Back in the day I used to get around quite a bit, so I had a hard time remembering faces.
Long story short, one fine day I decided to browse my old disused phone and came across a few old hook-ups still stored in contacts. I started messaging this one girl. I’ll call Anna. In less than a dozen convincing texts, Anna agreed to me coming over. I turned up to her apartment and a stranger greeted me at the door. It was Anna, but I did not remember her face at all. I acted like I knew her and we ended up fucking anyway.
After that first session, we were lounging in the living room when her flatmate arrived home. It all made sense as soon as I saw her. I’ll call the flatmate Mandy.
Two years earlier I met Anna and her friends at a club. I was hitting on Anna, but she had to leave early so she gave me her number instead. I stayed on at the club and ended up fucking her friend Mandy at my place.
Flash forward two years I’m now at their apartment fucking the girl I initially wanted, Anna, thinking that she was Mandy when we were messaging just hours before.
Mandy and I immediately recognised each other, but we we didn’t show it. I don’t think Anna knew we fucked and it was better kept that way.
Anna took me back to her room and I fucked the shit out of her through the night until the next morning.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/mvx1gf/m40_i_fucked_someone_thinking_it_was_someone_else
Best story I’ve read in a long time, bravo my friend!
What a great day for you. Fucking the roommates. Did you and Anna hook up again?
In a drunken stupor one night, I was sleeping in the living room at a friend’s house on a bean bag chair.
My wife at the time had gotten fed up and went home, I had no idea. I woke up, it was dark, a light on in the kitchen but it was behind whoever was using a damp washcloth on my face.
Thinking it was the wife, I reached out and she climbed on me and we had a nice quickie. Then she stood up and turned, it wasn’t MY wife, it was my buddie’s. They were similar size and shape, I didn’t know until it was over.
Good thing he was passed out in the other room, neither one of us ever mentioned it but a few times I caught her grinning to herself when I was around.
It seems her husband was a bit of a playboy and she was getting some revenge.