Primetime: Chapter 27
Welcome to Chapter 27 of Primetime.
Tags: Uzumaki Kushina, MILF, Corruption, Cheating, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism
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Posted on: Jun 7 2025
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Chapter 27 : Reclaimed… Or Is It?
Kushina's dress was still bunched at her waist, the zipper undone down her back. Her bra lay discarded somewhere beneath her body. Her panties were halfway down her thighs, tangled like a forgotten ribbon.
She felt his other hand guiding hers, sliding it toward his crotch, placing her palm over the bulge already freed from his pants. Her fingers reflexively curled. She felt it.
It was already out of his zipper.
Hard.
Hot.
Heavy.
And slightly bigger than Yami. Maybe even Taikin. She couldn't figure out yet as her mind was in this momentary lust.
'Oh… wow,' Kushina thought before she could stop herself.
Her eyes widened just a fraction, her breath catching in her throat. The realization settled in quietly, but it lingered. That fact surprised her more than she wanted to admit.
Her gaze flickered up to his face for a brief second, searching, measuring, before dropping again. Her fingers shifted slightly, testing the weight, the warmth through her palm, her touch tentative at first, then a little more certain. The closed space did not allow much freedom; it didn't help the position she was currently in.
Jin's breath hitched at the contact as he grinned. His other hand had not stopped.
It remained between her thighs, slow and deliberate, tracing through her wet and warm pussy lips that he had already spread with her heat gushing. Every touch was unhurried, intentional, as if he wanted her to feel everything twice over.
Kushina's back arched slightly into the seat.
Her chest rose and fell unevenly, pronouncing her big breasts with eraser-like nipples, her lips parting as she tried to steady herself. Her body responded before her mind could catch up, every nerve awake, every sensation amplified. As he continued to stimulate her, Jin pulled her panties down from her thighs to her knees, letting them slide down to her ankles on their own. Kushina was so absorbed in the moment that she didn't even try to stop him. She even moved her feet so that her panties could slip off completely and land on the seat.
'This is insane…kami what am doing here' she thought, though her hand did not pull away.
Her fingers tightened just a little around his hardened member and she could feel it almost thumping in her hand its length more than her fist.
Jin leaned closer towards those mesmerising teats, his breath warm against her skin, his presence pressing in around her. The space between them felt smaller now, heavier, charged with lust.
Her thighs parted more and his fingers pushed for more open access.
It was not conscious efforts her body reacting automatically, Not wide fully but enough.
The moment stretched.
Hovered right at the edge of something more Kushina looked as he placed his hands around her body as he shifted forward slightly, his intent clear in the way his body moved, the way his grip on her tightened just a fraction as if he was about to pull her closer, onto him, to his laps.
"Lets go more…"
Just as she was almost onto his laps , the low chime of the intercom cut through everything.
"Ladies and gentlemen, we will be landing in Konoha shortly. Kindly return your seat backs to the upright position and fasten your seatbelts once the seatbelt sign is illuminated."
The Captain's voice echoed through the cabin.
Kushina blinked, the spell momentarily broken.
Her body still tingled. Her thighs still quivered. She lied nude there with Jin all over her. Her breasts, still bare, felt the cool shift in cabin pressure as she pulled herself up from her seat slightly.
Jin leaned in again, his tone pleading like a child denied his favorite candy. "We still have time, Kushina-san."
But she had already pulled her hand away from his cock. The heat between them simmered, but she was done. Well for now at least. She reached down, tugging at her dress.
Her voice was low, purring with amused cruelty.
"Maybe later... if you behave like a good boy." Don't get her wrong she was far from getting down and satisfied but she took control of herself. 'I need to control what I was doing here in flight … this was so public. That too when I promised myself' she cursed herself as she scanned the small space beneath her body and Jin for her bra and panties.'But we haven't reached Konoha…so I haven't broken my promise…' she added as she bent down to pick up her panties.
Jin's hand intercepted hers, catching her wrist gently.
"Ah ah," he said with a smirk, "not yet. I think they will stay with me until we finish what we started." as he placed her panties over his thighs
Kushina looked at him, half-annoyed and half-amused. "As you wish," she said, voice soft, eyes sharp bit playfully.
She pulled her dress straps up and leaned back, her fingers guiding the zipper up her back until it stopped just at the point where the fabric hugged her waist snugly. With no bra underneath, the dress molded perfectly to her shape. Her breasts moved freely beneath the soft fabric, every subtle motion outlined beneath the thin material. She hoped she did not malfunction.
Her delicate panties now still lay in Jin's lap. She didn't ask for them. She didn't need to. She sat up, smoothed her dress as best she could, and tapped the screen to bring her seat upright.
The divider between their seats lowered with a low hum. Bright light spilled in. Cool cabin air brushed her skin.It made her shiver involuntarily.
Her nipples tightened beneath the dress instantly, brushing against the inside lining, sensitive from Jin's earlier attention. Her pussy burned. Her thighs still ached, and she could feel the damp heat between them where he had stroked her.
She stood and looked around
People were starting to stretch and adjust themselves for landing. The quiet chatter of passengers resumed. No one knew. No one saw. She sighed in a relief for a moment
All but one.
As she stepped into the aisle, adjusting the hem of her dress to make sure it didn't cling too obviously to her curves, she turned toward the rear of the business cabin.
Yami.
He was already looking at her. His knuckles were white around the armrest. His jaw clenched tight. His eyes simmered with something between jealousy and fury.
Kushina met his gaze for only a second. Her cheeks flushed. She looked into his eyes for a moment before breaking the eye contact
'Oh Kami…You let him. You played along. What are you becoming?' the thoughts played in her mind
She moved toward the lavatory slowly, walking down the aisle with an elegance that was half-forced, half-natural. Her bare core brushed against the soft lining of the dress. Her skin still burned.
Behind her, Jin reclined in his seat again, the softest smile curving his lips. He ran his fingers slowly over the lace panties bunched in his lap, like a trophy he had earned .As he placed them in his pockets as he stood up and looked behind her retreating figure and then smugly at Yami
He didn't care what Yami thought.
Because for now…
He had touched her where Yami never had.
Or so he believed.
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As Kushina walked away toward the lavatory, her back straight, her stride smooth, Jin watched her go with a frustrating ache in his groin and a triumphant gleam in his eyes. The fire she had lit inside him still burned, his member was still hard but it was masked now behind a quiet, self-satisfied smirk.
'Finally, I had a taste too,' he thought.
He stood, adjusting his shirt and smoothing the seat fabric behind him before turning toward the rear aisle. Yami sat there, brooding, face hard and unmoving. Jin caught his cousin's eye just long enough to deliver a look that spoke volumes.
It was not loud or showy.It was just a smirk. A quiet knowing one and that was enough.
Yami's expression didn't change, but his knuckles tightened around the seat's edge. The skin went pale.
Jin turned away as a flight attendant approached from the front. "Sir, we'll begin our descent shortly. Please return to your seat and fasten your belt."
He nodded politely, hiding his amusement, and slipped back into his place beside Kushina's now-empty chair. She returned moments later, her face cool, posture calm, hair freshly adjusted. She smoothed her dress as she sat and wordlessly reached for her seatbelt.
Jin tried his luck one more time.
His hand slid casually toward her thigh, palm angling for that same spot he had touched just minutes ago.
But this time, she was quicker.
Her hand snapped to his wrist, fingers pressing just firm enough to stop him without making a scene. Her voice was soft, but her tone was sharp.
"Not so easy now, Jin-san."
He chuckled under his breath, more amused than offended. The spark between them had dimmed, but it had not died. He could feel it in the way she shifted beside him, in the slight flush still on her cheeks, in the faint tremor of her breath whenever he leaned just a little too close.
She turned her face toward the window, her fingers adjusting the belt. Her expression was unreadable, lips set in a fine line.
But her eyes…those dark, violet eyes…betrayed just a hint of the whirlwind beneath.
Outside, the clouds began to thin.
The plane dipped lower.
And then, through the small oval window, the outline of Konoha slowly began to emerge. First, the edges of the forest. Then rooftops. Buildings. Busy streets.
And Home.
Familiar.
Suddenly, everything felt heavier.
Kushina leaned forward slightly, trying to steady her breath. The chilled air that had been brushing her bare skin now felt harsher somehow. Her breasts, still free beneath the dress, shifted subtly with the motion of the plane.
Her panties were still with Jin.
And he knew it.
She could feel his stare. Not the playful one from earlier.
The pilot's voice came over the intercom again.
"Ladies and gentlemen, we are on our final approach to Konoha. Please ensure all electronics are turned off, trays stowed, and seatbacks upright. We expect a smooth landing."
Kushina pressed herself back into the seat. She folded her hands together in her lap, fingers lacing, knuckles pale.
Outside, the landscape of her city grew larger, closer.
The memories, too.
She could see the Uchiha tower in the far east corner. The senju tower on the west side The arch of the river bridge where she had once kissed Minato on a spring evening.
Everything was here.
Waiting.
Everything she had almost forgotten in the haze of Uzushio.
'This is my reset', she thought. 'This is where it ends.'
The plane dipped again. Wheels extended. Engines softened to a dull roar.
Jin sat beside her, composed and calm.
Yami watched from behind, seething.
And Kushina sat between them, straight-backed, face forward, trying to remind herself who she was before the beach, before the photoshoot, before bedroom shoot, before the plane.
Trying to hold on to the version of herself that she was supposed to be. Not the woman who let herself be touched beneath her dress at thirty-five thousand feet.
But the dress still clung to her warm skin.
And her panties were still missing. And her heart was still racing. Along with those thoughts another thought rang in her mind 'it was wrong but it was exciting'
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As soon as the plane landed and taxied to the gate, and the soft chime of the seatbelt sign faded, Kushina stood with practiced grace, well, as gracefully as someone in her condition could manage. Her fingers clutched her purse and handbag as she adjusted the folds of her summer dress carefully, tugging it at the waist to ensure it fell cleanly against her hips. The sensation of the fabric brushing bare skin reminded her again of what was missing beneath no bra to contain her breasts which were jiggling on each step she took and her nipples which now responded visibly to the chilled cabin air, and no panties to shield her from the teasing whisper of air against her freshly sensitized folds.
She pressed her thighs together and walked briskly ahead, determined to put as much space between herself and the two men behind her. Jin had taken enough liberties for the day. And Yami's simmering glare in the background still burned at the edges of her awareness.
Kushina exited the jetbridge with the cool airport air brushing against her legs. Her heels clicked against the polished floors, and the light fabric of her dress fluttered gently behind her with every step. She made her way swiftly into the arrival corridor to ward the baggage claim area, her eyes scanning with intent.
And then she saw him.
Minato. Her Husband
He stood by the luggage collection area, clad in dark blue jeans and a fitted grey sweatshirt with sleeves pulled to his forearms. The soft lighting highlighted the gentle golden hue of his hair. His lean frame was relaxed but alert, hands casually in his pockets, posture straight, waiting.
He had definitely bypassed the entrance security, no doubt using his diplomatic clearance, just to be closer when she arrived.
Her steps quickened. And her heart did too.
Minato saw her then. His face lit up.
Kushina broke into a near-run, her heels clacking in a fast rhythm. The strap of her purse bounced against her side. The hem of her dress rose slightly with the motion. But she didn't care.
When she reached him, she dropped her bag against his leg and threw her arms around his neck.
"Minato," she whispered before crushing her lips to his.
He staggered back half a step, surprised at the force of it. But he caught her, arms wrapping tight around her waist. He kissed her back, warm and slow, then deeper when her fingers tangled in his hair.
Her body molded to his. Her chest pressed to his with no barrier, nipples stiff beneath the soft fabric. He could feel them, and that alone made his breath hitch.
Their kiss turned open-mouthed quickly. Tongues brushed. Teeth clicked once.
He tasted her.
And Kami, she tasted hungry.
Behind them, somewhere in the buzz of the terminal, a few whistles broke out. Gasps. And the unmistakable click of phone cameras. Kushina ignored them. She was kissing her husband, and right now nothing else mattered.
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Minato had arrived early. An hour, maybe more. He hadn't been able to sit still at home. He had been too excited, too restless at the thought of finally having his wife back in his arms, of tasting her again. So he made his way to the terminal, and under the pretense of checking arrangements, he moved into the arrival zone after a brief conversation with his friend Shikaku Nara, who headed security at Konoha Airport. But truly, beneath all the excuses and official formalities, he had simply missed her.
And not just missed.
Wanted.
These last few days had driven him to the edge. The photos from the shoot…some already posted by her on Ninjagram … Some private pictures shared by her on ninchat… and some leaked online by the KTV crew had done nothing to help. Seeing his wife dressed like that, owning the camera with those confident poses, had lit something inside him. And the absence of her only made it worse. And now she was here.
He was tense with anticipation when he saw her walking toward him.
Her stride was fast, with grace and purpose.
Behind her trailed two young men and those faces he recognized. One of them, the blonde one Yami, if he recalled had that look of sulking defeat, the other with black hair masked his expression too well.
She was searching the crowd. Then she saw him.
Their eyes locked.
At that moment, her face changed. Her guarded expression dropped like a veil, and her smile was the real thing, the kind she had worn on their wedding night. He barely had time to think.
She was already in his arms. And then she kissed him, the world dimmed.
Her body was hot. She pressed against him with urgency. He could feel the way she shifted, chest arched, lips tasting of something sweet and sharp. Her scent was familiar, but something was new in it too.
He didn't question. And he welcomed it.
Their kiss deepened. He held her tighter.
And then he heard it.
The murmurs. The giggles. The phones.
Minato opened one eye briefly and spotted a small group of KTV crew members that he identified near the exit. Some of them were KTV, still in their travel badges, phones out, capturing the reunion. Some were the general public looking at the public display of wild kiss Among them were those same two young men.
Jin.
Yami.
He recognized their names, and Minato did not smile. He had already done his research on who his wife's companions were for this trip, those rich young men he had seen eyeing her during their kiss at the departure terminal last week. He simply tilted his head and claimed Kushina's mouth again in a long, slow motion, letting his hand slide gently down her waist to the small of her back.
'Yeah,' he thought, catching the eyes of the younger men. 'She's mine. Get it clear.'
Kushina's fingers tightened in his hair again. Her lips parted around his tongue. She was breathing through her nose, her body arching just slightly into him.
She was letting go. Giving in.
They finally broke apart, just enough to rest their foreheads together.
Minato whispered, "Welcome home."
Kushina smiled. "I missed you."
He kissed her again, softly this time.
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Jin and Yami watched as soon as the aircraft door opened. The redhead did not hesitate.
She collected her bag, adjusted her dress, and moved into the exit queue with purpose, creating distance almost immediately. Jin noticed it first. The way she angled her body away. The way she never once looked back.
"She's running," Jin muttered under his breath.
Yami narrowed his eyes. "No. She's choosing." he muttered as he came behind his cousin.
They tried to close the gap, but the flow of passengers slowed them. By the time they cleared the jet bridge, she was already halfway down the corridor, heels clicking sharply against the floor, posture straight, head high.
At baggage claim, they finally saw why.
She spotted him instantly.
Her husband stood near the carousel, relaxed but alert, dressed simply, unmistakably confident. The moment their eyes met, everything else in the terminal seemed to blur.
She crossed the remaining distance quickly and kissed him.
Not a polite greeting. Not a restrained reunion.
It was open. Certain. Public.
Jin stopped walking.
Yami did too.
They watched her hands rise to her husband's shoulders. Watched her pull him close. Watched the crowd react with whistles, murmurs, lifted phones.
The husband did not flinch as he reciprocated with the same abandon. His arms came around her with quiet certainty, holding her the way only someone who knew her completely could. He knew who she was, knew the choices she made, and knew the weight of those choices. There was no hesitation in him, no insecurity in the way he kissed her back. It was possession without force, intimacy without performance.
She responded instinctively, her body settling into his as if it remembered a rhythm that no distance could erase. Her fingers curled into the fabric at his back, grounding herself there for a brief moment.
A few steps away, Jin and Yami stood frozen, watching the scene unfold in silence.
Both of them had arrived with their own separate plans and intentions. Jin had already mapped his next move in his head. He had planned to push her further, to take her with him in one of his fuck houses and continue where he had left off on the flight and finally claim what he believed she had been slowly offering him.
Yami's thoughts were darker and more impatient. He had realized, too late, that Jin had slipped something into her system during the flight, something subtle enough to blur edges without dulling awareness. Yami had wanted his turn. He wanted to erase the humiliation and heartburn he felt in flight, to take out the resentment that had been building since the moment he had seen her go under those closed barriers in flight. He wanted to wipe that smugness from Jin's face and replace it with rage and jealousy he had seen on his face last night.
But the sight in front of them stopped everything.
As they watched her trade slow, deliberate and intentional smooch with her husband, tongues meeting with unhurried familiarity, both men understood the same thing at once. Whatever they had planned would not happen here. Not now at least. Not like this.
She was playful in the way she leaned into her husband, distant in the way she did not look back at either of them. Her smile said everything and nothing all at once. And then, her husband looked at them.
Just a glance in a calm, non suspicious, manner, a glance filled with pride.
"He has no idea, does he?" Jin clicked his tongue, his tone dripping with disbelief.
Yami's mouth twisted, more bitter than amused as he muttered. "Poor bastard probably thinks she's a saint. Having no idea that she definitely fucked Jiraiya yesterday. Sucking me off last night on the beach after I ate her out... and letting you do whatever the hell you were doing to her under that barrier."
Jin's eyes didn't leave the kissing couple. "I had my fingers inside her,begging me for more. She was about to cum from just my touch... But look at her now. Playing the loyal wife who is back to her husband's arms. As if nothing had happened."
Yami shook his head, his gaze locked. "It seems we underestimate her. She's not as clueless as she seemed. She kissed him first with that unfaithful mouth of hers. You didn't see the way she trembled when I grabbed her hips when I ate her out. The way she leaned into me, breathless. She's not done. Not even close"
"She knows exactly what she's doing," Jin muttered, jaw clenched. "We just played her game and we didn't notice. This fucking teasing slut. She is just like other cheating wives."
Even with all the complaints and comments they hurled at Kushina, both of them continued to watch bitterly as another man openly enjoyed the sexy redhead they had set their sights on.
Then the husband glanced their way again. Just once and it was enough for them .
There was no challenge in his eyes. No threat. Just calm ownership. As if he were saying that she was his, that he knew her, and that they did not matter.
Jin felt it like a slap to the face. His throat tightened.
"So what now?" he asked.
Yami exhaled slowly, calculating. "Now we wait. She is confused, not finished. We have time. And next time, I will fuck her for sure."
"So we call it a draw," Jin said, reminding him of the bet.
"Guess it is," Yami replied, his words forced through clenched teeth.
Kushina's panties had been claimed by these two cousins within the last 24 hours, which they considered their trophies from a successful hunt. Now they were just consolation prizes when they saw that blond guy enjoying the redhead in public.
"I bet she fucks him in the car," Yami muttered.
He was the first to turn away, slipping his hands into his pockets, his expression unreadable while his mind continued to work.
Jin lingered. He watched the redhead separate from her husband as she laughed at something he said, brushing her hair behind her ear. She looked so normal. As if none of it had ever happened. 'She definitely will, I was so close as well' Jin thought not speaking out the reply to Yami's thoughts.
That was what stung the most.
"She let both of us in," Jin muttered under his breath. "And now she is going home like nothing happened. I have never seen a woman like that. That damn slutty woman." His fingers clenched involuntarily.
"A truly amazing slut," Yami added. "There has never been a woman like her, someone who teased us and lasted this long without being fucked. She is truly a deceiving, teasing onna."
"So this is over, right?" Jin asked, looking at Yami.
"No. This is not over. Not yet," Yami said. "We will still continue our bet."
"You mean…" Jin began.
"Yes. Now it is about who fucks her first."
The moment was over. But in their minds, the plans were only postponed, not abandoned.
Just delayed.
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The sun was almost at its peak by the time Kushina and Minato stepped into the airport parking lot. The late morning and almost noon light cast crisp shadows across the pavement, heating the metal of nearby cars and drawing a shimmer off the windshields. The air was warm, laced with the scent of exhaust and summer.
Minato took her luggage, the trolley bag without comment, fingers curling around the handle as if this was the most natural thing in the world. He moved ahead of her with that familiar ease, the one that always made her feel safe even when her thoughts were anything but calm.
She followed a step behind him, watching him. Her body still felt charged, humming beneath her skin. She did not know whether it was the accumulation of too many touches and too much stimulation from Jin over the course of the flight, or the fact that she was walking like this behind her husband without any underwear. The underwear she had let Jin walk away with.
There was also the lingering effect of whatever Jin had slipped into her system, though she did not know that. All she knew was that the heat in her loins had not faded. If anything, it had sharpened.
She could feel her pussy aching, almost ready to overflow with need, and being this close to her husband only made it worse. All she wanted was to rip his pants off and have him take her without questions.
"I have to control myself. I am here now. Everything I did in Uzushio or on the flight is behind me. I can have Minato, and he can have me, all I want, all the time. Just a little patience."
The thoughts did not help much.
Minato opened the trunk, placed the bag inside, then walked around to the driver's seat. Kushina slid into the passenger side, the door closing with a solid click that made the space suddenly feel smaller. The car's interior was a bit warm from sitting under the sun for some time, but its heat was nothing compared to what was boiling inside her.
'I'm alone with Minato now,' she thought.
For a moment, scenes from what she had done with Taikin just a week ago flashed through her mind. Her cheeks flushed at memory. She quickly looked at Minato, who adjusted his seat, started the engine, and rested one hand on the wheel.
Before he could pull out, she leaned across the center console and kissed him again.
He kissed her back immediately, instinctively, his mouth warm and familiar. For a moment he let himself forget everything else. Then he pulled back just enough to breathe.
"Wait, Kushi chan. We have to go home," he said softly. "Believe me, I want to have you as much as you want to have me."
But Kushina was not interested in waiting.
Her hand moved without hesitation, sliding over his thigh, then higher, slow and deliberate over the fabric of his pants. She watched his reaction closely. The way his breath caught. The way his shoulders tensed.
"Kushinaaaa," he breathed, a warning and a plea tangled together.
As she shifted closer, Minato finally noticed what his body had already begun to understand. One strap of her dress had slipped down her shoulder. Beneath the thin fabric there was no support. No bra. Her pink hard nipples pressed faintly against the material, unmistakable now that he was looking.
The thought hit him all at once. She had traveled like this. From Uzushio to here. Sitting among people. Walking through terminals. Completely unrestrained.
A memory of a younger Kushina flashed in his mind, back when they had just started dating. She had been a wild, impulsive girl, unafraid to tease or tempt him. He remembered how she used to do things like this often, pushing boundaries with that same confident smirk. But she stopped after they got married. 'Until now.' He internally thought
His body responded instantly. He felt himself harden under her touch, felt the unmistakable twitch beneath his pants as her fingers brushed over him.
"Kami…," he murmured. "You were not wearing a bra. All the way here."
She smiled slowly, violet eyes dark and heavy with want. "You like it."
He did not trust himself to speak. He only nodded.
Her smile deepened. She lifted the hem of her dress, inch by inch, letting him see what she had chosen to hide and what she had chosen to offer. His breath hitched when he realized the truth.
No panties either.
Her shaved pussy lay bare beneath the midday sunlight streaming through the windshield, already wet, and he could sense how badly she was aching. The sight of it sent another sharp pulse through him.
This was the old Kushina. The wild, uninhibited Kushina he sometimes missed. He had never said anything aloud when she stopped behaving that way after their marriage, but the truth was he had missed it. Deeply.
And now, seeing her like this, coming without underwear beneath that short summer dress all the way from Uzushio, that too in flight… gave him an undeniable and long-missed rush of arousal and excitement.
'Kami, she must have missed me too,' he thought. 'All that time she was alone in Uzushio. We haven't even had sex since I returned, with one thing or another getting in the way.'
He had no idea what the real truth was.
"Kami," Minato whispered. "You traveled like that. How did you even…"
He did not finish the thought. His body had reached its limit.
She freed him from his pants with practiced ease, her hand closing around him, warm and sure. He groaned as she stroked him, slow at first, then firmer as she felt his response.
"Drive, Minato," she said quietly.
His mind reeled. A part of him screamed that this was reckless, impossible, that he should stop her. Another part of him had dreamed of this very moment more times than he would ever admit.
No way, he thought weakly. She is really going to do this.
He put the car in motion, hands tight on the wheel, eyes fixed on the road as Kushina leaned down between his legs.
The moment her lips wrapped around his cock, his composure shattered.
She was slow and unhurried, teasing him with the soft warmth of her mouth. Her tongue moved with deliberate care, tracing every contour of him, drawing a deep groan from his chest. His jaw clenched as he fought to stay focused, every nerve in his body now hyperaware.
For Kushina, the sensation sparked a strange and unwelcome sense of familiarity. A flicker of memory surfaced, what she had done with Taikin not long ago. It made her pause for a single heartbeat.
She pushed the thought aside.
'This is different. This is Minato. My husband. My choice,' she reminded herself.
Still, her body moved with practiced ease, trying to replicate the technique she had used before. Her mind made an unconscious comparison.
'Minato is a bit thinner than Taikin-san… and Yami. A little different in shape…' she thought, adjusting the pressure of her mouth and grip.
She took him deeper, hollowing her cheeks as she sucked, her hand moving in a perfect rhythm with her mouth.
Slurp.
Slurp.
Minato groaned aloud, his grip tightening on the steering wheel as he guided the car onto the road. Every sound she made was another crack in his control, another wave of heat that coiled in his gut.
"You like this," she murmured against him, her voice sending a low vibration through him.
He could not speak. He could only drive. And endure. And want her more than he ever had before.
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Slurp.
Slurp.
The wet, rhythmic sounds in the car were mostly drowned out by the hum of the engine and Minato's own strained groans. But inside, the space was thick with the smell of sex, heat, and something unsaid.
"Kami, Kushina... you are doing so well," Minato groaned, his head tilting slightly back. His voice was hoarse, laced with disbelief and pleasure.
He silently thanked every star above that the car had black tinted windows. Being an embassy vehicle meant he could drive without needing to stop much. No checks. No questions. No eyes peering in. Just him and his wife. And her lovely mouth on him.
Slurp.
Slurp.
The intensity began to build. He felt it. His hips twitched slightly, his knuckles whitening on the wheel. His other hand moved down, fingers tangling into her red hair. He was not pushing her, just holding. Needing something to anchor himself.
He knew what was coming.
He eased the brakes slowly, and the car came to a stop at the side of the road, traffic flowing past, unconcerned and completely unaware of what was happening inside.
"Kushinaa…ah..," he breathed. "I am... I am going to..."
And then it happened.
With a helpless groan, Minato came. His release hit hard. His hand tightened on her head as his member pulsed in her mouth. She did not flinch. Her throat constricted instinctively as she took all of him in, her lips sealed tight, her tongue still moving until the last drop.
Only when he finally softened did she pull back.
Minato looked down, his vision blurred with satisfaction. And there she was.
A small trail of cum glistened on her lower lip, her eyes meeting his with unreadable calm. It was almost too much. The sight of her like that, still licking the corner of her mouth, made something primal rise in him again. He wanted nothing but to take her across the console, to flip her over the seat and lose himself inside her.
But he gritted his teeth.
"Damn... let me drive us home first," Minato muttered, forcing his eyes back on the road as he pushed the accelerator.
Kushina sat back up, exhaling slowly, a trace of disappointment tightening in her chest. Her lips tingled, her mouth still warm from what she had done. She rubbed it clean with the back of her hand, then adjusted her dress back into place.
'If it were Taikin... or Yami... even Jin... they would have taken me right here,' she thought. The idea brought a brief, dark pulse through her stomach.
But then another voice in her head answered, softer.
'But this is Minato. This is why he's different.'
She glanced at him as he drove. Calm, composed, focused. Like her, he too had changed after marriage. The Minato she had met in the beginning the teenage Minato who had fucked her at a bus stand of all places and that Minato would not have hesitated. He would have pulled over and taken her, right there, without a second thought. Likely in a wild hunger and reckless manner not caring if anyone saw them or not.
'I guess he is not as loose-willed as I am,' she thought, almost bitterly. And yet... almost fondly.
Still, something simmered under the surface. A tinge of heat that had not been satisfied. The deeper ache that lingered in her belly. And her thoughts refused to stay still.
'He came so soon...'
Unbidden, a memory of Yami rose. How long he had lasted. How teasing he had been. How he had edged her. She blinked the thought away.
'Shut up. What am I thinking. Cut those thoughts. This is Minato. This is different.'
But comparisons, once they start, rarely go away so easily.
She leaned her head against the seat window, eyes on the road ahead. Minato increased the car's speed slightly, perhaps eager to get home, perhaps trying to outrun his own thoughts. The city began to rise around them. Buildings. Malls. Signs she recognized. And soon, their apartment block came into view.
A modest high society tower nestled in the quieter Northern district of Konoha, surrounded by low trees and clean sidewalks. It was quiet, the way Minato had always preferred. Close to the main roads, but tucked away enough to feel like a retreat.
The car slowed as he pulled into the private lot, wheels crunching softly on the gravel. He parked in their reserved slot and turned off the engine.
Minato turned to her. "Do you want to head up first, or..."
Kushina opened her door without answering.
She stepped out gracefully, adjusting her dress again, smoothing down invisible creases. She could feel her thighs slightly sticky. A reminder. A need that had not gone away.
As they walked, she spotted Kotetsu and Izumo near the building entrance. The two men noticed them instantly.
Kotetsu raised his hand with a grin. "Kushina-san, what a wonderful shoot. Saw the clips. You were amazing."
Kushina gave a small nod, her expression unreadable, her pace unchanged.
Minato followed with her trolley bag, watching her as she walked ahead, her hips swaying with that same practiced rhythm. She was not putting on a show. She simply moved like that. Always had. But today, it felt exaggerated. Intentional. And that thought made his pants tighten again, despite having just come minutes ago.
They reached the lobby. She entered the code with her usual swiftness and they stepped into the empty elevator. The doors closed with a hush.
Neither of them spoke.
The numbers on the display ticked up slowly as the elevator moved upward.
Minato finally glanced at her, opening his mouth as if to say something.
Kushina turned her head to him, her expression calm and unreadable.
He closed his mouth again.
Ding.
Their floor.
The doors opened.
They stepped out together, still silent.
He unlocked the door and held it open for her. She walked in first.
And that was when she turned.
Her voice was soft. "Put the bag down."
Minato blinked.
She was already kicking off her heels.
"Kushina..."
The door barely clicked shut before she jumped on him, her legs wrapping around his waist as her arms circled his neck.
She kissed him hard, mouth hungry, lips parted with intent. He stumbled back against the closed door, catching her weight easily, his hands finding her thighs to hold her up.
He could feel her need in the way her body pressed into him.
And he kissed her back with equal hunger.
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Minato kissed her again, slower this time much to her rising frustrations as he dictated the pace here , as his hands reached behind her and found the zipper at the back of her dress. He began pulling it down with careful control, almost savoring the motion, the anticipation grounding him.
The thin spaghetti straps of her dress fell from her shoulders, slipping down like a whispered invitation. The fabric loosened completely, and soon Kushina stood nude in his arms, her body pressing against him with nothing in between.
His breath caught. His eyes lowered, drinking in every part of her. Her pink nipples stood firm with arousal, her chest rising and falling as her breath quickened. Below, her pussy gleamed, waxed and wet, a thin trail of juices already painting her inner thighs.
He had been thinking about this ever since he had seen the beach pictures on the day one of the photoshoot and she had confirmed to him that she had waxed for the beach shoot. For three days it had haunted him. He had imagined it while showering, while lying in bed alone. Now it was right in front of him.
"I will feast now," he muttered, his voice low with hunger, more to himself than to her.
Minato remembered how the men at the airport, especially those young men, had looked at her. Jin and Yami. Their eyes lingering, especially when he had kissed her at the airport before departure. He had done his research on them too. Knew who they were. And still, he did not doubt her. Not really. He had seen them today again and he had seeked pleasure as he saw them disappointed as he had kissed his wife
Minato knew she would never allow anyone to go beyond the line, not outside work. He trusted that. And still, when she returned to him like this, bare and beautiful, arms around his neck, lips seeking his, it filled him with a fierce, quiet pride. A possessive pride that coiled in his chest and settled heavy in his groin.
In his mind, she was his. Completely. Just as he was hers.
He chuckled, voice thick. "Kami be damned, Kushi... you were so bold in that summer dress. Wearing nothing underneath. Were you teasing others? Or is it just for me ?"
He let his own clothes fall away now. No pretenses. No shame. His hardened member stood proud and ready, catching the light as he stepped closer to her. Her eyes flickered down and then up again, something unreadable dancing behind her lashes.
Her breath hitched. She was turned on by his words, his tone, the way he looked at her. But her thoughts shifted for a moment. The words stung something open in her.
She remembered. Earlier in flight , Jin took her underwear from The way his fingers had pushed into her while she gasped into silence.
Uzushio. The bikini shoot. The way she had let herself fall
And then yesterday.
Almost a nude shoot with Jiraiya-san. She had allowed that. Her body fully on display, the heat of the lights turning her on more than it should have. That evening, she'd slept with Shiro, her ex. 'No excuses, It had happened. I even rode him and tired him out'' she thought flashes of those memory playing
At night, it was Yami at the beach. He had devoured her, his tongue making her cry out. Then she had taken him in her mouth, tasting the rawness of what she had become.
And today... today she had almost given in to Jin of all people. Jin, the one she had scolded like a teacher in Uzushio's coffee lounge. She had almost fallen to him.
But now... she was with Minato.
She whispered it in her head like a prayer. 'Now I am with Minato. It was not in Konoha'
She stepped into him as he placed a hand on her lower back, guiding her toward the kitchen counter. There was no force in his touch. Just certainty. The kind of pull only he had ever mastered on her.
The cool edge of the granite pressed into the back of her thighs as he settled between them. Her palms spread behind her to hold herself steady. Minato leaned in and kissed her again, this time deeper. His chest against hers, his hand already trailing from her waist down to her thigh.
Her legs spread wider. The air felt hotter.
She moaned softly into his mouth.
He responded with a low grunt. The sound of a man finally claiming what he had craved. What he had imagined every night since she had left.
His fingers found her wetness and paused.
"So wet already..." he murmured against her neck.
She didn't reply. Her mouth was parted but no words came, only ragged breath. The stimulant from Jin still working in her system was making her hypersensitive. Every brush of his skin on hers was electric. Her body felt starved. Her nipples throbbed. Her inner walls clenched in longing.
Minato didn't know all that had happened. He knew nothing. He did not know how close to the edge she already was. But he could feel it the moment his hand settled between her thighs. Her body gave itself away. Her wetness was unmistakable, gushing and unrestrained, her labia parted and swollen, throbbing openly, her desire trailing down her skin without shame.
His cock twitched with excitement as he lined himself up, hard and aching, needing her in a way that felt almost desperate after so long.
He pushed in.
"Ahh, Mina…" she gasped loudly.
The stretch hit her all at once. The sudden fullness stole the air from her lungs. Her back arched against the cold counter as he buried himself inside her in one smooth, claiming thrust. There was nothing gentle about it. It was possession. It was hunger. It was a husband taking his wife after too much time apart.
Her thoughts shattered on impact. Whatever lingered from Uzushio, whatever memories threatened to surface, she crushed them down. She refused them. This was now. This was him.
"Ahhh Kushi…how does it feel to have me inside your waxed pussy….this is so wonderful you should always shave…." Minato grunted as he started to thrust in and out of her .
Slchuk
Slchuk
Sounds reverted in the kitchen counter as Minato's hands locked around her hips. His body pinned her in place as he began to move. His hips rolled with purpose, his pace deliberate and forceful, every thrust deep and unrelenting. Their rhythm turned primal within seconds.
"Ahh… Mina…" she moaned again, her voice breaking.
Slchuk.
Slchuk.
Each thrust made her body jolt, and the sound of their wet collision filled the kitchen with lewd echoes. The slap of skin against skin was sharp, rhythmic, relentless. Her breasts swayed with every impact, nipples grazed by the air and her hair sticking to her shoulders as sweat formed along her spine. Minato's groans grew heavier, rougher, throatier, his breath breaking apart as he lost himself in the pace.
Her cries grew louder, uncontrollable. She was past the point of composure.
"Fuck, Kushi…" he gasped between grunts, his voice raw and shaken. "You feel so good. I missed this... I missed you… ahh…"
She couldn't form a reply. Her mouth was open, lips parted, but only breath came out. Her hands clawed at the granite countertop, her nails dragging against the surface as her body rocked with each powerful thrust. Her legs trembled around his waist, trying to hold on, but she could barely keep them locked as he plunged into her again and again.
His cock struck the same place with brutal precision, deep and upward, brushing the spot inside her that made her eyes roll back. She bit into her lower lip, trying to silence herself, but the moan broke through anyway, high-pitched and desperate.
The pressure inside her built fast. Too fast.
She felt it coiling at the base of her spine, a white-hot knot that tightened with every thrust, every sound, every grunt from him. Her pussy clenched around him reflexively, juices slick and coating both of them, making each movement louder, sloppier.
Minato's hands moved upward, cupping her breasts from behind. He pinched her hardened nipples, tweaking them with just enough roughness to make her whimper. The pain shot straight to her core, only heightening the pressure that was already threatening to break her.
His hands slid down her ribs, firm and claiming, then gripped her ass with both hands, spreading her slightly before pulling her harder onto his thrusts. Her feet barely touched the ground. She was suspended, held between his body and the counter, forced to meet every thrust with no escape.
The sound echoed through the kitchen now.
Slchuk. Slchuk. Slchuk.
It was raw, obscene, and unforgiving and she loved every second of it. It felt like she was rewriting everything she had done in Uzushio, or what she had once done before with Taikin. Now, she was giving her body to where she believed it truly belonged, at least in her own opinion.
Then the orgasm hit her like a storm.
Her head snapped back, hair flying. Her mouth opened wide as a cry escaped that sounded nothing like her usual voice.
"Ahhh… arh… ahmmmhah… Mina…"
It was an unrestrained cry raw and broken. The kind of voice she had unconsciously suppressed when she had been with Taikin, or later, with Shiro. All the sexual tension and pent-up orgasms she had held back and even when Jin was stimulating her earlier in flight now came flooding out at once.
This was primal. It was pain, pleasure, and punishment crashing together in a single overwhelming wave.
Her inner walls spasmed, clenching around him with wild desperation. Her entire body shook, her thighs trembling uncontrollably as the orgasm tore through her.
And at that moment there was no Uzushio. No Jiraiya. No Shiro. No Jin. No Yami.
Just Minato.
The one who had always claimed her without cruelty. The one who looked at her with love, not possession. And yet now, the way he was fucking her felt like he was trying to erase everything. As if his cock could rewrite her from the inside out. Well at least that's what she thought or envisioned.
Minato groaned as he felt her tighten around him. It was all he needed.
He kept thrusting, harder now, faster. His pelvis slapped her ass in sharp bursts. His balls smacked against her soaked skin. His pace grew ragged as he chased his release.
He kept thrusting harder now, faster. His pelvis slapped against her ass in sharp, relentless bursts. His balls smacked against her soaked skin with every drive forward. His rhythm grew ragged as he neared his release.
"Take it," he growled through clenched teeth. "Take all of it. Mine. Only mine. Let those men see you, talk to you, but you're mine… right? Ahhh.."
His voice broke on the last word. Her body was still spasming when he slammed into her one final time, burying himself to the hilt as he came. His cock throbbed inside her as he spilled deep, hot ropes of cum shooting into her, flooding her with his release. His grip on her hips turned bruising as he held her in place, trembling against her back.
They stayed locked together, panting, shaking.
The only sounds now were the heavy drag of their breath, the faint cooling of sweat on skin, and the distant hum of the refrigerator. Her breasts pressed against the counter. His forehead leaned into her shoulder.
She was no longer thinking. Just feeling.
And even if it only lasted this moment, she believed she had undone something.
Not forgiven. Not forgotten. But rewritten.
Minato stayed inside her, still hard, still pulsing gently, refusing to pull out yet. As if removing himself might undo it all.
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As husband and wife lay there together on the kitchen counter, naked and spent, Kushina stared up at the ceiling and let her breathing slow. Her chest rose and fell in quiet rhythm, her red hair fanned beneath her like a halo, strands damp against her flushed skin. The air was thick with the scent of sex, sweat, and heat, the echo of their shared urgency still lingering in the silence.
Her body still hummed with the aftereffects of being taken. Not roughly. Not savagely. But deeply. Purposefully. With a kind of quiet intensity only Minato gave her. It hadn't been like her night with Taikin, where she had been almost tossed and manhandled, fucked against surface and moaning like she had no past and no future. Nor had it been like yesterday, when she had taken Shiro and ridden him with full control, his hands barely able to hold her as she slammed down onto him, her eyes locked on his as she made him watch and controlled him and tired him out.
But this…this was something else.
She felt it in the way her thighs still trembled slightly, in the warmth between her legs where his cum now slowly leaked out of her. It carried weight. It grounded her. Settled something inside her that had been too loose and floating for the last few weeks .
'I needed this,' she thought. 'I needed him.'
It wasn't just the sex. It was the way he held her afterward. The way he kissed her forehead and ran a hand slowly down her side, like he was making sure she was real. Like he still wanted to map her body, even after all this time.
'I feel... reclaimed,' she admitted to herself, blinking slowly. 'Like something that had slipped away inside me was pulled back into place. Like I was unmoored, and he tethered me again.'
Her heart, for the first time in the last twenty-four hours, felt light.
She turned her head slightly to the side. Minato was sitting on the edge of the sink next to the counter, still fully naked, his golden hair tousled and damp, clinging slightly to his forehead. His chest rose and fell with steady breaths, his expression calm and content.
'I hope you never know about my unfaithfulness, Mina-koi…' she thought, the guilt twisting softly in her chest.
He looked like the boy she had fallen for all those years ago. And for just a moment, she saw that version of herself too young, free, not tangled in guilt or secrecy.
'I wish I could just stop here,' she thought. 'Freeze this moment. Let it erase everything else.'
For a few precious seconds, she allowed herself to believe that everything before this was behind her.
Then the thought betrayed her.
'Oh Kami. I have been with four different men in the past twenty-four hours.'
The realization hit hard. Heavy. Undeniable.
'Shiro had fucked me. Minato had just fucked me. Yami had taken my mouth after eating me out. Jin had almost had me, his fingers inside me mid-flight. And if I counted Jiraiya-san… who had definitely seen me nude in the honeymoon suite photo shoot, far too closely… that made five.'
She closed her eyes. Her mind replayed the last day in flashes. The heat. The hands. The lack of hesitation. The way she had kept saying yes without ever stopping to breathe. She swallowed hard and turned her head to the side.
Minato was sitting on the sink nearby, still naked, relaxed in a way that made her chest tighten. The sight of him like that pulled up memories she had not thought about in years.
Teenage nights. Too many bodies. Orgies that blurred faces and names. Recklessness she had sworn she had grown out of.
'Am I reverting to that?' She wondered. 'Am I slipping back into something I thought I had left behind?'
Her legs shifted slightly, and she felt the sticky reminder between her thighs. The fact that Minato had been the most recent one to fuck her mattered more than she wanted to admit. It softened the sharpest edges of her guilt. It let her pretend that the line had been redrawn in the right order.
If she had been someone else they would almost laugh at her and at the silly thought. Being re-claimed back by her lover, as if that alone could rewrite the sequence of everything that had happened. As if it could erase the hours before him.
'The sex with Minato had felt better than I expected. Deeper and more urgent. Almost as if my body had needed the contrast… needed the familiarity to anchor itself after everything else,' she thought.
'Did Mina-koi get turned on by me coming without underwear from the flight?' she wondered. 'He definitely did…'
'I wonder if my cheating made sex with him more satisfying.'
The very thought made her flush, her cheeks burning with shame….and something dangerously close to curiosity.
Just as she began to spiral further into that uncomfortable realization, Minato's phone went off. The sharp sound of his alarm cut clean through her thoughts.
She recognized the tone instantly.
"Oh shit," Minato muttered as he stood up quickly. "Naruto."
Kushina turned her head toward the far wall and squinted at the clock. One twenty in the afternoon. Right on time. School pickup.
She groaned softly and pushed herself upright on the counter. As she moved, she saw the mess between her legs. A slick mixture of his and her fluids trailed down her inner thighs and dripped onto the floor beneath her as fresh fluids leaked out of her pussy. The evidence of what they had just done was impossible to ignore.
Her eyes traveled around the kitchen and the mess they had created.
Clothes lay scattered through the hallway. A chair was tipped slightly off angle. Utensils and plates were still on the floor where they had been abandoned when everything else had stopped mattering.
Their little world of sex had left a visible wake.
"Uff," Minato said with a crooked smile as he reached for his clothes. "I would want another round. But let me pick up Naruto first. Maybe we can continue our excursions later."
He winked at her.
Kushina huffed a small laugh and nodded. "Yeah. I will clean up here."
TBC
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