We're a Wonderful Wife - Dr. & Dr. Campbell
Copyright© 2024 by Duleigh
Chapter 9
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 9 - 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
Ever since he got home, Don and his dad have been working on the old GMC pickup truck that’s been sitting in the tractor shed for the past five years. Don had driven it when he was stationed at Grand Forks but stored it again when he went to Korea for three years, then two more years in New Mexico. Now he’s done from wandering. He took off his stripes. It’s time to get back to being Don Campbell, farmer.
After changing the plugs, plug wires, and the distributer cap, he checked the oil and all other fluids, then he sprayed a little ether down the carburetor. He turned to Lanh and said, “Wanna fire her up?”
Lanh loved this truck, so many memories were in it! It was the first vehicle that she ever drove that wasn’t a tractor. “Yeah baby!” She hopped in the dusty cab, cranked the seat forward, set the brake, put it in neutral, stepped on the clutch, and turned the key. It cranked a few times, then one at a time, the cylinders started firing until all six were purring away. Don revved the engine with the carburetor linkage until it was warmed up, then he made a couple of minor adjustments to the mixture and the idle and that 250 cubic inch straight six was humming. He hooked up the timing light and checked the timing; it was dead on. He put the air cleaner on the carburetor, and with a smile, he closed the hood. “Let’s go for a ride!”
He and his dad had cleared a path for the truck to get out of the tractor shed, so he put his tools away, then hopped in the truck. Lanh had slid over to the passenger seat and was waiting, smiling in anticipation of taking the old truck out for a run. He got in carefully, slammed the driver’s door closed, and suddenly everything changed. The last thing he remembered seeing was the beautiful smile on Lanh’s face.
Everything went dark, the passenger side of the truck was the exhaust of a jet engine pointed directly at him, it suddenly got scalding hot, he couldn’t breathe, flames spewed out of the jet engine coming straight at him, the truck started collapsing around him; he felt like he was floating. He couldn’t tell up from down. Then the steering wheel came at him, trying to drive its way into his chest. The air was filled with shards of shattered glass; the truck crumpled in on him like a crushed can ... he couldn’t breathe ... everything went purple ... He had to get out, his hand fumbled at the door latch, and he was falling...
He remembered hearing Lanh scream, “DADDY! CALL NINE ONE ONE!”
Don was trapped in a hell of crushed metal, shattered glass, hot jet exhaust, and purple dust. He tried to find Lanh; he tried to get back to Cynthia and Wendy. Finally, he heard a voice call through the calamity.
“Doctor Campbell! Doctor Campbell!”
Don looked up at the roof of the tractor shed. He was lying next to his beloved Three On The Tree GMC. “What’s going on? Why can’t I move my arms?” Don started to panic because he was trapped in his own body again.
“Doctor Campbell, it’s ok, you had a little fall, we want to look at you.” The paramedic looked far more concerned than one would for a “Little Fall.” Don felt the blood pressure cuff tightening on his arm and the pulse/ox detector on his finger.
“Why can’t I move my arms?”
“Shhh! It’s ok! It’s ok!” Now he was looking up at Lanh. Her face was creased with concern, tears in her eyes. “You’re on a stretcher, we’re going to transport you to Bemidji General.”
“Why? I’m ok.”
Now Kim-ly’s face came into view. “Don, you’ve been in convulsions for nearly a half hour.”
At Bemidji General Hospital, they examined Don and then left him alone. He sat in a small room, completely alone. He closed the blinds and turned off all the lights and sat in an uncomfortable chair, lonely. Alone. He was being held for observation, and he was refusing to talk to anyone but Lanh or Tam. That was meaningless, however, because the director wasn’t allowing Don any visitors.
Don was angry, but it wasn’t because they wanted him to see a shrink that angered him. He just didn’t want to be in a hospital. Being in a hospital took away his air force career, being in a hospital took away his daughter Su Lin, being in a hospital robbed him of his friend and co-worker Cynthia and shattered Wendy, and one moment longer in a hospital than he wanted was eating at his soul. He wanted to get back to Lanh; he wanted to hold Arlo more. He wanted Home.
Just as he was at his lowest and angriest, a nurse named Lewis came in. Don didn’t like Lewis; Lewis was short, ugly, smarmy, and self-righteous. “Why are we sitting in the dark, Mister Campbell?”
“It’s Doctor. Doctor Campbell.”
“Oh? We’re a doctor?”
“No Lewis. I am a doctor; you are a nurse. Please try to keep up.”
“Please get in bed Mister Campbell,” Lewis was getting angry now.
“My proper form of address is Doctor.”
“Mister Campbell, please...”
“If I was in uniform you would address me as Sergeant Campbell, but I’m not in uniform therefore you...”
“Mister Campbell, don’t make me put you in bed.”
Don sat in his chair and glared at Lewis, and scoffed. “You can try...”
The next day, Ahnjong “Annie” Nguyen arrived at Bemidji General a little past one PM the next day. Huy had received a frantic call from Lanh saying that they wouldn’t let anyone in to see Don and had no estimate when he would be “safe to visit.” Since the hospital was one of Huy’s clients, he asked Annie to look into it for him. Annie is one of the sweetest humans on the face of the earth, but she has what is commonly called a “Resting Bitch Face.” When she relaxes her facial muscles, she looks mean, and she uses that to her advantage when dealing with someone face to face in the courtroom and while taking depositions.
However, today she didn’t need her Resting Bitch Face. She really was angry. Annie loves Don and Lanh and is sick and tired of all the hell they’ve been put through. And Don is a blessing that anyone with twin toddlers needs, a babysitter that loves the kids and the kids loves him. He can relax the most wound-up child and do it with little Arlo sleeping in his arm. He’s available 24/7 and has no problem at all if date night goes all night long. He’ll think nothing of it if he is tasked to watch all seven Nguyen grandchildren and he’ll love every moment.
NOBODY fucks with my babysitter!
Ahnjong stepped up to the reception desk and said, “I would like to see Donovan Campbell, room 430.”
The reception clerk looked up Don on her terminal then sweetly said, “Mister Campbell isn’t seeing visitors today.”