We're a Wonderful Wife - Dr. & Dr. Campbell
Copyright© 2024 by Duleigh
Chapter 31
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 31 - 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
Tam Nguyen-Johnson passionately loves large family get-togethers for the holidays, and she loves the enormous task of putting them together. However, everyone in the family has a significant other and they can’t ignore the in-laws, so for every year that was a Nguyen holiday, the other years were spent with in-laws. This year Tam’s family was broken up too. Her oldest son, Chip, wanted to help Kim-ly at the farm and was spending Thanksgiving with her. Her middle son Liam was going to travel with his grandparents Mai and Duong, they were thinking of going to Hill City, South Dakota, to see Mount Rushmore. Jake’s parents were in the south of France for the holidays (meaning until May) that left Tam with her husband Jake and their youngest son Arlo, who was now almost four.
She was talking about that with Lanh recently. “Why don’t the three of you come out here for Thanksgiving? We have spare bedrooms, we have a suite in the basement now, and Don would love to see you guys. He’s been so grumpy this year.”
“Maybe I could talk to him about his grumpiness,” thought Tam, and without asking Jake she said, “Yes, we haven’t gone anywhere in ages, this will be exciting.”
Reservations were made, cars were rented, bags were packed, and the boys were shipped out, leaving her alone with Jake and Arlo. It’s been years since there were only two other people in the house with her, and the relative quiet was relaxing. She came back home from the University where she is chair of the Psychology department to find the house neat and orderly, something that she finds vitally necessary with a blind husband but virtually impossible with three boys.
Immediately upon entering the house, Tam was attacked by a black-haired rocket powered moppet. “MOMMEEEE!” He wrapped his arms around her knees and started bouncing up and down. “Mommy home, mommy home, mommy home!” It was Arlo, their youngest boy, singing “Mommy Home” at the top of his lungs.
“What is with you Honeybug?” She knew exactly what was up. Jake asked Arlo to let him know when mommy got home. With Arlo’s lungs, it was a sure bet that the entire neighborhood knew. “All right, all right, come here you,” said Tam as she hoisted Arlo up into her arms for a wet sloppy kiddy kiss. Only when he got his welcome home kiss did the tyke stop his caroling.
“Hi mommeee,” he sighed as he threw his arms around Tam’s neck.
“Where’s your daddy?”
“I dunno!” He shrugged and threw his hands up, but he had a broad smile on his face.
“You do too know, you stinker,” Tam laughed.
“I no stinker, YOU a stinker!” He slapped his tiny hand on Tam’s shoulder for emphasis.
Just then, Tam saw a familiar bundle of white sticks on the floor. It was her husband’s collapsible walking stick. “What’s that on the floor?” gasped Tam in faux shock.
“Daddy eyes!” gasped Arlo.
Tam tried not to laugh, but Arlo’s older brothers convinced Arlo that the white collapsible walking stick with a red end was their father’s eyes. “Yes, Daddy’s eyes. Go give it to him!” and she set the tyke down.
“K mommeee!” Arlo snatched up the folded stick and then dashed off to the basement.
Tam followed him down the stairs, and there was Jake, folding laundry. “You didn’t know where daddy was?” Arlo giggled and hid behind Jake’s leg.
“Don’t hide behind my leg you little sneak,” scolded Jake. Tam gently touched Jake to let him know she was there, then wrapped her arms around him. Jake basked in her caress, then turned in her arms to kiss her. “Is it time to go?” he asked as his fingers traced over her face. Like his brothers, Arlo thought nothing of their dad tracing his fingertips over his mom’s face. They knew that’s how he “sees” her, and the boys grew up loving the same touches from their dad.
“It’s almost time,” said Tam between kisses. “Shall we get going?”
“Go?” asked Arlo, his little dark brown eyes open wide in anticipation.
Tam smiled; her little boy loved going. It didn’t matter where, as long as he had a few French fries and his apple juice, he’d go anywhere with mom and dad. Jake bent down and picked up Arlo and the three of them hugged, reminding Tam and Jake of when it was just them and Chip, their oldest. Tam had just found out she was pregnant with Liam, and they were telling him he was going to be a big brother.
“I know,” said Tam. “Let’s go visit Uncle Don and Aunt Lanh.”
Arlo’s eyes flew open wider, and his jaw dropped in surprise. Uncle Don? Don was his very favorite uncle; of his four uncles and five aunts, he liked Don the most. Why? Tam was sure it was all the extra cuddling that Arlo got while Don was recovering from his accident in Saudi Arabia. Arlo liked the idea of visiting Don and Lanh so much all he could do was give his big happy grin and nod his head vigorously. Jake gently touched Arlo’s face, causing the little boy to grin even broader.
An hour later, they were packed in the van. Arlo was in Happy Meal heaven and Jake had his quarter pounder. “We there yet?” called out Arlo.
“Don’t start!” warned Tam as they headed to the airport.
“His brothers taught him that,” said Jake as he tried to steal a French fry from the child who eventually offered his dad a fry. “Thank you,” said Jake.
“Wekim,” responded Arlo.
“Are you ready to ride on an airplane?”
“AIRPLANE???” Arlo’s face was a combination of fear and wonder. He’s heard of airplanes and seen them on TV. The thought of riding on an airplane kept him wide awake for a full fifteen more minutes and then the comfort of his car seat and the warm air in the van put him to sleep.
Late November was frosty cold, but Lanh reported that the weather in Colorado was in the 50s, which for a Minnesotan is tropical. Tam packed swimsuits because she wanted to soak in Don and Lanh’s hot tub in the cool weather. It was a two-hour drive to the airport, and Arlo slept most of the way.
It was a bit of a challenge for Tam to get her two guys out of the van, get the luggage organized, then a short walk through the shallow snow to the waiting area for the bus to the terminal. Arlo was in charge of pushing his own stroller to the bus stop, Tam hauled two suitcases and Jake followed her, one hand pulling a suitcase the other hand with his cane tap-tap-tapping all around him and against the suitcases she was pulling.
They didn’t have to wait too long at the bus stop, which looked like a city bus stop, but there was a heater which was nice considering it was 20 (-7 C) degrees. When the bus pulled up and the doors slid open, the driver saw Jake wearing his sunglasses at 7:00 PM on a dark night. He was tapping with his cane, looking for the door and leading a toddler. The driver turned around to a full bus and yelled, “What’s wrong with you people? Get down there and help these folk!”
A young fellow in a camouflage uniform hopped out and immediately helped Tam with the baggage. “Thank you so much!” said Tam. “Are you Army?”
“Air Force ma’am, and it’s a pleasure to help,” he said as he helped Arlo with his stroller which contained his car seat.
“We’re going to see my sister and her husband, he was in the Air Force until he got hurt by an airplane,” said Tam.
“Uncle Don!” cried Arlo. He’s known since birth that “Hurt by an airplane” means “Uncle Don.”
“My goodness, what happened, if I may ask.”
“He got blown over by an F-15.”
“Ugghh, that’s the worst,” said the young airman. “They briefed us about an incident in Saudi Arabia where two people were killed and a dozen injured. It’s part of a flightline safety briefing.”
“That was my brother-in-law,” said Tam sadly as she pulled Arlo on her lap. “He was injured before this little guy was born and they learned to walk together.”
Reaching the terminal, they piled off the bus and went inside and got in line, and Airman Graham got in line with them. It turned out that Airman Graham was going to Buckley AFB in Aurora, Colorado and was on their same flight. As they stood in line, Arlo began an animated conversation with his father, complete with hand gestures. Tam leaned over and said, “Arlo honey, daddy can’t see your hands, you have to use your words.” She then turned to Airman Graham and said, “He’s trying to describe you to his father, I hope you don’t mind.”
“No problem,” chuckled the Airman, who noticed that Arlo was standing in front of him looking up. “What is it little guy?”
“Do you taste good?” asked Arlo, which elicited a poorly suppressed burst of laughter from Jake.
“What?” laughed Graham.
Arlo launched into a long chattering explanation, but Tam rescued the airman by saying, “He was trying to explain your skin color to his dad and settled on chocolate, and his father, being a wise guy, asked Arlo if you taste good like chocolate.”
“My wife says that I’m an acquired taste,” said Graham to Arlo’s expectant gaze.
The little boy turned to Tam, and she said, “That means yes, he tastes good.”
Arlo immediately cheered up and turned to his dad, but then an agent from the airline came over and said, “We can take you over here.” And with goodbyes to their new friend, the Johnson family was checked in at a different ticket counter. As soon as they had their luggage checked in and their boarding passes in hand, a large golf cart appeared, and they were whisked away to TSA, where they were given the pre-flight screening. The agent scared Arlo, who was near tears when they were done, and Jake wasn’t much help and was being as obstinate as possible. From there, another cart whisked them to the gate.
They had an hour to wait, so while Jake entertained Arlo, Tam went to get some snacks. As they waited, a connection was made in Arlo’s mind, and he began to cry. “What’s the matter buddy?” Jake asked, but Arlo was crying too hard to get the words out. Jake pulled him up on his lap and held him close and tried to settle him down, but it did no good. When Tam arrived with the snacks, Arlo was still weeping.
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