We're a Wonderful Wife Ch. 08

Don

Lanh read and re-read the letter, her blood turning to ice in her veins. How dare he! She stormed into the living room and saw Don lying on the floor. He had obviously fallen and was trying to get to a chair to get up, too stubborn to call for help, his face was a mask of pain and frustration. She stood over him for a moment, waiting for a remark. Before he left for Saudi Arabia, he would have noticed that she was naked under the silk robe before anything else and commented on it, now she isn't sure if he realized she was standing over him.

With a bare foot she pushed him onto his back, the only sound in the house was the crackling and popping of the fire in the fireplace. He finally looked up at her, his breath came in wheezing gasps. She didn't care, she was angry. "When you show me?" she shouted holding the letter in one hand, then her anger building even higher, and her English was devolving, her accent more pronounced. She gave up on English in her anger and shouted "Khi nào anh sẽ cho tôi xem cái này?" (When were you going to show me this?)

Oh God, he groaned inwardly, she found that note. He tried to swallow, but a huge lump in his throat made it nearly impossible. Slowly with a lot of mispronunciations he said, "Tuần trước, nhưng tôi đã rất sợ hãi." (Last week, but I got scared.) Then he said in plain English, "I didn't have the guts... just add that to my list of failures."

She squatted down and leaned over him, there was fire in her eyes that Don had never seen before. "If I take those positions and move to Greeley, will you come with me?" Her voice was forceful and demanding.

"I... I..." He took a deep breath and said the most painful thing he ever uttered in his life. "I can't. I can't drag you down with me."

"Fine, I call and tell them I decline their offer," insisted Lanh.

"You can't!"

"I stay here and work the farm with Ralph. You can cook, Problem solved," and that was that.

"Em yêu, you..."

"DO NOT call me sweetheart if you want me to leave you!"

"... these offers... it's your dream... I just ruin everything..."

"I do not marry Northern Colorado University, I marry YOU," Lanh nearly shouted. "Where you go, I go. Where you live, I live." She leaned close until their noses almost touched. "My dream is not a job, my dream is YOU, my dream is US!" Her accent was horribly pronounced, and her eyes were filled with her own pain as she whispered, "You save me from Joshua Grimes when he try to rape me. When doctor tell me I'm barren, I broken, useless empty shell. You carry me, you heal me, took years! Now it my turn to heal you. Let me save you! Do not take my dream!"

Don's internal agony was now intensified, instead of setting Lanh free he hurt her even more. He was trapped in a hell of his own creation, and he dragged Lanh into it with him and he had no idea how to make amends. "I don't know what to do... I don't know what to say..." He was lost.

"Say it," she demanded as she straddled him, then her voice softened to a kind persuasion, "tell me again." He looked confused, so she started. "I, Nguyen Huong Lanh, take you Donovan Aloysius Campbell to my wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, all the days of my life, till death do us part."

Slowly, as if coming out of a dream Don repeated the words they practiced almost fifteen years ago with the little change they added for their wedding, "I, Donovan Aloysius Campbell, take you Nguyen Huong Lanh to my wedded wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, all the days of my life, till death do us part."

When he finished their lips met, their tongues gently touched and caressed each other. Then suddenly her tongue drove deep into his mouth, their mouths pressing together tightly. She began tongue fucking his mouth, her tongue sliding in deep, claiming his mouth as her own, this was the most intense kiss he's ever experienced. Despite the pain in his back and his hip and his heart he found his cock getting hard. When their lips parted, Don took a shuddering breath, he felt almost like he was forgiven for the grievous sin of being a burden. "Where do we go from here, Dragon Lady?" he gasped.

Lanh smiled, one of those joyful, full-face smiles, even her eyes radiated joy. "It is simple Agent Double Oh Seven and Five Eighths, we accept offers, we hunt houses." Her voice became calm, her grasp of English returned indicating she was feeling secure. "We get you into the VA and we transfer to the Denver VA system." She sat up straight and moved forward. "But first we send out invitations..."

She opened her robe and lined up her pussy with his mouth. He capitulated, he was now her possession, her fuck toy, hers to use however she wants. For incentive as he heals, she'll let him return to the driver's seat, but right now... she lowered her pussy on to his waiting tongue. "Invitations for what?" he got out before her pussy covered his mouth. He looked up at her and his eyes focused on her firm breasts, her nipples swollen and hard like when they were young, before they learned what pain was all about.

Don could smell her excitement as she lowered herself to his face. They've played games before and she often enjoyed being the bottom in games of dominance, but rarely was she the top. Tonight, Don realized that this wasn't a game, she was now in charge of their marriage and their sex life, and he was in no position to negotiate. With a muffled pant he welcomed her sodden pussy to his nose and mouth. Her soft pubic hairs tickled his nose, her scent filled his senses and his sinuses, he tried to say "Lanh a Chi yêu em," (I love you) but her cunt silenced his words.

"The invitations?" her eyes rolled up and she gasped as her twat made contact with his mouth. "For renewing our vows." When she said that his tongue began thrusting, "Ohhh... that's beautiful," she gasped as his tongue slithered into her cunt. "What did I tell you back then, do you remember?"

Don's reply was muffled as he continued to thrust his tongue into her, now he shifted his tongue flickering over her swollen, tingling clit. His hands cupping her cute ass cheeks and he lifted her up a bit so he could breathe. He didn't remember, so she reminded him of the first words she said to him as his wife. "You have fallen into my trap Dr. Campbell; you are all mine!"

She began moving her hips back and forth, rubbing her pussy on his face. The feeling of his lips and tongue slobbering over her pussy, suckling on her lips and clitoris, swallowing her juices as they flowed from her overwhelmed the tiny Asian woman. She sighed and her whole body relaxed as she let the divine waves of erotic sensation wash over her; he was so good at wringing orgasm after orgasm out of her but now she's in complete control and she wanted this at her own pace.

She whispered, "Don't move!" and she got up and turned around. Now she lowered her clit into his mouth, his nose slipped between her nether lips, he was smothered by her cunt, and she loved the power she had now. As the sexual tension began to build her eyes rolled up in her head. "Oh God it's so good," she groaned.

Don began suckling on her clit, his tongue was strumming it sending thrills through her body that penetrated her very soul. She noticed his erect cock rising, she opened his robe and it poked upward, seeking her slit, which was otherwise occupied. Her breath was coming in gasps, and she opened her robe wider, her hands seeking her small firm breasts. She squeezed them and pinched her nipples, delighting in the electrical jolts of pleasure that radiated from each pinch and squeeze. She moved forward bringing her pussy in line with his mouth and relished in the exquisite sensation of his tongue sliding into her pussy. She rubbed her clit on his chin and groaned at the multiple inputs. "Soooo goooood," she sighed, "don't stop."

She felt his nose, now embedded between her small ass cheeks, and she wanted more. She shifted forward lining up her ass with his mouth. "Hậu môn của tôi!" (my anus) she gasped. He complied and she now felt his tongue circle her tiny starfish. The feeling was so sensuous, so different from the stimulation he gave her vagina, so delightful! Her right hand left her breast and traveled down to her clit, and she began to strum it gently.

Through her heavy lidded eyes she saw Don's hand reaching for his throbbing cock. She slapped his hand and said "Chưa em yêu." (Not yet sweetie). His response was to drive his tongue into her tiny anal pore. She gasped as snakey pleasure began to radiate from her rectum. His tongue slithered inside of her anus causing her to moan "Oh God, don't stop!"

She leaned back, driving her ass down onto his mouth, allowing him to delve deeper into her guts, oh God this felt so weird, yet so good. She needed more, she collapsed forward onto her hands, staring at his cock which was throbbing, it looked harder now than it has been in a year. She felt him trying to get back to her ass and she gasped, "Am dao!" Don understood, he made sure he knew as many Vietnamese words as possible that could be used in this situation and directed his questing tongue to her pussy as she had demanded. "Am dao cua toi!" (My cunt!) she gasped.

She was propping herself up with one hand now, her other hand pinched and stretched a nipple, her mouth hung open as she gasped and panted. The thrills his tongue created pushed her higher but it still wasn't enough. "Am vat!" she demanded, "Am vat cua toi!" and she leaned further forward giving him full access to her clit.

His mouth closed over her clit and as that happened, she felt two fingers penetrate her pussy and begin fucking her, the sensations were overwhelming her. First the dominating her husband was a huge turn-on, queening him was intense, but now his fevered sucking and fucking, and now a finger joined in her ass, she felt her tiny passage being invaded by a finger... now two fingers, and now the fucking started in earnest of both of her holes. His free hand pressed down on the small of her back, trapping her, she couldn't escape if she wanted to. The tide has turned; Agent Double Oh Seven and Five Eighths has trapped the Dragon Lady, latching on to her clit like it was a nipple, savagely fingerfucking her cunt and her ass. She was a prisoner of the sensations that she demanded of him.

"Don't stop! Don't stop!" she gasped over and over, "Doong zung lai!" Then suddenly "Toi cực khoái! I'm cumming!" She lost control of her body, and she slumped down onto Don as wave after wave of mind bending release crashed over her. Fluid gushed out of her into Don's mouth, and he continued to suckle on her clit, driving her out of her mind. "Oh God! Uunngghh! Uuuhhh!" She lay completely down using his thigh as a pillow and groaned incoherently as she surrendered to the powerful orgasm.

"Aahhh!" came a cry of female passion. Lanh was out of her mind, still cumming, but she knew that wasn't her. She looked up and saw Kim-ly crawling across the living room floor from her seat in Ralph's recliner where she watched and masturbated unnoticed. Her face was painted with a mischievous smile as she grabbed Lanh's hair and lifted her face from Don's thigh. Lanh whimpered, Kim-ly's appearance if anything increased Lanh's pleasure, which panicked her. Wouldn't a proper lady react differently if she was spied on by her sister? Then her orgasm spiked again as Kim-ly eased her tongue into Lanh's mouth.

It was a kiss for the ages. The two sisters that teased and taunted each other for their entire lives were now passionately kissing, their familial love suddenly reached a crescendo as their lips met. Lanh tried to pull away, but Kim-ly's grip on her hair held her fast to her mouth, and Don's hand on her back held her fast to his mouth. As Don finger fucked her pussy and ass, Kim-ly tongue fucked her mouth, and the situation started a second orgasm that shook Lanh to her soul.

Kim-ly finally broke the kiss and Lanh looked at her, wild eyed and mouth wide open. Kim-ly smiled and with one hand lifted Don's iron hard cock into line with Lanh's mouth, then still holding Lanh's hair she pushed Lanh's mouth down over Don's cock. She shoved half of his length into Lanh's mouth, then lifted Lanh until only the bulbous head remained to be tortured by Lanh's flickering tongue. After a pause, Kim-ly pushed Lanh's head back down on his throbbing length; Don groaned in gratitude and delight as his wife engulphed his throbbing cock. He felt her lips slide up and down his aching erection several times, then Lanh lifted her head and glared into Kim-ly's eyes. "Do not move," she said to Kim-ly, but Don answered, "Yes mistress," at the same time Kim-ly said it very quietly.

Lanh eased out from under her robe which was covering Don's face. As she stood Kim-ly leaned forward and kissed Lanh's thatch of pubic hair causing Lanh to whimper, not from the feeling of Kim-ly kissing her, but the picture in her mind of her sister kissing her there was so highly erotic! Carefully she eased to the side and pointed to Kim-ly.

Don was ready to cum, he trembled holding back the flood, and now he felt her hand grasp his cock as she straddled him, then her pussy engulfed him, oh god, he needed to cum so bad, but she just started... "I'm going..."

"Im lặng!" (Silence!) Lanh demanded. This was the only way...

Don held his tongue and allowed that pussy to slide and down his pole until he could hold it back no longer and with a strangled cry he came explosively. Spurt after spurt of Don's hot, musky, semen splattered into her cunt. Don felt her pussy pull away and Lanh lay down between his legs and began cleaning his cock with her mouth. She tried to swallow but it was so difficult, his big cock in her mouth, his sperm was everywhere then there was Kim-ly's whispered request, "Save me some."

Finally, the deluge ended, Don twisted his hips to get his cock out of her oral grasp, the sensations were too intense. As he twisted away, Lanh shared his cum with Kim-ly in another deep, passionate kiss.

Finally, Kim-ly crept back and snuck out of the room, sure that Don never saw her because Lanh's robe was covering his head. Lanh got a mink blanket to snuggle under, but it was so toasty warm in front of the fire that they rolled on top of the blanket and cuddled in the light of the fire. The soft music, the lights from the tree, the fragrance of the tree and the birchwood fire, the pain and sorrow of the past year were not forgotten, but the sting is easing. "Greeley? Have we ever been to Greeley?" Don whispered.

"When we were in Tech School, they had that train museum."

"Oh yeah... but can we afford to move?"

"I'll ask our accountant," she whispered, but she thought back to their kisses and began to see her sister in a whole new light. She looked over at Ralph's Chair and Kim-ly had eased back into it, her pale legs now visible in the flickering firelight. And in Sandy's chair just next to it sat... her angel. Lanh couldn't see her hair but she thought it was the angel with the purple tip hair. Either way, life suddenly got very complicated for Lanh.

PHOTOGRAPH

Don and Lanh are standing in front of a house, a very nice ranch style, they're holding a realtor's sign, the sign has a banner across it that says SOLD. A handwritten note under the picture says, "Our first house, Greeley Colorado"