I am really considering in becoming a full-time housewife.
Five days! Isabelle had been working on the dress' skirt for five days and there were no signs of it having an end! The image of how the dress had to look, was flying away with each day that passed and Isabelle could not resolve the issue. How to make the skirt look even more voluminous? No matter how she arranged the fabrics, the effect just refused to appear.
Under the heavy gaze, full of expectations, from Mrs. Attile; the skeptical one from Ginna; and the curious gazes from the passersby that stayed for moments to observe the process, Isabelle began with what everybody at the shop dubbed as the bell dress due to the shape of the skirt.
Mrs. Attile managed to get the wearer's measurements from her cousin, and that was how Isabelle began the uphill battle to make the dress.
To give the bell shape, Dupioni was used as the first layer. Working with Dupioni was hard – pun not intended – since it had to be pinned in a way that would form the bell shape. Although a challenging first step, it was done. That gave Isabelle confidence to continue with the process as fast as she could.
The problems came with the following fabrics: Taffeta and Shantung. Taffeta was supposed to add to the volume, creating a puffy effect. However, it was very difficult to pin it into the hard Dupioni. Instead of giving volume, it added weight, distorting the shape created by the other fabric. And adding Shantung did nothing to help.
These three fabrics were the first options for the base, making Isabelle spend five days trying to keep the bell shape and failing spectacularly. Mrs. Attile was still very optimistic about it, claiming that even if the shape was not the same as the design, it was impressive. Ginna… well, Ginna reacted strangely
"I think it looks perfect." She dreamily commented.
Her praising was more surprising than the thought of not being able to sew the dress according to the design. It was suspicious. Isabelle had been working at the shop from morning to night these past five days and it was only on the very first day that Ginna showed some kind of hostility. From then on, the woman changed completely.
Although there were a few interactions between the two yet, with Isabelle working on the dress and Ginna being busy with the shop, they could be counted with both hands. Not enough to create any sort of rapport!
However, with each passing day, Isabelle had noticed Ginna becoming mellower and mellower. The now Mrs. Edris was certain it was not because she was a bag of charms. So, she was curious. What happened to Ginna that changed her? Though, no matter how curious, Isabelle refrained from voicing out any question. There simply was too little trust between them.
"It still does not match what I have in mind, so let us hope that I can resolve it with the other three fabrics." Isabelle sighed and decided to stop working on the dress. It was already night anyway, and her tired eyes felt extremely dry; fatigue was quickly catching up, too.
It would be a miracle if she did not fall asleep on the way back. Restless sleep. Lately, sleep could not completely ease up the exhaustion clinging to her. She knew her days would be hard, but she never thought it would be that hard. Not only was she frustrated, she was tired and had no ideas on how to fix the dress.
She needed to unwind, loosen up. Freshen up her mind!
The door opened, halting her spiraling thoughts, showing Ethan's figure. "Let's go home." He stated, nodding at Ginna before staring down at Isabelle to move.
He was not trying to be mean or anything; it was just that in the past couple of days, Isabelle had been stubborn in wanting to stay a bit longer to finish the skirt, claiming that she was about to finish it when that was never the case. So, Ethan had to put his foot down and basically drag her out of the shop and across town. Three times.
Isabelle had been too proud to create a scene the very first time it happened, but her scowl showed how unhappy she was at him. It was not until she passed out on their way home the third time that made her realize that she was beyond exhausted. Luckily, she was already perched on the cart and not walking through town.
The following day, she rewarded Ethan with a long kiss and another apology, which he easily took.
"Let's go..." Isabelle acquiesced after putting the needles and threads away. She waved at Ginna goodbye, taking notice on the fact that the latter did not seem in a hurry to lock down the shop despite being quite late. Did she not have to walk back home?
But her tired mind disallowed her to keep pondering on that matter, especially when the rocking of the cart was lulling her to sleep.
"How was it? Made some progress?" Ethan asked, driving the cart while she laid down at the back. The thoughtful husbands, having heard how Isabelle fell asleep on the cart and that Ethan had to maneuver her into the back so she could better sleep, decided to put some thick sheets to work as a makeshift bed so she could comfortably lay down.
"Mhm. Jus' a bit tho." She tiredly muttered. At some point, she did fall asleep. Even in dreams she could see herself working on the dress. Her dream-self, though, was having better luck. The skirt had a magnificent volume! Exactly what she was looking for. But how…?
Peeking under the skirt, she saw…
"...Belle..." The voice of one her Husbands woke her up.
Her addled mind was unable to pinpoint who it was. Joseph or Felix? Sometimes, when they whispered, their voices sounded the same.
"Wanna bath or just clean up?"
"Bath..." Isabelle murmured, rubbing her eyes to shake off the drowsiness. It did not work.
"Wait a bit, then." The voice said. It sounded so far away. Furthermore, with her mind completely off for the day, not wanting to operate anymore, her body ran purely by instinct, following the given instructions.
Undress. Get in the tub.
Oh, that's my hooligan alright.
Use the clothe to rub off the sweat. Lean back to wash your hair.
That's definitely Lucas.
Get out. Stay put to dry you off.
These are Ethan's hands.
The whole bathing process was like a dream. Or more like, never before had she been so pampered. Even Felix helped her into bed after drying and brushing her hair. Although lethargic, her eyes finally managed to catch glimpses of her Husbands. Seeing their diligent care, a thought crossed her mind.
I really want them…
"Come're." She slurred, hooking her hand behind the neck of her closest Husband, who actually turned out to be Lucas.
The second brother was stunned for a moment before reciprocating the kiss that was sloppy from her part. He did not mind as he deepened it and let his hands roamed her body, lifting the criminally short top she made to sleep; together with her skimpy shorts, she was an alluring sight.
The other brothers thought so too as Joseph hummed in appreciation at the sight of her rosy and tussled countenance. Ethan sighed, reminded of the one time he was able to feel that body with his own hands. Felix awkwardly shuffled but was unable to tear his gaze away from the skin that was being uncovered thanks to Lucas' efforts.
However, no matter how interested, the three thought it would be inappropriate if they stayed to witness such intimacy, what with her moaning as Lucas moved his lips towards her neck. They could only leave.
"…Ethan…" Isabelle gasped out, making all four still. What did she mean by that? Lucas was with her; did she not want him anymore? Was it a slip? Or… The answer quickly came. "Need you, too." To her, it was not enough. She wanted to completely empty her mind.
The elder brother let out a sound that was between a moan and a groan and slowly made his way to the bed. For a moment, he was uncertain on what to do as she once again claimed Lucas' lips. His brother, though, generously moved and made space for him. That made Ethan glimpse back at his other brothers, an idea forming in his head.
Hot hands branded her legs, going from her calves up to her thighs, doing a naughty detour to the inner part. Isabelle let out a pleased sigh on Lucas' lips.
"We should all have fun, don't ya think?" Ethan idly commented, parting her legs and raising one to plant a kiss on her ankle.
A low curse sounded in the room when the top was fully lifted by Lucas, liberating her hefty breasts. The second brother did not hesitate to take one nipple into his mouth while cupping the other mound with his hand, a thumb brushing the other hardening nipple.
Isabelle's moan was enough to awaken their hunger. "Yes…" She whimpered her answer, unaware of what he truly meant but agreeing nonetheless.
Anyway, she did not regret her decision when more mouths joined the fun, as Ethan put it; one claiming her lips at an awkward angle while the other latched onto her other nipple.
Meanwhile, Ethan slowly made his way up, his tongue learning all the curves on her leg until it settled on her crotch. A little flick of his tongue over her covered clit had her twitching.
"Wanna take it off?" Ethan's hoarse voice travelled from her intimate part up through her spine, making her eyes widen. She had no chance to reply as her mouth was scavenged by Joseph, their eyes connecting in a half-lidded gaze.
She could also not take off her garments as her hands busy tugging Felix's hair and clinging onto Lucas' arm. The elder brother mercifully helped with the task, slowly sliding the shorts down and throwing them over his shoulder.
The four brothers shared a glance and positioned themselves to witness the great reveal. Isabelle bit her lip under such intense scrutiny and covered her face with her forearm, embarrassed. Seeing her reaction, Ethan grandiosely opened her legs under his brothers' waiting gazes.
It was not the first time they saw the hair-covered flower, the blooming folds and eager hole gaping at them, welcoming. But it somehow left them breathless. Was it the notion of marriage that painted the picture a different color?
"Don't just stare." Isabelle whined once she realized they were taking too long to act, snapping them out of their stupor.
It was like a surging wave. Changing waves. One by one, the brothers took turns into tasting her dripping muff. One more forceful than others, making her cry out in pleasure. Throwing her head back, her hands immediately grasped the hair of the one ravaging her.
It was wild, messy and obscene. In no time, she was moaning out her first orgasm.
The brothers took that moment as she enjoyed her bliss to undress. Despite their previous discussions on what it would feel like for them to be naked around the others in such an intimate situation, they were more preoccupied with Isabelle and their own desire.
Isabelle had no time to wonder if it was over when a tongue started to languidly lap her juices and clit, making her body jolt and her entrance throb. She glinted at her Husbands' nude forms, her mind shortly supplying her with images of what might happen next, before they acted.
Lucas once again kept her mouth occupied with his, shivering when his tongue coaxed hers to join. a drowned moan escaped her when the second brother lifted her arms and held them above her head. A sudden rush of vulnerability and exposure invaded her body.
More so when her stomach was peppered with open-mouthed kisses, a tongue dipping into her navel. The sensation sent a jolt to lower part, her hole clenching over the tongue doing lazy pumps. Joseph groaned at her reaction before moving aside.
Isabelle frowned at the loss, yet was not able to miss the contact as the head of a cock breached her entrance. A debauched groan made its way out of her throat as the cock teased her slit, not going fully in.
"…keep doin' that…" Joseph hoarsely told his elder brother, who merely glanced at him askance. The third brother refrained from explaining what he was about to do; it would kill the mood.
He just pulled the lips to completely uncover the little button and sucked hard on it. Ethan and Isabelle loudly gasped; the first because he felt his brother's breath over his cock, the second because she was overwhelmed by the pleasure the move elicited.
Even the second and fourth brother were amazed by Joseph's daring.
And he was not done.
"Ah!..." Isabelle loudly cried out when Ethan's cock did a sudden full dive before returning to shallow thrusts. All under Joseph's hand guiding his brother's hips.
Soon, her face scrunched up as yet another orgasm started building up. And when it did, she silently opened her mouth, then harshly bit her lips. Her legs coiled around Ethan's hips and pulled him closer.
"Fuck…!" The older Husband growled, trying to hold his own pleasure. Letting out a relieved exhale when she loosened her hold so he could clamp his hand onto his shaft to stop his load.
Isabelle's whole body tingled; alerting her that it could not handle more stimulus. Her Husbands, though, begged to differ.
"…Belle…" A throaty voice called out, getting her attention. She locked gazes with Lucas for a second before she noticed what he was presenting her. A red and weeping head made its way towards her mouth, which she received with no doubt.
"...nn, mfh..." Pliant and unable to move, what with Lucas still holding her arms above her, she let him thrust at a sedate pace.
"… shoul' see yerself… so lewd…" Isabelle hummed, agreeing with Joseph. Not only was she wanton in her desire, she felt used yet loved every second of it. "...C'mon, Felix, fuck those tits." Fingering her clit, Joseph suggested to the youngest, who did nothing but stroke his wood.
Felix hesitated. Isabelle looked as if she could not take any more, what with Lucas stuffing her mouth with his cock, Joseph going from fiddling her clit to suck on and lap it whenever Ethan was not ramming into her; action that made her tits madly bounced.
Felix's nostrils flared at the sight. He shuffled forward and slid his long member beneath one of her breasts, softly pressing on it to keep his cock trapped. Just a few thrusts in and Felix doubled on himself, almost draping over Isabelle as he quickly chased his peak.
His warbled moans joined her whimpers, the squelching sounds of her dripping slit being pounded, the slapping of skin, the slurping sounds as her clit was sucked, and the groaning, the grunting and moaning from his brothers.
"...come for us, Belle… come with us..." Ethan pleaded, almost on the verge of his own completion.
With a keen sound, Felix was the first to succumb to his pleasure, painting her bosom white. Isabelle choked as Lucas' seed shot out down her throat. It made her body tighten to avoid gagging. Her reaction was enough for Ethan to release his essence inside her.
Heavy panting resounded in the room. Isabelle gasped for air once she managed to swallow Lucas' cum, joining their panting. She was buzzing with satisfaction and surmised it was over. She did not count on that last Husband who had not had his release yet.
Uncaring of the mess already inside her, Joseph dragged his erection all the way inside her pussy. He did the same dragging motion as he went out and repeated the whole process in different angles. Isabelle whined, not believing that she could keep going until she let out a keening "There…!"
Instead of evolving into a fast pace, Joseph remained steady, ensuring that the head brushed against the place that made her mewl. He drank in her expressions, basked on her sounds and relished at the sight of his length coming in and out of her puffy and red snatch.
His parched throat let out a strained groan when her cunt strangled his member as she came for the last time; her back formed an exquisite arc, her mouth let out a dissolute sound, her face distorted into the epitome of bliss.
Time seemed to have stopped as she rode her orgasm.
Joseph had been with plenty of women before but none, absolutely none of them, looked as ravished as Isabelle did. It was at that moment that he knew he was ruined. Even his own pitiful orgasm was unable to take him out of his ambition.
Yes, ambition.
At that moment, he desired to wreck her all on his own, discover how many times she could come just for him, for her to show him that same expression, his name on her lips, his seed dribbling out of her, his marks marring her body.
Just his.
One day, for sure. He vowed
That night, though, they had to sleep.
The following day, Isabelle woke up in Ethan's arms. None of the brothers were up yet, their snores still resounding in the room. Although it was dark outside, birds were already merrily chirping and the rooster was crowing. Amidst the early morning sounds, there was the incongruous rumbling of a hungry stomach.
Tired and… occupied as she had been the day before, she did not realize that she had skipped dinner. Her empty stomach reminded her that there was a long day ahead. However, due to their nightly activities, she no longer felt frustrated and stressed over the dress. It was not that she stopped caring about it, she just stopped fretting over her lack of progress.
But first, food.
Not wanting to wake Ethan up, she slowly rolled out of his arms. He sleepily huffed but remained asleep otherwise, belying how tired he also was. Absorbed in her own job, she failed to notice that her Husbands were also working hard. Well, hopefully, with what they did, they could be energized or loosened up to keep on as she was.
After putting on some clean clothes (actually putting them on since she had slept completely in the nude), haphazardly combing her hair and putting shoes on, she made her way out. The chilly air of early morning greeted her, light barely peeking on the horizon. Isabelle took a deep breath, feeling her body fill up with energy.
While doing her morning ablutions, the sun finally showed a smidge of its body in the horizon; enough to lighten up the kitchen and for her to start preparing the ingredients for breakfast. As she groped around, peeking into pots and pans, taking stock on what was available, Lucas entered the kitchen wearing only his pants and shoes.
"Good morning." He greeted, lifting her chin so he could press a kiss.
"Good morning." Isabelle greeted back, returning the kiss and even planting another one on his chest. "Help me with the fire, please." He nodded at her request and put himself to work.
Neither of them talked; the silence not awkward. As breakfast was being made, the rest of the men started stirring and getting up. None mentioned anything of what happened the night before; even after sharing a round or good mornings and kisses. While eating, they spoke about what needed to be done at the plot, some gossips passed around the village, and things they might need in the future.
Isabelle reminded them that money was starting to dwindle; their expenses superseding their earnings. Last time she counted, they had around 180 coins. Out of that amount, 54 coins were for their emergency savings, another 108 coins were for investing (Isabelle still having no idea what to invest in), and 18 coins were for their expenses.
Each amount corresponded to the 30%, 60% and 10% of the total amount of money they had.
It was something she had advocated to the brothers after marrying. No more extra spending without a proper foothold. As such, all earnings would be divided to add to the respective piles. For example, with Ethan's salary being fixed at 20 coins, the division ended up in this way: 6 coins for savings, 12 for investment, 2 coins for expenses. Of course, any tips he got were for him to spend as he wanted.
Likewise, any earnings from Isabelle or any other brother would be divided under the same percentages.
At first, the brothers had showed mild reluctance. The percentage for the expenses was too low, barely leaving them any space to maneuver. But Heather managed to convince them that with time, and a good investment, that 10% was nothing to scoff at. Furthermore, there would come a time when the investment tab would no longer be necessary. So, they would end up with just the emergency and expenses percentage.
At that point, they would have a considerable amount of money.
For the time being, it was best to prioritize to the maximum.
After all, due to the last big purchase of seeds and saplings, the usual staples and other small things here and there, they were down to less than 5 coins. Which, to the brothers, was more than they used to handle before meeting Isabelle, yet it was still less than what they thought they would handle now that they were no longer surviving with mere scraps.
Isabelle threw them a meaningful look.
"So, it is true what they say: it is hard to come down from riches." She breezily commented, earning their sheepish expressions. Still, she was not going to be cruel with them and dangled a carrot. "Although we will tighten our belts for a while, good things will come soon." If her dresses sold well, then they had no need to worry too much about money.
Either way, it was not bad to adopt a frugal lifestyle. Just in case.
With that conversation out of the way, they finished eating. Felix carried the dishes to wash while Ethan and Isabelle got ready to head to town.
"You should use the top with the high collar." Ethan mousily suggested, to which Isabelle turned to look at him with an expression that asked if he was crazy. With Summer making its way in, days were turning hotter and hotter. Wearing a high-collared top was tantamount of wanting to get a heatstroke. "It's just… your neck…"
"What is wrong with my neck?" She raised a hand and patted it, baffled.
"Nothing…" Ethan quickly reassured her, but seeing what he was seeing he no longer had qualms in being honest. "Ye just have the marks from what we did."
Isabelle's eyes widened. Since no one said anything, she assumed there was nothing to show from the previous night's deed. "Is it that visible?"
Ethan approached her and tapped all the places where Lucas had latched on. He had no idea his brother could be that… covetous, domineering. "Yeah…"
Isabelle made a face and sighed. Although she cared little of what others would say about her, it was best to keep a seemingly good impression on her new coworkers. So, with a mournful look, she donned the top with a collar that covered most of her neck. People would look at her weirdly, but they surely would not notice what she was hiding, right?
Right?
"You should buy some powder to hide the marks the guys leave on your neck. The top can only do so much." Mrs. Attile whispered as soon as she arrived at the shop, breaking Isabelle's hopeful thoughts. "I know Husbands can be very effusive on the first days of marriage, but they should know you still have a reputation to uphold." The older woman huffed.
"I will let them know." Isabelle woodenly replied, ignoring Ginna's mocking giggle.
"You too!" Mrs. Attile turned and pointed at Ginna, who startled. "Don't think I have not noticed the teeth mark on the back of your neck!" The younger woman's face terribly flushed and covered her nape. Isabelle could not help the chortle that came out of her mouth. "Seriously, you two. I'm not telling you to stop enjoying yourselves, just don't make it too obvious. We work with people; what would they think when they see the employees are not a serious bunch?"
"Sorry, Mrs. Attile." Ginna immediately lowered her head and apologized.
"Apologies." Isabelle also let her contrition known.
"Accepted. Now, let's get back to work." Mrs. Attile clapped, urging them to move.
The two young women shared a look and tentatively smiled. They could not see eye to eye in many things, but it seemed they were starting to have things in common; even if it was a scolding from their boss.
Without more preambles, the shop opened up for business.