Adultery My Struggles with Trupti by urbanslut

[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.