We're a Wonderful Wife Ch. 05

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Lanh's face was beginning to hurt from smiling so much, never in her life had she had a camera pointed at her so much. The throng of reporters after the state championship wanting pictures of the student coach was nothing compared to this. Over and over she and Don have been posed and reposed, then relocated and posed and reposed ad nauseum, and if she ever hears "Ok, Smile!" ever again... eventually her dreams of revenge were getting the better smiles. Don learned when he whispered "I want to lick your pussy" in her ear got the best smiles. Even when they paused for a much-needed kiss, it was a photo op, when they take a break and she collapses exhausted on his lap, it was a photo op, even one of her favorite things, sitting side by side relaxing in those ancient Adirondack chairs, holding hands in the cool shade of the porch became a photo op.

Lanh was hot and uncomfortable in the wedding gown; it was so heavy and to make matters worse she wore Grandma Tri's vest over it. The gown was purchased from a thrift store for twenty-five dollars and because she was wearing the matching white silk vest over it to cover a stain, it was that much warmer.

The skirt was fluffy and wide and traditional, and complaining aside it was a pretty dress, and Grandma Tri's vest gave this uncomfortable old dress life. The white silk of the vest matched the white of the gown perfectly, and the golden dragons and flower just glowed and folks who didn't realize she was wearing a vest asked her "How did you find a gown that matched your áo dài?" (In the case of Don's family substitute áo dài for "pants suit.") It was this beautiful, beautiful, embroidered vest. Wearing it over the gown was a random thought that Lanh had, and it worked so beautifully.

Kim-ly thought that the western wedding gown was a dumb idea, but Don's family loved it, they gushed "She looks like a beautiful little doll!" and "She looks like an angel!" Lanh wanted to scream, "I don't look like an angel! I know what an angel looks like, they're tall, and they're beautiful and they're blond and busty, and they're right there behind you!" Every now and then Lanh could see her angels watching her from the safety of the crowd, or from behind the grills. She could tell it was them because they were out of focus while everything around them was sharply in focus. Karole and Past Karole were beginning to realize that Lanh could see them, but they loved this part of Lanh and Don's life so much they didn't want to leave.

Don and Lanh were posing at the tractors, their last photo op before the reception started. The Ford and the John Deere were parked in the open, they were scrubbed and waxed, gleaming in the warm spring sun. Assured that both were free from grease, Mai "allowed" Lanh to clamber into the seat of the ancient John Deere. They posed for numerous shots on that beautiful old green tractor and when the photographer stopped to reload his camera Lanh put the tractor in neutral, turned on the key, and hit the starter button. There was a click, but nothing happened.

Don was standing on the left side of the tractor, and he said, "Give her quarter throttle and half choke." Lanh adjusted the throttle and choke levers and then Don grabbed the flywheel. He turned it toward Lanh a quarter turn, then another quarter turn, then with a tremendous heave he spun it forward as hard as he could. There was a sput, then another sput, then putt, putt, putt and the John Deere reluctantly coughed to life. Lanh's eyes opened wide in delight, and she patted the fender to her right, "Get on!" she called over the sputtering of the engine. Grinning, Don hopped up on the tractor and leaned on the fender next to Lanh. She put the tractor in second gear, eased out the clutch and as the photographer recorded their getaway they trundled off through the orchard.

"Where the hell are they going?" Mai demanded. This is going to throw off the timetable of her carefully scripted afternoon.

"I think it's a mutiny," smiled Tam.

"They won't be long," said Kim-ly.

Rosa dipped a beer out of the cooler, "Not this time anyhow." Tam grinned in agreement then explained to Jake what had happened, and he roared in laughter. Smiling, Tam led Jake up to the hayloft where they could be alone.

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The John Deere ticked as it cooled off, parked next to the camp site in the grove of pines next to the pond. Lanh sat on the edge of the picnic table's tabletop, her bare bottom resting on the cool wood, the skirt of her gown pulled up around her. As she and Don kissed, she fumbled with his belt buckle while his thumb strummed her throbbing clit. "Stop that and help me with your belt."

"I want to make sure you're ready," he insisted.

"I've been ready for two years... please!" Lanh was on fire; she couldn't wait a moment more. The delight in Don's eyes when he reached under her wedding gown and found her pussy bare, no panties in his way, his touch damn near set her over the top. Her bare pussy gently kissing his finger damn near sent him over the top too. His thumb strumming on her sex was more than she needed, she wanted her man inside of her NOW!

His pants hit the ground and he eased his shorts to his knees, then he spit on his hand and lubed his cock while Lanh lay back and hoisted her skirt. His eyes basked on the sight of her sweet little pussy, and the silky ebony hairs of the "Black Forest." He fought the urge to drop to his knees and feast on her juices which were clearly visible, but they didn't have the time.

Lanh was a bit concerned, if she showed her pain Don was going to stop, so she steeled herself for the worst. He brought the head of his cock to her labia and eased his hips forward. Lanh propped herself up on her elbows to watch his cock push into her, she held her breath in anticipation and felt herself stretching, her hymen tearing. He paused and asked, "Are you ok?" his voice almost shaking with concern. Actually, the pain of her hymen tearing wasn't as bad as she was told, but the alien feeling of another human being pushed inside of her most private body part was strange. She was tempted to scream "Stop" because of that strange feeling.

Instead she nodded her head and smiled, "More," her voice was a whisper. He pushed deeper, her warm moist depths caressing his cock as he eased into her vagina. "Oh God!" she groaned, and she lay back on the table, her hands on her knees, pulling them back and holding herself open for him. The feeling of the pushing, the spreading, the stretching... the strange feeling became a good feeling... it's so good... it's a good thing they waited, because if they had done this earlier, it would be all she would want to do - no swimming, no debate, no graduation, just fucking! She mewled in pleasure, the pain was fading, and he was still pushing in slowly... so good...

She couldn't believe the pressure of his cock, stretching her walls, filling her up, and now his hips pressed against her, his pubic hair tickling her clit, he was in! She looked up at him, his eyes were full of concern for her, making her heart leap with love. "Fuck me," she whispered, "nice and easy."

There under the fragrant pines their gasps and cries mixed with the voices of the songbirds as the lovers consummated their love, sealing their vows with their bodies. "I can't hold back," gasped Don, his hips were no longer his to control as his cock slid in and out of her hot, wet, smooth, and strangling tight pussy.

"Don't hold back, give it to me... cum in me!" she demanded and as their bodies began to slap together for the first time. Slap! Slap! Slap! Then he reared back and with a roar shoved as deep as he could, their pubic areas slammed together, she could feel the head of his cock brush lightly against her cervix as it twitched and throbbed, a perfect fit! She could feel his cock pulse as he came in her, filling her up. She wished she could feel his semen splashing into her pussy the same way she could feel it in her mouth. She watched his body shake as his orgasm took control, twitching and grunting and it felt satisfying to know that SHE did that to him. Spent, he fell forward and they kissed, her legs locking around him to hold him tight, she wanted to feel him go soft inside her, and soon he did, the opposite feeling of when he hardened in her mouth and eased down her throat.

"I'm sorry you didn't cum," he whispered as his cock slid out of her. "Tonight..." She silenced him with a kiss. She was just glad he noticed.

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As the time approached for the reception, Mai and Sandy were concerned that the kids ran off and did something stupid. Duong and Ralph meanwhile were positive that the kids ran off and did something worthwhile. The bridesmaids were gathered near the barbeque listening to Rosa discuss grilling with Billy Odegaard when they heard the tractor returning. Tam looked at her tiny watch and smiled, just in time, those kids are good she smiled. She turned to Jake who was sitting next to her getting ready for the show to start. "When Lanh gets here, check her face, tell me if you find something different."

"That didn't take long," said Sydney.

Rosa sipped her illicit beer, "Never does the first time."

Tam and Kim-ly laughed at the wisdom from the mouths of babes.

Soon the Campbells pulled up on their John Deere green limousine, Lanh sitting on Don's lap sideways, and the photographer was there to record their every move. Don parked behind the main tent, and they stepped off the tractor and were able to step around the tent wall and walk right to their seats. To many of the assembled guests it looked like a planned entrance.

"Did you plan it that way?" squealed Sydney as she hugged Lanh.

"Nah, it was that dipity thing," answered Don. The wedding party looked at him, then at each other and searched their minds. "Serendipity? Anyone?" Don rolled his eyes.

"I see what you did there," grinned Rosa, then her grin turned into a frown. "And I don't like it." which caused Lanh to start laughing.

"Wait a minute, something's off here," announced Tam. "That smile... Jake, check her out."

Jake motioned Lanh closer to him and said "Sorry dear, but I have orders, and as the assembled guests watched, Jake gently ran his fingers over her face. Finally, he leaned to her and whispered, "You shouldn't be wearing white, should you?"

She whispered in return, "No, not anymore, and we should be back at the pond finishing up the job."

Her reply made Jake laugh and he hugged her and said, "I'm going to love calling you my little sister, are you deformed like Tam?"

"She's not deformed, she's demented, so yes, I am," and with a faux innocent smile she detached and sat in the chair that Don was holding out for her. As she sat down, her brothers Huy and Trung finally showed up with their dates. First, they had reported to Mai and Duong, their dates apologizing over and over for being late. Then they reported to Ralph and Sandy who were sitting near the head table, then they came up to the head table which was elevated about six inches and made their introductions. First Huy came up with a sweet Asian girl who had died her hair silver blond. "Lanh, Don," started Huy, "you remember Ahnjong, guess what! she's studying to take the bar."

"That's awesome!" cried Lanh and hugged whom she hoped would be her future sister-in-law.

"How's your Korean coming?" asked Ahnjong.

"Not so much," grimaced Lanh, "been busy."

"You should learn, I hear you two are headed for the Air Force, you could end up in Korea," said Ahnjong with a smile.

Next was Trung, his date was a tall pretty white girl with thick dark blond hair and green eyes. "Don, Lanh, this is Angela, she's my... ahhh..."

"Your reason for being late?" asked Lanh. "You used her for an excuse at Christmas... and Thanksgiving if I remember correctly."

"He told me to say I had a blond moment," said Angela as she hugged Lanh.

Don was laughing at that when Bao stepped up to the table. "Hi, I'd like to introduce my date..."

"Wait, let me guess..." said Don, "Rosa Mendez, right?"

"Yeah!" grinned Rosa, "How did ya guess?"

"There's not a lot of Latinas wearing an áo dài running loose in north central Minnesota this time of year," he grinned.

"What's up here... you two... too?" asked a stunned Lanh looking back and forth between her friend and her brother.

"Well, we got to talking at the rehearsal dinner and..." Rosa shrugged with a huge smile.

Eventually everyone took their seats and a fellow with a microphone stepped out to the center of the dancing area. "Hi, I'm Paul Mach, I'll be your MC tonight, if you'll take your seats..." he smiled and waited until everyone was seated. "A couple things to start with, water and soda are free, alcohol is not. Sorry about that but think of it as a donation to Don and Lanh's new house. Also, those wooden mallets at your place setting? They're not for hitting each other, they are for a very special purpose." As soon as he said that several savvy guests started tapping their glassware with their mallets. The sound of the glassware ringing was a signal to Don and Lanh to kiss, which they did.

"That's fun," smiled Lanh.

"It's going to get real boring by the end of the evening," said Don.

"I got some chapstick for ya if you need it," said Rosa.

The MC handed the microphone to Duong. "For those of you that don't know me, I am Nguyen Hieu Duong, just call me Duong." Duong gave a wonderful speech about coming to America, marrying Mai, raising five healthy children and the heartbreak of a preemie that was touch-and-go for months. The miracle child that somehow survived but grew up without joy. And then came Don, "a young man who ignited joy in our baby's life, a child who previously only truly cared for one goldfish.

Suddenly she cared about life, and she blossomed into the joyful woman you see today because of their love. This young man not only loves Lanh, but he loves her family. When a teacher began to pick on Lanh for her race, Don researched her family and learned of our journey. While he was farming, and working at our restaurant, and going to school, and winning medals at swim meets, and romancing our daughter, he was interviewing our family and he wrote a book chronicling our journey here to America, to show that teacher just who she was disparaging. And that's the man that married my baby, and I'm so proud to call you son. Welcome all and please join me in a toast to Don and Lanh Campbell."

After a rousing cheer, followed by the clamor of little wooden mallets tapping on glassware, Don and Lanh kissed until the clamor stopped. Duong handed the microphone back to Paul Mach who continued. "We will begin eating now, once the head table has been served, we'll be calling you up by table numbers. Before we go eat, let's say grace. Father Steinbach and Pastor Loomis tossed a coin to see who would say grace, Father Steinbach won the toss and has elected to pray. Father?" Mr. Mach handed the microphone to Father Steinbach who said a traditional catholic grace.

After grace dinner was served - pulled pork fresh off the spit, barbequed chicken, and literally dozens of side dishes and desserts. Craig served Don while Tam served Lanh. Don looked at his plate, it had pork, a chicken thigh, several salads, and crispy skin from the pig. "Oh yes! Plenty of pork skin, thank you sir," Don said to Craig, "you are truly a scholar and a gentleman."

"Is that what this is?" Lanh said as she picked up a piece of crispy pork skin from his plate. She took a small bite then fell in love with the treat. "Is there a way to serve this in the restaurant?" Tam ended up going back for more pork skin for her baby sister.

Sitting back down Tam turned to Jake and asked, "Did you find a difference in her smile?"

Jake thought about it for a moment, stroked his neatly trimmed beard, and said "Yes, and I don't know how I could describe it."

"She's glowing," said Tam. "It's the best makeup a girl could wear, if we could put that in a bottle..."

Meanwhile a small blond girl, no more than four escaped from her parent, a cousin or family friend, and she crawled up on Don's lap. "Little kids like me," said Don as he fed the tyke some macaroni salad. A collective "Awwwww" went up from the guests in the tent when they saw the little girl on Don's lap.

The little girl pointed at Lanh and asked, "Is she a princess?"

"She is," said Don, "She's the prettiest princess in the kingdom, don't you think?"

The little girl nodded her head vigorously. "Uh huh!"

Lanh leaned forward and gave the little girl a taste of ambrosia, a combination of canned fruit salad, whipped topping, and coconut. "That man you're sitting on is my prince charming," said Lanh as she spoon fed the little girl.

"Really?" The little girl looked at Don with a look of shock and amazement.

Just then the little girl's mother came up and apologized profusely and led her back to their table, the little girl telling her mother the whole time how she sat on Prince Charming's lap. "You made that little girl's evening," smiled Lanh.

"There's another little girl whose evening I plan to make special," replied as he put a forkful of home-made apple slaw in Lanh's mouth.

As the main table finished eating Paul took his place at the microphone. "As Don and Lanh's coach and guidance counselor, I could tell you some stories..." He looked over at Lanh who was shaking her head side to side mouthing the words "no! no!" "... so, I think I will. Don was injured in his junior year so he couldn't compete, heck, he couldn't milk his cows or bus tables at Duong's restaurant where he worked. But Lanh stayed with him and trained him during his recovery. Thanks to her, the words n'yen yen and diddy mau will be in the Grant Valley lexicon for years to come.

"Before Don met Lanh, he was a C minus student and sinking fast. But since they met, he became an A plus student who wrote a research paper so profound that the school is having it published. Before they met, he rarely showed up for gym class, but with her encouragement and training he received a gold medal in regional competition and state swimming competition. As for Lanh, before they met, she was an A plus student who was ready to give up on school and on life in general. Sad and withdrawn, we were terrified that we lost her, and look at her now... four point oh GPA, captain of the three-time champion debate team, and every single swimmer she coached medaled in every competition. She coached two swimmers who went to state competitions, and both came back with the gold. The little girl we thought we lost became valedictorian and student of the year.

"And now here they are, holding hands as husband and wife, wishing I'd shut the hell up. Every teacher has a student that they'll never forget, I have two, and here they are, Mister and Missus Campbell." He raised his champaign flute in honor of the couple and the crowd responded with a loud "Hear hear!" The toast was followed by the banging of the little wooden mallets on the glassware requiring Don and Lanh to kiss.

Paul handed the microphone to Tam, who rose and said "I'm a teacher also, and I pray to God that I don't ever have to go through what these two put their teachers through..." She waited for the chuckling to die down then continued. "To watch these two slowly slip away from you, and there's nothing you can do... poor Donovan, having to watch his mom slowly and painfully pass away, a rural low-income son of a struggling single dad in a suburban school filled with the sons and daughters of affluent people, what does that do to a child?... poor Lanh, so tiny at birth, so weak and helpless, then isolated at school because of her race and jealousy over her academic achievements, the only Asian in her school... what does that do to a child?"