Don's Wet Dream Ch. 03

Sarah now went further, not about to be out reasonabled by Kim, she did a 180, and agreed to offering Don a choice between emptying his workshop of tools, or a selection of furniture –- but only the stuff he'd made himself! Just this once Kim wished he would have one of those discussions she'd forbidden in front of Sarah, he wasn't listening to her ESP, the house was soo empty. But being Don he quickly chose his tools.

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Kim apprehensively agreed to try a week long camping trip camping trip with Christy and Mark. They had camped as a couple a few times, and that went very well, apart from having her pussy turned to mincemeat, but this was different. Kim knew how good his family were at camping and she was stepping into damn big shoes. While Don collected the kids, she was nervously packing and composing herself. What to wear, where would they sleep. Would they be swimming? She'd lost inches, toned and dropped a cup size, would love to be seen in her bikini now.

Gadzooks… bikini… eeeek!... Don would have to let her trim! Just imagine Mark if he saw her bushy bits now -– poor boy'd blush for a month solid! She giggled to herself. Mmmm, needed to sort this out tonight. A plan was forming, would have been better to try it before the kids were visiting, but they would manage, Don would even enjoy it, he'd have too or she'd let it drop, the bikini would be left at home, because she didn't want to mess with the rules, the hair management rules worked well. As soon as the kids were asleep she'd initiate a little chat -- and play! With some scissors and a razor.

That night the Kids were finally settled, and Kim started to ask about her pubic issue when she gleaned that he was distracted, even upset about something.

"Kim, Sarah said sorry, can you believe it? After all this time, she said sorry."

'Oh you fucking bitch', was Kim's first thought, Sarah's timing couldn't have been better, the holiday was going to be hard enough as it was. Wasn't ready this time either and, sterner than Don deserved, quickly asked, "Did she really? Tell me all about it!" Then realising that Don didn't need any more stress, softened it by sitting on his lap in their intimate straddling position. "Tell me every thing that happened sweetheart?"

Sarah had told Don that the kids were at neighbours for a little while, they'd be back soon, would he like a coffee. He had said yes. He said all he really wanted to do was be out, the house made him very sad now. Sarah had asked Don into the kitchen for the coffee, a tactical blunder in Kim's opinion, the same kitchen here she said he had to let her keep fucking Ben if he wanted to stay married.

"So I was lookin' outside for happier stuff to think about, like the bench seat under the Chinese Coachwood tree, I made that from old timber one weekend, 'cause Mark had said about six or seven years ago that Santa Clause would need somewhere to rest, 'because daddy, by the time he gets here he'll be tired won't he?' And it will need to be strong too won't it daddy because you told me Santa doesn't eat properly." Don smiled at the memory. "I thought she must have had a date, babe."

"Why is that sweetie?"

"Cause she was all dressed up."

"Mmm! And..."

"Well she said she was sorry for her selfishness…."

"And..."


"She said that the reason she treated me so badly was that she was surprised I found out and she needed time to work out how to get out of the mess she was in."

"And what did you say?"

"I didn't know what to say babe, honest, I just wanted to get out, and make sure I told you before you found out some other way… I remembered the rule about tellin' you everything… my dangleberries were I peril."

"Well that was about the smartest thing you could do, what do you think she wants Don?"

"Not sure."

"Not sure! C'mon baby, you were doing really well 'til then, I told you sneaky doesn't suit you! Look at me in the eye Don, keep looking, and tell me you don't suspect you know what she's trying, she has to try doesn't she?"

"What?"

"To win you back of course, not tempted? Live with the mother of your kids, all that history? She can cook…"

He smiled, that could have been a mistake, but he picked upon her concern and said quickly "Inconceivable!... " He actually blushed, "…Much more like livin' with you, you tell me I'm smart sometimes." And brushed her hair back behind her ear casually.

That was more like it, oh yes, moments like this made the effort and responsibility worthwhile. "Well you're being very smart right now big fella, thanks for keeping me informed, and if its okay with you I think it would be a good idea for you to thank Sarah for her apology, that would be polite wouldn't it? And then tell her she's not to say anything to you she wouldn't say around me, Ok? And I think its time for Sarah and I to have a cup of coffee…."

Don stopped smiling, tactfully he said "Would that end well?... I mean are you sure?... Dear?"

"It might end well, but she needs to know we talk about things like this don't you think?... Now, to some more important things, cause Sarah is not coming camping with us in here…" tapping his head "…is she? Something way more important -- thanks to you're wonderful food, and walks and everthing – Kimberly fits in her bikini again! Ta da. Would you like her to wear it when you take her to the beach? Cause I'd like for you to show me off, are the kids settled, we just have one tiny problem, can I show you what our problem is, in the bedroom…"

The holiday with four was a big step, Kim knew Don was concerned about how they were going to get along after this trip.

So was she.

He'd arranged eight days at a camping ground by a coastal river. It was still too cool for swimming, although Kim was determined to try, there were bush walks, beach walks, push bikes to hire, charter boat tours up the river, picnics. And they did all of those things, and played football, read, cooked, played cards by the gas lantern, and naturally, fished. Don of course left the sleeping arrangements to Kim, and Kim had uncomfortably consulted Christy, who said "Kim, you and Dad are sleeping in the big tent, I'm in the little tent and Mark's in Dad's swag, any other questions?"

With everyone trying very hard to make the trip work, for Kim the days were surprisingly good, a little strange being one of four instead of one of two -- but they were good kids, good company. And it was a surprise to hear Don whistling while he cooked. The evenings were not so good. Camping, by association, she found made her horny. Kim also felt she was owed some individual attention -- Christy and Mark being the centre of Don's world for most of the day -- in spite of convincing herself that she was ready for it, the sharing burden was heavy. And for Don it seemed that the lingering memories of earlier discussion with Sarah weighed heavily, he said he'd like to try love making but having the kids so near was giving him performance issues. Her walking electric blanket with the never fail erection feature was failing. His insistence that they sleep dressed in case they had to get up for the kids quickly didn't help.

Even her bikini couldn't break the log jam in his head, so Kim planned to ask Christy if she would be happy if Don and Kim had a night out to themselves. Christy surprised them and proposed her own plan. The charter boat company they had used previously had several tour options, there was a tour where the passengers could feed Salmon at a floating fish farm, land up river to do rainforest walks, and have morning tea at the base of a large waterfall. Christy and Mark had talked about it and would like to go, alone. Dad and Kim could have a sleep in. With a significant glance at Kim. She mentioned it would be at least four and a half hours. With another glance at Kim she suggested she and Mark could buy a hamburger for lunch and look at shops when they got back, which would make it at least five and half hours. Clearly this was Don's call, even though the conversation had been directed at Kim. To Kim's surprise Don readily agreed, and Christy and Mark planned to get themselves up and go the next morning.

That night Kim decided unilaterally to sleep naked, and just to make sure that remained the case she buried her clothes deep in their travel bag so he would have to be very cruel to make her dress –- she could exaggerate the cold, she'd win that argument—as they settled and cuddled he whispered. "Babe, you gotta tell me what how I'm suppose to feel about that."

"About what honey?'

"My little girl, fixing for me to get laid like that, didn't you notice? Its…its….gonna mess with my head."

"Donnie! Oh sweetheart, not what we wanted!... What can I do to unmess your head? Please don't let it worry you, I'm sure she's only doing it because she loves you."

"I guess, she is a good girl."

"Christy thinks we should have some 'one on one' time." As does Kimberly, she kept to herself. Kim stayed quiet for a while, often time to digest things was a good move with Don… as was a change of topic, she went on hopefully. "Darlingsnookumshoneybunny, can tomorrow morning be my morning? Can we do Kimberly things?"

"Mmmm, sure, what like?"

"Well, lets just pretend The King called and he said 'Donald James Wilson, hear this well, by Royal command you must spoil your gorgeous beautiful wonderful girlfriend Miss Kimberly Louise Rogers, or I'll clap you in irons and cut off your balls.' What would you do?

"Mmm, how about let you sleep in?… Cook you a big breakfast, bacon, eggs, mushrooms with cheese on toast?… And not talk about eating healthy cause to me your body is just about perfect now?… Not make you go fishing?… Walk along the river holding hands?… Kiss and cuddle on that grassy bit over the beach, maybe take a picnic rug with us?…"

"Mmm, I've missed that, it means a lot when you cuddle me in public."

"And then I'd buy you some coffee, at the shop on the--"

"--buy coffee! Really?"

"Yep, buy coffee, on the pier!"

And Kim did her gruff Don voice "What do think we are babe, rich or sumpin?... Ouch… and then can we watch the fishing boats come home? You can take me to the beach, show me off, then we can come back here and if you want you can fuck me bowlegged, see how loud you can make me sing while the kids are away."

"I didn't think of that… mmm, yep we can do all that… and Kim…?"

She hadn't heard that voice for a while, or felt those hands slowly rub down her hip to check her clothing status for a while either.

"Honey, its up to you, I can wait to morning if you want, but I'm sure you've noticed I'm bare, and you know what that means?"

"I think I forgot what it means…" he was kissing her passionately and had pulled their fronts together hard, "…remind me…"

"mmmm… It means rules are good things… it means I'm all yours…"

"…I like rules now… you mean this bit?"

"Yep, that bit's yours."

"And what about this bit?"

"Yep, that bit too... it's all yours…" And when Don pulled her hand to his erection. "…and that must mean this bit is mine… all mine, goody, well hello Mr Incredible, you're back, hard as ever! We'll have to be quiet though won't we." Deciding to act while the raw material was there to work with, she rolled onto Don, reached back and guided him partially in her, then slotted down, she sighed gently. He groaned softly. Kim gently undulated on top of him, asking quietly if this was unmesssing his head enough. And then declaring this could be his treat, he could owe her in the morning when she could be more vocal. This was a change to their standard operating procedure, love making in the evenings were usually about Kim's pleasure first, he was still briefly, digesting this permission, then gripped her hips and pushed up deep into her, half a dozen times at most. Kim had had to quickly cover his mouth as he came, and managed to keep mostly quiet herself while he pulsed and lunged deeper yet inside her; Kim stayed on him and gently massaged him with her hips. They didn't often do 'her on top', so this was a nice change.

"Uhh Oh darling, Kimberly wasn't planning, that was always going to be huge wasn't it, I mean its good to have you back but I'm definitely going to need a towel or something, honey, quick quick quick."

Don removed his tee shirt for Kim to lie on, she dismounted with a sloppy slurp, and cuddled up beside him, "Baby, would you be offended if I had a play?"

"Nup."

"Will you stay awake?"

"Yep."

So while he held her from the side, and twisted her nipples and caressed her face, Kim brought herself off, and lay twitching, as they settled again.

He murmured fondly into her hair "Sweetheart, I'm sorry about the last few nights, you've been very patient."

Absent minded, trying to be understanding, and supportive Kim committed an awful faux pas, her first bad one, "That's Ok darling, I understand as you get older its going to happen occasionally." Oh crap Kim! She thought, did I really say that out loud? And she felt Don flinch. Yep she sure did. Fuck! Had been so careful for four months, and now that. "Darling I'm sorry, that--"

"--OLD!" he growled. "Careful with us old folk… our memories are no good… what was that thing you said about not plucking cheeky girlfriends… I forget." And reached for her with busy hands -- they had both forgotten she didn't have anything down there to pluck.

"No! Don, No! Please, not again, I'll wake the kids, I mean it. I'll scream." As she rolled frantically out of the bedding to avoid his energetic hands. "I'm so sorry honey that was a terribly rude thing to say it came out wrong I didn't mean it your not old I won't ever say you're old again please can I come back to bed the floor is so coooold." To no avail -– she'd have to play her trump card to get back into bed -- whining "Honey, we're making a mess, I need to get back on that tee shirt. Please can I come back to bed?" Don reached out, cupped her neck and roughly pulled her back under the blankets. Kim snuggled into his side again, kissed his cheek, whispered, "Sorry boss." And to her relief a strong arm enveloped her and gave her a squeeze –- she could still breath so it was meant affectionately -- and thought it a good time to shut up before she stuffed it again.

Kim woke early, pressed to his back, and stretched, groaned with satisfaction -- mmm-mm-mmmm -- now that was a fucking good night sleep! Don rolled over to face her as she rolled away and she was gripped from behind. Kim could hear Christy and Mark quietly packing and organising for their day trip, as she relaxed back against his chest. His top arm was over her waist and cupping her abdomen, and his bottom arm under neck and across her breast. He felt completely relaxed, Don had slept well too. Maybe that had been part of the problem for the past few night, tired? Nerves? Kim really savoured these reflective times on the occasional morning when Don slept on. She was overdue for a damn good think. Maybe that was part of their problem too.

Being a rare opportunity to reflect, she wouldn't waste this morning revisiting her last contemplations, namely, the total absence of anything from Don hinting at the future, very much lived day to day. Admitted to herself that she craved more plans and rules. Especially plans. In fact she would trade off rules for plans right now. Hopefully that would change when the divorce finally came through. And that was another thing that sucked, how long could it take for a fucking Judge to sign one lousy piece of paper anyway?

But if Don was going to sleep on for a while there were plenty of other concerns to dissect. Like, for instance; Sarah trying to win Don back; thinking through her own feelings for Don; contraception; how much nicer a messy shaved groin was than a messy hairy one… the list went on. Oh, and Dons fucking truck driving job. Kim was getting a little scared now, was starting understand she was falling in love with a very simple man? Had fallen? Kim had only been truly in love once, well infatuated might have been a better term, had never told a guy first and always found it hard to say 'I love you' back. And the thought of being the boss for ever was daunting too. It all needed exploring, some discussion, some reassurance. Something. Anything!

An escalating exchange of endearments even.

But then again while he was camping with his kids might confuse him, might not be fair. Kim thought she could start to put some dots closer together and eventually he'd join them, one day, sooner or later. Very close dots, big dots too perhaps. Come back to that one Kim.

Romance and tradition had skipped a generation in the Rogers family -- that could be rectified; 'So world, how does Kim and Don Wilson sound to you?'

Never stayed on the pill more than three months straight, and it had been four months for Don. She was becoming overdue to cleanse, hated interfering with natural processes and hormones for so long, it normally made her skin and weight hard to manage too, not so much this time –- life with Don was an active one and his superb fresh cooking helped too. But he'd said he couldn't perform with condoms. So unfair, and she started to get a little resentful, tense perhaps because he briefly stroked her tummy in his sleep, and Kim automatically nuzzled his arm in response, before remembering she didn't want to wake him just yet.

Kim must have dozed for a while then heard the kids had progressed to breakfast and she reviewed her issues, feeling the apprehension returning, twenty four years old, not fair, she was too young to be expected to deal with all this stuff, needed some help to sort some of these things out, it just wasn't fair, he couldn't leave everything remotely intellectual to her. But who could she leave it too? So she did what she usually did when she was apprehensive, nestled back tighter into Don, and received the desired squeeze, good, and a bonus loving mumble in ear, best. Kim automatically nuzzled his arm again, oops. Her panic subsided. 'Think it though girl,' as Don would say 'you've got brains.' cope!

Mrs Wilson?... No, hang on, that was Sarah… still! Fucking Judge. Sarah! Sarah needed to be dealt with. He wouldn't do anything about that, it would be left to Kim of course… relax Kim!... Sarah could not be allowed to smuggle her self into Kim's house, nor hitchhike with them on holidays, and a plan was forming.

Her bladder was getting a little uncomfortable, but that was a small price to pay, at least thirty minutes before it became an emergency.

Forty if he wouldn't squeeze her so hard.

The kids were resting for a while, digesting their breakfast outside, murmuring and laughing gently at the sights and sounds an early morning camping ground offered. From the snippets she could overhear it sounded like Mark was counting how many of the women making the morning dash to the communal toilets were braless. Now where would he get that sense of humour from she wondered wryly. Christy was tolerantly trying to restrain him.

And her friends? Well that was awkward, a little coolness had developed with some of the outer circle, but there was no way she was taking him to one of the crazy parties they were into. Too flippant, too quick, and way too cruel, especially as some of Brian's friends would be there, that just wasn't going to happen. No, they could spend time with him in small groups, at her home, with her rules, or they could wait… wait 'til what? Many did chose meet him on her terms. And Don, blissfully unaware of how much stage management Kim had put into the early social visits, had done very well -- must remember he'd spent a lot of time with Libby, so he did have social skills, and just needed to sharpen those skills with the younger crowd.