Adultery My Struggles with Trupti by urbanslut

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"What's the address?" a guy with a thick Russian accent says. I tell him. "Sorry, we have no order from that address."

"What? But I called and ordered...ages ago!"

"Sorry ma'am, I have been here all night answering phones. You never ordered. But if you tell me the order now, I'll have it sent over fast."

"Hmm...what should I order?" I ask Trupti.

"A large supreme." she says.

"A large supreme." I say

"Garlic bread."

"Garlic bread."

"Two...no four chocolate chip cookies."

"Four chocolate chip cookies."

"Ma'am, you don't have to say it twice."

"I'm just asking my friend here!"

"Okay ma'am. Anything else?"

"Anything else?"

"Nothing else."

"Nothing else."

"That'll be 31.35. You should get it in fifteen minutes."

I put the phone on the ground. Trupti is now leaning against me. We sit silently for a few minutes. I am trying to remember what we were talking about.

"What were we talking about?" Trupti asks.

"I don't know...something to do with... strip poker?"

"I thought it was about waking someone up with a blowjob."

"What???" I giggle. "You're silly."

"No, I'm hungry."

"Me too."

"And thirsty."

"Me too."

"And horny."

"Me too."

"Ah ha!" Trupti laughs. "I knew it! You are horny! You should have had sex earlier with that guy."

"What guy?" I ask, not sure who she is talking about.

"The guy...that guy...I had sex with earlier" Trupti scratches her head. "Wait...didn't I have sex earlier?"

"You did. With Malay." I say trying to mask my bitterness.

"Who?"

"Malay. The guy I met in Jersey. You had sex with him."

"I did?????" Trupti sounds surprised. "Oh yeah...I did. But I meant tonight. Who did I have sex with?"

"Maybe the pizza guy. That's also a common theme in porn and erotica. Paying the pizza guy with sex. Is there a parallel to that in the Mahabharata?"

"Maybe when Bhima was the cook in Virata's palace? He must have banged someone."

"Yeah, maybe someone had sex with him for food. Like you had sex with the pizza guy instead of paying him."

"I had sex with the pizza guy?" Trupti looks around. "Where is the pizza then?

I look around. She has a point. There is no pizza. Why is there no pizza? I am so fucking hungry! I pick up my phone.

"Hello! I ordered pizza a while back. It still isn't here."

"Ma'am I JUST took your order a couple of minutes back. Please be patient."

"It's been almost an hour!" Trupti says.

"It's been almost an hour!" I repeat, frustrated.

I hear the guy on the other end inhale loudly and then sigh.

"I apologize for the delay, ma'am. The pizza is on its way."

I hang up the phone. Trupti now has her head on my shoulder. She has lit up the joint again and is taking a couple more hits. From this close, the fumes go all the way up my nose.

"You should relax." Trupti says, stubbing out the half-smoked joint. She puts her hand on my thigh and strokes it.

"I am quite relaxed actually."

"And horny?"

"No..." I shake my head. "Okay...maybe a little."

Trupti and I sit leaning against each other for a couple of minutes. Then I feel her hand go under my skirt.

"Trupti!"

"Shhhhhh!" she puts a finger on my lips.

Within seconds she has my panties off, and my skirt rolled up around my waist. And her fingers are deftly playing with my clit. Her other hand goes around my back, slips into my top and starts tweaking my nipple.

"Ummm..." I moan in pleasure. A part of me wants to fight her off but what she is doing feels really good. I close my eyes, and lay back, letting her have her way with me. And my mind seems to be drifting away.

BZZZZZZZZZZZZ!

I open my eyes. I have no idea how much time has passed. I just remember that Trupti got me off three times successively. I tried to fight her off after the first orgasm, but she overpowered me with ease. Then she used a dildo and brought me off twice. As the bell buzzes, she has a vibrator buried in my cunt and we both are completely naked. She takes it out and runs to the intercom, making her perfect butt jiggle. I feel jealous of how perfect her body is.