We're a Wonderful Wife

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We're a Wonderful Wife

. This is what happens when a writer falls in love with his characters, the writer just doesn't let go. I wrote a story for the Winter Holidays contest and missed the deadline because I just couldn't let go. After missing the deadline I started to write the back story and fell in love with them even more. There is even a tie-in with the Stormwatch series, but it's far down the tracks in this tale. When looking for a way to start the back story, I decided to start at the end, that way when you read the end from a different perspective you know that the story is over. The idea made sense at the time, let's see if it works.

As always, I write in the "today" whenever your today is, except for when I give a disclaimer like this one. We start about 20 years ago from today and eventually catch up to today, whenever that is. This may sound like an entry for the Winter Holiday contest, and one chapter will be submitted to the Winter Holiday 2022 contest, but not this part. You also may get the impression that I have a thing for snow storms... Imagine my surprise when I realized that not everyone gets buried under several feet of snow every year, so this is my way of sharing the "joy" of being stuck in a house for days on end while snow piles up, doors freeze shut, and cars won't start. As always please make sure your seat belts are fastened, your tray tables are stowed and your seat backs are in a comfortable reading position. Keep your hands and feet inside the car at all times until the story comes to a complete end.

All characters in this story that are engaged in adult activities are adults even though they may not act like it all of the time. Don't worry about the kids in the story, they will behave. They're good kids, they can hold off until they're 18.

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Kim-ly was rousted out of her sleep on this icy Christmas morning by two of her most favorite people on earth and before she realized what was happening they stripped her of her nightgown and proceeded to use her body in ways that even her lustiest dreams were milquetoast in comparison. "Why?" she gasped, "Why now?"

Kim-ly found herself kneeling upright on the bed and was sandwiched between a beautiful, buxom platinum blond and one of the most loving men she's ever met. Their hands roamed over her body without mercy, stroking and petting, their mouths kissing and suckling on her neck, she could feel his hard cock pressing against her back while his hands drove her out of her mind. He reached around and sought out her pussy and fumbled through her silky pubic hair and dove for her clit. Contact! "Too much," she groaned.

The blond stopped suckling on Kim-ly's nipple long enough to say, "We're just getting started darling."

"No..." gasped Kim-ly, "not without coffee, I need... upl!" a finger soaked with her own juices was put in her mouth.

"You seem ready already darling," sighed the blond. "I am too."

Kim-ly's beautiful black almond shaped eyes rolled in pleasure as the four hands and two mouths touched her everywhere she's been aching to be touched for so long. Always the wiseass, Kim-ly never revealed her feelings when a crude joke would suffice. "What is this? Fuck the Asian day?"

The platinum blond held Kim-ly's face still and gazed into her eyes, dark brown almost black Asian eyes met lustrous green Caucasian eyes. "Yes! And you're our grand prize winner!" and their lips met. In a morning of shocks, this was the top shock, that girl can kiss! thought Kim-ly. As the blond's tongue probed deep into Kim-ly's mouth, the man's hands became more gentle, gently stroking her clit and teasing a nipple, then she felt his lips at her ear.

"We love you Kim-ly, you're a part of us and we can't bear to lose you," he whispered.

The blond broke off the kiss leaving Kim-ly stunned, she's never been kissed like that by man or woman in her 35 kink filled years. The blond's eyes were softer now, maybe even tear filled. "He's right, we love you. If you want to go we won't stop you, and if you want us to stop we will, but this is something we've wanted to do for a long time..."

Kim-ly pulled the blond to her and silenced her with a kiss. "No decisions like that before coffee!"

The blond grinned as relief coursed through her body, she didn't say stop! "Coffee or not, I'm going to try to sway your vote."

"I dare you," grinned Kim-ly, but inside she was screaming, "They want me!"

The blond started kissing her way down Kim-ly's soft, surprisingly curvaceous body paying attention to her large, hard nipples, and round breasts. "She's right, we've wanted this for a long time," he whispered in her ear.

Kim-ly arched her back and groaned trying to push more breast into the blond's mouth, "Why didn't you say anything? OhGodThatsGOOD!" The blond left Kim-ly's breasts and started to kiss her way down Kim-ly's narrow waist and flat tummy getting nearer and nearer to Kim-ly's pussy.

"You know, life. It's been a long, long..." he choked up but Kim-ly twisted in his arms and brought her lips to his and silenced him with a kiss. Their tongues were tentative, gently probing, reaching for each other and when they finally connected the kiss beaconed Kim-ly to heaven. It went on forever, a kiss that she waited so long for, one she never dared dream was possible. They were only interrupted by the blond pushing Kim-ly's legs apart.

"I wanted this too," Kim-ly gasped as their kiss ended and the blond's tongue began to flick her labia gently. "Oh God how I need this," she gasped then fell forward, catching herself on her hands, staring at a patch of platinum blond pubic hair. "God damn!" thought Kim-ly, "she really is a natural blond!" and she lowered her mouth to the blond pussy as the blond guided the mans long, thick cock into her cunt.

The woman she was kneeling over in a perfect 69 had the most delicious pussy she had ever encountered and Kim-ly found herself addicted to the juices that flowed from the blond's pussy, but suddenly the buxom blond was pushing Kim-ly away. She had already cum several times tonight and Kim-ly's lips and tongue were becoming a sweet torture to her pleasure ravaged body. "No more," she gasped, "please..."

Kim-ly stopped her oral loving on the pussy set before her and just concentrated on the cock that was pounding her into sensual oblivion. The blond twisted out from under her, but remained licking the back of Kim-ly's neck which turned Kim-ly on even more. Head down, ass up, the hot 35-year-old Asian beauty was in heaven. Her fucker was pounding her with a nice steady rhythm, his hands gripped her hips, owning her, and she let him take full control. This was a fuck for the ages, a fuck she had waited years for, and now she was being rewarded for her patience. As her orgasm ravaged her mind and body, she could hear the blond say, "He's nowhere near coming, I drained him earlier, so this is all for you. Merry Christmas honey."

Kim-ly's coal black eyes rolled back in her head as she groaned "Best Christmas present ever!"

The sun was just starting to come up, the sky she could see outside the bedroom window was starting to lighten up, and his cock was relentless. It was so long since she had a cock in her pussy, and even longer since she had someone who could wield a cock properly. She once spied on this cock slamming another pussy years ago as she diddled herself to an incredible orgasm. Oh god, just thinking of that night back then caused another brain rattling orgasm! "Fuck! Me! Fuck! Me! Fuck! Me!" She chanted this mantra in time with his pounding rhythm, another orgasm was building and the previous one hasn't finished yet!

"Harder! Harder!" she gasped, "You can't hurt me... I won't break..." His strokes became more forceful, the sound of their flesh slapping together filled the room. "Fuck that pussy!" she groaned into the mattress. The blond wriggled free then reached under Kim-ly and her fingers searched for a nipple to twist, meanwhile another finger probed for her asshole. Her fingers found their targets at the same time and as she twisted Kim-ly's nipple she began to fingerbang the Asian's virgin asshole hard.

Oh God! That did it! The strongest orgasm in Kim-ly's life hit her like a freight train and Kim-ly started yelling in her first language "

Đi đi mau! Đi đi mau!

" Vietnamese for "Go! Go! and Kim-ly knew it would spur him on. His hips were a blur as he pounded her pussy into a foaming lather. Kim-ly bit the blankets and screamed a muffled scream as hard as she could. This was fucking!

His piledriving hips ram fucked her as he pounded his way to his own climax. "C-C-CUMING!" he roared as he slammed his hips forward and his cock began to spurt his semen into her vagina, splashing against her cervix. With a very unlady like grunt, Kim-ly collapsed on the bed, that marvelous cock still imbedded deep in her body squirting what seemed like a gallon of sperm into her, her lover collapsed on her back, pinning her to his bed. She relished in the feel of his cock going soft inside of her, she wanted to shout "Mission Accomplished!"

Exhausted he rolled off to one side of her and that big titty blond curled up on the other side. She rolled to face the blond and they kissed gently. She felt her hair being moved to the side and the big dicked man began to gently kiss the back of her neck. She's waited her whole life for this moment, not just the mind-bending sex, but cuddling in post coital bliss with a lover who really, really cared for her but would also let her up to do her own thing. Maybe that's what she wanted for Christmas most, a caring lover, and now she's sandwiched between two. Her heart leapt with a joy she didn't know was possible. The three of them snuggled closer as they absorbed the knowledge that their lives have been inexorably changed forever.

Two thoughts popped into Kim-ly's mind, first she came into this knowing that she didn't use birth control, his sperm could be reaching her egg any time. Her second thought was:

I hope I didn't wake the kids!

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Kim-ly's first and only other three-way happened years before when she was an eighteen-year-old sophomore at the State University of Minnesota at Bemidji. She and her twin brother Bao received full scholarships to SUM@B when they graduated years early from their high school in Minneapolis where they were living at the time. Their parents had an opportunity to branch out in the family business, so they moved to Grant Valley, a semi-rural community near Bemidji Minnesota and opened a restaurant saving the twins a fortune on food and dorm fees. Being an accounting major, Kim-ly could understand their concerns, she had two older siblings in Minneapolis both working on their post grad degrees, sister Tam looking for her doctorate in psychology, and brother Huy working on his degree in juris prudence. Her other brother Trung was going to school in North Dakota at UND on a hockey scholarship studying agronomy. She helps her parents with the books at the restaurant and at home. There was no way she and Bao could get their university degree solely on what the restaurant brings in, so everyone pitches in to make Nguyen Pho a success, and we do what we can to pay the tuition fees.

That was her family,

má

,

ba

, three boys and three girls. The only one she didn't mention was her little sister Lanh. Lanh was born two years after Bao and Kim-ly and was a preemie. She was born tiny and fragile, and her mom Mai was almost too terrified to touch her, Lanh had so many tubes and sensors on her for so long that Kim-ly and Bao weren't allowed to touch her for months after she came home. Eventually eight year old Tam, the oldest Nguyen child started taking care of tiny Lanh while their mother worked and concentrated on the rambunctious twins.

Lanh grew up lonely, sad, and sullen. The older kids tried to get her to smile, but their antics merely terrified Lanh, so the boys gave up on her. So weak and tiny she wasn't able to go to kindergarten until after she turned six, and she wasn't able to advance in school rapidly like her siblings, putting in the effort that they did almost killed her. Kim-ly loved her, but Kim-ly's attempts to play with her little sister often hurt Lanh, so Kim-ly also distanced herself from Lanh.

When the family moved to Grant Valley the move traumatized Lanh, in rural Grant Valley High School she was the only Asian in the school. Being Asian and no taller than most student's kid sisters branded her as an outcast. Her only outlets were excelling in her classes just to piss off the other students and the debate team where her skill and analytical mind made her the first freshman captain of the debate team in the history of the school. Her final outlet was a goldfish named Marissa with whom she confided all of her secrets.

Fast forward to Kim-ly's eighteenth year, she was no longer that underage kid in college, she still couldn't buy alcohol, but that didn't mean she couldn't get it. She quickly discovered that sex was a bigger rush than alcohol and if she wanted alcohol, all she had to do was swing her cute little ass at any of her classmates who were all several years older than her. "You bring the wine, I'll bring this," in a sexy voice was all it took.

Then came Poli-Sci. Gawd how she hated that class, all of her classes are straight A but Poli-Sci just galled her, and it was a prerequisite for her degree. Her grade in that class was border line mostly because the professor would spend the hour on a personal rant then assign reading from a book that a friend of his wrote, and her grade stuck out like a big sore thumb. She had to do something to get that grade up.

Her opportunity to improve her grade came when her poli-sci professor invited her to his place for a "kwanza wine and cheese soiree" but only if she could "leave her bourgeois moralism behind." She was hoping he meant "let's snack and fuck." This may be her chance to bump her grades up, her buddies all told her they're doing it, there's no reason to let her 4.0 GPA go to shit just because of one stupid class.

Professor Lefkowitz shows up to class every day wearing a knit suit coat with elbow patches, a t-shirt emblazoned with slogans like a black power fist above the word RESIST! in stencil typeface, and blue jeans. He was so scrawny she doubted he could stand up against a stiff breeze let alone a well thought out disagreement, but she needed an A in his indoctrination... um... class, so why not give it a try? He only asked her to his place because she was hot, so why not?

At five foot six she flaunted her 35-22-32 figure with clothing that showed off her curves, and she didn't try to hide the fact that she was Asian by dying or perming her hair, in a land of blue-eyed blonds she wanted to stand out! She wore her hair straight and left it black, and it did raise eyebrows. She even flaunted her love of everything kawaii by carrying a Sunshine Bunny! notebook and a Domo Kun purse.

Kim-ly arrived at Professor Lefkowitz' apartment fifteen minutes late because being punctual was "soooo bourgeois," as he said in class. He greeted her at the door wearing a dashiki, the colorful robe worn by men in western Africa, and an African kufi hat which made him look like he was wearing a rainbow colored pill box on his head. At least it covered his bald spot. He ushered her in to a dark apartment lit by candles and black lights. The air was thick with the smoke of incense and marijuana, both of which being the cheap kind. This place was like a temple to the year 1968 and Kim-ly couldn't wait to tell Professor Lefkowitz that the Beatles broke up.

As she sat on the couch waiting for Ruben, or Ruben X as he insisted he be called by the students, she studied the posters that covered the living room walls, most were communist "workers unite" kind of thing. She began to wonder if Ruben X ever physically worked a day in his life. The rest of the posters were black velvet black light posters depicting strange images. One showed Elvis sodomizing Jesus with a naked John Wayne sitting next to them smoking a post coital cigarette, another showed the coyote sodomizing the roadrunner and saying "Now let's hear you say beep-beep you son of a bitch!" Kim-ly wasn't a psychology major, but clearly Ruben X was fixated on something.

The music was strictly 60's stoner, late Beatles, Grateful Dead, Grace Slick, etc. A 60's style light organ flickered with the music as an eleven-inch reel to reel slowly churned out the stream of acid inspired rock music. As she surveyed the bookshelf from a distance, praying she'd find a copy of the Federalist Papers, or at least anything by Orwell, a naked woman walked into the room and sagged into a chair across from Kim-ly.

This woman was scrawny, ghost white, and stoned out of her skull. Her ribs and hip bones stuck out, there was barely any flesh on her legs and arms, her knees and elbows were knobs marking the halfway point down each limb. Her eyes were sunken, and her breasts were merely folds of flesh with dangling nipples. Her head was adorned with a huge ginger afro and her cheekbones were prominent but with sunken cheeks she looked like a skull that was painted with flesh colored paint.

She stubbed out her cigarette in an overflowing ashtray, then slowly rolled a joint from the pile of stems and seeds on the coffee table. She twisted it as tight as a toothpick and making sure she had a roach clip at the ready, she lit the joint and took a long deep drag. As she sucked on the joint it snapped and popped, then she took a deep breath and held her breath for what seemed like forever. Then she let the smoke out with a cough and looked around the room with bleary eyes. Only then did she notice that Kim-ly was in the room with her.

"Oh wow... like... hi. My name is Wetlands." It leaned forward and held it's hand out.

Kim-ly shook hands with Wetlands, her weak spiritless grip was as cold and damp as a Minnesota swamp. "Hi, I'm Kim-ly," she was going to say that she was a student of Professor Lefkowitz, but she wasn't sure Wetlands could process that much information.

Wetlands took another hit off the joint, then offered it to Kimly, "Ear..."

"I'm waiting for the wine," Kim-ly declined the joint with a wave of her hand.

"That's cool..." followed by a maelstrom of coughing.

Just then Ruben X appeared with a tray of wine, cheese and grapes and a bong. He pushed some books onto the floor and set the tray on the coffee table then sat next to Kim-ly on the couch. "I see you met Wetlands."

"Yeah, we were just talking."

"She named herself after a vital natural resource that's being destroyed daily in this American hell hole," said Ruben X. His rabid dislike of America was real and it was scary, but then he relaxed and smiled. "We had a meaningful renaming ceremony in the middle of the Mississippi near Alida."

Kim-ly tried to suppress a chuckle and was almost successful. Where the Mississippi flows past Alida, Minnesota, "Old Man River" is two yards wide and a foot deep. The only thing meaningful there is the mosquitos which fly in WWII style bomber formations and were rumored to carry off small children and slow livestock. Ruben X picked up the filthy bong and a bic lighter and offered it to her.

"Ummm, no. I'm boycotting weed. It oppresses the poverty stricken masses in central America and puts American money into the pockets of cartel leaders."

"Cool," he smiled, "I'm down with that. It makes me hot to hear that. I have some horse if you'd like the fruit of the poppy," he said with a knowing smile that showed he knew where opiates come from.

Kim-ly shook her head, "Afghani slave labor..."

"Quite astute! Wine then?"

"Domestic?"

"Sadly, yes."

Kim-ly put on a great show is sighing, "California grape pickers, we have to show solidarity!" but she did grab a piece of cheese and a slice of apple. "Some of my best friends are dairy farmers."