We're a Wonderful Wife - Dr. & Dr. Campbell
Copyright© 2024 by Duleigh
Chapter 18
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 18 - 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
For the first time in her adult life, Karole woke up in the arms of someone she did not have sex with. They sat up for a long time talking about their childhoods and their plans for their kids until they drifted off to sleep. When Karole woke, it was pitch black in the room. She felt well rested, but it was so dark, and she couldn’t find her watch to check the time. Her movements woke Kim-ly, who won the race to the bathroom.
They crept down the stairs in their bathrobes, trying to keep quiet, letting Ralph and Sandy sleep, but when they were down the stairs, they found the kitchen flooded with light. “Good morning sleepyheads!” called Sandy. Karole and Kim-ly found Sandy, Ralph, Don and Lanh gathered around the kitchen table finishing up breakfast. Don got up and started preparing breakfast for the two late risers.
“You guys must have been pretty tired to sleep in so long,” said a smiling Lanh as she brought Kim-ly and Karole glasses of fresh milk.
“Wha? It’s pitch black outside! It can’t be...” Karole looked up at the kitchen clock, which showed a time of 7:45. “Ah coulda swore it were four thirty,” she said, blushing with embarrassment.
“Welcome to the great white north,” said Don as he set another pot of coffee to brew.
“And you didn’t say anything?” Sandy scolded Kim-ly.
“I thought she wanted to sleep late,” Kim-ly shrugged as she sipped her milk.
Ralph leaned over and patted Karole’s hand. “Up north here the sun rises late and sets early in the winter.”
“The sun sets at four thirty tonight,” nodded Sandy.
“Oh, my Gawd!” gasped Karole. “Y’all just like Eskimos! The night is six months long!”
“We get more use out of our Christmas lights!” said Don from the kitchen.
“We make up for it in the summer,” added Ralph. “The sun is up before six and doesn’t set till nearly eleven. Makes it difficult to take the kids to the outdoor.”
“The Outdoor?”
“Drive in theater,” Lanh translated.
“Y’all still have drive-ins?” Karole hasn’t seen a drive-in theater since she became old enough to enjoy one properly. “Ah wanna go to one!”
Lanh nodded happily, “The Moonlighter! We saw a few movies there, didn’t we honey?”
“Yes, we did, but I can’t remember a single one,” said Don as he leaned over from behind Lanh and gave her a kiss. He then set out plates of scrambled eggs with venison sausage and bowls of white mush in front of Kim-ly and Karole.
Karole watched as Kim-ly seasoned her eggs with multiple kinds of Asian hot sauces, mostly Sriracha, then Karole tried the mush. Her face showed she thought it was disgusting. “What’s the matter?” asked Don as he set cups of decaf in front of the expectant mothers.
“Ah’ll have to tell ya, ah’ve had all kinda your cookin’ and loved every bite, but grits just ain’t your thang.”
“I’ve never made grits,” said Don. “That’s cream of wheat.”
“Whut?”
“It’s like grits but made from wheat instead of corn,” said Lanh. “I put brown sugar on mine, Don puts maple syrup on his.”
“I use both,” said Kim-ly around a spoonful.
Karole reached past Lanh with her spoon and dipped a little out of Kim-ly’s bowl and tried it. “Too maple,” she said as she added brown sugar to her dish.
Ralph looked at Don, a bit confused, but Don and Lanh knew exactly what Karole’s complaint was about. “They don’t do actual maple syrup down south Dad.”
Lanh nodded. “I’ve seen them put corn syrup on pancakes ... clear syrup ... where were we ... Texas?”
“Yeah, we were in Muleshoe Texas,” agreed Don. “Home of Leeeeee Horsely!” he added in unison with Lanh.
“They all crazy in Texas,” said Karole. “If y’all want maple, you go to Cracker Barrel, everyone knows that.” She put catsup on her eggs, but she looked longingly at the bottle of tobacco. She wanted to spice up her eggs like Kim-ly did, but Krissy will just kick it back out. That little booger doesn’t like spicy food.
“So, what is everybody doing today?” asked Sandy.
“I have papers to grade,” said Lanh.
“I have to go over the books for the restaurant and close out the quarter, then start on the farm’s books,” said Kim-ly.
“I promised ma that I’d help with the lunch shift,” said Don, “so I’ll be heading to the restaurant at ten thirty.”
Karole just shrugged. It was the very first day she could ever remember when she didn’t have something to do, and she didn’t have a book to read. “I think I’m going to take a tour of the farm then tag along with Don.” She took a long drink of milk, her eyes rolling back with pleasure. It’s been ages since she had fresh whole milk. “I want to thank the girls for their part in breakfast.”
When they finally got Karole to Nguyen Pho, Don gave her a tour of the restaurant. “Ah don’ think I’ll ever learn this menu,” said Karole, as she waved the lunch menu around.
“Don’t worry about it,” said Don as he prepared his station. Don was getting ready to cook for the lunch rush. “Our lunch crowd knows what they like so most won’t even look at the menu. You’ll pick it up as you go, and I’ll be giving you little tastes as I make something.”
As he pointed everything out, Karole constantly rubbed her tummy. It was almost as if Krissy was excited about being at the restaurant. Rosa watched from a distance then finally said to Mai, “She’s going to wear a hole in her blouse petting that baby like that.”
“First baby,” said Mai with a grin, “You remember how it was; everything was new and exciting.”
“I remember your grandchildren dancing on my bladder for eighteen months. The only excitement I had was making sure I wasn’t more than ten steps from a bathroom ... so who’s the blond?”
“That’s your new kid sister,” said Duong as he set out silverware and napkins on a table.
“That’s the stray that Don and Lanh adopted?”
Mai gave Rosa, the manager of her restaurant, a close friend of her youngest daughter, wife of her youngest son, and mother of her first grandchild, a withering look. “Hush!” Mai scolded. “You of anyone in this family should know what being passed from house to house is like for a child. Where would you be right now if Lanh and Bao hadn’t adopted my favorite stray?”
Rosa’s childhood was a nightmare of being shipped from one foster home to another. She was a wild child with no direction and little guidance. She didn’t know if Mendez was her real last name or a name she picked up along the way. Her life changed the day that Coach Mach challenged Lanh to coach her individually for the swim team, and suddenly, her life had focus and some genuine friends. Her life changed again when on a whim she found herself swept up in the emotions of Don and Lanh’s wedding and tried to seduce Bao, who gladly let her seduce him and just as gladly became her husband of over a dozen years. “I’m sorry má...” said Rosa, “I guess I’m just jealous...”
“Jealous of what? She’s pregnant, her fiancé left her, now she has all those bills, she’s all alone...”
“Because she gets to see Lanh every day! I miss her!” Rosa blurted out. Then she cupped her hands in front of her chest, “And...” demonstrating Karole’s big breasts.
“Oh stop!” Mai took Rosa’s hand and patted it. “I know em yêu, but she’ll be home soon. Now go welcome your new sister just like I welcomed you. Go!”
Karole had sat down to study the menu before opening and was about to get a sip of her water when a pretty Hispanic woman appeared at her side. “Hi, I’m Rosa...” She never got her introduction out. Karole leapt to her feet and wrapped her arms around the restaurant manager.
“Lanh has told me so much about you, I’m so happy to meet you!” gushed Karole.
“She did?” asked Rosa in a tiny voice.
“Oh, lawd yes! She said she wouldn’t a made it through high school if it weren’t for you, she said that watching you receive your gold medal was one of the proudest moments of her life!” Karole held Rosa out at arm’s length, “I can see why she misses you so much.”
“She does?” Rosa collected herself and held a folded cloth out to Karole. “This is for you, never lose it.” Karole unfolded the cloth to reveal a white waitress’s apron. “If you ever need anything, you put that apron on and come in here. You’ll have a job, food to eat, and if you need one, a roof over your head. Believe me, with a little one on the way, it’s a tremendous relief to know that you have a safety net.”
“Ah ... ah don’t know what to say,” said Karole, as she looked at the simple apron.
“You say, ‘thanks sis’ because you’re a Nguyen now,” Rosa pulled her new sister close. “We’re all here for each other.”
“Thank you, ah never had a family before, jess my momma and she’s gone.”
“Don’t thank me, thank Mai and Duong. They’ve been collecting us strays since Lanh brought Don home.”
Just then, Tam stepped into the dining area. She was heading off to work when she saw Karole hugging Rosa. Seeing the apron in Karole’s hand told Tam everything she needed to know - she’s got a new sister. With a sigh, she made Karole’s welcome official with the words, “What’s with all the white people in this family now?”
Karole fell right into the swing of things at Nguyen Pho. Like Don said, the lunch crowd generally knew what they wanted. If Karole had a problem, it was getting used to the people. Down south, the folks would just chatter away with their waitress. Up north they’re sweet, but reserved. There was one time when she was waiting for a pair of ladies to make up their minds when she noticed the snow falling outside of the main window.
Like all other businesses on Main Street, Nguyen’s Pho was decorated in its holiday finest. The main window was decorated with sparkling garland and sprigs of holly, shining ornaments, flickering lights, and someone used spray snow to simulate frost at the edges of the window. Outside, the snow was drifting straight down, the flakes spinning lazily to land on the heads and shoulders of shoppers as they walked past the window. Over the speakers, Karole could hear some of Duong’s Christmas music from the 40s and 50s. Right now, it was Bob Hope and Marilyn Maxwell singing the original version of Silver Bells, and Karole was transported to a beautiful but alien world covered in a layer of snow and Christmas cheer. It was a world she only saw on Hallmark Channel holiday movies, something they tried to replicate in the deep south, but they could never come close to the sheer beauty of the season that she’s seeing right now.
“Oh miss!” one of the matrons called, breaking Karole’s revere.
“Ah’m so sorry ma’am, have we decided?”
The lady chuckled, then looked over her shoulder at whatever it was Karole was looking at. “My goodness, you act like you’ve never seen snow before!”
“Ah ain’t!” said Karole. “Today is the first-time ah ever seen it!” Both ladies started laughing heartily until Karole insisted, “It’s true! Ah’m from the DEEP south and ah haven’t seen no snow before this mornin’. We didn’t git any snow in Denver las year an ah don’t go up in the mountains...”
“Good grief, how did you land in Grant Valley Minnesota?” asked one of the laughing women.
“Lanh and I brought her with us,” said Don as he appeared from behind Karole. “In Greeley she’s our next-door neighbor. Hi Mrs. Grady, Mrs. Farstad.”
“Donnie!” they both cried and rose to hug him. “I didn’t know you were back,” said Mrs. Grady.
“We’re just here for Christmas,” said Don as he reached for his hug from Mrs. Farstad. “Lanh’s contract has two more years before we come home for good.”
“It’ll be so good to have you back home,” gushed Mrs. Farstad as she sat back down.
“Duong is good, but we like your cooking better,” whispered Mrs. Grady.
“Do you ladies need more time deciding?” Karole asked.
Don waved her off, “It’s ok, I already know what they want,” and he headed back to the kitchen. ‘The Girls’ nodded in agreement, so Karole went back to her duties, waiting on other customers until Don set two plates for Karole to take out to the two ladies. One was a fried noodle plate; the other was a rice bowl with beef. “Here you go, I’ll bring out the drinks.”
“Who gets which plate?” asked Karole. She wanted to have Mrs. Farstad’s plate in her right hand so she could set the plates properly.
“It doesn’t matter,” said Don as he picked up two gayly decorated cocktails. “They both like both meals, they’ll pick off of each other’s plate.” He then raised one of the drinks. The drinks were red in holiday decorated highball glasses. They were garnished with a wedge of lime and a cherry. “These are just tonic water with some of the maraschino cherry juice mixed in. Neither one drinks but they like the way these drinks look, so I make them virgin tonics in the winter and virgin margaritas in the summer.”
“What’s a virgin margarita?”
“Limeade with crushed ice in a salted margarita glass.”
“Yankees! Y’all are just as weird as us crackers,” laughed Karole as she carried the plates out to the table. “Here you go dearies.”
“Are you ready for the storm tomorrow?” asked Mrs. Grady.
“She’s got more to worry about than a little snow,” laughed Don as he set the glasses down. Then, to answer Karole’s questioning look, he grinned and patted her tummy. “Little Krissy’s cousins are coming to decorate the tree and make lefse tomorrow.” And with that, he returned to the kitchen, leaving Karole to face a myriad of questions she had no answers to.
That evening, Karole was exhausted. It’s been over a year since she put in a shift like that. She wanted so desperately to close her eyes and nap in Don’s big, rattling old truck, but the snow was falling again and the Christmas lights on each house and farm they passed were so beautiful. Her favorite was a small tree out in the middle of an open field, not a building in the area, but it was lit up and glowing in its solitary glory. “How is that thang lit up?” she asked Don.