Irhaboggle AN: My friend, Hellis_Just_Aplace wrote this fic.
The rice had already finished steaming. In a large pan, Kaede Akamatsu poured dashi, and mixed in sugar, sake, soy sauce, and mirin. Once it began to boil, and she added a sliced onion, cooked it for a minute, then added chopped chicken thighs. While she waited on the meat, she beat some eggs in a bowl. Once the chicken was thoroughly cooked, she poured the egg batter over the chicken and onion, then covered the pan with a lid for 90 seconds. Her mouth watered as she prepared 6 bowls of rice. She slid chicken, onion, egg, and sauce over each bowl, and topped them all off with green onions. Her oyakodon was perfect.
On the second oven, Makoto Naegi was preparing miso soup for everyone. He brought a pot of water and kombu to a boil, then added katsuobushi. After straining the dashi, he mixed in sliced tofu and prepped wakame. He let it simmer for 1 minute, then took the pot off the burner and stirred in a mixture of red and white miso paste. After topping it off with scallions, he ladled the soup into 6 bowls.
None of this would have been possible if his family had only one oven. He and Kaede would constantly be in each other's way as they were preparing tonight's dinner. Two ovens ensured much less chaos. Makoto could focus on dessert and miso soup on one, while Kaede could prepare tonight's donburi main course on the other. To round out this four-course meal, she also had several bags of pickled vegetables marinating in the fridge. Any truly devoted-to-wellness Japanese family needed plenty of tsukemono in their diet.
The oven beeped. Makoto's wagashi was ready. He pulled it from the oven and set it on the chopping board to cool. Kasutera, he'd decided, just because. His spouses hadn't requested any dessert, but this was sure to please them after a long and stressful day of work.
"Aw, Jeepers," Kaede pouted, hands clutching her blue apron. "Between soup and dessert, you definitely had to do more of the cooking today, Makoto-chan."
Makoto chuckled, one hand rubbing his head and his maid's headband. "It's no trouble at all, Kaede-chan. You made dessert for us last week." They kissed, his lip gloss mixing with her lipstick.
"We really are blessed with your Ultimate Luck, to have four hardworking wives and husbands going out into the real world and managing such dangerous and important responsibilities, all so that we have a roof over our heads," Kaede gushed.
Makoto agreed. "They're the most swell spouses we could ask for, and I now know my proper place is in the home, doing my best to make their livelihoods easier. Cooking, cleaning, gardening, we don't really have to know much more than that, thanks to the four of them."
That was as far as Makoto and Kaede could keep it up, before they burst into laughter. They loved their four working spouses, and what the quartet did for the pair, but neither of them actually believed anything they were saying about being simple-minded Stepford wives. But Kaede, never one to shy away from silly, harmless fun, had a taste of sorts for roleplay.
Lately, she enjoyed pretending she was in some idealized Stepford housewife role. It was an amusing escape from her dual duties as a rising piano tutor/performer and a volunteer at Maki's daycare. She liked to indulge in the fantasy of temporarily relinquishing all responsibility and letting her cute partners share the role of head of household. All she'd have to do was make sure they came home to a nice house and a soothing meal. She'd throw herself at them when they got home, showering them with affection, and her heart would sing at how happy she'd make them.
She also took to this role to encourage Makoto to play along with her. No matter what, he was always going to have some lingering feelings of insecurity due to not having a well-paying career based on his talent. By making his daily life into more of a roleplaying game and an acting performance, she could at least help him have more fun, if not give his work a greater sense of purpose.
He'd been unsure and awkward about it at first, but Kaede's enthusiasm was always contagious, and once he saw that it was all in the spirit of being playful, he felt safe enough with her to run with it. Today, she was beaming with pride at how he'd made his custom maid's dress a part of him. His uniform was dark olive green, just like his beloved hoodie. The shoulders poofed out, as did his wrist cuffs and his fully petticoated skirt. He wore a white maid's headband, though it didn't obstruct his ahoge. And to top it all off, he wore an apron over his dress that read "Male Wife, House Husband". It was lavender, like his beloved Kyoko's hair. Just thinking of her made him sigh happily, imagining himself in the arms of his dominant wife.
Not to be outdone, Kaede also dressed up to help with her character. However, since she already normally wore a skirt, Makoto encouraged her to try jeans and a hoodie. She also wore an apron, except hers read "Kiss the Cook!" and was blue, for her darling Shuichi. A reversal of gender norms, of sorts. Makoto liked having Kaede "wear the pants" in their relationship as fellow housewives, and Kaede wanted to fulfill his request. By wearing what he wanted in turn, both of them were being a little submissive to each other, and were thus equals.
The sound of keys unlocking a screen door and the front door echoed into the kitchen, and Makoto squealed.
"Oh gosh Kaede-chan, they're home!" Kaede laughed and stayed behind to prepare drinks for everyone while he skipped merrily to the entrance. The front door opened, and there was one of his swell husbands, Shuichi Saihara. Makoto leapt into his arms, and cooed, "Welcome home, oh man-o-mine. You're just in time for dinner."
Shuichi had seen Makoto do this before, but he could never get used to it. He turned bright red, and stammered, "Oh h-hi, Makoto. You've already m-made dinner? Thanks, you're too kind."
Makoto responded by pressing his cheek against Shuichi's. "Anything for my man. It's the least I can do for you after your long, stressful day."
This only flustered Shuichi more. "It w-wasn't that difficult, really. You're the one who deserves my gratitude for how hard you work."
"All right, all right, you two bottoms are gonna go back and forth all night if this keeps up." That was the strong, dominant voice of Kaito Momota, Makoto's other darling husband. "Here Shuichi, watch and learn. I'll show you how it's done." He then scooped Makoto up into his arms and said huskily, "Hi honey, I'm home. Did you miss me?"
Makoto sighed happily and rested his head on Kaito's shoulder. "Golly, I thought about you every minute, my big strong Superman."
Kaito gave an exaggerated chuckle. "Ho ho ho! Well I missed you too, babe. After a long day, I'm definitely looking forward to tonight." The two of them laughed and shared Eskimo kisses before Kaito looked at Shuichi. "Now that's how you sweep a male housewife off his feet, partner."
While that was happening, Kaede approached her two dominant, kuudere work wives, Kyoko Kirigiri and Maki Harukawa, with drinks for them both. "Hello, my dears. I'm so glad you're home. You must be so exhausted from an entire day of having to be the best and smartest women in the room at all times. Now it's time for you to relax, and let me take care of you."
Kyoko chuckled and took a sip. "Careful, Kaede-chan. Women like us could get used to being pampered and doted on like this. Don't you think so, Maki?"
Maki was the only one of them who wasn't having any of this domestic Stepford banter. She groaned. "Why are you encouraging her?"
Kyoko smirked. "Because it's fun. Also, a part of me does like having Kaede be our devoted housewife. Imagine if she were like this all the time. She'd listen to you a lot more often, right?"
Maki had to admit, a more submissive Kaede would mean Maki wouldn't feel the urge to ask "do you wanna die" so often. She tried not to laugh, but couldn't stop herself from giving a snort. She looked at Kaede.
"You're such a busybody." She didn't refuse the offer of a drink, though. "But yes, I really appreciate everything you do for us, Kaede."
Kaede pouted. "Aw jeepers, no 'Kaede-chan'?"
Maki huffed. "You keep using corny 1950s slang like that and it'll definitely never happen."
After that playful exchange, Makoto led everyone to the dinner table. He poured tea for everyone while Kaede started playing Zen Garden by Kokin Gumi on her Bluetooth speaker. Everyone had a bowl of oyakodon, a bowl of miso soup, a small plate of tsukemono, and would later enjoy a serving of kasutera for dessert. It was a four-course meal fit for another wonderful evening in Japan. They joined hands, and said a prayer thanking Kami-sama for their union, before enjoying another dinner together.
Afterwards, they separated to work on four separate matters. Makoto cleaned up the dining room and kitchen, Kaede practiced the piano, Maki alternated between target practice, combat training, and planning activities for her next Daycare shift, and Kaito helped Shuichi and Kyoko prepare for going to court. Before going to bed, the six of them gathered again for their nightly workout. A combination of cardio and core routines, and sparring.
They always slept in threesomes, and tonight they decided it would be the boys together and the girls together. Makoto tucked into bed with Shuichi and Kaito holding him from both sides. They were all wearing boxer briefs and nothing else, and Makoto loved the feeling of his husbands' sculpted bodies sandwiching his own.
"I feel so safe in the arms of my strong, dominant husbands," Makoto whispered.
Kaito chuckled. "Hear that, Shuichi? Our domestic hubby loves it when we take charge for him. Well don't you worry sweetie, I'll always protect you." He cradled Makoto and shifted his body, rubbing his chest hair on Makoto's back, making Makoto purr. Makoto loved Kaito's charming playboy persona, and his physical inferiority to Kaito made him want Kaito all the more.
Shuichi also laughed. "I'll do my best too, but I think we're equally strong, Makoto-chan. My job doesn't make me more brilliant than you are."
"Oh, honey," Makoto whimpered, and pulled Shuichi in for a kiss, loving the feeling of their chest and abs pressed together. Makoto knew Shuichi was better suited to being submissive like himself, but he still admired Shuichi's profession and expertise, and could never resist putting him on a pedestal.
In the other room Kaede had changed into a juvenile white bra and panties with pink hearts, to contrast Kyoko's black lingerie with stockings and a garter belt. Kaede's sleepwear screamed "submissive innocent girl" while Kyoko's was all "dominant femme fatale". Meanwhile, Maki continued to not give a hoot about roleplay, opting for a red sports bra and panties and a large red t-shirt that went down to her mid thighs. They got into bed with Kaede in the middle, and she couldn't help putting her arms around her strong independent wives.
She traced her fingers along Kyoko's beautiful skin. "Hmph. Our housewife is as needy as ever. Just how I like her. Go ahead then, make me feel good, Kaede-chan," said Kyoko hungrily, snaking her own arms around Kaede's hips.
Kaede hummed. "That's right, I'm a good housewife who loves her work wives and her home. And I also love to obey your commands, Kyoko-chan." They laughed, then kissed, and Kyoko moaned as Kaede massaged her back and side. Thank Kami-sama for Kyoko. She's always willing to indulge me, even though we both know this is beneath her.
Not wanting to leave her other queen out, Kaede's other arm reached for the bottom of Maki's shirt, wanting to go up under it and touch her wonderful skin too.
Maki sighed. "Really? Kyoko's not enough for you?"
"Of course not, Maki-chan," Kaede looked at her with sad puppy dog eyes. "I belong to you too. And it's a housewife's job to spoil her domme, isn't it?"
Maki rolled her eyes, then lifted her shirt to give Kaede's eyes and hand complete access to her cute navel. "Fine. Enjoy." She then wrapped her arms around Kaede's neck and closed her eyes.
Kaede felt so happy. I'm glad you like and want this too, Maki-chan, even if your pride will not let you show it. She relaxed and began to drift off, each of her hands slowly rubbing her wives' toned stomachs.
And so the six of them fell asleep, all looking forward to another day of this perfect polyamory.
Hellis_Just_Aplace AN: This story was heavily inspired by smokeysis's Stepford fanfics, except this has no dark elements to it, just domestic fluff. Also, I wanted to see if I could put a Japanese spin on the Stepford household.