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Chichi had just finished mopping when the house shook with rolling thunder. Jumping in surprise, she grabbed her chest as another crackle bounced off the roof. The forecast did call for rain later that night, but she didn’t expect it this early in the afternoon.
Peeking outside, she saw the clouds slowly gathering above. She also noticed her laundry still hanging on the line.
“Oh shoot! I forgot about the clothes!”
Quickly snatching a basket, she ran outside to take the laundry down before it began to pour. She was halfway finished when a familiar voice called out to her.
“Chichi!”
Looking over her shoulder, she watched as her husband flew closer with a basket of their fresh vegetables on his back.
“Goku?! You’re back early. Is it raining on the mountain?”
“Yeah. Pretty hard too.” Landing next to her. As he spoke, droplets began to fall around them.
“Let me help you!” Running to the other line.
Wasting no time, Goku started unpinning the clothes she hadn’t gotten to yet. By the time the last article was removed the light sprinkle had turned into a full blown shower.
Soaked, they picked up their baskets and ran inside.
“Ugh! I can't believe I'm gonna have to wash these again tomorrow.” Picking through the wet clothes.
“Why? It's just rain water.”
“We don't have a dryer Goku. They'll get moldy all bunched up like this. Oh well, I guess it's time for me to go buy one.”
Shrugging, Goku took off the sack of vegetables and sat them down. “Do you want me to put these in the kitchen?”
“Sure. Just leave them on the counter. I'm gonna take a quick shower then I'll make us something to eat. It looks like the rain has settled in for the day so we might as well relax.”
Perking up at the sound of food, Goku eagerly walked into the kitchen, imagining the wonderful dishes his wife might make. For extra brownie points, he took a moment to wash them off for her. Knowing his sweet action might get him some extra meat.
As he sat the last vegetable out to dry a tantalizing scent of berries and cream struck him in the face. Turning, he saw the source enter the kitchen and immediately felt the hunger in his belly shoot to his loins.
In lue of her usual cheongsam, his wife had changed into a gray thigh length dress with thin straps over the shoulders. It looked like something she wore to bed, but instead of smooth and shiny, this was soft, cottony, and clung to every one of her delicious curves.
Licking his lips, he watched as she pulled her long black hair into a high ponytail. Their damp ends winding down the column of her neck towards her full breast. The hard nipples beneath pushing through the thin fabric.
Chichi smirked at her husband’s lustful expression. Very much aware of the affect she had on him.
While in the shower, it dawned on her that they would have the house to themselves for the evening. Goten was out with Trunks and with all the bad weather, he’d just stay at his place for the night. Chichi knew she had to jump at this opportunity since private time with her husband was a rarity. Especially with his spontaneous trips to that giant cat gods planet.
It took her a few years, but she eventually came to realize that her husband was a very simple man. Social queues and innuendos didn't work on him. He needed visuals.
Goku could be pretty childish, but he was still a red-blooded man. An alien red-blooded man, who on occasion let his animal instincts run wild. If she wanted to get his attention, all she had to do was poke the beast a bit. And from the way his eyes were locked on to her breast, her plan was working like a charm.
“Oh honey that was sweet of you. Thank you for washing those for me.” Walking up to kiss him on the lips.
Humming, he held on to her hips, keeping close. “Mmmmm. What’s this?”
“What's what?” She replied innocently.
“This. I've never seen you wear this before...” Running his hands hands down the soft fabric.
“Oh. I only wear it when everybody’s out. It's really not appropriate when Goten’s home.” Smiling sweetly.
Pouting, he wondered why she never wore it while he was home. “Well.... we’re home alone....sometimes.”
Giggling at his boyish jealousy, she tiptoed and gave him another peck on the lips. “Since you like it so much I'll definitely wear it again.”
Groaning, Goku took the opportunity to slip his tongue between her plush lips, tasting her natural sweetness. Holding her close, he moved his hands down to her ass and squeezed the round globes. He shuddered when the her lovely berry scent became mixed with the tangy musk of her arousal. The sound of her breathy moans spiking his lust.
Feeling his hardness poke her belly, Chichi gently pushed him away, preferring to take things slowly. She wanted to get a little romance in before he ripped her clothes off.
Leaning down, he ran his nose down her throat. “You smell so good!”
“But you don't!” Grabbing his wandering hands.
“Huh?”
Pulling out of his grasp, she stepped around him and went to the fridge. “You’re dirty and smell like sweat. That rain didn’t make it any better either. Go bathe and I’ll start cooking.”
Goku watched as she bent down to remove a tray of meat. The new position revealing her lack of underwear with a teasing glimpse of her soft folds. For a second, he found himself wondering if food was really worth it.
Looking over her shoulder, Chichi saw that he was still standing there staring at her ass with a feral expression. His internal battle between man and beast getting the best of him.
“Goku….go take a bath. I’m making some chicken wings. I’ve even got some dumplings and pork buns. They’re your favorite!” She said in a sing song voice.
As expected, his expression brighten at the sound of his favorite foods. Taking her win, she turned back around to get started.
“Don’t worry honey. I prepped most of it this morning so it won’t take me long. After you finish, go clear off the coffee table in the living room. That way we can cuddle on the couch when we finish eating, Ok?”
Excited for the upcoming feast and ‘cuddle time’, he quickly made his exit. “Ok Chichi.”
Giggling to herself, Chichi began putting everything together for their dinner. She felt a little bad about manipulating him with food, but it was the only way to keep him in line. He could be incredibly stubborn when he wanted.
Her husband wasn’t always in the mood, but when it happened, his lust was insatiable. If she let him, he’d have sexed her all over their kitchen. From previous experience, she found it best to feed one appetite before the other. A hungry Saiyan full of lust equaled a sore vagina. And she preferred their son not see her limping the next day.
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Standing under the cool spray, Goku closed his eyes as the water to rolled down his sensitive skin. He'd already washed away the dirt and sweat from his body. However, the erection he still sported hadn’t gone anywhere. It didn't help that his wife's heavenly scent still lingered in the air. Even the mouthwatering aroma of her fried chicken couldn't drown it out.
Sighing at the futile attempt, he turned the water off and stepped out of the shower. Halfheartedly toweling himself down, he walked into their bedroom to get his clothes. When he pulled out a pair of boxers, he stopped and stared at them for moment. A lightbulb going off in his head. His wife wasn’t the only one who could walk around half naked.
Smirking, he donned the plain black boxers. Knowing that their thin fabric left nothing to the imagination. Usually, she'd chastise him, but something told him she wouldn't mind this time around.