Chapter 9 - Visiting The Wife

I don’t quite remember what thought process led me to visit Naruko the next day. Hinata had come over, again, and we had made love, again. It was probably guilt I suppose. Maybe fear, bringing Naruto a nice healthy lunch every other day or so was a habit I’d kept up since well before our wedding. Today I was carrying my wife a lunch I’d made with the help of a woman I’d planted my seed inside just a few hours earlier. 

Every drone and secretary I walked by, the acquaintances I passed so often, knew what I had done. Their smiles were sarcastic, their blank looks meant to entail grave judgment for my heinous sins, that they all knew Naruko was going to greet me in her office with fury and divorce papers. None of that was true, it was just my paranoia, anxiety throwing a fit inside my head.   

It was such a relief when I finally entered her office, saw that bright smile and heart that energetic voice. Two of the top ten reasons I fell in love with her, no doubt.

“Hey hubby! What’d you bring me?” she asked, just a ghost of fatigue in her voice. I set the paper bag down and smiled back. 

“Just some grilled bluefish and veggies on a bowl of rice, nothing special,” I assured as she took the meal out. “I heated it up on the way in, it should be good to eat,”

“You’re too good to me,” she praised. “You don’t have to do this, you know that right? You should get a hobby,” she added, looking up at me with those sparkling eyes.

“I like doing things for you, especially since you’re the one with a real job,” I replied with a chuckle, staring at her. She looked so damn out of place, the bright blonde ponytail, the cheerful demeanor, that suit that was just a little too big, you’d think she was the boss's carefree daughter sitting in his chair. She really was a unicorn.

“Well, if that’s the case, do you want to feed me then, my shoulders are sooo sore,” she asked, pouting up at me. Immediately knowing what she actually wanted, I came around the desk and began rubbing her tense muscles, massaging her as she ate the lunch and looked over her papers. Even in this context, hearing her groan and hum in tune with my motions was unbearably erotic. 

“It’s delicious baby, MMM, I love you so much,” she purred, raising one hand to cup mine as I worked. 

“Well I don’t want you to die in your thirties, and we both know you’d eat nothing but takeout and instant noodles if I let you,” I replied dryly. After a few more minutes and relieving the worst of her tension, I leaned down. She stilled as I began to kiss the back of her neck. 

“Hmmm, Nago I’m sorry, I really don’t have time for that today,” she apologized.

“I need you right now Naruko,” I said, in a tone just as apologetic, more than that desperate. Before she even answered I gripped harder and lifted her out of her chair, as soon as her hands fell on the desk in surprise I pulled one hand around her waist to spoon her against me. All I could think about was how I might lose her, lose this any day. 

“Hinago I mean it,” she said sternly, even as she gasped at my grinding against her ass. When she got her declaration out I went still. Abruptly stopped all motion, though kept her in my arms.

“Please,” was all I said. Desperately wanting to feel her, love her, just one more time, at least one more time.

She released a frustrated sigh, a sequel to the displeased hmph she made at my stillness.

“Okay,” she relented. “But be quick, and no kissing I have fish breath,” she insisted. I quickly unbuckled her pants and began teasing with one hand, playing with her most sensitive spots while I pulled my manhood out. She sucked in another deep breath as I speared it in

“Ohhhh Nago-“ she sang out in a throaty groan. “I wish I could just stay home and fuck you all day every day, you make me feel so good!” she whined out.

And I wish I could actually make love to you instead of humping you like a dog.

I banished these thoughts quickly and easily, how the hell was I ever going to complain about anything this woman ever did again? After what I’d done? 

I continued toying with her, fingers and cock moving rapidly as I sucked on her neck. We were both almost fully clothed, my pants had sunk to my ankles but not hers, only halfway down her thighs. Her neck was the only skin I could enjoy, so I enjoyed it to the fullest. 

“HA, faster baby!” 

She had such a responsive, sensitive body, at least down there, it never took her long, it was just a few minutes before she was shuddering on my cock and releasing a long, throaty groan. I sped up my pace as she squeezed down on me, not returning to normal until she went limp.

“Cum already,” she whined as I continued thrusting into her.

“I want to make you cum again,” I explained, not wanting to end our passionate sex just yet.

“Nago, seriously! Cum already damn it! I’m already gonna be late for my meeting!” she insisted, voice still breathless but genuinely annoyed. I sighed. Then, with three more hard thrusts and deep concentration, I emptied myself into her. Our heavy breathing filled the room, time seemed to stand still until finally she gently pushed me off. I guess I was wearing my displeasure on my face before she took a look of concern. “I’m sorry honey, I’ll try to schedule a date night soon, or at least an evening off,” she promised, squeezing my hand and bringing me back to the moment.

“Oh, honey it’s fine,” I assured, unenthusiastically apparently. Her hand came up to cup my cheek.

“What’s wrong then hubby? Tell me,” she pleaded.

Tell her. You have to. Tell her right now, about Ino at least! 

I imagined with sickening clarity her face falling into a look of raw horror, of tears running down her face and then her jaw clenching in fury. 

“Hinago?” 

There was no possible way she’d buy that nothing was bothering me, dense as she could be.

“I’m worried about Hinata, she’s seeing someone and… I’m not sure it’s good for her,” I explained truthfully. When her eyebrow raised as if to ask ‘is that all’ I continued. “I uh... I know she’s having unprotected sex with him and…”

“Hinago, your sister’s a grown woman, she can make these decisions for herself,” she said, just a little sternly, punctuating with a chuckle and a squeeze of my palm. I stared at that hand so I wouldn’t have to look into her eyes.

“He’s married, and he’s not gonna leave his wife either,”

That got a reaction.

“Holy shit, Hinata the homewrecker, never would have guessed,” she whistled in punctuation this time. “The wife’s a total bitch right? Like, he’s married to her for a dumb reason, like politics or something? I know how your family and their associates can be,” she said, still seeming mostly unphased by the news. It was all I could do not to break down and hug her. She was making this too easy. 

“I don’t-“

“Look, honey, it’ll be okay,”

“What about when she gets pregnant! The family will disown her you know that!”

“Those assholes at the compound will disown here, her real family will be there for her. We have tons of room in our house, you have tons of free time, and you love kids! It’ll be fine, won’t it?” she assured.

Why did she have to make it so easy to betray her? So damn easy to cheat on her, knock up another woman, raise the kids of that affair right in our damn home? Barring any fertility issues Hinata would be pregnant soon at this rate. I already knew that she was going to have to come live with us, and I didn’t expect a huge amount of resistance from my wife, but this was just…  I squeezed her hand and put my forehead to hers, so miserable, so wracked with guilt and feeling powerless to end it. 

“I love you Naruko,”
 
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