Himawari had fallen asleep not long after dinner—they left her in her room, to rest soundly, a soft smile on her lips.
Hinata, Sakura, and Sasuke fooled around for a while longer...but it was clear that Sasuke was tired from his journey, and from the foursome and gangbang.
Sakura had to get back to the hospital anyhow; she said her goodbyes, kissed Sasuke on the cheek, and departed.
Hinata hugged Sasuke warmly, gave him a kiss on the cheek as well, and bid him a goodnight. With Naruto cleaning up in the kitchen, and Hinata ready for bed, Sasuke departed.
The journey home was quiet. When he got there, the living room light was on—he knew Sarada was going to be home, but he had anticipated her to be fast asleep. Still...he hadn't told her when he was going to be home from his excursion outside of the village. A little white lie that he had only just gotten home couldn't harm her, Sasuke thought, as he twisted the key in the lock.
As he opened the door, he saw her on the couch...sitting unnaturally still, staring directly at him, big black eyes glinting behind red-rimmed glasses.
He closed the door behind him—the second thing he noticed was that the television wasn't on. In fact, it seemed very much as if she wasn't just staying up late for the sake of staying up late.
It seemed that she'd been staying up late...waiting.
For him, Sasuke realized.
"Sarada?" Sasuke said softly, unnerved by the look in her eyes.
"Papa…" she began, just as quietly. "...how was your trip?"
"It was fine," said Sasuke. "I just got back into the village a few moments ago."
Sarada chuckled darkly. She lowered her head, her eyes concealed by her dark hair.
"Really?" Sarada said. "That's funny—because I just went over to the Hokage's house...and I saw you."
His blood turned to ice, and he felt himself instinctively tense.
"I- I'm sorry?" he said. "I...what did you say?"
Sarada smiled, thought it was an unnerving one, not at all comforting.
"I saw you...and Mama...and Hinata...and Himawari. Fucking," she spat, "I saw you all fucking, Papa. You—fucking all of them. And the Hokage was watching—enjoying it."
She breathed deep, her nostrils flaring.
"I only have one question to ask you, Papa…"
He sighed.
"What is it, Sarada?" Sasuke asked, already wary of what she was about to say.
She took a deep breath and asked the question.
Naruto came upstairs, having finished with the kitchen, to still find Hinata wide-awake and alert. She was reading—one of those dime novels you could get at any store, Naruto saw from the cover.
She smiled at him as he crept beneath the sheets with her.
"Did you enjoy tonight?" asked Hinata, as she flipped a page in her book.
"It was great!" Naruto grinned. "I definitely wouldn't mind seeing you guys have a foursome again. How about you?"
"It was...exhilarating," Hinata said after a short pause. "I never thought sharing a man could be such a pleasant experience; I suppose Sasuke proved me wrong."
"To be fair, he did make clones," Naruto pointed out.
"That's true—but I'd take one of him over a dozen of you in the bedroom," said Hinata in a placid tone.
It ought to come across as an insult, but Naruto simply continued to smile at her.
"Speaking of which," said Naruto. "I wanted to try something a little—different. From our typical routine with Sasuke that is."
Her interest peaked, Hinata calmly closed her book, giving Naruto her full attention. "And what's that?" she asked.
"I feel like I'm holding you two back with my schedule," Naruto said. "And y'know, I can't keep cutting my days short and skipping lunch, either. Not for a while anyhow, what with all the fuss around the Chunin exams going on."
Hinata blinked. "I mean...unless you're suggesting that we sneak a bed into your office so you can work and watch us, I don't know what you're getting at…"
"You know, that's not a bad idea," Naruto said, rubbing his chin.
She gave him a reproachful look. "Naruto," said Hinata, aghast.
"I'm kidding!" he insisted. "No, that's not what I had in mind at all. I just...well, it's not like you guys haven't done it a few times already." He offered her a big smile. "I think you guys ought to get together by yourselves a little bit more."
"Without you watching?" Hinata said.
"Exactly," said Naruto. "As long as you're willing to tell me all of the dirty details afterward."
She smiled hesitantly. "I d-do that anyway," Hinata murmured. "But wouldn't that- I don't know...defeat the purpose?"
He shook his head. "Do I prefer getting to watch you pounded up close and personal? Yeah, of course. But am I perfectly happy with the knowledge that you're getting fucked nice and good? That's a definite yep as well."
"So you just want us to-" She paused. "I don't know…"
"Oh, come off it," Naruto said. "Don't pretend as if you've never imagined heading over to his house for a good fuck."
Hinata bit her lip. "I-I've imagined it, but I can't imagine doing it."
"Well, you've got my express permission," said Naruto. "In fact, as your Hokage, I'm ordering you to go over to Sasuke's house tomorrow and get pounded while you're there."
"N-Naruto!"
"Hokage's orders," he said, cracking a grin.
She sighed. "If you in-insist," she said, though it was impossible to stop herself from smiling. "And I'll tell you all about it tomorrow night."
"Sounds good," Naruto said, yawning right after. "I'll talk to you in the morning." He rolled over, closing his eyes.
"Good night," Hinata said, opening her book back up.
Calling herself nervous seemed an understatement—she was terrified.
Sure, she had been with Sasuke alone before...but always, always there had been someone else there. Either Naruto, always eager to watch, or Himawari, always eager to get fucked right alongside her.
Never had she experienced it all on her lonesome before...and never had she dared to go to his house to do it.
She couldn't deny the thrill of it, though.
With her heart in her throat, Hinata walked up the path to the Uchiha household.
A shaking hand reached up; she knocked thrice, then waited, her legs wobbling ever so slightly as the seconds ticked on by.
The door opened. Sasuke stared down at her, an eyebrow quirked.
"Naruto told me you may be coming by today," said Sasuke. "I didn't think you'd actually do it, though."
"W-well...here I am," Hinata said.
"Here you are," Sasuke said.
He stepped to the side.
With an iron ball settling in her throat, Hinata walked inside.
The door closed behind her, blocking her escape.
"Hinata will be coming over today," he said quietly.
"I- I can watch?"
He bit his lip. "If she's okay with it," said the man. "I don't mind indulging your...desire. But I won't do it in an underhanded manner."
"Papa-"
"You heard me," came his firm reply. "Either you can ask her yourself, or I'll talk to her."
The young woman sighed, lowering her head. She couldn't quite meet her father's gaze.
"I'll talk to her," she mumbled.
Hinata stared at Sarada, who stared right back. She was seated on the couch, legs crossed, her eyes keened.
"O-oh...Sarada…" Hinata said. "I was just coming over to borrow some ingredients. I- I talked to your mother about it earlier."
Sasuke had to chuckle. "She knows," he said, giving Hinata a reassuring pat on the shoulder. "And she wants to talk to you. I'll be upstairs...waiting. Come to me when you're ready."
With that, he trudged up the stairs, leaving the two of them alone. Hinata stood still, right by the locked door, almost tempted to throw herself out into the lawn. 'She knows?' Hinata thought. 'How?'
Sarada on the other hand, seemed resolute in her conviction. She sighed, squeezing her knee tightly, staring up at Hinata with those big black eyes.
"If you're wondering how I know: well...I wasn't trying to snoop. All I wanted to do was find out why my mom lied to me about being at the hospital last night. So I went over to your house and well-" She paused. "I saw you...and Himawari...and Mama. All with my Papa."
"Oh," Hinata said, pursing her lips together.
Well that would certainly explain how she knew.
"A-and you're...wanting to talk to me about it?" asked Hinata, white eyes curious. She tilted her head to the side, looking at Sarada thoughtfully.
"Yes- well, no."
Hinata gave her a questioning look.
"I...want to watch," Sarada whispered.
She stared.
Then, Hinata giggled.
Sarada blinked. "W-what?" she said, her cheeks heating up. She pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose, pursing her lips together and trying to look dignified.
"N-nothing," said Hinata. It suddenly occurred to her that really, Sarada did take after Naruto in a way. Though Hinata was sure that Sarada would be keen to join in on the fun before long...whether they were bound by blood or not, there wasn't a woman alive that could resist a man as virile as Sasuke. "Sure," Hinata continued. "I'm alright with you watching."
Sarada smiled. "Cool…" she murmured. The young woman stood up, smoothing out the front of her outfit. "I'll be going then."
Hinata gave her a questioning look.
Sasuke smirked, stepping up behind her, placing a hand on her shoulder. "What, did you think Sarada was going to watch this time?" he asked her.
She looked up at him, shocked. "I-" Hinata's sentence caught in her throat—the answer was a most definite "yes", she had assumed Sarada would be watching this time. But she couldn't bring herself to say it, not when it was dawning on her that...
"Sorry to disappoint you," Sasuke said. "But this time it's just going to me and you." He looked up. "Are you going to be home for dinner?" he said to Sarada.
"Sure," Sarada said. "Is she going to be here?"
"Probably."
"Is she going to cook?"
"Definitely."
Sarada smiled. "At least I know I have some good cooking to look forward to," she said, stepping past them and making for the door.
"Don't be like that," Sasuke grumbled, rolling his eyes. "I'm better than your mom is at any rate."
"That's not a very high bar to set for yourself," Sarada said with a giggle. "I'll see you later, Papa...Hinata. Have fun."
With that, she left, closing and locking the door behind her.
Hinata hadn't said a word—she was staring into space, Sasuke's hand still on her shoulder.
"Oh, come on," said Sasuke. "I'm not that scary, am I?"
"It's not that I'm scared…" Hinata whispered. "It's just that—" Her voice caught in her throat.
'I'm scared of what I'll do without Naruto around,' she thought.
"Don't worry," Sasuke said. "I'll take real good care of you."
She blinked and then, suddenly, she was swept off of her feet.
He carried her bridal-style, not even batting an eye as she squeaked and clutched at him. "Sasuke—" she said, but her words caught in her throat yet again as he pulled her close, taking them up the stairs without further interlude.
Sasuke let them into the master bedroom. Setting Hinata down on the mattress, he looked down at her, smirking.
"You look like you've seen a ghost," he said, already undoing his pants.
Hinata shuddered. "I—"
"Yes, we've never fucked just the two of us before," said Sasuke. "This time there's no Himawari, no Naruto, no camera...just us. I hope you didn't think that was lost on me."
"How—how did you know that was what I was thinking?"
Sasuke stared at her long and hard.
He let out a chuckle.
"Have you assumed that all this time I haven't been paying attention?" he asked. Then, before she could respond, before she could even register his words, Sasuke opted to continue. "I know you, Hinata. I've spent a long time around you since all of this began...and I took the time to learn more about you than just the contours of your body." He offered her a smirk. "Let's just say that I know exactly what you're worried about."
He leaned forward, looking directly into her eyes—despite her rabid anxiety, she couldn't look away.
"The two of us have discussed it you know," said Sasuke. "He told me that he's given you permission. So whatever it is you're worried about...don't worry. Naruto is fully aware of what can and may happen, and is perfectly content with it."
She breathed deep.
"You're sure…?" Hinata squeaked out.
"Oh, I'm sure," Sasuke said, his trousers sliding to the floor in a swish of cloth. "And let's be honest—does it matter either way?"
As that long, hard cocked uncoiled, Hinata knew that it didn't.
She was trapped in a room with the one man in the world who had her in the palm of his hands—he could do anything to her. He was going to do anything and everything to her.
Hinata bit her lip; she was just along for the ride. He knew, and she knew it.
"Will you at least promise me one thing?" she asked, her voice soft as she began to take off her shirt.
He tilted his head to the side, curious as to what she had to say.
"Within reason," he said.
"I know h-how you are...how you'll want to taunt him," Hinata whispered, as she shimmied out of her pants, leaving her just in a pair of bra and panties. "But just do me one favor...no s-specifics."
"No specifics?" asked Sasuke.
She chewed on the inside of her cheek. "You can t-tease him...taunt him. But don't tell him exactly what I say...what I might d-do. Please," she said, a begging tone in her voice. "I don't want to know how he'll react. E-even if he doesn't care."
He chuckled—that reaction didn't assuage her worries, that was for sure. But his words did.
"Sure," Sasuke said calmly. "No specifics. Now shall we?"
"We shall…" she breathed.
He crawled onto the bed, pulling her close so that she could feel every inch of his firm, hard body pressed against hers. His warmth was intoxicating as ever—she felt his ample length pressing against her, delicious cock hard and needy.
He nibbled at the nape of her neck, greedy in his endeavors.
"Finally," he groaned, as he rubbed his member against her. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to have you all to myself."
The way he said those words; she knew that he meant them. And of course, that begged the question…
"H-how long?" she dared to ask.
"From the moment this all began," he hissed into her ear. "From the second I got a chance to experience just how nice it is to fuck you." He smirked, undoing her bra and flinging it to the side with due diligence. "Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed doing it in front of Naruto—I'm no saint. Watching him get all hot and bothered while I screwed his wife in front of him was cathartic in ways you could never dream of."
He breathed in deep.
"Doing it with Himawari there was fun too. But you, Hinata...you're perfect. With that tight little pussy and how eager you are to please me. I've wanted to have you all to myself since the beginning...no Naruto to want...no Himawari to worry about. Just you and me."
For a moment, she said nothing.
Instead, she reached her arms down, pulling off her panties and tossing them to the side as frivolously as he had her bra.
"Here I am," Hinata mumbled. "All yours to take."
Sasuke laughed as he took off his shirt. "I hope you don't mind if I indulge myself, then."
He got himself into position, all ready to insert himself inside of her...and then he paused.
She seized the opportunity.
Throwing her legs around him, she pulled him close, pressing her forehead against his. He could feel her breath cascading against his lips—staring deeply into her eyes, he saw so many mixed emotions.
"Remember," Hinata whispered. "No specifics."
And then she kissed him, so deeply and passionately that it shocked him.
He couldn't help but smile.
Rearing his hips back, he entered her; she moaned into his mouth. Still kissing, he began to thrust in and out of her, their bodies intertwined and interconnected.
"Oh god," she whimpered, as he thrust long and hard into her, ensuring every inch was buried to the hilt inside of her before he withdrew. "You're so big."
He chuckled. "No need to put on a show," he said in jest, breathing deep as he bottomed out inside of her yet again.
"It's no show," Hinata insisted. "You're just- huge."
Sasuke smirked. "Keep inflating my ego and I'll kiss you again, little miss Hyūga. You did seem to enjoy it."
"Y-you're a good kisser," she said, flushing.
His smirk widened, and instead of replying, he merely leaned down, taking her lips into his once more. Passionate and deep—an intimate kiss seemed to drive her more wild than any amount of foreplay could. Her snatch pulsed around him, and she was tighter, wetter, more responsive than ever. He found himself falling in love with her pussy all over again.
Sakura and Himawari had their upsides, sure, but there was just something so sickly sweet about Hinata.
He wasn't sure what it was...maybe it was her perfect body. Maybe it was her ruthlessness in the bedroom, always so intent on getting him off. Or maybe it was the euphoria of sleeping with Naruto's wife.
Maybe it was even all of the above.
Still kissing, still thrusting, Hinata couldn't get over how intimate it all was. The heat of their bodies, the creaking of the bed. There was nobody watching...it was just the two of them.
She couldn't get enough of it.
Hinata moaned into his mouth as he thrust, deeper, harder. Her arms and legs were locked around him, and with all the strength in her small frame, she held him close. She didn't want him to stop thrusting. She didn't want him to pull out when the time came. And she most certainly didn't want to stop making out with him, either.
She could feel it…
Twisting in her gut, infecting her very soul.
She locked her legs tighter around him. "I'm close," she whispered, hands around his neck, her lips an inch away from his own.
With no mercy, he thrust into her; hard, hard, so hard that the bed was vibrating dangerously beneath them. She was gasping, with pleasure, with glee—she was even gasping for air, as every deep thrust would leave her breathless.
She couldn't have held back if she tried. With a moan, she came on his cock, Hinata kissing him fiercely as she did so.
It was glorious. Her entire body lit up like fireworks. He could feel her pulsing around him, and her kiss was as passionate and intimate as any he'd ever experienced.
"I'm-"
"Inside me, please," she begged, before he could even finish his sentence.
She kissed him again, and with the firm lock her legs had around his waist, it wasn't as if he was in much of a position to argue.
Sasuke groaned into her mouth, bottoming out inside of her.
He came inside of her—not pulling out even an inch. Every throb, every twitch...it produced a jet of hot white cum that shot straight into her depths. She was giddy, intoxicated even, purring and kissing him as he creampied her.
Quite some time later, when he was at last spent, Hinata finally let him free from the deep, intimate kiss. They stared into each other's eyes, breathing deep, still entwined with one another.
"I-I l-love you…" she whimpered.
"I know," Sasuke said, stroking her hair affectionately. "I know."
"N-no specifics…" Hinata mumbled.
"No specifics," he repeated.
He leaned down, kissing her on the cheek.
Then he got off of her, groaning as he did so, stretching and cracking his knuckles. He laid beside her, Hinata purring as his seed began to ooze out of her.
He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close, putting his back against the headboard. Hinata rested her head against his chest.
They laid there for a while in silence, breathing deep, their bodies sweaty and flushed. Outside the window, the sun slowly rose. It was as normal a day as ever in Konoha...and if Sasuke squinted, he could just make out the Hokage's tower, where Naruto was at right that second.
"I want you to know…" Naruto had said, as they talked in confidence. "...that there's no hard feelings, if Hinata starts to love you."
Sasuke raised an eyebrow. "You really don't have a lot of faith in your relationship, do you?"
"No, I do," said Naruto. "But Hinata has a big heart. She's opened herself up to you in ways she's only ever done with me before—and frankly, you've done nothing but surpass me in all of those regards. It's only a matter of time, and well, I good as told her to head over to your house and get fucked in private with you later. I've got a gut feeling that she's finally going to admit it to you."
Sasuke shrugged. "It's not my intention...having your wife fall in love with me."
"I know it isn't," Naruto said. "But could you honestly say that you'd stop if I asked you to? That you wouldn't see her anymore? That you could help yourself?"
"I could," Sasuke said. And he meant it—even if he definitely wanted to keep things going the way there were, he still held a lot of respect for Naruto. If the blonde asked him to stop, he would stop.
"Fuck. You actually mean that, don't you?" said Naruto.
Sasuke simply nodded.
Naruto sighed.
"Well, I couldn't bring myself to ask you to stop, even if I wanted," Naruto murmured. "And Hinata? You've got her wrapped around your finger. I just want you to have an open conscience—whatever happens...whatever goes down between you two...it's fine. I like it. Okay?"
Sasuke nodded. "Alright."
He laid there, with Naruto's wife cocooned in his arms, and he pondered.
Was this what Naruto had wanted? For Hinata to be so intimate with him? For her to openly declare to Sasuke that she loved him?
It probably was what Naruto wanted, Sasuke thought.
Less and less it seemed that Naruto desired what the whole premise of this relationship had been—a simple affair, where Hinata got to sleep with a better man.
No...it had become so much more than that.
It seemed as if Naruto wanted Sasuke to take over his role in their life. To become the man in Hinata's life. To be the centre of their family, to be the man that Hinata was in love with, the person Himawari respected as she never could her own father.
It was as if he wanted Sasuke to usurp his family...to enable Naruto to sit on the sidelines and watch, participating when he wished, enjoying every moment of his ultimate humiliation.
And perhaps even join—though even Naruto seemed reluctant to admit that, considering that they had agreed to bury any thoughts of 'Naruko' for the time being.
Sasuke breathed in, then out. He stared down at the gorgeous woman in his arms...and smiled. He thought of Himawari, of Sakura, even of Sarada who was due soon to join in this crazy affair of theirs.
It was all so much fun.
It was exhilarating, enjoyable, entertaining—
And most importantly, they all shared in the benefits.
Naruto got to have his dream fulfilled...even if that dream had shifted from watching his wife get plowed into watching his family get usurped.
Sasuke got to enjoy himself with two beautiful women.
Himawari got to learn what it was like to be Sasuke's woman.
And Hinata got to have two men in her life to love with all her heart.
Even Sakura was winning out in the end, with her husband satisfied despite her busy schedule, and the group of them able to engage in foursomes whenever she wished.
It really was a win-win situation.
As Sasuke laid back, and felt Hinata rest in his arms, he really couldn't imagine a better way for all of this to have panned out.
He leaned down, giving her a kiss on the cheek. She smiled, pushing closer to him, her eyes closed and her body at ease.
"What do you want to do?" he whispered into her ear, after some time spent in silence.
She giggled. "I'm starving."
He smiled. "Let's head downstairs, then."
By the time they were cleaned up and ready to head downstairs, Sarada had already texted Sasuke if it was safe to come home.
Sasuke showed the message to Hinata. "What should I say?" he asked. It didn't matter to him—but he was sure Hinata was feeling...emotional. If she wanted to spend a little more time alone with him, he would give her that.
But Hinata didn't seem worried. "Tell her to come over," she said, running a finger up and down his chest. "I guess we can get a start on that whole watching thing of hers, huh?"
The corners of his lips curled upward.
"I guess so," said Sasuke.
He sent his daughter a quick text, telling her to come over at her leisure. Then they made their way downstairs, nude as the day they were born.
Of course, they spent a minute making sure all the curtains were drawn. Sarada peeping on them had been one thing, but being so careless would not be prudent going forward.
Then they started dinner.
Hinata gasped as he jerked her head back, his grip tightening in her hair. He rammed into her from behind, the white-eyed babe pressed against his counter, legs shaking with every thrust into her core.
"Oh god! Oh god!" she moaned.
Every few moments, Sasuke would slow down. Hinata would breath heavy for a few seconds, her face flushed, her body spasming; and then she would attend to their slowly simmering dinner for a short while. Once the necessary work had been put in, Sasuke would start right back up, ramming into her at high speed.
That was the sight Sarada Uchiha walked in on.
She opened the door—the first thing she heard was an achingly loud moan. With the reflexes only a kunoichi could possess, Sarada threw herself through the open door frame, shutting it behind her before any noise could get out.
Not even taking her sandals off, she sped through the house, rounding a corner and…
"Oh," she said with a squeak.
Sasuke glanced over at her, jerking back Hinata's head yet again as he did so.
"Welcome home," he said, his voice terse as he slammed himself to the hilt. "Don't worry, she's making enough for all of us."
"Papa…!" Sarada said, her cheeks the same color as her crimson-rimmed glasses.
"What?" said Sasuke. "You wanted to watch." He leaned down, giving Hinata a kiss on the cheek as he continued to thrust into her. "So watch."
"I-I just thought…"
Sarada bit her lip.
It was hard to think about the morality of what she was seeing; especially with Hinata's moans ringing in her ears.
Sasuke paused. He pulled out of Hinata, who groaned with despair, looking back with a doe-like look in her eyes.
He turned toward Sarada, cock swinging as he went.
"You wanted to watch," he said plainly. Sarada's gaze was drawn straight to his cock—it throbbed, and twitched, slick with Hinata's essence. "So here you are, with the perfect view. No need to hide, or to peek through curtains. So what's making this so difficult?"
Father stared at daughter for a good long while—or rather, Sasuke stared at her, while Sarada took in the contours of his throbbing, bobbing cock.
Hinata groaned as she pushed away from the counter; he had been pressing her against it so firmly that there was a mark on her stomach. She looked between the two of them.
"What do you think, Hinata?" asked Sasuke, his voice quiet.
She bit her lip—as observant as she was, it was second-nature for her to know the uncomfortable truth about a situation. It was entirely foreign to her, however, to say the truth about it.
But when Sasuke asked her to do something…
She felt compelled to obey.
"I-I think she doesn't want to watch, Sasuke," Hinata mumbled, looking at Sarada with those big white eyes.
Sasuke exhaled. "Then what does she want to do?"
Sarada felt her voice was gone; try as she might to say something, the power of speech seemed lost. She could only watch on as Hinata told her father exactly as she felt...for there was no denying it.
"I think she wants to join," Hinata said.
Sasuke tilted his head to the side thoughtfully.
"Join?" he said, the word sounding odd on his lips.
Hinata swallowed. "She...she has the same look that Himawari did," the woman murmured. "when she first caught us. I think she likes what she s-sees and wants to experience it for herself; even if you are her father."
"You're saying I should fuck my own daughter?"
"N-no!" Hinata insisted. "I'm just—well, she wants to join. That's a-all I'm saying."
Sasuke exhaled.
"I've fucked you plenty of times, Hinata," he said. "I fucked your daughter. I even- well, you know what I did, concerning our friend. And yet...never did I imagine the idea that my own daughter would want to join in on the...fun."
He looked at Sarada, his eyes piercing.
"Is it true, Sarada?" he asked her. "Did you want to join?"
Her heart thudded in her ears. Slowly, she looked from her father, to Hinata, who was avoiding her gaze. Hinata...who looked as if she were resting on the clouds of heaven, having spent quite a while with Sasuke while she had been out.
She closed her eyes; and she nodded.
"Come here," said Sasuke.
Her movement was robotic—but move she did, and soon, Sarada was standing right in front of them.
Sasuke wrapped his arm around her, pulling her close. It was a hug, she realized—and just as soon as it began, it was over. He held her at arm's length, hands on her shoulders.
"I want you to talk to Himawari about this," he said quietly. "She would know better than anyone what you might be feeling. Talk to her," he intoned. "And make your decision then, and only then." Sasuke was unflinching, not betraying a single emotion. "I'm willing to include you in all of this, Sarada...but it's not something you can walk away from all that easily. Remember that."
Sarada swallowed. "Yes, Papa. I'll talk to Himawari, Papa."
"Good." He patted her cheek affectionately. "Himawari is probably over at their house. You can go and talk to her now, or later if you want, but I want an answer by tomorrow."
"Of course, Papa."
"In the mean time, you can stay for dinner."
He let her go after that, and he turned his gaze to Hinata. Sarada felt as if a spell had been broken; she tip-toed away, eventually finding herself seated at the dining room table.
Sasuke and Hinata were already fucking again. And Sarada was merely a spectator, watching as the woman she had seen as an aunt all her life was bent over their kitchen counter and pounded like a rabid bitch.
She bit her lip.
It was marvelous, watching Sasuke at work. His long and beautiful cock, his expert ability at making Hinata quiver with the lightest touches.
Hinata too, seemed so perfect. She looked so at peace, more in touch with herself than Sarada had ever seen her...more happy than she thought possible.
Not to mention the fact that she was cooking and getting fucked at the same time—that in itself was impressive, especially with how enormous Sasuke was. Sarada couldn't imagine being able to think for a week after taking a cock like that, let alone multitask while it was inside of her.
She tapped her fingers on the dining room table.
As they both grew close to climax, Sarada chewed the inside of her cheek, her panties drenched.
As their moaning grew into a crescendo, Sarada looked away; she couldn't bear to see it, lest she lose herself in the mental image of being in Hinata's place. All she knew is that Sasuke most certainly did not pull out.
Eventually, she had to hope that it was safe to look. So she did.
She regretted it—immediately.
For Sasuke was just pulling out of Hinata, and the first thing Sarada saw was the dribble of cum that was already oozing down the woman's thigh. It was beautiful...a perfect creampie. From the look on Hinata's face, it seemed euphoric.
Yet, all Sarada could think about was how she wanted it to be her who was getting creampied.
With that over and done with, Hinata was free to focus on cooking—even with a creampie running down her legs to provide distraction, she was done before long. Soon, steaming hot plates were slid in front of Sarada and the satisfied Sasuke, while Hinata sat down with one of her own.
They ate. Sarada ate the quickest, excusing herself when she was done.
She couldn't defy her father; she had to talk to Himawari before she made a decision. Yet, there was no doubt in Sarada's mind.
More than anything, she wanted to sleep with her own father.