Chapter 4: Chapter 3 - Onsen 1

Hyuuga Hinata sank herself into the onsen with a sigh. She had her hair tied up in a bun to keep it out of the water, and relaxed against the stones.

Ino whistled. "Every time I see them, I get more amazed." She said sincerely.

"Hm?" Hinata asked.

"You know." Ino gestured, holding up her own breasts. "You have these amazing, gravity defying breasts. They're just perfect. So I don't get why Naruto…"

"Hm?"

"N-No. It's nothing." Ino blushed. Whatever was going on between the two of them, Hinata was certainly in on it.

Ino remembered seeing the womanly Hyuuga, face and afore-mentioned gigantic titties smeared in a mixture of her man's cum and his pet's fuck juices. Hinata had been waiting patiently with hands folded, standing at the side. Just there waiting to serve.

It was something that stayed with Ino overnight, almost more than the knowledge of the adulterous, violent, and domineering act itself. That patience and acceptance of it all. The way she seemed to be perfectly accepting of it. As if it were natural. As if it were her place.

As if she was too relieved to just to have a turn on such a magnificent man's cock that the rest of it didn't matter.

Or maybe Ino was projecting, she thought, while rubbing her thighs together in anguish. Or something.

All aside, Hinata really was a catch.

Hinata was a lovely woman. Both in temperament and form. She had grown into a woman that, if one put aside the baggy clothes, had a knockout figure that matched her sensei tit for tat.

Pale and unblemished skin. A tight midriff. A round ass, and breasts second only to Tsunade-sama that jutted out proudly.

But the Hyuuga hid it when she could.

"Why'd you take so long to get in?" Ino asked.

"I was… cleaning myself. There were some… hard to reach spots."

I never seem to go anywhere these days without a load of Naruto-kun's inside of me…

Hinata sighed happily. Naruto had become a very possessive man. He was attentive and loving as well.

Though various women couldn't seem to resist his cock, he paid special attention to his wife.

Women like Anko thought they had it good. The Special-Jounin often admitted that having her Nympho desires satiated with such savage bondage and dominance was akin to finding her own Holy Land.

But Naruto did not fuck his bondage slaves at the expense of time with his wife. Naruto was not good at compromises or half-measures. It was so in his childhood, and it remained so today.

The Hyuuga Heiress had found out the hard way. She had rapidly gone from virginity to a personal cum dumpster with a worn out, gaping cunt under the hands of her energetic dream boy.

She herself was worried that her hips would break down on her one day. Even more than that, she was worried about what would happen to her mentally if she tried to keep such a man's lusts all to herself.

What was the difference between a crack whore and a cum whore, anyways?

Hinata already felt like her skin wouldn't stop itching at night until she had a hot load leaking out of her cunt.

Well… it didn't matter. She almost never had such a case.

Hinata smiled fondly at her wedding ring.

It felt awful to try to wash out so much of my darling's love batter. But it wouldn't be right to bring that into the onsen.

"Sakura too. What's the deal with you two?" Ino asked in amusement, watching her long time rival/friend sink herself into the onsen. "You've been out of it all afternoon."

"Eh? Ah…" Sakura muttered, seeming incredibly distracted and fidgety.

Well…. Hinata thought. It's to be expected.

-xflashback-x

"N-Naruto!" Sakura gasped, breaking the kiss. She had her back pressed into the couch. Her legs were hiked up around Naruto's shoulders, leaving her somewhat folded. The position left her vulnerable pussy exposed, and easy to be fucked at a rapid pace. Sakura shook her head. Even she didn't know if it was in protest or simply one of the thrashes her body made in orgasm. "Stop! We're – oh! Gonna be lateeeee!" She slurred her final words when she felt Naruto drive his cock head into that spot she loved. All thoughts fled her mind and she initiated the next kiss, and didn't let go this time.

Hinata saw this out of the corner of her eye.

She had been preparing sandwiches alongside Sakura in her and Naruto's marital home when this had broken out.

To be fair, Sakura had asked in concern about whether they would be inviting trouble… standing in the kitchen, making sandwhiches naked save for little aprons.

But it was how Naruto liked them, Hinata had explained.

He really liked seeing his girls side by side, making him lunch. Asses jutting out. No clothes other than an apron to get in the way.

Accessible for their Master.

'Jeez', Sakura had said as if complaining. Her grin of perverted expectaion betrayed her true feelings. 'We really should be preparing…'

Yet… Sasuke was rarely back in the villiage. Hence much of the reason for the outing. Sasuke was her husband. It was one thing to justify giving in to Naruto's superior body when she was horny and lonely and her husband was away on a mission. But now her husband was home. She loved him. She loved Uchiha Sasuke.

The two made sandwiches side by side until Naruto walked in on them.

Which was how they got back to the position where Sakura had her back pressed into the couch, legs hiked up, getting pounded like a slut and swapping spit passionately with the wrong man.

Sakura was being plowed into the couch by what she assumed to be a shadow clone, and Hinata herself was bent over the kitchen counter and receiving a steady and deep penetration by her beloved.

"N-Naruto-kun." Hinata breathed between languid thrusts.

Strange that he fucked Sakura so roughly, and Hinata so tenderly. But it felt just as powerful. His muscled frame still loomed over her. She could make out the scent of his familiar after shave. She could feel the purposefull way he explored every inch of the little hyuuga cunt that she swore to him.

Powerful, steady thrusts. Every stroke made her world swim just a bit.

Above all, the casual way in which he took her at a moment's notice was the greatest display of ownership she could ask for. Things like that made her adore him.

"The… The bread…" She complained weakly, for every deep thrust seemed to take strength from her arms. Steadily, she was collapsing onto the counter. Her breasts that swayed in rhythm to their coupling were sinking into all of her work up till that point. It was coming undone, just like her mind and her inhibitions.

"Mnnnnnn." She moaned in lust, gyrating her hips against her will.

She really did hate to keep people waiting…

… but if it was what Naruto-kun wanted…

"P-Please…." She begged in a little cute voice.

Naruto saw his shy wife panting in desire, with a semi-guilty look on her face. Her silky black hair cascaded around her face as if to hide her womanly expressions from him.

She had a dynamite body that belonged on a pron star, and a reclusive and sheltered shyness to her at the same time.

What a fucking turn on.

"Please what?" Naruto growled. "You want it harder? Should I do away with the sweet loving and fuck you like a whore, as my clone is doing for Sakura-chan?"

Hinata blushed.

Naruto smiled. "You're number one Hinata." He said gently, kissing her neck.

She shuddered. She could still feel his hardness nestled comfortingly inside of her.

"I fought for everything in my life. I didn't get any damn hand outs. I had to scrape my way to where I am. Except for you. You were free. You just came out of nowhere and loved me." He explained, turning her head and kissing her languidly.

They'd been married for three months.

Hinata's heart still raced every single day.

"Clone, you better stop." Naruto announced while spinning his gasping wife around on his cock, so that they were face to face. Then picking his wife up and walking her to the living room with a grin. His cock was still buried inside of her. He took heavy steps so that every jolt would cause his cute wife to 'eep' in surprise and pleasure.

"Huh? Ah… I get it." The clone said, while watching.

Unceremoniously he pulled out of the heated cunt he had been fucking.

His sweaty Sakura slut all but wailed in loss and confusion.

Sakura's world had fallen into a depraved little universe of just Naruto and her. Sweat and heat, and powerful arms on her hips. And, of course, a meaty cock that promised her a fat load of jism. His body covering her every inch, moving against her, molding the contours of her pussy around his cock.

A nirvana like state crascending to an ever higher peak.

And then he just left as if he couldn't care less.

"No! No! Don't – Don't go!" She whined, completely forgetting her earlier pleas for him to not even start in on her. She stared at the clone in pain and confusion, while attempting to clutch at him. They had been so close. They had been one body, in two parts. Heat, sweat, comfort. Safety. He couldn't just pull away like that. He couldn't just leave her to the cold air like that. Sakura tried to pull him back to her, but he was steadfast like a mountain. "I – I didn't…" She gasped. "You didn't finish." She whined. "You didn't put it inside of me."

Naruto, still feeling a sense of vindictiveness against the woman who had spurned him for so long, now often played games with her. In this case he was careful to fuck her roughly until she was just about to cum, and then hold her completely still. He watched her squirm in a lust haze, the devout housewife she had claimed to be long gone. Only a girl trying and failing to fuck a man to orgasm remained.

In the middle of that crescendo… with her so close she could tast it… with tears in her eyes of anticipation… he just pulled away. She didn't cum. He hadn't let her.

Worse, somehow. He hadn't cum inside of her either.

Sakura was shaken.

Your cum. Your wonderful, hot, branding cum.

It doesn't feel right. It's not over until I feel that sticky white love coating me inside.

I…

I need it.

Her inner self protested violently. It was… alarming… how much it was true. She didn't just want it. Her womb ached as if it had been tortured. Her pussy felt dry even though her open lips drooled over the leather. She needed it.

Naruto ignored her.

He spanked Hinata's large round ass in delight, and sat himself on the couch. He began to fuck up at his wife, and his clone began to line up behind her.

Hinata looked at her husband in fear.

"But – ah! – but! I'll… I'lll scream…. I don't – ohhh. Naruto-kun, there." Hinata was briefly distracted as her husband ground into her G-spot. "Th-There! Oh! I don't want anyone else to hear me!" She protested weakly, acutely aware of the Naruto behind her, lubing his shaft up with a grin on his face.

"All right." Naruto said plaintively. "Sakura-chan can cover your mouth."

"Ehh?!" Sakura exclaimed in dismay. "You didn't even – and you want me to – just what do you think I am?!"

"My bitch." Naruto snapped coldly. "You were bet, you were taken, and when I call your name you come trotting along with a sopping pussy every time."

"Th-That's because you made me like that." Sakura complained with a blush. "It's your fault. After being roughly taken all times of the day…"

"You're my little adulterous sex pet. And you'll do as I say." Naruto told her calmly.

I love you.

Shut up! He's not even going to finish us off!

I love it. Boss me around. Make me suffer.

Sakura was panting heavily. She was so turned on she might climax from a stiff breeze.

"Don't touch yourself. Don't cum without permission. And cover Hinata-chan's mouth." Naruto said with a brilliant smile. "Remember, only good girls get to see me when they need a nice, deep serving."

Fuck me. Fuck me. Oh, just Fuck meeee!

"Y…Yes, Naruto." Sakura said, trying to be a good girl.

"Huh?"

"Yes Naruto-sama." Sakura said meekly. Body aching for cock, she resigned herself to be an accessory for the legal wife, who almost bit her finger off when she screamed in guttural lust on both Naruto's fucking into her holes in a relentlessly abrasive rhythm.

Her little blue and frilly apron swayed along with her jerking hips. Her pale white eyes dilated yet further as she lost herself in the overwhelming feeling of both her ass and pussy being stuffed by girthy shafts that thrusted insistently at her weakest spots.

She lost her mind, bucking wildly on top of her lover. Gone was the pretty princess. The wanton whore underneath only knew how to buck her hips, groan, race towards orgasm after orgasm, and milk cocks for cum.

Sakura sat through it all, with such sexual frustration that she drew blood from biting her bottom lip.

They were indeed late.

x-Present day: Onsen-x

Hinata sighed, looking at Sakura compassionately.

To be clear, the terms of Sakura's 'ownership status' were as follows:

Sasuke bet his fiance's body and lost.

Naruto owned her body. Right of conquest, one could say.

There was no law or anything supporting this. It was just a bet between men.

At most there was the law of nature. The inherant inclination of a strong kunoichi that relished in the act of being legitimately conquered by the strongest man in the nation.

But Sakura was still in a relationship with Sasuke though she wasn't supposed to fuck him. Technically she wasn't allowed to even hold the Uchiha's hand. She had to ask for permission. Her body, in every inch of smooth skin, belonged to Uzumaki Naruto.

But Sakura insisted she was in love with Sasuke. Though her body betrayed her... regularly... her heart remained firm. She said.

And Sakura and Sasuke had gone ahead and gotten married. She walked down the isle in her frilly white wedding dress, ozzing a trail of cum that didn't belong to her husband-to-be. She said her oaths with a freshly fucked glow. When the pastor said that the groom could kiss the bride, they both just turned and walked away.

And Sakura had a lovely honeymoon trying to tell Naruto that she really should be faithful today of all days, with her dress hiked up around her waist and her pussy at the mercy of his masterful cock until the sun rose.

And Sasuke had a good time at the open bar.

All parties understood the conditions.

Regarding the present... While Hinata had been trying to clean out the generous deposits given to her by the love of her life, Sakura had been fighting a private war against the urge to take a washcloth and use it as a thin pretense while she rubbed herself to completion with it.

Sakura had been in a haze all afternoon. Her mind was still locked onto Naruto's beautiful cock. She could still see it – see two copies of it – pistoning in and out of a wildly bucking Hyuuga while glistening wonderfully with pussy juice in the morning rays.

If someone asked her a question, she had a fifty percent chance of answering with 'cock'.

But she couldn't get herself off.

Naruto always kept his word. And if she wanted him inside her again, she had to suffer through this.

Because her pussy belonged to him. She couldn't release her own tension without permission.

And HInata kept her under watch. Hinata was ready to report her if she crossed the line.

That was just not fair, Sakura thought.

As for Hinata's thoughts, in her opinion they had to do something about it. It's a rare time when Sasuke's back in the village. She thought. I hardly care, but Sakura was looking forwards to it. She said she wanted to make good memories with her husband.

She didn't mention it, but I don't think she has any yet.

Naruto allowed her to look forwards to it. Gave her multiple permissions.

That was its own problem. Hinata hardly saw the point in allowing Sakura to continue her relationship with Sasuke.

Technically, her husband had only won the right to fuck the woman. So Naruto claimed that he had no lease on Sakura's heart.

It didn't bother him, he said. Well, he had Hinata.

And Naruto claimed that they were both his teammates. He thought Sasuke was an asshole. But he wanted the two to be happy.

And though he had tried, Sakura still seemed to have feelings for the other man.

True, her body scurried to Naruto's side at a moment's notice. Before the Uzumaki's cock, Sakura swore up and down that she was his. Her body, her pussy. Sasuke couldn't compare. Sasuke wasn't half the man.

And she often flat out forgot the man's name somewhere between the fourth and fifth orgasm.

But her heart was in another place. And that was fine. Naruto actually believed that.

But HInata had seen the look of forlorn loss on Sakura's face when Naruto pulled away from her embrace. She wondered if allowing the pinkette to continue her misguided emotional relationship was anything more than an advanced form of torture. But if it were that simple… it'd be easy…

If he's just punishing her for her years of neglecting his feelings… that's easy to understand. But…

I think Naruto-kun honestly thinks he can separate the matters of body and heart. I think he intends to let her heart go, but chain her body up tightly to his. Chains of pleasure. Whips of longing.

I understand that Naruto-kun extracts his own amusement from this kind of thing. He's very playful. He also has a rivalry, and it's not a woman's place to insist for something from her man…

Hinata had very traditional views.

But he's not such an unlovable man. I don't think a woman can stay out of love with him the way he thinks.

The way he takes care of us is too irresistible. Not just the sex…

I guess it's none of my business.

"Is that a new tattoo?" Ino asked of Hinata.

"Yes." Hinata agreed, touching the mark on her abdomen.

"It looks kind of like the one Naruto has."

"The Uzumaki seem to like to put spirals on all their favorite things." Hinata admitted with a giggle.

"Hoooh. You're in marital bliss, huh." Ino asked flatly.

"Yes. My life is full."

I'll bet it is. Ino thought sarcastically. I've seen what you have stuffing you every night.

Hell, during the day too.

I can't even stop picturing it. I dream about Uzumaki Naruto's fat cock.

I dream about a man so strong that he does battle with demons and gods from the moon. A man that ties up high ranking kunoichi and fucks them on the most important desk in the country.

I just… I just have to stop thinking about it. I have to stop tempting myself to stray.

But I can't… I just can't get it out of my head.

As for Sakura, she was staring back to the washing area, where Hinata had dug out her little cum deposits out of common courtesy, and wondering if she could lick some trace of it off of the tile floor.

If she could just get the faintest taste. If she could just catch a scent of her master…

Three housewives in an onsen. Only one was at peace.

The other two were desperately starved for a certain man.