Jealousy sick

Sakura Uchiha couldn't relax ...

Around the long table in the Uzumaki house were also the host family, Ino and her husband Sai, her husband Sasuke and her daughter Sarada were occupying seats. Eating and chatting nonchalantly. The atmosphere was ideal. Hinata was a wonderful cook and everything seemed perfect. Naruto was in high spirits. Ino and Sai were chatting happily. Even Sasuke thanks to the drink, he seemed more open than usual to communication. However, Sakura Uchiha couldn't find comfort, even if everything seemed ideal.

Her gaze, whether she wanted it or not, she invariably drifted to the other end of the table. There, her only daughter, Sarada, had a happy conversation with the rest of the young people seated around her. Himawari, accompanied by her two teammates. And of course Boruto Uzumaki.

Sakura wanted it or not, she averted her eyes towards that young man. He hadn't even looked at her the entire lunch. He was next to Sarada, sitting close to him and the boy ran his left arm familiarly over the back of his girlfriend's chair. They whispered things, laughed and chatted in low voices. All the women around the blond seemed spellbound by his smiles. Even his own little sister. Sakura could tell that she didn't take her eyes off her for almost anything in the world. Although of course, she did not have to see a love issue in that case. But it was well known that Bolt had always gotten along wonderfully with her. She had had a lot of trouble with Naruto, even sometimes she had revealed herself to Hinata. But Himawari was her absolute adoration and she loved him very much too.

-Sakura Chan? Hello! Earth calling Sakura-chan ?! She was awakened by the funny voice of Naruto in front of her.

-ah…. What? ...- she woke up surprised- What's wrong Naruto?

The laughter around her surprised her. She blushed slightly, understanding that she wasn't paying any attention to the adult conversation. She was too focused on staring off into the distance at Bolt. She was too focused on what had happened during the last two weeks whenever Sarada and Sasuke weren't in Konoha. Days and nights, where Bolt visited her at the Uchiha house. Where they had awesome sex sessions. Drugs, alcohol, sex and more sex.

"Stop protecting your baby's forehead ..." Ino whispered, loud enough for all the nearby adults to notice, "it's not like Bolt is going to devour her or anything ... ji hee hee.

Sasuke didn't like the comment half. But she had to give in a bit when she saw Naruto's teary eyes with laughter. Even Hinata, who was always demure and silent, was flushed and smiling from the effects of the sake. It was a very nice intimate moment for those friendly families. A moment of peace. Even Sasuke seemed to admit with his gestures in those moments, that he had his charm in certain aspects of civil life.

The talks continued. The table divided the young enough from the older ones. Sakura drank a lot, mostly to forget those clouds that bothered her. She was at the same table with her husband, her daughter, and the lifelong friend she felt must have been her partner. Plus in addition, Bolt. A little man who had fucked her in a way that was hard to forget. All together, like a bomb that could explode if someone suspected something strange. And that young man didn't even look at her. As if nothing of all the nights of perversions, had existed.

Sakura had been staring at Bolt for too long. She realized that everyone could be suspicious about it, and tried to distract himself by noticing her own glass. She was empty, and she needed to keep drinking to forget. Sasuke had the bottle close to her hand, she looked at him slightly, but her husband did not understand or did not care. He just kept focused on the mission conversation he was having with Sai and Naruto. Meanwhile, she in the distance she could see a scene that bothered her greatly.

Sarada took the glass from her, and moved it feeling empty. Then, Sakura watched as Bolt took to himself the far away bottle, to gently serve fruit juice to his girlfriend, and then slowly put it down on the table. Bolt was attentive to Sarada. He always treated her with courtesy, he put his arm around her and restrained her. He gave her little kisses from time to time, while they shared intimate things. It was sun and shadows with Sasuke.

Why?! Why was this happening before his eyes ?! Why hadn't she noticed it before?

She felt stupid. She felt worse than ever. In front of her she had Sai, who had been a subject without feelings. And now he was a loving husband to Ino. She also looked at Naruto, who despite not seeming to love her wife, treated her like a queen. He never stopped being nice to her. And what was that idiot Sasuke doing? He wasn't even capable of being nice to his woman in front of others. She would go on distant missions for months. He left her alone, needy and horny. He left her alone to raise Sarada. He always left her alone!

-Permit! –Sakura said standing up abruptly, with hidden anger- I… have to go to the toilet.

The rest of the table did not take much attention. She had been a little surprised by the vehemence of the request. But Sakura had been quite disconnected from the talks that day. She just must have one of those awkward moments for women. Both Naruto and Sai noticed that Sasuke had cared little and nothing. Therefore, it must be a weightless matter.

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She looked at herself in the bathroom mirror. She was trying to look more relaxed and calm. She had used the place, more out of relief than urgency. She moistened her face at the sink. She was looking for serenity. Looking at herself in the mirror, she began to notice certain details about herself that were somewhat… "different". First of all, her chosen clothes were a bit more demure. She hadn't been so interested in what they thought of her looks anymore. For example, she had had little eye contact with Naruto. She reminded herself, much more interested in catching a glance from the Hokage about a month ago.

Her gaze lost itself. In her green eyes. The memory of that past weekend. The caresses of a young man who was not her husband, nor the love of her life. That boy had dominated her body as she wanted. He had sated her youthful lust and hers as well. And now that? Was he just playing him by being the perfect boyfriend for Sarada? To pretend that he hadn't enjoyed her like crazy with her? Who the heck did she think he was ?! Did he think he could play with her like she was a little girl ?!

-Damn ... -she said biting her impotence- you think you can play with me like that. Without paying the consequences. But you won't control me anymore. I will not let you enter my mind again.

Upon leaving the bathroom, Sakura decided not to give up another inch of her thoughts. Let Bolt pretend he was the ideal boyfriend. That he pretended not to have caressed her, not to have fucked her in several nights over the last month, of hot sex without respite. The only thing that seemed to interest him was keeping her away from her father. And that's what he was going to do! He wouldn't give her any more excuses to blackmail her! If Bolt believed it was a sacrifice of her to fuck her, she would ease the task forever.

The next few hours after dinner was of past stories and laughter. Women of all ages shared the cleaning chores. They then drank tea, prepared as usual by Hinata's good hand. Sakura forgot her personal dilemmas for all that time. She concentrated on the good of the friendly meeting. Hinata looked happier than usual, also Ino who with her typical humor contributed to general good health. The younger girls like Sarada and Himawari, helped the adult women while chatting with each other.

The men divided into groups. Naruto and Sasuke engaged in their "personal talks". No doubt they were talking about the relentless search the Uchiha had for the renegades of the last war. But Sai, he was more interested in spending time alone with Boruto. They were in the backyard of the Uzumaki house. Taking advantage of the fact that everyone else was distracted with certain issues.

At some point in certain meetings, Sakura went down a hallway straight to the dining room. She was in search of the men in the house to offer them some tea. Both Naruto and Sasuke declined the idea, and continued with their mission planning, sitting comfortably around the desk in the Hokage's private office. To find Sai and Boruto, Sakura had to search the backyard for them. She was about to leave to make them the same invitation. She saw them converse very seriously, and moreover, she observed that they were not alone.

-It's a pleasure to see you again Bolt-kun ... -said the woman smiling softly-same for you, Sai-san.

-Hanabi-sama… .- she nodded, looking at her sideways the blonde- if she looks for Ka-san… she will surely find her in the kitchen.

Sakura watched the situation from inside the house. Something about Bolt's gesture indicated that she was not comfortable with the presence of his aunt. The reason? Perhaps that Hinata had not been well with the clan of her, when marrying with Naruto and taking the last name of her. As far as Sakura remembered, the Hyuuga had never taken much of a relationship with Naruto's children, as they did not have the Byakugan as an inheritance. The two ninjas who served as companions to the Hyuuga leader, kept a few steps from her. It all seemed very formal, not at all suitable for a family-type conversation.

"An apology Sai-san…" Hanabi pointed out, directing a cold smile to the brunette, "I would like to have a talk with my nephew in private." If you do not mind.

The brunette did not seem particularly affected by this "expulsion." As far as she knew, Hanabi had no ancestry in the Uzumaki household. It was even strange, that she was inside the backyard. She was known that she did not have a good relationship with Naruto. The hairy girl had a few seconds of doubts, would it be correct to warn Naruto of the presence of the Hyuuga in his house? Or would it be better to show up there, giving Bolt an excuse to get away from someone who apparently didn't want to be around?

"Uncle Sai ..." Bolt smiled with a forced gesture, "I think we could continue our conversation inside the house."

-Don't worry… -the pale Shinobi answered smiling- I'll go to tell your mother, who has a visitor. So we can continue with our thing.

Hanabi's gesture was pure disappointment. But why? Sakura wondered from the window. Didn't she want to see her older sister? What exactly did she want from Bolt? Apparently from the young man's posture, he did not have a close relationship with his mother's sister. Rather he could be said, that he despised her.

-Sakura-chan, are you seeing… .do? She was surprised by Naruto's voice from behind her, and her ringing was cut off by a hawk of frustration. "How did they get into my house?" –She finished harshly going out the same door, just at the moment that Sai entered the house.

Sasuke, Sakura, and Sai stared at the entire scene from inside. The three observed a somewhat uncomfortable scene. Hanabi and Naruto spoke in bad terms. Apparently the Hokage did not want her to speak privately with her son. Bolt cared little about his father's sleeplessness, but he didn't seem to like the interest his "aunt" had in talking to him either.

"I'd better go with Sarada-chan ..." Bolt said, detaching himself from the strong discussion that was beginning in the courtyard. "I'm not interested in this.

Hanabi caught his attention without success, Naruto interrupted him seriously; and while the young man went inside the house, ignoring all those who were spying through the side window, they continued arguing at length. Everything could end in screaming and something else, but Hinata, warned of the presence of her sister, went out to the patio to calm down. Sakura was intrigued by this. Even Sasuke seemed quite attentive to the situation.

-Should we ask…? -She consulted her husband whispering, while Ino and Sai also spoke in the dining room, also serious and in whispers.

-Something is not right. –Said Sasuke laconic- I have never seen the Dobe so irritated. That Hyuuga ...

Be that as it may, a while later Bolt and Sarada left the house holding hands, leaving the family to fix their problems alone. The young Uchiha accompanied her boyfriend who did not seem in good spirits. Sakura thought, that maybe she then she could find out more through her daughter. For the moment, she had to feign disinterest when Hanabi, Naruto, and Hinata returned to the dining room for a cup of tea. As if everything is fine. Although clearly there, something was broken.

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2 a.m. at the Uzumaki house ...

After an afternoon where men and women were separated. The night came where they also shared at the Uzumaki house, dinner and several drinks. Some time later, Bolt and Sarada still hadn't returned from wherever they had gone. About an hour ago Sai and his wife Ino had retired to their own home. But the Uchiha husbands would spend the entire weekend in the guest rooms. It was a custom of both families years ago.

Sakura had had a lot to drink. In short, she was thoroughly drunk. Many of the things that had happened had had a peculiar effect on the woman. The evening event starring the Hyuuga sisters and the Hokage was quickly buried when the clan leader retired to her neighborhood. Dinner was relaxed and everyone drank too much. When at last each one retired to her rooms, the hairy woman wanted intimacy with her husband. She got ready in the bathroom, donning a sexy set of underwear.

She was horny….

Many reasons led her to want good sex. The main aspect of her was having to share lunch with the man who had given her the fuck of her life. That's it man". That was Bolt despite his 17 years. A man with all the letters. In short, Sakura Uchiha needed special attention from her husband. Her even though she was insanely fantasizing about another. Let Sasuke's caresses erase what had happened, and it would never happen to Bolt again.

Sarada's return would bring no problems. She would sleep in Himawari's room and she didn't have to interrupt her parents. So Sakura prepared herself with her best weapons. Her most delicious perfume, the sexiest pink lace garments, and above all the firm disposition to obtain pleasure, even if it were through the rape of the elusive husband.

She tried for several minutes. Promising and seeking pleasure. Her hands dived between the sheets trying to get collaboration. However, all she got was a sour "not today" that left her staring at the ceiling of the room without getting anything. It was terrible. The more time she passed, the less she seemed to be married to that guy who slept like a log next to her. Sakura tried in desperation to sleep her. But the touch of heat to her body, generated the need to explore other options for satisfaction.

She had already done it on other occasions. Go to the bathroom, and there obtain from her own caresses what her husband did not care to satisfy. Think of Naruto or Sasuke, and maybe a combination of both. Why not? A threesome .... both hot men making love to her desperately. Disputing it like a piece of meat. As she masturbated in that bathroom, her mind denied even that possibility of fantasy. Sasuke and Naruto sharing something? Unlikely. Her husband besides her, was not interested in her for a long time. So just Naruto? put him into fantasy, with that enormous energy that she had always characterized him:

-Naruto ... ahh ... ahh ... Naruto ... make me hard ... please ... -she moaned trying to get into the environment.

She was already completely naked. Lying on the ground and trying to get her hands to find the fire. She did not care that she was in the bathroom of someone else's house. That's how drunk and needy she was. She caressed her breasts, touched herself intimately. Surely the lucky Hinata would be making out with her husband as Kami commanded. What good fortune she had! Naruto surely made love to her every night. Without respite, until dawn. Sakura masturbated thinking that just for once, she would want to switch roles with Uzumaki's wife.

Seeing that the minutes passed, and she did not find the required satisfaction, she decided that to her fantasy of doing it with Naruto, it would be good to add Hinata as well. That could work! All three in the same scene. The huge breasts of the Hyuuga, Naruto submitting her from behind her, while he intimately touched Sakura. Promising to be next on the list. And they wouldn't do it just once. There would be many! All night Naruto would make love to both of them! It would be unforgettable.

"Forget it ..." she said to herself after a while, "as if the shy Hinata were going to agree to something similar.

Suddenly, she heard the sound of doors sliding. Surely someone had gotten up to occupy the bathroom. She got to her feet like lightning, began to dress quickly and even threw a blue robe over her shoulders that covered her provocative garments. She couldn't risk it being just Naruto who saw her in that dire need. She had already come close to blasting Bolt with disgust, and she couldn't allow her father to be encouraged into a relationship that couldn't exist. What if Sasuke found out? It would be a real scandal.

Sakura heard low voices. She could recognize Sarada from her whispers. Apparently, the young men had returned to the Uzumaki house. After a few minutes of uncertainty, she Sakura could see that everyone had gone to their respective rooms. It was a relief that neither of them had needed to enter the bathroom. That had avoided a rather awkward encounter. She was beyond heated and on top of her she had drunk enough to say stupid. It was better that her daughter did not see her in that state.

She was in bed again. She again with her husband and she could not sleep. She clung to him, at least trying to get close to her and get warm. She maybe she would manage to relax. But Sasuke as always, endowed with a terrible sense of timing, turned his back on her. That made her furious.

-How do you dare?! She screeched at a thought from the dark.

Her mind was racing, trying to remember some detail that would keep her focused, in order to tire her and be able to sleep. Unfortunately, being in need of her led him to think of that first night in that same house. Her when she got up to the kitchen to take some painkiller. When Bolt laid her on the table, and he did something amazing to her. He took her, in a forced but satisfying way. And then what happened in the room! How many times did they do it that night?

-Kami-sweet… .Bolt… -the rose thought and her hands did not stay still- you do know….

After this, two plus two were four. Intimate caresses that, due to being modest with her husband, were not enough for an explosion. Then, drunk with drink, upset by unsatisfied needs, she was thrown off by perverse desire. She got up from the bed, and carefully left the room putting on the robe that covered her sexy clothes. If Sasuke wasn't willing to put out this fire, he would have to turn to another man to get it.

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Bolt Uzumaki couldn't sleep. In the solitude of his room, he had unkind thoughts. All day he could be perfect. The family reunion had been a success. Apparently, Sakura Uchiha had resigned those horrible attitudes that always made the blonde's parents uncomfortable. She was careful about eye contact with the Hokage, she was not smiling at him or celebrating everything, she had not been showing him a liberal cleavage either. While her hubby was next to her, this added to Bolt's cause. In recent months, the lack of contact between Sakura and her father had kept the Uzumaki house at peace. Apparently, the Hokage was unable to look at another woman other than his wife or Mistress Uchiha. Undoubtedly, the supposed new rejection of the elusive hairy, made him reconsider and look at what she already had. Bolt had been trained to measure emotions by his teachers. And he was clearly noticing an improvement in the mood of his mother, surely the product of abundant sex.

His parents being at peace, they made his beloved sister Himawari happy. The family was united strongly by ties that perhaps were on the verge of breaking. Bolt felt that he had acted correctly in removing Sakura Uchiha from the equation. However, conversations with Sai-sensei that afternoon had led to a couple of further problems, which he would also have to deal with.

Bolt Uzumaki was not an innocent child like his father. He had been trained since before he became a Chunnin, by the Root ANBU. If we have to describe his exact job today, we should point out that he was a Chunnin of rank, in the service of the Hokage. But also, he spied on and worked for the new Root ANBU division that Sai-sensei was in charge of. And the former Hokage Hatake Kakashi commanded from the shadows. He had been trained in subterfuge, combat, espionage, tracking, and various other qualities necessary for a good double agent. His job was to protect the Hokage. It's that simple, protect Naruto, and cut off any civilian movement that was destined to cause destabilization in Konoha.

Thus, among other issues, it was decided to attack Sakura Uchiha.

Sai gave her authorization, when she learned that the relationship between her two ex-classmates was so close to going underground. Perhaps Bolt in addition to his personal wishes, wanted to protect his mother and sister, but Sai actually wanted to protect the safety of the village. How could this love affair cause a mess? Simple and clear. Sooner or later, Naruto's transparency would reveal itself to Sasuke and there would be at least a duel to the death between the two most powerful Shinobi in the land of fire. Conclution? Sai gave Bolt total freedom to coerce Sakura, and thus avoid that problem.

The lunch situation had been an ideal proof for the leader of Root. Although Bolt had fucked Sasuke's wife and mother of his own girlfriend several times, he never showed the smallest detail during the day that he made anyone think about that woman. His wife, Ino, had also pointed out that it was Sakura who seemed unusually interested in Naruto's son. Which by her own logic could only be related to a sense of "protective mother" that had crossed the mind of her best friend. Who could imagine that the demure wife of the last Uchiha had turned into the whore of a young Chunnin? In Boruto Uzumaki's whore? If a receptive woman like Ino had missed the shot, Sai understood that Bolt had performed a perfect mission. And so he communicated it to her while they chatted in the backyard.

The boy, on that sleepless night, remembered with some satisfaction having received compliments from Sai-sensei. In addition, he was ordered to solve two more problems that surrounded the Hokage, of which he had some form of interference in him. Boruto received a small scroll during the private chat, where the large payment from him was, and the new designation. He now held the rank of captain among the ANBU, although only the leader of Root knew his true name and royal level. To all the higher ups in Konoha, Bolt was Chunnin in the service of the Hokage. Nothing more than that.

Bolt had a small desk-type table in his bedroom. With a nightstand that gave a good volume of light on the reading, but dim the rest of the room. He gave a couple of readings to his special designations. The two missions had their own names. Both of the Konoha ninjas, and both of them were setting themselves up for trouble. For different reasons, for different reasons. Anyway, Boruto had to plan to take care of them.

As he was in his own room, and it was a night as silent as it was peaceful, he decided not to dwell on the matter that had so displeased him about his "aunt Hanabi", and changing his clothes he chose to remain only with a tight black boxer shorts and shirtless. It was a slightly hot night, but nothing out of the ordinary.

Suddenly… the sound of his door sliding….

-What are you doing here? –The boy whispered, attending to the visitor.

She entered with the look of a tigress. She had the desire so inflamed that she seemed autistic of any claim. Without a word or gesture, she opened her blue silk robe, letting the only thing that kept her demure in sight fall to the floor.

-Kami ... -Bolt thought, although her gestures were imperturbable- what a woman ...

Sakura smiled slightly, perhaps admiring everything she could see of her prey. She slid the door behind her, closing it completely. Her pink lace garments could barely contain the charms of the rose. She could pick up a dead man in that outfit, and Bolt wasn't exactly a corpse.

-What are you doing here? –The boy reacted slightly, seeing that she took a step forward- don't you have a hint of shame? Your husband is sleeping a few doors down from this room ...

"It's his fault that he's here…" she admitted, advancing slowly, and seeing him go back with some satisfaction, "he's not able to give me pleasure." And I need it… I can't sleep.

Bolt made an understanding gesture. He wasn't too surprised by Sakura's comment. If it had been so easy to take her in the first place, it had a lot to do with the scarcity of marital sex. The young man approached her, and stretched out a hand to caress that woman's pink cheek. She pressed her face against her hand, like a puppy in need of affection. Bolt wanted her, intensely. He couldn't stop wanting her even though he had hated her too. He had much of what Sarada had inherited as a woman, and she was much hotter than her daughter. The young Uchiha had a cold aftertaste from her father that Bolt, however, promised to undo between caresses over time. But with Sakura, he didn't need any of that. He had a female in deep heat. She is ready for anything. Any obscene fantasy that crossed her mind.

Bolt did not say anything, but he dodging her walked away from her surprising her. Passing by her, she Sakura believed that she was going to the door to open it and invite him to leave. It would be a death blow to her spirits. That even who until recently had forced her to have sex, now she decided to throw him out of her. But instead of opening the door, she watched him seal it with a scroll of silence, which she kept in the nearby cabinet. Not only was she not going to expel her, she was protecting herself from the future screams to come. Sakura watched from behind her shoulder, all that movement with great satisfaction.

-You are a true whore ... -the boy smiled approaching behind her and surrounding her with her strong arms -you don't even have the decency to hold back, just because your family is sleeping a little from here.

He began to fondle her, roughly caressing her breasts, which were already hard from the accumulated need for her, he rubbed his pelvis against her butt and Sakura felt like dying from the taste. She remembered that huge member of hers, penetrating her hard, making her explode in orgasm after orgasm. "Pet me Bolt" she wanted to tell him. "make me yours please"

-oh oh… Kami… ..yes… .- she moaned stunned by the handling of the rose- I need this….

-That clothes so sexy babe….-he whispered hoarsely in her ear-Are you planning something perverse tonight?

What if he planned something? Well, she planned on having Bolt fuck her hard and long all night long. Things like that. Simple and basic as desire itself. She obviously didn't think rational. But who could do it when instinct dominated everything? She would have time to feel guilty in the morning. She would have time to cry in the shower to vent her helplessness and frustration. But now….

-wow… -he heard a slight breath in her ear-your pussy looks like a volcano….

Bolt kept pressing her body against her, standing in the center of the room. Sakura had laid her head on the boy's shoulder and was given to caresses. One hand of the young man was still playing with the breasts, while the other had lowered to check the latent arousal. Yes gentlemen… She was extremely hot. She was a horny female ready to explode with need. Did it matter that in this very room, she had made a video of her being held prisoner? Couldn't she be filming them again? Did she care that she did?

"Fuck me ..." she ordered breathlessly, "fuck me or I'll kill you."

He guided her to the bed, laying her on top of her. Sakura got on all fours from her and he stood right behind her, kneeling and holding her hips. The woman stood bending her back, she remembered perfectly how much she had enjoyed this position, on the table in her own kitchen. Now the softness of her mattress protected her knees, and she avoided having to think about how to stand while she received pleasure. Bolt grabbed her neck, forcing her to twist until her mouths locked furiously.

-Threatening me huh? –The young man said between kisses and possessive groping- do you think you can give me orders? Do not make me laugh…

He always treated her like that. Rough but controlled. She should have more control due to the age difference, but the relationship was simply marching on successful grounds with Sakura being the one being subdued. Too many years had passed under Sasuke's icy indifference. She now she wanted something different, she yearned even on an unconscious level, to be persecuted, dominated, sexually subdued. Let her man tame her like a wild filly.

-uuuummm Bolt… ..so… .jode me….-she demanded between sighs, when being in the dog position, she felt her panties being unhooked from the straps and lowered to her knees- What are you waiting for?

-You have a great butt ... -he admired from behind- I think tonight ... I'm going to fuck him hard.

-not that! - She said alarmed- oouummm ... put it where ever. Do it!

-I'm not in a hurry, -the blond was amused perverse- I'm not going to finish this quickly.

-What are you doing? –She babbled as the young man took her by her hips, laying her down on the mattress next to her- What are you waiting for?

The boy was kneeling in front of her, he still hadn't taken off her black boxer shorts, although the erection he kept from her was more than evident. His gaze and his smile showed controlled pleasure. It was too tempting a sight for Bolt. He had a mature woman in his own bed. Generous curves, twenty-something look, exotic hair and thirsty for sexual attention. But the blonde wanted more, he had already taken several portions of Sakura in successive encounters, but he was always looking for something more.

-Let's play ... -the blond thought- let's see that she has really brought you to my bed.

He had her available. Lying on her side and eager for contact. But instead of starting to quench her, he set about teasing her. With her hips he steadied himself beneath her, brushing her with her hands, penetrating her with his fingers. He placed his index finger on her little anus, threatening to enter that way. While the other hand of his crossed the more humid zone in the woman. That she moaned stunned and helpless. From his position at the height, Bolt could see every gesture of the woman who seemed to want to devour the pillow.

-You seem needy Uchiha-san… -the young man said to her without stopping touching her- but you are not kind to ask for pleasure.

-no… .no… -she panted moving her hips trying to get more touch- don't do that… don't make me wait!

"As if I cared what her majesty wants from her," he answered, brushing her harder. "You don't behave so rude with your frigid husband, do you?" You haven't even gotten me ready with a good suck. Do you think you are in Captain Winter's bed? Here I set the rules, never forget it, bitch.

She felt a terrible chill, those words humiliated her and at the same time turned on all the buttons of her arousal. Kami what a terrible feeling! That damn boy was rubbing two fingers at the entrance to his ass. Trying to open it, trying to violate it. Was he really going to allow her those freedoms? Could he forbid her if he wanted to?

-Why did you come to me, Sakura? –He smiled amused at the tormented moans of the female- tell me… or the road to pleasure will be long. I have noticed you nervous during lunch. Nervous and upset. I was supposed to be forcing you to fuck these past weeks. So what are you doing here?

-Not! She nodded in a daze, and her body swayed to the rhythm that he imposed, "it's not jealousy!"

"Jealousy? ..." Bolt asked pleased, as the tip of his index finger made its way into Sakura's anus. "Who spoke of jealousy?" What can you be jealous of, Uchiha-san?

-more Bolt….-she moaned horny-move them more or I'll go crazy. Move your fingers more!

She was referring to Bolt's left hand. The one that rubbed her vagina with medium intensity. She couldn't think of anything beyond that hand. Of those fingers that had the mission to keep it on.

-First let's talk about your jealousy ... -said the blond entertained with that interesting confession- that you were jealous Sakura? Were you jealous of Sarada-chan?

-Don't tell her like that ... -the woman lost in her wishes thought .- Don't use the chan in her name.

She reminded him of her terrible decisions. That "chan", was the form of affection that she should have accepted in Naruto. She reminded him that she was married to a man, whose low sexual interest had ended up throwing her into the arms of another subject. She sakura knew that she was partly to blame for giving in like that. But she accepted it. As well as between fiery caresses and unsatisfied appetites, she was beginning to accept that she had been very bothered by the matter of the glass. See the kindness Bolt had, when he was with Sarada. How happy her daughter was. And she ruining everything! Capturing the pleasure that should be for her daughter! Taking the wishes that had to be for Sarada!

And on the other hand ... the dark side of her would not stop screaming ...

Why should they be for Sarada only ?! Didn't she have an equal right to feel loved ?! DIDN'T I HAVE THE RIGHT TO BE PLEASED ?!

Bolt was to Sarada, what Naruto knew how to be to her. Sakura couldn't help but think, that she was somehow taking part in a second chance. And she was jealous, jealous of her daughter that from the beginning she had been completely right. That she had chosen the man who would make her happy. Without a doubt, without third parties. Without being carried away by idiots who were serious, cold and even in appearance better Shinobi than Bolt. What did that matter?

-SIIIII WAS JEALOUS… ..AAAH… ..AHH…. She - she snapped, she relented.

-Jealous for me? Bolt insisted, fingering her harder by both orifices.

-YES IT WASAAAA ... AAH ... AHH ... -the rose screamed lost- IT WAS NOT FAIR THAT YOU WON'T LOOK AT ME ... IT WAS NOT FAIR THAT YOU HUGH HER…. IT WAS NOT FAIR TO SERVE HER HER CUP from her.

Bolt was quite confused by that confession. But also fascinated. As he continued to reason Sakura's tormented words, he quickened the rhythm of both her hands and finally brought her so macerated orgasm. Sakura came, crying out loudly, while her vagina expelled abundant love juices. She buried her face in the mattress, as her body turned to jelly, crumbling long by long on the bed. Bolt shifted position, moving to sit sideways next to her. And his hand did not stop the action of her in the rear of the woman. Her index finger kept going in and out, though from the earlier explosion she barely caught a glimpse of it.

-interesting ... -said the blond already quite excited- apparently we have a woman who wants to steal her daughter's boyfriend. –He stuck a second finger into her, making her moan loudly- you don't seem to have limits… Uchiha-san.

"No," Sakura wanted to say, "I don't want to steal Sarada's boyfriend." But between her clouded mind and her wailing mouth the words were lost. He couldn't articulate anything, her ass was loosening and the force was beginning to be rhythmic. Before she felt a dry invasion, but now there was a sensation of wetness combined with being "scraped" inside her. Bolt used some flows from the vagina, to take them to her ass and thus get lubricity.

"I suppose we only have this left ..." Bolt confessed, while she couldn't even move upside down, "I'll have to split you in two, so that you finally have some respect.

-That's not… -she stammered overwhelmed- anything but that.

-That's not a request Uchiha-san ... -Bolt smiled and she was finally able to turn her neck and look at him from the corner of her pink hair-it seems that only you want to have fun, that's not nice.

She regained some strength, and sitting up on the bed, she led Bolt to lie on his back on her. Then she, lying next to him, she lowered her black shorts taking that huge penis of hers to take it to her mouth with lust. She had that raped-girl expression that drove Bolt crazy. But she was sucking decisively, without her having prevented the young man's fingers from continuing to delve into her forbidden hole. Now her lying down, and she on her chest lowering her head in rhythm to jerk him off. A great blowjob, which despite having two fingers in her ass, he did with great skill.

-No Bolt ... .- she stopped to look at him for a moment- stop touching me there.

"Shhhh ..." he silenced her, leading her from her hair to continue the blow job "you take care of getting me ready." You are going to love it… .That's for sure.

Sakura let out a few helpless tears. She continued with that huge piece between her lips, which was getting harder and richer every time. Before, she would never have thought of doing that to even Sasuke. Now, she little by little she had not cared. That boy was teaching him pleasures hitherto forbidden in the woman's mind. He was in control of her, and that above all made her very horny. If he continued like this, she was going to deflower his anus and she would go crazy. The problem wasn't that he wasn't going to like her according to Sakura. The big problem was that she would surely love her. Which would make her body the property of Boruto Uzumaki. How to put a limit after that?

-I have never been able to think that you were a jealous woman ... -the young man was amused- you suck me in despair. Are you afraid that he will stop fucking you? Are you afraid of not knowing what sex is again for a whole night?

If she had it. Since her husband returned days ago, Sakura had built up heat like a bonfire. The inability to get any visits from Boruto was taking its toll. Sasuke had only consented to be with her one night. It was a transitory pleasure that didn't even allow her to feel like a woman. It's that Sasuke, he cared little more than her own satisfaction. And Sakura had gotten used to hours and hours of intense sex with a young-blooded Uzumaki. Rough at times, but not at all willing to enjoy alone. The truth was, Bolt had never left her unsatisfied. She had always made sure to abdicate tremendous orgasms from him. How to resign yourself to living life without that pleasure? Even measuring risk on kilometer scales.

-humm….-moaned the young man but remained serious- I think it will be for the best… -she kept sucking him hard- since you haven't asked me for things with respect. I guess the best thing is to leave it forever.

Sakura raised her head in a daze. She looked into his eyes, while her hands encircled that large rigid member. She looked up at him, animal terror at the sight of her. As if Boruto had decreed his death instead of what he wielded. The young man remained serious, but inside he was smiling realizing that he had caused the desired effect. She needed this. It was not a mere revenge discharge to her indifferent husband. In a few weeks, she had become dependent on the pleasure obtained.

-What… what? She whispered in a daze.

"I don't know Uchiha-san ..." the blond pointed out, "you don't seem very grateful for my caresses." It's like you're here in my room out of obligation. Why continue with this?

-But if we don't…. -she defended herself nervously- your father and I ...

-And I can present the video that I still keep… -Added the young man as a professor conversation- you have always given me the impression that it is a huge sacrifice for you to be with me. I'll take that weight off you at once. You don't mess with the Hokage, and nothing will ever be heard from the video. Word of honor.

And now? Could she stop even if he let her go? How to explain that she needed the pleasure? How to do it without throwing away the last remnants of self-respect? The young man did not move from his rigid posture, although his member was so firm that he probably ached. Sakura had it in his hands, the fingers that had so warmed her ass had now stopped. She was almost leaning on him, waiting for something to happen for Boruto to reconsider the insanity of stopping.

"We can't stop ..." she said finally, brokenly, "not now."

"It is now or never ..." he defined, "it will be one or the other." I don't need a wife, Uchiha-san. I already have Sarada-chan, who will have that place in my life. Although sexually she is not active at the moment. I have the patience to wait for her until she feels ready to take the plunge.

Kami, this was hell. Sakura watched her whole life pass in front of her eyes. She saw herself, when her daughter came to tell her about the experience of her first time with her boyfriend. When they got engaged, when they got married. Sakura saw her daughter smiled satisfied by the abundant sex. She saw her pregnant many times and full of healthy children. A huge family, a happy woman. And what would become of her? Would she spy on her daughter with her husband while they made love in the room next to her? Would she masturbate listening to Sarada's screams? Would she wish she forever she was her instead of her daughter? That couldn't happen! It was crazy! Finally, feeling like a human trash, she said what she should say at the time:

-I don't want this to end ... -lowed eyes hurt- ha ... ... I'll do ... whatever you want ....

-Forgiveness? –He said, neutral- Do you repeat the answer?

"I ... I said ..." She felt so horrible, so humiliated "I ... will do ... whatever you want." Now and always.

"Whatever I want ..." Bolt said and those words tasted good to him, "then, I think our relationship cannot continue the same." Sarada-chan is my girlfriend. And I intend for her to be my wife one day. So I don't need another wife. And I don't feel like going whores out there either.

Sakura felt her heart pass away. She felt that she was going to die when the images multiplied in her mind. Would she be condemned to see the happiness of her daughter from afar? To know how much pleasure she obtained, without being able to achieve it?

-But ... -Boruto added carefully- I also understand that she would be very happy, if she saw her mother happy. So ... You could be my lover. What do you say to that Sakura? Do you want to be my lover forever?

And the expected answer came. It wasn't like the woman had much of a choice. He had patiently bent her over the past few weeks. Exposing her weaknesses, lashing out on her life, weakening her mind and breaking down moral barriers. Sakura Uchiha would be her lover. There was no other way than that. Her sick jealousy had finally dragged her into that situation. She should never have gone to that room, and paradoxically, there was never a chance that she was not her. Sakura moved away from the boy, putting herself in a doggy position, exposing her rear with servility. She could no longer escape:

"Bolt-kun ..." she whispered totally embarrassed as she exposed her anus to the invasion, "I'm yours." Please take me ...

And she was his. As the young man knelt behind her, and he slowly penetrated her ass. From now on she Sakura would belong to him. While she screamed in intense pain, she was mixed with pleasure. Many things could be said from now on. For example…

For Sasuke Uchiha to go to hell with his frigidity ...

For her father the Hokage to put up with the desire to have Sakura forever ...

Let Sarada-chan never find out, or they would both condemn each other ...

Nothing between them could stand in the way anymore. Sakura and her sick jealousy now belonged to him.

Forever…

End of chapter.