I have this strange weakness for weddings. Just the dressing up, dolled up occasion. Plus the alcohol and attractive guys around my age. Just a recipe for playtime and fucking for me. I didn’t bring a date to the wedding, but I did bring some sexy lingerie. Knowing that I would likely find myself fucking a guy that night.
So the wedding itself was great. Lots of partying, drinking, you know wedding stuff. I wound up syncing up with this guy Chris. Really fucking cute, we were basically lusting after each other the entire night. Yup, I’m going to fuck him that night. So as the wedding was wrapping up, I suggested that we go upstairs to his hotel room. Chris was all for it. I just had to stop by my room to pick up my lingerie and coordinate with my roommate. No problem, Chris gave me his room number and I’ll just meet him at his room afterwards.
So I let my roommate know where I was going to be, and walked over to Room 808. The door was already propped open – Chris was likely waiting for me inside. I was SO ready to fuck. So I just walked in, dropped my bag, and started to undo my dress. Saying something like “I’ve been dying to fuck you all night” Something like that. That’s when I noticed this guy – not Chris. Someone else from the wedding. He kind of looked like Chris, but obviously wasn’t. By this point, my dress was halfway off of me. I guess in my drunken state, I mixed up the room number that Chris gave me? I don’t know. This guy was obviously surprised. That this blonde just walked in, half naked, ready to fuck. But I guess he shot his shot and was down to fuck?
I was obviously embarrassed, and still a bit drunk. But I was still down to fuck. So instead of confessing and admitting that I’m an idiot. I just went for it. This guy was cute enough. So I took off the rest of my dress, climbed into bed and we just went at it. Now, I had no idea who this guy was. He was from the wedding, because I saw him. But didn’t know his name, or anything. But I guess it didn’t really matter. So within only a few seconds of walking into the wrong room, I was on my knees, naked, sucking some random guy’s dick. And moments after that, I was pinned underneath him, getting fucked and pounded. The sex itself was pretty damn good. This guy knew what he was doing and was cute in his own right. At the end, he told me to get on my knees and he dropped the most massive cum load on my face. Because I guess he just assumed that I’m the type that would like that? (I am).
So we’re done fucking, and for whatever reason, I decided to confess. But I didn’t really want to spend the night with this random guy. So yeah, I just admitted that I walked into the wrong room. And I was really looking for this other guy, Chris. The guy was just listening and chuckling a little. But when he heard Chris’s name, he lit up and said: “Chris? Yeah, we’re friends. I think he’s down the hall”. Apparently the guy that I just fucked, was at our table. I just didn’t recognize him. And after I said that I didn’t know what room Chris was in, this random guy said: “Do you want me to text Chris, ask him?”
Ummmm, sure? There was literally still cum on my face, as they quickly texted. Yeah, I got the wrong room. Apparently it was Room 880, not 808. So I asked if I could use his bathroom and clean myself up. As I was, I asked that he didn’t tell Chris how big of an idiot I was. Sure. So I clean myself up, and winded up changing into the lingerie that I brought. It was definitely an awkward goodbye as I gave him one of this polite hugs. Yeah, this random guy just fucked me, dropped a load of cum on my face and I was about to fuck his friend in this slutty lingerie that he saw me change into. But all he got was a polite hug goodbye. I don’t know, I’m a stupid slut.
So yeah, I walked down the hall and found Chris in the correct room. He didn’t know any better, and just invited me in and we fucked. The sex with Chris was just as amazing as the sex with the guy just minutes before. I winded up spending the night at Chris’s room, fucking all night.
The next morning, I went back to my room. The wedding hosted this breakfast downstairs. By the time I cleaned myself up, and got down there, I was super late. So I got my food and stuff, and my friends already have a table. And Chris was there. AND the random guy also. Fuck. Fucking awkward. Ok, maybe they’ll play it cool, not mention anything or whatever. So I sit down in between Chris and the guy, and I was just playing it cool. What’s when one of my friends asked me how my night went. With her smile, she knew. And the entire breakfast table knew. Apparently, before I got to breakfast, the other guy told Chris and the friends about what happened. They were all having a good laugh at my expense, which is cool. I mean, shit happens, we can all laugh about it now. I just wish I knew everybody would be cool, I could have had a threesome and fucked them both at the same time.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/stxy0m/i_accidently_fucked_the_wrong_guy_in_the_hotel_fm
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