This story is about the loss of partners and their return again from the dead.
I tossed up between posting this story in Romance or Loving Wives categories, so you get the drift of the story's theme. There is little sex in this story so don't bother reading if that is not what you want.
The story is a complete work of fiction and not based on any real persons, events or organisations.
Prologue
One lazy Sunday morning with my family I answered a phone call.
Astonishingly it was from our Embassy in Seoul, South Korea. I couldn't believe what they told me and I was in shock. No this just wasn't possible.
After ending the call, I yelled for my husband to come to the study. He took one look at my ashen face and knew something was really wrong. He took both my hands and looked at me questioningly, but it took what seemed like a whole minute for any words out.
All I could do then was blurt out, "Allan, they are both alive!"
"WHAT!"
"They just told me they are both still alive."
"Who did?"
"Our Embassy in Seoul."
"That's not possible, they died four years ago."
"I know."
"There must be a big mistake."
"Someone from the embassy in South Korea just told me two people crossed the border with the North last night. They claim they are our Matt and Julie."
"Maybe they are impostors?"
"I can't believe it is true, but what if it is?"
"No, this must be some kind of scam or horrid trick."
"Allan, they told me to call a person in Government back here to check.
A call confirmed the information was correct, as they knew it. They said they would need to do DNA testing in South Korea to confirm their identities before they were returned home.
Matt and Julie had been our spouses. They were both teachers working at the same school and had gone on a study tour to North Korea four years ago as part of a Government sponsored attempt to thaw diplomatic relations. During the trip, their minibus had crashed down a ravine and caught fire. Everyone on board was killed: Driver, guide and six teachers.
The North Korean Government had repatriated their ashes to us with great ceremony. We held memorial services for them both, had grieved terribly for a long time but had since moved on in life.
Chapter 1 -- Losing Them
Julie and I (Susan or Sue) had been best friends since being at high school together. We had both met and fell in love with a couple of guys while at university. Me with Matt and Julie with Allan. Luckily our two guys liked each other instantly and quickly became best mates.
Matt and Julie both became high school teachers and taught at the same school nearby. I worked as a nurse and Allan was an engineer.
We became two couples who were very close friends. We had both married about the same time and had two children each. Matt and I had two daughters Rachael and Ellie, now aged 16 and 14. Julie and Allan had two boys James and Paul, now aged 15 and 13. We were god-parents to each other's children and had practically raised them together. As we both had different gender children, their boys were like the sons we didn't have, and the same for our girls with them. We even had a legal agreement drawn up so if something catastrophic happened, like both parents being killed in a car crash, the other couple would adopt their children.
We frequently hung out together at each other's places, went on family holidays together, and generally helped each other out. In short we couldn't be closer.
Often we would swap partners taking kids to various sporting events, school concerts, outings etc. for convenience. At other times we would swap partners to go to things our spouses didn't like. For example, Allan and I loved opera and the other two hated it; Matt and Julie love watching football which we hated; so we swapped partners to go with and everyone was happy. We were so close and so fond of each other that other friends jokingly referred to Allan as my No. 2 husband, and Julie as Matt's No. 2 wife. Actual full partner swapping had never been mentioned or even joked about.
Though I was very fond of Allan, and if I admit it to myself was very attracted to him, we never let anything go on between us except some nice hugs.
All went really well until that fateful trip to North Korea. Relations with the West appeared to be thawing a little and someone in the Government had decided it would be a good idea to have a fairly benign goodwill visit by teachers to some of their schools to assist this process. Matt had spotted the advertisement seeking interested teachers. He had talked it up with Julie and they both wanted to apply. Allan and I were not keen at all, but they were so excited at the prospect we didn't try to stop them. We figured, privately, there would be so many applicants they would never be picked. We were amazed when both of them were selected to go - Damm. We discovered later that it was, in part, because they had led a few of overseas school student excursion together and were regarded as an established and experienced team. Of the six going, Julie was also the only woman.
Despite our misgivings, by that stage there was nothing we could do.
We were all aware though that this was a bit different to their previous trips away together. This time the two travellers would be sharing a hotel room. Allan had insisted on this as a protective measure for Julie. We trusted them completely, but Allan and I were still a little nervous.
We all went out to the airport to farewell them for 2 weeks. Meanwhile, Allan and I would look after all four kids ranging, then, from 12 to 9 years old. To make things easier, it was decided that Allan and the boys would move into our place while the other two were away, thus sharing the parenting load.
We didn't have any communication with them while we were away. Mobile phones didn't work and international calls from a hotel were impossible outside Pyongyang.
We were looking forward to their return in a few days when we got the devastating news of the mini-bus crash and their deaths.
For a quite a while we were all inconsolable. Somehow we made it through the memorial services, but when they was over, there was just a great emptiness. The kids were in a real mess, so Allan and I supported each other and did our best together to help them through their grieving process, and ours. There was never any conscious decision made, but Allan and the boys just stayed at my place and never moved back home.
For the first few months we continued on the same arrangements as before. The boys slept in the guest bedroom and Allan slept in a makeshift bedroom set up in the study.
One night Allan and I were having our usual soothing good-night hug together before heading to our separate rooms to sleep. When we broke our hug, I looked deeply into his eyes and he smiled back at me. It was his first smile in a long time. Without a word between us, I took his hand and led him to my bedroom.
The night was a wonderful cathartic experience which wiped away much of our sorrow. Afterwards, spooning together cuddled up, with his arms around me going to sleep, I whispered to him, "I think we are going to survive this."
He hugged me tight then slipped gently back inside me again and fucked me gently to sleep. It was the first time I slept through the night and without nightmares.
Allan never moved back to the study. My previous No. 2 hubby became my No. 1.
Funnily enough, that was the turning point for the kid's recovery too. I guess seeing us as a couple must have given them a renewed sense of stability and purpose, and slowly but surely they started to thrive again. It wasn't long before they were all calling us mum and dad and we were a family. Allan and I were also falling in love.
Chapter 2 - Found
Back to our present dilemma. When we recovered from the shock we decided we were not going to wait weeks for DNA testing. There was only one certain way to find out the truth. One of us would go to Seoul to face them, or whoever it was claiming to be them. If it was truly them, then they would need to be looked after and brought home.
As I was a nurse, we decided I should go.
We told the children what had happened, and they were as shocked as us.
I was on an overnight plane to Seoul that same evening, despite advice from the government to stay home.
The next morning I arrived at Seoul airport very early and was met by an embassy staff member who drove me to a hotel in the city where they had been accommodated. I asked the woman to stay in the lobby while I went up to their room. It was about 8:30 am when I knocked on the door, only 24 hours since that first call.
After a little while the door opened with the safety chain still on and a concerned face peered out. "Matt is that you? It's Susan."
The door opened and their stood Matt in a gown. I was momentarily shocked. I had half expected it to be all a hoax. It WAS really him, but he looked terribly thin and pale. I just hugged him too me and sobbed. I then pushed past Matt into the room and Julie was in bed, obviously naked, where Matt had also obviously recently just been. After feeling a little pang of jealousy, I ran over and hugged Julie as well, still sobbing. I looked at them both, "Matt, Julie, until yesterday we all thought you were both dead."
Matt and Julie looked to be in shock as well at my sudden arrival and almost couldn't speak. I couldn't imagine what they had been through these past four years, but from the look of them, it must have been very harsh. They also looked quite embarrassed having been caught in bed together, not that I really cared less about that at the moment.
Pulling myself together I said, "Hey you two, I can see this is all a lot for you to take in. Tell you what, I just flew all night to get here. I am going to find somewhere to have a shower and change. How about you both do the same then we can meet in the Lobby at 10:00 and have breakfast."