This Was Going to Be the Last Time

by StangStar06

Copyright© 2010 by StangStar06

Sex Story: a man catches his wife cheating at a New Year's Eve party

Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Consensual   Cheating   Slut Wife   .

I love California. Living here is like cheating. At least that's what I thought as I guided my Screaming Yellow 06 Mustang GT through the darkened streets. If I was still living in Michigan, there's no way I'd still be driving my car on New Years Eve. I'd be driving my Jeep through ass deep snow and freezing, instead of heading back to my Sister in Law's place after a beer run.

I didn't mind the beer runs, every chance I got to get behind the wheel of my little toy, was a pleasure. What I did hate though was the fact that I always had to make 2 or 3 of them. It was always the same thing, "Danny, we didn't get enough beer, could you go and get some?" Off I'd go through the twisting and turning avenues of their subdivision. I had it down to a 35 minute round trip. Ten minutes there, ten minutes back and maybe 15 minutes tops inside the liquor Store on Arcana blvd. So if I went, there'd be beer or whatever in 35 minutes. If anyone else went it took much longer.

I just wish she wasn't so fucking cheap, why not just make a list and let me go and get everything in one trip. It was almost as if there was something else going on. That's what the average guy probably would have thought, but not me. You've all heard the expression "Ignorance is Bliss?" Well Danny Masterson, that's me, must've been living an extremely blissful life, because I had no idea of what was going on.

I jumped out of my Stang with a smile on my face and a song in my heart. I was actually fucking whistling as I walked up the walkway, both arms full with stacked cases of beer. What a fool I was. I put the beer down so I could open the door and heard the music blasting before the door opened. I stepped into the living room. I looked around for my sister in law Jane, and saw her huddled in the corner with one of the guys she worked with. What a fucking whore, her husband was a cop and he got stuck working tonight, protecting the city. So how does she repay him? She sits on his couch sucking face with some scumbag, while he's at work. I slammed the cases of beer down on the table right next to her.

"Get your fat ass up and get your own beer from now on," I yelled at her. I looked around the room for my wife Cara, and didn't see her. I started pushing my way through people. For some reason a lot of the people there seemed to want to talk to me but I wasn't in a talking mood anymore. I just wanted to find Cara, let her know what her fucking sister was up to and get the hell out of there.

I started looking from room to room and couldn't find her. So I went upstairs. A couple of guys tried to block my way and were not successful I easily slipped by them. I noticed Jane coming up behind me, with a scared look on her face but I didn't have time for her to explain her bullshit to me right then. Finally outside of Jane and Randy's bedroom I heard voices. It sounded like Cara so I opened the door. The room was dim, but not so dim that I couldn't make out the scene on the bed. There must've been 5 or 6 guys gathered around the bed, while a woman on it stroked 2 of them off with her hands. Meanwhile another guy was humping her to beat the band. She reached up and took one guy's dick in her mouth. I took a couple of pictures with my phone and filmed a short video.

"Flip her over so I can fuck her ass," said one of the guys waiting.

I stepped forward and kicked the nearest guy to me in the nuts. He screamed and fell to the floor grabbing his junk. The people on the bed hadn't noticed yet but the ones gathered around it started to scatter. I snatched an ink pen off the desk and jammed it into the ass of the guy humping her. "You want to stick something up somebody's ass so badly," I shouted. "How about something up yours." He screamed in agony and started jumping up and down.

The other 2 guys started grabbing their clothes and denying things as they noticed me. Cara just sat there in shock.

"Don't bother coming home," I told her, "Ever."

"Danny, please wait," she screamed at me with tears running down her cheeks.

I turned and got ready to leave, and ran into Jane.

"Danny," she began.

Your whore of a sister can stay here with you from now on," I said calmly.

"But she's your wife and she loves you. This was going to be the last time," she said.

"You really need to shut the fuck up, before you get into trouble yourself," I snapped. "I have pictures of you in action too. How do you think your husband will feel when he sees them?"

"Danny, please don't show him, he'll never understand, it doesn't mean anything. It..." she was interrupted by Cara running out of the room, and trying to grab me.

"Danny please, you've got to believe me, I..." there were tears running down her face as I just turned and walked down the stairs. I heard her coming after me but by the time she dressed and got to the door, the rumble of my Mustang's V8 was fading in the distance.

I drove over to our neighbor's house, since their teen aged daughter was watching our two boys.

"Hey mister M," said the pimply faced sleepy eyed girl. "It's not even 11o'clock, I thought they were going to stay all night."

"Well I got bored," I said cheerfully. "I thought if I came and got them early you might be able to go out and have some fun yourself. How much did Cara say we'd pay you?"

"Well she said 50 dollars," said the girl nervously. I was sure she was lying, but I gave her 75 which brought on a giant braces filled smile. I escorted the 2 sleepy boys into the back of my car and drove away. As I drove I didn't stop to consider how hurt I was, or why, or any of the other three thousand things that were going through my mind. I just concentrated on what my next move was. Obviously my first move was to take care of my kids. My parents lived about an hour out of town so I called them before it got to be too late and told them I was coming over. My cell phone had about 10 messages from Cara already and 1 from Jane. I called Jane and told her to give me the night to think about it.

"What the hell do you need to think about, that girl loves you," she said, "Okay so she made a mistake, BFD get over it, and at least talk to her."

"Jane, you are not in a position to dictate what I do or don't do," I snapped. "I'm still considering whether or not I'm letting your husband know about you too, so just shut up and listen to what I called you for."

The phone line was silent, I could tell she was pissed because Jane wasn't used to listening to anyone. I could also hear Cara sniffling in the background.

"Tell your sister," I began...

"You mean your wife," she interrupted. "You're angry at her and I guess you should be, it's probably going to take some time for you to forgive her, but Danny don't ever think that what you saw was anything more than a little holiday fun that just went too far. And please never doubt that she loves you, and you loved her enough to marry her."

"Not anymore," I said. "Just tell her that I need a couple of days to think this through, and I'll call her and we can talk after that. You should also tell Doug Martin, Fred Simmons, and the other guys that were in the room, that they need to call me soon, or I'll be naming them in the divorce, and who knows what that will do to their marriages. If they're still there I'll tell them myself. Put them on the phone."

"Danny, the party kind of broke up after you left. Two of them had to go to the hospital anyway." Then I heard even more crying from Cara in the background.

"Danny, please tell me you aren't serious about divorcing her. It's just a New Years Eve thing, for God's sake. It's never hurt you before. And this was going to be the last time."

"What the fuck do you mean it's... , you mean she's done this before?" I snapped. "How long has this been going on?"

The phone went silent and I heard Cara's tearful voice come on the phone, "Danny," she said. Her voice sounded so sad and so miserable, that it almost made me feel sad too. Then I remembered my last vision of her and I just hung up the phone.

The boys had fallen asleep in the Mustang's cramped rear seats. Luckily they frequently visited their grand parents so there would be fresh clothes already there for them. I really didn't know what was going to happen over the next few days but I needed to insulate my boys from as much of it as possible. I pulled into my parents' driveway and the porch light came on before I had even stopped. My mom and Dad came out and met me, and mom guided the boys into the guest room while Dad and I talked.

"What's going on," he asked me.

"Dad for now let's just say that Cara and I are having a disagreement and leave it at that," I said.

"Well what did you do?" he asked me, "Is it so bad that flowers and a serious ass kissing won't work? I always thought that girl was too good for you."

"I'll call you tomorrow Dad," I said as I got back into my car and drove home. The phone was already ringing as I got inside. I looked at the caller ID and saw Cara's cell number. I turned the phone off. Then I went and slept in the guest room. Somehow the idea of lying down in a bed we had just been in together a few hours earlier didn't appeal to me.

The next morning was New Year's Day, but I wasn't in the mood for football games and Holiday food. I called the boys first thing in the morning to see how they were doing. They were having a great time and didn't seem bothered by it at all. The next thing I did was to call Ernie Banks, my lawyer and leave a message in his voicemail. I told him that I knew that he was out of his office, but it was a dire emergency and I needed for him to call me back as soon as possible. I got on the internet and Googled locksmiths, I scanned ad after ad until I found one with a 24 hour emergency line. I called the guy and got him over to the house to change the locks immediately. Then I did the usual banking things. I cancelled all of the joint credit cards, and transferred half of our available funds into accounts in only my name. Even though Cara didn't work I thought that leaving her half of our money was fair. Since I intended to go for full custody of my boys, I wanted the house.

As soon as I hung the phone up it started ringing again. I picked it up out of habit and as soon as I heard Jane's voice started to hang it up.

"Danny, I need to talk to you, first now that you've had time to calm down, can you please talk to Cara. She couldn't sleep last night at all. She wouldn't even lie down she just paced all fucking night. She won't eat, she feels awful about what happened last night. She just sits there crying."

"Get a bunch of guys for her to fuck, that'll get her into bed pretty fucking easily, I snapped. "It's been less than 12 hours, so her not eating is hardly serious and it wouldn't be my problem if it was."

"Danny, please don't tell Randy about me, I swear I've learned my lesson. Randy is a cop. It could get really bad for me and a lot of people who were at the party."

"Jane I was looking for Cara so we could get the fuck out of your party and go home, last night when I found her during her performance. Did you notice that most of the people there were not fucking around on their spouses? Most of them were at your house to have a good time; either with the person they love, or to meet someone, they might possibly love. You and Cara and her fuck toys were the only cheaters there. I really don't care what happens to you, but I will tell you this, if you help me. I won't rat you out," I told her.

"Doug wants you to come to the hospital to see him, or he'll call you, he's really afraid because his wife has all of the money in their marriage," she said. The others have all left you messages because your phone was turned off."

"Danny, do you really want to ruin 6 other marriages because you're pissed off at my sister? Are you really that selfish? Are you really that cruel?"

"Jane, you ignorant slut, I loved your sister more than anyone else in the world. She was my life, my heart and my soul all rolled into one special person. There is nothing I wouldn't have done for her. For taking that away from me, people are going to have to pay. So yes it's highly possible that there may be 6 shiny new divorces to start the New Year."

"But Danny no one took her away from you, she's still right here and she loves you so much, this is tearing her apart. If you divorce her, it'll just destroy her."

"You mean the way she destroyed me last night when I came into your room and found the woman I loved fucking 5 guys? Is she feeling that bad Jane?"

"Well what if she gives you a wild card? You can pick some woman anyone you want and fuck them, and when it happens she doesn't get to say a word about it."

"Well Jane, wouldn't it have to be 5 wild cards? And who knows how many times this has happened, so I could be forced to fuck half of Southern California just to get even. And then you know what we'd have? Whatever it is it wouldn't be a marriage. I only need one woman, who loves me and wants to be with me. Who wants to raise our kids together and grow old together, that's all I want."

"But Danny, that's me," whined Cara into the phone, I immediately hung up.

I called Jane's call phone and she picked it up. "The next time you try that bullshit, I'll have a meeting with your husband and I won't do it at your house. I'll arrange to meet him at the fucking police station and in front of all of those other cops, show him the video I took of you playing tonsil hockey on his couch." I snapped.

"What did I do?" she asked, obviously afraid now.

"I already told you I don't want to talk to your whore of a sister, period, not at all," I said. "Next time I'm talking to you and I even hear her fucking voice I'm calling Randy."

"But it wasn't my fault she just picked up the phone, she's so desperate to talk to you," Whined Jane.

"Your problem, not mine," I snapped. "Maybe you should explain to her that the best thing for her to do is to give me some space for a while, because every time I hear her voice I get angrier."

After I slammed the phone down, I stood back and just breathed. I let all of the tension out and thought about my marriage and where I could have gone wrong. We'd been married for 8 years, and I loved her more now than I had when we first got together. Cara and her sister had both been kind of wild when we first met and I guess I had fooled myself into thinking that she'd given all of that up for me. At first I had kind of expected her to do something, so I often came home unexpectedly in the middle of the day. But the only thing I ever got for my trouble was lunch or sex or both.

After a while and two kids I guess I let my guard down, and I never expected that she'd do something when I was with her and in a public fucking party no less. Our sex life was never what you'd, or at least what I'd consider boring we were always trying different things to keep it spicy. I was willing to try anything she came up with as long it only the two of us were involved. After seeing her with all of those guys, obviously I just wasn't enough for her. So though I loved her so much that my heart hurt right now, I just could not see the possibility of continuing to be married to her.

I was brought out of my thoughts by a knock at the door. I got up and went to answer it and my anger all came back. It was Joe Stephens standing there looking at the ground.

I opened the door so he could come in. "Why the fuck are you here," I snarled at him.

"Well Jane said you wanted to talk to me, about last night. I know you're pissed. So before you try to kick my ass, can I tell you my part of this?" he said.

"Well you're here, so go ahead," I snapped glaring at him.

"Danny I know that we aren't close but I've always considered you a friend. I've known Jane and Cara, since way before you guys got married. They've always been kind of out there, and I guess I never expected either one of them to settle down. Then when you met Cara she just seemed to become happy, happier than I've ever seen her but I didn't expect it to last. She never stayed with one guy for more than 3 months including me, in her entire life. When I say including me, I mean that. I was her first real boyfriend for the 6 weeks that it lasted. And she was the first girl I ever had sex with, but I wasn't hers." he said.

From the look on his face as he said all of this I could tell he was telling me the truth. So I started to calm down. "Hold on let's sit down, while you tell me this. I think I'm gonna need a beer. Want one?" I asked him.

"I will sit down, but after last night, no more alcohol for me," he said.

After I returned from the kitchen with a Corona for me and a Pepsi for him he began talking again.

"When we found out that you were going to marry Cara, I felt sorry for you, because you seemed to be a great guy. But I knew that you were headed for a heart break. She's just never been the girl I'd expect to settle down with one guy and stay faithful. I mean, I wished you both the best and I was at your wedding, but I never expected you to see even one anniversary. Cara and Jane have had a tradition since just after their College days of having a big party for New Years Eve. It started when Cara was 22 and Jane was 24, so it's been going on for about 14 years now. At that party it didn't matter who they were going out with, those two would always fuck any and all of the interested guys who were there. Some of the guys fucked both sisters, those girls didn't care. Once they got married I expected it to stop. Especially since I believe that Cara really does love you, but to my surprise, it didn't." he paused here and took a sip of his soda and looked at me and then he started to talk again.

"You got married in the summer, I've forgotten the month and the year, but shit I can barely remember my own anniversary let alone someone else's. Anyway that same year you'd been married less than 6 months and I found out that the party was still going to happen as usual. I was kind of shocked and I ran into Cara a few weeks before the party, and asked her how your marriage was going, and she was all smiles and just fucking lit up when she talked about it. I simply couldn't imagine a woman that much in love doing what she did, but it happened. Both she and Jane made it seem like you and Jane's husband knew about it. In fact that's why Jane's husband is hardly ever there for the parties. She said he accepts that she needs to do this but he doesn't like to watch it or be there. Cara even said you were fine with it. I mean you even go to the parties with her and you keep the liquor flowing. Now I'm beginning to see the true picture." he said and he sighed.

"Danny for your own piece of mind, you need to do what your conscience tells you to. I got married 5 years ago and I really love my wife. When I got married I stopped participating at the parties. Two years ago if you remember, I got to ride in your Mustang because I went on the beer run with you. But this year, my wife Dorothy was out of town visiting her pregnant sister, so I was alone and feeling lonely. I was also drunk, so I admit I got in line. I didn't get a chance to even touch Cara before you got there and I was lucky enough to get out before you did anything to me, but I'm sure you got at least one picture of me, so that's why I'm here." he still had trouble looking at me, and I felt the pain in his voice.

"Danny you don't have to worry about telling Dorothy, because I'm going to tell her myself and hope she'll forgive me. I didn't actually do anything, but I had intended to, and when I look at you and Cara I can see where that might have gotten me. We'd be in the same places only reversed. I'd be Cara, sitting there crying my eyes out because I'd done some stupid thing for a few moments of pleasure and lost a lifetime of happiness. And my Dorothy would be you, miserable and betrayed for reasons that just don't make sense when she had never done anything to deserve it. For what it's worth, again I want to tell you that I did not even touch Cara last night. I also want to tell you that there are only two reasons that I was even in that position, first I was very drunk, which is why I've given up liquor for good. And second because this was for some kind of closure, it was the end of a chapter in my life one way or another." he paused again.

"Danny you really have changed Cara whether you can see it or not, I've known her all of her life and I can see it. Last night just after you left to go get the beer, and all of the guys started heading upstairs, me included, she made an announcement. She told all of those guys, that last night was going to be the last time she ever had sex with anyone except for you because she loves you and just couldn't stand doing this anymore. So last night really was supposed to be her final performance, whether that means anything to you or not." he said.

"Like I told you before, I've known Cara all of her life, and even when she was going out with a guy, she always had her eyes set on the next one. I've never imagined that she could be happy with just one guy, but I think she really is and really does love you. Even before all of this happened last night you and her boys were all she talked about. They say a leopard can't change her spots but I really believe Cara has. And I stopped by this morning before I came over here, and you should go and see her, she is really torn apart by this." he said.

"At any rate, you can handle this how ever you'd like, I just came by here to apologize and tell you that I'll do whatever you want, from me to make this right."

After he left I sat there and I thought about it for a long time and I just got more confused. The thing that hurt me the most was finding out how long this had been going on behind my back. When Jane had told me that last night wasn't the first time I'd thought that maybe it had happened at a party some other time and she thought that I knew about it, but now I could see that the woman I married and loved with all of my heart couldn't possible have felt about me, the way I felt about her. She had never stopped cheating on me. She had obviously done it while we were dating, and throughout our marriage and would probably never stop. Even if she gave it up for a while, sooner or later the memories would surface, or we'd have a fight and she'd end up doing it again. Thought I loved her with all of my heart and soul I am simply not the kind of man to put up with that. Even if she was sincere about quitting now, how the hell could I ever believe her or trust her again.

She could have brought me home a disease at any time. Did I even know for sure that the boys were mine?

I packed all or Cara's clothes and personal items that she'd need for a long stay, in her car. Before I was done, Ernie called me back. I explained the situation to him and told him what I wanted. I also told him I wanted full custody of my boys, if they were mine. I told him I'd probably also be charging at least two of the men from the party last night. I sent him the video of Cara and the pictures too. Before I could finish packing up Cara's things the fucking doorbell rang again.

I was ready for a meeting with another one of those guys from the party last night and was surprised to see a woman standing there and a cab in my driveway.

She was a very pretty woman with features that were different but still reminded me of Cara and Jane. Where both Cara and Jane could be considered thick, she was thinner but still had their curves. She had a few lines on her face and was obviously older than the sisters. She was also older then me, but her over all impression was still quite stunning.

"Hi Danny," she said putting her suitcase down and extending her hand.

"Hi back," I mumbled, wondering who this woman was and why the hell she had a suitcase.

"Where's my daughter?" she asked looking around.

"Who's your daughter?" I asked in return.

"Cara and Jane," she said smiling, "You're married to Cara, and apparently I have two grandsons that I've never met too."

"I know this is a big surprise for you and I don't have any way of proving this to you, but I'm sure Cara will know me. Can I send my cab away?"

I just nodded my head and moved out of the way so she could come in.

"You don't need to prove anything to me," I said, "I can see the resemblance, so I have no doubt that you are who you say you are. But I kind of thought you were dead. Neither Cara or Jane ever talk about their family other than each other so I just assumed when they said you were gone, that they meant ... well you know."

"It must be a pretty big shock for you then," she said smiling again.

"Not really," I said, "Over the past 24 hours I've had a lot of shocks and this is nowhere near the biggest or the worst. In fact your timing and your presence might just really help me."

"As you can see, neither Cara or Jane is here, but I can take you to them," I said.

"That would be great," she said, and then there was that smile again.

I explained to her that Cara was staying with Jane for a while and I was on my way to take some of her clothes to her. She just nodded and followed me outside.

"It looks like you're taking more than few of her clothes," she said.

"Well I don't know how long she's going to be there," I said.

"So Jane and Randy are having problems again huh?" she asked.

"Something like that," I said wondering how a woman who had never met me or Randy knew so much about us. "It'll probably be easier for you to drive Cara's car," I said, "And you can just follow me over there. That way she'll have her car and her clothes, and you'll be there with them."

"Sounds fine to me," she said cheerfully. I had to admit that even though I didn't know the woman's name; her disposition was growing on me. Since she'd been here, I was calmer. My own mom had that kind of influence on me, though my dad and I just never seemed to see eye to eye on anything. Mostly because my dad thought that his shit didn't stink, and I was the only one who'd tell him that it did.

I drove much slower than I normally would have to avoid losing her and we got to Jane's house in about twenty minutes.

Randy came out to see me as I pulled up. He clasped me firmly on the shoulder and looked at me. "Danny what the hell is going on?" he asked. You two are the happiest people I know. That girl loves you more than anything I've ever seen. I would die to have someone love me that much. She's so miserable right now that it almost makes me want to cry, but no one is saying anything." He looked really helpless, like he wanted to do something or hit someone but he didn't know who.

We were saved from further awkwardness by the front door opening and Jane sticking her head out. When she saw me talking to Randy she got a real nervous look on her face and stuck her head back in the house. She tentatively came over to us, and then the door open wider and Cara came running out. Much as I'd been told she looked awful, there were big circles under her eyes and her eyes were so puffy and swollen it was a miracle she could even see out of them. My shock at seeing her gave way to revulsion as I realized she was heading straight for me.

At about that time the door to Cara's Car opened up, and the woman inside got out. If I'd had any nagging little doubts that his was actually Cara and Jane's mother they were erased immediately.

"Danny who i ... Mom," began Cara

"Who?" exclaimed Randy.

"What the fuck is she doing here, and why did you bring her to my house?" snapped Jane.

Seeing the three women together was interesting for a lot of reasons. First the three of them together represented three completely different body types. First there was my Cara, she was short and curvy, not a lot going on in the breast department, but her ass was a work of art. She was a tiny bit pudgy and had a rounded belly from giving birth to 2 kids. Cara had short collar length blonde hair. Her eyes and nose were near exact duplicates of the other women. Next there was Jane, she was taller than either of the other 2. Jane was very blessed in the rack department, but was what the kids call N triple A.

For those of you who haven't heard of it, that means No Ass At All. Jane had that hippy styled long thick brown hair. I'd often joked that she wore her hair that long to cover up her lack of a butt. The woman standing between them was clearly the original. Her daughters had both inherited parts of her, but neither got the whole package. Their mom was about 5' 6" which put her about halfway between Cara's 5'1" and Jane's 5'10" heights.

She had a beautiful set of breasts not as overwhelming as Jane's but perfect for her form. She also had the kind of butt that made anything she wore look good. It wasn't as big as Cara's jungle booty, but it wasn't far behind. Her hair was a dark shade of red and you could if you looked closely make out highlights of Cara's blonde hue and some darker browns that echoed Jane's brunette locks too. There were of course a few gray strands in there as well.

Her face was exactly like the two younger women's only with a few more lines in it, and an expression of both experience and I don't know how to describe it any better, but she seemed to be at peace with herself in a way that her daughter's weren't. Maybe it was just the impending divorces, maybe not. But she seemed to have the look of someone who's been through hell, survived, and come to accept herself for what she is. She doesn't need to put on airs or try to promote herself because she knows what she is and has accepted it.

"Why the fuck are you here, how'd you find us?" snapped Jane breaking the silence.

"Hello to you too darling," said her mother. "I've had PI's checking up on you occasionally for the past few years. At most of the significant events in your lives, I've been there perhaps not in form or function, but in spirit. Through the magic of video, I've vicariously enjoyed many events with you. I was at Cara's wedding to Danny. I even had a piece of her cake, albeit a day old. I was at yours as well Jane dear, though I didn't get a piece of your cake. I know all about your occasional tiffs with Randy here, mostly due to the pressure of his stressful job, and your lack of one. I've seen my two grandsons, from birth til now, maybe not in person but I've been there just the same. Cara, did you ever wonder who it was that was always sending you those unsigned cards on the kids birthdays or yours? well now you know."

"Just fucking great," said Jane, "It's not like we don't already have enough stress going on around here. Now we've got you fucking stalking us as well."

"Mom," said Cara. "Why d..."

"What the fuck do you want," interrupted Jane, "You gave us away, you don't get to just show up and plop your ass back in our lives, just like that. My husband is a cop. By tomorrow I'll have a restraining order against your ass, so whatever you want to say, just say it and make fucking tracks."

"I don't want anything from you, I just hoped that now that you're both grown ups we could spend some time together, maybe talk and sort out the past. Maybe even put it behind us, and let me become a part of my children's lives. That's all I want."

"Well in the words of Daffy Duck, "Th Th Thanks for stopping by," said Jane coldly. "If you take that same road you came in on and just keep driving, then turn either left or right, I don't fucking care which, it'll get you out of here. The sooner the better."

Then she turned to me. "What were you and Randy talking, about brother in law?" she asked, "Or were you just here to see Cara?"

"Danny, baby I miss you so much," said Cara. "I'm so glad you came to see me. I know that we can get past this. I was wrong, I admit it and I'll do anything to make this up to you." she was practically hysterical as she said this and constantly stepping towards me. I on the other hand was in full retreat mode. It looked almost as if she was chasing me around my Mustang in slow motion. If I weren't involved in it, and I wasn't so heartbroken it would have been funny as hell.

Finally the thrill wore off and I just said "Stop, Cara, you're supposed to be giving me time, to think about this, remember. I was trying to be nice about it. I brought you your clothes and some personal items, and your car. But if you insist on pestering me, the whole thing can be over now. I even brought your mom out to be with you and Jane. Maybe that's my problem, I'm too nice and too, trusting to people who don't deserve my trust."

"Danny what do you need to think about?" asked Randy. "You have to tell me what's going on. I'm sorry man, I thought that you had done something, to upset Cara, Jane made it seem that way, but I'm starting to see that I made a mistake didn't I?"

He looked at Jane with the same expression cops always use on people they've caught in a crime or a lie.

"How does Jane fit into the picture?" he asked me seriously.

"Look Randy, you and I will sit down and have a talk as soon as I get my head on straight. there are still some other people from the party I need to talk to, first and I still have to sit down with Ernie tomorrow, but very soon we'll talk I promise."

Both sisters started talking at the same time.

"No," screamed Cara, "Danny please! anything but that. We don't need Ernie. This is us, we're going to be together forever. No matter what. You promised me that."

"Yeah, but you promised me a few things too," I said sadly. Cara just slumped on the ground and started crying.

"Danny you don't need to drag other people into your problems," said Jane. "Just because I'm supporting my sister doesn't mean you need to have a talk with Rand..." she immediately stopped talking and almost bit her tongue as I looked at her. I could tell she was trying to make Randy think that her only involvement was trying to help Cara. She quickly changed tactics. "Well at least you can drop Sandra, off at the airport or at a motel, I don't care which," she snapped. "Even if we were on speaking terms, there's no room for her here, Cara's sleeping in our second bedroom and the bed is too small for two people."

Well at least I knew my mother in law's name now. "Cara if you're interested, which I don't know since you haven't asked. The boys are staying with my parents for a few days while we work this out, one way or another. I didn't see any reason to drag them into this and make their lives any worse for something so stupid. I also didn't tell them anything about what happened. So they're just having a good time with their grandparents, at least until they have to find out." Almost as if she hadn't heard me Cara just sat there in the dirt in the driveway crying her eyes out.

If it had been a scene in a movie, that movie would be pretty fucking depressing. Five adults all upset for different reasons not looking at each other and not knowing whom they could trust. Randy was upset at me because he thought that I was withholding information from him. He could sense that his wife was somehow involved in this and he didn't know if he wanted to know or not. I kind of envied him in a way. At least he was getting a bit of a warning, so he'd get a softer blow. He'd get his news in small steps if he got it at all. First he got the warning that something was going on, then he found out Jane had something to do with it. Then finally he got the news. His situation wasn't like mine. I had no clue about what a whore Cara was until I walked in and found her servicing at least five guys. Five guys that I knew, who had all probably been laughing at me behind my back for our entire time together. They were probably laughing since before we were married. I felt like the latest contestant on that new game show, "Who can we trick into marrying the town slut."

Jane was upset, first because Jane was always pissed about something, this time she just really had something to be pissed about. she was angry at Cara, not because Cara had done what she did, but because she got caught and started all of this. She was angry at me because I had caught her in the act and was holding her marriage over her head by a thread. she also knew that deep down inside I loathed her and held her partly responsible for what happened to Cara and me. She was angry at Randy because she knew he would never understand what she'd done and knew she'd lose him. And because in her own way she loved him and losing him would be hard on her. She was also angry at her mother, but I didn't know where that came from.

Cara was angry at Jane, but I didn't know why. She was mostly upset that she'd been caught with her hand in the cookie jar, and was now going to be punished. I didn't try to understand her feelings or motivations because, I didn't know her at all. Before yesterday if anyone had told me that Cara was cheating on me. I'd have had them at both ends. I'd have laughed in their face and kicked their ass, but I wouldn't have believed it. One of the cornerstones of my life was the fact that Cara loved me, and now it had been destroyed.

Sandra was upset because even after all of these years her only children were not willing to forgive her for whatever she did in the past, and also because she could see that there was a big problem here and no one would let her in so she couldn't help. She had to just watch it and do nothing.

We all know why I was upset so let's move on.

With nothing left to say Sandra and I got into my Mustang and drove away.

"Well that was fun," I said trying to cut the tension, on the drive back.

"I guess I probably should have written a letter, or called before just showing up," she replied. "I don't have a flight back booked yet, because I'd planned on getting an apartment and staying here if things worked out. You can just drop me off at any motel we pass." she said sadly.

I looked over at her and saw that she was trying to hide her tears. She was suffering just as badly as we all were. I imagined if I'd had a falling out with my boys and tried to get back in their lives and they had rejected me, as badly as Jane had rejected her. I'd have been devastated.

She was so lost in her own thoughts that she never looked up, the whole trip back. When I pulled into the driveway and stopped the car she recognized that we were back at the house.

"You forgot about my motel, Danny," she said.

"No Ma'am, this is your motel. I have plenty of room. And if you stay long enough, you may get to meet your grandsons. Besides maybe you shouldn't be alone after that kind of disappointment. You also don't seem like the type to just give up, that easily. And if getting back in your daughters' lives is what you want, you may as well view this circus from a front row seat," I told her. She laughed a little at that, and nodded her head.

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