We're a Wonderful Wife - Dr. & Dr. Campbell
Copyright© 2024 by Duleigh
Chapter 30
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 30 - 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
Autumn in Colorado was as gloomy as their spring. Karole got a job at Torgeson and Briggs Financial Consulting, which sounded impressive, but in reality it was merely a bill collection agency. Her job entailed calling people and harassing them to pay up immediately. She hated her job; she hated herself, sometimes she even hated Krissy, and to make matters worse, the only person she truly loved was married to her best friend, which made her hate herself even more.
Don was aching to see Danh, but Kim-ly was swamped with work and farm responsibilities and couldn’t bring him out for some daddy time. Karole was knocking herself out to get her life back on track, and Lanh was trying to make both of them happy and failing miserably because, other than sending Don back to Minnesota, there was nothing she could do. “I can get you tickets right now,” said Lanh. “You can be back there with Danh in two days.”
“No. I can’t do it. I got responsibilities here.” But Don wouldn’t meet her gaze.
“What is it? There’s something you’re not telling me.” Lanh looked both angry and hurt, and when Don refused to speak, she looked even more hurt. “So, we’re keeping secrets from each other now?”
Now Don was in agony. He couldn’t say it because it sounded so stupid to him, but he gave it a go. “I can’t sleep when I’m not with you ... I have these dreams ... they’re horrible ... and they don’t feel like dreams, they feel like a memory, dreams are fluid, but these don’t change at all.”
“But when I’m with you, it doesn’t happen?” she asked.
“No, I sleep fine.”
“What are you going to do next week when I’m in Colorado Springs for three days?”
Don felt a sudden wave of nausea wash over him. That conference! He knew it was coming, but he didn’t realize it was next week! “I ... I ... I’ll just have to tough my way through it.” He hoped his internal panic didn’t show, but this was the longest they’ve been apart since Danh was born, and only the second time since his TDY to Saudi Arabia, where he was so horribly injured. That’s it! That has to be it!
“What?” said Lanh, “You’re smiling.”
“I figured it out,” he smiled. Prodded on by her impatient hand gestures, he explained, “The last time we were separated for any length of time was in Saudi Arabia, and that ended badly for us, right? It’s got to be my mind reliving that trauma.”
He’s wrong, thought Lanh. He forgot all of that recovery and therapy time in Grand Forks while she was living on the farm. “What did your VA shrink say?” asked Lanh, forgetting how sore a subject that was with Don.
“This started long after the VA decided that I wasn’t crazy enough to rate a shrink.”
“Sorry, I forgot...” she picked up her phone and hit a number on speed dial. “Let’s try the phone a friend option.” Don fumbled for an excuse to get her to hang up, but soon Tam’s voice came on the speaker. “Doctor Nguyen...”
“I thought you were Doctor Johnson,” said Don.
“Oh, it’s you. No, Jake is Doctor Johnson, the name was taken.” Tam shook her head; Don stopped using that jab a long time ago. He knows she used her maiden name for her professional title, but then he sounded a bit confused.
“Momma, do you have anyone or know anyone that is doing a study on recurring nightmares?” asked Lanh.
Tam’s heart sank. Lanh only calls her momma when she’s in trouble. The last time was when she was feeling tremendous guilt when Kim-ly turned up pregnant against all odds. Tam tried to clarify that she knew what Lanh was asking about. “Yes, one of our people is considering doing a study on PTSD and recurring dreams ... do you have someone in mind for the study?”
“Yes, I do.”
Oh, those poor kids, Tam groaned inwardly. It’s been over a decade since they were teenagers stumbling around with their first genuine feelings of love and turning to her for advice, and Tam considers herself the most fucked up example of emotional instability known to man. She majored in psychology to figure out what was going on inside her own head. As for Don and Lanh, she still calls them kids even though they’ve been facing nightmares that would destroy most couples and coming through them still madly in love. “Ok, I’ll send you a zoom invite, forward it to your volunteer.”
Lanh checked her inbox and read the invitation, then said, “Can you do it sooner?”
“That’s the soonest I have.”