I don't know what it is about cooking eggs. If I try to cook sunny-side up, the yolks break. If I try to cook a simple fried egg, it disintegrates when I try to flip it. I can't even seem to fold and flip an omelet without making a mess. I'm pretty good at a lot of skills in life, but when it comes to eggs, all I can do is scramble them. If someone wants anything better than that, they better take over the cooking.
Of course, I only mention the eggs because the warm body in the bed with me woke with a start, and she instantly asked, "Did you forget to set your alarm? You're on for breakfast."
Right on cue, my alarm went off. I had to gently stretch over the top of her body to silence it. She gave me a playful smile as we both tried to shake off our sleep.
"Good morning, Sweetness," I offered. With a gentle kiss on her cheek, I added, "Thank you, as always, for the unexpected pleasure of waking with you beside me."
She offered a gentle smile.
"Always so formal," she teased. "I've told you many times that it is my pleasure as well."
I couldn't stop myself from giving her a lustful smile as my eyes caressed her body. She was as beautiful as ever, and she smiled as she flexed into a pose for me. Her nipples hardened and small droplets formed on their tips.
"Don't even think it," she teased with a laugh. She quickly moved to her knees and covered her breasts with her hands. "You should be sleeping in to gather strength for your party," she admonished, and then added, "You know the penalty for being late for a chore."
"I wrote the rules, and I am the one that assigns and enforces the penalties," I laughed. "I'm pretty sure my allowance won't get docked." As I argued my case, I caressed her body and slid my hand up toward her swollen breast. She playfully blocked me, and then pushed me out of the bed.
"You got away with more than you should have last night," she chastised. "Besides," she added, "these breasts are reserved for their natural intended purpose this morning. Go make breakfast for the rest of us!"
"Come shower with me!" I teased and begged. We both knew I would try to get away with more in the shower.
"And face everybody else's scorn when you tap out later?" she rejoined. "Go!"
I went, with a smile that matched hers. If I didn't know better, I would almost think that she liked me.
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Giselle was waiting for me in the kitchen, although she had already started making food. I really liked Giselle because she always kept things real. She was here for the money, and nothing more, and just seeing her reminded me that the same thing was true of the other women as well.
Looking at all of the ingredients she had prepared, I said, "Hey, I was just going to make scrambled eggs."
"I know," she answered with a playful scowl. "That's why I got up to help you." Her tone changed as she teased, "Laura didn't let you take liberties last night, did she? Today's the big day, you know!"
I couldn't help but to smirk as I shook my head. Giselle smirked back, and she almost winked at me as she turned back to the prep work in front of her. Meals for ten adults, four nannies and nine toddlers take a lot of work, so I quickly moved to help her.
As my hands got to work, my mind wandered. I liked that Giselle would smile and wink at me as if she liked me, but the one thing I could count on was that she was in it for the money, and it was finally the big day.
Whoever said that money can't buy love was probably right, but it can sure buy a lot of things to make a guy happy. I was pretty depressed with my life before I won the lottery. My wife had left me and I never see our kids. I was in a dead-end job that I hated.
When I won, somebody asked me what my biggest dream was, my biggest fantasy, because I had the money to make it come true. I never answered them, but I took their message to heart.
First came the house. Then came the women, but at the same time came the contracts. The contracts clearly defined what was expected, and what the women would get in return. The entire plan was timed to come together on this day, my fortieth birthday.
One of the few arguments I had with the women was about chores. I certainly had enough money to hire a large household staff, but I felt we would be more tightly knit as a group if we did most of the chores ourselves, myself included. In the end, I settled for a cleaning crew every other week, but all of the household chores are assigned on a rotating schedule.
My plan worked well, so I didn't mind at all that I had to help make and serve breakfast.
Giselle broke me out of my reverie.
"Hey Eggman," she teased, "How many eggs do you want?"
"A nice three egg omelet sounds good," I answered.
She answered with a teasing smile and a head shake.
"Hey Tonya," she called toward the pantry, "can you give me a hand here?"
Tonya was already putting supplies away and getting ready to clean up the kitchen. She had a knowing smile on her face as she joined us.
"Sure, Chef-Lady," she answered. "What can I do to help?"
Giselle produced two juice glasses and a measuring cup.
"I need about a quarter cup," she offered as she gave me a challenging smile and whipped out one of her swollen breasts. I tightly gripped the counter to keep from lunging at her as she started to express milk into one of the glasses.
"Sure thing, Chef-Lady," Tonya purred. I gaped as she pulled her breast out. Her milk came out in streams as she worked her own flesh. My eyes flashed back and forth, following the squirting sounds as they filled the cups.
Quicker than I would have thought possible, they poured the liquid into the measuring cup. Giselle gave me a teasing look as she poured most of it into a bowl with some eggs. She quickly started to whisk the mixture together for scrambled eggs.
"What about the extra?" Tonya asked with a teasing look at me. "We don't want to waste it."
"No, we don't," Giselle answered as she poured the egg and milk mixture into the frying pan.
She quickly tossed back the remaining milk and then just as quickly kissed Tonya. The kiss was sloppy as they shared the flavors.
"So good," Tonya teased.
"To think that we used to think he was a pervert for wanting that," Giselle added. They kissed again.
For a moment, I wondered who would object if I bent Giselle over the counter and fucked her while I ate the eggs she made for me. I was rock hard, and none of the others would blame me. This was part of the game, and I forced myself to maintain control.
I reminded myself that Giselle was in it for the money. They were all in it for the money. If I could survive until the party I had planned, I was going to get my money's worth. Giselle and Tonya were smiling as they turned to me. If they enjoyed the game, that was all the better.
For the record, the eggs were phenomenal.
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Party or no, my day had a schedule. Breakfast was followed by a meeting that had cropped up. After that was playtime with the kids, and yoga for the women. I had an early, light lunch, and about one in the afternoon, I headed out for a several mile jog.
As I returned home, I should have known something was up. I saw one of the nannies sitting out sunning alone on the patio by the house. She got up and went inside as soon as she saw me.
The house was empty and quiet. That wasn't unusual because it was the kids' nap time. I would have expected to see some of the women lounging or reading. I didn't see anyone as I made my way up to the third floor and back to my rooms.
Laura was waiting in my bedroom, wearing only a towel.
"Come on, Stud, it's time for us to shower together," she offered. The towel hit the floor, as did my jaw as I spied her pert nipples. Instead of turning into my private bath that was behind her, she pushed past me to cross into the larger bathing room in the hall. I quickly got naked and followed her.
I started to frown when I heard the soft sound of water spraying from multiple shower heads. The sound of the spray barely covered the sound of several teasing voices. I stopped short at the shower door, and the smile on my face grew almost as fast as my cock did.
All nine women were in the shower with spray coming from several nozzles. Giselle, Tonya and Carol were sitting on one of the wall benches, teasing and checking out each others' tan lines. Becky and Julie, and Mary and Beka were paired up under separate shower heads, with each pair touching and helping each other rinse away soap. Kathy was standing nervously by a sturdy looking shower chair.
"Cool your jets, Loverboy," Laura purred as she pulled me under the closest running stream of water. "Rinse off quickly, and then we need to talk."
I could barely drag my eyes away from the other women. As Laura spoke, they all turned to smile at me, and with lustful eyes, they all lifted their milk-filled breasts to display them for me.
"I'm not sure this is a good time for talking," I objected. "I thought the plan was to start this later tonight."
"We started a pool on how long you would last," she laughed as she pulled me out of the running stream. She pushed me over to sit on the chair as she added, "Since none of us wants to miss out, we've planned several sessions around nap times and dinner."
"I guess that would fulfill the contract," I teased.
She seemed pleased with my words. "Speaking of the contract..." she offered as she straddled my legs and sat on my lap. The other women all moved towards us, but I was singularly focused on Laura.
"Don't forget the condom," I worried as she thrust her heated lower lips against my shaft. She ignored my warning and her smile got even wider. I had no idea why she was teasing me like that. We certainly didn't want any unplanned pregnancies! Although the contract wasn't specific on this point, none of the women were using contraceptives because all of them were still breast feeding.
Laura had to have known what I was thinking, but her smile never wavered.
"I want a new contract," she declared.
"We are not negotiating like this," I argued, glancing at our naked and aroused bodies.
"Two little changes," she teased. At the same time, she lifted her breasts and gave them a squeeze. Milk dribbled out to fall between our bodies.
The last vestiges of thought fled from my brain as I leaned forward to stop her from wasting more. Two pairs of hands caught my head from behind and pulled me back in the chair. Laura felt my body react to the feel of the other two women's breasts against my back, and her smile returned.