Doctor Richard Duped

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This is a short piece, I currently have lots going on outside of writing, so it has slowed me a little. This is something started a while back, and left as I concentrated on various competition or themed stories. For me, it's very short and no sex in this one I'm afraid it that's what you are expecting.

I'm a Brit, so it's English from this side of the pond. It's self-edited, hopefully I've not missed or misspelt anything, if I have done so, we'll all have to just live with it.

I've a piece of work being currently being edited called

Losing Your Head to Love.

That's more in keeping with my usual style, hopefully out soon. In the meantime, I hope you enjoy this short tale.

Doctor Richard, Duped

I watched them on my computer screen for several minutes. I always asked new clients to arrive fifteen minutes early to fill in the paperwork. In all honesty, it only took five minutes to complete. It gave me an opportunity to study their behaviour as near as I could in the real world, not within the confines of my office, where barriers and illusions are constructed by those that feel a need to try and fool me.

This was promising, there was nothing that detected they had marital problems, in fact, I would go so far as to say that they appeared to have little or no issues with each other. My estimate, was they were in their late twenties or early thirties. The way they looked at each other indicated that the flames of love and passion burnt bright within both of them. I rubbed my hands together, these two were a gift from the gods. I was confident that in two or three sessions, I would iron out their problems, I expected them to be quite trivial. Then I would have it. The hallowed ninety per cent success rate. With my forthcoming interview for the next periodical publication of the International Psychosexual and Relationship Therapist guild, it would cement my place as one of the trendsetters in the field.

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I glanced at myself in the mirror on the wall. It was imperative that I maintained the perceived image to meet their expectations. A plain shirt, tank top jumper and bow tie along with glasses befitting an academic, the illusion was complete. Picking up the last prop, a pipe, I buzzed the intercom to ask my secretary to bring them in. I stood at my desk as they came in, rubbing the pipe as if I'd just cleaned it. I hadn't used it for real in years.

"Welcome, please, come and take a seat."

I shook their hands as they sat on the other side of my desk, in two chairs close together. Their eyes scanned the various documents pertaining to my qualifications and achievements that hung from the walls. Once they appeared comfortable, I sat back down and began with my well-trodden spiel.

"Welcome, Mr. and Mrs. Smith. I'm Doctor Richard Percival, a specialist in matters of marriage and sexual behaviour. In simple terms, I'm a marriage guidance counsellor. I can happily say that, over the last twenty years, almost ninety percent of my clients finished their course of counselling and remained in their marriage. As a therapist, I have seen in excess of four thousand couples, and that includes those in same gender relationships too."

They seemed relaxed so I continued.

"So, let's get started, please call me Rich or Richard even Doctor, if you prefer something more formal. I see on the form you have written down your initial rather than your christian names. I can address you formally, but that gives this an air of officialdom whereas I like to think of my sessions as an informal chat."

I looked at Mrs. Smith. Looking at her on the computer monitor earlier I noted she was an attractive woman. But in in the flesh, so to speak, she was stunning, there would be no doubt she would turn heads and I imagined she'd be hit on relentlessly. The dress she wore was clearly designer, and managed to strike the balance between letting the world know that the body it covered was incredibly sexy, but would not cause comments that would lay claim to being slutty or whorish. She sat with her sculpted legs crossed, her blue stiletto shoes complementing the dress. Her blonde hair, immaculately styled, her makeup looking as if it was professionally applied. On her hand, the wedding ring contained what was clearly a large diamond, which led me to conclude, that she was a person of wealth.

Looking at Mr. Smith, his suit was clearly made to measure, I suspect from a tailor on Saville Row. His haircut, designer stubble, and the crystal blue eyes would make women see him as an incredible catch. In a nutshell, they were probably the most beautiful, and I suspect, wealthiest, couple to ever grace my office. I had no doubt that they must have temptation to stray pass right before their eyes several times every day.

They looked at each other, before he spoke.

"You can call me Jack if you like" he said as I turned my head towards her, she gave me her name too. "You can call me Jill, if you feel it helps us deal with this delicate situation."

I looked at her, I suspected this wasn't their real names, but I'm not sure why they would do that. However, there was nothing in the way either of them had spoken, or their body language, to tell me it was an untruth. Now they had spoken to me, their voices and mannerisms only solidified what their physical appearance told me. They were well educated, powerful people, in whatever worlds their lives revolved in. I was getting quite excited to understand what their issue was, I can usually guess within minutes of meeting a couple which one felt that they had been wronged, and who was being taken as the villain of the piece. This was one of those rare cases where I had no clue after this very brief introduction. I carried on with the session.

"So, let's get started....erm Jack and Jill. Can I assume that one of you feels the other has done something inappropriate to the point you require my help to repair the damage?"

Jack answered.

"No, not quite yet, but it's likely to happen. Because of that, we thought we would seek some professional help, some guidance."

Jill continued.

"We need to understand what are the signs to look out for, the ones that give people away as to be involved in a relationship outside of their marriage."

This was really unusual.

"May I ask two questions please? Which one of you feels your relationship is at risk, therefore the need to seek me out? The other question is, has something already happened to lead one of you to suspect that the other has partaken in something that's commonly described as "

failing the spouse test

?" An example would be dancing too close to someone of the opposite sex or kissing another person in a manner that you would kiss your partner."

They looked at each other, I glanced back and forth between them, and I could see they were both clearly formulating their answers carefully. Jill answered first.

"As for the first question, I think I can speak on behalf of Jack and myself here, we would rather not, at the present moment, divulge that piece of information. I would like to follow up that, dependant on achieving a positive outcome, we will share that information with you at the end of the session."

Jack then answered the second part.

"There are times Doctor, when we have both come close to failing the spouse test with others as you put it, but it hasn't happened yet. There is, however, a strong likelihood it could happen, and happen soon. This is why we are feeling confident that the guidance you provide can really help us to make sure the right course of action is chosen."

I was quite shocked by their candid answers. It was not, by any shape of the imagination, following any typical pattern. I reached for my pipe and started to play with it in my hands as I thought of the most appropriate response. These were two people that dealt with things directly, so I would try that approach.

"You are both clearly well educated, your appearance tells me you are quite well off, and I'll therefore assume you are what people would call '

high fliers

' in our society. Jill, if you don't mind me saying, you would be seen as an exceptionally attractive woman, I imagine you have subordinates at work. Typically, they are not the type to be a threat to your relationship with your husband. However, there will be peers, or clients, that see you as an equal, or those with power greater than yours. To them, they would see you as '

fair game

'. I have had couples sitting where you are now, where the wife has succumbed to pressures put on her from above to allow her to progress, sweeten a deal with a client or as a means of release after a major achievement with a close work colleague. Sometimes, our feelings for others can become blurred."

I looked at her, she just sat looking at me with a slight smile. It hadn't changed, it didn't look as if she was the one likely to be breaking her marriage vows. I turned to look at Jack.

"As for you Jack, women from eighteen to eighty would see you as some serious eye candy. I'm assuming you are financially well off, in a well-paid professional position, so there are women that see you as a challenge or a potential meal ticket. Again, I have had a large percentage of men come through my door here, where a secretary or colleague has been able to suitable enamour a man to break his marriage vows."

Like Jill, he had a faint smile throughout, and there was absolutely no clue given, that he may be the guilty party here. It was quite perplexing.

Jack spoke up.

"You are certainly perceptive Doctor. It doesn't involve a superior, subordinate, colleague of equal standing, client or even close friend, to add into that mix. I would describe them as....as..."

"Person of similar social standing, education, qualified professional and high level of attractiveness to others."

Jill finished his sentence. I still had no clue as to who was the one that was planning to step outside of their marriage. For the first time in my career, I went well off script.

"I'm going to admit by now, I have a clue as to what's going on, and where we need to go to tackle the heart of the problem. Can you both tell me, what it is you

want

from me? If you can volunteer that information, we may be able to make progress."

"I told you, me made the right choice coming to see the good Doctor, I was assured he would tackle the problem head on."

I was somewhat flummoxed by Jill as she had this brief conversion with her husband, as if I wasn't there. He just nodded, confirming her statement. He then spoke, on their behalf.

"Doctor, at some point, our marriage vows are at serious risk of being broken. As we said, it could be over the coming few weeks, if not soon after. We need to understand what signs we should be looking for. Have you heard of the website Literotica?"

I smiled. This suddenly put a major dent in this barrier they seemed to have put up before me. I knew this website all too well. I exhaled deeply, slowly shaking my head.

"Yes, I know it well, in fact, I should really offer them some commission due to the number of couples that have ended up blurring the boundary between the fiction they have read, and the reality of the real world we live in. They reason, that these are acceptable paths to follow to enlighten their lives. In the end, they come crashing back down to earth, the lucky ones have sat exactly where you are sitting now trying to repair the damage. The unlucky ones....in a court of law going through painful divorces."

"The worst category is called '

Loving Wives

'. There have been couples sit in those very chairs you are in now where women have arranged to have a "one-off" weekend, or date, with another man and believed it was as simple as the proverbial "we need to talk" scene, with the husband just accepting the circumstances exactly as portrayed in those stories. There have been men and women who have read the stories of wife sharing, or being cuckold and wanting to experiment, with disastrous consequences, husbands and wives that have had their partners followed, or been caught secretly looking at their partners phones or computers, and caught doing so, raising severe issues of trust within both spouses because they convince themselves that their partners cheat, and often with no evidence, there are...Look, I think you get the picture, I could go on if you wanted me to."

I had watched them as I reeled off these various scenarios, not once did either of them give a sign that they were planning, or had already, followed, one of these possible paths. By mentioning Literotica, it must be at the root of their issues. Jack restarted the conversation, with a different tact.

"Interestingly, we have taken a polar view to your good self regarding Literorica. Almost chicken and egg I suppose. Our view is, most of these stories are based on a modicum of truth, or the author's personal experience. So, we see it very differently to you, Doctor."

Jill took over.

"We have read the stories where those that cheat get found out. We have studied and compared a mass of them, analysing them to look for any key patterns that may be established, and the likelihood of it occurring. We can see the obvious ones. Where women suddenly change their appearance over a short space of time. Newer and sexier clothes for work, sudden changes to appearance, the increased libido, guilty make up sex either short term, or on certain nights. We have seen the behaviour patterns, the showers late at night, changing phone pin codes, talking calls away from a spouse or hiding clothing.

Jack continued from Jill.

"We can see how these people start working late, use hotels, leaving or coming together with someone of the opposite sex, booking one room, or parking cars that are instantly recognizable and in plain sight. Claiming to be

here

when in fact they are discovered t

here

, assuming the spouse is away, when in fact they're not. Picking up on subtle changes like perfume, mouthwashes or different shampoo's being detected. Then there's the hidden clothes, taking wedding rings off. Yes doctor, we have gone to great lengths. We have studied, analysed, and calculated the risk factor associated with each potential path, along with the likelihood of being caught out. We used the most prominent authors in each of the categories to complete this work. But we need to be sure, we need to be sure we know how to uncover even the most careful cheat."

I thought about it, and remembered one case. A man given away, by himself, after twenty years hiding an affair. I sat back in my chair, and related the short tale. Maybe this would show them, that there is always something out there that can, and will, trip up those that think they are immune to discovery.

"I had a couple come sit in this office for several sessions, unfortunately, I could not help them to repair the harm done to their marriage. The husband had an affair for twenty years. He travelled back and forth overnight every other week to his company's headquarters, and had an affair with a beautician he met in a pub one night, just a random meet, that turned into that twenty-year affair. He gave himself away, twenty years into the affair, when he started to talk in his sleep, dreaming he was with his girlfriend, and calling her name. He obviously claimed it was his subconsciousness, I think he tried to claim it was an actress on a TV soap opera that he found attractive with the same name. His wife became suspicious, got a friend to follow him when he was away and his world swiftly unravelled."

Jack clicked his fingers, and pointed at me, with a big smile on his face. Jill looked at him, smiling herself then spoke to him.

"See, I told you, the good Doctor

could

help us, that's the bit we were missing,

Stefan."

Jack was now nodding and smiling as he replied to her.

"Yes

Jools

, you were spot on, this is money well spent."

As I looked at them both, something was wrong here, very wrong. The had both turned to look at me, still smiling. But the smile wasn't purely happiness, it was one of smug satisfaction, one that was telling me they felt they had got the better of me. Anger built in me as to what they had done, and I was going to try and tackle them.

Jack stood up and reached his hand out to shake mine. I remained seated. He stood for a few moments, then sat back down.

"You've played me, I feel a bit of a fool, a fool that has just helped two perspective cheaters arm themselves with information, specifically to cheat. You had no right to come here for that purpose, whatever your real names are."

Jill started to speak. No smile now, this was now her business face and voice on show.

"I'm sorry Doctor, we meant you no disrespect. If anything, you should feel honoured. We are exactly as you described.

High fliers

as you called it. Top of our game, Alpha individuals. Being top of the game meant we could only rely on someone at the top of

your

game, so you should take the compliment that we picked you, dear Doctor. You are quite right, I get hit on, mainly from above, but I will not ever yield to them. I have a home life, a happy one, with a loving husband and two children. He was never quite as driven as me, but he is a good, loving man."

"I love my husband and family, and I will do everything I can to protect them. But I need to find an equal, I want someone to push all the buttons to make me come alive and Stefan here, can do that for me. We are equals, and we will try to push sexually, to prove that one of us is the Alpha in our relationship. It's the thought of the sexual and emotional tussle that is proving to be so irresistible to us both."

I shook my head, showing them, I was not happy with the state of affairs. Here were two switched on people determined to press ahead with an affair. An affair that would most likely destroy two families. It was Jack that filled in what he felt were the blanks, hoping I would understand.

"Do you know how it feels to make love to someone that you see as subservient? My wife would likely do anything sexually I asked her. I suspect if she was here and I told her to have sex with you, she would do it, irrespective of if she wanted to or not. There is no fight in her, but I love her, and my children, dearly, and yes, I plan to be with her until the box goes into the ground. You won't understand, you mind doesn't work like ours; your brain cannot comprehend the attraction that is inevitably pulling us together. Like a pair of strong magnets. But we are meticulous planners, it has to be

exactly

right. Thanks to that last nugget of information we had overlooked, we can now have our affair, with an exceptionally high level of confidence it will last the couple of years we expect to, without impacting our home lives in any shape or form."

For your information, we met at a gala, and could feel the spark between us, although we barely spoke to each other. We move in different circles, different professions. But we have it all worked out, every last piece of detail that will make sure we are

never

caught. Yes, we have done things that would be bending the spouse test, but we need to progress beyond that. As long as we use our spouses' names,

Stefan

and

Jools,

with each other, we have covered the last piece that was eluding us. And if by some real random stroke of probability, we do get caught? I'll write it up as a story for Literotica, pass on the bit of information for the next individuals like us that want to have a watertight affair."