"You didn't do anything wrong."
Temari's words were reassuring, spoken sweetly and seductively. Her breath, hot and sultry, tickled at his earlobes, and he could almost believe what she was saying as their naked bodies pressed together. She was straddling him longingly, one leg draped over him and her loins inching close to his erect phallus, and she nibbled on his ear and sucked the lobe affectionately.
Naruto basked in the woman's attention and held her body close, glad that he could have something this plain and simple. His eyes rolled up to the ceiling, and with Temari's hands roaming over his body and her lips trailing their way across his cheek, he almost couldn't remember the sight of his wife tearing up on the floor. That was why he had come here, of course. He wanted to forget it, to leave behind the complications and frustrations for something straightforward and physical. He just wanted someone like Temari that he could fuck without the exhaustion of a relationship.
She was indulging him, and she had taught him these bad habits. She had gotten him to think like this and act like this, to seek her out whenever things with Sakura got too upsetting or unpleasant. Not once did she tell him that he was in the wrong, and constantly she insisted that he was the better half in the relationship, that Sakura was the one who didn't appreciate what she had. On some level, somewhere deep down, Naruto understood what Temari was doing, but he was past the point of caring. He just wanted to believe that she was right. He just wanted someone who would absolve him of his guilt and assure him that whatever he did was right.
"It's too much," he said, rocking his hips and grinding against Temari. "She's always so demanding."
"I know," Temari purred. "You deserve better than her. And I'd be happy to take you in and be your sugar momma, now that my career is taking off❤"
A few months ago, Naruto would have recoiled at this offer and rebuffed it without a moment's thought. He would have insisted that he loved his wife, and that even if it was sometimes taxing and difficult, he would never just leave her like that. And for what it was worth, he still didn't have the heart to be the one to leave her even now. But the rest of what Temari said… he could no longer object to it. Not with any sincerity.
He held her tighter, groping at her ass and bucking his hips. She hissed pleasurably as his manhood slipped inside her, and her bosom mashed against his chest as their bodies joined in a furtive, forbidden union. Deeply Naruto kneaded her buttocks, and wistfully he gazed down at her blissful face, seeing the witless euphoria take over as she felt his cock fill her up. She could be so sly and seductive, and yet her desires were so simple, so honest. She was perfectly transparent about everything she wanted, and this was no exception.
Naruto wondered if he loved Temari. He had never considered it before. It had just been about the sex. It had just been a way to vent and escape his problems. In a way, it was still nothing more than that. But if he hadn't grown closer to Temari, per se, he had drifted away from Sakura. It was harder to see the qualities he had once loved his wife for in Sakura, and it was harder for him to come up with a reason to keep trying. Sometimes he just wanted to give up on that train wreck. He didn't want to spend his whole life in such a one-sided relationship.
He didn't know if what he felt for Temari could be called love, but what he did know was that he no longer loved Sakura. This felt like a nasty thought. It seemed cruel to think such a thing. But it was true. It had become too hard to keep loving Sakura, and he was no longer able to see the point in wearing himself out just propping up her emotional state. It was always him comforting her, reassuring her, and it seemed like she was never available to hear him out and return the favor. She took so much and gave so little, like she thought that because she made more money and because he liked to have sex with her, she was entitled to all his time and care.
It wasn't a healthy marriage. It was a mess, and Naruto couldn't see it ever getting better. The spark was gone, and too much had changed. They weren't the same people anymore. They weren't suited to each other anymore.
It wasn't his fault. It wasn't his fault.
He pumped his hips faster, harder, deeper, thrusting into Temari and repeating these words in his head. Lost in the euphoria of her sex, melting into her cunt, he could almost believe that this really was the case. He could almost believe that he was entirely in the right, that he had done nothing wrong. It was Sakura's fault, not his. It was all on Sakura.
He hadn't done anything wrong. He wasn't doing anything wrong. He was just following his heart. That was what he was supposed to do, right?
He gripped Temari harder, tighter, thrusting into her faster and faster.
He wasn't the one in the wrong. He had done everything he could. It wasn't his fault.
Even when the door opened and he saw Sakura looking in at them, Naruto kept repeating this mantra.
It wasn't his fault.
The confrontation was unpleasant, yet there was strangely little fire there. It was neither hot nor cold, but hollow and dispassionate. Sakura did not shout. Naruto did not raise his voice. Neither of them lashed out. It was quiet, almost… calm in a way. Not because of any inner tranquility, but only because they were both too tired to rouse their emotions, and maybe because they had both seen it coming from a mile away.
For Sakura, in a way, this was vindication. It confirmed everything that she had feared, and while she hated to be proven right under circumstances like this, in a way, it was liberating to have certainty. She now knew (or believed she knew) how her husband really felt about her, and she was relieved to finally understand how little she was really worth in his eyes.
For Naruto, it was the snapping of the tension that had been building between him and his wife for months and years. It stung, but at the same time, it was a kind of relief once it had slackened and the truth was out in the open. He didn't try to apologize or to defend himself, but he did not feel any real guilt when he looked Sakura in the eye while he was balls deep in Temari.
And speaking of the model, for her this discovery was bliss, and she moaned and rode Naruto harder, swinging her wide, meaty hips enthusiastically up and down, driving herself frantically, passionately on his cock. It thrilled her to feel his wife staring, and she kissed Naruto deeply, hotly, showing plenty of tongue in the process. She reveled in Sakura's piteous envy, feeling the woman's bitter resentment and jealousy as she tossed her ass on high and drove her pillowy breasts down hard against Naruto's chest, their sexes squelching obscenely together. And Temari moaned her lover's name while his wife watched them, giving Sakura a shameless, ecstatic show of just how much she and Naruto liked to fuck.
Despite himself, the man moved his hips in time with Temari's, fucking her even while Sakura watched. He felt nothing but the pleasure of the sex as his wife stared into his eyes, and her accusations rolled off of him like water. The mantra had branded itself into his mind, and he fully believed what Temari had been telling him—the shock of discovery had pushed him into finally accepting it, his mind latching onto those excuses as a defense against any guilt that might have tried to overthrow him. Sakura's stare did nothing to him, and his eyes met hers with a dispassionate challenge, as if asking her what she had expected him to do.
Sakura chewed her lip, staring at them. She didn't have the strength to be angry, and she didn't have the levels of self-worth to be properly outraged. She could only watch dully, dazedly, depressingly as her husband fucked this randy, fat-titted bimbo right in their bedroom. It was hard to admit that she could believe what she was looking at, but she really did. All she could think was that of course this was what would happen. In a way, she even blamed herself for it. She was too tired to be angry at Naruto, and she was only able to feel disappointment with herself for letting this happen. She should have seen it coming a mile away. She should have understood that this would be the inevitable consequence of her neediness.
It wasn't healthy for her to think like this, and she knew it. She knew that Naruto was just as much at fault. No, hell, that he was far more at fault in this situation. He was fucking some bimbo in their bed. In the home his wife had bought for them! Did he have no shame at all? He deserved to be blamed for this. He deserved to be kicked out and cut off. He deserved anything that might have come to him. But still, Sakura couldn't help thinking that of course it was her fault. It was all her fault. It had always been her fault.
"I loved you," she said in such a tone that she might as well have said "I hate you."
Naruto held her eyes as she spoke, and his face did not show any reaction to her words. He kept moving, matching the pace of the woman atop him, fucking Temari while Sakura watched. And of course, Sakura recognized this woman as one of her former patients. She placed a hand over her chest, and she wondered perversely if things could have turned out different if she had just finished what she had started that morning.
A pathetic and desperate part of Sakura wanted to offer to finish the titfuck from this morning, to beg Naruto to stay with her. She was a wreck, and she was afraid of him leaving—even if he was the one cheating on her. Maybe if he had had the decency to look ashamed, she would have been ready to do that. But his eyes were unrepentant, daunting her with their indifference, and she knew that it was too late to think she could salvage this.
It was her fault. It was his fault. It was everyone's fault. It was nobody's fault. They should have seen it coming, but they had been blind.
Sakura gritted her teeth and curled her hands into fists, digging the nails into the skin of her palms.
"Take your things and leave," she said hoarsely. "Finish with that bitch and go. I… never want to see either of you again."
Naruto's eyes showed that he understood, but Temari still kept swinging her hips, and she didn't stop or rise to let Naruto move until he had come. And this took another minute, during which Sakura was forced by her own morbid fascination to watch while her husband fucked this stupid, busty slut.
He only left when he was done. He only left when it was over.
And once he did, they both knew there would be no returning.
Naruto and Sakura quietly broke up. He moved out of her place and moved in with Temari. Sakura returned to her practice, and Naruto continued in his career as a photographer. For her part, Sakura did well in her career, and she was materially very successful, but she was never able to entirely clear away the bitterness of her and Naruto's divorce. Naruto, for what it was worth, got over it pretty quickly, and he was similarly very successful in his own career—he made a name for himself at Temari's side, and their stars rose together.
In a way, he was happier with Temari than he had been with Sakura. Part of him wished things could have gone differently between him and his ex-wife. He wished it had never gotten to the point where he was ready to cheat on her, that there was no way out but infidelity and divorce. But there was no changing what had come and gone, so he just accepted it and moved on. Admittedly, it was very easy to move on with a girl like Temari there to help him out. She was everything Sakura hadn't been, for better or for worse, and she helped him out a good deal.
Of course, Temari was also the reason he and Sakura had finally broken up, but Naruto didn't mind that so much. In a way, it was thanks to Temari that he'd been able to get out of that relationship. Also, it helped that Temari had made many very attractive friends in the modeling business, and that she happily introduced them all to her boyfriend and personal photographer.
"You weren't kidding…" said Mei Terumi, auburn-haired and voluptuous. She smiled as she scooted over in the spacious jacuzzi, inching herself closer to Naruto. "He is even handsomer in person❤"
"He is…" agreed Sarada, who was across from Naruto. Peering through the roil of the water, one could just make out the creamy color of her nether regions, and a bikini bottom suspiciously similar to the one she'd been wearing when she got into the tub had found its way onto the floor. One of her feet brushed his under the water. "But it'll be even better when he gets those trunks off."
On the opposite side of Naruto, Anko Mitarashi's eyes lit up, and she dipped one of her hands down to his bathing suit. The blonde did not resist as she hooked her fingers under the waistband—instead, he caught his girlfriend's eye, silently inquiring as she sidled up to the jacuzzi in her birthday suit. Temari smiled at her boyfriend as she lowered herself, unashamedly naked, into the jacuzzi between Mei and Sarada. She gave him a nod as if the answer to his unspoken question should have been obvious, and she spared a look toward the slim and exotic Mabui, who had already taken Temari's cue and stripped out of her swimsuit.
Naruto chuckled, and even as Anko slid down his trunks, he snagged her thong and slipped it off, before placing his hand over the violette's ass and taking hold of it with an exploratory squeeze. Anko purred and arched her back, feeling him touch her, and she grinned from ear to ear and rocked her hips, grinding herself against him. Mei reached into Naruto's lap, feeling Temari prompt her with a wink and a pinch on the thigh, and while the sandy-haired blonde unfastened Mei's bikini top, Mei wrapped her fingers around a growing erection, feeling up Naruto's dick under the water.
"My…" she said. "It's enormous."
Sarada and Temari nodded. Mabui gave the blue-eyed blonde an intrigued look, and she peered through the water to see one of Anko's hands make its way to his crotch as well. The churning water distorted and partly obscured what occurred below its surface, but she could make out the pair's hands both working up and down an impressive, flesh-colored length.
The verdette licked her lips, and she leaned closer to Naruto as well.
"It was generous of you to invite us over, Temari," said Mabui, watching Mei and Anko double-team Naruto's dick underwater. "Very generous. I appreciate you sharing."
"Yeah…" said Anko, purring and shivering as Naruto reciprocated her jerking of his dick with an assault of equal boldness and vigor upon her thick, meaty ass. "I wish I'd known about this stud sooner~"
She kissed Naruto on the cheek, and her breasts pressed to his side. Mei moaned on the other side of Naruto and intertwined her legs with his, sighing and wordlessly offering her chest to the man. Naruto graciously accepted the gift and took hold of Mei's tits with his free hand, proceeding to grope her in gratitude for what she and Anko were doing to his dick, skillfully molesting the woman.
Sarada giggled, seeing how Mei and Anko fawned over him, and how they shuddered and moaned as he fondled them. She knew very well how skilled the man was with his hands, and she had plenty of familiarity with his rapacious ravishing. She winked at Naruto and sidled closer to Temari, who saw the brunette's intentions and smiled, before meeting her in a deep, sapphic kiss right in front of Naruto. Temari grabbed Sarada and undid her bikini top, and she mashed their naked bodies and their moaning mouths lewdly together while her boyfriend watched, reveling in the feel of all the eyes on her body. And Sarada shared Temari's feelings, loving it as Naruto (especially Naruto) and the others ogled the two of them while they made out.
Mabui looked from the bisexual duo to the trio watching them, and she stared again down into the water, seeing that Anko and Mei's ministrations had temporarily slowed as they watched Sarada and Temari. With a grin, mabui closed the distance between her and Naruto, and before anyone could stop her, she kissed him on the lips and slung her hips into his lap, pressing herself down fearlessly on his tip. Even with Mei and Anko both having taken hold of the blonde's erection, there was enough if it free to slip inside Mabui, and the tanned, hot model grinned and shivered, feeling a great, fat cockhead spread her nether lips wide.
"Shit❤" Mabui panted. "Yeah… fuck! That's a good dick…❤"
She languidly gyrated, and kissed Naruto a little more hungrily still, while Mei and Anko, galled into action by the verdette's forwardness, did their best to stimulate Naruto, each of them cupping and fondling one of his balls in addition to working his shaft as they jerked him off into Mabui's cunt. And the blonde kissed and/or fondled them each as they pleasured him, giving as good as he got from the beautiful, sensual models while they purred and writhed sinfully around him.
And he watched Sarada and Temari make out more passionately, the two of them watching him even as they ravished each other, drifting closer until they were right behind Mabui, their sides pressing into her back. Mabui bucked her hips a bit harder, and Naruto thrust in response, thrilling and slightly startling each of the girls in the jacuzzi as his hips disturbed the water, and they mewled and ground themselves more lasciviously against him in response.
Naruto shivered, barely remembering his ex-wife, not thinking at all about Sakura or the divorce. As far as it mattered to him right now, Temari was the only girl he'd ever been with—Temari, and all her lovely model friends. He fucked Mabui in the jacuzzi, thrusting with such force that Mei and Anko had to reluctantly let go of his dick, but they settled for simply embracing him and Mabui and rubbing their bodies against the pair, and kissing and groping them here and there as they indulged in their fiery, sensational desires. The water splashed around them, and most fiercely around Mabui, a tight, tanned bubbly ass breaking the surface on the most powerful of Naruto's thrusts, the slight body of the verdette flying up as he hammered her.
Mabui moaned blissfully, basking in Naruto's attentions, and when he came inside her, she slumped off him in a drunken daze, dumb and boneless and drifting aside. Temari turned with Sarada in her arms, and faster than Mei or Anko could move to fill in the newly vacated position on Naruto's dick, she shoved Sarada into her boyfriend's lap, driving her best friend's perfect asshole down on the blonde's thick, pulsing cock. Sarada's eyes bulged in ecstasy, and she moaned in passionate agreement with Temari's initiative, feeling Naruto tremendous dick plunge into her snug little asshole while Temari continued shamelessly making out with her.
Mei and Anko watched, biting their lips as they saw the normally cool and composed Sarada go wild on Naruto's dick. Mabui was always loud and vigorous with her partners, but seeing even the composed and confident Uchiha seemingly lose her mind as she was railed in the ass gave them each a thrill. They moaned and kissed Naruto from either side, draping themselves longingly over him, pressing their erotically curvaceous bodies to his and feeling how powerfully his frame jerked in time with his thrusting. He drove his cock in and out of Sarada's anus, pounding the brunette in the jacuzzi, reaming her ass even worse than if he'd gone in dry. And the raven-haired beauty clearly loved every second of it, judging by how she moaned and tossed her head as she rode him, her eyes rolling and her tongue wagging along with Temari's.
Naruto came in Sarada's ass, and she shivered and slackened as she was pulled off him. This time Anko and Mei would not be denied, and they threw themselves both into Naruto's lap, colliding as they tried to mount him. Their pussies sandwiched his cock, and at first they were struggling to push each other off so they could get him inside, but then he grabbed their asses and started thrusting, and the two were pacified by the sensations that shot through them, too absorbed in the bliss of Naruto's ravishing to care about their little spat. And he looked at his girlfriend and watched her watch him, seeing Temari smile and waggle her eyebrows as he ravished her friends and colleagues. He pinched Mei and Anko's asses, thrusting fasted between their plump, fleshy cunts, sawing his dick between the pair's pussies until they were coming on either side, and he finished them each off with a deep, throaty, thirty-second kiss in turn before nudging them just far enough away for Temari—now sufficiently warmed up from watching him fuck her buddies—to swagger up and impale herself on his waiting erection.
Temari's eyes were lovestruck and lecherous, and her bosom was crazily jiggling as she slapped her fat, weighty tits wetly against Naruto's chest, lifting one of her ponderous titties to his lips while his cock plunged its way into her pussy. Temari moaned blissfully as she rode her boyfriend, and she grinned euphorically when she felt her recovering friends swarm her in a sapphic tangle, wrapping their bodies orgiastically around hers and Naruto's.
Temari's hips swung harder, the blonde loving it as Naruto fucked her, and Naruto thrust faster as well, loving the lifestyle he now lived with Temari.
All that mattered to any of them was that this felt good.
And it felt very good, indeed.