Part 4: Wives' Pact
It had been a few days since Krillin's whirlwind return from Universe 6, and things at home with Android 18 were hotter than ever. They were lounging in their cozy living room when the doorbell rang. 18 glanced at the security feed—Chi-Chi and Bulma, looking determined. "Wonder what they want," she muttered, opening the door.
Chi-Chi burst in first, her black hair tied in a tight bun, wearing a simple cheongsam that hugged her curvaceous figure—wide hips from years of homemaking, full breasts straining the fabric. Bulma followed, her blue hair in a ponytail, dressed in a sleek lab coat over a tight top and shorts that showed off her toned legs and ample cleavage. Both women looked frustrated, their usual fire dimmed by something deeper.
"18, we need to talk," Chi-Chi said, plopping down on the couch without invitation. Bulma nodded, crossing her arms. "It's about our husbands. Those damn Saiyans—Goku and Vegeta—are always off-planet, training with Whis and Beerus. Leaving us high and dry!"
18 raised an eyebrow, leaning against the wall. "And? What does that have to do with me?"
Bulma sighed, pulling out a checkbook from her purse. "Look, we're not satisfied. Normal guys just don't cut it anymore. We've been... experimenting, but nothing compares to someone with superhuman stamina. Like Krillin. He's tough, experienced, and let's face it, he's got that fighter's edge."
Chi-Chi blushed but nodded fiercely. "Exactly! Goku's great when he's around, but he's never around. We need... relief. And we're willing to pay for it."
Bulma scribbled on the check and held it up—10 million dollars, made out to 18. "Let Krillin... entertain us. Just this once. Or more, if it works out. Deal?"
18 stared at the check, then smirked. She knew about Krillin's recent adventures—he'd confessed everything—and honestly, the idea intrigued her. Plus, the money was nice. "Fine. But I get to watch. And join if I feel like it."
Chi-Chi and Bulma exchanged glances, then nodded eagerly. "Deal!"
Krillin walked in from the kitchen, towel over his shoulder, oblivious. "Hey, ladies! What's— whoa, what's going on?"
18 grabbed his arm, pulling him close. "Honey, we've got guests. And a proposition." She explained quickly, Krillin's eyes widening in shock, then tentative excitement.
Bulma grinned, standing and shedding her lab coat. "Let's not waste time. Capsule Corp has tech, but this is old-fashioned fun." She stripped down to lacy black lingerie, her body a mix of soft curves and genius intellect—perky D-cup breasts, a trim waist, and a round ass from all those inventions.
Chi-Chi followed, her cheongsam slipping off to reveal simple white panties and bra, her body more voluptuous: thick thighs, heavy breasts that jiggled as she moved, nipples already hard through the fabric.
18 pushed Krillin toward them. "Show them what you've got, baldy."
Krillin, still dazed, was pulled onto the couch by Bulma, who straddled his lap immediately. "I've always wondered about you," she purred, grinding against his growing bulge. Her hands yanked off his shirt, tracing his scars. Chi-Chi knelt beside them, shy at first, but soon kissing his neck, her hot breath making him shiver.
18 watched from a chair, her hand slipping into her pants, rubbing herself slowly. "Make it good."
Bulma unzipped Krillin's pants, freeing his thick cock. "Impressive for a little guy." She stroked it firmly, her soft hands gliding up and down as pre-cum beaded at the tip. Chi-Chi leaned in, her tongue flicking out to taste him, lapping at the head while Bulma pumped the shaft.
Krillin groaned, his hands roaming: one squeezing Bulma's breast through her bra, the other tangling in Chi-Chi's hair. "This is... crazy."
Bulma shed her bra, her breasts bouncing free—pale skin, pink nipples erect. She guided Krillin's mouth to one, and he sucked eagerly, tongue swirling as she moaned. Chi-Chi stripped fully, her pussy trimmed with a neat bush, already dripping. She pushed Bulma aside playfully and mounted Krillin's face. "Eat me, Krillin. Like you mean it."
He dove in, tongue plunging into her wet folds, tasting her tangy arousal. Chi-Chi ground against him, her thick ass cheeks in his hands as he squeezed. Bulma positioned herself over his cock, sinking down slowly. "Fuck... you're filling me up." Her pussy was tight, warm, clenching as she rode him, hips rolling like a scientist experimenting with rhythm.
The room echoed with moans: Chi-Chi's gasps as Krillin's tongue flicked her clit, Bulma's whimpers as she bounced, her breasts slapping against her chest. 18 fingered herself faster, her free hand tweaking her nipple through her shirt. "Harder, girls. Wear him out."
They switched—Chi-Chi now riding Krillin's cock reverse cowgirl, her ass rippling with each thrust up into her. "Yes! Deeper!" Bulma sat on his face, her smoother pussy grinding as he lapped at her, fingers probing her ass for extra stimulation.
Krillin's stamina held, thrusting powerfully, making both women cry out. Bulma came first, her body shuddering, juices flooding his mouth. "Oh god... better than Vegeta!"
Chi-Chi followed, her walls spasming around him as she orgasmed, squirting lightly. "Goku who?"
18 couldn't resist anymore. She stripped and joined, pushing Chi-Chi off gently. "My turn to share." She straddled Krillin's cock, riding him while Bulma and Chi-Chi took turns kissing him and each other, their hands everywhere—fondling breasts, rubbing clits.
The foursome intensified: Krillin pounding into 18 doggy-style while she ate out Bulma, Chi-Chi beneath him sucking his balls. Then, he took turns filling each—Bulma on her back, legs spread; Chi-Chi bent over the couch; 18 watching and directing.
Finally, Krillin felt the peak. "I'm gonna cum!"
"Cum inside me," Bulma begged, pulling him in. He exploded, filling her with hot spurts. The overflow dripped as Chi-Chi and 18 licked it clean, sharing messy kisses.
Exhausted, they collapsed in a heap. Bulma handed over the check. "Worth every penny."
18 pocketed it with a grin. "Come back anytime. But next time, bring toys."
Krillin just lay there, smiling. Being a superhuman had its perks.