We're a Wonderful Wife
Chapter 10
Dark Angels
Finally, after what seemed like a month but was only a week Lanh's big SUV was loaded, mostly with Krissy's gifts, and the kids were all hugged and kissed one last time and it was time for Lanh, Don, and 8-month pregnant Karole to head back to Colorado. Their Christmas visit to Minnesota had been short and sweet, and for the first time in her life Karole felt sorrow at leaving somewhere. Arlo cried his little eyes out, he wanted to go with Aunt Karole but when he found out that his mom wasn't going to come with him, that made his decision even tougher. He looked longingly at Aunty Karole and back at Mom heartbroken over the decision that life forced on a two-year-old.
Karole's heart was aching for the little guy, just days ago he was afraid of her because when he felt her baby move, he thought that Karole ate a baby. But since his Uncle Don vouched for her, Arlo and Karole been almost inseparable. Karole looked at Tam, Arlo's mother, whose eyes were moist, her heart was aching for her little boy's quandary too. "Ah'll be back little guy, and ah'll have a little girl to come see you. We can teach her how to go fishin' an stuff like that, ok?"
"An' baseball too?" sniffed the heartbroken two-year-old.
"If you'd like," said Karole as she tousled his black locks of hair. "And Aunty Kim-ly will have a baby boy, we can teach him too."
Hope began to spring in Arlo's broken heart. He looked up at Aunt Karole with big tear filled but hopeful eyes. "An me? You teach me?"
"Yeah lil' fella, we'll teach you baseball too," said Aunt Karole as she gave Arlo one last hug. "And maybe Reggie soon too," came an unbidden thought leaving her to wonder where that came from.
That evening Karole and Kim-ly had retired to their bedrooms early so Karole could get up, help milk the cows and have a good breakfast before heading out, and as usual they ended up sitting on Kim-ly's bed, leaning on each other talking about everything, usually men. Both had a varied and exciting love life, and both lived in terror of becoming exactly what they were right now, pregnant unwed women. "What birth control did you use in college?" Kim-ly asked Karole that late evening.
"Promise you won't tell?" asked Karole sheepishly.
"Promise!" said Kim-ly as she crossed her heart.
"Mah roommate," said Karole quietly.
"What?" asked Kim-ly almost laughing. "Your roommate? How does that work?"
Karole blushed and said softly. "You know, you see that guy with them shoulders, and that tight ass and that big ol' package and you know he'd do you cross-eyed, or you'd see that superhot professor with just the right amount of gray in his beard and he smells like sweet pipe tobacco and drives a Mercedes and when he looks at you your panties just melt, ya know what ah mean?"
Kim-ly could feel her nipples hardening just from Karole's descriptions. "Oh, I know, what about it?"
"Well, you come back to your room and your roommate just gets out of the shower and you tell her all about Mister Wonderful and how he got your juices flowin.' Next thing you know you an' your roommate are working out those frustrations and a toy from your sock drawer joins the party an'..."
"No!" gasped Kim-ly, "You? Really? That's so HAWT!"
Karole was ecstatic that Kim-ly didn't think she was a pervert for her lesbian affairs, she smiled in relief and went on. "Ah missed guys but for birth control it worked, ain't no chick ever knock up another chick..."
"Wellllll..." said Kim-ly, "that's not exactly true..." she patted her tummy.
"What do you mean... how can a woman do that..." She shrugged her shoulders dumbfounded.
"My OB/Gyn... I found a sperm donor and Dr. Schaeffer, a woman, took care of the rest."
"Couldn't you do it the old-fashioned way?" asked Karole.
"No, it's too..." Kim-ly rolled her eyes in thought. "No, I'm not going to say. Just leave it at that, let's just say that my Danh is a Turkey Baster baby."
"A what?" laughed Karole.
Downstairs in their suite, Don and Lanh embraced in their shower. As their lips parted, their eyes met, and Lanh slowly eased her way into the shower chair. They realized that this would be the last time they were in this room until May, their wedding anniversary, and the anniversary of the rebuilding of the bunkhouse into Lanh's house, so they were a little sad. This house and these people meant so much to Don and Lanh that they felt sad to leave, and even though Colorado brought them and Karole together, they were both beginning to feel that the move was a huge mistake.
Lanh eased down on the shower chair; Don leaned forward for a kiss but Lanh pressed down on his shoulders. Lanh is in charge tonight and Don smiled, since she realized that she could take charge any time she desires, she's become a more passionate lover. She pushed downward on Don's shoulders forcing his kisses lower and lower. He enjoyed blowjobs under the warm spray of the shower, she now wants to see what he enjoys so much.
Lower and lower he kissed, straight down between her small, round breasts, down to her naval where his tongue explored for a moment making her giggle, then lower. One of Don's great loves is to linger in "The Black Forest" a term that embarrasses Lanh, it implies that she's incredibly hairy down there, but quite the opposite is true. Don loves what hair she does have gracing her pelvic mound, soft ebony hair, so gentle on his lips and tongue. "Love me here," she whispered as she continued to push. Lanh still won't say "eat me" until she's so horny she can barely think, but now she guided his mouth between her widespread legs. He gently began to lick her pussy lips, the tip of his tongue drawing up between them, penetrating slightly.
"Noooo," she groaned, "don't tease." But Don looked up and chuckled, he was planning to tease his woman until she screamed. He continued to lick gently and she shuddered, her head rolled back and she sighed, "Ohhhh you bastard."
"What did you just call me?" he laughed. He's never heard this out of her before.
"Don't stop!" she cried and pulled his head to her pussy. "Eat me!" she demanded.
"You just had to ask," he chuckled but he didn't quite finish his statement as she grabbed his ears and pulled his mouth back to her pussy and he began suckling on her clit, his tongue dancing there, driving her crazy.
Don drew his finger nails up the length of her inner thighs causing her to gasp and arch her back, forcing her clit and pussy against his mouth harder. Now she grasped his wrists, his left wrist she pulled upwards until his hand was cupping her breast, where he began squeezing the delightful, baseball size mound capped by a hard, prominent, sensitive nipple. As he pinched and twisted her nipple with his thumb and forefinger on his left hand, she pushed his right hand down to where his mouth was worrying at her most sensitive tissue.
"Ohhhh Yes! Ohhh Yes! Ohhh Yes!" she softly chanted as two of Don's fingers slid in and out of her pussy, his fingers curled and tickling her g-spot perfectly. His fingers probed around doing what Kim-ly called "reaching for the last olive left in the jar," and it worked perfectly, Lanh was going out of her mind. His mouth suckling at her clit, his tongue stroking her clit in time with his fingers, his left-hand pinching and tugging on her right nipple, her left hand pinching and rolling her left nipple, her right hand clutching his head and holding him to her pussy just in case he had ideas of doing something else.
The warm water splashed and tingled over her body, and she loved the sensation, her eyes rolled back in her head as her chanting of "Ohhhh Yes!" went on and on. At one point she reached over and slapped off the water then went back to clutching his head, they were almost out of hot water.
Her chant soon changed to, "Ok, stop... ok, stop... ok, stop..." but Don didn't stop. She didn't particularly want him to stop, she wanted him to cum when she does, but her words had no power behind them, Don continued to play her body like a fine-tuned instrument, and she did nothing to stop him other than her tiny groans.
Soon it was on her, whatever control she had over Don was lost, her body was a wound as tight as a clock spring. Her knees came up and spread wide offering herself to him, she wanted to cry "Fuck me!" but she was wound up so tight that nothing came out. Now both of her hands were on his head, her fingers wound in his hair, holding his ravenous mouth in place, and then with a grunt it was on her, that delicious, mind warping assault of release. The tension flowed out of her as waves of passion coursed through her body. She trembled and shook, her fine little legs wrapped around Don's head and squeezed with all her strength as she enjoyed a delicious orgasm that went on and on and on...
As she came back to herself, she found that she was on their bed and Don was between her legs, his big hard cock leading the way, aimed directly at her pussy. They had been so busy with Christmas and the family that this was the first real chance they had to make love in their own bed and Don was aching with need. She reached for his cock and found that it was harder than it has been for ages, a drop of pre-cum hung by a tread from the angry red head of his cock. From the feel of the scalding iron in his cock and the fire in his eyes, Lanh realized that she was in for a fucking the likes of which she hasn't experienced in what seemed like ages, and she can't wait!
Quickly she spit on her hand then slathered her saliva on his cock, years ago she wouldn't have dreamed of doing something so base, so gross... but now she knows, when she's in bed with the man she loves, whatever feels good, is good. His spit slickened cock slid into her folds easily, stretching her out, spreading her open. "Oh God!" she gasped, the sensation came as a surprise and her hands slammed down on the mattress, her fingers clutched the sheets tightly as Don plunged deeper and deeper inside of her until there was little of her vagina that wasn't filled with his cock.
