The Red String of Fate

Pink Apron - Kakashi

"Hey beautiful."

He called out to Mizuka as he stepped through the front door, closing it behind him and looking up toward the kitchen.

"Woah..."

His wife was scantily clad in only a pink apron and bandaged thighs. The apron barely covered her voluptuous breasts; her juicy pussy hidden by her thick thighs.

"I thought I would make you something yummy to make up for what happened a couple of nights ago. And, you know, since your nose packing is out."

Mizuka beckoned him to come closer.

"You don't have anything to make up for. It was all my-"

She stopped him by dipping her finger in the into the icing on the top of a fluffy pink cake and popping it into his mouth. He didn't care much for sweets, but it was completely different when it was something Mizuka made. For him.

"Mmmmm...."

She grinned mischievously.

"Don't question my peace offering."

She grabbed him by the collar and pulled him into her roughly. But, she was gentle removing his mask. She took both hands and slowly pulled his mask down, revealing his beaten and swollen face. She kissed him tenderly, running her tongue lightly over his swollen lip.

"You poor baby."

He grinned.

"I think I'll be okay."

He picked her up and placed her on the counter top, running his fingers over his bandages.

"How are your legs?"

"I think I'll be okay."

"Can I have my meal before dessert?"

She nodded. He pulled his gloves off with his teeth and spread her legs apart, pulling her to the edge of the counter. Pulling his swollen cock free from his pants, he rubbed his member up and down between her gash for a moment before entering her. She was already dripping wet, allowing him to slide in easily. After the events of the past week, her juicy cunt was a welcome release. He could feel their hip bones brushing as she moved closer and closer to the edge of the counter in an attempt to push him deeper into her. He ran his fingers over her thighs and ass, losing himself in the moment. Mizuka tasted his lips sensuously as she clung to him, her fingers digging into the back of his flak jacket. There was something romantic about the fact that even after seven years of being married, they still excited each other so deeply. Every year that had passed with her, she became more beautiful and more precious to him, and their love grew deeper. She interrupted his thoughts , leaning over and whispering in his ear excitedly.

"Kakashi, you're going to make me cum. Ohhhhh!"

She nuzzled her face into his flak jacket, biting the collar and moaning loudly as her pussy constricted and throbbed around his cock. He exploded into her void, closing his eyes and tilting his head back, allowing the intense pleasure of his orgasm to wash over him, enveloping him fully as his bride embraced him, milking hers as well. As he slowly came back to reality, he opened his eyes and gazed lovingly on his bride. Her face was flushed: the same color as her pink apron, but she was smiling and nibbling on her lower lip gently.

"I am home, Kakashi. I'm sorry if I made you feel otherwise."

He pulled his soft member out even though he didn't want to, still wanting to be inside of her. He brushed his lips against hers, holding her close.  She was finally home.