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Mistaken Identity
by Hardy (femurt52@comcast.net)
***
A couple attends a convention. There is major partying
in their suite the last night. The wife finally has had
enough, and after failing to persuade her inebriated
husband to accompany her, she goes to bed. Interesting
events transpire; later there are unforeseen
consequences. (MMF, wife, reluc, alcohol)
***
The party was still going full blast in the living room
of our hotel suite. The convention was in the final
night, and the current group surrounding the bar
featured my husband, Ed, at the epicenter.
The hilarity was reaching a new high, being fueled by
the drinks poured by the excellent bartender, all a
courtesy of my husband, who was rapidly becoming
inebriated. Finally, he collapsed into an easy chair,
and almost instantly fell asleep.
I pulled and tugged on his arm in an attempt to bring
him to bed, but I was unsuccessful. In a slurred voice
he said "I’ll be in soon." I stayed longer than I
should have, waiting for him to come into our adjoining
bedroom. I had two more drinks, still trying to move
him, but finally gave up. I was beginning to feel the
effects of the drinks I had consumed, so I headed for
bed.
I was stopped by Joan, the wife of one of the
executives, and she persuaded me to stay longer,
pressing another drink into my hands. She said "you
can’t leave yet, the party is just getting rolling."
Her husband was seeking the same promotion that my
husband wanted, so they were rivals. I didn’t care much
for her; she was ambitious, and I think she would do
anything to advance her husband’s career.
She kept urging me to drink, but I had more than enough
by this time. She said "I just want us to be friends,
even though our husbands are after the same job, we
don’t have to compete." She urged me to join her in
another drink, so I had a little more to be sociable,
but finally saying "I have to go to bed," and I left,
now feeling light-headed from the drinks I had
consumed.
I got undressed, leaving on my panties, pulling on my
nightgown, and climbed into bed. I tried reading by the
bedside light, waiting for Ed, but got too drowsy,
putting away the book. There was a knock on the door,
and Joan entered saying, "I just want to say good-
night." She noticed that I was so tired I could hardly
respond, so she said "sleep tight." I turned off the
light, hoping that Ed wouldn’t wake me up.
I was just drifting off to sleep when I heard my
husband come in. For once he was thoughtful and didn’t
turn on the light as he undressed, sliding into bed
next to me.
My back was towards him, and I was ready to fall asleep
when he began stroking me, reaching over and caressing
my breasts through my sheer nightgown. This was a
little unusual for him, as he normally went to sleep
very quickly when he had been drinking, but I wasn’t
protesting, enjoying his hands stroking me, feeling a
little tinge of arousal.
Lately it wasn’t that often that he was interested in
sex, so this was a welcome change.
His hands moved down; and now his fingers were gliding
over my abdomen and thighs. When he began sliding my
nightgown up and under me, I lifted my hips to
accommodate him, beginning to be aroused. He pulled my
gown up further, exposing my breasts, and began
stroking my sensitive nipples, which soon became erect.
He slid his hand under the elastic band of my panties,
moving downwards till he was touching the lips of my
vagina, caressing me there, finding my clitoris with
his fingers. I sighed as I felt myself moistening, and
turned on my back.
He continued stroking me till I was moaning, lifting my
hips for him once again as he began pulling down my
panties, taking them off. He was caressing my thighs,
which he gradually pushed open, his fingers again
finding my moistened vagina, working on me, sliding a
finger inside, then lifting and stroking my clitoris
again.
He still hadn’t said spoken, and he pushed my legs and
thighs fully open. I was moaning as he moved down
between my spread legs, bringing his mouth to my wet
vagina. This wasn’t like Ed; he rarely went down on me-
I thought it must be the drinks, but I was definitely
enjoying it, as I felt his tongue moving into me,
moving around inside me. I was getting more and more
aroused, and the drinks I consumed were making me less
and less inhibited. I just hoped he was up to the task.
Now I was really moaning as the tip of his tongue
circled and lifted my erect clitoris. I could feel the
swelling of my lips as he continued. I was trembling
with my arousal, and I spread my legs fully; his hands
under my hips as his tongue continued working his
magic on me. I couldn’t believe how well he was
performing with all the drinks he had consumed.
He moved between my legs, mounting me; I lifted my
knees as he pressed his hard cock against the wet lips
of my cunt, pressing strongly, stretching me. I gasped
as he entered me, groaning as he began working his very
hard cock into my vagina. I don’t know what got into
him-I never felt him this thick and hard before.
Gradually, moving back and forth, he penetrated deeper,
till finally he completely filled me with his cock.
I was moaning as he began stroking into me, long slow
strokes, gradually increasing his thrusting. I was
really getting into it, and I was moving my hips in
time with his thrusts. He was thicker and harder than
he had ever been, and when he was pushing against my
cervix, I knew I was getting close.
He began to stroke into me faster and more powerfully.
God, this wasn’t like him, and then I wondered if it
was my husband who was fucking me so expertly. That
question was answered as a strange voice said "oh
Christ, this is great!"
I thought, my God-it was a stranger fucking me, and I
could no more stop him than I could stop a train.
Instead, I just gripped him tighter with my arms, and
my legs folded over his, as my body struggled for
release. I was groaning loudly, my body responding to
him, bouncing to his thrusts.
He seemed to swell even more, his cock was throbbing in
me. I cried out as I was overcome by a wave of erotic
feeling, beginning in my pelvis, and spreading out over
my whole body till I was shaking with the most powerful
orgasm that I had ever experienced.
This man gripped my ass tightly as he pressed fully
into me, and I could feel the spasms of his swollen
cock as he groaned and ejaculated, filling me with his
sperm, causing my climax to go on and on, clutching him
between my wide spread legs.
I said nothing as we lay together, finally disengaging,
as this stranger pulled his softening cock from me,
moving over next to me. He said "you were great! That
was the best fuck I’ve had in a long time!" It was the
best that I had in a long time.
***
Then I thought, I let a stranger fuck me, and I didn’t
know it until it was too late to stop him. If I hadn’t
had so much to drink I would have known it wasn’t my
husband. I can’t believe I had responded that way to a
stranger, my legs spread wide as he fucked me so
thoroughly. As he dressed, I lay there in post coital
bliss, my legs open, feeling his semen draining from
me. He quietly left, and I still hadn’t said anything.
Just as I pulled my night gown down I heard the door
open, and someone else entered. I thought this must be
my husband, but I didn’t turn on a light as he
undressed. He got into bed, turning towards me, kissing
me and stroking me, and I realized that it wasn’t my
husband; it was another stranger, and he began pulling
up my gown and moved between my legs.
I thought what’s going on? It was another stranger now
between my legs, and pushing another very hard cock
into my wet and open cunt. He entered me easily, and he
was soon filling me, thrusting into me faster and
faster. He wasn’t as big as the last man, but he moved
powerfully in me, soon bringing me to another climax.
He continued fucking me till he erupted, adding more
semen to the depths of my vagina, to the entrance of my
cervix.
He too dressed and left, and as I lay there the door
opened and another person entered, and he undressed and
got into bed with me. I closed my legs as I thought
this was enough; I wasn’t going to be taken again, but
I was weak from the last two, and he easily spread my
legs, mounting me, pushing a very hard cock into me. He
didn’t last long, his cock throbbing in me, but before
he came I was again overwhelmed by another intense
orgasm which went on and on.
After this man left I thought is anyone else going to
come in here and fuck me?
My question was answered as the door opened again and
another person entered, and he too undressed and got in
bed with me. I tried to turn away, pulling my gown down
again, but I was even weaker, and he easily rolled me
on my back and pulled my gown up, spreading my legs and
mounting me. I had no will to resist, and I surrendered
and lifted my legs as he pushed into me. He must have
had a lot to drink as he fucked me for a long time
before he came, triggering another climax in me.
He dressed and left, and I quickly got up and locked
the door .There wasn’t going to be another stud taking
me. I could feel semen draining on my thighs, feeling
its stickiness. I couldn’t believe I was taken by these
strangers, ravished by them, and coming repeatedly, my
compliant body responding to them again and again. I
was exhausted, my swollen vagina still open and sore,
fluids still draining from me. I had never experienced
anything like this, fucked again and again; I felt like
a whore; I couldn’t believe how I responded, having
orgasm after orgasm. I pulled my panties on and fell
asleep.
I was awakened by knocking at the door; it was my
husband, and I got up and let him in. He apologized,
saying he must have passed out, and he got undressed
and into bed. He didn’t have any idea about what
happened to me, and I wasn’t about to enlighten him.
In the morning I got up and rinsed out my panties and
nightgown, then took a long hot shower, while Ed
continued to sleep. I relived all that had happened to
me; I couldn’t understand why they had come into our
bedroom as if they belonged there, ravishing me over
and over; experiencing sexual release like I never had
before, responding like a whore to those men.
It wasn’t long before I learned why it happened. The
next day Joan asked me to join her and two of her
friends for lunch. I didn’t want to go, but she
persuaded me and we went to a very nice restaurant
where Joan had reserved a private table in the rear.
We were seated and ordered our lunch; Joan looked at me
and smiled, saying "you look tired; did you have a
tough night?"
I reddened; did she know what happened? I said "why do
you ask?" You know that I went to bed early."
She said "you must be pretty sore between your legs. I
believe you entertained several men in your bedroom
last night." I blanched, but said "what are you talking
about?"
"We’ll skip the charades. We set you up last night. The
extra alcohol plus the right male connections, all the
makings to provide you with a good time." My mouth was
hanging open as she continued. "We selected a very good
group of studs who were pleased to service such a
beautiful women, and each carried in a voice recorder,
so we have a record of all your moans and groans, your
cries and screeches, as those men put you over the top.
They did a pretty good job on you. That’s probably the
first time in your life that you were fucked that good.
"You bitch! I’ll see that you get paid back for this!
How could you do such a rotten thing? You’re not going
to get away with this!"
"Oh, but I think we are. And if you don’t want your
husband to hear the evidence of your sexual escapade,
then you should convince him not to be a contender for
the promotion. And maybe his boss and colleagues would
be interested in the tapes. And we also have the
written statements from those studs, describing in
detail your seduction-how you spread your legs for
them, taking their cocks and letting them fuck you.
From what they said you really got into it. I hope they
got you pregnant. Now I think you know you have to do,
and you better do it soon.
I started sobbing, tears running down my face. I was
humiliated, not only by knowing how I was set up, but
also because these women all knew how I had been so
thoroughly screwed by those studs. The women were
laughing as I got up to leave, and I walked out, still
hearing them.
There was only one thing to do, and that was to come
clean with my husband. When I got back he could see
that I had been crying, and when he asked what was
wrong. I confessed to everything that had happened. I
said "I had too much to drink and when the first one
came in I thought it was you, and I spread my legs for
him and he put it in me. When I realized it wasn’t you
I was helpless, and it was too late to stop, and he
came in me." I didn’t tell him that I came also, but I
think he knew it. "I was set up, and the others just
came in and did it to me also, and I couldn’t stop
them."
He asked for more details, and I provided them,
including the lunch with the women, what they had said.
He was incredulous, his eyes wide with disbelief.
Finally he understood the likely consequences, what
this meant to his job, his ambitions.
He went job hunting, and finally landed a good job with
another company in another city. He submitted his
resignation, and we made plans to move to a new home.
He had forgiven me, but I couldn’t forgive myself,
remembering how those men had taken me, used me, and
fucked me so thoroughly.
As I thought about it, what they had done to me; how I
had responded, I felt myself moistening. I kept
reliving the experience, remembering how I felt with
those cocks in me, thrusting into me and filling me
with their semen. It was so erotic, overwhelmed over
and over again by orgasms that spread through my whole
body, draining me; I was like a rag doll when they
finished with me.
I felt guilty that I had experienced sexual release
that I didn’t believe possible, and had never happened
with my husband. The memory of what they had done to
me, how I was taken, and how I had responded, would be
with me a long time.
END
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