Adultery My Struggles with Trupti by urbanslut

[Ramesh_Rocky]

A couple of days after, late afternoon. I am busy crunching some numbers for a new contract when I hear a cellphone ring in my purse. That surprises me. My cellphone is sitting on the desk. I reach into my purse and see it's Trupti's phone. I have no idea how it ended up in my purse. I answer it.

"Hello, is this Trupti Darshan?" a woman's voice says.

"No. She left her phone with me."

"Can you get in touch with her soon?"

"No. I have no idea where she is." I didn't.

"Hmm... well, she was put down as emergency contact for one of our patients. A Mr. Singhal."

"What happened to Malay?" I ask, panic sweeping over me.

"It's alright, ma'am. Nothing to worry about. He came in for dental surgery. The anesthesia is taking a longer time wearing off than we thought."

"Is he fine?"

"Yes, just very drowsy and not in a position to go home by himself. He listed this number and Trupti Darshan for us to call in case he needed help getting home."

"As I said, I don't know where she is."

"It sounds like you know him. Could you take him home?"

"I am sorry, I am at work."

"Ma'am, we need to release him soon. We're about to close for the day. If we can't find someone to take him home, we will have to send him to the closest emergency room."

I look at the work piled up in front of me. It is important. But leaving Malay incoherent and half-unconscious in an ER sounds like a mean thing to do, no matter what he and Trupti did.

"Okay, I'll come right over. What's the address?"

Half an hour later, a male nurse is helping me get the semi-conscious Malay into a cab. I have his address from the release form. It's just a few blocks from where I live. I decide to take him to his place, put him in bed and head back to work. The nurse hands me the backpack Malay brought with him, and we get going.

"Keys, Malay, I need your keys." Ten minutes later, the cabbie, an elderly black guy, is helping me hold up Malay in front of his building, an elegant brownstone in Chelsea.

"Blfprksjj" Malay drools and weakly points at the backpack in my hand. I fish around inside its front pocket and find a key ring. A small brass key gets us into the building. Another key gets us into his 3rd floor apartment.

I give the cabbie a very generous tip after he puts Malay in the bed.

"Are you feeling okay, Malay?" I ask, standing over the drooling handsome guy.

"Mlksfhrrrr." he weakly says and holds up his hand.

I stretch out my hand and he grips it tightly, pulling me onto the bed with him.

"Thnkk ywww." he says, taking me in an embrace.

"You're welcome, Malay. Listen...I hope you are feeling okay because I need to get back to...Malay! What are you doing?"

He has grabbed me, wrapped his legs around me as well, and rolled me over on the bed. His body is on top of me.

"Orhhh Trpttteee...urlurvyrrr..." he drools.

"Malay, get a hold of yourself. I am not Trupti." I say, trying to fight him off.

It's a half-hearted struggle, to be honest. Somehow, this handsome charming guy's embrace feels so right, so exactly what I want. But I still can't ignore the fact that he seems to think I am Trupti.

"Umnmmmrr Trptteee...brdhe stlll urbhsu kdkuhu..."

He mumbles and jerks his crotch against mine. I have no idea what he said. But I feel his erection. It is substantial. And he smells and feels so good. I don't resist as he, in his drugged stupor, hitches my skirt up and pulls down my panties.

"What are you doing?" I breathlessly say, but do nothing to stop him.

"Urhmmm smmm hrnnny rtt nrwww...urhmmmm...urluvyrrr..."

He keeps mumbling in that way as he pulls me closer and enters me. I close my eyes and feel a surge of satisfaction run through my being. All those guys Trupti tried to get me to do some hanky panky with. This guy, the one I had seen all over the country, being as cynical as I was, is the one I finally give myself to.

The sex is really good. I am not sure if it is because Malay is drugged or whatever. But it is good. I hug him tightly and we kiss as he first fucks me sideways. His drool doesn't bother me. I then get on top and gently ride him. Trupti was right. He is thick and well endowed. But more than that, he has an instinctive ability to read my rhythms. Even drugged up, he can match my needs.

He cums inside me as we hug tightly. Then he kisses me while saying,

"Thssss wrs bsrst urf ull...brst...frrggt trpttee"

"Did you just say...forget Trupti?"

"Umhmm..." He nods, rolls over, and passes out.

I lay naked in his bed, struggling with what had just happened. I had just slept with Malay. Yes, I knew him first, but Trupti was the one who had been with him first. Yes, I was angry with her, but she was still my friend. Had I betrayed her? Was I a bad person?

And then right on cue, I heard footsteps approach the bedroom. I immediately pulled the sheets closer to my neck to cover my nakedness.

"Hehe, so you finally did it, huh?"

It was Trupti, standing with her arm against the wall, dressed in a tiny skirt and a lingerie top.

"Trupti!" I sat up. "I am so sorry! It just happened!"

"Is he unconscious?" she stepped into the room.

I checked on Malay.

"I think so. He was at the..."

"I know where he was." she said. "You picked him up and fucked him, right?"

"Please Trupti, that's not how it happened."

"Relax, honey." she shrugged. "I am happy for you two."

And then she turned around and started walking away. I got up and ran behind her.

"Wait Trupti, let me explain!"

But she was already out the door.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

My Struggles with Trupti Ch. 05

I am convinced I am losing my mind. My life is an absolute mess. And the worst part is, I still can't get much sleep or at least not good sleep. I always feel tired and sleep-deprived.

Malay calls the next morning just as I am about to leave for work. I let it go to voicemail. A text message pops up as I am in the subway.

- We really need to talk. I am worried about you.

I wonder if he even remembers that we slept together. Or if he still thinks it was Trupti. I reply

- I am very busy with work today, Malay. Can we talk later tonight?

He calls again as I am near the office. I don't answer. Another text.

- I love you. I really love you. Please talk to me.

Wait, what? Love? Is he crazy? Has he gotten his numbers mixed up? All I did was pick him up from the dentist's office. And yes, we had sex. But what is all this love talk? He has had much more raucous sex with Trupti as I have seen. Surely one random boink can't mean that much. Or can it? Do I love him too, I ask myself. And I laugh at myself. Please, it's Malay Fucking Singhal. The smarmy guy banging your friend. Maybe he just wants a threesome or something. I ignore the message. He calls again. I let it go to voicemail again. He sends no more texts that morning. A few days later, he would show me the texts Trupti sent him to make him stop messaging me.

Trupti weighs heavily on my mind anyway. She saw me in bed with Malay. I angrily kicked her out. I saw her hob-nobbing with people in my office. I am convinced she has some elaborate revenge planned to bring me down. I start regretting ever meeting her, and the call I made asking for her help.

And yet I want to meet her and talk to her. I send her texts. I call her. She doesn't respond. I ask her to come over to my place. She doesn't. I even stop by her hovel of an apartment in the rundown building, but it looks like she hasn't been there in days.

I only see Trupti in my dreams. Very strange dreams.

I am going through a rough phase physically. All day at work I feel tired. I have trouble concentrating. Every evening I go home and get in bed by 9 PM. I wake up at 6. But my body does not feel like it got 9 hours rest. I wake up remembering snippets of my dreams featuring Trupti. In one dream, she is in a west village bar hanging out with NYU jocks. In another, she is at a hockey game, hanging out with some white guys in Rangers jerseys. In another, she is in Harlem at a jazz club, hanging out with old black guys. She is often smoking weed or cigarettes. And in some snippets, having sex with the guys, sometimes in their apartments or hotel rooms, and sometimes in empty alleys. And a couple of times in cars.

Finally a week later, I get a message from her.

- Meet me at the Greek bakery near your apartment when you are done with work.

It is one of those rare days I can leave from work at a reasonable hour. I am waiting at a corner table at the bakery at 6 PM, my nose in a book, when Trupti walks in.

"We don't have much time." she says, taking her coat off.

"Trupti...about Malay..." I start speaking.

"Fuck Malay!" she loudly says. A few tables look at us. "Well, you already fucked Malay. I should say, forget Malay. Forget him for now. We have something more important to deal with."

"Listen Trupti, I appreciate your friendship." I still soldier on with my rehearsed bit. "You are weird and you are promiscuous and you bully me into weird situations, but I know that you really care about me. In a strange way, I have been missing you the last few days. I want you back in my life."

"Hold on to that thought!" she says and points to the door.

There is an older white man who looks vaguely familiar, walking through the door of the bakery. He sees Trupti, smiles and starts walking towards us. I remember him as the guy she had been talking to at the office party when I left.

"Trupti...who is that?" I whisper as he came closer.

"You mean you seriously don't know?" she chuckles.

Before I can answer, he is at our table. Trupti gets up, hugs him, and gives him a kiss.

"Hi Vernon, thanks for coming." she says.

And suddenly, alarm bells of recognition go off in my mind. Vernon! How do you forget a name like that? He is Jan's husband! I had met him briefly maybe once since I started working. But I did not remember him much at all. And clearly, the feeling was mutual, because he doesn't even acknowledge my presence. He has eyes only for Trupti.

"You are looking especially radiant tonight." he says, rubbing her hand as he sits down.

"Thank you, Vernon." Trupti blushes.

A waiter comes over. Vernon orders a decaf. Trupti orders a hot chocolate with whipped cream. I am still working on my coffee, so the waiter doesn't even look at me.

"I cannot wait to get to know you better." Vernon says, putting his arms around Trupti's shoulders. And it makes me cringe.

"I am really looking forward to it too, Vernon." Trupti says in a voice that was sickeningly falsetto, as if she were parodying Marilyn Monroe. She rubs his thigh.

"Trupti...I am going to the bathroom. Come with me please." I say in a stern voice. Vernon does not seem to hear me.

"Excuse me, Vernon. I will be right back after powdering my nose." she says and caresses his cheeks as she gets up.

The restrooms are downstairs, so I stew as the two of us walk down the stairs. Finally, in the seemingly empty ladies room, I explode at Trupti.

"What the fuck? What the fuck?????"

"Relax, braids!" she giggles and checks her hair in the mirror.

"Why are you here with my boss's husband?"

"Why do you think?" she calmly counters.

"I don't know what to think!"

I am way more agitated than she is. She is still calmly checking her hair and make-up.

"Trupti...what the fuck is going on?" I ask.

"Alright, you want answers? Here are some answers. At your stupid office party the other night, I hit it off with Vernon. Charming distinguished older gentleman. I then found out he was your boss's husband. Married and still so flirty. So I led him on. Thinking it would be hilarious if her highness Jan's own husband was stepping out on their marriage."

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"Wait, so you are doing this for my benefit?"

"Honey...everything I do is for your benefit." she says and hugs me.

"Fuck you, Trupti. You are just doing this because you are upset I slept with Malay." I say.

Trupti smiles and shakes her head. A voice from one of the stalls pipes up,

"Everything okay out there?"

"Yes yes, it's all fine." Trupti and I answer in a chorus.

There's the sound of a flush as the two of us stare at each other. A woman walks out of the stall, looks at me, and asks,

"You okay, honey?"

"Yes, I am fine, thank you." I give her my most affable smile. She washes her hands, nods, and walks out.

"Will you stop making everything about Malay?" Trupti hisses at me as soon as the lady leaves. "There are more things in heaven and earth, you know? You think I find Vernon some irresistible stud? Once the charming older guy thing wears off, he is a fucking bore."

"Then why is he here?"

"Why do you think? For a fling!" Trupti shrugs. "Let's say you and I hook up with Vernon. And we take pictures and videos of the hook-up. And send them to Jan anonymously. Imagine how it would fuck her up. She has been making your life hell. Don't you want her to suffer?"

I stare at Trupti in disbelief.

"You are crazy!"

"Oh I am the crazy one?" she says and laughs.

"If you are doing it for me, I don't want you to do it." I say defiantly.

"Well, maybe I am doing it for myself too." she shrugs and checks herself out in the mirror again. "After all, I have never been with a man that old."

"Please Trupti...Jan isn't that bad." I try to reason with her.

"Really? She isn't a fucking racist who is constantly riding you and stealing your credit and probably wants to quote make America great again unquote?"

"Yes, but still, this isn't the way."

We look at each other in the mirror. Trupti gives me a demonic smile.

"Time to go back out. Vernon will be getting worried."

"What is your plan exactly, Trupti?" I ask.

"Well, he told me he had to go watch some Broadway show with Jan and the kids. And then he was going to make up some excuse about needing to go to his office for some call with Japan. And then come and boink me."

"Disgusting!" I say.

"Can I use your apartment? You know mine is a bit uncouth. I will let you watch."

"No you CANNOT use my apartment!" I make it clear. "And I do NOT want to watch!"

"Oh come on...what are your plans anyway?"

"I am going to Queens."

"For what?"

"Nothing." I say a little too quickly.

"Oh please...one of your Indian singles mixers?"

"So what?"

"You really are pathetic!"

"Hey, you are the one trying to seduce a man in his 50s!" I say.

Trupti smiles again.

"Okay, tell me one thing. Let's say someone fucks Jan's husband and sends her pictures of videos of it, it would ruin Jan's life, right?"

"I suppose!"

"And Jan has been a total bitch to you, a racist one at that, right?"

"Yes."

"So why do you have a problem if I do this?"

"It feels wrong." I say after a few seconds of introspection. "It's not how I was raised."

"Fuck your middle class morals!"

Trupti turns around and walks out of the restroom. I walk behind her.

As we get back to the table, Vernon is ready to leave.

"Sorry sweetheart," he says. "Time for the show with Jan. But I will see you at 11 after I lie to my wife."

They kiss in a sloppy creepy way. I look away. They don't look at me.

Vernon leaves. Shortly after that, I leave.

---

I am in a community hall in Jackson Heights, Queens for an Indian singles mixer. A few weeks ago, it would have been the highlight of my weekend. But today, weighed down with all these Trupti related problems, it seems like a chore.

It's a speed-dating type thing again. I am sitting at a table, circling through an endless procession of dorks asking about my cooking skills and willingness to be a maid. I am enjoying scandalizing them one by one. I am telling a Tamilian engineer how having kids is pointless when a man comes and interrupts us.

"Hey, I hoped I would find you here." It's Malay of course. He sounds impatient. "Excuse me buddy, do you mind if I talk to her for a couple of minutes?"

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"Yeah sure." the dude gets up and leaves in a hurry.

"Hi, Malay. How is your tooth?" I politely ask.

"Fine, fine. Listen, why are you being so crazy? Why haven't you returned my texts or calls?"

"I am being crazy?" Somehow this guy brings out the worst in me. "I am being crazy???"

"Okay...okay...sorry, I don't mean crazy like in an insulting way." he says. "I mean...I don't know how to anymore, okay?"

"Okay, Malay, it's okay." I say.

"Listen." he reaches over and grabs my right hand in both of his hands. "I really really love you, okay?"

"Really?" I scoff. "You love me...you LOVE me?"

"Yes, you idiot, I love you...I LOVE you!" he says frustrated. "Why are you avoiding me like this? My sister is about to visit from California. I think you should meet her. And then maybe we can think about meeting my parents."

"Malay, we slept together once and you think you love me? You want me to meet your family?" I laugh. The guy is cute, but please!

"Once?" he throws his head back in surprise. "We have slept together so many times!"

"Are you high?" I laugh at him. "We slept together that day when you had the dental surgery and I took you home. That was the only time."

His shoulders slump a little. He still holds on to my hand and smiles indulgently.

"Ok, so that is the only time I slept with you...as in YOU you. And that was amazing. I know you think I was hopped up on painkillers and maybe I was a little. But I still remember it in detail. I loved it. That is what I am trying to tell you. That was so nice, so pure, so...normal. I love your kooky kinky side, but that time was my favorite. It felt wholesome and healthy and nice."

"So that is what I am to you? A wholesome healthy girl to take to your family?"

"Don't be difficult. You are so much more. I love you. All of you."

"I know how guys like you think. I am the wholesome normal woman to show mom and dad and bring up the kids and take to the soccer practice. While you will still go out and bang Trupti and women like her."

He smiled again. It seemed condescending. And that annoyed me.

"Hey, I love you. And I love Trupti too. I won't deny that all those nights with Trupti have been wild and super erotic. I am not saying we get rid of Trupti. Not at all. I am just saying I also want...you...the actual real dorky you. I fundamentally am in love with you. Trupti is nice to have on the side, but you are the one I love. Do you get that?"

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" I am angry. "You are sitting here and telling me, shamelessly to my face, that you want me as well as Trupti? And still you want me to meet your family? How stupid do you think I am?"

Malay let go of my hand and arched his eyebrows.

"Are you trying to mess with me? Is this some elaborate set-up for a joke like those other times?"

"What?"

"Listen honey...I love you. I love how weird and kinky you are. You are definitely the best sex I have ever had. And you are smart as anything. And have a better career than mine. And you're funny. But you need to dial down on this other stuff. It was fun for a while. But it's like you're getting lost in the character. It's exhausting."

"What character?"

"Trupti Darshan...the character you came up with that night when I called you first? Remember that?"

"What character? Are you insane, Malay?" I ask, aghast. "Trupti is just a character to you? She is a real person. She might be a bit crazy but she is still my friend."

His eyes go big and his mouth opens wide.

"What????"

I look into his eyes and see real worry, even panic. And suddenly, everything I see starts spinning. My heart starts racing.

"Wait...what do you mean Trupti is a real person? You actually know someone named Trupti Darshan?" he is saying.

I stand up with a jolt. The chair falls behind me. What is he saying? What is he implying? Is he trying to gaslight me? Is this a prank?

"Why are you staring at me like that? Where are you going?" he asks in a panicky voice.

I take a few steps back and bump into another couple. Everyone around us is staring. A couple of burly security guys from the event staff come forward.

"Is he bothering you, ma'am?" they ask as they grab Malay.

"I am not bothering her! She is my girlfriend!!" he says trying to shake them off.

"Sir, this is a singles mixer. You might like her but that does not mean she is your girlfriend." one of the guards says.

"I know what this is, goddammit! We are here as a joke!" Malay says and tries to fight them off. I am still stepping away from the whole scene and towards the door. He sees me walk away and shouts, "Honey! Sweetie! Darling! Please wait! You're scaring me!"

I run outside while there is panic behind me. I see Malay fighting the security guys. I keep running. I stand outside the hall feeling seriously confused and sleep-deprived. What the hell was Malay trying to say? I can't wrap my head around it. My head hurts. I need to get home and fast. I open up my Uber app and call a cab. I note the last three digits and the car model. And I wait. Two minutes away, it says.

I am waiting. And I see the black Camry. It pulls over. I open the door.

"Hi...Fariq?" I ask.

"Yes...Trupti?" he responds.

And suddenly Trupti appears next to me, cheek by jowl.

"Yes." she smiles. Pushed me into the car and gets in behind me.

"Trupti! How the fuck did you know I would be here?" I ask as the car starts moving.

"You told me about your Queens singles mixer, remember? So I came to make sure you're okay." she says calmly. "I thought the talented Mr. Singhal might make a scene."

The car starts speeding towards Manhattan. The driver keeps looking in the rearview mirror. I assume he is checking out Trupti.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"He did make a scene. He was being very weird."

"He is weird. But so are you."

"He told me he loves me and wants me to meet his sister and then his parents."

"Well, that is not weird. Even those nights with me, it was obvious that you were the one he was truly into."

"Really?" this is news to me. "And it doesn't bother you?"

"Why should it bother me? He is your type anyway. He was a nice novelty for me at first, but since then I have moved on to other exciting prospects. Like NYU students and hockey jocks and jazz singers."

"Wait...what?"

"Forget that. What did he say about me?"

"He said he loves me but also wants you around. That creep. Who does he think he is?"

"Hehehe." Trupti laughed. "What's wrong with that, sweetie? So you're the homely proper wife and I am the wild minx on the side some nights."

"You are as crazy as he is." I said. "That is just messed up."

"Sigh! Anyway, can we table this Malay discussion for later? We have more important things to handle right now. Like Vernon. He will be coming over to your place in a little bit."

"What the fuck? I told you, you CANNOT use my apartment!"

"But it's ideal. We can set up a couple of cameras." she brushed off my objections. "Anyway, what I wanted to ask you was...how far do I go with him? Kissing, maybe sucking his dick...would that be enough? Or actual sex? I think seeing me riding her husband cowgirl style would really set off Jan."

"Trupti, I need to be firm with you on this." I said. "I do not want you hooking up with my boss's husband in my house. In fact I suggest you drop the plan altogether."

"Oh fuck not this again." she threw her head back.

"Ummm...ma'am." the driver chimed up.

"Yes?" we answered in chorus.

"No offense, but I am getting a little freaked out here. I first thought you were talking on bluetooth. But I see nothing in your ear."

"Relax will you, Fariq?" Trupti said. "Just mind your own business."

"This is my business, ma'am. I am this close to calling 911."

"You want to call 911 because a couple of friends are arguing?" I spoke up.

"I don't see no bluetooth, ma'am."

"Why do you need to see a bluetooth?" I ask.

"What if I show you my tits? Will that make you shut up?" Trupti said reaching for her top.

"See, now that is weird. That is fucking weird. I am pulling over as soon as we are out of the tunnel." the driver says.

Suddenly my head starts throbbing and my vision starts swimming, just like back at that event with Malay. I close my eyes tightly and open them. Trupti is gone. I am the only one in the back seat. I close my eyes again, open them again. She is back. Sitting right next to me. With a rock in her hand! Where did she get the rock?

"I am sorry, but I need to knock you out. For both our sakes." she says. And I feel her hit me with the rock on the back of my head. Hard. I start passing out.

Just before I pass out, I hear her say,

"Okay Fariq, calm down. I was just messing with you. It's a social experiment. We are trying to..."

And I pass out.

I don't know how long I was out. When I wake up, I can barely move. I am bound tightly to a chair in my apartment.

And I am naked!

[Ramesh_Rocky]

My Struggles with Trupti Ch. 06

"Ah you're back!" Trupti says. She is naked too. But wearing high heels.

"Trupti, what the hell? Let me go!" I struggle against the restraints. "How did I get here?"

"You know how you got here." she shrugs.

"No I don't. The last thing I remember, we were in the Uber...and..."

Suddenly my mind is flooded with a memory. I was freaked out by what Malay was saying. I ran out and called and Uber. I got in the Uber. And then...the memory was bizarre. I was sitting there talking to myself. Arguing with myself. The driver kept looking back, worried. He said my behavior worried him. Finally he said he would call 911. I tried to bribe him by flashing my tits. He didn't bite. And then I heard myself saying,

"Okay Fariq, calm down. I was just messing with you. It's a social experiment. We are trying to see at what point cab drivers start noticing when their passengers are behaving strangely and call the authorities. It is a vital public policy issue. This was just an experiment."

"Really?" he asked, still skeptical.

"Yes, Fariq, really. I do not have a bluetooth. I am not going to flash you my breasts. I was just acting out a script back here, trying to gauge when you would speak up and act. And I am glad to tell you, it was very prompt. You are a great driver, Fariq, and a great citizen."

The driver kept staring at me for a few seconds.

"Are you serious, miss?"

"Very serious!"

"Phew!" he said and laughed. "I tell you, I was really freaked out when you started talking about all that weird shit. So I immediately started thinking about dialing 911."

"You did a great job, Fariq."

"So you are really okay?"

"Do I not look okay?" I asked, sitting calmly in my place. "I am telling you, it was a social experiment. A test. You passed."

And the memory faded away. And I was back in the chair, tied up and naked. I looked up at Trupti. She smiled. And disappeared. Suddenly the ropes disappeared too. And then I saw myself standing, looking at an empty chair. Before I could move, the restraints were back.

"Do you get it now?" Trupti asked.

"Yes, I think I do. You are...me."

"Hehe, not just you, the best part of you!" she said, swaggering around. Well, I guess I was swaggering around. "The part of you unencumbered by outdated values and beliefs. The part looking for what you have been conditioned to deny yourself. Happiness...satisfaction...contentment...Trupti!"

I digested what she said. And then suddenly, a bunch of huge realizations dawned upon me.

"Wait...so I am the one who stripped in front of those homeless guys and sucked their dicks? I made those guys in Central Park fight? And that taxi driver..."

"Depends on what the meaning of "I" is I guess. In a true sense, it was me. But in a physical sense, the way others will remember, yes, it was you." she came close to me and rubbed my nipples. Or I guess I rubbed my own nipples.

And then she whispered. "All those years, your parents suppressed your sexuality and your agency...it kept building up. I was always part of you, the part you tried to hide. Trying to break through, but unable to. And then that evening in Baltimore, maybe because you were also freaked out about the bus ride, the volcano erupted."

"And you became real."

"I became real. To you. I guess the real question is...are you real and I am just a manifestation of your inner instincts? Or...and this will blow your mind...am I the real one...the one who has always been real...and you are just the manifestation of the instincts I need to kill?"

My head hurt.

"Is that why I feel so tired and sleepy all the time? Because I don't actually sleep? I turn into you?"

"I guess so." she said and then smiled. "How would I know? You think I have a separate existence? I am trying to figure all this out just as much as you are."

"Am I even actually tied up? How can I tie myself up this tight? I don't remember even having ropes. Am I just in my apartment arguing with myself?"

"Wow!" Trupti said. "I never thought of it that way. I guess you're right. Try getting up then."

I tried to get up. But I couldn't. The ropes felt very real. I knew they weren't real. But still, I couldn't get up. She laughed.

"Why am I tied up?"

"Listen genius, didn't you just figure out that you can't be tied up?"

"Okay...I am not really tied up. I can't get up because...the part of me that is you doesn't want the part of me that is me to move. Why not?"

"Because you are fucking up the Vernon plan."

"What?"

"Vernon will be coming over any second. I have the cameras all set up. We are...or rather you are going to have sex with him, film it, and send it to Jan. Don't worry. Our face won't be in the videos. We aren't stupid. All Jan will see is her husband banging some random chick."

"I don't want that, Trupti. I know Jan is a bitch. But I don't want to do this. This seems too much." I sincerely explain.

"And that is why you are tied up." she says and smiles.

I sigh and try to fight off the restraints. But they get tighter. I know they are imaginary. But I still can't release myself from them.

"Why do you care so much about punishing Jan?" I ask.

"Because sweetie, you care about punishing Jan. Stop being so dense."

She was right. This was an internal struggle between my need to punish Jan and also not punish Jan.

BINGBINGBING!

The doorbell rang. Trupti looked at me and smiled. And then she walked towards the door. Suddenly, she was clothed. In a robe. She...or rather opened the door. I was still tied up in the chair. But I could also see whatever was happening out there. It was like I was in two places at the same time.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"Hi there!" Vernon's smiling face met us. "I am here as promised."

"Oh Vernon!" we said and kissed him. He tried to put his hands inside the robe. Trupti wanted it to happen. I slapped him away.

"Not so fast, darling!" Trupti said. "Have a seat."

Vernon walked to the couch and sat down. He looked at us and smiled.

"Jan and the kids are at home. I still can't believe she treats you so nastily."

"What will she think if she finds out we are here?" Trupti said.

"She will throw a fit for sure!" he giggled. "I mean, come on! You know Jan better than almost anyone else. She is a total bitch. Imagine being married to her."

"That must be hard." Trupti said, pouring a tall drink for him. "Here, have this. I will be right back."

Vernon sat on the couch. And we walked back together to the bedroom. As soon as we entered, the scene changed.

There I sat, naked and bound to a chair. The rope was tightly bound over my boobs, digging into my nipples, hurting them, making my massive boobs look like four globes instead of two. A rope ran over my crotch too, digging into my labia, rubbing against my clit, creating a painful yet pleasant sensation.

Trupti stood a few feet away from me. Also completely naked. Not completely naked. She was wearing high heels. And she had a knife in her hands. Smiling that manic smile. Her tits, as big as mine, standing confidently taut.

"Why won't you just give in?" she asked, striding close to me, and placing the tip of the knife between my boobs.

"I can't." I say. "I wasn't raised like that."

"That's what's stopping you? How you were raised?" Trupti threw her head back and laughed. She then brought her face close to mine and said, "For fuck's sake. Can't you see we're on the edge of something important here?"

"It's still wrong." I said.

I closed my eyes and struggled to free myself from the restraints. I knew that if I tried hard enough, I could go free. I just wasn't trying hard enough. Maybe if I tried to distract her.

"Wrong, huh?" Trupti said, and threw the knife on the floor. She then held up her right index finger and smiled at me. She decided to distract me.

"No, please don't." I implored.

"You know you like it." she said and bent in the waist in front of me.

"Please..." I said, now feebly, as Trupti's fingers slid under the rope, and found my clit. Accurately. Instantly. The way only she could. The way no one else could.

"You know you want more." she whispered in my ear.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh..." I moaned in response to what her fingers were doing.

"You know we have to do this." she said, rubbing faster.

"Mmmmmmmhhhhhhhhhhhh..." I groaned.

"Can't do this without you. I would've done it myself but you know it isn't possible anymore." Trupti said and her fingers went into overdrive.

And I could sense that despite not wanting to, I was about to orgasm. And I would, in all probability, join her in the plan. And help her finish it. Because I did start it with her.

I came.

I knew, intellectually, that this was just me masturbating. But to me, it seemed really real that I had been fingered by my hot friend Trupti. Like that very first night in the dirty apartment in the rundown by the river. Oh right, that building, bought by our company after a foreclosure. Which I was supposed to accompany an appraiser to, before starting the renovations. She made me cum that night. And now again.

"Ohhhhh Trupti!" I said. Oh satisfaction.

Maybe she was right. Jan was a bitch. Her husband was out there. I had obviously slept around a lot in recent weeks. A lot! Maybe Trupti had a point when she said she is the real one and I am imaginary. And what she had in mind with Vernon was brilliant. Fuck him without showing my face, then send Jan the videos. Maybe even post them online. What was the harm in the plan?

"Exactly. What's the harm?" Trupti said, reading my mind. I looked at her and nodded.

The ropes fell away. I was free. And now standing in my bedroom wearing the robe. I looked at myself in the mirror. For the first time, I saw myself as Trupti and Trupti as myself.

"Do you want me to do it?" Trupti asked. "Or would you rather?"

"I guess it's time I stop using a mental mask."

I slipped the robe off and got naked. Walked to the door and opened it. Vernon was sitting there, having his drink and checking his phone. He turned around at the sound of the door opening.

"Holy fuck!" he exclaimed as he saw my naked form walk out.

"You like what you see?" I seductively said.

"Oh yes!" he nodded. The erection in his pants was obvious.

"Let's fuck, Vernon." I said, surreptitiously checking the cameras to make sure they were positioned accurately.

He quickly lowered his pants and out sprang a medium sized white cock. Just as I was about to climb on top of him,

"Open up!! OPEN UP!!"

It was Malay's voice. Followed by banging on the door.

"Oh shit!" Vernon started losing his wood. "Who's that?"

"No one. Just a friend." I said, wrapping my fingers around his dick to keep it alive.

"A boyfriend?" his eyes went wide. "Maybe I should go to the bedroom while you sort it out."

He started getting up. But I kept my grip on his dick and held him in place. If he went to the bedroom, where there were no cameras, the whole point of this plan was moot.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"Just stay where you are." I said. "I'll get rid of him."

I quickly threw on the robe and opened the door slightly, with the chain still on.

"Malay, calm down." I said.

"Let me in." he started pushing at the door.

"Malay, go away. We'll talk later." I said, trying to sound authoritative.

"How can I calm down? You're freaking me out. Why did you run away back there? And what did you mean Trupti Darshan was a real person?"

"It was a prank, okay? I took it too far." I said. "Now please, go home. I will call you later."

"Why can't we talk now?"

"I have...company." I blushed.

"Oh." his shoulders slumped. "A man?"

I nodded.

"Sorry...oh I am so sorry." he backed away and his voice quivered. "I think...I thought...I don't know. I guess I didn't realize we were in very different places. I was being stupid."

"Malay, it's okay. I will call you later."

He just turned around and started walking away. And I saw him wipe one eye as he did so.

I was about to open the chain and run out behind him. But instead the door slammed shut.

"What a wimp!" Trupti said in my head.

"Shut up! He is nice."

"Oh for fuck's sake, stop with this nonsense. Vernon is waiting. If you can't do it, I will."

I turned around. Vernon was a little nervous, but his dick was still out.

"Maybe we should reschedule." he said.

"Well..." I started saying and then Trupti continued. "No you stud...I am hot for you now."

I watched quietly as she slipped the robe off again, and got on our knees in front of Vernon. She opened her mouth and I took his semi-flaccid dick inside my mouth.

"Oh you're good!" the old man said, sitting back.

He started getting hard again. I played with his balls and Trupti rolled our tongue around his shaft.

"See...we can do this quickly." she said in my head. "A little suck suck, a little fuck fuck, and done."

I mentally nodded and focused on the job at hand.

"I was wondering you would even agree to suck my dick, forget being good at it." Vernon said. "Indian women always seem so straight-laced and naive. So I am impressed by how good you are. Good job."

"Oh great, the husband is just as presumptuous about race and identity as the wife." I said mentally.

"Who cares? We aren't marrying him."

That's when I heard a slight whooshing sound coming from the door. I looked over and saw a folded paper had been slipped under it.

"Wait, where are you going?" Vernon said as I took the dick out of my mouth and got up.

"Just give me a moment." I said.

I picked up the piece of paper and opened it. It was a hastily written letter from Malay.

- Let me start by saying I love you. I love you. I love you. Honestly, I think I have loved you from the moment I set eyes on you at that event in Portland. I don't know if you even remember me. Something told me you were meant for me. And when you finally agreed to date, I was so happy. I thought things have been going great. I thought maybe we are ready to take it to the next level. You are more to me than just a fuck buddy, although the sex is the best I have ever had. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.

But I should apologize, because I assumed you felt the same way. I know we had never agreed to be exclusive. But somehow I thought it was implied. Ever since I started dating you, it has only been about you for me. When I found out you have been seeing someone else, it hurt like a punch in the gut.

I am sorry. I love you. If you see this in time, and feel even the slightest bit the same way, I will be having a drink at the bar downstairs. If I hear from you after you've sent this guy away, I wil know you feel the same way. If not, I will leave you alone and move on. Forever. Won't even answer your calls. Because it will be to painful. Please decide soon.

Yours forever,

Malay

"Oh for fuck's sake." Trupti said and started crumpling the paper.

"Wait!" I stopped her.

"Please don't tell me you're swayed by that horseshit?"

"Why is it horseshit? You don't think he loves me...us?"

"Sure he does. But so what? Through me, you are finally living your life. Why would you want to throw it all away from the first Indian guy who comes along and settle down?"

"So what are you saying...send Malay away and spend the rest of my life having a series of one night stands?"

"Why not?"

"Like this guy Vernon...oh shit Vernon."

I looked up and saw he had taken his pants off and was walking towards me. He took me in his arms and kissed me, his moist cock tip rubbing against my thigh.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"Let's go back to the couch." Trupti said to him, wrapping our hand around a now throbbingly hard old white man dick.

She put one foot on the couch next to his thigh. And put the other hand on his shoulder. That hand had the letter.

"Wait...I just realized something." I said.

"What?" Vernon said, annoyed.

"Just one moment."

I stayed like that, one hand around his dick, another on his shoulder, one foot on the couch, another on the floor, my pussy positioned just inches above, waiting to ride him. And started having another internal argument.

"Trupti...you became real soon after Malay talked to me, and I gave him my number."

"So?"

"He called me. I couldn't go out with him as me. I went out as you. Slept with him who knows how many times as you."

"So?"

"How do I know you are just the wild experimental side of me wanting to sleep around? Maybe you are the side of me that finally agreed to date Malay. To overcome my hesitation and disdain for him."

"If that were true, sweetie, you wouldn't have fucked your way through half of Manhattan on the side."

"Yes, but none of those stuck...right? None of those showed up at my door and said they love me. Malay did."

"Okay...fair point. But still, the world is full of Malay's."

"I don't think it is." I said. "I think he might be the one for me. And I might be pushing him away for the sake of some petty revenge over my boss. I should call him back up and ride him instead of this wrinkly sack of shit."

"That's it. I am sick of arguing. I don't need your permission. Never have before." she said and my pussy started getting lowered towards the dick.

"Well, I don't need your permission to NOT fuck this guy." I said and raised my crotch up again.

"What are you doing?" Vernon said breathlessly.

"Trying to settle something. Give me a moment." I said, still suspended over his dick.

And I resumed my struggle with Trupti.

THE END

*****

Epilogue: As most of you will have figured out by now, this is my erotic tribute to Fight Club, the masterpiece book by Chuck Palahniuk made into a masterpiece movie by David Fincher. I had a lot of fun writing it. Hope you liked reading it.

Have ended it like this on purpose, so you can choose in your own mind how you would like the story to end. In the arms of Malay or riding the bitchy boss's husband.

[kamdev99008]

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Epilogue: As most of you will have figured out by now, this is my erotic tribute to Fight Club, the masterpiece book by Chuck Palahniuk made into a masterpiece movie by David Fincher. I had a lot of fun writing it. Hope you liked reading it.

Have ended it like this on purpose, so you can choose in your own mind how you would like the story to end. In the arms of Malay or riding the bitchy boss's husband.
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superb..... a real pschycotale....narrated so fine... that .... not only me.. but no one can find a loophole or split personality hint.... except some clues i've noticed in repeat...

my opinion at this point..... both the personality have their own importance... so keep them balaced... not to harm other's interests

thanks for sharing this ultimate tale

[raj500265]

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