Sasuke adored being a parent, but he adored the weekly 'day off' that much more. A tradition started early in their marriage that each of them gets at least a full day where they have no obligation to stay home, to feed or entertain the children. Usually they spent at least some of it at the manor anyway, to be fair, usually Sasuke spent the bulk of his time training.
Often the kids accompanied him out to the fields, sometimes even sparring with Roku or Sarada, but not that morning. That day, their mother apparently had plans with them, and he was more than happy enough to have some solitude.
That was rare enough at this stage of his life.
He fought his way through a few basic workouts, then exercised some of his more frightening and grandiose powers, refreshing his memory where it wouldn't bother anyone. It was essential to make sure they still worked in the event of a real emergency, or heaven forbid, a war. Besides, it felt good to flex once in a while.
Even if it did have him a bit exhausted coming home. Finding it empty was a pleasant surprise, but not one he thought much of. If anything, it bode well; getting the entirety of their children out of the house was an ordeal, one that usually meant something special for him and the wife. Given what they discussed recently, Sasuke thought it prudent to clean himself up pronto.
The warm shower did wonders for his aching muscles anyway, warming his whole body up as he scrubbed every layer of dirt and debris away.
He expected a treat, but he was shocked to find Sakura.
Strolling out of the attached bathroom back into the bedroom for a pair of clean clothes had him finding her, right there on the bed. She was even posing! That well and truly shocked him. Almost as much as the risqué pink lingerie adorning her breasts and surrounding her snatch, she'd dolled herself up too, made a truly beautiful sight for him.
Still, he hesitated.
"Sakura? What on earth brought you to my home?" he asked cautiously, even as a hint of amusement found its way into his voice.
"Oh, Karin just put an idea in my head last week is all," she explained, pushing her hair back with a fanciful wave. "I just thought it'd be a lot of fun for us to have a night together, you know, for old times sake?" she kneeled upright on the bed at the question, facing him upright as a hand trailed down her body. Her tight, fit, muscular form was such a contrast from his now soft wife.
Not to mention the meager breasts.
Sakura, for her part, thought that would work to her advantage. That after over a dozen children, Karin probably had the snatch and body of a human train wreck. Meanwhile, she had the form of a skilled warrior, one who was about as healthy as a woman in her forties could be. Sasuke had already run out on his wife and kid once; she knew all too well, how hard could it be to make him do it again?
Especially now that Karin was barren and useless.
It was that thought that gave her the confidence to pounce forward and kiss him firmly. He placed a hand on her shoulder, and for a moment she squealed in glee behind her face, then he firmly pulled her back a good six inches.
"And does my wonderful wife know that you're here, that we're doing this?" he asked with suspicion plain in his voice.
"Does that really matter, Sasuke?" a hand trailed down his chest at that question.
"Yes, it does," he insisted.
"Ahhhh, you're so sweet, not cheating on me like a good boy!" the woman who'd appeared from the darkness managed to get close enough to kiss his cheek before he even fully turned to see her. A whimsical laugh escaped as he realized that she'd climbed out of the dresser.
That or the glee of seeing the sexy red robe he loved so very much was donned.
She hadn't worn that in a while.
It was almost as nice as the manic, excited smile that was stretched so staunchly against his wife's face. That evil glint in her eye. He felt guilty already. She broke him from these thoughts by slapping him firmly on the chest, lightly and repeatedly, playfully.
"Go on then, fuck you're first lovey, have fun!" she insisted, even backing up and sitting on the other side of the bed. He looked back at his ex-wife, still perched up on the bed right beside him. Sweet hell, she was beautiful.
He kissed her in an instant, tracing a hand in featherlight touches down her neck and ribs respectively. Rediscovering her body with his gentle combing. All the while, the soft smack of their making out echoed over the bed, that and the faint hums she released.
"You're so… thin and small," he commented, choosing his compliments with the utmost caution. "So goddamn beautiful," he dared finish, before taking an especially long and greedy kiss. When it finally broke, she chuckled faintly. A hand came up to feel his chest again as she spoke.
"You're just as cute and cut as I remember; Karin said you got even better with age, though I admit I'm a little skeptical," she teased, taking another kiss before hearing the inquisitive hum he released. "Are you going to give it to me good? Give me your A-game?" she asked.
"Nah," he said, surprising her. "I'd have to eat you out for that, and I really don't want to stop kissing those delicious pink lips of yours," he growled against her face before taking one of them between his teeth, chewing gently on the little thing while her brain lagged. All the same, he also got to work pleasuring her properly. He dipped his fingers into her snatch rapidly, changing patterns frequently without warning until she begged him with her squeals to keep the pace exactly where it was.
Four fingers wiggling wildly inside her, as it turned out, was the magic combo.
Soon she was screaming down his throat, and when that was done, he came off the bed to check on his wife. Her grin hadn't left, though he thought it might have softened. She had her own hand pleasuring her own womanhood, for whatever that was worth.
He turned his gaze back to the ex-wife.
"I really did love you Sakura; I still do, in a way. I think you're amazing," he told her truthfully, delighted to see the pink blush spreading across her face.
"W-well, maybe this can be a…shift in our relationship, one bringing us closer to where we were," she asked with an adorable head tilt. Sasuke snickered, even as he felt guilty for it. He felt guilty for his response too.
"That depends on what the wife says," he warned, speaking gently and still seeing the downturn in her eyes. With that, he looked down on her womanhood, glistening wet and pink and practically calling out for him to fuck it! He brushed the head of his cock against it, reveling its warmth, before slowly inserting it.
"W-wait, aren't you going to wear a condom?" she suddenly shrieked.
"Oof! Gee Sakura, really? I know you're hot, but you really think you're going to steal my husband away if you won't even carry his kid?" she mocked sadistically.
"Still don't have an apprentice trained highly enough?" Sasuke dared mock in addition, widening her eyes as his cock sank deeper into her.
"FUUHHHAYEIIIFUCKING HATE YOU!" she seethed as her insides were so thoroughly stuffed.
"Should I stop? Take it out?" he asked dryly. "Nobody made you come here, and she sure as hell didn't bring you into my home to insult us,"
The silence lingered as his cock paused, just a couple inches inside her.
"Just fuck me asshole," she grumbled, trailing off into a groan as he obeyed her in long, slow thrusts.
"How does she feel?" Karin asked, hovering on her knees right between them, staring into his eyes not inches away. In love with this new angle she could watch him sweat and grunt from. He looked conflicted before he answered, afraid.
She fucking loved it.
"Tight…almost painfully tight," he admitted, the contrast nearly taking his breath away.
"Does she feel better than me?" she asked with a deep pout and a begging pair of eyes. He couldn't help pulling her mouth to his, kissing her passionately, enthusiastically guiding the liplock with a hand in her hair! All the while, he continued rutting into Sakura.
"Nothing and nobody is better than you, love," he assured.
"YOU…FUCKING….SERIOUS?!" Sakura hiss from below, staring up at the affectionate make-out while either of her hands squeezed the sheets for dear life. The long, familiar cock pulling her towards what was perhaps the most intense orgasm of her life, definitely the best in a decade.
The pull-down caused Sasuke to break the kiss and spit out a swear, which was nice.
Less nice was the way it caused him to burst and fill her quivering pussy with an enormous, viscous load of his cum. She shuddered at the thought of another baby. At her age, she'd never be able to keep up with it, and Karin would be such a bitch about it, she knew!
In a very real way, she already was.
Sasuke wasn't even done catching his breath when she practically fell off the bed on him, honing in silently like some kind of horny wild animal. He almost fell backwards before they fell on the mattress together in a mash of limbs, the bed shaking from the intensity of their sudden, passionate lovemaking. That would have been bad enough in itself.
What was ten times worse was Karin not even letting them hold a kiss, and she heard Sasuke try!
Briefly.
The head spent most of the time slobbering her neck in between answering the endless, enthusiastic questions about 'who had the best pussy in the world' and 'who do you love more than any woman in the world' and 'who has the best bust in all of Konoha?'
Questions that made her hear that damn name of that damn, scheming, skank scientist who stole her husband and constantly gloated that fucking fact over her!
Karin
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