The morning light filtered through the high windows of Capsule Corp's private lounge, casting a golden glow over the rumpled couch where Krillin and Bulma had spent the last hours of the night. Krillin sat up slowly, rubbing his bald head, his compact muscular body still slick with dried sweat and the evidence of their marathon session. Bulma lounged beside him in nothing but an oversized lab coat, blue hair a wild mess, a satisfied smirk playing on her lips as she sipped coffee from a Capsule Corp mug.
"Damn, shorty… you really did a number on me," Bulma purred, stretching languidly. Her legs shifted, revealing the faint bruises on her thighs from his grip and the sticky trail of his cum still leaking down her inner thigh. "Vegeta's gonna be gone for at least another week. Same time tonight?"
Krillin chuckled, pulling on his orange tank top, cheeks still flushed. "Bulma, you're gonna kill me. But yeah… I'm in. Just… keep it quiet. 18 would murder us both." He leaned in for one last deep kiss, tongue sliding against hers, before grabbing his shorts and heading for the door. "Text me if you need 'help' with that gravity machine again."
As the door hissed shut behind him, Bulma's smirk widened into something mischievous. She grabbed her phone, scrolling to Chi-Chi's contact. *Girl, emergency girl talk at the lab. Bring coffee. You won't believe what happened last night. Come alone—kids are fine at the Son house.*
Chi-Chi arrived an hour later, her black hair tied in a tight bun, wearing her usual red qipao top that hugged her athletic curves and black pants that showed off those powerful legs from years of training. She burst into the lounge with two steaming cups, eyes sharp. "Bulma! What's the big secret? You sounded way too smug in that text. If it's another one of Goku's dumb training stories, I swear—"
Bulma cut her off with a laugh, patting the couch beside her. "Sit. Drink. And brace yourself, Chi-Chi. Last night… while the boys were off playing with Beerus and Whis, I had a visitor. Krillin."
Chi-Chi froze mid-sip, eyes narrowing. "Krillin? As in… our Krillin? What, he came to fix something? That bald monk's always tinkering—"
"Oh, he tinkered alright," Bulma interrupted, voice dripping with heat. She leaned in close, whispering like they were back in high school. "I jumped him the second he walked in. Pinned him down, rode him until the workbench nearly broke. Multiple rounds—couch, shower, even the gravity chamber console. He's got that insane stamina, Chi-Chi. Thick cock, knows exactly how to hit every spot. Filled me up so many times I'm still leaking his cum right now." She shifted her legs, letting the lab coat fall open just enough to show the glistening evidence on her thighs. "Best fuck I've had since Vegeta learned what foreplay is. And with Goku and Vegeta light-years away… no one has to know."
Chi-Chi's face went from shock to a deep blush, then something darker—jealousy mixed with pure, fiery hunger. Her grip tightened on the coffee cup until it creaked. "You… you slept with Krillin? Behind everyone's backs? While our husbands are training?" Her voice rose, but there was no anger toward Bulma—only heat. "That little shorty… always so polite and loyal. I never thought… but damn it, Bulma, now I'm picturing it. Goku's been gone too long. I'm tired of waiting around like a good little wife while he punches gods. If you got yours…"
Bulma grinned, sipping her coffee. "Exactly. He's probably heading home right now, all smug and spent. But I bet that monk endurance of his could go another round… or five. Call him back. Tell him there's a 'family emergency' at the lab. Force the issue, Chi-Chi. You're the strongest woman I know—make him give you what you need."
Chi-Chi's eyes flashed with that signature temper. She pulled out her phone, dialing Krillin before she could second-guess. It rang twice before he picked up. "Hey, Chi-Chi! Everything okay? Bulma said she might need—"
"Get back to Capsule Corp. Now," Chi-Chi snapped, voice low and commanding, the way she used to scold Goku. "Lab lounge. Don't make me come drag you here myself. We need to… talk. About last night."
Krillin's voice faltered. "L-last night? Chi-Chi, wait, I—"
"Twenty minutes. Or I tell 18 everything." She hung up, heart pounding, a wicked smile mirroring Bulma's. "He's coming. And when he does… he's mine first."
Krillin arrived fifteen minutes later, bursting through the door in a panic, still in his tank and shorts. "Chi-Chi? Bulma? What's going on? Is something wrong with the ki—"
The door locked behind him with a click. Chi-Chi stood there, arms crossed, eyes blazing like she was about to spar. Bulma lounged on the couch, lab coat barely closed. "Shorty," Bulma drawled, "your little secret's out. I told her everything. How you fucked me senseless while our husbands are gone."
Krillin's face went pale, then red. "W-what? Chi-Chi, it's not— I mean, she started it, and—"
"Save it," Chi-Chi cut him off, stepping forward with that martial artist grace. She was taller than him by a good bit, her body toned and curvaceous from years of fighting and motherhood. Before he could back away, she grabbed the front of his tank top in one strong hand and yanked him against her. "You think you can fuck Bulma behind our backs and not share? Goku's off training again, leaving me frustrated for days. I need this, Krillin. And you're going to give it to me—right now. No arguments. Or I make one call to 18."
Krillin swallowed hard, but his cock was already hardening traitorously in his shorts at her dominant tone. "Chi-Chi… you're Goku's wife. This is crazy—"
"Crazy feels good," she growled, shoving him backward onto the couch beside Bulma. She stripped her qipao top off in one fluid motion, revealing full, heavy breasts and a toned stomach. Her pants followed, leaving her completely naked—black hair still in its bun, body glistening with sudden sweat. "Bulma got her turn. Now it's mine. Pants off. I'm not asking."
Bulma chuckled from the side, watching hungrily. "Do it, Krillin. She's been pent-up longer than me."
Krillin's hands shook as he shoved his shorts down, his thick veiny cock springing free, already leaking. Chi-Chi's eyes darkened with lust. "Not bad for a short king," she muttered, straddling him roughly, knees pinning his thighs. She gripped his shaft, stroking it once, twice, then sank down hard—taking him to the hilt in one go. Both moaned loud. "Fuuuck… you're thicker than I thought. Stretching my married pussy so good already."
"Chi-Chi—shit, you're so tight," Krillin groaned, hands instinctively grabbing her hips as she started riding him with fierce, powerful bounces. Her breasts jiggled wildly with each slam, nipples hard and dark. The couch creaked under the force—her fighter strength making every thrust brutal and deep.
"Shut up and fuck me back," she demanded, leaning down to bite his shoulder hard enough to leave a mark. "I know you gave Bulma everything last night. Give me more. Pound this pussy like you mean it, monk. Make me forget Goku's name for a while." Her walls clenched around him rhythmically, juices already soaking his balls.
Krillin thrust up to meet her, grunting with effort. "Yes—fuck, Chi-Chi! You're so wet… so strong. Riding me like you own me." One hand slid up to maul her breast, pinching a nipple, while the other rubbed her clit fast. "Is this what you wanted? Forcing your friend's husband to breed you while your hubby's gone?"
"Exactly that—ahh! Harder, Krillin! Don't you dare hold back!" Chi-Chi's pace turned frantic, ass slapping against his lap. Bulma watched, fingers between her own legs, but stayed quiet—letting her friend take control. Chi-Chi's first orgasm hit like a Kamehameha, body shuddering, pussy gushing around his cock. "Yes! Cum inside me—fill me up right now!"
Krillin roared, hips jerking as he pumped thick ropes deep into her, overflowing almost immediately. But Chi-Chi didn't stop. She kept grinding through the aftershocks, eyes wild. "Not done yet. Bulma said you've got stamina. Prove it."
She climbed off, cum dripping down her thighs, and bent over the arm of the couch—ass presented high. "From behind. Now. Grab my hips and rail me like you did her workbench."
Krillin was on her in seconds, slamming back in with a wet squelch. "God, Chi-Chi… your ass is perfect." He pounded hard, the sound of skin slapping echoing through the lounge. One hand tangled in her bun, pulling just enough to arch her back. "Tell me how it feels. Say you love cheating on Goku with me."
"I love it—fuck yes! Your cock's hitting spots Goku never reaches when he's too tired from training!" Chi-Chi moaned, pushing back against him. "Deeper! Breed me again—make my belly swell with your load while he's punching air on Beerus' planet!"
Bulma slid closer, kissing Chi-Chi's neck. "That's it, girl. Take every inch."
They switched again—Chi-Chi on her back on the floor now, legs over Krillin's shoulders in a mating press. He folded her in half, thrusting down with all his fighter power, balls slapping her ass. "You're insatiable," he panted, sweat dripping from his bald head onto her breasts. "Gonna cum again—where do you want it?"
"Inside! Always inside—mark this married pussy!" Another shared climax tore through them, her screams mixing with his grunts as he flooded her a second time.
But Chi-Chi forced a third round in the shower—him holding her up against the tiles, water cascading over their bodies as he fucked her standing, her legs locked around his waist. "Don't drop me, shorty. Fuck me through it—yes, right there!" Dialogues flew between gasps:
"Harder, Krillin! Ruin me for Goku!"
"You're so fucking hot when you're bossy… gonna make you squirt this time."
Bulma joined briefly for the finale, the three of them tangled on the couch in a messy pile—Krillin taking turns thrusting into Chi-Chi while Bulma sat on his face—but the focus stayed on Chi-Chi's dominant claim. By mid-afternoon, they collapsed in a sweaty, cum-soaked heap. Chi-Chi traced a finger over Krillin's abs, smirking fiercely. "Same deal as Bulma. This is our secret. You come when we call. Or else."
Krillin laughed breathlessly, pulling both women closer. "Wouldn't dream of saying no. You two are gonna kill me… but what a way to go."
Bulma winked. "Round four after lunch? The boys won't be back for days."