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.