"Mmm... good morning to you too," she purred, arching back into his touch without missing a beat on the omelette.
Sophie turned at the sound, a bright smile lighting up her face. "You’re awake. How was your sleep, Stan?"
"It was perfect," he said honestly, stepping between them and wrapping an arm around Sophie’s waist too. "Best sleep I’ve had in years. Waking up to this smell and the two of you... I’m the luckiest man alive."
Sophie’s eyes softened with love. She picked up a fork, cut a small, perfect bite of the golden omelette Maya had just finished, and blew on it gently before bringing it to his lips.
"Here. Tell me what you think."
Stan opened his mouth and let her feed him. The flavors exploded on his tongue, buttery, herby, perfectly seasoned. He chewed slowly, savoring it, then swallowed with a satisfied hum.
"It’s really good, my love. Like... restaurant quality. You two are spoiling me again."
Sophie watched him with open affection, biting her lower lip as he praised her. When he finished the bite, she leaned in and kissed him, slow, sweet, and lingering, tasting the food on his tongue. Her free hand rested on his bare chest, fingers tracing lazy patterns.
Before Stan could even pull back fully, Maya turned from the stove, eyes sparkling with playful jealousy. She set the spatula down, cupped his face with both hands, and kissed him too, deeper, hungrier, her tongue sliding against his for a moment before she nipped his bottom lip.
"Mmm. My turn," she murmured against his mouth. "Can’t let Sophie have all the morning kisses."
Stan laughed warmly, pulling both women closer so they were pressed against his sides. "Easy, you two. I’ve got plenty of kisses for both of you."
Sophie and Maya exchanged a look over his chest, not jealous in a bad way, but competitive in that cute, loving way that made his heart swell. Then Sophie giggled and gently pushed Maya’s shoulder.
"Okay, okay. Back to the stove before we burn the next batch. We promised each other we’d focus on feeding our man properly this morning."
Maya nodded, though she stole one more quick kiss from Stan’s jaw. "Fine. But only because the food really is important." She winked at him. "We need you strong for later."
They worked together seamlessly after that, Maya finishing the omelettes while Sophie plated fresh fruit, poured glasses of juice, and added slices of toasted bread.
The kitchen filled with easy conversation and laughter.
Stan leaned against the counter, watching them, occasionally stealing a taste from the pan or brushing a hand over a hip or ass when he passed.
They kept the touches light but constant, a hand on his arm, a kiss to his shoulder, soft words about how handsome he looked first thing in the morning, how they loved seeing him relaxed like this.
When everything was ready, Maya turned with a bright smile. "Food’s ready, baby. Come on."
They carried the plates together into the spacious sitting room. Stan settled in the center of the long, plush sofa.
Without hesitation, Sophie climbed onto his right thigh, facing slightly toward him, while Maya took his left.
Both women were warm and soft, their weight settling comfortably on his lap. Sophie’s robe slipped further open as she got settled, and Maya’s nightgown rode high on her thighs.
Stan’s arms went around their waists instinctively, pulling them close so their sides pressed against his chest.
They ate like that, intimate, unhurried, domestic in the most loving way.
Sophie cut small bites of omelette and fed them to him between her own bites, watching his face with open adoration every time he chewed. "Tell me if you want more herbs next time. Or if it’s too cheesy."
"It’s perfect just like this," Stan said, then leaned over and kissed the corner of her mouth. "You’re perfect."
Maya wasn’t about to be outdone. She speared a piece of fresh mango and held it to his lips, then followed it with a bite of her own omelette. "Open up, handsome. You need your strength after last night."
Her free hand rested on his thigh, fingers tracing slow circles dangerously close to where his cock was already stirring again beneath his boxers.
Stan accepted the fruit, chewed, and swallowed with a grin. "You two are going to make me spoiled rotten."
"That’s the plan," Maya said, leaning in to kiss his neck.
Sophie fed him another bite, then took one for herself while nestled against him. "We talked while you were sleeping this morning... about how good it felt to take care of you like this. Not just the sex, though that was incredible, but the feeding, the spoiling, the quiet moments. We want more mornings like this."
Maya nodded, offering him a sip of juice from her glass before drinking from it herself. "And nights. We’re not going anywhere, Stan. You’re stuck with both of us now."
Stan’s heart felt like it might burst. He tightened his arms around them, one hand sliding up to cup Sophie’s breast gently through her robe while the other squeezed Maya’s thigh. "I wouldn’t have it any other way. I love you both so damn much. Last night... this morning... it’s more than I ever thought I’d have."
They continued like that for a long while, trading bites, kisses, and soft words.
Sometimes Maya would steal a kiss from Stan while Sophie was chewing.
The jealousy from earlier had melted into something warmer, a shared, playful devotion that made every touch and every word feel charged with affection.
By the time the plates were mostly empty, Stan was full in every sense of the word, stomach satisfied, heart overflowing, body relaxed and already thinking about pulling them back to bed.
Sophie rested her head on his shoulder with a contented sigh. "Best breakfast ever."
Maya hummed in agreement, nuzzling into his other side. "And it’s only the beginning of the day."
Stan kissed the tops of both their heads, breathing them in.
"Yeah," he murmured. "It really is."