“Kris—this is… impressive,” Iris said after swallowing her first bite of the cornbread that Kris worked on for everybody while they were asleep.
“Impressive like… impressively bad?” Kris asked.
“No, not at all. Impressively good. Given what I knew of your cooking abilities, I must admit, I did not expect such a pleasant surprise. There are not even any eggshells in it.”
“You know, I didn’t put eggshells in everything even before I learned you’re not supposed to use the shells.” Kris then looked to the side with a hint of red coloring his cheeks as he scratched the back of his head. “But uh… I’m happy you like it. I can’t really take credit for it though since all I did was follow a recipe.”
“Then you did as most of the world’s greatest do. There I no shame in following a recipe. How else are we to learn and recreate the greats?”
Meanwhile, Rachel looked like she was in pure bliss. “This is so good… it must be the power of love making it taste this amazing. Ah… this is the best morning ever… and now that I’ve had my boyfriend wake me up with breakfast… wait!”
Everybody looked over at Rachel.
Rachel then continued by saying, “I… I just had the fantasy of Kris being my househusband… and that sounds amazing, but… how would that work? How does a maid and househusband relationship work? Wouldn’t they both be fighting each other over cooking and cleaning for each other?! Ah… forbidden love that is never meant to be due to the laws of reality forcing them to contradict one another…”
“It’s too early for you to be insane,” Emily grumbled, not even trying to sound cutesy as she was still much too tired for that. She might have been trained to immediately perform her duties as a maid first thing in the morning, but that didn’t mean she was a morning person. “And thanks, Kris. It tastes good. But uh… is there any coffee?”
“Oh, yeah,” Kris replied. “Sorry, I didn’t think of making coffee. I’ll make a pot.”
“Thanks. And make it as dark as possible.”
Kris gave Emily a nod before returning his attention to Rachel as he got the coffee brewer ready. “Uhh, I’m not really sure how a househusband and maid relationship would work, but like… I could be your househusband if you want me to. I wouldn’t mind. Whatever makes you happy.”
While the rest of Kris’s girlfriends, Lucy now included as well, were not initially inspired by Rachel’s idea of Kris being her househusband… that changed once they heard Kris himself say that he would be down for it.
Kris. As a househusband.
Rachel was already imagining Kris basically being like a housewife waking her up with breakfast and giving her shoulder rubs, but the others…
Iris imagined Kris standing in the kitchen wearing an apron as he whisked some cake batter in a bowl, clumsily getting some onto his cheek that she would have to lick off herself.
Emily imagined Kris fawning all over her and giving her a full-body massage before lighting a cigarette for her by reaching around from behind with a lighter.
Abigail saw herself sitting on a couch by the window as it rained outside with a book in her hands, and Kris brought her a cup of hot tea before sitting down on the couch next to her and resting his head on her lap so that she could pet him while she read.
Lucy’s mind went straight to imagining herself sitting on the couch watching television and asking Kris to go grab her a beer from the fridge, then kissing him and smacking his ass as he walked away to grab it.
And then, of course, there was Anastasia. When it came to Kris being a househusband, Anastasia imagined walking into the bedroom and seeing him wrapped up in ribbons with bows on the bed waiting for her with a wide assortment of toys next to him. Needless to say, she shivered and moaned a little when she thought of that, but Kris assumed it was just because she really liked the cornbread.
That made him happy. His cornbread was so good it was worthy of moaning over!
Anastasia was the first one to speak up after her latest fantasy. “I believe that you would make an excellent househusband, Kris. But I must ask, pink or purple?”
“Uh… pink?” Kris answered.
“Thank you.”
Kris wasn’t sure what he was being thanked for as the ribbons wrapped around his nude form in Anastasia’s fantasy changed color to pink.
“Wait,” Iris said. “There is something important that we have not addressed yet.”
“What’s up?” Kris asked.
Iris looked at Lucy and then at Kris. “From our observations of our lady’s relationship and everything we have heard regarding it, in addition to the research we have performed on the topic, we reached the conclusion that everybody in a relationship is meant to date one another.”
“Oh. Huh, now that I think about it… are you like, all dating each other, too? I don’t mind by the way, I just never really thought about it before.”
The maids looked at each other and then back at Kris.
“Not really,” Emily answered. “I mean, we love each other, but… I guess we don’t really see each other that way?”
“Yeah,” Rachel said. “We’re like sisters. And best friends. We’d do anything for each other, but I guess we don’t really see each other that way, and I’d say we love each other as much as we love you, so… nobody is more important than anybody else, but… we don’t look at each other in like, the lover way, I think?”
“Huh,” Kris said. “So you’re inseparable and love each other, but not as girlfriends. What would have happened if you fell in love with different people?”
Iris swallowed her next forkful of cornbread before saying, “That depends. Were we to each take a different lover, then we would have to have a multi-family home where we may all live together. However, we mused several times before about how we would all rather love the same man than complicate things by loving different men. This way, we get to stay together while also experiencing romance, and none of us mind sharing. However, now that we have a new addition to the relationship… I am not sure what this means for us.”
Kris crossed his arms over his chest and tapped his chin with one of his hands. “Huh. I guess I can understand how that’s kind of confusing. I don’t really know what it means, either. Lucy? You got any idea?”
“Uh… no idea,” Lucy answered. “I never imagined you would get one girlfriend, let alone five at once… now six at once including me. But you started dating them first, so I’m not really jealous or anything. I’m just… happy that I get to be with you at all, even if I have to split the time up with others. As for… stuff like also dating them… uh… I can’t say that I’ve ever been into girls that way, but… I—I wouldn’t mind experimenting? But—but only if they,” Lucy turned to look at the maids, “only if you want to! You’re all really beautiful, and I’m amazed that Kris will even take me when he already has all of you… so—so I wouldn’t mind… trying… that sort of stuff with you.”
With a smile on her face, Rachel did her best to be welcoming and said, “Of course! We can experiment as much as you want! It—it might be a bit awkward at first, but we can hold hands as much as you want until you figure things out!”
“Eh?” Lucy blinked. “Hold hands?”
“Of course,” Iris said. “We can even try cuddling together on the couch. Perhaps experimenting in such a manner with another woman will awaken something in me as well.”
Lucy blinked another couple of times. “Cuddling?”
Emily then tagged in by saying, “If you really want to skip that stuff, I wouldn’t mind going straight to kissing, like, on the cheek and stuff.” Of course, as soon as Emily said that, her cheeks turned a shade of red. “A-actuallly… maybe we should work our way up to that…”
Lucy looked at the deaf Abigail who was officially too preoccupied with her breakfast at that point to pay attention to whatever the conversation topic shifted to.
That left Lucy with only one other maid to look at.
Anastasia.
“Apologies, Lucy,” Anastasia said with closed eyes. “I must admit that I lack the expertise to experiment in such matters, and the others would be far better at it than me.”
Anastasia then peeked her eyes open just the tiniest bit.
And from what little of Anastasia’s eyes Lucy could see… sent shivers up her spine.
Lucy saw the stare of a predator.
She felt like a helpless lamb being stared at by a starving lion desperate for food.
“But as you are in our relationship now,” Anastasia continued, “I will gladly do my best despite my inexperience with… training you.”
Lucy gulped. “Training—training me?”
“To be a maid, of course. While I may not have as much experience as the others, I would still be glad to be of service to you however possible. I am willing to both train you… and to accept your every request. No matter how you may wish to experiment, I will gladly offer you my all until both of our bodies are worn out.”
Rachel sniffled when she heard all of that. “You’ve become such a devoted maid. I’m so proud of you.”
Iris nodded along with Rachel’s words. “Truly admirable dedication.”
“I’m gonna be passed up at this rate,” Emily joined in.
Even Kris tagged along by saying, “You really are dedicated. That’s really cool. Super respectable, too.”
Anastasia then, in a completely accidental way, dropped a piece of cornbread that somehow managed to land perfectly between her pointer and middle fingers. While making eye contact with Lucy, she brought her fingers up to her lips, spread them out, and slipped out her tongue to lap at the space between her fingers, catching the piece of cornbread there with so much intensity that Lucy couldn’t take her eyes away for even a second.
“H-holy shit,” Lucy whispered to herself. “I… I think I might be into girls after all…”
Anastasia smiled and closed her eyes again. “Use me to your heart’s content for your experiments, mistress.”
“Ye-yeah… will… will do…”
There was only one downside to seeing Anastasia’s totally innocent performance featuring getting the cornbread out from between her fingers, and it was that Lucy started to feel guilty. She only ever had eyes for Kris, but now… she was getting excited from watching another woman even if they were technically in a relationship together.
Lucy tried to take her mind off of Anastasia by looking over at Kris who, in the process of pouring Emily’s coffee for her, accidentally got a drop of it between a couple of his fingers.
“Oh no,” Lucy mumbled, already feeling excited over what was surely about to come next.
And surely enough, Kris brought his fingers up to his mouth and licked between them. His lick was a much simpler, more brutish lick, however. There was zero grace about it. Nothing was done to intentionally be seductive. He wasn’t looking her in the eyes or anything while he did it, either.
Yet, as Kris lapped his tongue between his fingers, Lucy felt far greater shivers than she did when watching Anastasia. Her mind immediately went to spreading her legs and grabbing him by his hair to shove her between her thighs and—
Lucy was snapped out of her rapidly intensifying imagination when she heard a loud, sudden gasp from across the table. When she looked at the source of the sound, she saw Anastasia staring at Kris while her entire body trembled despite her best attempts at holding back.
Anastasia and Lucy locked eyes.
The blush on both of their cheeks gave it away.
They understood each other.
In that moment, Anastasia realized she found somebody who she could relate to.
And in that moment, Lucy realized she found the only other person in their relationship who probably understood how babies were made.
Kris let out a sigh of relief when he saw them staring so intently at each other. “Good, it looks like you two like each other. I was kind of worried, but I guess I had nothing to worry about.”
Iris looked at them and asked, “They both appear to have fevers. Perhaps whatever was wrong with Anastasia last night was contagious and spread to Lucy?”
Abigail, meanwhile, reached forward to the pan of cornbread sitting on the middle of the table to cut herself another piece while everybody was distracted.
There was nothing more important to her at the moment than thoroughly enjoying her boyfriend’s cornbread.