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The Deal	By : BigE2955 Category: Naruto > General Views: 35127 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Clad in an ocean blue pair of panties and a emerald-colored shirt, Yamanaka Ino made for quite the image as she sat on the bed, giggling like mad. Her phone was clasped in one hand— her other hand had slid past the waistband of her underwear, the blonde unashamedly touching herself.
Sai stepped into the room, a basket full of clothes tucked beneath his arm. Dark eyes rested on his wife—any other man would have gone mad with lust at a sight like that, but he looked indifferent.

“What do you find so amusing, Beautiful?” Sai questioned, setting down the clothes basket on Ino’s well-used, oakwood dresser and beginning to sort out his garments from her own.

“Oh, nothing,” Ino mumbled, still giggling. “I was just texting Sasuke-kun a little, that’s all.”

“What about?”

“What I want to do to him the next time we fuck,” she said without hesitation, still touching herself like mad, still typing away on her phone. “What I want him to do to me,” Ino added. “Damn—you have no idea how wet that’s making me, Sai-kun… thinking about him fucking me.”

“I have an idea,” Sai stated. He was the one who had to change and wash the bed sheets after all. A pause. “This is supposed to be odd for a married couple, isn’t it?”

“What do you mean?” Ino groaned as she continued to touch herself, pumping her hips back and forth gently, blue panties thoroughly soaked. She hadn’t glanced at Sai since he had walked into the room.

“You are talking to me about how much you want to sleep with another man,” Sai said. “You’re pleasuring yourself to thoughts of him right now. But here I am, unmoved by that. Yet, I know that Dickless or any other man in this town would be furious with their partners if they did what you are doing now.”

Ino laughed. “You’re the one who let him fuck me, Sai-kun~!” the blonde cooed. “That alone makes it different, but you have to remember—I don’t love him, not like I love you. Sure, he’s got a big cock; sure, I’d fuck him every night if I could. But you and I both know I’d never leave you for another man just because of the sex. You and I both know that this is all voluntary, that if you wanted us to, Sasuke and I would stop right then and there.”

Sai nodded slightly. “I suppose so.”

The thing was… he wasn’t so sure.

Of course, he could snap his fingers and end the arrangement right then and there—there was no doubt in his mind about that. No more long nights hearing his wife being pounded within an inch of her life; no more mornings where she had to scrape dried flakes of cum off of her face in the bathroom after a massive facial the previous evening. That could all end in an instant.

But the cycle would continue.

Ino would be left unsatisfied, and Sai wasn’t about to develop some secret power to please her. Especially not with the incredibly high standard that Sasuke had set. She would wallow in her despair, fingers and toys not enough to cover the gaping hole left by her inability to get a good Uchiha dicking. He would watch—he would come to the same conclusion: his wife deserved to be with someone who could please her. And just like that, Sasuke would come back into her life.

The case was clear: he really didn’t have a choice. Not one that mattered.

Sasuke would fuck Ino. His wife would be pleasured by the well hung Uchiha whether Sai continued to be okay with it or not. The only difference was, well, was Sai okay with it?

He wasn’t sure.

Before long Ino had begun to giggle and touch herself again, still texting Sasuke. Sai returned to sorting their clothes.

A squeal from Ino distracted her husband once more. “He’s coming over~!” Ino said, grinning from ear to ear, her blonde hair and gorgeous skin seeming to glow. “Oh, I look a mess! I have to get ready!” Blue eyes twinkling, she hopped off of the bed. Stepping toward the closet, she took a green dress from its depths, holding it against her chest. “What do you think, Sai-kun?” Ino questioned. “Should I go with this…? Or, maybe, the red one that I have? Or…” She smirked. “I suppose I could go with my birthday suit as well.”

“Birthday… suit?” Sai mumbled, head tilted to the side.

Ino blinked, before laughing it off. “I mean, I could just be naked when he gets here too,” she clarified. “Green dress, red dress, birthday suit—oh, the options I have.”

Sai’s brow scrunched. “I would advise you choose the… ‘birthday suit’ route, Beautiful,” he said. “Your nude body is very aesthetically pleasing. I would also prefer to not have to clean one of your dresses—that is, if he doesn’t rip it off of you, as Uchiha-san may very well do.”

The blonde giggled. “Excellent points; I am a sexy bitch after all, and damn, if Sasuke-kun doesn’t love walking in on me naked for him, I don’t know what he will love!” She smiled. “And I wouldn’t want to make you do anything either, whether it’s cleaning a dress or picking the pieces of it up off of the floor.

Placing the green dress back in the closet, she set about undressing already. The panties were dragged down her long and luscious legs, the shirt pulled over her head—of course, she had no bra on underneath.

With her ample breasts and her endless curves, Ino was drop-dead gorgeous by anyone’s standards. Sai was quite literally asexual and even he could appreciate how beautiful the woman he aptly called ‘Beautiful’ was. The soft smile on her face, as she put her blonde hair up into a high ponytail, made his heart warm ever so slightly.

“I am going to suck his cock like an animal tonight,” Ino said, giggling like mad once more, and breaking the spell she’d effortlessly put over Sai.

‘I do hope he ejaculates on her face,’ he thought. ‘When he does, it looks so—picturesque. Like I could just—’ His hand twitched at his side, and he allowed that train of thoughts to end there. Ino would think him insane if he asked her to sit still and pose for him, so he could capture that image of her; forever.

Sai inhaled a deep breath. There were two more baskets of clothes for him to sort, and in ten minutes he’d hardly gotten half-way through one. Beautiful always did have a habit of distracting him.

Exactly twenty minutes later, Sai heard a loud bang. Like—the sound of something being knocked over.

“Beau-” He opened his mouth, but before he could speak, the door to the bedroom had been thrown open.

Sasuke stepped in, Ino clinging to him, her lips kissing up and down his neck almost feverishly. Of course, she was nude, and Sasuke had already gotten his pants off, boxers around his legs and his hardened cock being stroked by Ino.

The Uchiha slammed the blonde down on the bed, magenta sheets of the mattress clashing magnificently with her flushed exterior. Prying her hands off of him, Sasuke leaned back—for a moment, he took inventory of the blonde. She was panting with need. “Sasuke,” Ino whimpered, needy pussy pulsating, juices pouring down her thigh. “Please.”

He smirked, slapping his erect member against her thigh almost teasingly.

Sai wasn’t even a third wheel in this case—they hardly even noticed him. The former ROOT member felt it was prudent to take his leave, and before long, he’d begun to edge out of the room. Pausing in the doorway, he allowed himself to stare, just for a moment. A minute was all he needed.

They’d shifted positions rather quickly, and now, Ino had mounted Sasuke. Like a stallion, his long and thick cock rubbing against her plump ass cheek as she stared down at him, hands on his chest.

When she lifted herself up and lowered herself down onto his cock, Sai bit his lip.

It was a moment that he—did not want to forget.

Because never before had he seen Ino look so beautiful. How ironic was it that that moment had to fall in the exact second she was taking the member of another man inside of her? It was really too bad he didn’t understand irony all that well yet.

Sai had to force himself to exit the doorway. Striding down the hallway, he stepped into his private room—it was barren, aside from three things. A shelf packed with painting supplies, a easel, and a chair.

He grabbed the supplies he would need, then sat down.

The man closed his eyes, recalling that image, that exact moment.

Raising his brush, he dipped it into the paint. And now, Sai began his latest and greatest work…

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Her fingers flowed across his muscled chest, Ino humming as she circled the tip of a finger around his pecs.

“God,” Ino whimpered. “How do you cum so much, Sasuke-kun? Your loads are so, so big—I can feel it, backed up inside of me, filling me… there so much cum, Sasuke-kun, so much!”

Sasuke smirked, an arm wrapped around her shoulder. “Good genetics,” he said, pulling her closer, one of his hands grasping her bare breasts and squeezing them for good measure. “Not to mention an absolute bombshell of a woman to fuck—what man wouldn’t want to pump a nice, big load into you?”

“I don’t care who wouldn’t want to do that,” Ino whispered. “So long as you’re willing to do it.”

His smirk widening, Sasuke flipped himself on top of her—Ino groaned as he put his weight on her, but that was merely to hold her down.

“Oh, I’m willing to do it,” Sasuke purred into her ear. “I’m about as willing to do it as I know you’re willing to spread your legs and let me do it.”

Despite the creampie oozing from her loins, Ino could already feel him pressing up against her entrance; his enormous load might as well have been no more than lube—then again, maybe his plan was simply to double the quantity inside of her through obvious means.

Ino moaned—then whined.

“I have to make dinner,” she murmured, giggling slightly as he nibbled at her earlobe.

“Then make it,” Sasuke said. “Though you ought to make it for three—I’ve got nothing but time tonight, and I plan on staying here for as long as I like. Whether you make dinner, take a shower, wash the dishes… I’m sure we can find some time to have fun in between.”

“That we can,” Ino mumbled. “But for now, dinner awaits.”

“Very well.” Sasuke eased himself off of her, Ino letting out a breath of relief as his weight was lifted. “Get to making dinner then.”

She wiggled her hips from side to side, pouting slightly.

“I’m already regretting not just letting you fuck me…” Ino mumbled.

“Don’t worry.” Sasuke eased himself off of the bed. Ino licked her lips as she watched his delightfully large cock hang between his legs. “I’ll be fucking your brains out before long.” As if to taunt her, his cock twitched upward, so big and thick, pulsating angrily in his endless lust.

Ino grinned. “I know you will,” she said, standing up as well. As she walked by, Sasuke slapped her on the ass—she jumped about a foot forward, giggling, uncaring of the red imprint of a hand that now stained her ass cheek. “Ooo~! Where did that come from, Sasuke-kun?”

“Nowhere.” He just liked to ensure his property was well used—what good was that plump ass if he didn’t smack it at least once a day?

The blonde bombshell bounced out of the room, leaving her lover to his own devices. Dinner, logically, would take quite a while to make—Sasuke decided he would busy himself with something fun.

It was time for him to find out what Sai did when he was busy hearing the sounds of his wife being pleased by a real man in the other room.

Sai’s chakra signature was as dull and black as ever. It was easy to follow—he was lead to a small room before long. Pushing open the door…

… Sasuke saw exactly what Sai had painted.

He stepped forward.

His mismatched eyes looked up and down the image.

“You know,” Sasuke said, causing Sai to jump a little. “I am bigger than that.”

“Sasuke-san, I-”
The Uchiha nodded with approval. “It looks good,” Sasuke admitted. And it did—Sai’s palette of colors seemed to capture everything about it. The beauty of Ino’s nude body, from her hefty breasts to her incredible ass. The size of Sasuke’s cock as it pressed against her weeping entrance. The look of ecstasy on Ino’s gorgeous features. The cold, calculating smirk that Sasuke wore.

“You think so?”

“I’m not lying, if that’s what you’re assuming,” Sasuke said. “But, I think this is good. You painting both me and her—after all, I’m going to be in your life for a very long time.”

Sai looked up at Sasuke, face serious. “What do you mean by that, Uchiha-san?”

Sasuke smirked.

“We both know how Ino’s gotten by this point,” Sasuke said. “She’d sooner throw herself off a bridge than fuck a man other than me—by this point, I’m locked into this, whether I like it or not. And I’ve decided that if I’m going to be forced into this one way or another… well, I might as well stake my claim before you get confused about what’s going on.”

Sai stood up slowly; Sasuke didn’t back down an inch.

“You are not making any sense, Sasuke-san. Beautiful is my wife... Sasuke-san. She loves me, not you… no matter how large your genitalia is. Though I know the words you speak about her not letting you go are true, I must tell you one thing—if you try anything to hurt her, I will ensure that you never lay a finger on her again.”

“Sure you will,” Sasuke said. “Good thing I never plan on hurting her. Because, let’s face it, why would I? She’s putty in my hands. Even if she doesn’t realize it consciously, she’s already made her choice.”

He didn’t even wait for an answer.

Sasuke simply turned around and walked out of the room. Toward the kitchen, where a naked Ino was already cooking dinner—the blonde sweaty and flushed, pumped full of Sasuke’s cum. Happy. Content. Looking forward to another long night spent being fucked by Sasuke. Looking forward to another morning spent waking up in Sai’s arms, after she awoke from the sexual coma Sasuke would undoubtedly put her into.

Sai was left behind in his once private room, only accompanied by the painting of his wife riding another man. Proof of his submission, of his failure—proof that was drawn up by his own hand.

With a shudder, Sai looked at the painting.

Once again, his gut clenched—not because of the dawning realization that had hit him, but because… this, was undoubtedly his greatest work. And that alone made Sasuke’s words sting so much more.
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Considering the circumstances, it was a rather tame dinner to be had by the Yamanaka family and their esteemed guest.

“Your cooking isn’t too bad,” Sasuke admitted, stabbing a bit of fish with a chopstick and poking it into his mouth. What a quaint way to eat dinner—completely nude, with a buxom blonde just as naked opposite him, and said blonde’s husband seated to his left.

Ino grinned from ear to ear. “I’m glad you like it,” she purred.

Of course, she was giving him a footjob beneath the table—nimble toes along either side of his shaft, dainty feet dragged up and down. He wasn’t a ‘foot fetish’ type of guy, but he wasn’t about to turn down a little stimulation. Not to mention how her tits jiggled as she stroked his member with her feet.

Sai sat there, gently poking at his food, but not really eating it. His mind was still torn—on one side, he remembered his and Ino’s wedding, all the times they’d shared together, all of the love she had for him. On the other side, he saw her giving Sasuke a footjob… and he remembered with intimate detail the image of Ino lowering herself onto her man’s gargantuan cock.

“Why are you—holding back?” Sai asked Ino.

She blinked. “Huh?” the blonde said, head tilted to the side. “What’d you mean… holding back, honey?”

Sai swallowed—the slim amount of social skill he’d built up over the years was screaming at him to shut his mouth, immediately. But his inner artist wanted— no, demanded that he put forth what it wanted him to say.

“You don’t need to… tuck away your true desires,” Sai began. “I know you want to sleep with Uchiha-san right now. I know. Just—do it. I won’t mind.”

“Re-” A pause; Ino blinked several times. “Really?” she murmured.

After another short pause, Sai nodded.

She did not grin from ear to ear as he might have expected—no, rather, a soft… elegant… breathtaking smile curled her lips. Ino couldn’t have appeared more sexy, more beautiful, more amazing if she had tried.

“Thank you, Sai-kun~!” With that, she disappeared under the table. Sasuke let out a moan as she promptly inhaled his member—thick, meaty cock being stuffed down her gullet, that pulsating sensation only spurring her onward.

Sasuke retrieved another piece of fish with a chopstick, popping into his mouth—groaning once more as Ino deepthroated him.

“Thanks,” was all Sasuke said. It was all he needed to say—after all, they both knew what he had done. He had just given his wife a blank check to do all of the filthy things she’d been wanting to do to Sasuke since he’d stepped foot in the house… right in front of him.

Sai’s fists tightened beneath the table. How arrogant, how smug—Sasuke showed no shame when he moaned and groaned beneath the assault of Sai’s wife. And Ino showed even less shame… so was so happy to suck Sasuke’s cock, her snatch weeping with untamed arousal, her moans only made softer than her lover’s owing to the fact that she was muffled by the thick length stuffed in-between her lips.

And the worst part, in his mind, was one simple fact: he already knew exactly what his inner muse wished to paint next.

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