We're a Wonderful Wife - Dr. & Dr. Campbell
Copyright© 2024 by Duleigh
Chapter 17
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 17 - Don returns home a broken man, but with the help of his wife Lanh, he slowly recovers. Now it is Lanh's turn to chase her dreams and they move to Colorado, where she has taken a teaching position. They meet Karole, and she fast becomes Lanh and Kim-ly's new sister. Unfortunately, life takes some bad turns and tests the mettle of their marriage, and are Lanh's angels benevolent or are they hostile?
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Fiction Paranormal Exhibitionism Oral Sex Voyeurism
Lanh, Karole, and Don pulled into the Campbell’s farm in Grant Valley, Minnesota, for Christmas vacation in the late evening. They were planning to arrive earlier, but they stopped at Mount Rushmore for pictures, then at Grand Forks AFB just to show Karole where they used to live, and they ended up having dinner at the Rec Center before heading home. They pull into the farm late but regardless of when they pull into the driveway, home was home.
Karole was overwhelmed with both the cold temperatures and the warm reception. She stared in amazement at the huge farmhouse and said, “Gol dang! It’s a mansion!”
“This is a Minnesota five bedroom farmhouse,” said Don as Ralph and Sandy surrounded Karole and welcomed her happily. Kim-ly appeared from the back, her own baby bump preceding her. She saw Karole and her eyes lit up and with a squeal of joy she rushed into Karole’s arms, “Little sister!” she called, and as their bellies touched Kim-ly’s eyes flew wide open. “He kicked!” she gasped, holding her belly.
“He never kicked before?” asked Karole.
“Not like this!” gasped Kim-ly. “he’s turning somersaults!”
Karole took Kim-ly’s hand and put it on her stomach. “Krissy wants to play too,” and Kim-ly smiled as she felt Karole’s baby churning away. The two first-time mothers separated by a decade in age and by two months in delivery dates were united in the miracles growing in their wombs.
Finally, Kim-ly broke the spell and said, “Come see Sandy’s house,” and she led Karole around the house that’s been her residence since Don left for basic training.
“This house is beautiful!” gasped Karole, as they gave her a tour of the house. Sandy had outdone herself with the Christmas decorations, knowing that Lanh and Don would be home for the holidays this year and how important the Christmas holiday was to them. Karole actually gasped when she saw the table setting in the big dining room. “It’s like a magazine cover!” The table had been set in its holiday finest gayly displaying the dishware, the silver, the glasses all holiday themed, the garlands and decorations were tasteful and luxurious. Electric candles expertly mimicked their open flame cousins, adding beauty and elegance to the table setting.
“I want to show you what Don gave me for a wedding present,” said Lanh as she moved over to the French doors. “When I first saw this house, this room was an old bunkhouse for the farm hands a hundred years ago when the house was built, these guys were just using it for a storeroom.”
“Well yeah,” said Don, “the attic and basement stairs are steep. It’s hard to carry boxes up and down stairs.”
“These doors were just painted plywood when I first saw this house,” said Lanh as she slowly opened the doors, “it’s where Don and I would hide and smooch, it was an empty room with a nasty shower and a broken toilet back in the corner. But Don made a home for us...” and she threw the doors wide open. Karole was impressed by the sitting room before her, a cheery fire in the fireplace, a gayly decorated artificial Christmas tree, candles and garland, pine boughs on the mantle, stockings hung by the fire. The smell of a sweet birch fire and the scent of evergreen boughs filled the room. It was like being in a cozy country cabin for Christmas.
“Oh, there they were! I didn’t see them in the living room, I was afraid that dad threw them out!” Don happily ran his hands over the matched pair of Scotch plaid wingback chairs sitting before the fire. Such stern looking chairs were in reality so warm and comfortable, a perfect foil to a Minnesota winter. Don eased down into a chair and pulled Lanh into his lap.
“Hey, you guys, we have company,” warned Kim-ly.
“We’re just being nostalgic,” said Don with a dismissive wave. Lanh lay her head on his shoulder and snuggled up close as Don tapped a remote control, and the sound of a well-played acoustic guitar filled the room with holiday cheer.
“This is so cute!” gushed Karole. “And look at that floor ... it ain’t laminate, is this real hardwood?”
“Yes, it’s the original floor. Don sanded it down, stained it, then gave it several good coats of sealer,” said Kim-ly proudly. “This place was a wreck, and he did it all in five months.”
“All by himself?”
“At first, then his dad started helping, then my brothers Bao and Huy pitched in, then Tam and I started helping,” smiled Kim-ly remembering the last night fighting those French Doors into place, then covering them with paper and ribbon to make them look like a gift for Lanh to open on her wedding day. “This was the bridal suite,” said Kim-ly, and she opened up a photo album of Don and Lanh’s wedding. “We had a whole seamstress station here with racks of áo dàis and gowns, a chocolate fountain there, espresso machine there, mom and Sandy on their sewing machines over there where my desk is...”
“Wow, a professional production!” said Karole.
“No, it was a bunch of friends who got together and decided to help our friends realize a dream.” Kim-ly put her hand on her stomach and felt her little boy snuggle in for the night. “I just wish their biggest dream had come true...” she said wistfully. Then cheering, she said, “Come on, you have to see this bathroom...”
She led Karole into the bedroom, “Where they really virgins when they got married?” asked Karole.
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