Minato's eyes locked onto the two women on the bed—Kushina's wild red hair spilling across the sheets, her full breasts rising and falling with every shallow breath, and Fubuki's sleek body already flushed, thighs pressed together as if trying to hide how wet she already was.
The sight snapped something inside him. He climbed onto the mattress in one smooth motion, the bed dipping under his weight.
Kushina didn't wait.
She surged forward, arms locking around his neck as her mouth crashed into his. Their lips met in a wet, open-mouthed kiss that immediately turned filthy.
Tongues tangled, saliva mixed, and the soft, hungry sound of their mouths sliding together filled the room—schlick… mmph… wet smack. She pressed her entire body against him, soft tits flattening against his chest, hips grinding forward so he could feel the heat of her pussy through the thin fabric still covering it.
Fubuki's eyes darkened with pure need. She refused to be left out. Rising onto her knees, she pressed herself against Minato's other side, her full breasts soft and warm against his ribs.
One hand slid under his shirt from behind while the other went to the buttons at the front, fingers working quickly. She kissed the side of his neck first—slow, open-mouthed, leaving wet trails—then lower, dragging her tongue down the line of his throat as she finally opened his shirt.
The moment the fabric parted, both women went still for a second, staring.
Minato's chest was hard and defined, muscles shifting under smooth skin. Kushina broke the kiss with a wet pop, a thin string of saliva still connecting their lips. Her blue eyes were glazed as she looked down at him.
"Fuck… every time," she whispered, voice husky. Her hand joined Fubuki's, both of them now roaming over his bare torso, fingers tracing the lines of muscle, palms sliding over his pecs, thumbs brushing across his nipples.
Fubuki leaned in and licked a long, slow stripe up the center of his chest, tasting the faint salt of his skin. Then she closed her mouth over one nipple and sucked, hard enough that Minato's breath hitched.
The wet suck-suck sound was filthy and deliberate. At the same time Kushina's mouth found the other side of his neck, teeth scraping, tongue soothing the sting. Her hand drifted lower, squeezing the hard ridge of his cock through his pants.
Minato groaned low in his throat. One hand gripped Kushina's thick ass and squeezed hard, fingers sinking into soft flesh. She moaned into his skin—ahnn—the sound high and needy.
His other hand found Fubuki's hip, then slid back to palm her ass as well, kneading both cheeks while the women continued worshipping his body with their mouths.
Fubuki finally pulled back from his chest, lips shiny with spit. She looked up at him, pupils blown wide. The second Kushina's mouth left his, Fubuki claimed it.
She kissed him like she had been starving—deep, messy, tongues sliding wetly against each other.
The sound was different this time: wetter, more desperate, a continuous mmph… schlick… nnnh as she poured every ounce of pent-up need into it. Her soft tits pressed fully against his bare chest now, nipples hard points digging into his skin.
Kushina watched them for a moment, breathing hard, thighs rubbing together. Then she ducked her head and went lower.
She licked across Minato's stomach, then higher again, capturing the nipple Fubuki had just abandoned.
She sucked it between her lips with a soft, wet pop, then bit down lightly, just enough to make him twitch.
Her free hand slid between her own legs, two fingers pressing against her soaked panties, rubbing slow circles over her clit while she watched her husband devour Fubuki's mouth.
Minato's hands never stopped moving. He squeezed Kushina's ass again, then gave it a sharp slap that made her jolt and moan around his nipple—ahh!.
The sound was louder, more broken than before. His other hand stayed on Fubuki, fingers digging into the soft meat of her hip, pulling her tighter against him so she could feel how hard he was.
The three of them were a tangle of heat and wet mouths and desperate hands.
Fubuki kiss grew even filthier—she sucked on his tongue, then let him suck on hers, the wet sounds turning louder, more obscene.
Kushina's mouth left a trail of shining spit across his chest as she kissed and bit her way up to his jaw, never stopping the slow grinding of her fingers against her own dripping pussy.
Minato broke the kiss with Fubuki just long enough to look at both of them—his wife and the woman pressed so tightly against his other side. Both of them flushed, lips swollen, eyes hungry. Both of them already so wet the scent of their arousal was thick in the air.
He didn't speak.
He simply pulled them both closer, one arm around each, and the chapter ended with their bodies fully pressed against him—soft tits, hot mouths, and the unmistakable promise of everything still to come.
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