As Hinata lay under the large umbrella, she gazed out at the sparkling blue water, feeling a mixture of contentment and loneliness. Naruto's laughter echoed from the waves, where he swam and played with other beachgoers. She sighed softly, brushing a strand of her dark hair from her face and adjusting her blue bikini. Despite the peaceful surroundings, an ache lingered in her heart, a longing for the intimacy and connection that seemed to be slipping away in her marriage.

Lost in her thoughts, Hinata glanced up and noticed someone walking towards her. Her heart skipped a beat as she recognized a figure approaching, a mix of curiosity and apprehension stirring within her.

Ah...I-if you p-promise...Her heart raced as she spoke, her voice barely audible over the sound of the waves. She swallowed hard, conflicted between loyalty to her husband and the forbidden temptation before her. Her gaze flickered uncertainly from the figure to Naruto on the shore. The promise was irresistible, but so was her love for her husband...

She bites her lip, eyes widening with surprise and shock. The words send a shiver down her spine as she imagines such a thing happening...But it's just a fantasy, isn't it? It can never be real. Or at least, that's what she tells herself. "Hinata," a voice calls from the shore, snapping her out of her thoughts. She turns to see Naruto waving at her excitedly.

Her heart pounds in her chest as she feels the warmth from the touch. It's wrong, it's taboo...but oh, how good it feels. She glances once more at Naruto on the shore before returning to meet his searching gaze. "Um..." she begins, unsure what to say or do now that her secret fantasy has become a terrifying reality.

As her heart continues to race, she tries to compose herself. "I-I'm sorry," she manages to stammer out, hoping he'll let it go and not bring any further attention to what just happened. She looks down at the sand, feeling a mixture of shame and arousal coursing through her.

Her cheeks flush even darker as she tries to regain her composure, biting her lip and avoiding eye contact with either man. The image of his hand on her breast refuses to leave her mind, making it difficult for her to concentrate on anything else. "I...should probably go find Naruto," she mumbles, gathering up her things in a fluster.

Ah...He-he meant in the morning...He's been gone all day. Oh, I see what you were saying now...I should really head home then. Thank you for telling me that, um...Mr....? her voice trails off as she awkwardly adjusts her belongings once more