My betrayal was a lie of omission. After I confessed to Gabriel, I took a step to be true and told her I’d been unfaithful in marriage. It was a tin... step into honesty with no details.My revelation re-cast me in fractured light. She was hurt, no devastated, a second divorce for her. Her lifelong friend was not the friend she knew. She’d experienced the pain of infidelity, saw me for the first time as a betrayer, like her philandering first husband. My hypocrisy exposed, she sympathized with. Vaha par ek sharma ji kaam karte the wo mp ke murena ke rahne wale the wo love marrige ki thi unki wife gujrat ki thi unse meri bahut achchhi pahachan ban gai unki marrige ko lagbahag 1 saal hui thi to unhone apni marrige annursary me mujhe bulaya jaydatar wo office ke kaam par bahar rahte the to apni marrige annursary me apne ghar me hi the to unhone mujhe apni marrige annursary me invite kiya main jab unki wife ko dekha to pagal ho kya yaar kya maal thi wo us din saree me thi aur unka figer. I don’t think it was my imagination, but that’s another possibility.He looked out at the water, where Richie was swimming slowly, parallel to the beach – the sidestroke so that he could watch us. “Is that your husband out there?”“It is; that’s Richard. He, uh, loves to swim.”“I saw you guys on the beach yesterday. You look good together.”“Thanks. We saw you too.”“Do you think he’d get jealous if I asked you to rub some lotion on my back for me?”Unbelievable! He’d stolen my move! I thought it. ..please don’t hurt me” she begs. I drag her in-between her car and another, placing her on the floor, face down. I retrieve a cable tie from my pocket and tie her hands behind her back. “You’re doing well. Don’t make a sound and this will be over soon.” I say. I place a gag in her mouth and cover her eyes with blindfold. I can feel my cock turning to rock inside my tight jeans as I listen to her sobs. Lifting her up onto my shoulder, I walk through the car park, observant for.