Sasuke pushed the tape into the player, clicking the button that started the video.
"Hi, Sasuke-kun."
Sakura's voice was distorted ever so slightly, a sort of light static that always came when you recorded on these videotapes. Even with that, the raspy and breathy tone of her voice was clear to Sasuke.
His wife was wearing matching lingerie, a thin bra and panties set that clung to her curves and accentuated her hips and toned abdomen. The lingerie, a rich red that was a shade darker than the scarlet that stained her lips, both paired with the dark wing-tipped eyeliner, making her gorgeous emerald eyes pop.
Sasuke's cock stirred against his boxers, and when another body appeared in the frame, sidling up against Sakura's back, a large, tanned hand spanning across Sakura's stomach almost cupping her body possessively, the tip of Sasuke's cock became sticky.
"Hey, Sasuke." Naruto smiled from over Sakura's shoulder, upper body clearly naked and a huge bulge pressed against his dark boxers. "Hope your mission went well and you're enjoyin' a little break right now. 'cause I sure has hell been enjoyin' your wife, y'know?"
Sakura's eyes flickered from the camera to Naruto for a second, a nervous laugh bubbling from her even as her body swayed against Naruto's own. "Naruto!"
Naruto waved his hand dismissively toward the camera. "Yeah, yeah, look Sasuke, I know we promised me an' Sakura would only touch each other today while we were recordin' or whatever, but, c'mon man, look at this —"
Naruto grabbed Sakura roughly by her hips, turning her body around and showing off her plump ass. Naruto ran his large hands over Sakura's back and down to her ass, squeezing and fondling her flesh, muttering something Sasuke couldn't hear, but seemed to have completely enraptured Sakura.
Her cheeks had already been rouged, but they were flushed now, her head offset, profile half exposed to the camera, but her eyes were completely trained on Naruto.
Sasuke's cock was hard, tenting his boxers, his stomach panging with an agonizing, delicious ache.
"You're so fuckin' lucky, Sasuke, I mean look at this ass." Naruto's voice was rough, and his hands even rougher on Sasuke's wife, a far cry from the delicate way Sasuke always treated her. "If I were you I wouldn't leave the village too far or too long, y'know? 'cause I can't imagine going more than a day without matin' this ass from behind."
"Naruto…y-you're such a pervert, geez."
Despite the protest, whatever modicum of admonishment that was in Sakura's tone before melted away, replaced with a needy reverence.
"Can't help it, Sakura-chan. You're so fucking hot, y'know? You feel this right? How hard you made me? Nearly came myself eatin' out your sweet cunt."
Sasuke recoiled at the words, even as his cock twitched and throbbed, leaving a trace of precum on the front of his boxers.
Naruto's eyes flicked back to the camera. "You're such a bastard, Sasuke. You should have heard the sounds Sakura-chan was makin' when I started suckin' on her cute clit, I know you'd come without even touchin' your little dick."
"Don't be mean to Sasuke-kun!" Sakura whined and smacked Naruto on his chest, the man rolling his eyes.
"You know Sasuke's into that shit, Sakura-chan. I bet he's leaking so much precum right now it'd be like he pissed himself. Ain't even touchin' his dick right now 'cause he knows he'd come quick."
Sasuke grit his teeth, anger and lust flaring down to his cock from Naruto's nonchalant summation. But even worse was that he wasn't wrong. In a fit of irritation, Sasuke ripped his boxers down his legs, grabbing his cock with his hand and stroking it slowly, making sure not to pleasure himself too much as Naruto reached for Sakura's panties, pulling them to the side.
"You see this, Sasuke? This is what you get when you make Sakura come twice before you even stick it in. Look at how fuckin' delicious her cunt is."
Once again, Naruto wasn't wrong.
His wife's pussy was fat and flushed, her lips glistening with arousal that was nearly dripping off her folds. Sakura was so wet with arousal, Sasuke could see the sheen reach the dark wrinkles around her asshole. Naruto pressed his fingers into Sakura's ass, spreading her cunt and exposing the entrance, beads of slick leaking out.
"This is so fucking embarrassing," Sakura whimpered, crushing her face into Naruto's shoulder.
"Why you embarrassed for, Sakura-chan? You're so beautiful, so fuckin' gorgeous. Sasuke should be on his knees beggin' to taste your cunt."
Sasuke clenched his hand at the base of his cock, the dull pain easing away the pleasure threatening to burst from him, overstimulated between the feast of Sakura's beautiful pussy and the crassness of Naruto's words.
He wished he could be there to reassure his wife, let her know how much he was enjoying this.
"Besides, just because he doesn't wanna eat you out, 'cause he's an idiot, y'know, there's no way he's not jerkin' his little cock off to the sight of your cunt. I mean he married you, at least he has taste."
Naruto's words seemed to have calmed Sakura down, and though Sasuke wasn't sure whether to be angered or relieved at how easily Naruto handled the situation, he was at least thankful.
Naruto patted Sakura on the ass, rubbing firm circles as he murmured in her ear, somehow loud enough Sasuke could just make it out. "Now, c'mon, look at the camera and tell your husband what we're gonna do."
Naruto released his grip, Sakura turning around, her cheeks and neck hot red as she stared directly at Sasuke through the camera.
"Sasuke-kun. I hope your mission was peaceful and that you ate well. I know you must at least be sleeping in a hotel if you are watching this, so that is good. I always worry about these things with you, even if you are used to being alone."
"Sakura-chaaan." Naruto pinched Sakura's ass, causing her to shriek and turned around, slapping Naruto's arm viciously.
"Naruto, you fucking asshole!"
Sasuke seethed, cursing Naruto for interrupting the loving message from his wife.
"Sakura-chan, Sasuke's dick is probably limp in his hands now from your naggin'." Naruto grabbed Sakura's hand mid-swing, bringing it down and forcing her to cup his covered cock. "Meanwhile I'm here, hard as fuck, ready to be in your guts. You really gonna make both of us wait?"
Sasuke expected at least one more fiery retort from his wife, but his stomach dropped, his cock spilling more precum when Sakura shook her head obediently, her hand groping Naruto's erection, stroking him through the material, the tip leaving a large stain as she did so.
Sakura faced the camera once more, her hand still jerking Naruto's cock as she spoke directly to Sasuke.
"Sasuke-kun, Naruto and I are…Sasuke-kun I'm going to be brave for you and show you how Naruto fucks me with his fat, huge cock, okay? P-please watch closely as Naruto lifts me up and d-drills — oh my god…drills me on his cock."
Sakura's blush reached all the way to the top of her cleavage, the colour almost matching her lingerie. And even though her lips trembled, stuttering as she spoke unbelievable filth, her hand stayed steadfast on Naruto's cock, her treatment making the damp stain grow as she spoke.
Naruto whispered something in Sakura's ear as his hand rubbed her stomach, and whatever he said greatly pleased Sakura as her eyes fluttered and she grinded her body back against Naruto, a small moan falling from her lips.
"Why don't you take my boxers off and then we can give Sasuke a show, huh?"
Sasuke should have known better than to expect Sakura to show any resistance at this point, but it was still shocking to see how fast she fell to her knees, face angled up towards Naruto's pelvis like she was in worship.
She reached for the waistband of Naruto's boxers, pulling it down his thighs slowly, first exposing a shock of yellow pubic hair and then the base, wide with darker skin, a thick vein already showing. Inch by inch she revealed more of Naruto's cock at a languorous pace, and with the way Sakura's eyes followed the length, Sasuke wasn't sure if the whole thing was for his benefit or hers.
Sakura let the edge of the waistband catch against the tip of Naruto's cock for a moment, finally pulling it off. It smacked back against Naruto's abdomen with force.
Sakura told him many times about it before, while Sasuke was inside of her, and it was obvious even behind Naruto's underwear — but seeing Naruto's heavy, uncut cock right next to Sakura's face, running longer than the length of her face — Sasuke's cock twitched in his hand, become sticky with precum.
Before Naruto could say anything, Sakura gripped the base of his cock, laying loving, pursed lip kisses on the tip, before she ran her tongue, wide and flat along the shaft. At some angles her head was blocking Sasuke's view as she worked Naruto's cock, but between the blonde's facial expression, eyes narrowed and mouth lax as they both watched the bob of Sakura's head, it wasn't hard to fill in the blanks.
"Sakura-chan, Sakura-chan, that's enough!" Naruto's fingers tangled into Sakura's hair, yanking roughly and moving her mouth off his cock.
A flare of hot anger burned through Sasuke's chest and stomach at the way Naruto treated Sakura, but, guiltily, that heat turned into arousal that melted along his thighs and core as Sasuke continued stroking his cock.
Before he could dwell on the shifting sensations, Sakura's face was clearly visible to the camera once more.
Sasuke moaned at the sight. His wife panting slightly, hair askew, spit dripping down her chin — and that beautiful scarlet rouge that coated her lips now smeared haphazardly, smudged marks stained in random patterns on the tanned shaft of Naruto's cock.
"God," Sasuke groaned, his Sharingan flaring to life, absorbing every detail of Sakura's expression and disheveled look. It was almost grotesque with how perverted it was, her expression soft and needy, eyes fluttering as she gazed longingly at Naruto's cock.
While Sasuke had zoned out for a moment, Naruto had been talking and Sakura stood up, turning her back to Naruto as he reached and hooked his hands around the back of Sakura's knees, lifting her up. He bent her legs back, until Sakura was almost folded in half, her own hands reaching behind and grabbing onto Naruto's neck for support.
"Help me out, yeah, Sakura-chan?"
Sakura reached down, one hand pulling her panties to the side and the other lining Naruto's cock against her entrance, and a cold wave of fear washed over Sasuke, even softening his cock in his hand.
There was absolutely no way that giant thing would fit inside his wife. Naruto's cock wasn't just long, it was thick and the tip wide, and would no doubt split his wife apart.
"Wait, don't," Sasuke rasped, knees trembling as he reached out for the television, as if he could magically stop this from happening.
Instead Sasuke watched, images searing into his Sharingan as Sakura's cunt swallowed Naruto's cock all the way down, her lips flushed and flared, stretched out thin against the base of his cock.
"Oh fuck!"
Sasuke couldn't tell if it was him, Naruto, or Sakura who said it — no, it was almost certainly all three of them. Sasuke's mouth was still wide and panting, Sakura's head lolled against Naruto's neck, and Naruto adjusting his and Sakura's bodies. Naruto slid Sakura's legs over his forearms, his hands wrapping around the back of Sakura's neck, the position stretching Sakura's legs up in the air, her knees almost by her ears, her hands resting on Naruto's wrists.
The position didn't look like it was meant for sex, Sakura so folded, if Sasuke wasn't sure of her flexibility, he would have worried for her. But the most insane part, the part that made Sasuke's cock throb in his palm, itching to come, was the way the angle of this position showed off the bulge of Naruto's cock against Sakura's toned belly, like he'd been wrist deep, fisting her instead.
Sasuke's mouth was dry, sweat heavy on his neck and his heart thumping in his chest. He could barely understand if he was aroused or scared for life, knowing this would forever be imprinted in his brain. And before he could settle those turbulent emotions, his best friend started fucking his wife.
And it was fucking not lovemaking, not just sex. The way Naruto lifted Sakura up and down, the indentation of his cock disappearing as he pulled out to the tip, and then reappearing as he thrust Sakura's body down like a toy while he bucked his hips up, was brutal.
It was disgusting, disturbing, Sakura's body bouncing around with only Naruto's control, Sakura helpless as he used her. Her lovely hair unsettled and jumping around, her thighs pressed tight against her chest, squished against her covered breasts. Naruto didn't treat Sasuke's wife like a human but rather a fuck doll.
Sasuke came, spilling all over his fingers and onto the carpet of the hotel, with sadness and gorgeous pain burning in the pit of his stomach.
"Oh, oh my god! N-Naruto, fuck! Your cooock!"
It was like Sakura was taunting him, Sasuke worried about her comfort, about how Naruto was mistreating her — and she was moaning like a whore.
"You like that, Sakura-chan? Fuckin' insane your body is, takin' me all the way to my balls, shit!"
"So good, so fucking good, ah, ngh, yes! Don't stop, fucking never stop!"
Sasuke remembered all the soft coos, the breathy gasps Sakura would give him.
There could be nothing further from that than this. Loud, animalistic grunts. Low and depraved moans. The way Sakura begged for more.
Sasuke swallowed back acidic bile, his cock, sensitive and messy, starting to stir again.
And Naruto then decided to walk forward towards the camera.
With each step, the sounds of fucking became louder, wet and nasty, fat squelches as his poor wife's body was forced to take Naruto's cock to her limits. Naruto's groans and muttered curses were audible, Sakura's whines and whimpers, intermixed with chants of how amazing Naruto's cock felt, churned Sasuke's stomach and churned his balls.
Naruto stepped closer and closer to the camera until all Sasuke could see were Sakura's thighs tacky with arousal that sluiced down to Naruto's balls. The skin around Sakura's pussy looked flushed and abused, her cunt lips gripping onto Naruto's cock, stretching out like a vice as Naruto pulled her off. Droplets of slick and frothy precum splattering against the lens with Naruto's forceful thrusts.
"I'm going to come! You're making me come!"
Sakura was hysterical, and loud, so close to the recorder. Her words a mix between a sob and laughter.
Sakura had taught Sasuke how to make her come. Taught him how to touch her clit in circles until she made a soft sigh and was sated, telling him how she couldn't come without it.
This had to be fake, this couldn't be real. Not with the violence of it, the brutal fucking that could not be pleasurable for his wife who loved gentle, sweet sex.
But Sasuke's Sharingan was spinning, absorbing every twitch of Sakura's thighs, the tremble of her clit, and as Naruto pulled back away from the camera, the clenching of her abdomen and her curled toes.
And the sounds she made. At that moment, his wife was more animal than human.
Her body quaked against Naruto's, the man lifting her off his cock, unlocking his hands from behind her neck and sliding them down underneath her knees, and placing her on the ground.
Her knees were still trembling, leaning against Naruto for support.
The bile was back, stronger and more sickening, burning his throat. Naruto had made Sakura come. Come harder than Sasuke had ever witnessed before, and with depraved, pornographic mating — not even touching her clit.
His cock was rock hard and he started stroking himself off again with cum-stained fingers.
"Sakura-chan, turn around. I wanna show Sasuke how much I stretched you out."
The shyness and nervousness from earlier seemed to have been fucked out of his wife, Sakura turning and bending over, displaying herself to the camera.
Her fingers spread over her ass, pulling the skin by her labia, but it was almost unnecessary with how gaped she was, her entrance dark and wide and loose.
Sasuke bit back a sob, his core clenched as he came for the second time, more painful and sensitive as a few dribbles of cum fell down to the floor.
He released his cock, but even the air was stinging against the abused flesh of his tip.
"Ain't she perfect, Sasuke? Fuck, I'm still so hard, haven't even come yet. You gonna just leave me like this, Sakura-chan?"
Naruto pouted playfully, boyishly, a stark juxtaposition against the heavy cock he stroked in his hand.
"Don't be such a baby, of course I'll get you off. L-let's get on the bed first, please."
Naruto helped Sasuke's wife to the bed that was offscreen, only the edge visible in the current shot. And despite how sick he felt, how used his cock was, eagerness burned through Sasuke's veins, ready to see a proper mating on a bed.
Sasuke waited for Naruto to come back and adjust the camera, or to summon a clone to do it.
Sakura's slim ankle and foot was pressed against the edge of the mattress, Naruto's soon falling on top before it disappeared as he shifted position.
Sasuke waited for the shift in perspective or at least the angle.
He could hear the bed creaking, barely see it moving, soft moans and grunts that sounded far away.
"Naruto, Naruto, you idiot!" Sasuke hissed and fell off the bed and onto his knees, crawling toward the television set, some dried cum sticking against his skin. "The camera, you dumb fuck, move the camera!"
Somehow this was worse, more agonizing than watching his wife get plowed. At least there was some intimacy with that, as if he were there, or maybe even if he could somehow pretend he was the one giving Sakura pleasure.
Now it was like he were a voyeur, eavesdropping as Naruto fucked his wife into the mattress.
And the only thing Sasuke could observe with his almighty Sharingan was Sakura's toes curled against the sheets, ankle twist left and right, the mattress outright bouncing now. There was the creak of wood, heavy breathes and high whimpers, Naruto muttering something, his voice dark and deep, and Sakura crying out please, yes, please.
Sasuke tasted salt on his tongue and only then did he realize his vision was blurred with tears, unable to turn off the video and instead he sat on the hotel floor, cock too tired to become erect again as he listened to his wife being mated.
Sasuke sniffed, wiping his eyes, waiting with disgust and soft arousal as Sakura's moan became more and more depraved, her feet flapping against the mattress until a sharp cry fell from her lips and Naruto growled.
Sakura's feet stilled.
There was a pause, and then Naruto entered the frame again.
Sweat dripped down his toned chest, over his abs, his front completely exposed as he looked for something near the camera. His cock was still heavy and hard, but completely messy now, glistening with Sakura's arousal and the frothy opaqueness of cum…
Sasuke retched, coughing and nearly falling over from his crouched state.
Where? Where the fuck did Naruto cum?!
"Here's the water, Sakura-chan. You'd better drink up, I'm not done with you, y'know?" Naruto chuckled, tossing the bottle toward the bed. Naruto glanced at the camera, and then did a double take. "Aw, shit. I forgot to move the camera!"
Sasuke gritted his teeth, watching as Naruto fiddled with the camera, and probably the stand, removing it and carrying it so close to his face, Sasuke could see the flecks of violet in his blue eyes.
"Let me just zoom out a bit, hm. Damn it, you missed the encore, huh, Sasuke? My bad."
"You're so dumb, Naruto." Sasuke heard his wife from the bed, her voice low and raspy.
Well fucked.
Somehow his cock twitched, despite aching something fierce.
Naruto turned the camera around and after a small blur of motion, Sasuke was greeted with the sight of his wife lying on her back, bra missing, the pale skin of her breasts marked with purpling finger marks.
Her make up was completely ruined, smudged against her skin and he could see some stains on the pillow, red lipstick and black mascara — Naruto had held his wife's head down, fucked her with her face pressed into the pillow like a brute.
Sasuke gripped his cock, sticky and hard and sensitive in his palm. Stroking the slowest he'd ever done, to make sure the pain of touching his abused cock was at least reminiscent of pleasure.
He was going to throw up after this, he knew it.
"I'm sorry, Sasuke-kun. I-I should have double checked, we both know how stupid Naruto can be…I was just — I lost myself for a moment. I'm sorry."
His wife was so apologetic, eyes wide and sincere.
The camera turned around with a blur again, and Sasuke was forced to look at Naruto's grinning face. "What she means, Sasuke, is that she was so drunk on my cock, she forgot all about you for a second there!"
He laughed, loud and healthy, not at all malicious despite how cutting his words were.
"Don't listen to him, Sasuke-kun! God, such a fucking asshole!"
Despite her placations, Sasuke couldn't see the lie in Naruto's words.
"Anyway, Sasuke, I'm actually sorry about that, I got lost in the sauce too, you know what I mean? Yeah you do, Sakura's cunt is just like…ugh, perfection, y'know? Yeah, you know."
Naruto grinned at him, the kind you can only give your best friend. His eyes flickered to the corner of the camera, frowning at whatever he saw.
"Ah shit, really? Listen, Sasuke, the battery on this piece of shit is about to die out. Maybe I'll cut this part of the video if I can remember. Here's one last parting gift, just for you, if I don't remember, eh?!"
The video blurred again, and the sound of the camera zooming happened before the image was clear.
It was Sakura's cunt, a close up shot. Well used and fucked and gaped — and spilling heavy rivulets of cum that reached down to her asshole and stained the bedsheets beneath.
"Naruto, you asshole, don't show Sasuke-kun that!"
Naruto ignored her, the camera floating, almost caressing and worshiping Sakura's cunt with its view.
"Hey, once again, sorry bro. It's the first time, y'know, with the video tapes and cameras and stuff. I'm still learning so just, uh, give me a pass this time, right? I'll make it up to you, anyway. When we try this in person, I'll teach you how to eat Sakura's pussy until she's crying. Sounds like a deal? Good, later Sasuke, see you soon."
The video cut to black, yet Sasuke somehow knew, while the video had finished there, his best friend and wife most certainly had not.
And instead of being upset, and even though his Sharingan had memorized everything from the moment Sakura had been pushed off from sucking Naruto's cock — Sasuke reached for the remote, rewinding and pausing at the sight of his wife's cunt filled to the brim and spilling with his best friend's seed.
Sasuke masturbated to the image until he came, his cock shrivelling with pain in his sore palm.
Sasuke didn't like it at all.
There was nothing to like about it. The smell of Sakura's sex was off-putting, the taste of it even more so, a strange tang that almost had his tongue recoiling. Her pubic hairs tickled his cheek, the urge to pull off and scratch his skin mounting with each second as Sasuke ran his tongue tentatively through her folds. Sakura's arousal was slimy on his tongue, like a strange gloss coating his lips, a shudder running down his spine.
It was worse than a kiss with too much tongue and spit.
"What the hell are you doin'?"
Sasuke, somewhat relieved, quickly moved his head away from Sakura's cunt, using the back of his arm to wipe his mouth clean.
He glared at Naruto, who dared to glare back.
"I'm doing exactly as you said."
"No, not even close, asshole. First of all, you gotta get in there, really get your mouth on her pussy. None of this pansy shit with only the tip of your tongue out. And if you're just gonna use your tongue like that at least go for her clit, fuck!"
"Don't yell at Sasuke-kun," Sakura scolded Naruto, still lying back on the bed, her head craning to watch them. "He's trying his best."
Heat rose to Sasuke's cheeks. It was embarrassing, the way Sakura found the need to defend him like a mother might protect a child from a disciplinary father.
Naruto snorted, his narrowed eyes landing on Sakura. "So, you're sayin' he was doin' well? Close to makin' you come?"
The pregnant pause was like a slap to Sasuke's face, and he wondered how poorly he had done if Sakura didn't immediately reject Naruto's remarks.
"Just be nicer to him," she said, her gaze flickering to him, emerald eyes soft and encouraging.
Sakura's non-answer made bile rise to his throat, the way she was babying him made him ill.
Naruto chuckled beside him, shaking his head before running a hand short blonde hair, eyes still focused on Sakura.
Focused on Sakura's cunt.
It was a hungry, devouring look, one no man other than Sasuke himself should be directing toward Sakura. Flames of anger, disgust, and lust licked down his core, Sasuke's cock twitching against his boxers, precum sticking to the material.
"Why, um, why don't you give Sasuke-kun an example of how to do it."
Sasuke bit his lip, breathing slowly through his nose, trying to quell the rage at his wife's tone, a sort of saccharine that was trying to hide the eagerness beneath it.
Naruto chuckled, daring to glance at Sasuke, his lips stretched in a lazy and arrogant smirk that Sasuke wanted to slap off.
"What d'ya say, Sasuke? I mean you're the one supposed ta be practicin' today…"
The sheepish guilt in Sakura's gaze was like a boulder, crushing his back, but the worst was she made no attempt to recant or change her mind.
Sasuke pooled chakra behind his eyes, his vision spinning, Sharigan coming to life.
"Only once, Naruto," Sasuke gritted through clenched teeth.
His smirk grew wider, but he made no other remark, instead focusing on Sasuke's wife. He crawled toward the edge of the bed, Sasuke making space for him, Sakura's hips wiggling with anticipation.
Naruto ran his large hands over Sakura's feet, gripping her slim ankles and directing them over his muscular shoulders, his face hovering right above her cunt.
"Watch closely, Sasuke," Naruto said, though his focus was completely on Sakura now, leaning down and kissing her clit.
Sasuke's wife gasped and shuddered, a stronger reaction than the entire time Sasuke had been servicing her.
"Oh, oh, yes!"
Sasuke watched with a pit in his stomach, his cock throbbing so much he palmed himself to try and ease the ache.
Precum gushed from his tip as he watched Naruto feasting on his wife.
He couldn't understand it, made such little sense to him how Naruto went down on Sakura so enthusiastically. If it weren't for his Sharingan flared, watching every minute detail, he would have suspected Naruto to be faking it, but his body language was authentic.
Fingers gripping tight onto his wife's thighs, mouth greedy against her cunt, nose pressed down on her mound.
Their eyes locked to each other, like Sasuke didn't even exist.
An ache blossomed in his chest, running down his stomach, pooling in his pelvis, his cock harder than diamond.
"Yes, yes, just like that," Sakura whined, one hand reaching down to cup the back of Naruto's head, her hips rolling, grinding Naruto's face against her.
Naruto moaned into Sakura's pussy, eyes fluttering down as he lapped her folds, sucking on her lips, then taking her clit into his mouth, sucking hard enough that his cheeks hollowed.
"Ohmigod, ohmigod, Naruutooo!"
Sasuke knew he should be focusing on Naruto's actions, but he was caught off guard by the needy, desperate nature of it, how Naruto was eating Sakura's pussy like it was his last meal.
Like he'd die if his mouth wasn't attached to Sakura's cunt.
Sasuke, like he was hypnotized by the scene in front of him, began stroking himself, as gently as possible, underneath his boxers.
Sakura whined, when Naruto pulled off for a moment, murmuring with a deep, raspy voice, "Your pussy tastes so fuckin' good, Sakura-chan."
"Fuck, oh fuck, N-Naruto." Sasuke grimaced at the tone of Sakura's voice, low and needy.
Then it was high and lewd when Naruto flattened his tongue, slow strokes that seemed to cover her entire pussy.
Sasuke wanted badly to believe Naruto was lying. He had just been there himself, tasted the same thing, smelled the same cunt, and he could barely manage to dip his tongue in…how was Naruto so satisfied — no, so eager to go down on Sakura?
The sounds he made were almost vile, filthy and pornographic, Sakura's pussy so wet Sasuke heard whenever Naruto had to slurp it down, chin bobbing when he swallowed. Always right back to it, switching between teasing Sakura's clit and running his tongue over her folds.
Worse was Sakura herself, body writhing from the pleasure Naruto was inflicting on her. Emerald eyes wide, as if she were the one with the Sharingan, watching Naruto so intently trying to burn the image of him into her brain.
Mouth lax, moaning, panting, whining — so different from the awkward words of encouragement she said when Sasuke was the one on her.
It was humiliating.
Precum stained his fingers as he jerked himself harder.
Sasuke was supposed to be focusing on Naruto, on how he was using his mouth and tongue to elicit such pleasure from his wife…but she was too attractive like this. Her face flushed, her body near trembling in a way Sasuke knew he'd never seen before, at least not by his own hands.
Hips rolling, tongue lolled out, eyes gleaming with lust — he couldn't look away, his Sharingan spinning.
Sakura's head tilted back, her stomach clenching and thighs quivering.
Sasuke's mouth went dry, throat tight, balls tightening.
"Oh, Naruto, Naruto, ngh fuck! I'm gonna come, you're making me come — nooo, why?!"
Sakura wailed, like she was watching a loved one being cremated, Naruto pulling off her cunt and leaving her orgasm for dead.
Naruto's face was stained with Sakura's arousal. His tanned skin shined with it, reaching all the way to his lowest whisker marks, and dripping down to his chin. He grinned, licking his lips in a lascivious manner, turning his eyes onto Sasuke, after what had seemed like hours going down on his wife.
"Oh, sorry 'bout that, Sakura-chan. But it's not about you or me today, right? We gotta teach Sasuke how to eat some pussy. Why don't you finish her off Sasuke?"
"What?" Sasuke flinched, removing his hands from his boxers, eyes blinking back to normal.
Naruto's arrogant smirk plastered across his face, gaze flitting over Sasuke's sticky hand.
Sasuke turned to look at his wife —
Sasuke swallowed down bitter bile, her expression distraught.
She knew, he knew, that motherfucker Naruto knew, Sasuke wouldn't be able to make Sakura come, not today, not from cunnilingus.
"I mean you were watchin', weren't you, go ahead, it'll be easy with your eyes…or were you too busy tuggin' your little cock to please your wife, huh?"
The heat that flushed over his body must have been from the pits of hell itself, Sakura mumbling from the bed, "Naruto…don't be mean to Sasuke-kun."
Mother defending her child, once again.
Bile in his throat, once again.
"Fine, Sakura-chan ask him to eat your sweet pussy out and make you come. I'll sit back here 'nd watch."
Naruto rolled back onto his haunches, moving away from Sakura.
"Wait! Stop."
Sasuke's heart sank, Naruto's grin grew.
Sakura offered Sasuke a guilty glance before focusing on Naruto.
"Sasuke-kun, he doesn't need to learn everything today…you can s-show him how to make me come and then he can practice next time."
"Oooohhhh," Naruto stretched the sound for ages, "Never thought about it like that, what do you think, Sasuke?"
Amaterasu, one word to burn the shit eating grin off Naruto's face. To melt skin off bone.
Sasuke closed his eyes, breathing deeply to settle himself. "Make my wife come, Naruto."
Her moans, Sasuke thought to himself, as Naruto kissed and sucked her clit, forcing her into an orgasm that rocked her entire body, made it all worth it.
Even if they were so much deeper and more depraved than he was used to — more like a porn actress than his loving wife.
The smell of the room was too real, sweat and female arousal.
Sakura's limp body, foot still twitching, was too real.
Naruto, crouched by his wife, a massive tent in his pants...no the stimulation of it all was too real to mistake it for the charade of a designed porn production.
Naruto stood up from the ground, reaching for his pants.
"What are you doing?" Sasuke asked, standing up himself in shock.
"Y'know, Sasuke, I think it's time for you to step out for a lil while. Your wife needs to be taken care of."
"What?! We didn't agree to this today."
Sasuke glanced at Sakura, expecting her to chirp in agreement.
Her arm rested on her forehead, green eyes meeting his, before they settled on Naruto's bulge.
Sasuke wanted to scream. Why?! Naruto's cock wasn't even out yet, and she looked at it with such hunger.
The worst part was she remained silent, his wife who would have his back no matter the issue, silent.
Sasuke nearly fell to his knees, the urge to retch overwhelming.
"Oi." Sasuke turned back to Naruto, his glare fierce. "Get out."
One word, the same way he'd make black flames engulf Naruto, one word and he could also have Naruto exiting his house, Sakura in Sasuke's grasp, unsullied by another man's cock.
That was the power of the safe word.
He glanced at his wife, who ignored him, her sights set on Naruto alone. And he walked out the door of his bedroom, closing the door behind him.
Sasuke rested his forehead against the door, pulling his sensitive cock from his underwear, stroking it softly as he imagined what Naruto was doing with his wife just beyond it.
The sounds, they helped.
Naruto's animalistic grunts and Sakura's high moans. The bed frame creaking, the headboard slamming against the wall, flesh slapping against flesh — violently.
His wife and bestfriend, the two most important people in his life, fucking.
"I'm coming, oh Naruto please, don't stop! Yes, yes, coming!"
And Sasuke did too, two pumps and a gasp, a pathetic jet of semen staining the wood grain of his door, cock shriveling in his palm.
Sasuke leaned against the door, eyes blurry with unshed tears, his chest aching more than his cock.
But the sounds from beyond the door didn't stop, and so Sasuke didn't either, tugging his cock, wishing it were him giving Sakura all this pleasure.