Krillin undid his duty belt and tossed it on the coffee table before flopping down on the sofa. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and was about to pass out when he felt something soft and warm lean against him.
He awoke to see blonde hair and two striking blue eyes looking into his.
"Hey, hun," Android #18 said as she kissed his cheek. His gorgeous wife. "You actually came home when you said you would. That's a suprise."
"Hehe, yeah, for once. That stakeout was brutal, but we got what we needed to catch the guy. Once we get that arrest warrant from the judge tomorrow, he's as good as ours!" Krillin looked happy, despite his exhaustion.
"It's funny. All that power and you still have to follow the law. I don't think the cops realize what a boon you are."
"The guys back at the station don't know about what I can really do. Gotta keep up appearances, you know? I still catch the bad guys, that's all that matters."
18 goes silent for a moment. "And you're a good man. The one that I fell in love with." She leaned forward and kissed him. Krillin cupped her face and kissed back but 18 put her hands on his shoulders and straddled her husband.
She was wearing those pink sweatpants that he loved to see her workout in, along with her pink sweatshirt that was unzipped hallway. Krillin felt his cock shoot up in his pants, and 18 couldn't help but laugh at the response.
"At least, that's what I thought. Until I found this." She reached into her bountiful cleavage and pulled out a remote control. The remote that Krillin asked Bulma to make after Cell's defeat. "Imagine my shock when I was cleaning out our closet and this little thing tumbled out of a box of your old stuff." Her voice turned dry. "Mind telling me what it's meant for?"
Krillin panicked. He knew he couldn't run or fly away, she'd catch him in an instant. It's time to face the music, he supposed. "It was, uhh...something I asked Bulma to make," he stuttered as 18 began to fiddle with the touchscreen options.
"Oh, is that so...?" 18 said under her breath, an eyebrow raising as she saw a particularly embarrassing option. Krillin's face was turning more and more red.
"Yes, and I'm really sorry! I figured once we started going steady I could talk to you about it, but I just sorta...forgot." 18's fingers gripped Krillin's shoulder tighter. Not enough to hurt, but enough to send a message. One he promptly misinterpreted.
"Okay, okay! I'll take it back to Bulma so she can destroy it or recycle it or whatever," he said, but was surprised when 18 flipped the remote around and handed it to Krillin. When he realized his life was no longer in danger, he noticed that 18 was grinding on his thigh, staining his pants.
"You're a real pain, you know that, dear?" 18 said, biting her lower lip as she used his leg as her toy. "Every day you give me a new reason to love you." She leaned down and began to suck on his neck, giving him some fresh hickeys as Krillin became confused.
"S-so you're not mad?"
"No, I'm not mad. I'm so happy you thought we didn't need some remote to enjoy each other. It's flattering, really. And-ngh~ if I'm gonna be honest...I wanna try it. It looks like fun and it'd be a waste to just destroy it. Whaddya say? We have all the privacy we could want and I know you're pent-up. Why do you think we haven't done anything these last two weeks?"
So that's why she's been out of the mood! She's usually down at any time but Krillin noticed she's been a bit distant in the physical department. Krillin looked down at the remote and decided then and there he'd get his revenge for the blue balls.
The remote was rectangular and made of some weird plastic, with a digital touchscreen interface. The background was a simple blue that he could customize but forgot to. In fact, a lot about the remote was customizable. There were several neat, labeled rows of buttons. One row read "General", the next "Personality". "Sensitivity", "Facial Expressions"...it was quite the intimidating list, and there was more to come. He saw a weird icon in the top right and tapped it.
UPDATE DOWNLOADING...
Update?! Was Bulma just adding things as she saw fit? He was brought out of his stupor by being smothered by his wife's tits, who had already discarded her sweatshirt. Only a black sports bra was left, which made her breasts look better than they already did.
"Enough ogling. I almost came on your leg and you look like you're about to burst out of your pants. Take 'em off."
Deciding to take his wife's advice, he undid his pants and tossed them to the side. 18 licked her lips as she watched his cock flop out, standing at attention for her. "I'm so glad you decided to start going commando~"
She sunk to her knees between his leg and opened her mouth, her pink tongue snaking out from her mouth to slather over his tip. She let out those cute little noises he loved so much as she wrapped her plump lips around his cock. He could feel her tongue swirl around his tip as pre-cum oozed into her mouth, coating it in a thin layer of his spunk.
