This story is total fiction. My other stories had a substantial portion of true life experiences but this on is pure fiction. Hope you enjoy. Feedback is always welcome even from those hiding behind the anonymous name. I just delete your nasty comments and take to heart the helpful ones. I have used the familiar names as they are easier for me to remember.
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Janet is a really short statured woman. At barely 5 feet she would be easily overlooked in a crowd if only she weren't so beautiful and perfectly shaped. Sometimes I call her my fairy pixie. She shines with energy and positive enthusiasm. Her face actually glows and her eyes sparkle with happiness. All our 22 years of married life have been filled with her sparkle and tireless work raising our two now young adult children. She can be bitchy meaning she wants her way regardless but we usually talk it through and then she gets her way once I understand what it is all about.
We have shared joys and sorrows together. Our lives are so intertwined that I can't even think of life without her. She tells me the same and I have always believed her until; well that's all about this story.
I find myself in southwest England, helping a fellow General Practitioner in his practice. I'll be here another 11 months until my one year contract runs out. Through friends I found out that Great Britain was recruiting international physicians for its National Health Service. This opportunity provided me with the perfect "retreat" from reality and space from my cheating wife. At 44, same age as my wife, I still have lots of life ahead of me, life alone possibly. If not alone, then certainly life terribly disrupted by events that recently came to my attention.
I had a small cottage. It was typical English country side and only a quarter mile from the office I worked in. I could walk or bicycle to work. My salary was adequate and the working conditions perfect for me. I had plenty of English style social life which I rather enjoyed. When folks found that I was estranged and in a divorce proceeding, I was amazed at the number of truly cute and vivacious young women who were interested in my social wellbeing.
As of right now, I limit my social life to group activities which included a few double dates and I haven't even kissed any lassie yet. I really didn't want to. I wanted my wife back, big time. My heart ached for the time before I became aware of her cheating. Words cannot express the emptiness of life within and around me without my Janet. That is, without my exclusive Janet. It was her revelation that she was sharing her body with her young lover that drove me away. It was her demand that I allow her to continue that I could not handle.
Yes, she wanted to continue to be married to me. Nothing had changed in her behavior toward me. It was when I discovered her ongoing affair and the depth of its emotional nature that I left her and my marriage.
Well before all this, I had given up my private practice because of the administrative problems caused by cheating HMO's and giant insurance companies, among other things. I had taken to being a locum tenens physician. This allowed me to frequently be at home during otherwise normal working hours. Sometimes I would work in an Emergency Room for a weekend, making enough for a weeks income in two twelve hour shifts. All without any administrate junk except keeping up my license, CME and malpractice insurance.
When our second son left home for college Janet wanted to go back to work. That was fine with me. She wanted to be useful and earn some income also. She said she wanted to find a challenge in life and work to make a success. For years we had had separate bank accounts. That way each of us could have our check books when ever we wanted. We each had our own separate credit cards also. For the past three years since Janet had been working, she put her salary into her own checking account and paid her own credit card. For many years Janet had paid all our bills, whether mine or hers, they were always "ours". That is until she got a job, and separate credit card. Now we had "my bills" which were things like taxes, insurance, utility bills, home loan payments, food bills and gasoline. My income went exclusively into my account and her income into her account. Then there were "her bills". These were for her cosmetics, clothing and her credit cards. I never bothered to look at her bank statements or credit cards. I trusted her and she never asked me for money anymore. As a result of our both working, even with the kid's college expenses, we began to put more money away for retirement in our separate IRA's.
Other than our separate income and expenses, we continued to share everything in common. Our sex life was vanilla and not frequent enough for me but I had no real complaints. She was still energetic in bed but we had decreased frequency to not even twice a week. Sometimes she wanted me to do things that I just couldn't do. She wanted me to play "Dom/Sub" with her. When she told me what it was, I just couldn't do it. I felt like I would be humiliating her. After a couple of times pillow talking about it we just dropped the subject. It all sounded so kinky to me. Calling one "master" or "slave" just was degrading to me. I discounted this to just a normal fantasy stuff.
Janet worked for a large group of physicians. This group was a major off campus site for medical students and even residents to take preceptorships. As a result, medical trainees were frequently in the office attached to different doctors. My wife worked as a nurse for two of the Family Physicians in the group. She had frequent contact with medical students and residents in training.
I got home early from work one afternoon while Janet was still at work. As I drove in, I got the mail from the mailbox along with the daily paper. Usually Janet does this. That was the mail and paper are sorted out and ready for me to read when I get home.
After getting a diet coke and a handful of animal crackers, I settled in on my lounge boy chair to read the mail. In the mail, was her statement from her private credit card bank. For no particular reason, I opened it, perhaps I was looking for one of the numerous sometimes interesting commercial offers for unneeded trinkets that accompanying the payment due statement. I perused her short list of bills.
One caught my eye. It was a bill from a local third rank motel for one day charge. I looked again and saw a series of dates and charges for the same motel. I had no idea what this was all about. I got up to go to my den to check my work calendar. The charges were all on Wednesdays of last month. I gasped as I then checked my day planner. I had been in town every one of those days, working in an Emergency room on a noon to midnight second coverage shift. Janet had also not left town. She had been home when I arrived shortly after midnight every Early Thursday morning.
Something in my gut squeezed down on me. I could not think of a reason for these bills other than sinister infidelity happenings. Never in my worst nightmares could this scenario occur yet here it was staring me in the face. The statement mocked me as if laughing at my trust in my wife. My first reaction was to look to see if this was only last month. I knew where she kept her statements in a desk drawer in the master bedroom. She made no special effort to hide these. I guess that helped my trusting her. I had no reason to look at them and therefore had not done so before. Her drawer where she kept the past statements was my next stop.
She obviously trusted me not to look at her statements as they were neatly filed and easily accessible in the second left drawer. I got out the previous months statement. Yeppers! Every week there was a bill from the motel. Usually it was a Wednesday but not always. I compared the dates with my work calendar and each was when I was either out of town over night or working to midnight.
