Chapter 98

I think I am really considering in becoming a full-time housewife. 

Five days! I have been working on the dress' skirt for five days and I have not finished it!

The image in my head of how the dress had to look, was flying away with each day that passed and I could not resolve how to make the skirt look even more voluminous. 

"I think it looks perfect." Ginna dreamily commented.

Her praise was more surprising than the thought that I would not be able to make the dress according to the design. Though, I did not have to be that surprised as I have been working in the store from morning to night these five days.

Five days ago, I arrived at Mrs. Attile's store with all the spirits of the world. I was even more pumped after seeing the bolts of fabric to make the dresses. I even marveled at the feeling of the fabrics that I actually knew only by name and use and not by sight.

Though, that might be because of my memory loss.

Either way, under the heavy expectations of Mrs. Attile, the hidden hopes of wanting to see a failure from Ginna – it was obvious from her expression – and the curious gazes of the passersby that stayed for moments to observe the process, I began with what I dubbed as the bell dress due to the shape of the skirt.

With the sister-in-law's measures Mrs. Attile got from her cousin, I began the uphill battle to make the dress.

To give the bell shape, I used Taffeta as the first layer. Working with Taffeta was hard – pun not intended – since I had to cut cone-like strips of fabric to give a lot of volume. Seeing it done, I had a good feeling about it.

However, the problems came with the Dupioni and Shantung fabrics. Dupioni was supposed to add to the volume. However, it was very hard to sew into the hard Taffeta. And, instead of giving volume, it added weight, lowering the already puffed effect.

Shantung added even more weight and the bell shape was half lost. Since these three fabrics were the base for the shape, I spent five days trying to keep it and failing. Mrs. Attile still was very optimistic about it. And, Ginna, once she got used to my presence, even helped with the cutting.

"It still does not match what I have in mind, so let us hope that we can resolve it with the last three fabrics." I sighed. It was already night, my tired eyes felt extremely dry and the fatigue was quickly catching up. I knew I was going to fall asleep on the way back.

The door opened to show Ethan's figure. "Let's go home." He told me. 

"Yeah..." I put the needles and threads away, and then helped Ginna clean up a bit. 

Mrs Attile had already left; once the store closed. Ginna and I stayed to keep working on the dress. I had to wait for Ethan to take me home, anyway, so I did not mind. Ginna stayed because she had to lock down the store.

"How was it? Made some progress?" Ethan asked, driving the cart while I laid down at the back. My thoughtful husbands, having realized that I would be using the cart every day, decided to put some thick sheets to cushion it and let me comfortably lay down.

"Mhm. Just a bit though." I tiredly replied. The rocking of the cart lulled me the way back. The last thing I remembered before succumbing to sleep was Ethan encouraging me.

"...Belle..." I hummed at the person calling my name. "Want to bath or just clean up?" 

"Bath..." I murmured.

"Wait a bit, then." The voice said. It sounded so far away, my mind not even trying to identify whose it was. Actually, my mind was completely off for the day, not wanting to work anymore. So, I only ran by instinct.

I obeyed whenever I was told to do something: undress, get in the tub, use the rag to rub off the sweat, lean back to wash your hair, get out, stay put to dry you off. 

The whole bathing process was like a dream. Maybe I did dream it all. I was sure I actually laid on the bed and dreamed what happened next.

"...so beautiful..."

"...precious Wife..."

"...just enjoy..."

"...Belle..."

I felt lips claiming my mine in a slow kiss, as if preparing. At the same time, yet another mouth started sucking and nipping my neck. I shivered when a tongue started drawing shapes on my stomach. Where did my clothes go?

"Mm..." I moaned when fingers started playing with my folds. I squirmed at the many sensations invading me, heating me up.

"… can't wait that much longer, Isabelle..." Someone whispered.

I gasped when two different mouths latched on my nipples, licking and sucking them. One of them even bit on it. My hips buckled when the fingers switched to a mouth. 

"...nn, yes..." I grabbed the heads sucking my nipples, not allowing them to move while my legs opened wide to let the person do their magic in my pussy.

"… should see yourself… so lewd…" The voice kept whispering. I did not know about myself, yet the sounds were indeed lewd, plus the moans and grunts. It was a very obscene symphony. "...why don't you suck, too?..."

The sole thought of sucking a cock made me even wetter. "...mgh..." I was disappointed, though, when two fingers made their way into my mouth.

"...imagine it's my cock, Belle… suck hard on them..." I obeyed and my licking and sucking joined the other sounds. "...want to be fucked, Belle?"

My nostrils flared, my whole body twitched in need, the tongue doing its best to penetrate me was not enough. I wanted a cock. I wanted a hot, hard cock inside me. I wanted it so badly.

"...what say you? Want it in?..." The fingers abandoned my mouth, and I gasped for breath. The sensations intensified. The grunts grew louder.

"...yes..." I moaned. My body looked for more friction that was miserably given by several hands. "… put it in… please...mm… please… ah!" the sudden insertion of two fingers to help me reach my peak made me cry out and whimper in pleasure.

"...come for us, Belle… come with us..." I did. Letting out a stilted moan, I came. 

The mouths and hands left my twitching body, heavy panting surrounded me, and then I felt it, felt them. Shots of hot cum stained my body; my face, my breasts, my stomach, my hips and pubic hair.

For a moment, I thought I could see the blurry and obscured silhouettes of my husbands hovering above me, panting. Then, I woke up.

I was comfortably laying on the bed, in Ethan's arms. None of the brothers had woken up, their snores still resounding in the room. It was still dark outside, but birds were already chirping and the rooster was crowing far away.

I was woken up by my grumbling stomach. I was so tired the day before that I even skipped dinner. My stomach was reminding me that I still had a long day ahead, so I needed to fill it with food. 

I slowly got out of Ethan's arms, who only rolled to the other side. He must also have been tired. I changed to clean clothes, haphazardly combed my hair, put my shoes on, and made my way out. The chilly air greeted me and filled me with energy.

I slept really well. Or it might have been the naughty dream I had. The needy dream… I really needed to consummate the marriage with any brother. I had to make dreams come true.

After doing the morning ablutions with the meager light of the rising sun, I headed to the kitchen to start preparing the ingredients for breakfast. Perhaps while I did so, one of the brothers woke up to help me with the fire.

Lo and behold, Lucas entered the kitchen wearing only his pants and shoes. I could not help ogling his muscled torso. 

"Good morning." He greeted, lifting my chin so he could press a kiss.

"Good morning." I greeted back, returning the kiss and even planting another one on his chest. "Help me with the fire, please." He nodded.

When the rest of my husbands were up and about, breakfast was already cooked. We shared a round or good mornings and kisses before we dug in. After eating, Felix carried the dishes to wash while Ethan and I got ready to head to town. 

"You should use the top with the high collar… Today's morning is a bit cold." Ethan suggested. I did notice the weather was chillier than in previous days. With Spring half way in, I would not be surprised if a sudden rain shower came, so I listened to him and wore the high-collared top.

Felix was going to wash the clothes that day.

Lucas was going to hunt to sell game.

Joseph was going to water the patch.

Ethan and I drove the cart to town. The colt looked livelier thanks to the hay he ate at the stables. I did make sure he ate the best hay even if it cost more to keep it there.

All in all, it was yet another normal day in our Wife and Husbands relationship. Until…

"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 she got the store ready to open.

"Huh?" I blinked at her, confused.

"I know Husbands can be very effusive on the first days of marriage, but they should know you still have a reputation to uphold." She huffed, tapping my neck.

...No way… That place… It was from last night's… It was not a dream.