Chapter 8

Every thrust they made only pushed her further. Her pleasure kept climbing, higher and higher, until she screamed out in pure, unfiltered bliss. The sound never fully escaped though, ending up trapped and muffled around the guard’s thick cock filling her mouth.

What she felt coursing through her body was unlike anything she had ever experienced. It was intense, all consuming, and impossible to ignore.

Being taken by three men at once, none of them her husband, created a confusing storm inside her. Bliss, guilt, and relief all tangled together until Sakura wasn’t even sure if she was fully awake anymore.

Part of her honestly felt like she had to be dreaming. It felt too good, too unreal, especially after going so long without being touched like this while her husband was away.

At the same time, there was a dull ache in her chest. She knew Sasuke was capable of making her feel this way if he truly wanted to. He could have done all of this with her.

Instead, he was gone. And she was here, cheating on him with three men whose names she didn’t even know.

That guilt tried to surface, tried to take hold of her heart, but it didn’t last.

The moment the first of the three men reached his limit, everything else faded away. He finished and painted her face, thick strands splashing across her cheeks and marking her skin.

Almost immediately after, the cock filling her mouth pulsed and erupted, flooding her throat with warm release. The taste was strong and salty, and somewhere in the back of her mind, a fleeting thought crossed her that she wished her husband tasted like this too.

All of it blended together in a dizzying rush of sensation.

Then, just as suddenly, everything peaked at once when the daimyo finished again, spilling himself deep inside her. The feeling of him emptying into her pussy made the world spin, and for a moment, there was nothing left but heat, fullness, and the echo of pleasure still shaking through her body.

She felt the condom swell inside her just a little before she felt some of his thick release spill out, running down her thighs and soaking into the bed beneath her.

All of that pleasure and overwhelming bliss finally pushed her past her breaking point. Her orgasm crashed over her hard, making her throw her head back and scream as loud as she could, even with her throat still completely filled.

Her body shook and trembled while all three men slowly pulled out and moved away from her. None of them said a word as they left her lying flat on the table, spent and unmoving.

There was no denying she had hit her limit. Sakura couldn’t feel her legs at all anymore, like they had completely given out on her.

Her throat burned as she swallowed again and again, her mind swearing she could still taste cum on her tongue even though it was already gone.

The mess left on her face stayed there, untouched, until she could find the strength to get up and clean herself.

The daimyo casually stripped the condom from his shaft and tossed it into the nearest trashcan. The sound of it landing made Sakura whine softly, knowing she had been denied two loads from him, and he chuckled at the reaction.

“Don’t worry, Sakura. I’d be more than happy to come back for more checkups if you’d like,” he said smoothly. “If not… well, I’m sure a slut like you could always find someone willing to fuck her whenever she wanted.~”

He reached down and patted her cheek before snapping his fingers in front of her face, drawing the attention of both his guards and Sakura at the same time.

“Come on, boys. My checkup is finished, and I’m sure my wife is waiting for me back home. Might as well go see her and let her know I’ve been given a clean bill of health.”

With that, all three men quickly left the room, disappearing before Sakura could even begin to come down from the intense pleasure still flooding her body.

The afterglow from the orgasm she had just experienced was unlike anything she’d ever felt before.

Because of that, her body started craving something softer. Something familiar.

She longed for the warm, gentle touch of her husband after they made love. The kind of touch she had grown used to over the years, the one that always followed whenever she came from his hands.

But now, she was left alone.

And there was nothing there for her at all.

There was no one left in the room to comfort her, no one there to hold her or kiss her as she slowly came down from everything she had just felt.

Heavy, satisfied breaths slipped from her lips as she shifted her body, pushing herself up so she was sitting on the table instead of lying flat on it.

She looked down at herself and saw her own fluids spread across the table between her legs, with streaks of cum resting against her thighs.

Still, she didn’t move. She just sat there.

Her thoughts kept racing, stuck on the fact that she had just cheated on her husband and that, even now, she still craved the touch of another man while he was gone.