I fucked the wrong guy in the hotel [FM]

I went to this wedding for one of my bestfriends. Weddings seem to be my strange weakness. Just the dressed-up, fancy-schmancy occasion. In addition, there are attractive men my age and alcohol. For me, it’s just a reason to play and fuck. I didn’t bring a date, but I did bring some sexy lingerie to the wedding. I was aware that I would probably end up fucking a guy that night.
So the marriage itself was wonderful. Lots of drinking, partying, and wedding-related activities. I ultimately became friends with Chris. We were basically lusting after each other the entire night because we were so darn cute. Yes, I will fuck him that evening. I therefore suggested that we head upstairs to his hotel room as the wedding was coming to a close. Chris firmly supported it. I just needed to go to my room to get my underwear and make arrangements with my roommate. Chris gave me his room number, so I can just meet him there afterward. No problem.
I informed my roommate of my plans and then proceeded to Room 808. Chris was probably holding the door open for me as it was already open. I was DYING to fuck. So I simply entered, set down my bag, and began taking my dress off. expressing, “I’ve been dying to fuck you all night,” or something similar. equivalent to that At that point, I realized this man was not Chris. a different guest from the wedding. He somewhat reminded me of Chris, but he wasn’t. My dress was now partially off of me. I suppose that while I was inebriated, I mistook Chris’ room number? I’m not sure. It was clear that this man was shocked.
that this blonde just entered, partially undressed, and prepared to fuck. However, I suppose he made his shot and was ready to fuck?

I was still a little drunk and obviously embarrassed. I was still ready to fuck though. I should therefore admit my ignorance rather than confessing it. I simply took the risk. This guy wasn’t too bad. I then removed the remainder of my dress before getting into bed with him. Now, I didn’t even know who this man was. Because I recognized him, he was from the wedding. but had no idea of his name or anything else. But perhaps it didn’t matter all that much.

I was on my knees, naked, sucking some random guy’s dick not long after entering the wrong room. And shortly after that, I found myself pinned beneath him while being fucked and beaten. The actual sex was really, really good. This guy was cute in his own right and knew what he was doing. He instructed me to kneel before dropping the biggest cum load on my face at the conclusion. I suppose he just assumed that I am the kind of person who would enjoy that?

Now that we’ve finished fucking, I decided to confess for unknown reasons. However, I wasn’t really interested in staying the night with this random man.
So yeah, I just acknowledged that I entered the incorrect room. I was particularly looking for Chris, the other guy. The man was simply listening while having a small laugh. He lit up, though, when he heard Chris’s name and said: “Chris? We are friends, yes. I believe he is down the hallway “. It appears that the man I just fucked was seated at our table. He simply escaped my recognition. When I admitted that I had no idea what room Chris was in, the unidentified man asked if I wanted him to text Chris to find out.

Sure, huh? As they quickly texted, I still had cum literally on my face. Yes, I was in the incorrect room.
Evidently, Room 880, not Room 808. So I asked if I might clean myself up in his bathroom. As I was, I requested that he not inform Chris of what a complete moron I was. Sure. I finally decided to change into the underwear I brought after cleaning myself up. I gave him one of these polite hugs as we said our goodbyes, and it was definitely awkward.
Yes, this strange guy just fucked me, dropped a load of sperm on my face, and then watched as I changed into some nasty lingerie and prepared to fuck his friend. But all he received was a good-bye hug. I have no idea; I’m a slut.

So, yes, I discovered Chris in the appropriate room after moving down the hall. He simply invited me inside and we had sex since he had no better judgment. The sexual encounter with Chris was equally as thrilling as the one with the other person moments before.
I ended up staying the night in Chris’s room and doing nothing but fucking.

The following morning, I returned to my room. This breakfast was served downstairs during the wedding. I was incredibly late by the time I got dressed, cleaned up, and arrived down there. I have my food and other necessities now, and my buddies have a table set up. Chris was also present. AND the unidentified man too. Fuck. Stupidly awkward. Okay, maybe they’ll keep quiet, play it cool, or do something else.
As a result, I take a seat between Chris and the other person while maintaining my composure. When I was asked how my night was, one of my friends. She acknowledged with a smile. The whole breakfast table was aware of this. Apparently, the other guy told Chris and the friends about what happened before I arrived at breakfast. It’s wonderful that they were all laughing hysterically at my expense. In other words, crap happens, and we can all now laugh about it. Just knowing that everyone would be cool would have allowed me to have a threesome and fuck both of them simultaneously.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ysaj5p/i_fucked_the_wrong_guy_in_the_hotel_fm