Krillin sat frozen on the edge of the bed, his small hands gripping the sheets so tightly his knuckles turned white. The bedroom smelled thick with sex — sweat, pussy juice, and the heavy musk of another man's cum.
Jax had just finished round two.
He had bent Android 18 over the same bed Krillin used to share with her, slamming that massive dark cock into her tight pussy from behind while 18 moaned like a whore in heat. Krillin had watched every second: the way her heavy breasts swung and slapped together, the way her ass rippled with every brutal thrust, the way she screamed "Deeper! Fuck me harder!" while her eyes rolled back in ecstasy.
And now, the evidence was right in front of him.
Jax pulled out with a wet schlorp, his thick black cock glistening with 18's juices and strings of white cum. A huge load of thick, pearly semen immediately began to ooze from Android 18's stretched pussy. It dripped slowly down her swollen lips and inner thighs in heavy globs — far more than Krillin had ever produced in his life.
18 collapsed onto her back on the bed, legs spread wide, breathing hard. Her blonde hair was a mess, her face flushed, and her blue eyes still hazy with afterglow. She looked over at her husband with a mix of affection and cruel teasing.
"Look what he did to me, Krillin…" she purred, reaching down to spread her pussy lips with two fingers. More thick black cum bubbled out, coating her folds. "He came so deep inside my pussy. I can feel it all the way in my womb. It's so much warmer and thicker than anything you've ever given me."
Krillin's mouth went dry. His tiny cock was rock-hard in his pants, throbbing painfully at the humiliating sight. Tears of shame stung his eyes, but he couldn't look away from the creamy mess leaking from his wife's well-fucked hole.
Jax chuckled from the side of the bed, still stroking his semi-hard cock. "Your turn, shorty. Clean-up duty. Get over here and suck all my cum out of your wife's pussy. Every last drop."
18 smiled softly and beckoned her husband closer with one finger. "Come on, honey. You said you wanted to watch… now you get to taste what a real man leaves behind. Be a good little cuck and lick me clean. I want to feel your tongue scooping it all out while I tell you how much better his cock felt."
Krillin hesitated for only a second. The shame burned hot in his chest, but the twisted arousal won. He crawled between his wife's spread legs, his face inches from her dripping, cum-filled pussy. The strong scent of Jax's load hit him — salty, musky, masculine. It was nothing like his own.
He leaned in and gave one tentative lick.