-Wow, Naruto! Did you fall down the stairs? - Madara laughed, clearly pleased with his joke.

-If only. - Uzumaki thought honesty was the best policy. - The client's father hit me.

-How?! Why? - Sakura's hand darted to her mouth when she saw Uzumaki's smashed lip and nose.

-Couldn't manage the news about his orientation. Well, enough about that. - The blond clapped his hands cheerfully. - Did you do your homework?

In the month that Madara had been working with Naruto, the state of his affairs had clearly improved. He made an evaluation of the corporation's employees, fired those who didn't contribute enough to profit and those who didn't share its values. The logistics department optimized transport chains, the sales department was motivated by the expansion of the social package, and the IT solved the issue of an application allowing for the prompt collection of feedback from users. Sales reached last September's level.

And Madara finally began to look to the future, rather than plumbing the holes of the current day. After a major international company entered the country and one of his closest subordinates defected to the "enemy's" camp, Uchiha didn't sleep or rest for almost a year.

The last straw was a fire accident at one of the plants. Half of the products in the warehouse burned down along with the equipment, and the other half became unsellable due to high temperatures. And there was also the first batch of the new product too, which had been announced a month earlier with a considerable budget had been poured into its advertising.

After everything happened, the feeling of a stable surface did not return to him for a long time. And it didn't help when he realized that he can't even get aroused and use this way to relieve stress.

And now it was just one meeting and a task given by Naruto. A simple one, too. And... That it had become the hardest thing for him. Do not start to play around and do not control what was going on. Do not take the initiative to have sex in any way.

For almost a week, Madara had really been brooding over this. Sakura was always more than willing to respond to his flirtatious hints and direct invitations to intimacy. He was also actively inciting his desire: she sent frivolous messages, came to his office in nothing but a cape over her naked body, and always suggested something new.

That's why it was in his head: he MUST want sex. Must satisfy her, must be the one who is always ready.

They didn't even talk about having sex in three weeks. Neither of them touch the other in a way that made it clear without words to another to understand "I want you".

- We are like two retired people, - Madara commented, sprawled out on the couch in his office.

- How does that make you feel?

- Hn. It's not bad, actually. It saves a lot of energy not having to think about wanting sex. Accepting that you can do without it.

- What about you, Sakura?

- I was generally comfortable, too. Only I had to use toys a couple of times, since it was allowed.

Sakura blushed so sweetly. Naruto tried not to look at her wet lips and the nipples sticking out under her dress. She wasn't wearing a bra - which clearly didn't help his concentration. The image of her satisfying herself appeared in his mind - wet and lewd. Uzumaki swallowed, pushing the vision  away.

- Great. Let's continue. Now your task is to learn to touch each other anew.

- How's that? - Madara was clearly interested. The previous task was't easy. The long-awaited calm had been replaced in recent days by mild excitement and arousment. In fact, he'd been aching to touch his wife in her most intimate places. And now, when she mentioned the toys (he didn't know that Sakura had used them without his involvement), Uchiha felt his cock begin to test uncomfortably his pants.

- First, concentrate on the sensations more. Secondly, remember that you're not only getting affection for yourself, but you're also giving it to your partner.

Madara frowned. The whole thing sounded like gibberish to him. Naruto, caught the perplexed look:

- Right now you can stroke Sakura-san's palm. Try to feel it.

 Uchiha reached out his hand to his wife, slowly, hesitantly. His fingers felt the tenderness and softness of her skin underneath. They slid along, stroked the corners of her knuckles. Lingered on the band of her ring.

- Focus on how your fingers feel. Shift your full attention to them. - Naruto's voice sounded as if in the distance, Madara was oblivious to his presence at all in those few seconds.

He felt warmth beneath the surface of his palm. The tip of his index finger circled Sakura's fingernails, enjoying their smoothness. At the same time, the scent of her body burst into his nose - light, floral scent. Exciting.

- Now think about the fact that not only do you get pleasure yourself, but you also bring it to Sakura with your movements. Look at her. - Uchiha already wanted to growl at Uzumaki, kick him out the door, and enjoy his wife to the fullest. But he looked at her fingers again, and tried to feel them as the source of her pleasure. And then only did he look at her face.

Sakura was melting. Covering her eyes, she felt every inch of his palm, every one of his movements. They were so familiar - and so unknown. The lingering, unhurried touches teased her, flickered through her body. Who would have thought she'd be so turned on?

Naruto, on the other hand, did. And about how beautiful she was right now he thought as well. And how much he wished he could caress her himself.

He had the most contradictory feelings: as a professional, he should have either given the next instruction or quietly leave them. As a man in love, he wished to either join in (Madara's presence didn't embarrass him at all) or be alone with Sakura.

With a considerable willpower effort, Uzumaki pulled himself out of the viscous desire. Still, he decided to interrupt this little intimate scene. "For their own good," he thought, ashamed of the gloating that arose inside.

- Your next task, - Madara and Sakura shuddered upon hearing his voice, - Is to repeat the same thing at home. Use different textures, massage candles...

- So we can have a massage? - The brunette didn't hide the joy in his voice.

- Yes. But I would recommend you not to exert yourself too much. The goal is rather to explore the touch and the sensations you get from it, both as a giver and a receiver.

Sakura, slowly cooling down from the sensual experience, asked:

- Could we... Still have sex, if such a desire will arise?

And why do her words pop up in such vivid images in her mind? Is it the fact that she's so cute in her embarrassment? Or is it her voice, soft and husky, that pushes his secret arousal buttons?

- As a therapist, I would advise abstaining. But being human, I don't think it would have much effect on the results. So, yes, I guess so.

Sakura blushed even brighter and lowered her gaze.

- Naruto-san, can you join us then?