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This Was Going To Be The Last Time

By: StangStar06



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 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.


This Was Going To Be The Last Time



"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?" 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'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.

I gave Sandra or Sandy as she told me to call her our guest room. She took a shower and went straight to bed that night. The next morning I woke up and the house smelled great. I looked at the clock and realized that I had overslept but it didn't matter since I didn't have to be back at work until Wednesday, and I wasn't sure I was going back then. the boys had the next two days off from school as well so everything was fine.

I had to figure out what the hell that smell was though. I went downstairs and found Sandy in the kitchen. She had set two plates and had made coffee and pancakes and the delicious bacon that I was smelling.

"I had to use your car, I'm sorry," she said, "You guys only had fake bacon. You had turkey bacon and tofu bacon. How do they make bacon out of tofu?" she smiled as she said it. Her accent had that Midwestern twang to it. It was a nice change from all of the fake California surfer talk that even people who moved here from other parts of the country tried to pull off. It sounded genuine and warm.

"Danny, I know I'm a stranger in all of this, but I think we really need to have a talk." she said.

"I promise Sandy," I said, I have some running around to do today, but we can talk over dinner. I'll be grilling on the deck out back, so we can relax and talk then."

"Okay," she said trying to smile.




This Was Going To Be The Last Time



I went to see Ernie as soon as I finished breakfast. He and I talked about strategy, and what I wanted. I also found out that Cara had called him several times beginning last night and told him not to take me on as a client because she didn't want a divorce. She'd even threatened to sue him if he helped me. He finally had to speak to her just to tell her that I had already retained him before she'd called him, so it would be up to me to decide what I wanted. And that she should probably get a lawyer herself to protect her own interests.

After seeing the video and the pictures Ernie was shocked, and he'd seen a lot of divorces. " I'm still not sure that divorce is your best option here," he told me. "Yep the pictures are bad and shocking, but she obviously loves you and regrets what she did. Maybe she'll stop. And from the way you look, I'm pretty sure you still love her too. Your life is going to be hell without her for a long time. Plus you have to think about your children. Can I suggest counseling?"

"Fuck no," I spat, "What is this Ernie. You're supposed to be my fucking lawyer. I know what I want, your job is to get it for me. You're right, this is going to be hard on her, but she's spent her entire life fucking guys and then dumping them, that's just her pattern. She let me hang around with her for a little bit longer than usual, but all in all, I'm just another brick in her wall."

"You're also right about this being hard on me, it will be. Right now I feel like someone cut my heart out with a rusty shovel, but it would be even harder on me, to have to try to forget what she did. Harder still to have to look at myself in the mirror every morning and try to drum up some kind of self respect if I let her get away with it. But the hardest thing of all would be facing my boys, and trying to teach them about what's right and what's wrong and how to treat people with respect, and not to put up with being disrespected themselves, if I just sat down like some little wimp bitch and let her do this shit. So Ernie with all due respect, I'm not paying you to be my fucking shrink or my fucking priest. I need a lawyer, and I need a cut throat bastard of a lawyer who's on my side and ready to scorch the earth if necessary to see he client get a modicum of justice. If that isn't you, let me know now."

Ernie told me the papers would be ready in two days. He'd also get a restraining order against her to keep her away from me and the kids. He thought I could use her acts of lasciviousness and indecency in public as proof that she was an unfit mother. It would be a terrible thing to do and I'd never block her from seeing the boys whenever she wanted to, but it was necessary because unless the mother was proven to be unfit the kids never went to the fathers, even when the mother was the guilty party. And usually the house went with the kids. He'd have the restraining order in effect by tomorrow and told me to put off seeing her until then. We were also going to charge the other men involved with the exception of Joe Stephens. Joe had earned himself a pass for both his honesty and for the fact that he had enough respect for me to come and see me. The rest would simply get burned. 

When I got home, Sandy was asleep on the couch in the living room. One of our photo albums lay open on her chest, rising and falling as she breathed. I decided to go ahead and start cooking and let her rest. 

As the grill heated up I checked the caller ID to see how many calls we'd gotten. I was especially interested in seeing whether or not any of the guys had called. There were twenty six calls. Twenty from Cara and Six from Jane. 

"It's kind of interesting," said Sandy behind me, At first when I answered the phone they'd hang up immediately. Later on Cara was at least polite enough to say that she wasn't sure she should talk to me, and that she really wanted to talk to you, so could I please hang up so she could leave you a message. Jane on the other hand just cursed and slammed the phone down every time I answered."

I poured her a glass of Cara's favorite wine, and we sat out on the deck while our steaks grilled. "Danny, I think you need to talk to someone about whatever's going on with you and my daughter. I'm not saying that I should be the person, but I'm here, I'm available and I care. Besides I already think I know what it is anyway, and I won't judge. but I think you need to get this out before you pop."

"I'm fine Sandy," I said, "It really doesn't even bother me anymore. I just need a little time."

"Tough guy huh," she said smiling, "Last night just after midnight I got up to get a glass of water. You know, I had to pass your room to get to the stairs. I heard you crying in your sleep. It was the saddest thing I've ever heard. I know this is tearing you apart, so you need to talk about it. If not with me then with someone."

I got up and turned the meat over. I sat back down next so Sandy and started talking. "From the first moment that I set eyes on her I was sure that Cara was the woman for me. I knew she was kind of wild but I really thought that she'd settled down when we started dating. I never saw her even look at any other guys and I just never even noticed women when she was around. After about two years of dating I asked her to marry me. She of course accepted and asked me what the hell had taken me so long. She told me that she had been mine from the first words I ever spoke to her. My heart belonged only to her. I guess I at least got that part of her to myself." 

"When our son Matthew was born it was the happiest time of my life, during her pregnancy I'd been too nervous too enjoy it the first time, but the second one I took pictures and recorded all of the changes her body went through. Those were good times for us. Now I doubt that my boys are even mine. We've always gone to parties and things like that, but we do it together. Over the past eight years that we've been married and the two before that I never had any reason to suspect anything. Four nights ago at Jane's New Year's eve party I came back from a beer run they'd sent me on, and found Jane making out on her couch in the middle of her living room with a guy she knew from work. If I hadn't interrupted them who knows what would have happened. After talking to her I'm sure it would have gone a lot further. Not my business, my call or my problem, but I got angry any way. Randy is a good guy and he doesn't deserve that. Anyway I decided to get Cara and get out of there. I finally found her in an upstairs bedroom fucking five guys. I haven't spoken to her since. I'm intending to get a divorce as soon as possible. I love her with all of my heart and soul and I want you to know that I really intended to be with her forever just like she said. But now when I think of her all I can see is the mouth I kiss every day, full of some other guy's dick. Or I see her legs spread apart and some guy shoving his dick into the vagina that my sons came out of. I hear her grunting as some guy says turn her over so I can fuck her ass, and she was a willing participant. I just feel so stupid because I loved her so much, and she really fooled me." I was starting to cry at this point.

"Maybe it was just a one time thing, maybe she was drunk or drugged," said Sandy looking down at the ground.

"I spoke to one of the guys who hadn't had his turn yet that night. He came over the next day to apologize and tell me about it. It seems my wife has spent her entire life fucking guys and just getting rid of them when she's tired of them. I guess I was stupid enough to think I meant something to her, when all I really am is just another name on a very long list. She's probably at Jane's house laughing at me right now," I said.

Sandy came over to me and just hugged me, while I cried. she turned the grill off because neither of us felt like eating after that.

*****************

My name is Cara Masterson and I've ruined my life. I was very wild throughout my life but once I got to college and got away from my grandparents who raised me all hell broke loose. Three days after my eighteenth birthday I was no longer a virgin. A week after that I had no virginal orifices any where on my body. Sex was just something I did to be social. I enjoyed it and I used it. I was never the prettiest girl in college or in my circle, but I knew how to use what I had, to get what I wanted. My sister and I became quite popular both in college and after. Neither of us actually graduated or had any intention of getting a job. College for me was just the place to meet my guy, and for Jane to meet everyone's guy. I always felt like men got the short end of the stick when it came to sex, because usually once they'd come, they were done. Some of them could recharge again in a short time but most were very limited. On the other hand I could keep going for hours. all I needed was a willing guy or better yet three, and I was set for a night. Once you had fucked a guy you could also use it to get pretty much anything you wanted from him. especially if you dangled the possibility of a return match in front of him. 

Sometimes my sister and I would take on six or seven guys apiece, it was all just for fun. the worst part was when you were trying to be with one guy. There was no way one guy could keep up with either of us, and they always got jealous. When I had to dump them, I had to either avoid them or walk around like I was on egg shells for a while to avoid hurting their fucking feelings. I myself had none. It was better that way. That is until I met Danny. He was totally different from every other man I'd ever met. there were lot's of guys who could fill up my pussy, but Danny filled up my heart. I knew I was in trouble after the first time we got into an argument. Arguing was one of my favorite tools with most guys. If I was bored or I wanted to fuck some other guy I just started an argument with them, and while we were broken up technically I could fuck anybody I wanted. It was easy. Do these pants make my ass look fat? Most guys don't know how to answer that question. 

The correct answer is yes. Let's face it I have a huge ass for a white girl, but they were never going to have enough balls to tell me that. Any way that first argument with Danny was our last until now. First off it wasn't a fake argument, it was real, and second because, as soon as he left me, I started crying. I felt like my heart was going to stop beating. I actually wanted to die. My sister couldn't figure it out." Just give him some pussy and he'll be back," she said. Even she was shocked when she found out that I hadn't had sex with him. I was fucking practically every guy I ran into except for the one guy that I really liked. To tell you the truth I was afraid that whatever magic thing was going on with us would be gone if we had sex. 

We eventually did get back together. I admitted I was wrong (I wasn't) because I just couldn't be without him for even another second. We've never argued since. When we did start having sex it opened up another chapter of my life. Sex with Danny was so different from every other guy. I actually felt like it was something special. I stopped fucking everyone else. The only time I broke that rule was once a year at my sister's New Year's eve party. For some reason I just didn't consider that cheating. it was like a test. Once a year I let a few guys do me to see if I enjoyed it more than I did with Danny. I didn't and I hated lying to him or having to make an excuse just to go to the party. The first time I did it after we were together I cried all the next day because I was sure if he found out, he'd never see me again. I felt like such a whore. But he didn't find out. The next year it was easier and then it just became like I said, a test. I didn't know what I'd do if I ever flunked the test because I couldn't ever leave him, I'd die first. After we got married (the happiest day of my life, I might add) it got harder until we came up with the idea of sending him for beer or liquor. The thing that Danny loves more than anything except for me and our kids is his Mustang. He sometimes drives the long way to go and get things just so he can drive that car longer. He hardly ever lets me drive it. So While Danny went for beer, I'd do three or four guys.

Anyway last year I noticed something. I'm getting older and I'm not as hot as I once was, and I'm sure you guys are going to think that the sex with Danny had finally peaked. There is that thing about the seven year itch after all, but that wasn't it. While I was lying there on the bed with a dick in each hand one in my mouth and one in my pussy, I noticed that I was bored, and I was starting to dry up. Four guys humping and heaving to beat the band, with little old me as the center of attention, and I was imagining my husband cuddling with me and making love to me. I decided then and there that I just couldn't do this anymore. First because I didn't enjoy it or need it any more, not even once a year, but also because I had simply too much to lose.

When Jane asked me about the party this year I told her no, but she cajoled me and begged and finally said we'd tell all of the guys that this was going to be my last time ever sort of a farewell tour. So I agreed to do it once more. usually the best part of the party would be near the end when Jane and I would both end up in a room with at least15 or twenty guys. We usually had Danny go home to get the kids while I helped Jane clean up after the party. All of the couples and women went home and the guys we'd chosen either hung around, or left and came back. This year would have been no exception, but Murphy's law changed my life forever. During Danny's first beer run he came back a lot sooner than I expected. I was actually lying there thinking about him fucking me tomorrow, and how from now on he'd be the only one, and I had a smile on my face, because I realized something really stupid. After being married for 8 God damned years, I had fallen even more deeply in love with my husband. I couldn't wait to get him back inside me, and I had some plans for our next New Year's eve. All of a sudden I heard a disturbance, which wasn't unusual. often guys would get angry or fight over a place in line. None of them wanted to be left there holding his dick when I jumped up and put my clothes back on when Jane came up to tell me that Danny was back. I later found out that Jane's dumb ass had deserted her post, if she'd been watching out for Danny like she was supposed to, none of this would have happened.

Anyway I was just about to yell out that if they didn't stop fighting that no one would get any more pussy, when I looked up and saw Danny. I didn't say anything at first because I was just too shocked. This couldn't be happening. In those gangbang stories you read on the internet, the husband comes in and catches his wife, and usually gets turned on by watching his wife fuck other guys. Sometimes they get in line and participate. Danny didn't look turned on at all.

He just said some words that didn't even register. They made no sense, What did he mean "Don't bother coming home, ever." I had to get up and go home with him because I was sure he was angry at me. I would make this up to him somehow, I'd do whatever he wanted. What ever it took I would do, and then we could get back to normal. It hurt me so badly that he wouldn't ever look at me or listen to me. None of this was real. I ran out into the hall naked. Some of the people at the party who didn't know what was going on started pointing at me but I didn't care. Danny was talking to Jane, she was trying to get him to do something or to not do something. This was all spinning out of control. I couldn't believe he was leaving me here, and didn't want me any more. 

I just sat there on Jane's steps naked crying. Barely anything registered to me. I heard people especially some of the women I'd taken men from years ago calling me a whore and some of them even laughing at me. Jane sent everyone home, it looked like my final performance was final in more ways than one.

Jane kept coming over to talk to me and telling me I had to get him to agree not to tell Randy what he saw her doing. If she lost Randy she'd have to get a job.

I couldn't believe my sister was so fucking stupid, and so selfish.

"As soon as you can make up to your doofus, just make sure he doesn't tell my doofus what was going on," she told me.

She couldn't figure out what I was crying about, she simply didn't understand. Finally she looked at me like I was the stupid one, and said, "You seriously love him don't you?" She just sat there shaking her head like she was having problems figuring me out.

I didn't see how my life could get any worse. The next day Jane told me that Danny needed a few days to calm down and think about things. I said, "Hell no, he might need it but I would die if I was away from him for that long." Jane finally got me to see that after a few days he'd miss me and would be more ready to listen to my apology. I told myself I'd give it two or three days and then I was going home to him if I had to get down on my knees and beg him to take me back. 

The very next day I thought I heard his Mustang pull up and Jane looked outside and told me it was him. "Looks like doofus misses you already," she said. "Don't let him take charge or you'll have to eat shit for a long time, make it seem like you might not want him back. Let him think that you were there and doing it to see if you still wanted to be with him. Make him think that you're starting to get bored with him, and he's not enough for you. His ego will be bruised and you'll be back in charge."

"Jane, shut the fuck up," I snapped at her. She just shrugged and went outside. By the time I got out there they were all already talking. I called him and headed for my husband. I just wanted him to take me in his arms and tell me everything was going to be fine. Then I noticed that he'd brought my car too, and some woman was driving it. I got really angry at first, but I recognized her. It was our mother. I could deal with her later, for now I just needed to get my husband back. They could jibber jabber all they wanted, all I needed to know was whether or not I could go home.

I was hoping Danny still loved me, I knew he did, because he went and found my mom, and he brought me my clothes so I'd be comfortable while I'm waiting for him. He even brought me my car so when he calls me, I can go home without having to wait for my stupid sister to take me. Then I heard them talking again. Most of it didn't register, but one name did. Ernie registered. Ernie was Danny's lawyer. Why would he need a lawyer? Then it hit me, I started screaming and yelling. there was no way this could be happening. Why would he want a divorce? I was wrong I'd already admitted it. This was the part where he was supposed to forgive me and take me home and fuck me, and we'd live happily ever after. There was not going to be a divorce in this story. Then Danny and my mom just left with me sitting there in the driveway trying to figure out how to wake up.

The next day I just sat by the clock and called him over and over again, hoping just once that he'd pick up the phone. Even if he didn't want to talk to me I just needed to hear the sound of his voice. I left him a lot of messages too. Jane tried to get me to eat and I kept telling her I'd eat when I got home. I'm sure she thinks I'm crazy, but I just don't trust her anymore. This was after all her fault.

A few minutes ago Jane called me to the door. A strange woman in a business suit handed me a bunch of papers, and had me sign a form that said I had received them. Danny is trying to divorce me. There was also a restraining order preventing me from going near my kids. To tell the truth, I wasn't worried about the kids at all, Danny would take good care of them. He's a great father. What really hurt me even more than the divorce was the fact that he was having our kids DNA tested to determine if he was their father. Their birthdays were in April and July. Since I honestly had only ever cheated on him at the New Years Eve parties it was impossible for anyone else to be their father, but let him have them tested If he wanted.




This Was Going To Be The Last Time



That only served to further depress me. It just made me realize that I had lost another aspect of my life. Since I'd been so wild, when I was younger, a lot of people thought of me as a slut, but Danny had always though of me as a princess, or as his angel. If he doubted our kids' paternity it could only mean that he now saw me as a slut too. I thought about just taking the whole bottle of pills that Jane had brought me to help me sleep until Jane told me that he was coming over to have our talk. I needed to take a shower and clean myself up so he'd want me again. I needed to convince him that he didn't need to divorce me. I would do whatever he wanted for the rest of my life just to get him to stay with me.

After I got out of the shower and got dressed Randy brought a man into the living room. Randy said the man was a very good lawyer and would be representing me. I told Randy that I didn't need a lawyer but he insisted.

When Danny got there he was alone. He didn't have his lawyer with him. I wanted to send everyone away so we could talk alone. I wanted us to sit in the swing on our porch and for him to just hold me like he did when I was carrying his babies. That was the best feeling I ever had in my life. Why did I throw it away?

Danny said it was Okay for my lawyer and Randy and Jane to be there. Jane was nervous, she said that she and Randy shouldn't stay because this was personal business. But Danny wanted them and the lawyer to stay.

Danny told me that he loved me very much, but that he couldn't be with me anymore, because of what I'd done. I was concentrating on the he loved me part, but I did ask him how long it would take him to forgive me. When he said he could never trust me again so he didn't think we could ever get back together, That was when everything just started closing in around me. My lawyer suggested counseling, Danny said he didn't think it would work. My lawyer said the court could order it. Danny asked my lawyer if he knew the circumstances of the case. The lawyer admitted he didn't. That was when it got really bad. Danny recounted the whole thing including his meeting the next day with Joe. when the meeting was over Randy got up and packed his bags and left Jane also.

Jane got really angry and started crying and screaming at Danny. "I thought you said that if I helped you you wouldn't tell him," she screamed. Danny just laughed in her face and told her that she was no fucking help.

That was when I stopped talking, it was four months ago and our divorce will be final in 8 weeks and I haven't said a word to anyone since. Under the terms of the divorce Randy agreed to take care of me until I can take care of myself again. his insurance pays for the nurse and the doctors I see. Mostly there's nothing wrong with me, I simply decided not to talk to anyone until Danny forgives me. At least not publicly, Jane tried dating and tried to find another man, but first off she isn't getting any younger and her big old sagging titties just don't pull them in anymore. I guess there's no thrill for a guy to score with someone that anybody can fuck. Second she discovered that she was in love too, and Randy won't have anything to do with her.

Danny brings the kids by to visit me about once a week, he doesn't have to, he just does. Sometimes mom comes with them. 

*****************

The day of my meeting with Cara and her lawyer was stressful for all of us. It had been my intention to put all of the details out in the open to let her know what I wanted and why. I ended up telling Randy and Cara's lawyer the whole story. Randy was upset and demanded to see the pictures, so I showed them to him. He thanked me, packed his bags and left. He divorced Jane, theirs was far quicker than mine. Maybe in her own way Cara really had loved me, she went into a very deep depression. I take the boys by to see her once a week without fail. One of the oddest things about the situation was that I needed someone to watch the boys after school and while I was at work. Who'd be better than their own grandmother?

Everything was going along great until I started to notice, that for a woman who was at least 10 years older than me, Sandy was far more attractive than I'd ever noticed. I'd heard the whole story about how Sandy had gotten pregnant when she was only 13 with Jane and her parent's pretended that Jane was Sandy's sister, but when she got pregnant again at 15, they threw her out of the house soon after the baby was born. Over the years she'd tried to see her kids again and again and when she was finally allowed to, their grandparents had so poisoned the girls against her that it was no use. Now that they were finally old enough she's hoped that they'd give her a chance but it had all gone to hell. 

Over the months Sandy and I had gotten closer together until we both noticed that there was some sexual tension between us. One of the things I love the most about Sandy is her honesty.

"Oh good it's not just me," she said one morning. "Well I guess I should probably start looking for a place before something stupid happens."

"What are you talking about Sandy?" I asked her.

"Well for the past 10 years I've been celibate," she said. "But for the past month or so, I've been horny as hell. And I have to admit that I have feelings for you. But I'm your mother. And you are still married to my daughter, who is currently out of her mind with grief. You will still be married to her for 7 or 8 weeks legally, although technically you're a free man."

"Sandy what are you talking about?" I asked again.

"I just caught you looking down my shirt," she began. "A few minutes ago you were looking at my ass and my legs and you've got a tent in the front of your pants."

"Last night while we watched that stupid cartoon show with the kids, I caught you looking at me five times and when we made eye contact, I could tell then that you wanted me and not just for sex." she said. "You're happy again, probably not as happy as you were with my daughter, but it's like a great weight has been lifted off of your soul."

"I have the feeling that if we continue to live under the same roof, eventually and maybe not so eventually something stupid will happen, so I should probably move into my own place."

"Sandy, this is your own place," I said. "You're family, and there's more than enough room here for all of us. The boys love you, right now they're very confused about what's going on with their mom, and you help to fill that void. So for no other reason than that you should stay." I told her.

"And as to us, to be honest I have to admit that I do feel something for you. I probably have from the first minute you showed up. Maybe it's just becoming more obvious as the situation with Cara has begun to heal. I realize that there are problems here. The fact that I married your daughter is an 800 lb gorilla standing between us all the time. But to be really truthful, my relationship with Cara was over before you got into town. You did nothing to end it. That was all her doing. If you had shown up while we were still together, you would have seen that "Neither hell, or high water," could have separated us. But I guess our love wasn't flexible enough to stretch past five other guys' dicks." I looked into her eyes as I told her this.

"You should also know that no matter how I feel about you, even if in time this becomes even stronger than it is now, I'd never force you to do anything you weren't comfortable with."

There was a long silence and then she nodded her head. We were sitting on the couch at opposite ends both of our arms reaching towards each other but not touching. I had the feeling that we were going to take each others hands, it was a really powerful feeling that was shattered when Jane's loud voice said, "What the hell is going on here?"

We looked towards the doorway and there she stood looking at us.

"I come out here, hoping to talk to you, after all of the hell you've put us through, and I find you sitting here, trying to get romantic with the whore of Babylon." Shrieked Jane. I turned my head to face her, and in the coldest voice I could muster told her. "Jane, either calm down or get the fuck out of my house. No one invited you over here. I'm sick and tired of you constantly blaming other people for your shortcomings. You're always playing the victim when it seems like most of the time, you have a lot more to do with what's going on than people give you credit for. And, for you, calling someone else a whore? Isn't that the pot calling the kettle black?"

Jane just sat there with her mouth open. Then in a calm voice, she started speaking. "Danny, I know that you're almost divorced from Cara, but that's the key word here, almost. You're right when you say that I had more than I've let on to do with your break up and with my own. If I'd been doing my job and warned Cara that night, instead of trying to get some strange dick for myself, you never would have found out about her. And the two of you would have continued on as happy as you've always been. My sister is wasting away. They can keep her body healthy but her mind is just fading. Her doctors think that it's some form of guilt influenced break down. Some of them who know the whole story think that if you could find it in your heart to at least pretend to forgive her, it would do a lot to bring her back. Once she's healthy again, you can slowly break things off with her. I know it's a lot to ask, but could you please consider it?" she said looking at me.

"Danny, she wakes up in the middle of the night sometimes and calls out for you. Other than that I haven't heard her say a single fucking word since the meeting with her lawyer when you told her you were divorcing her. Please Danny, she gave you 8 good years and even though she wasn't totally honest with you, the only times she ever cheated on you was at those stupid parties. I know she made you happy too, so isn't 8 years of happiness worth a few weeks of play acting. Besides shouldn't you at least spend some time around her to see if you're really done with her as well. You don't look like yourself or act like yourself anymore either. As angry as you are at her, you look like there's a piece of your soul missing too. Well, I've said everything I came to say and I'm sorry for interrupting whatever was going on here." Jane turned and left, as quickly and as quietly as she came. Needless to say the mood around the house was different after that.

It was the next morning that Sandy brought it up.

"Danny I think that you need to do this," she said without preamble. I was having breakfast before I went to work and the boys were watching yet another early morning cartoon show.

"Your room or mine?" I asked, "But shouldn't we wait until the boys are asleep?"

"Not that silly," she said seriously, "But if there's any chance for that, if it is something real, then it can wait a few weeks. Jane is a bitch. I can say that because I'm her mother, and because there was a time when I was just as big a slut and a bitch as she is now. I'll have to tell you about that some time. But bitch or not she was right about 2 things. Number one even if your marriage wasn't good, though I know it was. I think that we owe it to Cara to give her the chance to get better, if only so you aren't saddled with her medical costs for the rest of our lives. But also because if, and right now I'm just saying if, there is going to be an us, as in you and me, This thing with you and Cara should be settled. Jane the bitch was right again when she said that there's some part of you that's missing. In order for us to go forward, I need to have you whole and complete; not still looking back and wondering what could have been or comparing me to my daughter every time we have an issue."

"And I know out of all of us, you're the one that this will be the hardest on," she said. "Jane will get Cara out of her house for a while. I'll get to spend at least some kind of time with one of my daughters, and even the boys will have their mother or what's left of her back for a little bit. You're the one this will hurt the most. We'd be forcing you to spend some very close time with the person who hurt you more than anyone else ever has, but she'd also the person you loved more than anyone else, so maybe we can see what's really meant to be." As she said this she loaded up my plate with more bacon.

The next day was a Saturday, I got up early and before I could leave the house I ran into Sandy who was as usual making a huge breakfast for me and the boys. She caught me looking at her, as usual and came over. I don't know what I was expecting from her but what I got wasn't it. She hugged me tightly and her warm, soft body pressed against mine produced instant results.

"I just want to thank you for trying this," she told me.

"If this is the kind of thanks I can look forward to, I'll try something every day," I laughed. She shyly moved away from me.

"Danny sit down, for a moment," she said. "I don't know what's going to happen with you and Cara. I really hope for my daughter's sake that while she's here she comes out of her break down or whatever it is. And that you guys can get back together. I really believe that she loves you, and I hope for the best for you two. But if it doesn't work out that way, I'm ready to give us a try. But I have to warn you of a few things. First off I'm probably part of the reason my girls are the way they are. I was the same way when I was their ages and younger. So you won't be getting someone who's as pure as the driven snow. But I went through so many things that were direct results of my behavior and lifestyle and in the end had nothing to show for it. It got so bad that guys would just show up and expect to fuck me and just leave afterwards. I didn't have any friends and I had already lost my family. When I finally got sick, I had no one to call."

"I took a long hard look at my life, and noticed that I didn't have one. Everyone I knew was married or in a long relationship. The stupid thing was a lot of the women were jealous of me. I couldn't figure out why. Oh yeah every time there was a party, I'd have guys all around me, but they were only there for one reason. They didn't want to have a conversation with me, or talk to me about my day or spend any time with me. They actually didn't want me at all. They only wanted on tiny part of me. So I just decided to give up sex. And after that, even when I went to the parties once the word got around that I wasn't putting out any more, I was pretty lonely at the parties too."

"I know what I want out of life and out of a relationship now, I want what you had with my daughter. I want what you and I have now only with a little bit...Okay a lot more intimacy. I love it when you come home and ask me about my day and tell me about yours. In my entire life you're the first man who has ever wanted to get o know more than my pussy. I love it when you go out there and wash that fucking car that you washed the day before even though there isn't a spot on it, while I make dinner. I even like it when you think I'm not looking and you try to look through the openings in the legs of my shorts from under the car. I really love it when we sit there under a blanket and eat ice cream while my grandsons fall asleep in front of the TV. And I'm looking forward to the day when we go to bed in the same room after we put them to sleep in theirs." She took my hand as she said all of this.

"Danny, I might not be the best woman in the world, I might not even be the best woman in the world for you. We might have a whole hell of a lot of problems that we can't even foresee, but I promise you, that if things don't work out for you and Cara, that I'll be the most faithful woman you ever had. You won't ever have to worry about me cheating on you. I learned the hard way, that there's a big difference between love and sex, and I know which one I need for the rest of my life."

"Holy shit!" I said, "Sandy why would you tell me this now?" I had to stand up and move away from her. She laughed as I tried to push my erection back down.

"I just don't understand women. You know what I have to do today. You also know that the only reason I'm even trying this is because you want me to. I've told you just like I told everyone else, my marriage to Cara will be legally over in a few weeks. There was no hope for us from the first second I saw her in that room with all of those guys. So for the next few weeks I'll have to play act around her while all the while I'll have the hots for you. This is not going to be easy."

She reached out to give me another hug, and I backed away. "Oh no, I'm scared to see what might happen if I go over to get Cara with a hard-on. I blew her a kiss and she made a big dramatic act out of catching it and placing it on her lips.

I drove into Jane's driveway with a smile on my lips and a song in my heart. Oh shit I thought, as I remembered what happened last time I was here and was this fucking happy.

Jane opened the door and smiled at me. Then she just led me back to the room that Cara was staying in. Cara sat there on the edge of the bed. She saw me come into the room and watched my every movement. I saw her head turn to follow me as I looked around the room. This would be different. usually when I took the boys to visit, I just stayed in the car. I literally hadn't spoken to her since the meeting.

"Cara honey, we're going home, if that's okay with you," I said. Jane and I watched as she smiled a little and her eyes got just a bit brighter. I held out my hands and surprisingly she stood up and came over to me. I didn't know how long she'd stay or even if this would work so I only packed a few outfits for her.

Over the next few weeks Cara stayed in the house with me, Sandy and the boys. During the day she sat quietly and watched the boys, and watched Sandy. In the evening she took to following me around wherever I went. At night she slept in the bed with me usually by morning we'd be next to each other. Then one morning she grabbed my arm as I started to get out of bed, and said "No." It was the first word that she'd said in weeks. I called the doctors later that day and told them about it. They agreed that it was a big break through. I was beginning to count down the days until this charade would end and I could be with Sandy.

The next morning I woke up and Cara was wrapped around me, her arms around my waist and even one of her legs thrown over mine. Her nightgown had risen to accommodate the leg position and I could see everything she had to offer. I smiled at her as I got out of bed and she pouted a little bit, it was another small step forward. The following morning was an even bigger step. I always went to bed facing away from Cara. I faced the windows when I slept and usually there was about a foot left between me and the edge. when I woke up that morning Cara had obviously gotten out of bed and came around to the other side of me. I was spooned up against her with my arms around her. My right arm, the one on top was cupping one of her breasts and her hand was on top of mine. she was pressing her ass back into my morning wood gently. My other hand was clasped inside of hers. She smiled at me as I opened my eyes. "Hi," she said.

It was another big step, and I could see which way the steps were headed, the problem was that it wasn't anywhere that I wanted to go. 

Cara's therapist thought it was incredible. He said that she was slowly trying to re-establish some kind of intimacy, and through it normalcy in her life. Since sex had destroyed our relationship, perhaps it could mend it as well.

I told him that it wouldn't ever happen. He warned me against outright refusing her because it might lead to a set-back and none of us wanted that. Sandy agreed with him, but I could tell her heart wasn't in it.




This Was Going To Be The Last Time



The next morning was a repeat of the last with the exception that somehow while she was changing positions in bed all of her clothes mysteriously came off as well. My right hand was rubbing a hard nipple, while my barely clothed erection found itself nestled between two large soft globes, only inches away from what I knew from past experience to be an extremely soft, warm wet vagina. Cara was making little cooing sounds as she pressed her ass into me. As I started to get up, she grabbed my leg to stop me. "Please Danny, I need you," she said. Her first complete sentence in a very long time.

"You have me, Cara, I'm only going to work," I said gently.

"I need you in me," she said almost pleadingly.

"Soon," I told her, "I'm not sure you're ready for that yet."

"I've been ready for that since before you left me," she said.

I told Sandy about the incident, and the conversation, and noticed that she was a little bit sad. But she told me to do what I thought was the right thing.

While I was at work that day I had a visitor. Joe Stephens came into my office and he didn't look happy.

"Joe what brings you here?" I asked.

"Remember when I told you that I wanted to make things right with you?" he asked.

"Yes Joe, I didn't tell your wife anything or name you in my divorce. I got some money from the other guys and a couple of them are going through divorces too but I never mentioned you," I said.

"I know that, and as I told you, I came clean with Dorothy, and it took some time but she forgave me, and I still don't drink," he said. "But I overheard something that really pissed me off and I wanted for you to hear it too."

Joe played for me a recording he'd made on his cell phone's memo recorder. I guess he expected for me to be really angry, but I smiled as I listened to it. It was the funniest thing I'd heard in a long time. 

That night after Sandy put the boys to bed, we were sitting on the couch in the living room. Cara was on the love seat and she started yawning which was usually the signal for us to go to bed. She had on another sheer silk nightgown like the one that had disappeared the previous night. She sat there looking at me and yawned again. But didn't say anything. As she watched I put my arm around Sandy, and started to gently stroke her arm. Cara started yawning more, and out of the corner of my eye I could see that she did not like seeing me sitting this close to her mother and especially not touching Sandy.

I turned around and started nibbling Sandy's ear, and Sandy leaned into me. I pulled her into my lap, and started rubbing her long well shaped legs. 

"You really need to stop," said Sandy, "It's been a long time for me and you might not be able to handle what you unleash."

"It'll be midnight in a few moments and I'll be officially divorced, so maybe I'm ready for a bit of unleashing," I laughed. "Us single guys have to get it when we can."

Sandy pulled her skirt up just a bit and then straddled me leaning in for our first ever kiss. I loved the way she tasted and the way she kissed. Gentle at first but slowly gaining in intensity until Cara was forgotten. I noticed that Cara had gotten to her feet and was intently staring at us. I pulled Sandy's sweater out of her skirt and reached under it caressing her large breasts though her bra. If anything would get a rise out of Cara it would be that. She'd always resented the fact that her breasts were small. I'd never cared because her ass more than made up for it, but it really pissed her off. Tonight was no exception. and I could see that she was boiling mad.

"Oh God I can't wait to get my lips on those titties," I said lifting the cups of her bra up and releasing them. For the record they were and are still to this day the most perfect breasts I've ever seen. There is a slight bit of sag to them but they're still so full and round and soft that I forget what I'm doing whenever I see them.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" screamed Cara. "Are you planning on just fucking my mother right here in front of me? I'm your wife not her. I'm not going to put up with this shit. I want her ass out of my house right now. If you're so desperate for sex, I'm right here, and you're not getting it from anyone except me! This is bullshit Danny. I've been practically sticking my pussy in your face for a week now, and you start making the moves on my whore of a mother. I know you think I'm supposed to be in some kind of depression, but I am conscious, I can see what's going on around me and there's no way I'm putting up with this shit. I've been waiting for months to get you back in my fucking bed where you belong, and just when you're almost there, when we're almost back together you pull this shit. How low can you go? I want you out of here mother, there can only be one woman in this fucking house," 

"And you're not her," I said calmly interrupting her.

"What are you talking about Danny?" she asked her anger and shock still all over her face.

"Cara, the game is over and you fucking lost," I told her. "Someone came to see me at work today and he brought me something really interesting, that I'd like you to hear."

I held up Joe's cell phone and pushed the play button. Jane's shrill voice and condescending tone rang out loud and clear.

"Yeah, you can come over tonight. You could've come over the night Randy left if you'd wanted to. Yeah she's back in her own house. But she wouldn't have cared if you'd come over. She might've even joined in. She hasn't had any since her doofus dumped her. But she has a plan to get him back, though why she'd want to is a mystery to me. No she isn't sick, that's just part of her plan. she fooled all of the shrinks too. she knew they'd eventually try something like having him visit and take her out for little family outings and then she'd start with little hugs and kisses and gradually get him where she wanted him. Even she was surprised when the dumb assed doctors started talking about moving her back into the house with him, and doofus bought it. We all know that once that little bitch gets him back between her legs he ain't gonna let her get away. Shit for the past 8 fucking years she's had him so happy he didn't even know she was fucking half the town every New Years Eve. The even stupider thing is that she even thinks that she loves him. Yeah I went through that once when I was young too. I figure a couple of years of playing June cleaver and she'll be back pulling her holiday trains. She's an even bigger whore than I am. At least I can be happy with one extra guy, she'll never be," I turned off the tape and watched her face for a long time, before she said anything.

"Danny I really was depressed, I just had to get you back. I just didn't want to go on without you. What you heard on that tape was not the way I feel, that's just what Jane thinks. All I want is for us to try again. If you give me one more chance it won't ever happen again."

"Cara, as you know already, I've loved you with all of my heart for the past 10 years. And a part of me always will. But seeing your holiday performance just destroyed that love. It was never real anyway. When you love someone you commit your heart and soul to them only. And you do it without conditions, there is no I belong only to you Danny, 364 days of the year and then on New Year's Eve I go out and fuck everyone I can find. How did you think I would react when I found out, or did you just think I was so stupid that I never would. Eventually someone would have said something to someone and I'd have heard about it and you had to know that. I'm just surprised that it took me this long to find out about it."

"Let me ask you a question before you leave, Cara. How did you feel when you saw me kissing Sandy? You got really pissed didn't you? Why?" I asked her.

"Because she shouldn't have her fucking lips on my husband. You belong to me Danny, not to her or to anyone else. I guess I'm beginning to see the pain that you went through. Up until now I only felt the pain of me losing you. So maybe your play acting with my mother was good for something."

"It's a good start Cara," I said smiling at her. She smiled back until I told her. "You only missed two things. The first is that as of 2 minutes ago, I'm no longer your husband. The second is that Sandy and I weren't acting."

"As far as giving you another chance goes, Cara the way I look at it you've been given 10 chances and you chose wrong every time. For 2 years while we dated I was faithful to you. And for both of those years you had the choice of whether to be true to me or to cheat on me with multiple partners on New Year's Eve. Both times you made the wrong choice. then we got married and you had 8 more chances to do the right thing and 8 more times you picked what I'd consider to be the wrong one. I've even been told that you didn't enjoy it anymore and were going to give it up. If that was true then why'd you do it this year? Cara what I need is someone who would chose me, our life and our kids over the need to fuck around with other men whether it's once a year or once a century. I need someone who would make that correct choice not after she got bored with her parties, but the first time and every time after that. I loved you Cara, but you're my past now. I need to find my future. Oh and by the way, you should probably call Jane to come and get you quickly, because I forgot to tell you the restraining order is still active."

"Why the fuck would I call Jane?" she snapped, "She's the one who keeps fucking up my life."

"I just thought that Whores of a feather, would flock together," I told her as I began pulling Sandy up the stairs.

I know some of you are shocked shitless right now thinking, he picked her mother! Yep I did, and it's even worse than you think, I married Sandy the very next day. Technically it's not incest because Sandy and I were not related except by marriage and when I divorced Cara we became just two unrelated people in love. At any rate, we're still happy still together 5 years down the line. Cara drops by every once in a while to see the kids and curse at me and Sandy. She keeps asking me for another chance, and claims to be celibate herself. I'm not really sure I believe her. But I am really sure that I don't care. She lives in the house that Jane and Randy used to live in. 

Randy is married to one of the female officers that he works with and he's happy as well. Jane never gave up her new years eve parties and contracted a strange virulent form of venereal disease. Unfortunately, by the time it was diagnosed the only remedy available to her was a surgical one and she died of complications during the surgery.

I guess they did get one thing right though, because at least for Cara and I, that New Year's Eve was the last time.

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The End....Thanks to the Literotica Staff for a great year of entertainment. Special Thanks to DQS, Rhenquist, Ohio, Lubrican, DG hear, and JPB, for giving me not only inspiration as I try to equal your greatness, but frustration, when I find I can't. And Thanks most of all to everyone who took the time to read any of my stories whether you liked them or not, especially the ones who took even more time to comment or to write me. I love and read all comments. Positive comments make me feel good, but critical ones make me write better.

C'Ya next year (next week) StangStar06