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Don's Wet Dream Ch. 01

By: waratah



This is chapter 1 of a 3 chapter story.

Sincere thanks to CWatson, for his editing efforts on this large job. I've made a few changes since he reviewed the draft so its likely any 'clangers' are mine.

(A Swag is a canvas bed roll, usually including a basic foam mattress and blankets.)

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Don had worked hard this morning, and thought he'd earned a break-- that's what he reckoned anyway -- earned this coffee for sure. He had to get ready for Libby's inspection. She'd be here soon makin' sure he was ready to take her on her field trip next week. Libby was a boss, their senior environmental scientist, and last week she'd booked him for next week to help her check how much pollution there was on this quiet little river she told him about. His job was to get her there at the start, get her home at the end, and keep her safe in the middle. And drive the boat. And anything else she wanted. Libby always double-checked his prep, even after all these years. Always paid to be ready for Libby, that left more time to tease her a bit. What a great lady Libby was; he was still amazed how happy she was to be seen being friendly with a rough and blunt labourer like him. She was bright too, the brightest person he ever knew. But he could still make her blush, he smiled to himself, and wondered how long it would take him today. He thought about it a bit, then bet himself one chocolate biscuit that he could do it in four minutes, no, he'd make that two minutes. As long as no one else was listenin' she'd let him get away with things a good labourer should never say to a boss. He had heard a new joke too -- one about the gynaecologist that wanted to be a priest -- that might be worth a go, he'd have to see what sort of mood she was in.

Great coffee! Mm-mm-mmmm, fan-fuckin'-tastic! And fancy a loser like him bein' trusted to look after a lady like Libby. Made him feel good: all the work he'd done since he was a deadshit useless teenager was worth it, he had done good! School dropout, not worth giving a job to, barely read or write, and a pussy whisker away from going to gaol. Lots of girls' dads had beaten Don up rather than let daughters go out with him. Now, people liked him; he was a dad, a husband and the trusted guide of classy professional people, like Libby. Done good Don! Damn nice coffee too. He never stirred the sugar all the way in, so the last mouthful was always sweet. He weren't proud of his past, but it couldn't be undone now. Don's dad should have been pullin' him into line, that's what dads were for; but his dad had worked in an asbestos makin' factory forever -- and he was dyin', just when Don needed him most. His Mum, rest her, shoulda done more, shoulda kept him out of trouble, but she had been too busy lookin' after his Dad to do more than weep at his latest fuck-ups. Even Junior Rugby went bad: opposition forward packs learned what a temper he had and could set him off when ever they wanted, especially when the ref was lookin', too many scrums and rucks blew up with the whistle blowin', Don swingin', and his team bein' penalised. Then he got thrown out of the club for thumpin' an opposition captain that was only tryin' to help him. His mum had got really sad when he told her he weren't playin' Rugby no more. Luckily a friend of his grandfather, old Will, took him into his boxing gym, so someone was tellin' him to behave sometimes.

Upending his box of batteries he found some Libby would definitely want next week and put em onto the recharger. His life had been rearranged one night. He'd been up to no good, as usual, with a couple of equally-useless deadshit friends, stealin' cars, squealin' rubber, yahooin' down back roads. They'd flew past a car wrapped around a tree, they were doin' twice the speed limit when grim-faced highway patrolmen chased em, boxed em in, dragged em out and handed em over to angry policemen from the crash scene. With their hair griped in strong fists, they'd been marched up to the wrecked car and held, shocked and sobbin' at the horror inside. Were those really people? The cops had let them go with a blunt, 'You little basteds 'll end up like that too if you don't think about what you're doin'', and for a change they weren't beaten up. Don still remembered that night like it was yesterday; he'd got home, gone to bed and lay awake -- still shakin', thinkin' up things he could do to those scumbag police -- for most of the night. He was a good boy. It wasn't fair, what they did to him! But later he'd started to think on what those poor rescue and fire guys were trying to do to get those cars apart and the bodies out--Don used better gear than that at the factory for fuck sake; bigger saws, petrol-powered gear, bigger winches. Why not tie the car to the tree and pull the side off with a winch? Must be a reason, why would they want to do it so slowly? 

Don rummaged through some shelves for boxes of filters for Libby to chose from, collapsed a whole fuckin' god dammed shelf load of them with his elbow, swore, and started fixin' up the mess before Libby came in and saw. The morning after the crash he had been late for work -- common for him then, but this time 'cause he'd waited at the local Volunteer Rescue Service office when they opened, and asked about 'enlistin'. He was too young, unless a parent signed him in. His mum had cried, happy this time, and asked if his bedridden father could sign the application. Don joined. Got a uniform, got some trainin, and the older men at the factory all of a sudden wanted him to eat lunch with them. It made his tired Mum smile when older men from work and the rescue service started callin' round at home, actually comin' inside, and drinkin' her tea or coffee with them then takin' Don out for a few drinks -– you could have a real good night and not get shitfaced. They'd talked to him about workin' good, treatin' people properly, and not shittin' in your own nest, and what goes around comes around, and then explained what it all meaned. That was over twenty years ago -- twenty years as a good useful citizen.

The filters were cleaned up, he started loading some of the camping gear in the boat, Libby wouldn't waste time checkin' that.

He had kept doin' boxin' and rescue trainin' until he fucked up with a lifting hoist and chain at the factory and crushed off the end two bits of his index finger. Old Will said sadly that he'd never make it in competition boxing now, and that was the end of that. He'd stayed in the rescue service, and as soon as his hand stopped hurtin' he'd kept going to all the training and to every incident when they called. Mum didn't mind him burnin' rubber in the middle of the night when it was to help people. Got merit certification for being a conscientious rescue worker, not long after that he came home one afternoon and a pretty girl he used to know from school was having a cup of tea with his mum, and his mum said with a strange smile that Sarah had called round to see how his dad was, and Mum also said "I think you should ask her out, Don."

So he did.

They went out for lunch the next Saturday, and then he cut some firewood for Mum at the same time. On their second date -- to a rodeo – Sarah said she always liked Don, but thought he was gunna end up in gaol, and now she was very happy that the stories about him coming good were true. After their third date -- huntin' rabbits -- she let him kiss her. And after their fourth date (or maybe it was the fifth), to a car race, she give him her cherry, swapped it for the right to boss him around it seemed. It was a change to be with a girl that wanted to have sex with him -- nice, she even 'took precautions', so he could cum where he wanted -- and with her blunt but loving bossin' he had become a even better man. He and Sarah now owned their twice-extended house, had some modest savings, loved their two kids Christy and Mark; Don didn't think it could get much better.

Fancy getting to camp on a river bank with a lady like Libby and having all night, every night talkin' with just her. For a whole week. No other bosses around. Drive a boat all day too. She'd told him to bring his rescue assignments for her to look through: she knew he was actin' unit captain, but he'd had to promise to do some leadership and training study, which was pretty tricky. And she would make wonderful noises as she ate his cooking, especially roasts; and if he got lucky, and if she said the water was clean enough, he might catch some fish. They'd talk about their kids, and the good stuff and bad stuff about being married. And getting paid to do it. The A team they were, him and Libby: never said no to a job, never left a job not finished. She enjoyed his company, and outside work wasn't embarrassed about introducing him as her friend. There was a few times when him and Sarah were fightin' when he'd start to wonder a bit about if Libby and Brett ever broke up--would she ever think about being with a crude blunt labourer? There was nearly a chance once; but no point wasting rare brain cells thinking about that too much…

And anyway, Sarah had been pretty friendly this mornin', an early cuddle got real interestin' before he got up to go to work. Good coffee and empty swingers, not bad uhh?

Suddenly he realized that Libby had come into his shed while he was daydreamin' and potterin' with the camping gear. She'd been watching him, and a fond grin grew on her pretty face. Libby always dressed professionally, but from when he refilled her shower bag and scrubbed her back, he knew underneath she was damn fine lookin': fit, firm, with nice brown hair at both ends. A lotta women in a little container; not bad for late thirties, nearly Don's age, and two kids of her own. He figured out for himself that when they was campin' it was better to ask her to refill his shower bag with hot water first, then he'd get dressed before he'd refill hers - so that she didn't blush and have to pretend Lord Donald wasn't up. Classy, bright and caring; they had definitely broke the mould the day they made Libby. He checked first that none of the other bosses was behind her, and said, "Howdy Libby, lookin' lovely this morning, as usual."

Her grin grew, "Good morning Don, thank you, I think I'll come see you every morning, make a girl's day sometimes. Can you spare me a few hours, to get organised for next week?"

"Anythin' for you Libby, you know that, all day if ya want." Because he worked very hard at being a delinquent employee, a good respect-ta-full labourer, when there was company, she would tolerate him bein' cheeky when they was alone.

That reminded him: he did have another job today -- Max, the big boss, Libby's boss, had sent a message asking for a moment at his connivance. Max was too polite, use to just say Get your arse up here sharpish Don in the old days.

Libby had kept talking, "Good, because we need to check-prep for the trip -- not that anything will be missing I'm sure."

'Wouldn't want to be after all this time boss. Let's get into it; no time like the now."

As they walked over toward the boat and the shelves of her test equipment, she touched his arm, and smiled, looking cheeky, he was paying attention for sure, "Oh by the way Don, would it upset our plans if we took someone extra?"

His face fell a bit, someone else! Nah, that would bugger up the time with Lib completely! "Maybe. Who?"

"Kim -- you know Kim Rogers -- my new environmental engineer? Be good experience for her, and she'll probably take over this contract once it's up and running..."

Kim! Don thought to himself, well now just let me think. The boat would be full, which meant it would be heavy, for the trip 'in' and 'out'… But Kim 'Wet Dream' Rogers! Fuck! He'd find a way to fit her in: the generator could stay for a start, and when you got right down to it they usually took too much food; he'd catch fish, for sure.

Libby went on, being a bit cheeky lately: "How would you feel about scrubbin' her back in the shower Donnie…"

Don thought to himself, Ohh Libby, that's cheeky, don't say things like that, I got lucky this morning, but look out!

"…that's a scary smile, Don, did you look at me like that once?"

"Yep, still do Libby, still do, when your attention is directed else places. But if you want to bring 'Wet Dream' Kim, you have to be ready to share; sorry I just won't know where to look."

"Wet dream! Don! Didn't you read Max's memo about the Harassment free work place? I can't have my field assistant talking about an engineer like that."

"No Lib I didn't, and yes Lib you can, have you seen those legs, I mean really looked, mm-mm-mmmmm! All the way up--"

"--Yes Don, can't argue with that, Kim does have nice legs, and why am I having this conversation…?" She was being tolerant; he could get away with at least one more.

"And Lib, the tits, what do ya reckon, how big? You must have thought on it, I know I have. C'mon, you can tell me, what do ya think?" Bullseye! He owed himself one chocolate biscuit.

"Don, why do I let you talk like this, I could get in big trouble just letting…" She was bein' patient, he thought, not talking like a boss, yet. I'll try just one more.

"And those lips, Lib, just imagine what she could do--"

"--DON!" In an 'enough already' voice, "I'll assume it's a yes for fitting Kim in?"

"Is that what they call a reciprocal question, Libby?"

"Could be Donnie, could be, sometimes when I talk to you I just never know, but the word I think you're looking for is rhetorical."

"Well yep. We can fit Kim in."

"Thank God that's sorted! Donnie... we'll have other trips for just us to talk, okay? And is it okay by you if we talk about the contract for a minute now, Don? Or …" and then Libby did one of her little improxamations of him, hands on her hips, feet apart, chin stuck out, and trying to make her fast high pitched voice slow and gruff, it was so cute: "… does we gotta talk about Kim's butt now?"

It was nice that she wasn't cross, "Owright Lib, owright, I'm sorry." And he retargeted his thinking from Kim's healthy butt in her snug slacks, to Libby's contract.

It took a while.

"For me, the boat is good to go, of course, and we can't fit the generator and fuel, not now that Kim's comin'. But your laptop will be right with the boat battery. We need to leave at early Sunday. I'll pick you up at home about seven -- have I said how much I love your coffee that time of day--and I'll see Kim about where she'll be. We are meeting two men from your client's maintenance gang at the boat ramp at quarter to eleven sharp; nice guys, they'll help us launch the boat, and store the wagon and trailer at their depot for the week. What else? Oh yeah: I spoke with old mate who owns the farm on the river you mentioned, he wants two hundred dollars to camp on his place. I didn't argue, just pay him, OK? Send a cheque, here's his postal address... and he did say, he said to watch out for the fucking wild dogs; it's okay, he said to stick together, don't go busting a leg somewhere by yourself, and the scent of male piss should keep them away, so I'll pack some extra beer. By the time we're loaded and headin' up river it'll be around midday, then nearly four hours in to the camp site, plenty of rocks and shallows according to old mate at the farm. We won't be more than one hour from everywhere you want us to get to… and, that's about it from me. 'Cept we need to sort through your test gear again."

They moved over to the boat, and sorted Libby's gear for the rest of the morning, Libby doing most of the thinkin' and talkin, Don doing most of the liftin' and packin'. Like it should be. She wanted more batteries, more spare filters, and more specimen jars. Don promised that while Libby was at a trainin' course for the next couple of days, he'd get everything ready and take the boat and work wagon home Friday afternoon, ready for Sunday.

He also said Libby was the best manager he knew and why did she need to go to more training?

Libby offered to check with Kim about where to pick her up and her eating preferences. Don didn't like that idea: why waste another reason to be upstairs and see which good-lookin engineers and scientists were in today? "Shit Lib, haven't I've taught you to be a better boss than that? What's the point of having a dog if you're gonna do the barkin' too, maybe you do need to go on that course!"

As Libby left, she checked no one was looking, and then did the bend to adjust sandal and wriggle butt for Don thing she did. He was meant to whistle or growl, but this time he tried to slap her, movin' just slow enough so she could get away, and she skipped out of reach with a shriek and giggle, stuck her tongue out and ran upstairs. Libby was a good girl. And he owed himself another chocolate biscuit.

Don headed upstairs to see Max; on the way he would drop off and check with Kim about her eating preferentials, it was pretty good reason he thought. He sat at the spare chair at Kim's desk -- all these damn upstairs chairs creaked when he sat on them; made for guys in suits, not healthy strong labourers. He ignored Libby's wide not so innocent grin, grinned himself and admired Kim as she talked on the 'phone. A stunner, no mistake -- what his mum would have called a rare beauty. Strong face, a boss's face; you'd do what she said too, once she got bit more experience. His wet dream use to be the English cooking lady, Nigella; Don had loved her eyes -- and other bits -- until Sarah got funny about it: liked him cookin', didn't like him doin' research! Kim was a like a young version of Nigella, with dark eyes, pale skin, jet black eyebrows and the most glorious hair there ever was, soft long and raven black. And good breasts. Solid girl, not plump, soft rather than fit. A fussy man might have said perhaps twenty pounds heavier than needed. Don wasn't that fussy. Hard to tell her age; her face said early twenties, but seemed calm, a bit reserved which made her look older, late twenties. He knew she was a year or so out of uni, so he guessed somewhere in the middle. Rarely seemed to laugh or smile, but always said hello too. Been with the company for about eight, perhaps ten weeks.

Then she finished her call she turned to Don and returned his smile. He hadn't seen her really smile before, and those eyes, God's… Holy… Trousers!... Be still my throbbing dick! Quick, think of Sarah, think of the kids!

"Hello Don, how you doing?" Shit, she was talking to him! And he'd forgotted what he come here for! Kim looked right at you when you spoke to her. Always had. Listened. Interested. Seemed to expect the same in return. Made it hard to look at her breasts… Shower… Legs… Libby… Oh yep that's right, Libby's trip!

"Howdy Kim, I'm well. Hey, are you really comin' with Libby and me?"

"Max and Libby said I could, can you fit me?"

"That'd be a rhetorical question Kim, just tell me where you live so I can pick you up around seven on Sunday, and do you need any special food packed."

"Was there anything else?" With a really cheeky grin now, and a I know you're here for more than that voice. It took Libby six or seven years to be comfortable with that sort of talk. Kim had even been quiet about too, not to be overheard by the other upstairs staff; this was new: seemed she'd decided it was time to be happy. Also seemed that Kim might have been a bit naughtier than Libby in her past. He would need to be different with Kim than he was with Libby; he thought that flirting with Kim might get them in trouble. Settle down Donnie right down, down even further; she's not Libby. Easy on the eye for sure, but she's a boss!


Don's Wet Dream Ch. 01



Don answered quietly so as to not embarrass her. "Kim, what are you trying to do to me, get me in trouble? Libby says I gotta be professional and you go and teasing a simple man like me like that."

Kim laughed. Oh dear! Sarah, babe, I'm just lookin, honest. "Don, I'll eat what ever you're used to making for Libby; is it true, is your cooking as good as Libby tells me it is?"

When you didn't have many things to boast about, you had to make the most of what you had. "Yep, all true."

Kim laughed again, a little quieter, still clear and still pretty. Think of Sarah! Think of Sarah!

Don tried again to be professional, he told Kim that tracksuit gear was comfortable around the camp site at, jeans made good work day wear, and to be ready for mild days and cold nights. "And I guess I best go, see ya Sunday Kim, okay?"

"You bet, look forward to it."

As he stood from that flimsy weak noisy chair, and sauntered into Max's office he was thinkin' this was going to be a interestin' week.

Felicity waved him though to Max's office with a smile, and Max greeted Don happily; too happily. Bad news? The kids? Sarah? No, Max wouldn't try and look happy about that. Don had 'borrowed' the company boat a couple of weekends ago to take the kids fishing, but Max wouldn't sack him for that surely; he filled the tank up before puttin' it away; anyway, Max would have left that for Libby or one of the senior engineers to handle somethin' like that. No, it was somethin' else…

"Don, I have something to pass on to you that I found upsetting, and I'm not sure how exactly to break it to you, but it has to be said."

Get it over with Max! "Shoot Max."

"Last Friday I had lunch with a couple of clients -- managers from Libby's client actually, nice guys -- and we were at the Airport Central Hotel having lunch, a long lunch as it turned out if you know what I mean?... Don… Sarah, was there… With a friend… A man… Having lunch… They looked pretty close, you know? But maybe nothing. But it didn't look right, you know? And they got more affectionate toward the end. Don, I was stunned, the guys I was with thought I was sick or something. Anyway we watched them for a while, and the other guys helped me take a few photos with their phones, then they followed them, and got a couple more as they went into a room. We got his name from the waiter; Ben, Ben Fernandez, ring a bell? Don… I'm so sorry to be the one telling you this."

Don thought he must have looked like an idiot to Max right then. Only this morning he'd thought how good his life was: his achievements -- his transformation Libby called it proudly -- twenty years the best possible man he could be; now he just felt like a piece of dog shit on the footpath. No! It could not be true! Max looked so sure. He had started working for Max fourteen years ago, not long after Christy was born. There was just two engineers to look after then, and he was the labourer, driver, 'gofer' and occasionally body guard - those early work sites were pretty wild. Him and Max had drunk gallons of beer together, and nearly as much rum before Max got more management than engineer. He wouldn't tell him this unless he was very sure; never gived Don a bum steer yet.

"What do I do Max?"

"First thing Don, don't do anything drastic, for God sake, I don't want to be baling you out of prison tomorrow, clear?... You need to think very carefully about that. Secondly. if it were me I'd check what Sarah was actually up to, confirm it first. And Don, no one knows that its you and Sarah except my wife, I had to ask Sofia to advise me how to break this to you… damn hard Don… Damn hard… she sends her love. Our lips are sealed. It's up to you. Do nothing? No one else will ever know, I promise you. Listen, there maybe a logical explanation" His tone said otherwise. "But what I'd do is take a couple of days off, check the phone records for a number that doesn't make sense, follow her if you want -- hell, borrow a car and camera and anything you think you might need. You're allocated to Libby next week, yes?"

"Yep." It was hard to think about work just then.

"Well, if you want, I can hire someone else to escort Libby."

"Libby wouldn't like that Max, she won't let anyone else guide her, and I still need a job too won't I… But if its okay with you I will take a couple of days off."

Don's answer seemed to please Max. "Whatever you think Don. Anyway, let me know if you change your mind. If Libby is happy with it we could defer the trip." Max came out from around his desk, put a hand on Don's shoulder "Don, this is a hell of a shock, and I'm sorry it was me that had to tell you, but can I ask you to think about anything you do or say before you do it. Call me, or Libby of course, anytime."

On Thursday Don drove to work at his normal time, then returned after Sarah would have left, searching methodistly through the house phone records, then the mobile phone records too –- none of that made much sense. He also checked Sarah's handbag that night as she slept, looked in her diary and found which underwear was missing on Friday. It was her sexy stuff. He had called Max a couple of times for ideas, and he said they looked like they were well known at the hotel and advised him to not to try anything tricky like following Sarah from work to the Hotel, just be at the Hotel waiting.

Wearing a jacket and stupid fly fishing hat Max loaned him, and in a company car he was in the carpark of the motel. He saw them pull up, Ben, helped Sarah out of the car, they kissed the way Don and Sarah used to kiss, and walked into the restraint arm in arm. Could of guessed the boyfriend was a suit, a little younger than Don and Sarah, and a very smooth looking arsehole he was too; probably wore perfume! And Max had ordered him not beat anyone up for now so he didn't follow them inside. His head was too busy for his heart to break straight away.

Saturday morning Don had decided he would talk with Sarah while the kids were playing sport. He thought he had a good plan, thought hard on what to say; wanted to keep it polite, wanted to stay married, tell her what he knew, and make her stop this horrible thing she was doin'. It would be real tough -- there'd be tears -- but they could get past it. Kids should have both a Mum and Dad, especially boys; they needed a dad to growl at them sometimes, tell them how many testicles they'd lose if they didn't treat their girlfriends with respect. He wished his dad had teached him that.

Don's plans didn't work much and his temper stuffed it up this time. "Sarah, how long have you been seeing that arsehole?"

"I beg your pardon sweetie, what did you say?"

"How long have been fucking around behind my back?"

"Are you accusing me of being unfaithful Donald? I certainly deny it. I'm ashamed that you'd think that."

That was ordinary. Sarah always said he wasn't the brightest guy around, but just how stupid did his wife think he was? 

"So it's been a different Sarah Wilson fucking Ben Fernandez at the Airport Central Hotel? Most Fridays?"

Sarah's face got red, then a bit blotchy, and her lips went thin, she was still calm. She hadn't denied it any more.

"Oh shit! This does complicate things. Life was a lot easier when you didn't know Don. What on earth possessed you to spy on me like that?"

Don needed to know one thing first. "Do you want us finished?"

"NO! No of course we're not finished, marriage is forever, but this is tricky, it's really complicated, and I refuse to part of an undignified dumping scene, that would be embarrassing all round. I hope you can accept that--well there isn't a choice you, well just have to accept that--"

"--Are you askin' me to let you keep doin'--"

"--Please don't go getting all manly about this, Don we have a good marriage, we're good for each other, divorce will be terribly expensive, and you would probably loose the chance to see your kids grow, just when Mark was turning into such a promising young man and needs you in his life more than ever."

Don temper had got him in a lot of trouble as a kid. It hadn't been a problem for a long time, but then he'd wasn't often tested like this; what shit she was sayin! He imagined Sarah lying on the floor with a bloodied face, maybe a broken cheek. But that wasn't Don, not anymore. He sat silent for a while; Sarah sensibly stopped talking for a moment, then fucked it up. "Don, I think you're being a bit emotional. I'm still your wife. I've been available for you anytime you asked. This thing with Ben won't last forever. I'm counting on you calming down, and accepting this. You've trusted my judgment all this time, there is no reason to change that now. This is just not that big an issue. I plan on us growing old together, that's what I meant when we married."

In a daze Don ended up on the bank of a river not far out of town, one of his special fishing spots, but this time not fishing. He spent the afternoon sitting on the grassy bank, head in his hands trying to sort out what to de next. 'Ok Max I conformed it, now what the fuck do you want me to do?' He couldn't sleep at home, not now, the kids would know; he slept poorly on a camping mattress in his work shed, beside the boat, confused and lonely. 

When morning finally came dragged himself out of the sleeping bag, showered to wake up, and drove to Libby's place. He was an idiot -- well, everyone knew that -- but a real dumb idiot. What he should've done was sleep at Libby's, she would have helped him. Ideas always came to him too late. Lib and Brett would have looked after him last night. No maybe it was better not to have got Lib's kids mixed up in his problem too. Oh shit he'd forgotten Kim. He made a hasty turn-around and he picked her up. He'd have to get his brain to work better that this when he got back: it didn't look like he could rely on Sarah to do the hard thinking anymore. 

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Libby got her usual nice half asleep goodbye kiss from her husband, Brett -- the kids were still asleep -- made a coffee for Don in the travel mug and was waiting on the road in front of the house. Don pulled up, grunted and loaded her bags into the boat.

And then silence.

She had seen Don depressed a few times, his work in the rescue service was often hard on people, but nothing like this. Embarrassed on behalf of Kim too, Libby recalled with a cringe how much she had raved about Don's trips, his cooking, his company, and practical experience, and now he was behaving so out of character. She and Kim exchanged confused glances. They didn't stop for Don's normal mid-journey coffee either, and the boat was launched late in the morning, ahead of schedule. The client's men responded to Don's terseness with understandable resentment. Libby felt a flash of managerial anger herself as she was forced to address some of the practical coordination issues that Don normally dealt with so easily.

They loaded the boat and motored upstream. Libby becoming less angry and more concerned with each hour, but conscious of poor Kim squashed in with the camping gear in the back didn't want to pry yet. It was a slow and complex trip, between the heavy boat and abundance of rocks and shallows, so she left Don to concentrate on his work. And it was nearly dusk when they were finally set up. Don set up a small and sturdy tent for Libby and Kim, with a swag nearby for Don. The fire was started and the eskies and portable fridge were set up under cover. Don also had a small gas BBQ for the days when he wouldn't have time to cook with the fire, like tonight. It was such a pristine spot -- the river ran through a narrow valley -– the sort of spot that reminded her why she chose an environmental career. In the middle distance across the river to the East were rock escarpments with tree lined ridges, and lush growth along most of the river banks. Her husband should be here to see this, he would climb around those hills looking for fossils all day. And why wasn't Don enjoying it? Standard Don-being-corny procedure, near the end of unpacking and setting up, would be for him stand beside her, squeeze her shoulders -- as long as she was braced for it it didn't hurt -- and say something like "Lib, fancy Max thinkin' he's gotta pay us to come someplace like this." Or similar, it was a nice ritual. But not this time. This just plain sucked, grumpy Don, and even when she tried to make isn't this nice conversation with Kim all she got was "Sure, but do those fucking birds ever shut up, how are we suppose to sleep with that noise…" A city girl through and through. The temperature dropped sharply as soon as the sun dipped below the escarpment behind them. 

After a simple dinner of juicy tender grilled sausages and steamed veggies, Kim volunteered to clean up, she seemed glad to be out of Don's sphere of terse silence, and Libby couldn't blame her. He was relaxing against a log near the fire, staring dully at the darkening hill across the river, and Libby decided it was time, took a deep breath, knelt next to him and asked gently, nervously. "What's wrong Don, you're not yourself, will you talk to me?... I'm really worried… Please?" Don was obviously reluctant to talk, wouldn't meet her eyes and looked to want to be left alone, she thought because Kim was here. Or… "Is it something I've done?... No?... You'd tell me?" So it was just having Kim near, well that was something they would have to work around. "Well if its not me, can you tell me what it is, c'mon baby, tell Lib what's wrong, Lib might be able to fix it, please let me help." Apart from Don needing help, she needed him functioning safely in the boat tomorrow or she'd have to abort the trip.

Eventually he said simply, with a choke, "No Lib, my… Sarah is having an affair…"

"Oh shit… I mean are you sure?"

"...and she doesn't want to stop…"

"FUCK!" Then she reprimanded herself, leadership was needed here. She put one arm over his shoulders and took his hand into her lap.

"…and yes I'm sure, she said so, and look." He handed her the photos Max's friends had taken. He pressed his forehead against hers for a moment. "Do you think guys in suits fuck better than labourers?" Don then dropped his head onto his knees and he lost what composure he had left, her sympathy seemed to make it worse but she persevered, and he sobbed uncontrollably. Libby felt like doing the same, but fought the sensation. Support Don, then she'd make a decision about the job. She stayed close and comforted him as best she could, and noticed Kim trying to appear busy and out of the way. She's a good girl! Don would have said if he had his wits about him. He eventually related the last four days in his unique disorganised style, "... Well the boots on the other toe this time, isn't it Lib? What am I suppose to do now?"

Foreheads together again she whispered, "No rush, Donnie, we'll talk about that later, and you will not be alone for this, we're friends aren't we? And sweetie, Wednesday? Really! Silly man, for not telling me sooner!" And they talked on into the night, the scenery, the bird noises, and contract forgotten. Mainly Libby prompted and Don talked. She was a good scientist, a reluctant manager, definitely not a counsellor, but she did her best to guide the conversation for the next two or so hours, felt it best to clear his head. Keeping Don's situation to the fore, steering into less emotional areas when he looked like needing a break. Kim ran out of busy work and sat a little away, across the fire, helping out with light conversation and distraction when needed, but generally staying quiet. Good Girl again. Libby revisited some familiar territory, about how he and Sarah met, his kids, their school, the good times in his marriage, the fights, talked about how he'd discovered the affair, teased out his feelings, tentatively explored his options, and mixed in with talk about his job, fishing, and the highlights of the great trips they had had together… and there were dozens of those… they were the A team right?

She did her best.

The beers had gone to his head, drained emotionally and exhausted after a big day getting his charges safely here, Don started to slur his words, then nod his head. She awkwardly manhandled him sidewise, and arranged his head, heavy on her lap. He was so tired! She thought as she gently stroked his scruffy hair. If only he'd said something earlier, as long as there was no reversing the boat trailer she could have at least driven some of the way, or better yet postponed the trip.  

Libby beckoned Kim, now that Don wasn't awake to feel awkward about her presence, she came over and sat beside Libby.

"Jesus Libby, you wouldn't think it would hit him that hard."

Libby spent ten minutes filling Kim in on Don's background, the dangerous early years, the transformation and how Sarah and his kids were so important to his self esteem.

"So are we staying?"

The sixty four million dollar question! "I think he'll get his confidence back faster here, with me, than anywhere… Peace and quiet… Time to think, Don needs a fair bit of time to think sometimes, and this is his playground. Max must have thought the same thing or he would have postponed the trip." Libby looked angrily back in the direction they'd come from. "AND BY THE WAY MAX, THANKS A FUCKING BUNCH! JUST LOVE HOW YOU PREPARE ME FOR THINGS LIKE THIS."

"What did Don mean about boot's on other toe, or other foot I presume, did he play around too?"

"No! Not Donnie, never! No, he's aware my husband Brett was unfaithful once, so it seems Don and I have swapped roles."

Kim appeared close to saying something then stopped.

"What?" Libby said sharply.

"Well some of the guys at work talk as if you and Don, are… Umm… Well, have been fuck buddies. Talk about sharing showers, stuff like that, I'm sure its just talk…"

Libby sighed, "This can be a real hard business for a girl to be in sometimes. They'd be the same ones that I had to pull into line at the Christmas party I guess, Max always leaves things like that for me to sort out too. But Kim, you'd do well to notice that they never say it to Don's face, what does that tell you? Spineless shits that they are!"

Rambling a little now, but keen to explain why a bright attractive professional women such as herself would become so close to a big scuffy labourer, and still not be 'fuck buddies' she went on, "Brett tried to deny what he'd done for a couple of days, then confessed. I nearly kicked him out, but ended up leaving him with our oldest and went working with Don, in the mountains that time, nearly two weeks, looking for insecticide spray drift, 'wipin' leaves' Don called it. Eventually stayed with Brett, for the kid's sake rather than anything else. And we're sort of OK now, go weeks at a time without thinking about it sometimes…" Libby was close to crying herself, tears formed, but she was determined not break down in front of Kim.

They sat quietly for a while. Libby continued rambling while she stroked Don's hair.

"All that happened eight years ago, we had been a solid team for about two years , but nothing special -- you know I went out and bought pepper spray the first time Max said I had to travel away with Don -- and when he heard me crying in my tent about Brett, I just couldn't sleep, cried and cried; Kim you have no idea how confused and emotional and scared I was, five months pregnant, and looking at… well anyway Don finally just decided to slide into bed with me and held me and I slept. Over a week like that. He was perfect Kim, just perfect, so gentle, took charge, not embarrassed about how big I was, or how gassy I was. He wanted to take me home the first morning of course, but I needed some more time away so we finished the job. Thought giving Brett some time to stew was a good idea, that was kind of Don's take on it. He's never told a single person the things I told him in confidence that week, and if it wasn't for his… decency and support… I honestly believe I would be divorced now. And we've become very close, as you can see, I do believe we are about the most unlikely friends you will ever meet… no more pepper spray… but NOT lovers Kim. NEVER lovers."




Don's Wet Dream Ch. 01



Libby noted a wry smile from Kim, "Oh sorry, is that yesterday speak? We've never been fuck buddies Kim, is that better?

"And tonight I guess it falls to me to return the favour." Nervous about that for reasons she didn't have the gumption to face, and it so unfair to Don. Libby breathed deep and hoping she looked more assured than she felt, "I won't sleep wondering if he's waking, or wants to talk, poor lamb will be lost when he wakes, upset he told us so much tonight. Kim, would you mind sleeping in his swag while I keep him company in the tent?"

"Of course Libby… but you seem so nervous? I thought you of all people would trust him."

Libby looked at her subordinate, daring her to criticise. "It's not him I don't trust."

"Oh… Oh no Libby! Poor poor you!"

Libby bit her lip, and went on nervously. "He's been my…" a shy glance at Kim, no one could ever understand the nature of her relationship with Don, never, "…protector for so long, Kim, the places we go are pretty rough sometimes. Normally this wouldn't be a problem we've shared rooms before and more but we've always had our wits about us one of us at least has been strong. But now there is just so much…"

"…Emotion Libby?... And a chance to do something for him?... I understand completely, how can I help?... What if I sleep in the tent too?... No? Bit cosy for three huh? Well can I keep him company then, just for tonight, will you let me do that? You've got so much to lose, and we are a team are we not?" Libby was starting to relax. Maybe it would be alright after all. "Libby I'm serious, it would be an honour. You sleep in the swag, yeah? I'll look after Don for a while. A

Hey, I don't have a protector at the moment, maybe he can be mine too, if you'll share him…" Kim smiled at her, her eyes, normally so strong and direct were warm, soft, reassuring "… this can be a real hard business for a girl to be in sometimes, a very wise lady once told me."

"That's tempting Kim, but to be fair, you need to know that he calls you his wet dream, you'd need to be very--"

"--then drill a hole in both ends and suck… really Libby! Think I don't know that? Been around, I can handle it."

"If that's what we're doing you better get organised, and make it snappy too because I'm about to wee all over poor old Donnie, and I'm pretty sure that's not one of his fantasies."

Kim left to do just that, leaving Libby a chance to think over her friend's sadness, and try not to drip tears on him. "Why Sarah, why?" Obviously Don wasn't going to be the erudite companion over a cappuccino, but Sarah had chosen him, and this was just so shabby. Kim was obviously a fast worker, and soon the bedding was swapped, and her quick trip into the darkness was done. They roused Don, and helped him up, Libby murmured, "You right with him?" And scurried away to the fringe of the camp light to relieve herself. Returned in time to see them standing close together near the tent, Kim holding one of Don's hands and offering him a drink of water. Libby felt an irrational pang of jealousy; did Kim have to make this look so easy? He was suppose to be her Don. And it was obvious they were the right height to stand together too, damn it, Don only about two or three inches taller than Kim, whereas Libby knew she looked tiny beside him.

Don asked where he was sleeping, patiently Kim explained he would be in the tent with her -- it sounded like she'd already tried to tell him at least once.

"Not swag?" said Don with a yawn.

"No not swag Donnie, we think its better you have company, in case you get lonely, you've had a hard few days."

"Nice!"

Libby forced herself to relax, he was in good hands.

Seeing Libby return must have jogged Kim to see if Don needed to go himself.

"Kim!" he announced pompously "I could piss like a rexasaurous right now, and gotta keep them basted dogs away too." And Libby watched as Don kept Kim's hand tight with one hand, conspicuously flopped himself out with his other and started a noisy stream in the sand beside them. Kim was speechless, then stifled a giggle. "Oh my god! Libby?" She then looked at Libby, big mistake, for them both. They looked away to recover their composure.

He muttered to himself, "Mmm-mm-mmmm… damn but I needed this, fan-fucking-tastic. Kim, this could take a while."

And Kim and Libby looked away again.

Kim looked to recover sufficiently to say, "That's fine Don, just let me know when you're done."

"Uhh uhh, wait for the shake… one… two… three… ok done."

"Good news indeed, finally, c'mon put him away big fella, and let's get you some sleep, you must be shattered... no dear, not swag, this way." Libby mouthed "Thank you, be careful." And Kim waved and mouthed back "He'll be fine, you get some sleep too." and they disappeared into the tent. Libby quickly checked the camp -- the fire was safe, and made herself comfortable in Don's swag, what a fucking day!

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Kim helped Don strip down to his boxers and tee shirt, and then had to hurry to lift his top bedding away before he collapsed into the mattress with a grunt, just as noisy when he lay as when he sat. She covered him with his blankets, then sat hugging her legs to her chest with one arm, the other resting on Don's upper arm. She'd made sure Libby wouldn't see how nervous she was herself about this, Kim, Kim, Kim, what the fuck made you offer to do this? What were you thinking? Sleeping with strangers again. But this was different, helping Libby out and comfort for Don. Absolutely no need to contemplate her sad last four months of cuddling pillows. Don's breathing soon became regular, She stripped down to her tee shirt and panties, checking he was definitely asleep she slid under the blankets on her mattress. After about a minute, gently removed her blankets and wriggled under Don's bedding against his back, it was therapy for Don, right? She'd promised Libby that she'd look after him, right? It wasn't pathetic if no one else knew, right? Tried to reach around him and drifted off into an interrupted and restless sleep.

It wasn't a great night's sleep for Kim, between waking every time Don grunted, farted or rolled over -- which luckily usually happened simultaneously -- and checking on him frequently. She woke early too, suddenly, confused and breathless from a particularly vivid dream. The love of her life, centre of her world, Brian, had returned, smiling the way only he could, begged forgiveness for calling her a toxic witch, then sat on the sand floor of her house (it made sense in the dream) crying into his arms, and pleading to be allowed back into her life. Kim had responded by opening her shirt and said sure ya' can, but ya' gotta tweak my nipples first ya' big stud. Fuck! Well that made sense in the dream too! Just when she felt she had recovered from having her heart ripped out, this! She and Don had reversed, she was being spooned, it felt so good, although Don had one hand under her Tee shirt intermittently fondling her breast, and picking at her nipple -- the left one of course, they always know to play with the left one! He was still asleep and it felt manageable, probably thinking of happier times with Sarah. It was a good thing Libby wasn't here though, if you were at all vulnerable this situation was just full of excuses for letting things go on.

A gentle morning cuddle like this was a great place to do a brain defrag. After a very sheltered childhood she had overdone the socialising in first year uni and there were a couple of humiliations with selfish and indiscreet men, one night stands that filled her with shame. Kim and some girl friends had half jokingly developed a little checklist of indicators to mentally go through before they'd have sex with a guy, simply asking themselves some analytical questions about how well did they know a potential bed buddy before making mistakes. The NIC (nookie indicator checklist) wasn't perfect, but it certainly helped a group of girls with healthy libidos, in male dominated environment, retain some basic self esteem and reputation. And still have fun. A lot of fun as it turned out. Now Don was an strangely attractive guy, obviously not yesterday, but generally in his cheeky, robust, broken nose, dishevelled, rustic, well hung, nine fingered kind of way. And his crocked hey-pa-where's-my-horse-grin last week had coincided exactly with the dramatic return of her libido after its four month holiday. 

Mmm, settle pussy!… Checklist remember, no exceptions! Been a while since she had used that little checklist, having been with Brian aka thin-skinned-arsehole for twelve months as girlfriend then nearly six as fiancée. Kim rapidly ran through the indicators, and whichever way she looked at it, Don didn't get over the line. Too soon, too different, so sorry Big fella, no pokey-pokey with Kimberly for you this morning… Well… Poo!... And she'd promised Libby she could manage this, 'I've been around!' She recalled her ridiculous bravado of last night with embarrassment… Poo again!... Screwing Don might screw with his head too, not responsible, at least not until she checked with Libby anyway.

Doubted Libby would ever think Kim screwing Don was a good idea.

Well, if that's what the indicators said she'd have to stop this right now -- well soon anyway -- or Don would have both her breasts, then Pussy would take charge, and Kimberly would be left to clean up. Pussy could be a very naughty Pussy indeed. Pussy wasn't into checklists or rational indicators, Pussy was into cuddles, warm beds, strong arms, and seemed to have a high speed data link with her left nipple. Pussy loved to get sweet innocent Kimberly into plenty big trouble, make people think nice pure Kimberly was a slut, which of course she wasn't… not one little bit, so that's a big NO pussy, not this morning!

But this cuddle was so nice, a little bit longer wouldn't hurt. 'Kimberly' she said to herself sternly, 'high time you got yourself another man, dammit, no one will ever hurt you as much as Brian did, so, diet -- a real one this time -- get fit, get lucky, get laid. Get involved eh? What do you think Pussy, back in the game?' But her pussy was sulking and would talk to her.

Don had her tee shirt hard up to her neck, and as predicted had started on the other breast too, Kim sighed, which woke Don. He stopped fondling, then sat up suddenly with bedding going everywhere and exclaimed, "Kim?" He was too surprised to even see how high her shirt was.

Kim recovered enough bedding make it safe to half roll back over, and smile up at him, "Good morning Don, everything's fine, Libby is in your swag. We decided for me to keep you company and everything is under control, OK?... Did you sleep well?"

"Umm, morning Kim. Yes, I slept good… we didn't… you know… did we?"

Kim subtly pulled her shirt back down. "No dear, you were a perfect gentleman." Couldn't convict a guy for what he did in his sleep.

To her surprise he looked relieved. "Only 'cause I was asleep, you took a big chance, girl, please don't make a habit of this." Her indicators rose a notch… or two.

"It was fine Don, and I felt very safe." C'mon, big fella. That's code for, 'lie down and put your arms back around me again you idiot.'

They could now hear Libby active outside, getting the fire stoked up, heating water, rattling utensils quietly and Don flinched. "Shit Kim, I've got work to do, gotta get that fire going, gotta get breakfast ready, that's my job. Libby likes a slow start in the mornin', else she can be a bit of a grumble bum and we don't want that, oh boy, trust me --"

"Relax Don, if Libby's got a problem I'll deal with it."

"But--"

"--I want you to have a lie-in this morning Don. I insist, you've had a shit of a weekend, and we need you rested and focused OK? Will you let us help? Please? Defrag… I mean have a little time out."

He thought for a minute, then slumped back onto the pillow, noisy as expected. Kim now couldn't see his face, but went on. "Isn't that better? Now, would you like me to leave you to get some peace and quiet, or could you use some company?"

A few seconds silence, she could nearly hear the rusty cogs crunching. "What do you wanna do Kim?"

"I'd like to stay, if that's ok with you?" And before he could comment or think too much further she wriggled back into him.

He pulled their blankets up again, good, and hesitantly pushed one arm under her neck and across her chest, and one over her ribs to meet the first, better. He was behaving so very well, trying to cuddle her and avoid her breasts at the same time. Good luck with that, Don, she thought, they're hard to miss. But it was sweet of him to try anyway -- those indicators were still climbing. Kim took his arms, pulled them in tight to her chest and murmured, "Just put them where they land dear... Mmm… and you're so warm Don, like an electric blanket set to three… a girl doesn't often get cuddles this good without having to, you know, first."

They lay quietly for ten or fifteen minutes. Then Don asked politely if they could swap sides because his shoulder was numb, he lay back obviously meaning for her to cross over. But Kim had other ideas, she didn't feel Don had needed her help much last night, and wanted to add some value of her own, explore further some of the options Libby had only touched on last night, and maybe just get to know him better while they were at it. Also liked to face people as she spoke with them. So she rolled over against his side, with her head on one shoulder and an arm across his chest. He obviously felt this was more intimate, hesitantly again he brought an arm over her shoulder, and finally pulled her snug. They were careful where they breathed --morning breath would have been a major downer right now -- should have thought to make him brush his teeth last night.

"Don…"

"Mmmm"

"… sometimes it helps if you talk about what's on you mind, please tell me to stop if I'm out of line, but if you wanted to talk about Sarah or anything I'm happy to listen, have you thought about anything Libby mentioned last night, any plans?"

There was the customary Don's thinking pause. "Kim I would really like the kids to have their mum and dad together, but only if we treat each other well, do you know what I mean, when Dad was alive, he never would have let mum treat him like Sarah is treating me. So why should I?... A proper mum and dad, not what Sarah wants. It doesn't look good Kim, not good at all, at the very least Sarah needs to fix her attitude…. And that starts with her eating some humble pie, 'cause I sure ain't eating cream pie… and just lately she has been just about the very worst god awful selfish fucking bitch that there has ever been.… and the other thing that sucks is why couldn't I have said that on Saturday, words always come to me too late."

Oh dear, she thought, maybe I'm not as good at this as Libby. She tried again. "Donnie, may I ask what is worrying you most at the moment? One thing at a time?"

The pause. "The worse thing is I don't know what to do, if she sticks to her guns, what do I do then? Move into the basement, move out? From what she said if I divorce her, I might never see the kids again, and be broke too, we don't have a lot of money."

Injustice like this just simply pissed Kim off, she was a Capricorn, and if that wasn't enough spent her lonely childhood reading fairytales and romance stories -- the good guys always won in Kim's world.

"Well the first thing is I think she was feeding you a crock of shit there Don, I know divorce does not work like that. Libby or I can help you check it out when we get home, I also really think a couple of hundred dollars for an hour with a lawyer would be a great thing for you to do, money well spent. But for now I think your safe assuming that the courts will make sure you can see your kids."

"Mmmm." He sounded doubtful, a careful man obviously.

"True! Listen Don, Mum's neighbours got divorced and I heard everything about that, more than I wanted to hear really, but that's Mum for you. And Julie, one of my uni girlfriends, well her boyfriend is a divorced dad, she'll be a step mom soon they way they're going, so I do know a bit about this." Julie, married! That seemed inconceivable, the first of her friends married would be Julie!

"Mmmm."

"If you do divorce Sarah, you should be able to see them a weekend a month, at least, and a night visit a week, time to take them for a meal, and some of the holidays, or even a week here and there. And you should be allowed to go to the school any frigging time you want. Also I'm sure the courts could say she isn't allowed to move away with them unless you agree. And you have proof of Sarah's behaviour, so Sarah isn't in a strong position. Does she know you have the photos?"

"No, I didn't tell her."

"That was very smart Don, must have been tempted, well done. And here's an idea, it means you might have to wait a while to see the kids though, even if divorce seems to be the answer, there is no reason you have to divorce her, you could just move out, and let her spend her time and effort divorcing you. How old are your kids again?"

"Christy is fifteen, going on thirty. Mark is twelve. Good kids. The best kids ever, for a while there I didn't see them much, what with overtime, buildin' our house, and work away and that. Just ran out of time I guess -- sorry now -- but Libby told Max I needed every second week at home, she was pretty rude about it, you know they take it in turns to walk with me every day before school whenever I'm home. Mark's just like me, but brighter, and no broken nose yet, and Christy still wants to walk with her dad, now I don't know much about other girls, but my Christy is the only fifteen year old girl I know who'll walk in public and hold dad's hand, pretty nice huh?"

Kim never knew her father, a long story, and hearing a man so fond of his daughter was touching. But he needed to be strong too, as well as loving. "Don, your children do sound special, but they're not going to forget you if this takes a month or so to sort out are they?"

The pause again. "True Kim, they got their mother's brains."

"Mmmm. Can Sarah get your money?"

"Yep, she does the money. Why?"

"Just in case, you might want to think about protecting some of your money. I think the courts will eventually make sure you split the money, but it could be difficult in the short term if she kind of borrows it. If you can get some of it safe, say a thousand dollars, or two thousand dollars? Tide you over to till you're on your feet again. You might need a bit to set up if you do move out. Don, if Sarah is prepared to tell lies about divorce to keep you home, I would be wondering what else she might do; she might imagine if you're broke then that would be even better… For her. You follow?"

"How do I do that Kim?"

"We'll talk with Libby, maybe she can ask Pauline to do something." Pauline was their pay clerk.

"Pauline is a good girl."

Don told her his arm was getting numb, could they change sides, with growing confidence, grabbed her arms and rolled her over him as if she were a pillow, and he liked her facing him, surely that wasn't only about her breasts against his side or her legs mixed in with his, hopefully there was a genuine comfort from the companionship. Pussy! Behave, said NO and meant NO! They lay quietly for another twenty minutes. Kim resisted the temptation to talk further: if he had any questions, he could ask; right now he seemed content to just digest what they'd talked about. And maybe have a soft girl to cuddle, she hoped so. 




Don's Wet Dream Ch. 02



Thanks again to my editor CWatson – what a big job he took on -- but he says I'm getting better too.

A 'ute' is a typical Australian abbreviation of 'utility', a duel purpose vehicle with car type cabin at the front, and a tray back for rough luggage -- like a pickup in USA

It did a novice writers confidence no end of good to get the votes on Chp 1, I'm grateful, and if you thought I could do things better or different then would love to see your comments too –- strongly recommend read chp1 before starting Chp 2 – and hope you enjoy.

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Tuesday night was a high point for Kim; Libby was being absolutely brilliant about everything they were doing, Don had been so noble with Libby, he and Kim had had as good sex as she could remember afterwards, she'd slept really well, and, she'd learnt to handle sharing. If Tuesday was as good as it got, Wednesday morning wasn't so great, before dawn a barbarian must have snuck into the tent, kicked gentle Don out, opened her legs, mounted her without warning, woke her (of course), fucked her hard and fast, came, and rolled off to go back to sleep -– or maybe stay asleep -- leaving her lying beside him wide awake and stunned. She had cautiously snuggled up to the barbarian's back and wondered if she slept for a while she could pretend it was just a bad dream, and she'd wake up to find Don returned. 

Don hadn't even acknowledged what had happened, and there wasn't a lot she could do about it, but the slow start next morning, Thursday, sans barbarian, with nice sleepy breast play, was much appreciated. Time for Kim to warm up first before he made love to her again, he made sure she came first. Don had told her only last night, "Ya sure do put some lead in my pencil babe, good thing ya gives me something to scribble on, or I'd be dangerous." And here was proof. They should try and be a little more considerate about Libby though, it was unfair on her to have to listen to lovemaking so often.

Later, while Don and Kim were enjoying their customary shower, Libby appeared with her second load of hot water for them wearing only a shy smile, and joined them. Very quickly they relaxed and there was plenty of tickling, giggling and fare bit of "Ohh, that tickles!" and "Oh that's naughty!" from all three. It started all very innocently, and it felt good to be able to include Libby. Kim had already been washed, but she roped Libby into helping wash Don. Then Kim and Don ganged up and washed Libby, in between taking it in turns to fetch more water, and topping up the suspended shower bag. It was obvious to Kim what sort of promise Don had made to Libby so long ago, and surely nothing could happen with her there anyway. Right? I mean he'd unloaded recently.

Kim had played with girls occasionally at uni -- with friends she trusted -- to tease guys. So it wasn't a problem to make sure Libby's neat breasts were clean, and looking down she could see Don was busy doing the same between her legs, should be spotless by now. Kim felt relaxed about that too, he'd made love to her only thirty minutes ago, so she was sure he would be harmless. Working together Don and Kim soon had Libby oblivious to the impropriety, she opened her legs and leant back on Kim as Don became more adventurous rubbing her lips, and clit, while Kim supported her from behind and kept rubbing of her small breasts. Don looked to have fingers inside her Libby; she said half heartedly, "No, oh God Don please no," but they knew it was a 'girl' no, not a real no. Libby soon came, not as loud as Kim, more a series of squeaks, and then she sagged against Kim. As soon as Libby regained her legs, Kim left them briefly to get more hot water. 

As she walked back awkwardly from the heavy buckets to the shower, she was horrified to hear a distinct gasp of satisfaction, Don had lifted Libby, they were kissing passionately and her legs were around him as he was lowering her for at least the second time. Fuck, that was fast, she thought; dropping the buckets to run in and without thinking smacked Libby's butt, hard. In retrospect it might not have been a good career move. She also barked "DON! PUT LIBBY DOWN… LIBBY! OFF NOW!" and registered Don's horrified look.

Libby, dismounted as ordered, still on planet libido though: "But, but, but, look…" Wide eyed and breathless, she pointed at his erection.

"Boss, it would be best if you went to your swag, NOW!" She pointed Libby at the swag, and pushed her. "I'll talk to you later." Then, turning back to Don, who incredibly looked to be following Libby, she grabbed him by his arm to face her. His erection swung, glistening with Libby's juices. Ohh dear Libby, you were enjoying that weren't you? Sorry! Kim gripped his chin, firmly, making sure he was looking at her. "Where do you think you were going mister?"

"To Libby... Kim… not to you know… just to see if she is okay."

"Okay… fair enough… do that, but get dressed first. Help her, then find me. We need to talk." Shit, she thought, what a mess.

"Yes Kim."

Kim dressed quickly, still trembling from shock and fear, found a log to sit on, needed time to let her emotions stabilise for a while. There was no way in hell Kimberly Louise Rogers would tolerate being the 'other woman' -- not to two women anyway. And she wasn't remotely prepared to consider those developing feelings for Don. Disappointment -- at Don; embarrassment -- for Libby; but ultimately when she had calmed slightly, fury -- at herself. Being part of that shower debacle was the most thoughtless and stupid thing she had done since the silly drinking games at University. For fuck's sake! Her job was to be the well-adjusted one this week.

Kim could hear murmurs from the swag. Don had stood a reluctant naked Libby up and was trying to dress her. Libby didn't seem too happy about it either -- but Don was too strong and persistent. Libby was clearly distraught; Kim could hear her sobs from where she sat. Her heart sank as she thought of Libby's situation. Fuck… Fuck… Fuck! Their harmonious little team might never work together again… Libby's marriage might be over. And Kim and Don, what of the two of them now?... And Libby's marriage might be over! Fuck! She wanted to curl up and cry, but someone needed to think.

Don finally walked up to Kim, a coffee for her. And a heavy solemn face. He looked like he'd just killed a kid's dog -- Hold that look Don, that's a good look to have for a while.

Surprising herself with her calmness: "How is Libby?"

"Pretty crook, she wanted some time by herself, nearly wouldn't let me dress her, made her some tea."

"Can you explain how that happened Don?"

"Nup. I let Libby down bad, promised a long time ago that would never happen, and I let you down too, and I'm sorry, real sorry… I've never been with Libby like that before, she's so sad, so angry, and I don't know what I'll do if she's stays pissed at me! Every women I like is gonna hate my guts now -- I'm no better than my slut of a wife."

"I see!" Libby's friendship meant so much to him, that was a very deep bond, and it hurt a little: how could a wife, or a girlfriend for that matter, possibly compete with a relationship like that? "Are you interested in what I'm feeling right now Don?"

Don looked straight back into her eyes. There was intelligence there, it just needed an emergency to activate it. He said calmly, "I know exactly what you're feeling Kim, and I said I'm sorry, but I can't change it, and I know I'll be moving my stuff back to the swag when Libby is organised, and I hope one day you'll forgive me enough to be friends with me again too."

"Don, if you'd found me ten minutes ago, you would be in a world of shit. But we need to stay calm, I've settled, had some time to think, because to my eternal regret I helped with that little fiasco. Where we sleep from now is a decision for the three of us to talk about, later okay? For one thing Libby might not want to share a tent with me."

" And it might be really dumb for me--"

"--exactly, no might about it, that will not happen! What I'm saying is you can't just make unilateral decisions like that…" This was Don she was speaking to; "…you just can't just make announcements like that. Don, if you took the time and trouble to ask me, I would have told you that I believe I can get past you being inside someone briefly when it's a mistake like that… what I am struggling with is sharing a bed with you if you take advantage of a friend when she's vulnerable."

Don wasn't following her again. "C'mon Don you must suspect… no?... Libby is having huge problems with her… feelings for you Don, that's why I spent the first night in the tent with you, not Libby. She was nearly as upset about what Sarah did as you were. You've made her safe forever, deep down she feels she owes you for protecting her for so long, and now you're hurt she's vulnerable, you follow?"

Clearly he had enough on his plate at the moment; he was trying to focus but it was starting to just wash over him. Kim decided that they needed to get to work and settle a bit before resolving this. "Enough for now. Don, please go and prepare the boat for work while I see what Libby wants to do."

"Right boss, I'm on it." And he spun obediently away and walked briskly to river edge and boat.

Boss! Don called her boss. Not lover-boss but boss-boss. That gesture of respect seemed strangely important right now.

Ten minutes later Kim had made peace of sorts with a listless Libby, confined the conversation entirely to the days work. Don was down at the boat, Kim and Libby were getting equipment down for him to load, when four young guys in those two canoes drifted passed, they obviously planned to call in and be social, but the cool reaction from Don made them re think and instead they waved, one of them blew kisses to Kim, and drifted on. Kim was speechless. Oh my god, if they had drifted past thirty or forty minutes ago… Shit! She felt herself blush. Libby couldn't meet her eyes. And even Don was silent too, for a while, then he said courageously, "Excuse me Kim, may I ask a question?... How deep in the shit would I have been if they'd drifted past when we was all in the shower?" Libby choked down a giggle, then asked Don if he'd put clean knickers on her.

"Yep, out of your bag, why?"

"That's a relief, you put them on back-to-front silly."

"Oops, sorry Lib, here let me fix 'em…" And he started to walk toward her. Was he was actually going to strip his boss in front of Kim? Looked like it. Kim gave up reasoning with him at this point: kicked him in the shin. Pretty hard. And pointed at the front of the boat. He understood that communication!

With a lot of work from everyone the little team rediscovered its routines, and they had a productive day. By morning tea time Don trapped Libby against the side of the boat and they hugged, Don looked so relieved as he swung the squealing small women high off her feet and then nearly crushed her as he lowered her to the deck. Whispered something Kim couldn't hear, Libby smiled back, nodded, and kissed his cheek. Then predictably he started re-seducing Kim, holding hands, sitting beside her at lunch, just like on day one. Kim had strongly hinted that if he showed his responsible side she would forgive him. In an effort to regain some control she whispered her own secret to Don, "We still have to talk!" But by afternoon tea the morning's fiasco was a memory the three of them decided to leave buried, she might as well accept she was back with Don!

Before he started cooking that night Kim asked Don to come for a walk with her. They found a smaller little beach, she sat him on a low bank, straddled his lap and making sure he was looking at her reinforced a couple of simple rules and kept his attention with some rewards. "Don, being with you has made me very relaxed, but you absolutely need to leave Libby alone. No more showers, no kisses, no touching… unless you're both dressed. She's married, she's your friend, and she's vulnerable, don't fuck it up again. Lucky for you I was there so… but no more Don! Can I put it plainer? Any part of that not clear?... Good, because when I'm relaxed I'll go into the tent with you anytime you want, just take my hand and I'll take care of you; but I can only stay relaxed if I'm sure Libby is safe… Okay?"

"Very Okay Kim, you deserve much more better than me!"

"Good, now honey, one last thing, before we go to bed I'd like you to go for a swim, wash Libby off, off Mr Incredible, Okay? It'll be cold baby, but then you can think how cold the water was every time you think about Libby, got it?"

"Sure babe, it's as good as done."

"And then I'll warm you up nice okay?... Okay, all sorted, all good, and big day, Kimberly hungry Donnie fix?"

""Yes dear, Donnie fix!"

*********

"How many meals have you cooked for me Donnie?" A pensive Libby asked, watching him prepare their curried sausages -- but he was making himself comfortable against his log and Kim sat close beside him, soon to resettle with her head on his lap -- so she was left to answer her own question.

"Must be over two hundred you think?"

Their little walk and talk must have gone well. Incredibly Kim looked to be asleep quickly and Don was absorbed with Kim's sleeping face. This was no good, it wouldn't do for Don to have to wake her to finish cooking. He responded as Libby took over cooking, then walked to sit with him. By mutual agreement she didn't sit too close anymore, a pity after nearly eight years of easy togetherness. Looking for safe topics, "They don't make girls like they used to…" Libby commented, "…someone's working her too hard Don, would that be you, or I?"

"She is a good girl." Said Don fondly as he stroked Kim's hair. When their dinner was ready Libby watched with mixed feelings, as he gently woke, then tenderly held Kim until she caught up with where she was and who she was with. After dinner Kim and Libby had a quick planning meeting from either side of Don, if they were up and working early, they could be finished by late morning, pack by mid afternoon, and be home by around ten o'clock tomorrow night. Kim was strongly in favour of having an easy day, and another night, and heading home Saturday. Libby was happy with that, it would have been about a eighteen hour day, and she could cite fatigue and safety as the reason she didn't want Don driving so far after such a big day. Kim seemed subdued as a return to the real world loomed, Libby was concerned by Kim's quiet demeanour -- after three days of bright and cheeky and decisive Kim, the prospect of returning to the real world seemed to dampen her spirits, or maybe it was just the stress of the day.  

Don strangely chose this evening to have what looked like a very cold swim, Kim followed him down to the river beach with a towel, lantern and a rug, and sat to wait for him. After they'd watched Don strip and enter the water, hissing at the cold, Kim turned to Libby and asked quietly, "Libby! Friends, or enemies?"

Libby reached for Kim's hand, but found no returned gesture of friendship. She self consciously withdrew her hand and cautiously answered, "Friends, Kim, friends and colleagues, may I ask why?"

"Because I'm starting to care for Don—".

"--Kim--"

"--but if I have to compete with you, I mean, with his relationship with you--"

"--I THINK THAT'S HARSH KIM, this morning was a complete aberration, never before, never--"

"--I'M NOT TALKING ABOUT THIS MORNING LIBBY!... It's the general not the particular I refer to -- if I have to compete with you, then as soon as we get back to the real world I'm going to cut my losses before I get seriously hurt--"

"--oh Jesus--"

"--and you'll need to find another tech type to come back with him for the follow up trip."

"What happened to the romance proof heart? Kim your not being fair to any of us, even you, not--"

"--Not fair? Not fair?" Hissing now so Don wouldn't overhear. "I'll tell you what's not fair: No one can't compete, I mean, you know what I mean... Libby you asked me to forget some things, and I said I'd try, but I fear… I think that… shit how do I put this into words?... Lib -- even if Kimberly didn't exist -- those are issues you need to fix… fix! Not live with!"

Libby was in tears at this point, this was so unreasonable, so unexpected -- Throwing all Kim and Don's chances back on her own shoulders. It wasn't her fault she was so close to Don, it wasn't her fault Sarah had cheated, it wasn't her fault Kim felt like shit, none of it was her fault.

She sat quietly, tempted to leave and address this in the morning, but something kept her there, and she worked to recover her composure. Should have seen this coming. She recalled images through the amazing few days they'd had, of Don casually redoing Kim's hair while they watched Libby enter some coordinates in her laptop, or Kim tucking in his shirt and pulling his jeans up like a mother would, so familiarly you'd think they'd been together for months. There was only one thing to do right now -- and it was going to break her heart to do it.

"Okay Kim, I understand your concerns, and I will respect your wishes… Anyway, as far as competing with his relationship with me, I don't think I'm your real enemy, because I guarantee I've never been so far off his radar as I was tonight; I take it he's definitely leaving Sarah?"

"Well he hasn't said anything for a few days."

"Oh Kim, please be careful, even if I didn't exist, are you sure you want this? This is going to be the hardest thing I can imagine, sweetie, to be mixed up in a guy going through this. You understand if he has to chose between a year with you and a day with his kids, you lose!"

"I'm prepared to risk the will-he–divorce-Sarah-and-what-about-the-kids-and-everything-else issue, believe I can cope. It's having you as the perfect friend who maybe more one day that I can't manage."

"You're asking me to stop camping and travelling away with him…" And the tears started again, this time Kim reached for her hand, Libby speaking through her tears continued, "…and of course you're right. If you really want this, this, role… my parting advice is please please please be careful of Sarah's lover, Ben; my husband has done some checking, tells me he's a very capable lawyer, and if you fuck up, they will shred Don, fillet him -- if you look like fucking that up, you'll find me back on your radar big time, clear?"

"Clear."

"And believe it or not, I'm not trying to be a bitch asking this, but when does he find out about your periods? I'm assuming you normally tell a guy things like that before he falls in love with you?"

"Soon, Libby, soon, I promise; hopefully we'll make it home before its an issue..."

Libby hastily cleaned up her tears as Don returned from his swim, and watched as Kim helped dry and dress him, then welcome him onto the sand between her legs, to be pulled back, wrapped in the rug and pampered. Libby was about to leave them to have a good cry in privacy, when Don looked at her though Kim's hair, winked and smiled -- just once -- making her look away to hide her own teary smile. Well he hadn't forgotten her completely; and those guys at work who thought he was dumb should have just seen him now.

Things were unusually quiet in what Libby had started calling the 'honeymoon' tent tonight, and for a change she was straining to hear instead of trying to block it out. Hard to tell if they were making love or just talking, when Libby decided to mind her own business and get to sleep, she heard snuffling and movement around the camp, Christ! Dogs! She hissed "Don!" and the dogs stopped still, then she called louder "DON!"




Don's Wet Dream Ch. 02



"WHAT?"

"DOGS, HELP QUICK."

"Don't move, be right there."

"Not moving."

There was a flurry of zip sounds, grunting, snarling; and through the insect mesh of the swag she could see torch light waving erratically in the tree tops, then yelps, more grunts, some swearing and it seemed that the dogs retreated.

The welcome shape of Don appeared over her swag. "Come with me." Libby realised how much she was shaking.

He led her back to the tent, and left her with Kim, she was still shaking, Don went out to get Libby's bedding.

Libby reflected later that it was funny the things that enter your head when you're tense, as Kim guided her to the bed she asked, "Where is the wet patch Kim?"

"Don't have one tonight, the sheets aren't too bad Libby…"

"I bet! DON… where's my fucking sheets?… Oh,gross, icky, yuck?"

"Libby, you're married for fuck sake, here take Don's spot, it's pretty clean and why is he taking so long?" Kim was crawling toward the door her torch in one hand.

"Probably checking the dogs have -- where are you going?"

"Where do you think?"

Oh shit, that all they needed: "Don't!"

"Libby, I'm not lying here safe; that shit's for fairy tales."

"You'll confuse him, and get between him and a dog –- he'll call us if we're needed. KIM, listen, this is how we do things, he'll be fine. Please relax, you'll end up with a rock in your head out there."

Libby wrapped an arm around a still nude Kim, and said, "It was a little tense, I think Don was scared of one of them, I heard him swearing while he was throwing rocks." She giggled. "He said if she looked at him in that tone of voice again she'd end up in his camp oven… with herbs and tomato."

"Don could make even dog taste good too I'm thinking."

Don came in with some of Libby's sheets and they reorganised the sheets, he covered Kim with her bedding, and crawled up over her to give a kiss, "I'd better sleep in the swag honey, you look after Libby?"

"No Don! We will both look after Libby! I'm not having you sleeping out there with the dogs, I mean we'll all fit can't we Libby?"

"Yes sure, squeeze in Donnie. But it sounds like I interrupted something, you two carry on, I'll face the wall or something."

Don said immediately "Lib, I'd like to stay, but we're happy to be obstinate."

"That's abstinent darling." Kim said with a smile and gentle pat of his arm. "But he's right Libby, we're okay being obsti… abstinent."

"Kim! You've loaded him, now unload him if you want him in the tent. And I don't care how. Or no one is going to get any sleep, go on Donnie, do it, I'm still your boss."

Libby grinned to herself, as Don rolled a speechless Kim onto her side, facing Libby and entered her from behind. While he thrust rhythmically Libby found Kim's head was on her shoulder. Libby held her loosely to start with, then was stroking her hair, then gently rubbing her breasts the way Kim had rubbed hers in the shower. To Libby's surprise, and perhaps Kim's surprise too, Kim came, growling into Libby's side; followed closely by Don, growling into his pillow. Libby whispered in Kim's ear, "Can I have another guess what size they are?" Kim gasped, and quickly wriggled back to safe territory, lying on Don for her cuddle. And while Libby thought that she'd give just about anything to be in Kim's place, just once, Kim said matter firmly, "Lib, I'd feel better if you were unloaded too -- then if you like Don can put his shorts on, and he can sleep in the middle."

"Are you sure you won't be offended?"

"No Lib, do it."

Safe under her bedding, Libby slipped her shorts and knickers half way down and brought herself off, as quietly as she could -- her second orgasm of the day. Then muttered "Phew… If anyone at work hears about anything that happened today you're both sacked… okay Kim, having Don in the middle sounds a great idea--"

" –She's asleep Lib… bit tired lately, do you think she's okay… I don't want to wake her."

"Kim's fine Donnie, she'll tell you all about it later… where's your shorts--"

"--but I don't want to wake her--"

"--we won't wake her, please Don, for me, just roll to the side a little sweetie, Kim can be the small spoon, here I'll pull your shorts on… okay?… See I'm dressed, your dressed, and I'm sure Kim would be happy, now, I'll cuddle up… all good?"

"Yep, 'night Lib."

"Goodnight sweetie -- I mean 'night Don.'"

******************

Don told Libby to sleep in the tent again on Friday night too -- he was allowed to be the boss when there was dogs involved -– and he and Kim both stayed dressed and behaved. Libby tried to tell them to ignore her and do it again, but Kim firmly said 'not this time'. So they just talked, and cuddled until it was late and slept. In the morning Lord Donald had other ideas, so did Kim, she was very warm and cuddly this morning. And Libby left the tent, kindly braving the dogs to leave them alone.  

Kim stripped her clothes off, whispering, "We are going to make love this morning, but not too much noise when Libby's close, okay? Don't make me cum!" And she told him, "We can play until the last minute and then I want you to climb on and do your worst."

He was sure she meant do his best. Then for the first time in years Lord Donald was in a girl's mouth and bein' sucked, and he didn't even have to ask for it. He groaned, "Oh, that's real good!" Kim stopped and look up crossly, "Shhh, or I'll have to stop." Don didn't trust himself to speak so he nodded, and Kim sucked him in again. A bit later still not trusting himself to speak he shook her shoulder, and she lay back and open for him to climb on and she kissed him really hard then whispered again, "I like you spurting inside me, even when I don't come, fill me honey!" And he did what Kim told him.

They just lay there and kissed some more. Then they lay with her head on his shoulder and he stroked her hair. Wanted to do this again, for sure, but he knew it wouldn't be not fair on a young bright girl to ask her to sleep with an old married man while he figured out how to divorce Sarah, and if some guy in a suit didn't snap her up in the meantime he was thinking it would be real nice to ask her out afterwards. But that could take a while. And if not he hoped she would at least be another friend, like Libby. One good thing he realised, he could keep up a younger girl, that was a good feelin'.

They all worked for an hour or so packing up their little camp site. The work equipment had been packed when Don called a halt for breakfast. He'd packed most of the cooking gear away, so breakfast was just porridge, and they talked casually about the plans for the rest of the day Don had said that he would drop Libby and Kim at home, and go home to see Sarah and his kids.

Kim had stared at him with dark angry look that scared him, then a loud, "FINE!" and thrown her porridge at him, the bowl glancing his head, and went to the tent to pack, sounded like she was tearing some of her stuff trying to fit it away. Don wondered what the fuck had happened. Kim usually said lots, so this was a bit strange too. He and Libby quickly checked each other for burns, and Libby blotted up the blood from the graze on his head.

He drove the boat out, Libby beside him, Kim pale and thin lipped in the back. And when they arrived back at the boat ramp, the maintenance guys were waiting, but didn't feel like talking to them, Libby had to do that again. They loaded the car and had a quiet drive toward home until Libby requested a comfort stop at a truck rest area. Kim left them, walking over to a picnic table and sat alone, facing away from Don, when Libby returned she insisted on rechecking the cut on his head, he sat on the trailer bar while she did that.

"So Don, am I to understand you're going to make it work with Sarah?"

That surprised him. "No Libby I'm not!"

"Sure? Good! In that case can I make two suggestions? Really think it would be a good idea to do what I say."

"Yep."

"One, you need to talk to Kim." 

"That might be a bit hard--"

"--and two, you need to talk to Sarah! You know you have to."

"…did you notice she's a bit pissed at me for some reason? And Sarah might not be real happy either, if she finds out what Kim and me did when we was away." 

"If you want me too I'll come with you, to talk with Sarah I mean, keep you from getting angry -- Kim I think you need to handle alone. And speaking of Kim, let's just think that through together can we? Do you think maybe Kim took a big risk with her self esteem getting involved with you? She did what she did for lots of reasons, but mainly for you, but now do you think she might be fond of you and thinks you're turning your back on her, and going back to Sarah? That's what I thought too this morning, and it scared me. I think you owe her an explanation of what your plans are. Please go talk to her sweetie. It will be alright, she wouldn't have been so angry unless she cared."

Don, putting it off for a minute, getting his head unmessed, bought an apple pie from the fast food van at the truck stop, then served a coffee from his thermos the way he knew Kim liked it. Libby beckoned him to her on his way back to Kim, reached up and fixed his collar, kissed his cheek, and they had a brief hug. "Lots of detail Donnie, OK?" Don walked over to Kim, nervous: maybe giving her hot coffee wasn't such a good idea. He sat straddling the bench seat facing Kim. She ignored him. He placed the pie and coffee on the table in front of her and then said, "Kim, I think I've figured out what made you pissed, and you missed out on breakfast, please eat this, and you'll feel better."

Kim must have been pretty hungry by now, cause she ate it quickly. Was quiet for another minute, then looked at her watch, turned to Don, looked straight at him, very unfriendly, "Six hours to check on me, says it all doesn't it? If you really want to go back to your rotten wife and get your heart broken all over that's your business—"

"--Kim--"

"--but when you drop a clanger like that -- in front of Libby too -- it makes me think, well, 'what kind of a shit judge of character is Kimberly? Stupid bimbo shared her bed for a week, A WHOLE FUCKING WEEK…"

"--Kim, I--"

" --like, what happened to a cuddle… NOT NOW DON!… Just for old time sake, I'll give you a piece of advice, next time you stupid enough to sleep with you and decide you want to stay married, try this instead, take her for a walk to a special beach, a cuddle, tell her why you needed to go back with Sarah, a kiss on the cheek, tell her she's still special, tell her it was a great week?" Women were a bit like kids really, no good trying to talk to them when they were having a tanty, usually better to just wait til your kids finished, same with Kim.

"Tell me Don, did you decide to go back to the witch before or after you fucked me this morning? No, actually, don't tell, I feel like a stupid bit of fluff as it is." Kim looked at the coffee, he move back a bit. "Don't worry, I only throw things at people I care about, you're safe, satisfied? Thanks for finally checking, you can go back to Libby and Sarah now. Good bye!"

This had gone on long enough. "No I'm not satisfied, can you listen for a minute? I never thought that you were cheap or stupid and I'm sorry you think that, can we start today again? We'll both feel better if you let me?"

Kim turned back to face her front, "Make it quick." Still cold, but at least she was listening.

"What I meant to say was that I figured I'd go home and move into my basement. See the kids each day. Walk with them, get them to school and that so they knew I loved them, and make sure Sarah don't tell em lies. And I thought I'd see you at work most days, behave myself, not embarrass you with your friends, not pinch you on the butt in front of Max, that sort of thing. Maybe we'd have lunch together sometimes if you wanted, and I hoped you would give me some advice, help me see a lawyer with me if you wanted, 'cause you seem to know what I'm trying to think and say most of the time. And I'd find a way to let the kids meet you, if you wanted, 'cause I think you'd get on pretty well, especially with my girl…."

Libby had said a lot of detail, Ok, he could do that.

"…and then when the divorce was all finished, I thought I'd probably say to myself - 'You know, Donald, that Kim: she let you sleep in her tent every night that week we camped on the river, she must have liked you, you know. If it had been just a couple nights you would probably say it was just a treat for a sad man, but every night? C'mon you must have done somethin' right.' " And I also would've said, 'I wonder if she has a boyfriend yet, some arseho-- some guy in a suit, I hope not.' " And then I would have put on my best jeans, clean boots, cut my hair even, get some flowers in one hand, and the divorce thingy in the other, to show you, and I'd knock on your front door, and put on my 'hey, Kim, betcha can't resist me now' smile, and give you the flowers and wait til you put them in a bit of water, and ask you if you had time to come for a walk, maybe down along that river I noticed behind your house, 'cause we like rivers don't we Kim?... And after we walked a while I'd take a deep breath and I'd ask you whether you thought a that young, clever, pretty, engineer like you would ever be foolish enough to want a big dumb old labourer like me as her boyfriend. I'd hope that you'd say yes. And if you said No! Well, I'd be sad, but I'd a known I tried and you'da thought about it, like you think about everything, well nearly everything, and I woulda said as far as I'm concerned we're still friends forever, kissed you on the cheek, left the flowers, and gone. If you'da said yes, I'da thrown you in the air, then, well, you can guess what we woulda done then, as soon as we got back to your place. So, do you see why I didn't think we needed to go for a walk this morning, and I'd love to cuddle and kiss you and thank you for being special all the time, I'm sorry I didn't think to tell you that this morning."

Kim sat still, he sat still, she stared out over the fields, and he kept looking at her, his stomach so tight, he thought he must have forgotted to breath. She still hadn't turned back toward him. Her face looked just beautiful from this angle, she had a nice nose. Like on old statues of Greeks or Romans whoever they were. She was very still. She didn't talk to him for another minute then finally turned toward him again.

"Why didn't you tell me you were going to divorce Sarah earlier?"

"Kim! I was pretty busy dodging porridge."

Kim picked up her coffee, looked at him, looked at the coffee, looked back at him, "And you did care enough to risk hot coffee? That means something I guess." With a half smile as she sipped her coffee.

"That's better, a smile… we can go home now."

The smile went. "What do you mean?"

"Libby said we couldn't go home til I made you smile, she even confiscated my keys… Hey, two smiles, she'll definitely believe me now."

Kim reached for his collar, and folded it out from under his polar fleece, she always liked him to look as neat as possible even when there was only Libby and dogs to see him -- Libby must have messed up fixing it. Don held her hand there, Kim didn't pull back, so he moved closer, waited a bit, slid one arm under her breasts and then the other arm around her back to meet low on her opposite side. With just a little bit of pressure Kim slowly melted against him, eventually resting her head on his shoulder, and gripping his arms tight against her chest, he finally knew everything was all right when she started stroking it with her thumb like she always did. He punched out a gasp of relief toward the sky, and for the first time since he'd known Kim, she tried to say sorry, mucked it up and cried. A lot. Heaving shoulders, with shudders, deep breaths, tears that wet his jacket, and a runny nose that bubbled as she breathed. He wasn't sure if holding her helped or made it worse, but she gripped his arm so tight that he kept doin' it. All he knew was that Kim in his arms wetting his jacket with tears and snot was a gazillion times better than Kim sittin' away with her back to him. Now he'd got over being pissed, that just plain sucked.

After she had started to recover, he whispered into her beautiful hair, "Babe, I've gotten you involved in a bit of a mess haven't I?"

"Yep, but that's okay, the pie will start work soon, sniff, give it a minute, it will, sniff, Don, can you do something for me please?"

"Yes Kim." Hoping she would ask for a hanky to blow her nose.

"Don't you want to know what it is?"

"Yes Kim."

"Would you come to my place, maybe for dinner? Give us time to have a talk, sort out some plans and some rules -- remember I'm an engineer? We like plans and rules."

"Yes Kim."

"It would mean a lot to me if we did that before you see Sarah."

"It would be a pleasure to have dinner with you tonight, and I will be happy to talk with you for as long as you want."

"It's a lot to ask, I know you want to see Christy and--"

"--Kim! This is Don talking... I'll be there!"

"Please don't growl at Kimberly sweetie, she's a bit fragile..."

"Sorry Kimberly, is your period close babe?"

"YOU THINK!... Oh, sorry too baby! Yes it's close, and I'm on the biggest fucking roller coaster in the world right now, all part of, ta da Kimberly, Donnie Fix?... No!... Well Poo!"

They hugged a bit more, "Are you sure you're still want to knock on Kimberly's door? Wait, don't answer that 'til I've blown my nose... OH SHIT!... I'm a real good mess aren't I?... Pathetic… just fucking pathetic, love people seeing me like this."

"It's only me lookin' princess, nothing to get upset about, you look pretty good to me."

"You're so sweet I almost believe you, but don't move honey, don't let Libby see me like this, or Sarah, oh God Don, never Sarah."

Don brought up his hanky, wiped Kim's tears, and he held her hair out of way while she blew her nose. He remembered she used his pockets for storing things, like most of her hair gear, which was why her hair looked pretty messy this morning he guessed, so got out an elastic and arranged a pony tail for her. "Kim? You trust me with Sarah don't you? Because you should sweetheart, just thinking about her makes me soft -- wanna feel? I know if she wants to stay married to me she might try some tricks, I figured that out, but her tricks won't work. I won't let you down again."

Cleaned up and respectable at last. "Let's talk about that tonight too." And she leaned up for a kiss, she did trust him with Sarah. And Libby was right, as usual, this was going really well. "Kimberly is back, ta da again, so, what sort of flowers?"

"What sort of…? Oh yeah, well I'd need to ask Libby or Amy or someone about that, but they would be special, cause I want to say a lot with them, for a extra special girl; say things like 'Thanks for helping me divorce Sarah,' and 'Thanks for sharing your tent on the river,' and most important, 'Hey will you be mine?…' So they would have to be serious flowers. Lots of flowers. Nice flowers. Best I can get."

"Mmmm… Roses?"

"Nup."

"What! No roses? Why not roses?"

"I'm keeping the roses up my sleeve for after you agree you'll be my girlfriend. Help you to make the right decision see?"

"Sneaky, doesn't suit you at all! And anyway I already deserve roses, probably not red ones, lovers for nearly a week and I'm certain that lovers rate roses."




Don's Wet Dream Ch. 02



"I'll check the flower rules babe, if they say roses, you'll get roses."

"Don, you're not listening honey, its not helping me relax, this is not negotiable, one of our rules will definitely be that if Kimberly has your egg white dribbling into her knickers, Kimberly gets whatever fucking flowers Kimberly fucking wants. Is that reasonably clear?"

"Clear babe. Trumped me there. You get roses. Wow, still dribbling, after all this time?"

"Yes! I keep trying to tell you, you're very prodigious darling. Still? I didn't cum remember, lots of it's still there I promise you!"

"Prodigious." A good word. "Prodigious." Yep, a real good word. "Sweetheart… I'm not soft anymore… wanna feel again… Honey?"

"And we don't really need to… mmmm… we don't really need to wait til your divorce either, for some of those flowers, do we, honey?

"Nope, leave it with me."

They kissed and cuddled some more.

"Babe?"

"Mmmm?" Sounded content, that was nice, she would be ok.

"We best be movin'."

"Mmmm!" Sounded grumpy, that was nice too.

She was pressed tight to his front and they kissed some more, it felt to Don like Kim would agreeable right now to goin' into a tent for a while; a girl's periods could be good and bad things all at the same time. She reached up and held his head with both hands.

"Listen, I was a grade one bitch this morning, a real cow, and I'm so truly sorry about what I did, and today should never have about me. Darling, I'll make this right for you as soon as I can. And you can pinch me on the butt anytime you want to." Kim looked like she wanted to cry some more. He would try and stop it this time, before it started. The hanky wouldn't cope with another cry, neither would his jacket.

"That's okay sweetie. I'll just have to be more careful when I make you porridge. Won't talk to you when you're eating it, leastwise til it cools down."

"I'm just glad no one got hurt."

"Mmmm."

They enjoyed another five minutes sitting together before Don said he thought he saw Libby gettin' a bucket out of the boat to fill up with water and throw over them, so they walked back to Libby holding hands, Don noticed Libby looking at his neck with a smile. What was that about? he thought.

Libby offered the front passenger seat to Kim. That was typically nice. About an hour from home, Sarah rang on Libby's phone, Libby said "Don! It's Sarah, do you want to talk to her?" She handed the phone through from the back at the same time. Libby had a way of telling you to do things with out sayin' anythin' sometimes. He took the phone.

"Hello Sarah this is Don speaking."

"Hello Don, its good to talk to you, can we start again, I'd like us both to forget what we said last week, let's forget the rudeness, and I hope you'll come home in a good mood, ready to talk, have you done some thinking?"

"I've done a lot of thinking, how are the kids?"

"So are we going to have a talk?"

"Yes I guess we need to, where are the kids?"

"Kids are with Nanna and Pa, you'll be home soon?"

"Not yet, I'll be at Libby's for a while, and then I'll be home about 9 o'clock probably?" With a glance to Kim who nodded "Yep around 9 or 9:30 perhaps…"

"Why so late?"

"I'm having dinner with Kim…" And there was a click.

Kim had taken her hand out of his so he could talk to Sarah and steer the car, and was sitting very still, holding herself with her arms. She looked more upset by Sarah's call than he was; he took her hand back.

Libby's phone rang again and this time she handled it.

"Yes Sarah… This is Libby… That's right they're coming to my place for a late lunch, then Don has a some work to do -- off-load the boat, and I believe Don is having dinner with Kim… Well I guess she thinks it her turn to cook, I don't know, maybe she asked him nicely… No I'm not going to be with them… You'll have to ask Don that question… You'll have to ask him that question too… Well I believe they are your rules Sarah… I'm sure we left half the money there, why would that mean so much unless… 'bye Sarah… You're right, Kim, she does know some bad words!" 

Closer to home Libby took a couple of phone calls, from her husband Brett it seemed – he wasn't lookin' forward to seeing Brett for a while -- who she spoke with quietly, and strangely handed the phone to Kim to listen to Brett for a minute. But he was pretty excited about how Kim was squeezin' his hand, and if he didn't fuck up she had almost agreed to be his girlfriend. After a bad start to the day, that felt good. If Libby or Kim thought he needed to know what Brett was talking about they woulda told him.

*******

Kim experienced one of her mini panic attacks listening to Don's conversation with Sarah, sinking feeling in her chest, hard to breath, hoped she hid it well. Don had handled that call with pleasing confidence, but a fine man's marriage had just ended, she witnessed it, maybe contributed to it's demise, and later the news from Brett was sombre…

Libby's children, Josh and Nicole, were playing on their trampoline when the team walked up to her house for lunch. The kids squealed excitedly, "Mummy's home, Mummy's home." And it appeared to Kim that they knew a great fast way off trampolines, "Catch me Uncle Don, catch me."

Don stayed outside playing big-angry-bear-throws-kids-back-on trampoline-faster-than-they-can-jump-off -- a noisy game! Libby ushered Kim inside and introduced her to Brett, he was a lightly-built, dishevelled looking man; he wrote text books in Geology and Archaeology. It seemed to Kim that Libby was glad Kim was there and made sure Brett understood Kim was special to Don. Rather than investigate Sarah's affairs himself he'd hired a PI and had a preliminary report which he gave to Libby, who quickly scanned it and suggested to Kim that one of them review it before showing Don -- Don never saw it, and Kim asked Libby to keep the final report.

Brett elaborated on his phone calls, they'd missed Sarah by less than twenty minutes, and he pointed solemnly at a small pile of boxes, suitcases and bags in their front room, he also handed Libby the note Sarah had dropped with the pile. Libby handed it on to Kim, who thought someone should open it, she quickly read the letter; Sarah had decided Don needed to try harder, keep thinking until he came up with a better attitude. She threatened that if there wasn't a serious effort to demonstrate more commitment on his part, the next communication would be via lawyers. She'd kicked Don out and changed the locks, the kids would be staying with her parents for a few days while she did some thinking of her own. Kim must have looked as angry as she felt; it was not a good time of month to be dealing with this sort of news. It was a very good thing Sarah wasn't there right then, and Brett actually stepped back from her. But then Kim put her thinking cap on -- she'd lost it once today and embarrassed everyone; needed to do better now. "That's made things a bit interesting hasn't it? Less than an half an hour to organise all this, Sarah! I don't fucking think so, I don't." Kim showed Libby the letter and the three of them had a brief conversation. Libby looked at Kim, query on her face, Kim nodded and Libby walked out, "Donnie you need to be in here with us for a minute… sorry kids, and where's Mummy's next hug."

Kim took his hand as he entered, and they approached the pile of bags, he obviously recognised most of it and it dawned on him what it meant. Libby and Brett politely stayed back and let Kim walk Don through the developments at her own pace; sitting him on a couch and talking him through the letter.

"We think she's trying to frighten you, and maybe try to make you go and apologise, we also don't think she couldn't have done all this in one hour and you interrupted a plan by saying you were having dinner with me. Libby and I also think that if we hadn't played those stupid games with Sarah on the phone that this might not of happened."

"Sarah used to be nice once."

"Of course she was, but she's scared honey, and I think Libby and I are partly to blame, but I'm so glad you didn't walk into something like this on your own door step, because that's what she was planning."

A cup of tea materialised for Don and he sat for a while. Brett offered to let Don stay for a few days, the kids would love to have him. Kim saw him blush, apart from everything happening to Don he now had the dilemma of Libby's husband being nice to him. Kim said, "Thanks Brett, but Don is still coming to my place for dinner, we'll talk to you about it afterwards."

They loaded Don's extra gear in the boat, and he drove Kim to the office, parked the boat and work car away and they moved everything into his ute. Don pulled up at Kim's house, he was so flat and dull that Kim was concerned that he might not be strong enough to deal with his kids. It would be better if he regrouped. It was dawning on her that crises involving others were his forte, crises involving himself were definitely not. She suggested he come in for a break, to compose himself before meeting Christy and Mark. He looked relieved and said that sounded good to him.

She lead Don into her house -- technically it was still her grandfather's, he was ill and had been moved into a hostel nearly six months ago. While he was more with it he'd said, "You're going to inherit it anyway poppet, your mother got too much too easy already, so you and Brian might as well start using it." Quickly showed him around, the action of checking out a new house seemed to partially awaken him. Kim decisively led him into her bedroom, undressed him, pushed him back on her bed and then stripped and joined him. He was definitely still flat, slow to harden.

Kim made him hard with her mouth, then lay back and received him. Eventually he said, "Sorry babe, don't think I can make you come."

"That's absolutely fine Donnie… a present from Kimberly… I want something to right for you today…"

After they finished, Kim said "Happy tenth anniversary honey. Now listen for a minute, there will be plenty of time to talk tonight, or tomorrow, for now I'd like to keep it simple, oh shit, the only things you need to know is that I'm here to help with Sarah and lawyers, and your children, for as long as it takes, pass me that towel honey, and if for any reason you're not comfortable here Libby is available to help too, OK?... And secondly, I think you need to get up, shower, visit Mark and Christy, if you feel comfortable, I want you to have dinner there, and then be back here by eight -– eight thirty latest. Leave Mark and Christy there, you're sleeping here, they're sleeping there, OK?... Good. I'll unpack and start checking out divorce details online… Is that OK babe, and where's a kiss at least?

"And I also want to thank you for your leadership this morning, very ashamed of the breakfast business, I can only warn you that around this time of the month, my mood swings are extreme, and later the cramps, nausea, migraines even, you name it I get it, and bleeding are pretty bad too. And no matter how hard I try, I'm not much fun to be around, it's something you will have to be really strong about."

She risked a glance at his eyes to see how he was receiving this news, clearly had a lot on his mind, but was focussing on her at the moment. Kim was thinking to herself 'please say that's okay, if we're not going to make, please, please please don't let it be because of my rotten stinking cursed fucking periods -- I couldn't handle that again.' And he stroked her hair and said "That's cool babe, I'll manage, is that why you take those days off work?"

"Uh huh... Pretty sad isn't it? And apart from Max you're the only man at work that knows."

They showered together, the shower doing even more to refresh him than their lovemaking, and Kim walked him to his ute. He looked much better now, back in the here-and-now, enough for her to be a little cheeky, "Baby, I'd be pretty sure that Sarah's mother knows about Kimberly by now, so which Kimberly is going to be in your head if she asks about me, the porridge throwing monster, or the one you just bedded?"

He was quiet for a while, looking back at her calmly. C'mon Don, really easy options, dots so close together, you have to get this right, what's there to think about for so long?

"I'm gunna think about none of those Kims, Kim."

"What?"

"None of those Kims -- I'm gonna think about the Kim who fell asleep with her head on my lap a couple of nights ago while Libby finished cooking our dinner, because that's the Kim I decided I wanted to spend more time with. And it's when I thought that there was nothing I would ever want to do but stroke your hair and watch your face when you sleep, lookin' like a princess -- too good to have your head on my lap -- but there it was. And don't take this wrong sweetie, but when you wake up you're so confused and bleary eyed and your hair is all over the place, your skin is so warm and you're beautiful and I want to kiss you and hug you and tell you everything is fine, and its okay to wake up, babe, my tummy just hurts."

Kim swallowed the lump in her throat, what a day this was tuning out to be; her poet, Donnie, who knew? "Hold that thought Donnie, I like being that Kimberly in your head… and now you better go see your kids… before one of us says something to ruin it."

Unpacking her things was easy, then the big job of unpacking his stuff, both the dirty clothes from the trip and the clean clothes from Sarah's effort. To her surprise Sarah had packed with care, definitely not what Kim would have done, and Don sure had a lot of jeans. The strangest thing to make her cry a second time on this most dramatic day was the fact that every pair of jeans was labelled carefully inside with permanent marker pen identifying them as 'hunting/fishing' or 'neat/work' and so on. Kim blubbered a smile to herself through her tears; she couldn't say she didn't know what type of man she was getting involved with. Then there was a few hours of alone time, for the first time for a week, she got to sit on her verandah bench seat and reflect on how just a week can change so many things. 

And it was time to 'phone Julie, report in.

"Hi Jules, its--"

"—KIM! You're back!... Rod, its Kim!… How was the trip, how did camping go – did you get any sleep, how big was the boat, did wotsisname behave, was the food good, did you behave, did you get some sun, is your boss still talking to you, did you make it home before your period started 'cause we can bring pizza round if you need some help, what are you doing next Saturday, there's this new guy at work, the girls call him 'Lance' can you believe it -- tell me he's gifted if you know what I mean, and anyway it is high time you got some action, Kim you got to do this, for me, find out if its true, else I'll have go there myself and that would just break Rod's heart -– wouldn't it sweetie -–"

"--Julie! I need some help."

"…Talk!"

"How does a guy go about getting divorced?"

"How does a…? You got laid! -– Rod! Kim's got a guy! -- Who, not oh my God wotsisname?"

"Yes, his name is--"

"--Oh my god… I mean OH MY GOD!... Rod, Kim's hooked up with a gorilla from work! Well say something Rod!... What the fuck happened to the rules? What's he like, apart from big and hairy?"

Kim tried to describe her week, and Don, and unusually Julie actually listened, interrupting only occasionally. 

"Amazing, dying to meet him, and do you need some help this week… you know we can bring some pizza around--"

"--No, thanks Julie, its okay, Don's--"

"--Oh, your mum helping this month?"

"No Don's moved in, and Jules, I think he'll cope, really."

"He's living there? Already?... OH MY GOD … I've just got to meet this Don… So that's a big no for 'Lance' I guess… Its okay Rod I was joking, I promise baby… You're going make me wait 'till Saturday aren't you? Witch!"

In spite of having his own key, Don knocked on her front door, early, and clearly exhausted. Kim didn't pry too much how it went. And he was quiet, other than to say the kids were okay confused and coping. They would be at hiss till mid-week and it didn't look like anyone was real happy there at the moment. They had a cup of tea together, then there was a 'Where am I sleeping?' to which Kim pretended to ignore and led him to bed. Unsure how supporting she should be, and whether more love making was called for, cuddled up and he squeezed her tight. The best she could do was a place to live, a bed and a girl to cuddle. His shoulder shuddered a few times, she felt a few tears drop on her breast and arm, then he was asleep, heavy.

For a change they both slept in, the first night she was responsible for cuddling him and he wasn't in her arms -- failed. But there he was, propped up on his elbow, looking at her fondly, he looked to have recovered his equanimity, and she recalled with pleasure how much he liked looking at her face as she woke -- surely that wouldn't be the case this particular morning. Her face would be blotchy and puffy, yet, the warm look was in his eyes. When he realised she was awake, he smiled, and she thought, he's right, today might be okay.  He stroked her hair and she knew it. "Good morning Kim, you never said yesterday whether you wanted me for your boyfriend."

"Well, you never finished asking! Yes I do –- however I require some roses -- and where is my wake up cuddle?"

Don rolled her onto her back and entered her quickly, God Damn it! He's done it again, and she quickly moistened as he worked in deep. They'd have to have a little chat about some more rules, lots of rules, and the difference between cuddles and sex… when he'd finished… or tomorrow. She pulled the blankets over them. Don then confused her by just lying motionless, still embedded. Kim started to roll her hips to massage him, but Don said "Uh Uh. Don't move!"

"What?" Kim answered sharply

"You asked for a cuddle, lie still, this is a special cuddle. Lie still."

So she lay still, this was new to the normally more experienced Kim, a special cuddle, and oh so intimate, who knew… again?

"Babe, what do you want to do today?" How the hell could he expect her to think at a time like this?

"phhhh… well we need to draw up Don's separation… mmmm… action plan, but other than that we could have a really lazy Sunday if you want?... Maybe more special cuddles…"

"That sounds good, see if we're together much longer you'll be as brainy as me! All I have to do today is go to work for a couple of hours and unpack Libby's samples from the boat, go to Ma's, I mean Amy's, and see the kids are OK and pick up my chainsaw 'cause John said he'd take that off Sarah once he sobered up, and I'll cut us some wood – get the fire going -- and do you want to come with me and meet them?"

"The fire's a waste of time, broke, fills the house with smoke… ahh… and did you say for me, to come to Amy and John's?"

"Yep, Ma asked if she could meet you -- and you could meet my kids at the same time if you want."

Concentrate Kim! "Wouldn't Sarah get pissed if I visit her parents?"

"Yep she would, and I said that to Ma, I mean Amy, but she said she couldn't give a fuck… she doesn't normally talk like that."




Don's Wet Dream Ch. 03



Kim told him she was sorting out precautions, but unless they wanted to make a baby they had to abstain for the middle week of her first cycle. He didn't think she really wanted to make a baby. She also said she was going to wear her denim shorts with three buttons at the waist to bed for the whole week to stop getting 'sleepy raped', and they weren't allowed to do anything at all sexy, cuddles only, so put anything sexy right out of his head, and then they should sleep well.

After the first couple of nights he said the buttons dug into him while they was asleep. Kim answered 'not cuddling wasn't an option', so she came up with plan B. For Plan B they would play sexy games, 'just to get it all out of their system', and then she would put normal panties on and they should sleep well. That worked for a couple of nights and they had a pretty good time pleasing each other with mouths, tongues, breasts and good ole stumpy. But then he mucked up one night after she made him cum between her breasts, he used his tongue to make her sing, then he lay on her for a kiss and cuddle and before he knew what was happening they was fucking. And she wasn't stopping him, she had her hands on his hips holdin' him tight like she did sometimes. She looked lots like Libby did that time her nearly did her, which reminded him how lucky it was Kim stopped him poppin' inside Lib 'cause he knew Lib wasn't takin' any precautions… PRECAUTIONS! OH SHIT and he stopped. And Kim got wide eyed and said, "Crap! Don, what are we doing?... Did you come baby, we are fucking hopeless…?"

"No Sweetie, but, awe shit, there might be some stuff left from before."

And then she did some countin' with her fingers, got a pill box out and read the instructions, then did some more countin' with her fingers and after a bit she went down on him and he got another great blow job, so that turned out pretty good. And while she was sucking him she came up with plan C. She said she should be safe, but just in case this time they both had to wear shorts for a couple more nights, and take it in turns to take them off while they played. And she cut the buttons off and used some old shoe laces to tie them up. So they could sleep good.

More important was preparing for his first session with Sarah since she'd kicked him out. It was the first counselling meeting Kim had organised for him -- she said they would probably have to have three sessions. It would be at a meeting room at the court house, she said if he behaved himself, didn't get cranky, then he might not have to go to a proper court with lawyers asking him questions in public, And she said that the good thing about this meeting thing was the bosses wanted it over with -- just like he did –- cause no one made any money out of it and they thought it was better to do it before people got bitter.

The bad thing about it was that for the first meeting he had to pretend he wanted to stay with Sarah. That's sucked! Kim said to save around seven or eight thousand dollars he could 'Just suck it up'. Kim also said who did he want as a support person, Sarah would have a friend there so he was allowed to too. Now Don never thought he was a clever person, but he did figure out that it would be uncourteous to ask his beautiful new girlfriend to sit at home while he went to a meeting and pretended he liked his wife, misconfusions could start that way. Girls like Kim were as rare as rockin' horse shit, he wanted to keep her. Speakin' about horses, he was thinking about trying a duplicitous plan. Kim had used that word a bit, it was a good word, she had explained what it meant by telling him a story about a couple she knew. "There was a girl see, and this guy has been fucking her witless for nearly a week, follow? And this guy might be moving in with this girl, still with me? And he's standing near this girl's bedroom door, she's nearly his girlfriend you understand, but not quite, and instead of saying like a man should 'I'm gonna sleep there.' He asks this, ready?... "Where do you want me to sleep?"… still follow? And looking at her in a hey Pa I've lost my horse kind of way, well Donnie that would be duplicitous, and I would be really pissed off if a guy I cared about had behaved like that."

Except for the thing about the horse, it nearly could have been Don and Kim! Go figure!

Anyway, he thought it might help Sarah out too, meetin' Kim would help her to stop pretendin' she wanted him to move back home either.

Sarah's support person would be her best friend Jodi. Jodi was a good girl. She was married to one of Don's rescue friends Frank. Frank would have been a good man to have as his support person, a house builder -- not a suit -- but pretty tricky when it came to meetings and legal trickery. It wouldn't be very nice to ask Frank to sit against Jodi and fight her. And Frank was the only friend he thought could have been much use, oh, except of course Libby, but Kim and Libby seemed very polite to each other these days, too nice, didn't make sense. Often Frank worked out of town or late, and because Sarah was working late more and more, him and Jodi would team up to help each other to look after all their kids, he'd take them to the park to play football, or they'd go to parties and BBQs together. Made it easier, Jodi's boys were pretty energetic, a lot of work for a tired mum. Their friends would joke that Don and Jodi knew what each other were going to say just like they were married. He better tell Kim about that before she got cranky. It was bad enough that Kim thought he wanted to fuck Libby, let alone her thinking he wanted to fuck Jodi too!

It did turn out to be a interestin' day, Sarah walked into the meeting room at the court like she owned the place, hadn't even sat down when she hissed in front of everyone, "Don, no one else, no one else, would be stupid enough to bring their slut of a girlfriend to a reconciliation meeting. I'm lost for words, if she stays, we're finished!"

That didn't sound right, Sarah usually found some words when she needed them, and forgetting this was part of his own duplicitous plan for a minute he picked up a court pamphlets on the table and read; "Meetings are to be free from insults, name calling and other negative behaviour -- we're finished anyway Sarah, but if you speak about my girlfriend like that again, we'll have to leave this to the lawyers and the magistrate will be making the decisions… Is there any part of that not clear?...Sarah, can I speak plainer?... And also and as well I think ya better apologise to Kim, or we are going!"

Sarah couldn't always find words it seemed. Kim grabbed his arm, looked right at him with strong eyes –- looked hurt, never met a women that liked bein' called a slut yet -- "Honey, I don't need an apology, we've got bigger fish to fry… but I did really like that you insisted Sarah not call me that again."

Jodi put her arm on Sarah's and pulled her down into her chair pretty hard, "Kim… it was Kim wasn't it?... Hi Kim, I'm Jodi, and Sarah will not speak in that way again." Don was still getting' over surviving being rude to Sarah and living, didn't think you were allowed to talk to Sarah like that, and sure didn't think she would listen, but it seemed to work.

The meeting went about as he thought it might. Obviously Sarah would be pissed that Don had found himself a real live one. And even better, Kim treated Don just the same in front of Sarah that she did every where else. And Kim always listened so politely to what he said. And Kim thought he was smart sometimes. Don saw that now they wouldn't have to play silly games and pretend to 'explore reconciliation' as the court documents said he should have, that was good, that shit was out of the way. He would start making more plans, plans were good when they worked.

Kim and Amy had both told him at least twice each that it would be provocative -- Amy was learning good words too -– provocative, of him to visit Sarah's place when the kids moved home, so he didn't. But it had been two weeks since he'd seen them. It was good when Kim made Sarah agree to weekly dinner at Kim's place for the kids, he didn't mind he had to collect and drop them off. Sarah said no way to an overnight stay. Her problem with Don having the kids sleep "In that… that… that... women's house," was the moral example it set for Christy. Well that was an interesting thing to think on, Kim sure did had a good healthy liking for lots of love making, didn't think they made girls like that until he met Kim, but how could he explain that they would behave when the kids were around with out admitting how much they played up. Kim wasn't a slut, and she wouldn't run around naked while his kids were there, and she watched her language when other people were around. While he was thinking of what to say, Kim thought of something to say first, and told Sarah that they could have a debate about moral examples, especially the examples of fidelity, and respect, anytime Sarah wanted, anywhere she wanted. Kim guaranteed that Christy, and Mark, would receive as good or better moral example in her house as they would in Sarah's. And further if Sarah hadn't kicked Don out and changed the fucking locks it wouldn't be an issue, because he would be sleeping in Sarah's basement right now and seeing Christy and Mark every day… Kim was a good girl, he hadn't thought of that! This meeting was turning fun… who knew?

Kim also offered to have Sarah's mother, or Kim's mother, or Jodi, or Libby, or anyone else Sarah and Don could agree on visit to supervise if that was the issue. Don thought that would be a drag, he'd looked after his own kids thousands of times without supervisors, but he remembered to stay shut up, Before the meetin' Kim had said sternly that they must never never ever ever argue with each other in front of Sarah – it was another rule! She'd also said that if he fucked up and let Sarah see her when she was fragile and crying she might forget some rules, like the one about promising to look after his balls, and castrate him with the potato peeler. Kim's rules were different to his rules, her rules were real rules straight away, but he had to ask Kim if his rules were okay before they became real rules. Seeing Sarah had lost her words again Jodi asked for a five minute break. Through the window into another meeting room Don couldn't hear what Jodi told Sarah, but there was a fair bit of finger waving and head nodding by Jodi, and a fair bit of head shaking by Sarah. When they came back to the table, Sarah reluctantly agreed to a weekly dinner visit for the kids to Kim's, plus a weekend over night sleep at least three times each school term, and the kids could stay with him for half the next school holidays. He could take them camping if he wanted. Sarah had forgot about the supervisors, but he didn't remind her. And Don could see how clever Kim had been, he would never argue with Kim in front of Sarah.

The lawyer and the mediator didn't look like they thought Don and Sarah getting back together was any use any more, but they got excited about what Sarah just said about kids visits. They called it an IAA, an interim access agreement. And then they said those golden words, for every one to have some coffee while they got the IAA typed up and Don and Sarah can sign it here and now, and the support people could witness it, and to get ready for meeting two – Alternatives, in about a month. Coffee sounded like a fan-fucking-tastic idea right then. Then he needed to get home, Kim's bathroom wasn't going to get fixed all by itself.

Don though these meeting were better than going to court. No suits! Even the court officers were casually dressed. And people listened when he spoke. Sarah left, looked like she needed another stress break, Jodi came up to Don and Kim as they waited for coffee, gave him a shy smile, and when he smiled back she gave him a hug. Jodi breasts were as big as Kim's, he always liked hugging Jodi.

Don was half way through introducing Kim properly when Jodi hugged Kim too and he lost his train of thinkin' -- that looked an interesting place to be! Jodi was a good girl too. Jodi told Kim that she hadn't come here looking for a battle, but as a way to help both Sarah, Don and the kids out. She politely chatted with Kim and then told Don she was sorry about Sarah, Jodi had known she was doing what she was doing for a while and had tried to talk her out of it. Good luck she said, and even thanked Kim for looking after Don.

**********

While Don was clearly more comfortable having dinner at a set table every night. Kim liked to relax on the couch, or sit on the floor in front of TV; she agreed that when the kids visited, Don's rules would apply, but otherwise she pulled rank, and insisted that they ate most meals in front of her favourite movies. Kim didn't think he minded too much, in matters concerning sex he was a fast learner, and her libido was definitely heightened by themes of chivalry, justice and good guys getting the good girls. And cuddling on the couch in front of the fire was becoming a signature of their relationship, so what wasn't to like about that. Ivanhoe, The Princess Bride, and various versions of Pride and Prejudice were some of her favourites, usually at least one of them got a viewing each week.

Kim waited nervously at home for Don to return with Christy and Mark. Relax she hear his voice inside her head. She composed herself, after all meeting Amy and John had gone very well. And meeting Sarah had gone as expected. She could do this. Don walked up to her front door proudly, a slim girl at one side, and a nearly as tall red head boy on his other side. Christy was tall, taller than Sarah. Very like her in the face, although slimmer. And clearly thrilled to be with her dad; not so thrilled to be at Kim's! Mark was also slim, a mini version of his Dad, with redder hair and more freckles. And embarrassingly shy around Kim, would she be another Wilson wet dream as he grew up she contemplated – Mark wouldn't be a problem, Christy however was another issue. Eventually Christy acknowledged Kim with a cool hello.

Kim left them in the living room to catch up, it seemed that they had watched a lot of TV, and played a lot of computer games in the last three weeks. She heard Don say he would seek more weekend time with them and fix that. Kim had insisted she be allowed to present a façade of knowing what she was doing in the kitchen, and was going to roast a chicken that Don had prepared, 'can't get much simpler than that babe.' Christy joined Kim in the kitchen and politely offered to help with dinner while Mark and Don had some father-son time. And then preceded to turn the oven down ten degrees, adjust the timer twenty minutes longer and noting the small size of the potato pieces, put them in water to stop them going brown while they waited -- apparently you didn't put them in the oven at the same time as the chicken -- who knew?

Oh well, she'd tried.

"So Kim! No one's telling me a frigging thing, will you talk to me? Did Mum really screw around on Dad?" Well no doubt this young lady wasn't going to just sit and take what life was dishing out at the moment. Kim felt very old as they looked at each other. It was strange looking into her eyes, so similar to Don's, same shape and nearly as, but with a pretty female face around them it confused her for a moment.

"That's a question for your mother to answer Christy, I will answer questions about me, if they are reasonable, I might discuss what Don-- what your father does, but I will not discuss your mother. Consider that as a house rule."

"I'll take that as a yes, shall I?"

Tonight could go fairly badly if they weren't careful. "No comment."

"I guess now you're sleeping with Dad?" Better and better!

Kim's first instinct was to say ask Don, but he hadn't seemed worried about the issue, it was a fair question, and a chance to open communications. And Christy was what, fifteen? Not far off some big decisions herself.

"Yes we sleep together, but if that upsets you or Mark, we won't when you stay with us overnight sometime."

"Why is that?"

"Because it's a good way your Dad can show you that you're more important to him than I am, and perhaps more importantly…" Honesty would always be the best policy "… There were concerns about the moral example we would set -– it would break his heart if you can't visit."

"People always think kids are stupid, if we know you're doing it anyway, what difference does it make if you don't do it while we're here?"

"Its called respect Christy, I don't think its stupid, if my mother were running this, she'd say the same thing."

"Do you love my Dad?"

An excellent question, one she wasn't ready for.

"Is the answer for your mother?"

Christy blushed. "No comment."

"I'll take that as a yes shall I?... Christy I don't have a problem with you asking questions, the worst I'll do is say ask your father, but I do like to know who I'm talking to, it okay sweetie, I'd probably ask the same thing, so I'll give you the benefit of the doubt. No, I don't. Love is a big word for me, a huge word…I don't mind you knowing we care for each other, and we are what they call exclusive, that means--"

"--I know what exclusive means Kim, its what your meant to be when your married."

"… yes, well, anyway, we care about each others happiness…"

They worked together in silence. Christy certainly knew her way around a kitchen, Kim suspected Mark would too. Wouldn't be Don's kids if they didn't. Then more politely, "You're an engineer aren't you Kim? That's like, what, forever, at uni? So what do you see in Dad? I mean, nice guy and all, but my dad, you know, with an engineer? Like you? C'mon, what's in it for you? … And its me askin' this time."

Kim leaned across the island bench toward Christy, "Can you keep a secret?"

Christy leaned in too "Yes, I'm listening."

"He is the best…" With a bit of a theatrical glance toward the living room –- checking no one listening.

"…yes… best what?"

"…best cuddler I've ever been with, you ever find a man that loves cuddling as much as your Dad, just grab him, and make him happy."

"Oh. Okay. His hair cut is a good start, I've never seen it as neat as that, how did you talk him into that… Or shouldn't I ask?" 

"Well that's another secret, strictly between us girls, we have a deal, I let him be in charge of my hair, so its only fair for me to be in charge of his isn't it? Okay plan?"

"Nice. Think you're on a good plan there, your hair is so beautiful… So long and soft… Dad always likes nice hair, loved brushing mine, and Mum's… before she had it cut short."

Kim hadn't spent much time with teenagers since she was one, and was pleasantly surprised how active and bright Christy and Mark were. After dinner Mark said that he missed playing cards. Kim had to admit she didn't know how to play Bridge, of all things, and had to allow Mark, her partner, to teach her.

She waited up for Don to return from dropping them home. It all gave her mixed feelings, they were very polite, and bright children. It would be a huge learning opportunity to get to know them. Don was over the moon to have seen them again, but the challenge of sharing that Julie had mentioned was also strong. And rarely he didn't make love to her that night -- which didn't help. Kim could really have used that intimacy and reassurance right then.




Don's Wet Dream Ch. 03



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There was the anticipated second field trip up the river, to several of the young male staff's ill disguised envy and resentment; Kim was sent as team leader, with Don as her assistant. They did deliver the productivity, and Libby was content with the results. But even more while camping than at home, they seemed unable to say no to each other -– ever. It became a hedonistic festival that left pussy chaffed and unusable by the forth day, and Don fatigued, his immune system was weakened and susceptible to a bad head cold that was around the time they returned to the real world.

Between a week with out love making, caring for an ill Don, it was a tired and moody Kim dealing with the tasteless jokes at work, and later a really bad time for Max to try and deal with the impending schism their romance was causing in his company. On Don's first day back at work there was an ominous summons to Max's office, hasty and angry words, overheard by all the upstairs staff and then a pale Don stopped at her desk just long enough to say, "Been sacked babe, or quit, not sure which, see ya' when ya' get home." Then in his first and only display of affection at the office, kissed her hair briefly and left. Kim was torn between chasing Don, and marching in to abuse Max. Libby stopped her doing either, and lead her into a meeting room. 

"Sit down, Kim.

"I can get Don a job with a thirty second phone call. And, I think you need to have a good long think about the whole situation; Max made a mistake, everyone knows it, which is why we need to help. Remember? It was your idea I get more involved in managing the company? And you," Libby could be very sharp, almost cruel when the situation warranted, "how many men would accommodate your issues as Max has done, unheard of. Now, have the afternoon off, look after Don and be here tomorrow, ready to say " 'Yes Max, no Max, whatever you say Max', got it?"

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Don got some work helping Rod, one of the guys he knew from the rescue service, driving a rigid truck interstate for two long days a week, with an overnight stay while a factory night shift emptied then reloaded the truck for him. And one of Kim's neighbours was a landscaper whose workload varied enormously, he said that as long as Don didn't mind lean spells, there'd be about an average of about one day a weeks work for him. Don thought that wasn't really enough money, but Kim said it was fine, it suited his needs for now, so he decided to try it for six months and see where it left him. Besides, Kim's house needed some serious work.

Life was getting pretty good for Don again, he loved living in Kim's house. She was a really good girl. Seemed to know what he was thinking most times. And she said he was smart so he was starting to believe it. The lovemaking was great! But he had some problems too, one day he was at home, suppose to be busy fixing up the house or getting the garden tided, he spent a full day panicked when he thought about what Sarah had done, he trusted her, and she did that? Kim seemed trustworthy too, but he had thoughts about some younger guy, a suit type, I mean could he really believe that Kim wouldn't be tempted by a guy like that, younger, cleverer? It made him quiet, and he was trying to think of how to deal with it. It wasn't something that was easy to come out with and ask a girl. He was thinking so deeply about it that night that he kind of ignored Kim when they settled in bed.

"Very quiet tonight sweetheart, happy? Comfortable?"

A duplicitous plan was coming into his head.

"Thinking about Sarah…"

"Mmmmm?"

"… And what if I'm as bad a dad as I was a husband? What if I do something wrong with you? She knew how much it would hurt me if I knew, and she still went and did it. I must of done something wrong for her to go behind my back like that."

Kim pulled away, reachin' over to turn the light on, uhh ohh he thought, if the light was on she'd figure out his duplicitous plan straight away. He pulled her back and held her tight, "No light please Babe, okay?" 

"Its fine sweetie, I know what you're asking and you're not in trouble… Okay, no light, but I want us to talk. If you do something wrong with me, I'll tell you, first chance we have, it's a rule remember, from your first morning here?... And I think you're a great dad, and I think you were a good husband too. Maybe you were trying to do too many things though, hang on honey, can I switch the light on and get some paper?" Watching Kim bounce across the room nude nearly made him forget what he was thinking about but then he thought, I can catch up on that anytime I want -- it was a nice feeling -- he was already feelin' better. A nude Kim, and she always came up with good ideas when she got out her pad and pencil. She slid back into bed, they lay on their tummies, hips and legs hard against each other and Kim wrote out Things that Don Does -- a bright girl, but she still stuck her tongue out sometimes when she wrote -- and she asked him to tell her what to write, cause she suspected it would be a long list.

"Christy, Mark, You, target shooting, work, hunting, fishing, rescue, get your garden right, fix your house, fix up the school... That's about all."

"See honey, that is a lot of things, and you forgot all the times you help Julie, and the others girls with their projects; you've never really told me about the rescue work? I know you give good boat and chainsaw lessens…"

Don had started to feel he'd cut more than his share of bloody screaming people out of car wrecks. Or silent ones. Even Sarah had said that it seemed to take him longer to get over the bad ones lately. Maybe he was "full". He hadn't realised he'd said that last bit out loud. 

"Tell me what do you mean by full?"

"Take a long time to get to sleep sometimes, dreams, thinking about the kids, the dead ones… And every morning when I wave to you and you drive to work I wonder if you'll crash your car, that sort of stuff."

"Libby did tell me you were what, a crew leader?... Was that a big job, tell me about the things you do."

"Everything. First aid, cutting, jacks, talk to police and medics, hold people hands while we cut them out, help carry them to choppers, help carry them to hearses… and put my men back together afterwards… Plus we do cliff work with ropes, and flood work in boats -- I'm the unit captain."

Kim was studying his face as he spoke, and it must have been having her look at him so closely, but he felt himself blushing, wished the light wasn't on, and it was tight to breath, yeah that often happened for a week or two after a bad accident too, he'd forgot that. Kim asked gently "Does the rescue service have counselling?"

"Yep, they try and make us go."

"Are rescuer's partners allowed to ask you to try it? Would you for me?"

"Yes, but please don't. I've tried it and for me it's worse after... When I use to go away with Libby, she made me talk about it, felt better after a trip, sort of got side tracked last time!"

"You are still allowed to talk to Libby, you know that?"

"Yes, but she has gone a bit funny lately."

"I'm sure she's still your friend." Kim took Dons hand and kissed it. "Honey, I think we need to do two things, firstly I want you to talk to someone, I think there are bad things bottled up in here…" and tapped on his head "…you must, Ok? I don't mind who… Me?... Libby… Amy… or a counsellor?... Would you like to talk to me?… If we can't help each other it's a bit silly isn't it?… Will you tell me about something that gives you dreams?"

Okay, she wouldn't like it, but it was part of his life. He thought carefully, how to say this without being too gross. He told her about the all time worse car crash, Leon's crossing road -– Black Sunday. Nothing happened that hadn't happened at others, but they all happened together here. It had been a high speed multiple car and truck accident. Don explained he had been 'off roster' -– home restin' -- but after reports of the accident got mucked up and the professional crew who normally were sent first went to the wrong spot, and his volunteer unit sent to assist with a deputy in charge to, were sent to the wrong spot too. There were hasty calls for Don to take out the only other rescue unit available, the volunteer headquarters and training unit, with a crew of novices in case the accident was somewhere else. Everyone said it was the only thing the controllers did right that day.

As Don's new team responded, the radio reports from police and ambulance crews already on scene became increasingly frantic, there were multiple trapped patients and how long until some one gets here who can cut them out? Don felt the familiar tightness as he told Kim how hopeless and out of his depth he felt. Worst he'd felt since he got caught stealin' cars. He had nearly thrown up in the truck. As they speed down back roads he'd turned to check what his crew might be able to do, there was no comfort there. Not one bit. He could see two pale, wide eyed and very young women and one pale, wide eyed very young man. The driver was older, but still only in his mid twenties. Breakin' every rule, against the service's volunteer traditions, and all his crew welfare trainin', Don told them, "We won't have time to cry. And we don't have enough men for any one to quit now, finish this job. And worry about the rest later." We called our girls men when we was workin'.

Kim rolled away and pulled his head onto her chest.

He told her on top of the chaos with who was responded where, there was fuel everywhere, the firemen very nervous -- had us knee deep in foam, people calling for help everywhere, cars under trucks, ambos nearly in tears, they couldn't get to some of the patients to even hold their throats open, we had to get the police to drag a screaming guy away while we were trying to get his babies out of a car, dead patients when we arrived, more died while they were still trapped. He did his best, the professional unit finally arrived, followed by his own seasoned crew, he still felt the relief of that moment, how he had hid behind the truck to throw up, not because of the dead kids, but just cause there was someone to share the problems with. As first arriving crew leader he had to stay as the rescue boss, so he put guys who knew what they was doing at each problem. About three hours later, the last live patient long gone by 'chopper, and only one more dead one to get out, his deputy and the professional captain ganged up on him, and insisted, 'Don, go and look after your newbies, we'll finish this last guy'. He'd gathered his novices for a debrief, the now idle police and fire fighters kindly moved away to give them room, they had a group hug near the back of the truck. They were messy, with torn smudged overalls, foam, grease and vomit stained, and most of all stunned, silent -- and not crying. He'd said "You never quit… I shouldn't have asked that… But you done good, so good… I'm so proud of you… And you can cry now."

Don sniffed, wiped the tears away with his hand

"And they did cry!… And when we went back home the controllers said that if I ever sacrificed novices like that again, they'd kick me out of the service… they all left, the new ones, way too much, way too soon. And I knew it when I did it."

He lay, pillowed on Kim's breasts, the breasts he normally enjoyed so much. "This is my kind of counselling darlin', rescue counsellors never let us do this." He sucked in a nipple. And Kim, bless her, just lay there and let him do it. She arranged him between her legs and wrapped them tightly around his tummy keeping his face to her breasts.

"Is that any better sweetie, that there is, ohh, about, two double D's and about eighty four inches worth of counselling, any time you want it?" It felt good to hear the niceness in her voice.

"Mmmm."

"And if you like, we could do one of your special cuddles." He thought about that for a while, that was a good idea, Kim had such beautiful legs, to lie between them crying made no sense at all. Insulting for Kim too. He didn't need to think about too long, and he moved up and entered her. She smiled, not her normal sexy, 'fuck me Donnie' smile, or the, 'you got a word wrong again Donnie' smile, this was a warm loving, 'Tell me what can I do to make you not sad' smile. A half decent man would do anything for a girl that smiled at him like that -- Don would anyway -- providence sure had landed a good girl on his lap that week on the river. He'd have to buy her more flowers. He'd slipped lately, like he had with Sarah, he wasn't going to make that mistake again. He loved the smile Kim gave him when he picked her some flowers. The lay still, Don hilted inside his princess.

"What did Sarah do if you came home upset?"

"Not much really, but it was my problem not hers."

"Mmmm!… Anyway right now the other thing you need to do is to take some leave from rescue work. Am I allowed to insist? Think about it baby, divorce, Christy and Mark need your time, a demanding girlfriend, a lot on your mind. Tell the, what, supervisor?..."

"…Area Controller..."

"…tell the Area Controller that you're under a lot of stress and need a break. If they don't like the idea, tell him you have unresolved trauma issues to deal with. And if they still don't like that, then I'm going to tell them, only blunter. Okay?"

"Yep."

"You'll do that tomorrow."

"Yes darling."

"Is that okay? Do want me to come with you?"

"Yes and no."

"But don't quit, just take some leave, and if you feel better in a few months, you can go back, only if you talk to me first. And if you go back, for Christ sake you talk to me if you come home from a bad one. Promise? You'll have to resign for good unless you promise me that.

"And Don?"

"Yes babe."

"What fucking planet was Sarah born on anyway?"

"Sweetie, if you mention you know who again, Lord Donald's gonna let you down."

"Sorry darling, forgot the rule, didn't say a thing, honest... Now cuddle me harder."

After they'd finished cuddling, Don was thinking Kim probably wouldn't do what Sarah did. And also how Kim skipped over Don's target shooting and hunting, it was obvious Kim did not have anything to do with guns on her to do list. Other than ask how much time he spent on it she hadn't said a lot, which was rare. But the way she hadn't said much said a lot. It was a no brainer – never liked those words before -- simple, he'd have to sell his rifles, couldn't store them at Kim's house much longer, sell all of them, except the sweet little Winchester 1903 slide action 22, the one his great grandfather had bought new when he was a boy -- no way was that leaving the family. He'd find somewhere safe to store it. Leave it at John's maybe, and it would be Mark's in five years anyway. In the meantime they could still slip away and pop some bunnies together, just Mark and Don. And John. And then he would make Kim something nice, maybe some of his wild rabbit and bacon, with dumplings, in mustard sauce. Maybe she'd see why huntin' was okay then, come with them sometimes.

Maybe.

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Don and Sarah had their second meeting. Alternatives (aka divorce). Kim would have preferred to leave Don manage it alone, but he looked so distraught she obviously relented. She did insist he prepare and do more of the hard talking himself however. So Kim coached him a little to develop confidence, they talked through imaginary scenarios, and Kim would ask him to imagine the three things Sarah might say to for each scenario, and what would Don say back? Julie and Rod came over and acted as the 'bad guys' and asked the sort of questions that had made Rod's divorce pretty horrible. They only did that once and Julie was crying and holding Rod's hand tight when they left, so they obviously didn't ask that again.

At the meeting, Kim tried to stay in the background as much as possible. The irrationality of some of Sarah's arguments just simply could not go uncorrected however. Sarah had tried to delay the process with options and phantom problems. Don did well -- the preparation really paid off -- and Kim improvising at times, dismantled Sarah's smoke screen step by step, until they were down to real issue, and simple numbers.

As far as overnight sleeps for the kids were concerned, Kim suggested that a fair way of satisfying the moral concern was to allow Sarah's parents the right of veto on an overnight partner while the kids were in either house. Further as far as Kim and Don were concerned, Kim and Don were an involved couple, and would behave as such, with normal relations and normal privacy in place. And then went on the suggest that Sarah be allowed partners too, as long as her parents approved of them. Sarah gave Kim a withering glare. Hoping she disguised her tension Kim gave back her best 'try that on someone who scares easily Sarah,' look. That would rule out Ben, Sarah's parents had been openly scathing of their daughters 'fling' with Ben, knowing what it had cost, he would never be welcome in John and Amy's house. Never.

Sarah tried to revisit the thirty three percent of Don's wage that she thought she should be entitled too. Kim happened to be looking directly at Sarah and with one of those chest tightening moments of insight, realised that Sarah didn't want to get divorced! Thrown by the revelation, breathless and confused about her own feelings -- mainly guilt that the honourable thing to do now was to consult Don about this before it went too much further -- she responded a little rashly that Don should be entitled to half the value of the house, would Sarah like to move out and sell it, and that his job for the next two years was fixing Kim's house, and that this wasn't the appropriate venue to go into what his wages would be, suffice to say the pay would be plentiful, messy and freely given… but definitely not transferable.

Sarah looked funny, the counsellor coughed, Don looked at her amazed, but didn't speak (good boy) and Jodi quickly requested a break. Which Kim was grateful for too -- she shouldn't have said that. While Sarah stepped out to have a break, Jodi approached Don and Kim, with a cool smile for Kim, and a fond one for Don asked, "What's an old friend got to do to be offered a cup of tea around here Donnie?" He left cheerfully to arrange it.

She called familiarly to his retreating back, "Don't forget Sarah and Kim would probably like some too sweetie."

Here it comes thought Kim unkindly, a lecture from mother hen. And by the way his name is Don, unless your name is Kimberly, or Libby!

"Kim, you've got Sarah beaten, and that's fine by me, but where too from here?... Their friends are looking to Don to see how to treat her, and Don is taking his lead from you, I hope for the right reasons. So can I beg you to please show Sarah some compassion? Leave her some dignity. In the long term I think Don will thank you if you do. Probably trust you more too. I know I will… Kim! Please, I'll always forgive a mistake, that's what friends do, but I'd hate to lose Don 'cause his girlfriend was a bully."

They watched Don return and politely hand Sarah her coffee.

"Will you think about it Kim? Please?"

Kim restarted negotiations, ashamed of her words earlier. "Sarah, can we start again, perhaps a fair approach is to compare the support your seeking with the half the rental equivalent you should be paying Don, how does that sound?"

Sarah agreed, and after going through some rough numbers, Sarah would actually be paying a token amount to Don. Kim was aware from her chats with Amy that there had been a lot of discussion between Don and John about his tools, John in his odd way would one minute appear to be on Don's side, and for example confiscate a chain saw off Sarah for Don, and yet at another time insist that the 'court' needed to make a decision before he'd be part of taking anything off his daughter. It was causing Don a lot of confusion and he needed those tools to get serious work done on Kim's house, and they sure couldn't afford to be buying the quantum of tools Don was contemplating.




Don's Wet Dream Ch. 03



Sarah now went further, not about to be out reasonabled by Kim, she did a 180, and agreed to offering Don a choice between emptying his workshop of tools, or a selection of furniture –- but only the stuff he'd made himself! Just this once Kim wished he would have one of those discussions she'd forbidden in front of Sarah, he wasn't listening to her ESP, the house was soo empty. But being Don he quickly chose his tools.

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Kim apprehensively agreed to try a week long camping trip camping trip with Christy and Mark. They had camped as a couple a few times, and that went very well, apart from having her pussy turned to mincemeat, but this was different. Kim knew how good his family were at camping and she was stepping into damn big shoes. While Don collected the kids, she was nervously packing and composing herself. What to wear, where would they sleep. Would they be swimming? She'd lost inches, toned and dropped a cup size, would love to be seen in her bikini now.

Gadzooks… bikini… eeeek!... Don would have to let her trim! Just imagine Mark if he saw her bushy bits now -– poor boy'd blush for a month solid! She giggled to herself. Mmmm, needed to sort this out tonight. A plan was forming, would have been better to try it before the kids were visiting, but they would manage, Don would even enjoy it, he'd have too or she'd let it drop, the bikini would be left at home, because she didn't want to mess with the rules, the hair management rules worked well. As soon as the kids were asleep she'd initiate a little chat -- and play! With some scissors and a razor.

That night the Kids were finally settled, and Kim started to ask about her pubic issue when she gleaned that he was distracted, even upset about something.

"Kim, Sarah said sorry, can you believe it? After all this time, she said sorry." 

'Oh you fucking bitch', was Kim's first thought, Sarah's timing couldn't have been better, the holiday was going to be hard enough as it was. Wasn't ready this time either and, sterner than Don deserved, quickly asked, "Did she really? Tell me all about it!" Then realising that Don didn't need any more stress, softened it by sitting on his lap in their intimate straddling position. "Tell me every thing that happened sweetheart?"

Sarah had told Don that the kids were at neighbours for a little while, they'd be back soon, would he like a coffee. He had said yes. He said all he really wanted to do was be out, the house made him very sad now. Sarah had asked Don into the kitchen for the coffee, a tactical blunder in Kim's opinion, the same kitchen here she said he had to let her keep fucking Ben if he wanted to stay married. 

"So I was lookin' outside for happier stuff to think about, like the bench seat under the Chinese Coachwood tree, I made that from old timber one weekend, 'cause Mark had said about six or seven years ago that Santa Clause would need somewhere to rest, 'because daddy, by the time he gets here he'll be tired won't he?' And it will need to be strong too won't it daddy because you told me Santa doesn't eat properly." Don smiled at the memory. "I thought she must have had a date, babe."

"Why is that sweetie?"

"Cause she was all dressed up."

"Mmm! And..."

"Well she said she was sorry for her selfishness…."

"And..."

 "She said that the reason she treated me so badly was that she was surprised I found out and she needed time to work out how to get out of the mess she was in."

"And what did you say?"

"I didn't know what to say babe, honest, I just wanted to get out, and make sure I told you before you found out some other way… I remembered the rule about tellin' you everything… my dangleberries were I peril."

"Well that was about the smartest thing you could do, what do you think she wants Don?"  "Not sure."   "Not sure! C'mon baby, you were doing really well 'til then, I told you sneaky doesn't suit you! Look at me in the eye Don, keep looking, and tell me you don't suspect you know what she's trying, she has to try doesn't she?"  "What?"  "To win you back of course, not tempted? Live with the mother of your kids, all that history? She can cook…"  He smiled, that could have been a mistake, but he picked upon her concern and said quickly "Inconceivable!... " He actually blushed, "…Much more like livin' with you, you tell me I'm smart sometimes." And brushed her hair back behind her ear casually.  That was more like it, oh yes, moments like this made the effort and responsibility worthwhile. "Well you're being very smart right now big fella, thanks for keeping me informed, and if its okay with you I think it would be a good idea for you to thank Sarah for her apology, that would be polite wouldn't it? And then tell her she's not to say anything to you she wouldn't say around me, Ok? And I think its time for Sarah and I to have a cup of coffee…."  Don stopped smiling, tactfully he said "Would that end well?... I mean are you sure?... Dear?"  "It might end well, but she needs to know we talk about things like this don't you think?... Now, to some more important things, cause Sarah is not coming camping with us in here…" tapping his head "…is she? Something way more important -- thanks to you're wonderful food, and walks and everthing – Kimberly fits in her bikini again! Ta da. Would you like her to wear it when you take her to the beach? Cause I'd like for you to show me off, are the kids settled, we just have one tiny problem, can I show you what our problem is, in the bedroom…"

The holiday with four was a big step, Kim knew Don was concerned about how they were going to get along after this trip.

So was she.

He'd arranged eight days at a camping ground by a coastal river. It was still too cool for swimming, although Kim was determined to try, there were bush walks, beach walks, push bikes to hire, charter boat tours up the river, picnics. And they did all of those things, and played football, read, cooked, played cards by the gas lantern, and naturally, fished. Don of course left the sleeping arrangements to Kim, and Kim had uncomfortably consulted Christy, who said "Kim, you and Dad are sleeping in the big tent, I'm in the little tent and Mark's in Dad's swag, any other questions?"

With everyone trying very hard to make the trip work, for Kim the days were surprisingly good, a little strange being one of four instead of one of two -- but they were good kids, good company. And it was a surprise to hear Don whistling while he cooked. The evenings were not so good. Camping, by association, she found made her horny. Kim also felt she was owed some individual attention -- Christy and Mark being the centre of Don's world for most of the day -- in spite of convincing herself that she was ready for it, the sharing burden was heavy. And for Don it seemed that the lingering memories of earlier discussion with Sarah weighed heavily, he said he'd like to try love making but having the kids so near was giving him performance issues. Her walking electric blanket with the never fail erection feature was failing. His insistence that they sleep dressed in case they had to get up for the kids quickly didn't help. 

Even her bikini couldn't break the log jam in his head, so Kim planned to ask Christy if she would be happy if Don and Kim had a night out to themselves. Christy surprised them and proposed her own plan. The charter boat company they had used previously had several tour options, there was a tour where the passengers could feed Salmon at a floating fish farm, land up river to do rainforest walks, and have morning tea at the base of a large waterfall. Christy and Mark had talked about it and would like to go, alone. Dad and Kim could have a sleep in. With a significant glance at Kim. She mentioned it would be at least four and a half hours. With another glance at Kim she suggested she and Mark could buy a hamburger for lunch and look at shops when they got back, which would make it at least five and half hours. Clearly this was Don's call, even though the conversation had been directed at Kim. To Kim's surprise Don readily agreed, and Christy and Mark planned to get themselves up and go the next morning.

That night Kim decided unilaterally to sleep naked, and just to make sure that remained the case she buried her clothes deep in their travel bag so he would have to be very cruel to make her dress –- she could exaggerate the cold, she'd win that argument—as they settled and cuddled he whispered. "Babe, you gotta tell me what how I'm suppose to feel about that."

"About what honey?'

"My little girl, fixing for me to get laid like that, didn't you notice? Its…its….gonna mess with my head."

"Donnie! Oh sweetheart, not what we wanted!... What can I do to unmess your head? Please don't let it worry you, I'm sure she's only doing it because she loves you." 

"I guess, she is a good girl."

"Christy thinks we should have some 'one on one' time." As does Kimberly, she kept to herself. Kim stayed quiet for a while, often time to digest things was a good move with Don… as was a change of topic, she went on hopefully. "Darlingsnookumshoneybunny, can tomorrow morning be my morning? Can we do Kimberly things?"

"Mmmm, sure, what like?"

"Well, lets just pretend The King called and he said 'Donald James Wilson, hear this well, by Royal command you must spoil your gorgeous beautiful wonderful girlfriend Miss Kimberly Louise Rogers, or I'll clap you in irons and cut off your balls.' What would you do?

"Mmm, how about let you sleep in?… Cook you a big breakfast, bacon, eggs, mushrooms with cheese on toast?… And not talk about eating healthy cause to me your body is just about perfect now?… Not make you go fishing?… Walk along the river holding hands?… Kiss and cuddle on that grassy bit over the beach, maybe take a picnic rug with us?…"

"Mmm, I've missed that, it means a lot when you cuddle me in public."

"And then I'd buy you some coffee, at the shop on the--"

"--buy coffee! Really?"

"Yep, buy coffee, on the pier!"

And Kim did her gruff Don voice "What do think we are babe, rich or sumpin?... Ouch… and then can we watch the fishing boats come home? You can take me to the beach, show me off, then we can come back here and if you want you can fuck me bowlegged, see how loud you can make me sing while the kids are away." 

"I didn't think of that… mmm, yep we can do all that… and Kim…?"

She hadn't heard that voice for a while, or felt those hands slowly rub down her hip to check her clothing status for a while either.

"Honey, its up to you, I can wait to morning if you want, but I'm sure you've noticed I'm bare, and you know what that means?"

"I think I forgot what it means…" he was kissing her passionately and had pulled their fronts together hard, "…remind me…"

"mmmm… It means rules are good things… it means I'm all yours…"

"…I like rules now… you mean this bit?"

"Yep, that bit's yours."

"And what about this bit?"

"Yep, that bit too... it's all yours…" And when Don pulled her hand to his erection. "…and that must mean this bit is mine… all mine, goody, well hello Mr Incredible, you're back, hard as ever! We'll have to be quiet though won't we." Deciding to act while the raw material was there to work with, she rolled onto Don, reached back and guided him partially in her, then slotted down, she sighed gently. He groaned softly. Kim gently undulated on top of him, asking quietly if this was unmesssing his head enough. And then declaring this could be his treat, he could owe her in the morning when she could be more vocal. This was a change to their standard operating procedure, love making in the evenings were usually about Kim's pleasure first, he was still briefly, digesting this permission, then gripped her hips and pushed up deep into her, half a dozen times at most. Kim had had to quickly cover his mouth as he came, and managed to keep mostly quiet herself while he pulsed and lunged deeper yet inside her; Kim stayed on him and gently massaged him with her hips. They didn't often do 'her on top', so this was a nice change.

"Uhh Oh darling, Kimberly wasn't planning, that was always going to be huge wasn't it, I mean its good to have you back but I'm definitely going to need a towel or something, honey, quick quick quick."

Don removed his tee shirt for Kim to lie on, she dismounted with a sloppy slurp, and cuddled up beside him, "Baby, would you be offended if I had a play?"

"Nup."

"Will you stay awake?"

"Yep."

So while he held her from the side, and twisted her nipples and caressed her face, Kim brought herself off, and lay twitching, as they settled again.

He murmured fondly into her hair "Sweetheart, I'm sorry about the last few nights, you've been very patient."

Absent minded, trying to be understanding, and supportive Kim committed an awful faux pas, her first bad one, "That's Ok darling, I understand as you get older its going to happen occasionally." Oh crap Kim! She thought, did I really say that out loud? And she felt Don flinch. Yep she sure did. Fuck! Had been so careful for four months, and now that. "Darling I'm sorry, that--"

"--OLD!" he growled. "Careful with us old folk… our memories are no good… what was that thing you said about not plucking cheeky girlfriends… I forget." And reached for her with busy hands -- they had both forgotten she didn't have anything down there to pluck.

"No! Don, No! Please, not again, I'll wake the kids, I mean it. I'll scream." As she rolled frantically out of the bedding to avoid his energetic hands. "I'm so sorry honey that was a terribly rude thing to say it came out wrong I didn't mean it your not old I won't ever say you're old again please can I come back to bed the floor is so coooold." To no avail -– she'd have to play her trump card to get back into bed -- whining "Honey, we're making a mess, I need to get back on that tee shirt. Please can I come back to bed?" Don reached out, cupped her neck and roughly pulled her back under the blankets. Kim snuggled into his side again, kissed his cheek, whispered, "Sorry boss." And to her relief a strong arm enveloped her and gave her a squeeze –- she could still breath so it was meant affectionately -- and thought it a good time to shut up before she stuffed it again.

Kim woke early, pressed to his back, and stretched, groaned with satisfaction -- mmm-mm-mmmm -- now that was a fucking good night sleep! Don rolled over to face her as she rolled away and she was gripped from behind. Kim could hear Christy and Mark quietly packing and organising for their day trip, as she relaxed back against his chest. His top arm was over her waist and cupping her abdomen, and his bottom arm under neck and across her breast. He felt completely relaxed, Don had slept well too. Maybe that had been part of the problem for the past few night, tired? Nerves? Kim really savoured these reflective times on the occasional morning when Don slept on. She was overdue for a damn good think. Maybe that was part of their problem too.

Being a rare opportunity to reflect, she wouldn't waste this morning revisiting her last contemplations, namely, the total absence of anything from Don hinting at the future, very much lived day to day. Admitted to herself that she craved more plans and rules. Especially plans. In fact she would trade off rules for plans right now. Hopefully that would change when the divorce finally came through. And that was another thing that sucked, how long could it take for a fucking Judge to sign one lousy piece of paper anyway?

But if Don was going to sleep on for a while there were plenty of other concerns to dissect. Like, for instance; Sarah trying to win Don back; thinking through her own feelings for Don; contraception; how much nicer a messy shaved groin was than a messy hairy one… the list went on. Oh, and Dons fucking truck driving job. Kim was getting a little scared now, was starting understand she was falling in love with a very simple man? Had fallen? Kim had only been truly in love once, well infatuated might have been a better term, had never told a guy first and always found it hard to say 'I love you' back. And the thought of being the boss for ever was daunting too. It all needed exploring, some discussion, some reassurance. Something. Anything!

An escalating exchange of endearments even. 

But then again while he was camping with his kids might confuse him, might not be fair. Kim thought she could start to put some dots closer together and eventually he'd join them, one day, sooner or later. Very close dots, big dots too perhaps. Come back to that one Kim.

Romance and tradition had skipped a generation in the Rogers family -- that could be rectified; 'So world, how does Kim and Don Wilson sound to you?'

Never stayed on the pill more than three months straight, and it had been four months for Don. She was becoming overdue to cleanse, hated interfering with natural processes and hormones for so long, it normally made her skin and weight hard to manage too, not so much this time –- life with Don was an active one and his superb fresh cooking helped too. But he'd said he couldn't perform with condoms. So unfair, and she started to get a little resentful, tense perhaps because he briefly stroked her tummy in his sleep, and Kim automatically nuzzled his arm in response, before remembering she didn't want to wake him just yet.

Kim must have dozed for a while then heard the kids had progressed to breakfast and she reviewed her issues, feeling the apprehension returning, twenty four years old, not fair, she was too young to be expected to deal with all this stuff, needed some help to sort some of these things out, it just wasn't fair, he couldn't leave everything remotely intellectual to her. But who could she leave it too? So she did what she usually did when she was apprehensive, nestled back tighter into Don, and received the desired squeeze, good, and a bonus loving mumble in ear, best. Kim automatically nuzzled his arm again, oops. Her panic subsided. 'Think it though girl,' as Don would say 'you've got brains.' cope!

Mrs Wilson?... No, hang on, that was Sarah… still! Fucking Judge. Sarah! Sarah needed to be dealt with. He wouldn't do anything about that, it would be left to Kim of course… relax Kim!... Sarah could not be allowed to smuggle her self into Kim's house, nor hitchhike with them on holidays, and a plan was forming.

Her bladder was getting a little uncomfortable, but that was a small price to pay, at least thirty minutes before it became an emergency.

Forty if he wouldn't squeeze her so hard.

The kids were resting for a while, digesting their breakfast outside, murmuring and laughing gently at the sights and sounds an early morning camping ground offered. From the snippets she could overhear it sounded like Mark was counting how many of the women making the morning dash to the communal toilets were braless. Now where would he get that sense of humour from she wondered wryly. Christy was tolerantly trying to restrain him.

And her friends? Well that was awkward, a little coolness had developed with some of the outer circle, but there was no way she was taking him to one of the crazy parties they were into. Too flippant, too quick, and way too cruel, especially as some of Brian's friends would be there, that just wasn't going to happen. No, they could spend time with him in small groups, at her home, with her rules, or they could wait… wait 'til what? Many did chose meet him on her terms. And Don, blissfully unaware of how much stage management Kim had put into the early social visits, had done very well -- must remember he'd spent a lot of time with Libby, so he did have social skills, and just needed to sharpen those skills with the younger crowd.