Lekin maine dekha ki jiju ki najar mujhpe kuch jayada hi thi. Main bhi maze le rahi thi so thoda sa naak chada ke unhe chidda diya nakhra dikha ke. Fi... maine khana khaya aur kitchen main bartan saaf karne jane lagi. To didi ne jiju se kaha ki aap ek kaam karoge.To jiju bole ki kaho. To didi ne kaha ki aaj Rajni subha ki bahut thaki hui hai. Woh bartan saaf kar legi aap dudh garam kar dijiye uski thodi help ho jayegi. Jiju to jaise chahte hi yehi the. Mere sath akele aane ke avsar mil raha tha. Somehow deep down I’d known, but to finally hear the truth was more than I could handle. My “best friend” and my husband…. How could they? And also, who was I to judge? No, I had every right to judge! I never touched her man, I never would have. That bitch! I wanted to kill her. I wanted to kill him. I wanted to crawl in a hole and die myself.“Why her? Why my “best friend”? If you’d been honest with my that night it would of ended there…. I can’t believe this is happening!” Now I was sobbing. My whole body started to shiver.. i feld the tension building op, more and more.. and there it was in the middle of hundreds of people i had a fantastic orgasm, my face was red, hart was pounding, and i couldnt feel my legs anymore.. it was fucking great. every day for those 3 weeks i got my orgasm from a beam in a swimmingpool among hundreds of people in italy..A few years later, when i was about 16 i got a boyfriend. I had the most nasty and slutty images in my head that would help me 2 come. To this day I still think back & don't quite get it. I guess his being so damn cocky made me feel I was getting back at my husband even more. Well enough of the psychoanalysis & let's get to the SEX!So about a week after that night I get a call while at my in-laws. I don't pick it up since it's an unknown number but they left a message. On my way to work the next morning I listen to it & it's him. His name is Pablo. It was a crude message saying something to the effect that "I told you I would.