Adultery My Struggles with Trupti by urbanslut

[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?"