Cheating on Naruto - Hinata Hyuga x Reader

Summary: The loss of Kurama against Isshiki could only be described as a tragedy. Not only for the village but for Naruto Uzumaki himself. The days of fucking his wife like an animal and never going soft were over. Now, he was a quickshot with a small dick that left his big titty wife, Hinata Hyuga, thoroughly unsatisfied. You, Himawari's tutor, end up in a very precarious situation with the Seventh's wife. 

In other words, you fuck her so hard that she forgets all about her vows.

Themes: Cheating, Blowjob, Doggy-Style, Creampie (Patreon), impregnation (Patreon)

Author's Note: Sorry for being a bit late! The fic took a bit longer than expected. Also, full part in Patreon!

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A warm, fuzzy sensation enveloped Hinata as she felt her husband stir beside her. She opened her eyes to find herself snuggled up against Naruto Uzumaki, his arm wrapped around her waist. Today was her birthday, but Hinata decided not to mention it just yet; she wanted to spend some lazy morning time with Naruto.

"Mmm…"

"Good morning, Naruto," Hinata murmured, kissing him lightly on the cheek before sitting up in bed. The sheets slipped down her figure.

Large tits bounced out. Hinata Hyuga, waking up on her birthday, was nude. Her milky white skin and her short hair were pristine. Like a princess, she possessed no outward flaws. Just by looking at her, a man would find more and more beauty.

Her white eyes. Her big tits. Her childbearing hips. Her smooth naval. Her kindness.

She stretched her arms high in the air, broadcasting the size of her mammaries to the world and her husband.

Naruto stretched lazily, eyes not open, his muscular chest rising and falling under the sheets. "Mornin'."

"Morning." She looked over her shoulder and at her hubby's face, smiling. Then her gaze drifted and her smile waned.

"Mmm…" Naruto opened his eyes, a smile on his face and for good reason. He was looking at something. He was nudging toward something.

"Hehe, you know how it gets," he said.

Hinata just smiled.

Seeing Naruto's small erection tenting the sheets, Hinata forced a happier smile onto herself, hiding her slight disappointment behind feigned enthusiasm. As much as she loved him and enjoyed being intimate with him, she had hoped for something more special on her birthday. If they planned to have sex, it was better to do it at night, not in the morning when they were groggy and in a rush. 

Naruto flung the blanket off himself. 

"Hehe, Naruto Junior is excited," said the Seventh Hokage, grinning. His cock lurched upward, proud and big.

Well…depending on who you ask. For big titty Hinata…it was, well…

No matter how many times she saw it, no matter the situation, a certain terrible, demeaning thought flashed through her. Hinata hated it. She hated herself for always thinking—

'Small.'

She tucked a piece of hair over her ear. She moved over and straddled his hips, leaning over and staring at his morning wood.

Her lips parted open and she took his member into her mouth. As she began to suck the gently, she looked up at her childhood crush, her husband, her white eyes filled with love. At this point, the taste of his cock was second only to her homemade food. 

"Fuuck." A long sigh of relief from Hinata. "Thank you, Hinata. Appreciate it."

She pulled back, smiling at him, and saw the hint of disappointment when his cock felt air. Frowning ever so slightly, she went back down and swallowed the flaring glans. Her lips slid up and down, going lower and lower until she reached the half-point. Never breaking eye contact, she scanned his expression and the twists in emotion. She listened to his light groans and matched the rhythm of his breathing while she explored every inch of his glans with her tongue. 

Shy Hinata Hyuga. The village often wondered how freaky she and Naruto were. Considering Naruto's legendary Shadow Clones and Hinata's amazing tits, many contemplated if they were freaky enough to do a gang bang. It all depended on Hinata, however. What kind of woman was she?

The best way to describe her was efficient. The way she sucked Naruto's dick focused solely on making him happy. Hearing him moan and groan in particular volumes and accents had her reevaluate her technique. She was lapping at his glans, swishing and flicking at the frenulum.

"C-cumming!"

Thirty seconds. Naruto Uzumaki—legendary hero of the world and the Seventh Hokage—lasted thirty seconds inside his wife's mouth. 

'Usually, he only lasts twenty,' Hinata thought, swallowing his load. 

Her trained throat swallowed his load like it was nothing. They had been together for thirteen years, of course Hinata could gobble down his nut. His volume and thickness were intensive so it wasn't an easy act. Most whores couldn't claim to be half as dutiful as Hinata.

That was the type of woman she was. Loving, dutiful, and kind. So for Naruto to remain hard immediately after was expected. 

"Haa…hahh…" Naruto's blue eyes stared back lovingly and gestured at his cock. Hinata smiled in return as her lips slipped from his member.

Like a good wife, she positioned herself above his erect member. A moan left Naruto as his tip shlicked up and down her pussylips. Hinata hit her bottom lip, then eased down.

Naruto let out a long, long sigh of delight. Smiling thinly, Hinata got to riding. She started moving at a slow, rhythmic pace.

"G-god, Hinata…! You're so good~" Naruto murmured. He closed his eyes, lying there and doing nothing. "That's it, babe~!"

Hinata smiled down at him and proceeded to curl her hips down on him. Bouncing up and down his cock wasn't possible due to his meagre size. Without fail, Naruto would slip out.

"Mm. Ah~! Oh~!" Hinata went through the motions, the cute little moans, the slight bounce in her riding, and the hands on his abs. "Oops!"

Naruto, in a desperate, lazy attempt to thrust and match her, slipped. An annoyed groan ensued. Quickly, Hinata slipped it back in and got back to work. Her wet folds barely felt a thing and with an exhale that neared a sigh, she began riding him again.

H-he wasn't a bad lover! Not by any means! But sometimes, he could be…unattentive. After thirteen years, it got repetitive. And after what happened with Kurama…

"H-Hinata!"

His hands went to her hips and he began thrusting up. Hinata's breath hitched, Naruto's cock throbbing inside her, signaling his impending climax. 'Already?' Hinata quickened her pace regardless, driven by a need to fulfill her husband's satisfaction.

'Almost there, almost there,' Hinata thought to herself. She was beginning to feel pleasure, beginning to receive the familiar pleasure of a climax.

But alas, her own pleasure was superseded by her husband's.

"Ngh!" When Naruto came, it was a very quiet, muffled affair. Hinata bit her lip to stifle a moan, feeling his hot seed filling her. Then…it was over.

"Haah…haahh…that was good." Naruto grinned at her and Hinata smiled back. His eyes wandered down to her pillowy globes. "Come here, you."

Was Hinata frustrated that her husband couldn't make her cum? Yes. Was she satisfied that he came? Also yes. So that put her in a bit of a pickle. She smiled but it was a fake smile. She was happy but not satisfied. 

She fell onto Naruto's chest, their sweaty bodies pressed tightly together. Naruto wanted a hug partially because he loved her and largely because he wanted to feel her tits up against his chest. Though she couldn't help but feel disappointed by the premature nature of his orgasm, Hinata knew that it wasn't entirely his fault. 

'He works so hard. He should be allowed to relax.' 

That was why she put up with his terrible performance. That was why she let him get away with so much: considering his childhood and what he had to deal with now, Naruto deserved to fuck however he liked. 

With a contented sigh, Hinata closed her eyes, seeking solace in the comforting embrace of the man she loved. After a couple minutes of her face buried in his shoulder and her tits pressed to his chest, he gently pushed her back.

"I have to get to work," Naruto mumbled.

"I know." Hinata smiled sadly, getting off of him.

Still nothing on the birthday front.

As Naruto rolled away from her, Hinata caught a glimpse of his tiny, flaccid cock, trying not to let her eyes linger for too long. It was impossible not to compare it to other men. Not that she slept around but the Byakugan could often lead to, err, "accidents".

With a small smile, Hinata climbed out of bed, got changed, and went down to begin preparing breakfast. Her lingering feelings of disappointment and embarrassment were replaced by a determination to make the most of her birthday. Even if she has to put up with situations like this one, she vows to remain devoted and supportive to Naruto, no matter what.

Because no matter what happened, no matter the distractions, at the end of the day, Naruto would never forget her birthday.

***

Naruto forgot her birthday. 

Hinata Hyuga sat at the kitchen table, staring at the remnants of her birthday cake. The house was quieter now, with only the distant murmur of Himawari's tutoring session filtering through from upstairs. She took a deep breath, her chest tightening slightly as she glanced at the clock. Another year, another forgotten birthday by Naruto.

Boruto had tried his best to make the day special. He had come home early, juggling a large cake box and a beautifully wrapped gift. He had looked up at her with those earnest eyes, so much like his father's, and said, "Happy Birthday, Mom! Sorry, I can't stay long. Sasuke has an important training session today! Karma stuff with Kawaki! You know how it is."

Hinata had smiled, her heart swelling with love and pride. "Thank you, Boruto. I appreciate it."

Boruto's gift had been thoughtful—a delicate bracelet adorned with small lavender stones that matched her eyes. He had chosen it himself, and she could see the care he had put into finding something she would love. They had cut the cake together, and for a brief moment, Hinata had felt truly happy.

But when the door slammed open and shut, and Boruto was gone, she felt different.

She sat alone, the shadows lengthening in the room, the familiar ache of loneliness crept back in. Naruto had always been busy—saving the village, attending meetings, training the new generation of shinobi. She understood his responsibilities, but it didn't make the sting of his absence any less painful.

Hinata glanced at the bracelet on her wrist, the soft glint of the stones catching the fading light. She was proud of Boruto and Himawari. They were growing up so fast, becoming their own people, and she loved them fiercely. But today, she couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing.

She stood up, pushing her chair back, and decided to check on Himawari. Her daughter's laughter echoed faintly from upstairs, and it brought a small smile to Hinata's lips. Himawari had always been a ray of sunshine in her life, her cheerful disposition a constant source of joy.

Hinata made her way up the stairs. Himawari wasn't alone, she had a tutor—you. You had been tutoring Himawari for several months now, and Hinata had come to appreciate the calm presence and the gentle way you handled her daughter's education.

As she reached the top of the stairs, she paused outside the door, listening for a moment. Himawari was explaining something excitedly, and you responded with patient enthusiasm. Hinata knocked softly, pushing the door open slightly.

"Excuse me," she said, peeking into the room. "Would you like to take a break and have some cake?"

Himawari looked up, her face lighting up with a big smile. "Yes, please!"

You turned to Hinata, their eyes warm and inviting. "I would love to, thank you."

They all headed downstairs, Himawari skipping ahead with excitement. You walked beside Hinata, not really considering that she was a married woman. Reaching the kitchen, Himawari was already cutting slices of cake, chattering happily about her day.

Hinata set out plates and forks, watching as you interacted with Himawari. In half a year, you had become quite close to the family. Even Boruto approved of you. 

"This is delicious, Hinata," you said upon the first bite. "Did you make it yourself?"

Hinata shook her head, a small smile playing on her lips. "No, Boruto brought it home for me."

"Well, he has good taste," you replied, your eyes meeting Hinata's with a softness that made her heart flutter.

You all ate in companionable silence for a while, listening to Himawari's cheerful chatter regarding her school day. She had entered the Ninja Academy and . Hinata felt a sense of peace settle over her, the earlier sadness ebbing away. Your presence was like a balm, soothing her frayed nerves and making her feel seen.

After a while, Himawari excused herself, saying she wanted to show her latest drawing to her friends online. You and Hinata were left alone at the table. 

"Thank you for the cake, again. I didn't realize it was your birthday. So…happy birthday!"

You said it at the front door and you said it now. 

"Is Lord Hokage not here?" You asked. "You should be celebrating more, My Lady."

"He's busy."

"Busy? Not to celebrate his wife's birthday?" You inhaled sharply. "It must be hard being Hokage."

Hinata looked down at her plate, her fingers tracing the edge. "Yes. I understand why he can't always be here, but it's hard not to feel forgotten sometimes."

You reached across the table, hand covering hers. "You deserve to be celebrated, Hinata. You do so much for your family, and it's okay to want them to show their appreciation. Someday though, I'm sure Naruto will do the same."

Hinata smiled lightly. Maybe, maybe not…

You squeezed her hand gently. "But if that doesn't happen, then just know that everyone else appreciates you."

They sat there for a while, the quiet moments stretching into something deeper. Hinata found herself opening up, sharing her fears and hopes, the weight of her responsibilities, and the love she had for her family. You listened with empathy, their presence a comforting anchor in the storm of her emotions.

As the evening wore on, the room grew darker, the only light coming from the soft glow of the kitchen lamp. Hinata realized how late it was and how much time had passed.

"I should probably get going," you said softly, though their eyes held a reluctance that mirrored Hinata's own feelings.

"Thank you for staying," Hinata said, standing up and walking them to the door. "It really means a lot to me."

You turned to her, their expression earnest. "You're always welcome to talk, Hinata. And if you ever need anything, don't hesitate to reach out."

Hinata nodded, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. "I will. Thank you again."

They stood there for a moment, the air between them charged with unspoken words and possibilities. Finally, you gave her a gentle smile and turned to leave.

She closed the door and leaned against it for a moment, taking a deep breath. 

Hinata made her way back to the kitchen, tidying up the plates and the leftover cake. The house was quiet now, but it didn't feel as empty as it had before. She had her children, her memories, and now, perhaps, a friend.

***

Your thoughts on the matter? As Himawari's tutor, you thought Naruto had to be a better husband and father. He was never there.

But as a hornball? Hinata needed to get fucked silly. Naruto Uzumaki was known for many things; hero, Hokage, creator of the Rasenshuriken, and a demigod. Did he really have to add having an allergy to MILFs too? Why the fuck was he leaving the princess Hinata Hyuga waiting for this long? If it were you, you would've dicked her down ages ago. She needed to be filled up and be drenched in cum. In his place, you would have sent Shadow Clones into the Hokage's Office while you personally clapped those cheeks and groped her tits. A busty beauty like her deserved to get fucked. 

Two days after Hinata's birthday, it was raining heavily. You were at the local grocery, thinking about Hinata and how lame it was that Naruto wasn't railing her. You could just tell the MILF was utterly dissatisfied. It was only her children that brought her happiness. Say whatever you wanted about Boruto or Himawari, whether they were annoying or spoiled, they loved their mother and showed it. Naruto, while obviously loving Hinata, didn't seem very keen on showing his love after Himawari was born. 

You were pushing your cart through the grocery store, thinking and imagining. 'Oh?' 

You hadn't expected to run into Hinata at the grocery store, but there she was, standing in the produce aisle with a small, thoughtful frown on her face. Her presence was like a soft, warm glow in the otherwise mundane surroundings. You paused, feeling your heart skip a beat at the sight of her. It had been a few days since her birthday, and the moments you shared then still lingered in your mind.

"Hinata," you called, approaching her.

The busty beauty looked up, her face lighting up with a smile that made your heart flutter. Her purple pants went up to her ankles and her white-purple blouse did wonders for the shape of her breasts. The layers of the clothes she wore at home, a purple short-sleeved jacket and white shirt, often hid her figure. 

"Oh, hello! It's good to see you."

"Spinach?"

That was what she was holding. Hinata laughed. "Yes, something healthy for Boruto. He trains so much that I barely see him."

"Haha, he is a young ninja."

You exchanged pleasantries, chatting about the usual topics—how Himawari was doing with her studies, Boruto's latest training escapades, and the upcoming events in the village. Some guy named Kawaki had been adopted into the family, but strangely, you had never seen him. Hinata was pretty tight-lipped about so you moved on to begin grocery shopping again. 

As you both made your way to the checkout, you glanced outside and noticed the downpour. The rain was relentless, turning the streets into rivers. 

"Looks like we're stuck here for a while," you remarked, nodding towards the rain.

Hinata momentarily activated her Byakugan. The sudden appearance of veins caused you to blink. "I don't think it's going to let up anytime soon." The prowess of the Byakugan faded and her face went back to normal.

A sudden idea struck you, and you hesitated for a moment before voicing it. "There's a motel not too far from here. Maybe we could wait out the rain there?"

Hinata looked at you, surprise flickering in her eyes, followed by a soft blush. "That sounds like a good idea. Let's do that."

With your groceries bagged and paid for, you both hurried through the rain, trying to keep as dry as possible under the meager protection of your jackets. By the time you reached the motel, you were both thoroughly soaked, laughing at the absurdity of it all.

The motel lobby was warm and dry. You approached the front desk, trying to secure a room for the two of you. 

"We only have one room left," said the receptionist. 

"One room?" You glanced at Hinata who was busy squeezing the water from the bottom of her blouse. Moreover, her tits were…

"One room, one bed," the receptionist added, tearing your gaze away.

"Uh…" This time, it was Hinata who looked at you. "I…suppose we don't have much of a choice." Was she red because of the temperature? Or something else?

"Okay then, give us the room."

The clerk handed you a key. "Second floor, first room to your right." Picking up the groceries, you led the way down the hall, your heart beating faster with each step. Because behind you was Hinata, her blouse sticking to her figure.

Put eloquently, you could see her bra and the shape of her tits. Massive. Seriously, Tsunade had some competition. 

Inside the room, you set the bags down on the side-tables next to the bed. Then you turned to Hinata. Her hair was damp, clinging to her face, and she looked at you with gratitude and something else—something that made your pulse quicken.

"I'll see if they have any towels," you said.

Hinata nodded, her smile soft. "Thank you."

The bathroom door closed behind you. Hinata stood alone, dripping in rain water.

Rumble! Crack—! 

Hinata jolted as she heard a lightning strike. She went to the window and checked the dark clouds. "Good thing I dropped Himawari at Ino's…"

Boruto was going to be fine. Still, she wanted to predict when the storm would end and activated her Byakugan. As an adult Hyuga and the former head of the clan, she could see up to kilometres and could find insight within the storm. Analyzing storms was employed as a training regiment to still the nerves while using the Byakugan. 

The storm was going to last for the whole night, she deduced. Sighing, she shifted her Byakugan over to the grocery bags. From what her vision was telling her, they were perfectly safe. 

On instinct, her Byakugan went over to you. You who were grabbing the towels and about to come out of the bathroom.

Time seemed to slow, her X-ray vision acting up. She saw you—all of you.

Including your penis.

'H-huh!?' Hinata Hyuga, princess of the village, lost control of her jaw and her eyes. 'T-that's way bigger than Naruto!'

Naruto at his prime was plenty big for her but you…you eclipsed him. Kurama, Six Paths Mode, all that stuff didn't matter. Your penis was much bigger than he ever was—and you were flaccid!

'W-wow…'

The Hyugas forbade peeking on others. It was why they upheld such a stringent front. To be taken seriously and not as perverts, they had to be nobles.

Her husband was especially strict on the rule, hence the reason for Hinata being a housewife. Taking care of the kids meant less sightings of other men, less chances to use the Byakugan, and less dicks to see.

Well, that wasn't entirely true but that was what Hinata assumed. She remembered when she first told him about it and the expression he made. The next week, he suggested she become a housewife. It wasn't until years later that she understood that her husband might have suggested that for the sake of his manhood.

He hated his penis being called small after trauma from Sai. Apparently, right in front of Sakura, Sai said his penis was "nothing special." Saying that to the future Hokage took some balls—and probably some truth too. Naruto couldn't respond and resorted to insults at that scene because it was true.

Hinata, being the kind soul she was, accepted him for all his faults. In fact, Naruto confided to Hinata that he had gotten slightly bigger due to his chakra modes and his late growth spurt. Not by much but enough to make a difference. That she didn't have to worry about "small dick Naruto no more."

And then…Kurama died. Naruto wasn't the same, mentally, physically, and sexually. Without Kurama, his cock shrunk and his ability to last plummeted. Something to do with Baryon Mode's life stealing powers and the associated lifeforce negative effects from it.

Naruto went from being able to gang bang Hinata with a hundred clothes to a quickshot that wilted after a pathetic nut. 

So Hinata, upon seeing your bigger cock, felt guilt as well as thrill. She was alone with someone else, someone that wasn't her husband, wet and revealing. Hinata gulped, Byakugan fading as you arrived. 

"Here you go," you said, handing the towel over. You eyed her blouse and the breasts that were outlined by the wet fabric. Hinata noticed your gaze this time. 

Hinata dried herself and so did you. The two of you were very quiet about it. Hinata proceeded to sit down on the bed, beginning to dry her hair. You did the same, the silence between you both comfortable and charged with an unspoken tension.

"S-so," Hinata began, nervous. "Are you, erm, married?"

You smiled. "No, not married. I'm pretty sure I mentioned this during my interview."

"O-oh really?" Hinata laughed it off. "I must have forgotten." Trying to remember the details of the interview, she said, "You come from outside the village, right?"

"Right."

'Is that why it's so much bigger? I did hear from Sakura that the village isn't known for the size of its men…' 

Naruto, the Hokage, exemplified that fact the best. 

"You've been looking a bit worse for wear," you said. "Is it because of Naruto?"

With a sigh, Hinata looked down at her lap. "He…forgot my birthday." A weak smile. "Not even a gift."

There was a vulnerability in her voice that made you want to reach out and hold her. You shifted a step closer, your hand brushing against hers. "Hinata, I care about you. A lot. And I think Naruto is just…he's being an idiot, that's all."

"It's why I loved him," she murmured.

"But it's not why you fuck him."

The comment started Hinata. "W-what?"

"I tutor a lot of people," you said. "Do you know how many lonely, unsatisfied housewives I meet? It's always the same story too: the woman fell in love with the man when they were young and the man goes off to do important stuff. Too busy to care and too busy to fuck. It's the same with you, right?"

"T-that's…"

"Hinata," you said. "Naruto didn't even show up to Himawari's birthday. I was there and I'm not even a big part of the family." Your hand grabbed hers tightly. "Unless you think you deserve that?"

She didn't. Hinata knew her worth. She was a princess and she had big tits a-and…and…

"I care about you," you said with a small smile. "So please tell me; are you unsatisfied with your life."

Her breath hitched, her eyes searching yours. "I care about you too," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "But…I…"

Hinata didn't know.

What she did know was that you were looking at her lips—and she was doing the same.

The distance between you closed, and you found yourself cupping her cheek gently, your thumb brushing against her soft skin. Before she could finish, Hinata leaned in, her lips brushing against yours in a tender, tentative kiss. It was soft and hesitant at first, but as you responded, it deepened, the unspoken feelings between you both finding their voice in that moment.

When you finally pulled back, you were both breathless, your foreheads resting against each other. Hinata's eyes were closed, her expression one of contentment and relief.

"Tonight," Hinata muttered. "Just for tonight, I want to forget."

"Ask…"

You kissed her again, this time with more confidence, pouring all your emotions into it. The storm outside raged on, but in that room was an excited hand that went up to grope her tits. 

"...and you shall receive."

Groping Hinata Hyuga while making out with her was the stuff of dreams. Something that could get you killed.

"Mmm…" Saliva connected the two of you as you stopped the kiss. "Hold on…" Hinata murmured. She grabbed the bottoms of her blouse and pulled it off. Just like that, the Hyuga MILF's breasts bounced into place. 

The pink bra didn't linger for long either. Click! The garment was tossed away. Your breath hitched. 

Hinata blushed lightly, arms under her tits. Her cheeks were a soft shade of pink.

"They're beautiful," you said, a hand softly going forward and sinking in. It was like a pillow, soft and mellowy. Moreover, the size was great enough that your hand couldn't encompass it. 

"T-thank you." Her blush deepened. "E-everyone always looks, which is why…"

"You wear that other outfit? I get it. You're a shy woman at the end of the day."

Your other hand joined in. There was genuinely no empahsizing how fantastic her tits were. 

Within the Land of Fire, there was a legendary debate—who had the bigger tits, Tsunade or Hinata? At the height of her youth and ninja activity, it was the third biggest debate in the village.

Hinata was too shy and private a person to ever answer the question. As for her friends, the last time anyone saw Hinata in the hot springs was when she was sixteen. A Hinata that had not yet entered her prime, that had not yet gone through pregnancy. Put simply, Hinata was the only one to know the answer. Famously, Tsunade was known for her 106cm tits. Hinata was—

"Mmmh!" 

You pinched her nipples, causing her to slap a hand over her mouth. Your smile couldn't have been more pronounced. This MILF was sensitive and it appeared that Naruto wasn't taking advantage of that.

Inside your pants was a twitching mess of a cock. Calming down, Hinata noticed and gulped. Sure, she had big tits but Hinata's sex appeal still had its limits. What made her a hot, boner-throbbing MILF was her cute factor. Her voice was low and honey-like, as if whispering love into the heart.

In this case, the whispers were toward the bulge in your pants. "W-wow..." Hinata shifted back from you, glued to your crotch. She met your eyes, then flickered back down. You began unbuckling.

"My Lady?"

"H-huh? Oh, yes. Um..."

A lustful grin spread across your face as you saw the utter shock and confliction on her. What a lovely, loyal woman.

You couldn't wait to fuck her.

In the next minute, you were leaning on the headboard of the bed, hands behind your head and pants being pulled down by the wife of the Hokage.

Hinata herself could hardly believe it was happening—cheating on her husband with someone like you. Her hand tentatively pulled and pulled until your throbbing cock popped out. Almost immediately, she gasped at its size. 

Hinata mentally compared your massive cock with her lifelong crush. Suddenly, Naruto's dick seemed pitifully small in comparison.

"So?" You asked. "I hope it is to your liking, Lady Hokage."

It was something of a taunt but Hinata couldn't read into it. Her eyes were reflecting your cock and trying to understand. Her fingers went to envelop the cock. The sheer heat of it caused the wife to shiver. Naruto's Chakra Mode was definitely hotter than this, for sure. However, in regards to size, his cock paled in comparison.

Her hand went up and down, up and down, softly jerking you off. The way she acted, trembled, and looked, it was cute in the most wholesome way. Her breasts heavy, her hand pumping your cock, and her eyes full of wonder. 

Shivering, Hinata wrapped her warm lips around your head, taking only the tip inside her mouth at first. Her tongue swirled around the underside while her free hand continued to stroke your shaft.

"Mm…"

Slow and steady…

Slow and steady…

"Ah…" Her lips left your cock, saliva entrenched. You smiled. Again, the small squish of her tits as she planted herself between your legs to serve your cock was cute. So, so cute that you couldn't help but grow harder.

"It's much bigger than Naruto's," Hinata murmured, to your delight. It was spoken so matter-of-factly, so innocently, that you couldn't help but pulsate proudly. You knew you were bigger than her husband and she knew it too. 

Despite her shyness, Hinata loved the taste of a cock—any cock—and it was obvious she planned to milk every drop from you.

Hinata's lips swallowed the crown of your cock again. She found it easy and fun, especially considering the size. It wasn't just bigger, it was better. It filled her mouth out better and gave her tongue more to play with. 

Swish and flick, swish and flick. Hinata was trying to find that weak spot of yours. It didn't take long when the woman possessed the Byakugan. Her chakra flaring up, her Byakugan activated and she immediately caught your weak point. That region of your cock your thumb often lingered at—her tongue targeted it without mercy.

"Ngh!" You placed a hand on her head, fingers smoothly running through her hair. "N-Naruto trained you well," you praised. Her tongue rolled in a circle around your cum hole. Pre-cum finally bobbed out. Your head hit the headboard and you let out a sigh.

Fuuuck. Was being Hokage really that amazing? There had to be some grandiose perk that came with it. Otherwise, dismissing this big-titty princess was practically a war crime. 

With a second Byakugan activation, she found your second weak point. It didn't matter how much you could endure, once a thirty-two year old woman like Hinata got to work, cumming in two minutes was natural.

Spurt, spurt, spurt! Hinata was surprised, eyes going wide yet her throat swallowing on reflex.

"I-isshh shh mchhk mhshhhf!" 

So much more, she said. Feeling your cock throb in her mouth, she knew what was coming yet she could hardly keep up. She swallowed loads often but this was on another level! Your cock burst from her mouth! Splat! Falling on her tits, it continued to release thick cum shots.

Hinata, huffing and puffing, watching the cock twitch and writhe till the end, painting her milky tits white. Her eyes were wide and her curiosity was piqued. "W-wow…" Even as your orgasm tapered off, she was impressed. Naruto really must have been one weak guy in bed for you to impress her this way—or maybe you were just built different. 

Hinata was curious. Sometimes, it was hard to get a good taste of cum when it was shoved down the throat. Her lithe fingers went down to gather some of your cum. She brought it to her lips to taste it and savoured the mix of saltiness and sweetness. "Mmm…"

"How is it?" You asked.

"H-huh?" Hinata went beet red. She didn't mean to do that in front of you. "It's, erm…"

"No judging."

"It's, erm…" She was blushing to her ears. How cute. "It's…different from Naruto's. But still delicious."

"Better?"

"...better," she admitted.

Your cock lurched to life. That was what you wanted to hear. Hinata blinked and as if having practiced this, went down to clean your cock.

Naruto really taught his wife well, you thought. Cleaning right when you got hard? Given his chakra and life force, it was expected that the Hokage could go for a few rounds.

Well, it was time to teach the Hokage's wife the improvements when it came to you.

You sat up straight, leaned forward, and grabbed that fat ass of hers. Your hands went down between her legs and pressed on the sopping wet pussy protected by her thin pants. Hinata's eyes melted, the sudden touch electrifying her. Pop! She slipped off your cock, wiping the fluids trailing down her chin. 

Her lips quivered, too shy. But her white eyes told you everything:

"Please fuck me."

You promptly stood up, with Hinata looking up to see your cock bobbing. She swallowed and sat still as you circled behind her. You dropped to your knees and then latched onto her hips. Her hips were wide, the picture-perfect definition of "childbearing hips". 

'That figures. She did give birth twice.' Your fingers slowly slithered to her pants and slowly dragged them off. One leg up, then the other.

Hinata let herself get stripped. She let her married pussy be exposed to a man that wasn't Naruto Uzumaki, her lifelong crush.

It almost felt like a cruel joke—because Hinata wasn't wearing panties either. She wore a bra but panties? She forgoed them.

Thus, explaining the state of her dripping cunt. All day, since she entered the outside world, she had been wanting something.

Tonight, she was going to get it.

You pressed your cock up to her pretty pink pussy, eliciting a small moan from her. Already on all fours, Hinata was expecting you to fuck her. Two children, a husband, and a family—and for tonight, she wanted to forget all of that just for a taste of your dick.

Your hands grabbed her ass cheeks. Soft, you gave them a good squeeze before slapping the left cheek. After that, you lined yourself up again, hands slipped to her hips, and thrust into her at full force.

It was the first time you heard Hinata moan.

It was the first time Hinata had moaned out of her volition in years.

Her cunt was unexpectedly tight. Naruto was seriously not fucking his wife properly because she clamped down hard enough to make you stop in your tracks. You were balls-deep, her thicc ass squishing against your pelvis. You grit your teeth to suppress a groan.

Your hands gave her hips a nice slap, the jiggle carrying over to her ass. Hinata Hyuga was a soft, jiggly mess. Simply being inside her was like having two Narutos inside her. But while the Shadow Clone gang bang could be mildly uncomfortable, you were perfect. You were longer and better and hotter. It was like you were supposed to be inside her, pressed to her deepest regions. 

"Hahh…hahh…" Hinata expected you to move with that look in her eyes. She expected her glance to mean something.

Fingers tightening, you got right to work.

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! 

"Mmmph! Nnngggh~! Nnnnnnggggh~!" Hinata put a hand on her mouth. She was a shy woman through and through and didn't want her moans to escape the room.

"Nn! Hhn!"

"How is it?" You asked, thrusting. "I guess it doesn't matter. You're already this wet!"

Her eyes became wider as you thrust harder—which in her realm of experience, shouldn't have been possible. Naruto's limits, it appeared, were not yours. You fucked harder. You fucked better. It wasn't a matter of speed but technique. 

The angles your cock went for were unknown to her. It was like reaching something that should have been reached but simply wasn't. Laid dormant due to her unsatisfying sex with Naruto and the short equipment he possessed.

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! 

SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—!

"Ah~! Nnngh~! Shhhhkkk~!" Hinata's hand couldn't keep itself steady. Her body was jerking back and forth from every thrust. Each time your cock reeled back and slammed into her, it was like she was being syphoned of her chakra. Her pussylips were tightly clinging to you yet you always managed to pull back till it was only your tip. 

Your tip, which teased and circled her pussy, before wham! You went back in and caused her to gasp and go wide-eyed. CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! Tears welled up. Her hand slammed back into the mattress to keep her steady.

A certain pressure was driving up her walls. A tightness of some kind that she had forgotten. 

Oh. Oh god!

"W-waittt~!"

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! 

SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—!

Fluids spew from her pussy. You didn't cum—she did. And what a fucking feeling it was. For a moment, it felt like everything was right. For a moment, Hinata was in heaven.

'Ah,' she thought, eyes closed. 'So this is what it's like to cum. I remember it now.'