This is the first story I have written. I would love comments. I'm not an English major and suck at grammar. I would like to thank Havu546. She helped me a lot with the story and the editing. I have to admit it is more difficult than I thought it would be. I should have made it shorter but once I started it just kept getting longer. So here it is. Please let me know what you think.
I hope at least a few people enjoy the story. There is no sex in the story. Being my first story I didn't think I would be very good at the sex part yet.
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Sher and I have been married for 19 years. I am Dan. Sher has been the love my live from the time we met in 8th grade. I knew we would be married when we were old enough. The only problem I had was to make her realize that she loved me. But after an on and off relationship thru the years, I did get my dream. We were married after college. Had two great boys Dale and Sam now they are 18 and 17 years old.
Sher had an identical twin named Barbara. She married my best friend Jeff. Jeff and I have been friends from the 3rd grade. We did everything together when we were young. Jeff met Barb while I was dating Sher.
Jeff and Barbara lived just a few houses from Sher and me. The twins wanted to be close to each other. So being the good husbands that we were, we made sure they were close together. It just made life easier for Jeff and me.
I'm a civil engineer and have to travel once a month for a couple of days. I was away on one trip when my oldest son called me in a panic telling me Sher was in the hospital, and he thought she may not make it. There was very little information I could get out of him he was so distraught. I told him I was on my way home and would be there in about 4 hours. I called my boss and told him what had happened. He just said "Dan take care of things at home. I will handle what ever comes up."
I set a new speed record on land getting home. Luckily, there were no cops looking to give out any tickets that day. But when I got to the hospital I was too late. Sher the love of my life had passed. The doctor said it was a massive heart attack. Woman in there mid 40s are not supposed to die from heart attacks. I was the one that was supposed to happen too not Sher.
The next couple of days were a blur. I don't know what the boys and I would have done without Jeff and Barbara. They, well I mean mostly Jeff because Barbara was as bad as the boys and I.
The day of the funeral was hard for me, people coming up to talk to console the boys and me. I could not bring myself to go look at my love. I knew I would have to, but I had to try and hold myself together for Dale and Sam. Jeff came to me and said, "You need to go and say goodbye. " Also "Barbara had arranged for Sher's cremation." As Sher had requested her to do if anything happened to her. The wake was ending, so I made my way to say goodbye to my wife for the last time. As I looked down at my wife with her hands folded on her chest. I guess I must have fainted because the next thing I knew I was waking up on a couch with everyone looking at me. Then I remembered why I fainted.
I thanked everyone there and asked to be alone for a while. When everyone left I when to the funeral director and told him under no circumstances was he to cremate the body until I told him he could. He said it was already planned. I told him I was paying, so he should unplan it until I told him he could do it.
You see as I was standing there looking at my wife I noticed a small scar on her hand between her thumb and forefinger on her left hand wasn't there. It wasn't Sher in the coffin it was Barbara.
I couldn't think straight. Did Jeff know? Did Sher and Jeff plan it? Did Jeff and Sher kill Barb to be together? Did Barbara and Sher switch places so Sher could spend the night with Jeff?
The first thing I did was have the funeral director open up the coffin so I could make sure I was correct. After he opened it, I double-checked I made sure the scar wasn't covered with makeup. I was correct it was Barbara not Sher. Then I remembered that at our wedding the photographer took pictures of our hands with our new wedding rings. At the time I thought it was dumb to take a picture of your rings, but know I'm glad we did. I had proof it was Barb.
Sher received the scar when she and I were in chemistry class one day in high school. I dropped a glass test tube. Sher tried to catch it before it hit the table. It broke and gave her a small cut between her thumb and forefinger. I'm surprised it even left a scar the cut was so small, but it did. That is how I could always tell them apart. I never told them how I could tell them apart. It was nice to have an advantage occasionally.
Now I had to figure out what I was going to do. Should I go to the police in case they had murdered Barbara? I don't think Sher would have killed her sister, they loved each other to much. Even if they didn't kill her there still had to be something illegal about this. Maybe the girls switched once in awhile. I know they didn't with me. Because I could tell them apart.
But I still wasn't sure what to do. At worst Sher and Jeff killed Barbara, at best Sher was cheating on me with Jeff. Maybe Jeff didn't even know. Maybe there is a good explanation for this. But I doubt that very much.
I decided to call a good friend that just happened to be a attorney. We set up an appointment for the next day. I took the wedding picture and the one I took at the funeral home.
Bob and I met at his office. I explain everything to him. At first he just thought I was a grieving spouse trying to get someone back that I lost. After he saw the pictures he believed me.
"Dan we need to talk to the police. Something is not right here. At the least it is impersonation at the worst it could be murder," Bob said. "l will set up an appointment with a good friend that is a detective on the police force. Let's set up a PI to follow Sher and Jeff. Do you want to stay with her after this is done?" Bob asked. I said "I'm not sure. I need more information. "Bob told me that I should at least talk to her. I said "no, start the divorce papers, I can always stop it. I will talk to her later after I clam down."
Then we went to the police station to meet with Bob's contact there. His name was Roy. I went over it all again. So the first thing he said he would take care of is to have a toxicology screen done on the blood taken from Barbara at the hospital. It was going to take a couple days for the results.
Roy also said that an autopsy would be required. So I signed papers to release the body to the police. I asked why it was not required before. Roy said he did not know. However, that it should have been required because the death is considered an unattended death. A doctor must have agreed to sign the death certificate. I hate this. Now I am thinking that maybe the doctor is in on it also. My mind is just running wild on me.
I was difficult not talking to Sher or Jeff while I waited for the test to come back. The autopsy was done and the tests came back and it was a natural death. Now what do I do. I decided to confront Sher. I didn't know what the police were going to do but I couldn't keep this up. The pressure was going to kill me. I had to confront her.
The boys were at their grandparents for the weekend. I called Sher to come over to go over paperwork. She came in and I said "Sher were you ever going to tell me it was Barbara that died and not you." Her face when white and said, Dan what are you talking about?"
I said, "Don't you think I could tell you and Barbara apart. Why did you do this to me and your sons?" Sher was thinking of what to say. When I told her Barbara's body was at the coroner's office having an autopsy done. The police want to make sure you and Jeff didn't kill Barbara. I didn't tell her I already knew Barb died of natural causes. I wanted her to suffer some. Sher turned white "We didn't kill her!"
"Did Jeff know it was you fucking him and not Barbara?"
Was I the only stupid cuckold that didn't know? How long has this been going on? How many times did I get sloppy seconds or eat his cum out of your cunt, she just looked at the floor and didn't answer. I yelled this time. "How long have you been fucking him?" Jeff knows and I won't tell you how long. You never got sloppy seconds, you and I never made love after I had been with him."
"I suppose I should fucking thank you for being so considerate as to not fuck me after you were sucking and fucking him. Well, are the boys mine or your fuck buddies?" She screamed, "Of course they are yours. This didn't start until long after they were born."
"So how many others have there been over the years?" I asked her "Jeff was the only one" she said. "How am supposed to believe that? You refuse to tell me how long the affair has been going on. You never once said you were sorry or that you even loved me."
