We're a Wonderful Wife Ch. 13

"What about Grand Forks?" Kim-ly sucked up all the courage that she could gather and let her fingers start to explore.

"You lived with us in base housing for months and I only saw you when you were working from the kitchen table or hung over."

"I was hung over most of the time I was working from the kitchen table..." Kim-ly let her fingers roam over his chest, it wasn't as chiseled as it was when he was swimming, but they're home now, maybe a summer or two swimming in the pond... "We had fun in Korea."

Don smiled at the memory of her visit to Korea, she was confused at first, however. "I remember how upset you were, living in a country full of Asians and none of them spoke Vietnamese."

"I wanted to meet new people and the only ones I could speak to, wanted to sell me something." That's it, thought Kim-ly, enough talking. Her mouth closed on his nipple as her hands squeezed his ass cheeks and pulled him tight. Don's cock began to grow as her tongue flickered over his nipple sending jolts of erotic pleasure throughout his body. Now her hand closed around his cock and began stroking. As his cock grew hard Kim-ly smiled and said, "you do like me!"

"Kim-ly, I'm not sure..."

"Shh, let me..." they kissed as her hand stroked his cock. His aching balls needed release so bad, it's been weeks since they've been able to release his tension, months since he and Lanh had been able to make love. Kim-ly moved to his side where he wrapped his arm around her and held her close. They kissed long and sweetly as her hand stroked his aching cock.

God, it felt good! But soon the shaking of his balls began to hurt. Each stroke of his cock made his aching balls bang together and it was starting to hurt a lot. "Kim, stop. Please."

"What's wrong?"

"I'm aching, my balls... please stop."

No stranger to blue balls, she's caused enough, Kim-ly eased down to her knees and began to gently lick his cock as her hand cradled his swollen balls. That was so much nicer, easing him closer and closer to orgasm as her mouth gently glided up and down the length of his shaft. Soon he was at the very edge of cumming and beautiful Kim-ly continued her ministrations, her tongue massaging the sensitive underside of his cock, his body tensing. He was going out of his mind with her skillful sucking, but he still couldn't cum.

Kim-ly looked up at Don, she's had enough men in agony because of her, she knew what she was doing. She winked at him, kissed the head of his cock, and whispered to it, "Cum in my mouth, it's ok." Then taking the big, swollen head in her mouth she swirled her tongue around and around the head of his cock, massaging the underside behind the head, sliding her lips up and down with a hungry "mmm... mmm... mmm..." with every plunge of her mouth taking him a little deeper into her mouth and throat. At the same time that her sucking mouth slid up and down his cock, one hand gently cradled his balls while the other hand stroked up and down his length in time with her lips.

This was the cock of her dreams. Ever since the day that she and Tam walked in on Don and Lanh here at the farmhouse and saw eighteen-year-old Lanh swallow the entire length of Don's large cock, no other cock has been good enough for Kim-ly. Now she was trying to match her little sister's feat, but she started gagging, she just couldn't get the last few inches in. "It's ok," whispered Lanh, "don't force yourself, he hates that. Just relax and have fun." Lanh had joined them in the shower and was giving blowjob advice to her older sister.

Kim-ly gave Lanh a sweet kiss then turned back to Don's cock and Lanh straightened and leaned on Don's side. He wrapped an arm around his tiny wife and pulled her close as she whispered, "Cum for us." She leaned forward and started to suckle on his nipple while she reached around behind him, a fingertip exploring his asshole. The minute her tiny finger touched his sphincter, Don groaned "I'm cumming!"

Waves of blissful relief washed over Don as his cock spurted over and over into Kim-ly's thirsty mouth. If the first spurt caught her by surprise, she didn't show it. Then Don and Lanh's lips met, and his tongue began fucking into Lanh's mouth, his groans of ecstasy muffled by their kiss. The sensation was incredible, almost mind blowing to be kissing Lanh as his cock spurted into Kim-ly's mouth. Thankfully Kim-ly eased up on her blowjob as his orgasm waned so the sensation didn't become unbearable. Don fell back against the shower wall and slid to the floor and the two girls slid down with him. "That was truly amazing," he groaned as he sat on the floor of the shower.

Kim-ly gave him a closed lip smile that looked like she had a challenge in mind, and Don pulled her close and kissed her deeply and passionately. For her part Kim-ly was stunned that he kissed her after a blow job, so few men she knew did that, and she was utterly shocked when after the kiss he said, "Thank you."

"Who says thank you after a blowjob?" Kim-ly asked.

"He does," said Lanh. "Every time."

"You just did my favorite thing in the world for me," said Don, "why wouldn't I say thank you?"

"I don't know, it just seems weird. But you kissed me, that was pretty cool, most guys avoid my mouth like the plague afterward."

"Get used to it, he does that every time also," said Lanh.

"I love kissing women after a blowjob, I love the feel of their lips, all puffy and hot, and their mouths are so warm..." he kissed her again and said, "Thank you" one more time.

Kim-ly chuckled, "You're such a jerk," and threw her arms around him. Laughing, Don and Kim-ly got up then carefully helped Lanh to her feet. They ended up in bed with Lanh sitting at the head of the bed and Don wrestled Kim-ly around until she was laying sideways across the bed with her head in Lanh's lap. Don began licking Kim-ly's pedicured toes which caused the beauty to start wriggling and kicking, and fighting to keep quiet so she didn't wake the baby in the next room.

Don's kisses found their way up Kim-ly's legs growing closer and closer to her pussy. The beautiful Asian grinned, she was finally going to feel Don's mouth on her pussy. Lanh had told her in the past how he loved to go down on her, and now he's almost there for Kim-ly. She whimpered in need as his lips drew closer and closer to her hot, wet cunt. Don could smell her excitement, and her perfume egged him on.

Time seemed to stand still for Kim-ly as the man she loved slowly lowered his head to her pussy. She found herself holding her legs open wide with her hands, offering her pussy up to him but it seemed like he was taunting her. Finally, it was Lanh who put an end to Don's teasing, she reached forward and twined her fingers in Don's hair and guided her husband's head to her sisters cunt.

"Ahhhh," gasped Kim-ly softly as his tongue flickered gently over her clit, it's been so long! The last time a man touched her pussy was before Don was injured, and that guy could not lick a pussy like Don was doing to her. Kim-ly gasped and groaned as quietly as she could but Don was pressing all the right buttons. His tongue flittered over her clit and lips as gentle as a butterfly but soon he was tongue fucking her pussy with all the gusto that she needed. Soon he was fucking her pussy with two fingers and sliding his fingertips against her G spot while his tongue continued to lap at her clit. She felt the fingers of his free hand begin to twist and pinch her right nipple, but she also felt her left nipple being pinched and pulled. A quick glance showed Kim-ly that it was Lanh who was stimulating her left nipple and the realization was like throwing gas on a fire.

Kim-ly's hips began to rise, pressing against Don's mouth trying to get his fingers inside of her deeper... all the while her sister held Don's mouth to task keeping his mouth worrying on Kim-ly's clit like Don has done for Lanh countless times. The realization that the two people she loved most were giving her such bliss set her off. An orgasm that rattled her teeth and short circuited her brain washed over her, and her body went into spasm after spasm, shaking and shuddering, waves of blessed release crashing over her. Kim-ly's fingers clawed the sheets and she bit down on her lower lip, desperate to hold back her shrieks of delight.

Soon she relaxed, her needs sated, her passions cooled, and her breathing slowed. "Oh my god," she gasped. "My leg... it won't stop shaking."

"I know," smiled Lanh who quite often has the same reaction.

They snuggled with Kim-ly in the middle, occasionally Don would lean over Kim-ly to kiss his wife, and occasionally he'd kiss Kim-ly. Eventually Kim-ly and Lanh got up to put on night gowns and when they returned to bed Don was asleep.

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Don stood on the porch of an ancient cabin. The weather was frigid, and the wind blew so hard that Don thought it would knock the old building over. The cabin was a ramshackle looking thing that appeared to be built out of old packing crates. A pair of ancient snowshoes hung on a nail by the door, a pair of crossed wooden skis stood by at the ready also. Most of the porch was covered with stacked firewood.

Don realized that he had a plastic bag in his hand, in the bag was a white foam take out box that had a post-it note the kind of which the cashier at Nguyen Pho uses to mark to-go and DoorDash orders. This note simply said "Grandma Noah" in Karole's distinctive, blocky but still feminine handwriting. Don knocked on the door and the jazz music that was emanating from the cabin stopped and a voice said, "Come on in!"

Don slowly opened the door and entered. "Come on in! Jes don't bring ol' man winter in with you." He closed the door and turned and saw a wizen old black woman sitting in a rocking chair in front of the fire, a warm quilt on her lap and a tall glass of what looked like lemonade on her side table.

"I have a delivery for Grandma Noah..." he said, and he held out the bag.

"Ah! My bánh mì! Bring it here!" The old lady cackled with joy as she opened up the bag then opened the white take-out tray to reveal the perfect bánh mì. A Vietnamese submarine sandwich made from a fresh made baguette filled with shredded pork, sliced cucumber, cilantro leaves along with pickled carrot and daikon radish slices and mayonnaise. That mystery was solved, it's not from Nguyen Pho. Duong and Mai do not like bánh mì, they say that the bread is too much work, so it isn't even hinted at in their restaurant.

The old lady eyed her sandwich hungrily and said, "as soon as I find my teeth, I'm going to have my lunch!" She looked at it one last time before closing up the box. "It looks like little Sophie made this one, she's got the touch! After her Uncle Trung makes the bread, that girl makes sandwich magic!"

Grandma Noah threw off the quilt that was covering her legs to reveal she was wearing men's trousers and men's slippers. "Let me find your tip..." She placed her sandwich on the side table and started looking for something on the mantle over the fireplace.

"I don't need a tip," Don started.

"Oh, but you do!" She lifted a small toy boat off the mantle and handed it to Don. It was a nice model, nothing fancy, but too nice to be a bathtub toy. It looked like one of those large yachts that he and Lanh saw rich people sitting on at the marinas when they visited Royce and Annie. The boat had a name, something Dream, he couldn't tell because there was a stern door open that covered the first word. "Now you come along, your wives are waiting for you," Grandpa Noah said.

Don looked up from the boat and the person in the room was a very old black man. Grandma Noah's silver afro was now just a silver stubble, and her strong chin was now covered with a silver beard. "Wha... what happened?"

"This is just a reminder that things have changed, ever since that young girl saved your wife and surprised us all, nothing is the same. Those nightmares of yours are gone, aren't they?"

"Mostly..."

"And that lady of yours is healthy and happy, right?"

"Sort of..."

"Both of them, right?"

"I don't know..."

Grandpa Noah opened the front door, and it was HOT outside, stifling hot. The snow was gone, and the forest was thick with green leaves. A wide lazy creek oozed past the cabin and Don could see a rowboat headed their way. "Here's your tip," said Grandpa Noah and he tapped a long boney finger on the toy boat that Don held. "The only thing better than having a boat is having a friend with a boat."

"Wha...?"

"Never turn down the offer of a boat ride," said Grandpa Noah with a wide grin and a wink.

"Huh?" Don woke and found himself snuggled between Lanh and Kim-ly, and the two of them were generating incredible heat. Coupled with the two heavy quilts the girls pulled over themselves, Don was roasting. He wiggled free from between the two women, crawled to the end of the bed, then walked out to the sitting room to check on Danh. The little guy was out like a light, his plush caterpillar cradled in his arm. The pacifier in his mouth moved occasionally as he sucked on it.

The fire in the fireplace was a pile of glowing red embers that crackled softly. Don put a couple more pieces of wood on the embers and sat in his wingback chair and watched as an occasional small flame appeared and began to illuminate the room that he built for Lanh. The hand carved cuckoo clock on the wall ticked away, it was still before midnight. Shadows danced on the walls as Don pulled a blanket over his lap, he was starting to feel upset. As he sat and pondered his actions the wind came up, the house shook with each gust. Being recently rebuilt, the former bunkhouse was well insulated against the winter blast, but Don was chilled to the bone by memories of storms in his youth.

"What's wrong?" Lanh asked as she eased into his lap.

"What makes you think something is wrong?" he asked as he pulled the warm throw onto their laps.

"You're here feeling guilty about the sex we had with my sister and you're agonizing over where we are going in our relationship with Kim-ly."

Don looked at Lanh in shock, she knew exactly what was going on in his head. Before he could speak, Kim-ly sat in the chair next to him and leaned on his shoulder. "Typical man, he's worried about this room, he put so much work into it for you and he's afraid to tell me to get out."

"I don't know why you girls need me here, you got everything covered."

Lanh hugged her man close, "you're worried, and we worry about you." With a finger she lifted Don's chin and looked deep into his sky-blue eyes. "It's ok, I understand." Her eyes began to glisten with tears, "Somebody told me about a bottle of pills you carried with you."

"Are you mad?"

Lanh smiled softly, she was so beautiful in the flickering firelight, a tear started to ease down her cheek. "No." She smiled a bittersweet smile, and her eyes sparkled. "Now I know if I didn't live, I wouldn't have been alone... you would have been there for me. But that means you weren't taking your pain meds, instead you were collecting them." She frowned and shook her head. "I made sure somebody put them in your dresser drawer." Their foreheads touched and they rubbed their noses. "I love you," said Lanh, "You are my man, and I am never going to give you up." They kissed long and passionately and when their lips parted a hand on his cheek urged him to turn to Kim-ly who was looking misty also.

"I love you," she whispered. "I know Lanh will always be number one in your heart. I know I can never take her place and I don't want to, so I'm not going to try. It's just..." the Asian beauty teared up as she searched for the words, "I don't mind being alone, but I'm tired of being lonely, does that make sense? I don't want a husband, but I want a father for our son, I want a fuck buddy, and sometimes when I want to be close... can we do this?"

Don was confused, normally shouldn't Lanh and Kim-ly, the wife and the mistress be beating the hell out of each other? He started to turn to Lanh but Kim-ly said, "I asked you a question, not her." She sounded angry.

"This is a question that involves both of us, Lanh and I, we're a team."

Kim-ly smiled and kissed his cheek, "good answer."

Don looked at Lanh, who smiled and nodded, agreeing with Kim-ly. Keeping his eyes on Lanh he said, "I do love you Kim-ly, but let's take it one day at a time, ok?"

"That will work," said Kim-ly hugging Don from behind and nibbling at the back of his neck.

After being kissed in front and back Don realized that he passed a test of some type, but was it him that was being tested or was it Lanh and Kim-ly testing their new relationship? But there was something else he needed to know first, "how did you guys figure out what was bothering me?" he finally asked.

"That's easy," said Lanh. "When something is on your mind, you talk in your sleep."

"Scared the hell out of me," agreed Kim-ly.

"Let's go back to bed," groaned Don. He felt greatly relieved, but still confused.

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They were housebound for the next three days as the late winter storm vented its fury before it blew itself out. Don set up a rope between the house and the barn, a lifeline to safely navigate back and forth. It's a sad fact of life in Minnesota but occasionally a farmer will get confused in a white-out and lose his way walking from his barn and his house and freeze to death just a few yards from safety. The orange nylon rope that Don set up was needed on several occasions as cows were milked and Don and Ralph took turns manning the snow blower clearing a path between the house and the barn and the tractor shed. They also made sure that the exits were clear and that the wood boxes for the living room and bunk house fireplaces were full of good, seasoned firewood.

Lanh wanted desperately to get out of the house and help with milking when she discovered that none of the cows had been named. Someone had to name them, she insisted. Sadly, they lost three cows to the fury of the storm and had to drag the bodies out of the feedlot with a bobcat loader. They were set aside on plastic sheets so they wouldn't freeze to the ground and will be dealt with after the storm passes.

On the plus side, Danh loved the attention he was getting and loved showing off his new walking skills without Krissy upstaging him. He toddled around the living room from Ralph, to Sandy, to Lanh, to Kim-ly then back to Ralph, laughing as he walked past Don who sat on the floor and tried to grab him.

As they laughed at Danh's teasing of his dad Karole called to see how they were doing. It's only been a couple of days since they parted ways, yet they call each other several times a day and share the option to hear her cheery southern accent; they missed their heroine. Kim-ly placed her phone on the coffee table and she, Lanh, and Don gathered around it. "How is it going in the restaurant?" asked Kim-ly knowing that her father wouldn't close. "Getting lots of customers?"

"We're getting some," said Karole. "Duong said that we're not going to lock the doors, somebody may need us. I've been parked at the cash register and Chau has been training me." Chau is Rosa and Bao's oldest daughter and she's been working at the restaurant since she was born. "We're getting a lot of take-out orders, lots of bánh mì to go."

"Bánh mì?" asked Don, his mouth went suddenly dry, and his stomach knotted up tight. He remembered Mai emphatically declaring there would be no bánh mì in their restaurant.