I have a number of married friends who essentially have lived their own, real life versions of this quick fire story. I asked them if I could use it as a base framework, fleshing out the tale slightly. They were only too pleased to share their experiences with me... and now the fine readers of Literotica.
While this particular tale is a work of fiction, it has many elements of realistic truth that I believe many people can relate to.
I had to promise Peter I wouldn't use his name, so I didn't. LOL. (Sorry, inside joke)
Yes, there is cheating by both parties but described in a different way. You will see and understand, if you read to the end.
No, there are no explicit sex scenes so you may avoid this if that's what you are after.
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LS
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The German language has a word for it: Doppelgänger. Approximately meaning someone who looks just like someone else. Practically a twin, even though they are not, to the best of your knowledge, related in any way.
Over the years I have had a number of instances where I thought I'd seen an old friend and/or relative, in places where they couldn't possibly have been. Unless by Powerball-like odds.
For instance, I thought I saw one of my Uncles standing not 6 feet (2 meters) from me while I was playing tourist in Hawaii. My real Uncle James had vowed never to leave California, was not exactly flush with money, had a fear of flying in planes and wouldn't be caught dead wearing a Magnum type Hawaiian shirt.
I had to actually ask the man a question before I could disbelieve my own eyes. The man wasn't even an American, didn't speak very good English and was, most definitely, NOT my Uncle.
Another time I was at a conference in Vegas when I swore I saw my best friend who I had grown up with and who had been best man at my wedding, sitting ring side in a strip club. Knowing that he and his family were staunchly religious I was wary of approaching him at first. I kept thinking of that "What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas" type excuse.
Why was I in a strip club? Errr... umm... I was lost... and had stumbled into it by mistake. That's my story and I'm sticking to it. LOL.
Weirdly, I was at the urinal in the Men's bathroom when he stepped alongside and, in a broad Texas drawl, said "Howdy". No, it again was most definitely not my friend.
Therefore it was almost pure happenchance... I like that word, happenchance. It clearly describes a logical event that was totally illogical in appearance. So, it was mere happenchance that I was in the town of El Monte, on the outskirts of Los Angles, southern California, late one Wednesday evening, when I saw my wife, Vanessa.
I had just finished my latest draft of a new book I was writing... the subject doesn't matter to this story line. I wanted to print it out but discovered that my printer cartridge was failing. I had meant to replace it days earlier but, you know how it is. I knew the printer would not be able to print off the 500 A4 pages, so elected to drive the 10 miles (16 km) over to El Monte to a Computer supplies store that also specialised in refilled Cartridge supplies. Even though it was nine o'clock at night I knew they would still be open. An owner operated business.
The store was in a seedier part of the town with, obviously, cheaper property rental charges. Discount stores of clothing and cut price grocery lines abounded.
I had satisfactorily completed my purchase and was returning to my car in the attached parking lot when I saw her. She was getting out of the passenger side of a Mercedes sedan, not her little Honda I noted, that was parked in the adjoining parking lot of "El Cheapo Motel".
Naturally my first thought was "Damn. I must remember to tell Vanessa I saw her doppelgänger tonight. She will be highly amused."
The shopping centres' carpark was quite dark but the Motel's was quite brightly lit with lights along the fence line facing towards the Motel. Meaning I could see her clearly but she would have difficulty seeing or, at least, recognising me.
I stood next to my car and examined what she was wearing so that we could laugh about it together later. She was wearing an attractive LBD that showed off her slim figure to perfection. It was quite a bit shorter than what my conservative Vanessa would wear.
The woman opposite seemed about the same height 5" 7" but it was difficult to tell for certain because the lady wore black CFM pumps that made her bare legs seem very, very long. Coltish almost, if you get that mental picture. I didn't think Vanessa even owned anything remotely like them. I doubt she could even walk in them without falling, I chuckled to myself.
She reached back into the car and extracted an overnight bag. Bags look all the same to me, unless they are of outlandish colours to differentiate them. This just looked like a generic bag that thousands of woman owned. Even my Vanessa has one just like it, I mentally noted.
As she hung the bag on her shoulder I saw the bright red nail polish. It matched the equally red lipstick she wore, giving her an almost sexy, seductress veneer bordering on slutty look.
In the 15 years we've been married, I've never seen Vanessa wear anything as garish, as flamboyant, as that bright shade of red now plastered on this woman's nails and lips.
However, it complimented the sophisticated, power look perfectly. But her sophisticated attire also made her look out-of-place down here at a sleazy Motel. It was the sort of look one would expect someone rich and famous wearing to a 5 star Hotel in downtown LA.
She flicked back her distinctive strawberry blonde hair, a major point that had drawn me to making the initial comparison to Vanessa... damn they looked like two peas in a pod... as she moved around the car to the driver's side.
At this stage I hadn't even bothered to look at him but now could see that he was a typical power dressing, suave type. Tall, dark hair, good looking, confident. I think it was Billy Joel who sung "He looked to me, suspiciously, like someone I've never seen before in my life." Or was that Leo Sayer? No matter.
He carried a suit changer in one hand and took the Vanessa clones hand in the other. He bent over and gave her a smouldering kiss before they began walking closely together over to the line of rooms. I had to admit... they made a beautiful couple and there was no question as to what they would shortly be indulging in. With the way they were dressed and were acting they looked like lovers rushing to a clandestine meeting: hence the out of context cheap motel.
Just wait 'til I tell Vanessa about this, I laughed. I suddenly realised that I had my phone on me. If I'd thought of it sooner, I could have taken some photos or even video.
Oh well, a distant shot will just have to do. I extracted my Apple phone, raised it and clicked off two quick photos, getting them just before they disappeared into a room. Perhaps I can blow them up to show her tomorrow, I thought.
With that accomplished, I climbed into my car and headed home. My thoughts back on the printing task ahead of me.
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Once I arrived home I headed straight for my study/office and replaced the printer cartridge.
The task of printing began and I sat and watched it, as often we gormlessly do, as page after page flew off the laser printer. It was flowing smoothly without any further involvement from me. I allowed my mind to wander.
My name is James Bendon. No, not James Bond! Hell, I've had those jokes all my life. It's Bendon. James Bendon. I had first met my lovely Vanessa during my final year of my MBA. Finance was the name of the game and I had already been recruited by a big name Brokerage house so my future was assured. She was finishing her Nursing degree and we met by chance at one of the many student coffee houses and just "clicked" from day 1.
We got engaged but we both decided that we had to live life to the fullest before we tied the knot in marriage. I was earning great money in the wild world of options trading. We lived hard and played harder for 5 years before both realising we now wanted something else.
So we married. By then I was 30; Vanessa 28. It was now time for children and we dutifully presented two children in the next five years, with Vanessa having her tubes tied after experiencing complications during the second birth.
The fast paced lifestyle and constant work pressure all got a bit much for me and at age 35 I had my first heart attack. Options trading really is a young mans' game.
I moved out of trading and into mergers, acquisitions and IPO's. Still with pressure but nothing like day trading. However, raising the children was borne more and more by Vanessa and by putting in long hours at my job, neglecting my health, I was still on a pathway to hell.
My second and major heart attack happened when I was 40. Financially we had been very successful: large house paid off, university funds fully subscribed for the children and a very good retirement program in place. Naturally, I also had accumulated a very good investment portfolio. We would lack for nothing financially.
Vanessa put her foot down. She didn't want a wealthy corpse for a husband. I resigned from my job and established a private office at home. Only one client: VJ Family Trust. Us!
Out was speculative day trading and in was buying and long term holding of stocks. All a la Warren Buffett style strategy. With only 5 positions to monitor (taken only after extensive research) I only needed about 2 hours per week checking and all was ok. Any other time I spent was simply to enjoy researching different sectors, industries and companies.
