Kiriko’s left eye twitched as she heard the suggestion. She could not believe the gall of Ryoko, she’s trying to save Seina from this bizarre turn of events. She was ready to find Seina in bed with Amane, but finding him in Amane was another story.
“No, no, no, no, no,” Kiriko repeated over and over as she stomped her feet into the floor. Although less heated then when they first met, she had a general dislike of the blond alien. Her flirtatious attitude and sultry manner towards the husband that they shared was down right maddening for the earthling. She had lost count of the times that she had tried to have a romantic moment with Seina, they would smile and hold hands and form an ambiance of love and devotion. They would both blush and give each other kisses on the cheeks and lips no harder then the weight of a butterfly. However, just when they had the perfect moment, Amane would walk in. All it would take was for her to undo one button from her blouse or bend over to pick up something she supposedly accidentally dropped and Seina would be lost to her. She couldn’t blame him, he was a male and when a curvy woman coming onto a man, not even someone as pure and innocent as Seina could fight the urge to notice. It wasn’t that Kiriko hated the blond alien girl; she was just so wearisome with her almost sluttish manner. It had taken months for her to agree to wait until Seina was eighteen before ‘rocking his world’ as she put it. Taking a few slow breaths to cool herself down, Kiriko composed herself enough to speak clearly.
“If you refuse to spit him out, then you leave me no choice but to sit here until I know he’s safe.” Kiriko seated herself down on the floor and sat with her legs crossed and her eyes focused on Amane and her huge slopping belly.
“Kiriko, if you must watch us, then please, sit on the comfy bed?” Mitoto said from beside Amane. She had seated herself next to the huge bellied woman so she could look at her large stomach in awe and envy. Her job involved her traveling around so much that she rarely saw her husband and even more infrequently got a chance to be intimate with him. Sex might have been few and far between, but their binges on one another were nearly nonexistent. When they had been younger, the thrill of eating one another had been the highlight of their days. Only one person slept in their bed because the other would always be inside the other. One child and a few years later, she hadn’t eaten her hubby in years. All that pent up sexual energy had been put into cleaning, but with Seina and his wives getting it on, cleaning didn’t seem to do it for her. She didn’t want to marry the boy, but she wouldn’t mind borrowing him for some R&R sometime.
“Come on, I won’t bite, promise.” Amane swore with a big smile. Kiriko’s rebellious nature made her seem delectable to Amane. It seemed like the wrong word to describe Kiriko with, but it was true, she was a real rebel. Not many women would ask a husband that they crazily love to hold off on sex, but she had. It proved that Kiriko was not someone who bended her ethics. This made the girl seem all that more worthy of being Amane’s lover/snack. Oh yes, she would love turning that prissy little Earthier into her personal fuck buddy.