A Scene From Connecticut

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Brad and Julie are the perfect couple. They are living the American Dream....at least on the outside.

College sweethearts since meeting up at a frat party at Dartmouth, they married two years after graduation.

As the years went by, Brad and Julie knew what they wanted. Money, success....and no kids.

Brad got a vasectomy so not to be annoyed by the wailings of little ones at their feet as they reached for their dreams.

What a guy.

It took time, but by the time they were in their mid 30's,'s, Brad was kicking ass on Wall Street. Julie, worked at a high class realtor to where she created her own reality company.

Living in a one bedroom apartment on East 87th Street in New York City. 

Both working 12-14 hour days. Bringing work home with them. Eating takeout or nuking up some frozen abomination what passed for food.

Fucking and sucking when they could fit it in to their busy schedules.

Now, in their early 40's, they made it.

Two million dollar house in Greenwich, Connecticut, one of the richest towns in the United States.

Four cars. Two BMW'S, one Range Rover, and a Bentley that they only drive on the weekends.

Skiing in Aspen. Renting a chateau in France for two weeks in the summer. Christmas in Aruba.

Yet....all doesn't seem...well.

They care for each other, yet the love that they had, if they ever had love between them, just wasn't there anymore.

Both kept up their looks. Going to the gym, eating right. They both had to for their jobs included not just business smarts, but looks.

Perfect white straight teeth, very little grey or no grey in the hair. Watch those wrinkles and frown lines on the forehead. A younger person might be looming behind you.

As for the sex between them, the last time they had fucked was at a friends Christmas party last year.

Both drunk, sloppy disinterested sex lasted about 15 minutes. Then they both fell asleep.

Brad is packing an overnight bag and taking an extra suit with him.

He's staying over in New York. People from the London office will be flying in and with business comes wineing and dining.

"Do you need a ride to the train station?" asked Juile half interested as she is looking at her lap top. She's trying to unload a 5 million dollar house in Cos Cob, but no takers.

"Thanks....I got an Uber. Should be here in a few."

Brad brings in his overnight bag and suit bag to the front door. He heads to the office that Julie made for herself off of the living room.

"So...I will be back Saturday around 6. Maybe we can go out for dinner." Brad says as if he was making an appointment with a proctoligist.

"Yeah...that would be nice. Maybe Flamingos." Julie says as she was hypnotized by her laptop screen 

Brad just looked at her. The same way he would look at an end table or lamp. No emotion. No feeling.

Brad gets a notification that his Uber is here.

"Gotta go. See yeah."

Brad gives Julie a dry kiss on the cheek. She does the same.

Brad gathers his bag and suit bag and is out the door.

Julie leaves her laptop and watches her husband, well husband in name only. Now...they are more like roommates sharing a house, sharing the bills.

She knows that he is staying in New York over night. But not just for the people coming in from London.

She knows that he's getting pussy on the side. But who?

She thinks its that blonde who transferred from the Houston office about eight months ago.

Julie met her at a company function.

Blonde, blue eye, big tits, slight muffin top about ten years younger with that Texas drawl.

She leaves from the window and picks up her phone.

Scrolling down to find the person she wants to text.

"Brad will be gone tonight. If you want to come over, anytime after 6."

Julie puts the phone back on the table.

Within a minute, the phone beeps with a reply.

 

 

 

 


Submitted: July 02, 2021

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AdamCarlton

Has the ring of truth. What happens if you actually sign up to all the values you're told to internalise.

Fri, July 2nd, 2021 7:34pm

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Thanks for reading.

Fri, July 2nd, 2021 1:01pm

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