with thrusts that violently slapped their navels together, beating her cunt into a pulp as he worked out his feelings.
He felt like he had gone berserk, and he felt like he was drunk. One moment it was a brutal, ferocious thing, almost looking like rape but for the blissful expressions Temari made, the woman's enthusiastic participation was the only thing that at first glance would betray this intercourse as consensual. Another moment, it was torrid and almost tender, Naruto losing himself in the marvelous shape and proportions of Temari's luscious form, cupping her breasts, stroking her thighs, kissing her nipples, fondling her ass, savoring every inch of this beautiful, busty bitch. His hips jerked erratically but persistently, plunging his manhood in and out of Temari, in and out and in and out of her dripping, smoldering pussy. Their bodies clapped together, the bedframe creaking and groaning like a tortured prisoner beneath them, the two of them captives of their own sinful lusts, enraptured by each other's bodies.
Naruto couldn't keep track of how many times they did it, and he couldn't count all the different positions in which he fucked Temari. She posed infuriatingly temptingly beneath him, managing to look perfectly erotic as he nailed her, smiling just so and looking at him with seductively half-lidded eyes. It was a masterful gravure stare, a steamy gaze that unraveled him and left him thrillingly naked, a languidly ravenous look that told of her limitless appetite for his cock. And she moved her hands skillfully, adoringly over his body, flattering him with reverent strokes and lascivious groping, feeling out his muscular, sinuous form and pressing herself close as they melded into a single molten unity of flesh. They were on fire, their brains dissolving in a mind-numbing bliss as they thumped their navels and smote their pelvises, grinding themselves inexorably, incessantly, insatiably together. They fucked and they fucked and they fucked without stopping, not tiring out for a moment, not slowing down for a second.
Temari's voice was arousing, her tones silky and seductive, her words flirtatious and admiring. She moaned his name and whispered lusty encouragements, imploring Naruto to go at her faster and harder, to fuck her with more force, to ram his cock as deep as humanly possible. She insisted that he break her, that he punish her for being such a naughty, filthy temptress, and Naruto couldn't have dreamed of sparing this babe the rod. Not when they had already come this far, not when he had already given in to all of Temari's desires. In the heat of the moment, lost to an insanity of lust, unmoored from his restraints and his weakening marital vows, Naruto ravished this woman, reaming her aggressively, possessively, taking hold of her body with a darkly impassioned embrace. She twisted in his arms, contorting her body into lewder and lewder positions, writhing in ecstasy at getting to have what she had sought to obtain so consistently and so determinedly from the moment she met this man.
Naruto was even better than she had imagined. God, but it was magnificent. He was so forceful, so rugged, so relentless. Yet he was also thorough, aware of her body, and skillful in how he handled her, making it feel indescribably good as he fucked her. It couldn't be called tender, not with how fierce and how furious the sex was, but he clearly took a measure of pride in his ability to please a woman, and he stimulated her with almost reflexive ease, turning her on more and more with his every touch. And for her part, Temari did an excellent job of dragging Naruto deeper down, bringing him into the mire of lust with her. She had a damn fine body, a top-tier figure even before the breast enhancement surgery, and she knew exactly how to use every inch of it to excite and arouse her partner, pushing Naruto over the edge with every swing of her hips and every smack of her lips. She kissed him hotly, purring against his skin, and she laved her tongue over his cheeks and nibbled his nape, burying her face in his chest and basking in the virile heat of his body as he fucked her.
They writhed together, thrashing and moaning and bucking their hips, inextricably intertwined by their illicit passions. Temari turned beneath Naruto, flattening her ponderous tits against her mattress while he surmounted her hips and fucked her doggy style. She slid back and forth, moaning sultrily as Naruto pumped himself back and forth, back and forth. His cock was superb, and she savored the feeling of it gouging her pussy, pounding her slot in a hot, pulpy mess. Her eyes bulged in rushes of pleasure, and her teeth clenched and her fingers curled as Naruto fucked her faster and harder, slapping her ass and holding her tight, growling into her ear, and muttering about what a damn slut she was. He cursed her in one breath and praised her in another, calling her a bitch and a godsend, a bimbo and a beauty. She could feel his conflicted emotions simmering behind the furor of his fucking, a tangled knot of contrary and confusing motives leaving him adrift in the throes of temptation, powerless to resist the allure of her body. So he fucked her, and he fucked her, and Temari took it with a smile of the purest euphoria, delighting in his every touch, basking in his every thrust.
His cock drove in and out, and his ass rose and fell, and she turned in his arms and twisted herself in sinuous gyrations, digging his rod into every nook and cranny of her aching, burning, greedy sex. She rode him ecstatically, grinding herself on his cock, throwing herself again and again into his forceful, overpowering thrusts. His body's muscular weight was slammed into her hindquarters, her body pressed deep and hard down on the bed. Naruto fucked her and fucked her and fucked her, feeling like he was losing his mind. He groped her tits and slapped her ass and ground himself constantly, repetitiously inside her pussy. She was addictive, and he couldn't see ever getting tired of fucking her. The sex was too good, better than he could have possibly imagined, and even if he was guilty, even if he already regretted this decision somewhere deep down, in the heat of the moment, the only thing on which he could focus was Temari's voluptuous, beautiful form. He plowed her fields with a rigid hoe, turning her over like a farmer tilling the soil, and he manipulated her with the ease of an artisan working on their medium, filling her with sensations she could scarcely comprehend, making her gasp and moan and scream his name.
Naruto couldn't remember the last time Sakura had been so into it. He couldn't guess how long it had been since his wife had last shown such an immoderate and unqualified enjoyment of his attentions. Temari loved getting fucked by him, and despite himself Naruto couldn't help feeling pleased to see how she tossed her head and indecently smiled, squeezing her eyes shut and cracking her mouth wide in low, throaty moans. Her skin rippled, bountiful curves dancing over a taut and sinuous body as it bucked and rolled in time with Naruto's thrusts. Her chest heaved with labored breaths, and her hips rose spasmodically, insistently to meet his as he jackhammered his cock in her cunt, beating her womanhood into the shape of his shaft. She melded to his length, conforming to the contours of his massive erection, gripping him with the desperate, maniacal gladness of her ecstatic vaginal contractions. He was driving her crazy with how he fucked her, and she was perfectly willing to show him and tell him exactly how much she adored him, how much she loved his skill in bed, and his big, fat, unstoppable cock. She begged him to fuck her harder in tones he couldn't possibly refuse, and she matched his pace with the breathless zeal of one engaged in a beloved sport.
He fucked her, and he fucked her, and he fucked her. He couldn't keep count of how many times they had done it, and he had lost all track of time. He was in a trance, fucking Temari every which way he could think of, giving it to her in every last way she asked for. He fucked her pussy until it was raw and aching, fucking her until he was stiff and sore and would surely regret the exertions come morning, fucking her until he almost couldn't remember when it had started and couldn't imagine that it would ever possibly end. But it did have to end sooner or later, and finally, they reached a point where their bodies simply could not keep up with the fire burning in their loins, when the flesh failed and fell short of fulfilling the complete depravity of this unfaithful tryst. Naruto felt himself tense up, his cock clenching for the umpteenth time that evening (they had started around noon, hadn't they?), his balls feeling like they were on fire and his body feeling like it would refuse any further commands to move.
Naruto was about to come, and he perceived that once he did, he would be unable to go any longer. Dimly, he recognized from how his insides felt as the climactic pressure rose up his length that he must have come several times already since the start of this, but he could not remember when and where, and how. It was all a blur, all the past hours a jumble of heated impressions. There must have been lulls, moments when they had paused if only because their bodies could not maintain arousal without limit, but he could not recall them. Everything from the moment he stepped inside Temari's apartment to now was like a smeared and faded painting, and while could dredge up impressions of sound and color, feelings of warmth and softness, he could not make out anything definite. It was all vague, all an impressionistic haze of sensation and emotion.
All that mattered, all he really knew, was they had been fucking for a long time, and that he was about to come for the last time. His body was at its limit, and his mind was exhausted, Naruto feeling only a numb and purely physical kind of satisfaction as he prepared to come. He was void of emotion, too drained to stir his spirit to anything beyond a dull and dispassionate acknowledgment of his position, burying his cock up to the hilt in Temari's drenched, red-hot cunt while she pulled him into a tight, unrelenting press. Their bodies were squeezed together like they were trying to make paper between them, and Naruto could not have possibly pulled out.
His cock spasmed, and he exhaled arduously, shivering as his manhood vomited out the last vestiges of seed in his balls. The ejaculation felt like liquid fire, and he was keenly pained by the final evacuation of his testes. He barely felt any kind of relief when he slumped atop Temari, exhausted and going flaccid inside her. He ached all over, and he was indescribably sore, and even his dick seemed to be asking him why he had chosen to go for this long and this hard. He hurt, and he was tired, and it was only after several seconds of being dumbly draped over the blonde that Naruto thought to roll himself off her.
He pulled out and flopped onto his back. The natural light that had been coming in through the gaps in the half-closed blinders of Temari's bedroom window was replaced by a distant, artificial glow of streetlamps below, and the details of the ceiling were lost in the gloom of night. Numbly, Naruto realized how late it was.
He and Temari had gone at it for a very long time, hadn't they?
He groaned, feeling something heavy and uncomfortable settle in the pit of his stomach. Guilt weighed down his chest, and a sense of revulsion churned in his gut.
Why had he done this? What had he been thinking?
Naruto closed his eyes, sore and tired and either unwilling or unable to answer these questions. He could not move his thoughts, and he could not lift a finger. He couldn't remember ever feeling this drained, this horrible… and he hated the fact that he still felt a little bit of satisfaction, too.
Grimacing, he looked over at Temari. She seemed to have fallen asleep. Her face was peaceful, blissful, and so strikingly lovely that for a moment he almost forgot why he regretted this decision. She really was beautiful, and it was simply unfair how sexy she was.
She was uncomplicated. She was bold and honest and erotic. She liked him, and she liked sex, and she very simply wanted to have those two things together. She hadn't asked for anything else. She didn't need anything else.
Naruto wished it could be that simple for him. But he was married. He had Sakura. He shouldn't have done this.
He knew that, and yet…
God, Temari really was sexy. How could he honestly be expected to restrain himself? No, any man in his position would have done the same thing. And he had held out admirably long. He had held out until almost the last possible moment.
This thought meant a justification for his actions, making his emotions more complicated. He had held out a long time. Maybe he could have held out just a little bit longer. If he'd just said no, if he'd just let her leave the car without another word, he could have been done with it and gone home to his wife guiltless and faithful. But he had caved, and he felt all the worse for having failed right before the finish line. He should have forced himself to hold out that little bit longer. He should have found it in himself to tell Temari no and send her home without indulging her.
But it was too late to think of what he might have done or could have done. The deed was already in the past, the sin had already been committed. He could not undo it, but maybe he could make up for it…
Yet, another part of him wondered why he should have to make up for anything. It wasn't his fault Temari had wanted him so bad. It wasn't his fault his wife was so difficult to deal with and so emotionally demanding. It wasn't his fault that his heart had been left in such a state that it could be swayed by the offer of something simple and purely physical, that he had been so tired from the frustrations of his marriage that he was ready to find release in the arms of another woman.
It wasn't his fault. It wasn't… He wasn't the one to blame. And if he said this to himself enough times, he would probably even start to believe it.
But right here and right now, he still felt guilty. Just not quite as guilty as he should have been.
It was a little too easy to foist part of the responsibility off on his wife. The excuses were just a little too ready at hand.
He loved his wife, but he was only human. Fidelity couldn't last forever. Not without support. Not without reinforcement, without incentive, without encouragement.
No… Maybe this really wasn't his fault.
Naruto was already almost starting to believe it.