I've read and heard many stories about mix-ups that resulted in some guy mistakenly having sex with another woman thinking that it was his wife. While sometimes entertaining, I've always considered those stories horseshit. I've found it humorous when someone is telling me such a story and they actually expect me to believe it. While not telling them to their face that they're liars I often ask some questions that seem light-hearted but tend to expose their fabrications.
"So this woman had a body exactly like your wife's? I've never heard of that before; most women have at least something different about the firmness of their ass, size of their tits, birth marks, distinguishing features, etc., that make them easy to tell apart," is one typical question I propound.
After a little stuttering the guy telling the whopper normally says something like "Well I was drunk so I didn't notice the difference at the time." Yet he was supposedly virile enough to get it up.
I especially like asking questions about what happened next. "So after you realized the mistake both you and the woman you thought was your wife agreed never to tell anyone about it and you ended up skating."
"Yep, that's right," was the normal smiling response as the guy stuck out his chest (or more often his beer gut).
"But you're telling ME," I would continue with a fake perplexed look on my face.
"Uh...geez...well...I know you won't tell anyone," is the typical reply and then the conversation is terminated or he changes the subject to something like "How about them Steelers?"
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I, Beck Randolph, am married to Mitzy Randolph nee Alton, and at the time of this story had been for ten years. We were both 34 and had two kids ages 5 and 7. Mitzy physique isn't particularly noteworthy although I find her attractive. She has an ass a little large for her 5 foot 5, 140 pound frame but since I like big butts I consider it a positive, not a negative. While to me she's cute and I have always found her sexually attractive she's not someone that the average guy would drool over. She normally wears her brunette hair short, but once-in-a-while she'll feel particularly adventurous and put extensions in her hair and put brown contacts in her blue eyes, which do tend to dramatically change her look.
We were in need of some time away from work and the kids -- who we love raising but they were challenging and we needed a break -- and since both sets of grandparents are within a twenty minute drive from our house we decided to take a three-day weekend without kids. The grandparents were willing to help, each set to spend two days at our house with the kids, which included an overlap of about twelve hours The overlap was no problem since my parents got along with Mitzy's very well and they didn't compete for their grandkids' attention.
On the Internet Mitzy found a theme weekend at a mountain lodge. It wasn't really a resort but rather a very large house that the organizer of the theme weekend rented out, along with a chef, a maid, and three college aged guys who worked as bellmen and servers. The theme was 1960s rock bands. Females had to dress like someone from The Pleasure Seekers, The Ronettes, The Ace of Cups, or Goldie and the Gingerbreads. Guys had to dress like someone from The Beach Boys, The Byrds, Blood Sweat & Tears, or Jefferson Airplane (or a woman could be Gracie Slick). People were encouraged to bring instruments and a set of drums and a sound system would be provided.
The weekend wasn't restricted to the guests acting like old-time rock bands, however; there was also a swimming pool, horseback riding, skeet shooting, dance lessons, and other many activities. Apparently the dress-up aspect was just to get people in a good mood.
Mitzy dressed up as Eileen Biddlingmeier of the Pleasure Seekers and I dressed up as Mike Love of the Beach Boys. Mitzy as Eileen looked great; I wanted to do her in the car (lol).
When we got to the Lodge there was already a happy group of about twenty people, all in costume. Mike Love was about the most normal looking of the people in the male rock bands involved but most of the guys had long wigs and mustaches and outrageous clothes. I carried a small surfboard as part of my "costume."
I was really proud of Mitzy. Although I knew nothing about The Pleasure Seekers before this trip I found out that they were all hot, wore distinctive short dresses and fake eyelashes when performing, and with her lashes, hair extensions, contacts, and skin-tight short dress she carried Eileen off very well.
By the time that it was about 11 p. m. on Friday night all thirty weekenders were there, and it was a fun group, various people taking turns on the drums, some dong karaoke with sound tracks playing of the groups that they were supposedly in, others mingling and drinking, and in general making merry.
The partying went well into early Saturday morning. Mitzy had had a particularly hard day getting ready for the trip so she turned in about 1 a. m. I had been drinking more than since college, but wasn't close to drunk; however I was getting turned on by a number of the female "rock artists" most of whom looked really good. They probably ranged in age from 25 to 50, but not a dog among them.
Finally about 3 a. m. things started to wind down and everyone was heading off to their room. A Paul Kanter (Jefferson Airplane) look-alike and a Steve Katz (Blood Sweat & Tears) wannabe were both drunk and passed out; many others were moving slowly.
Stupidly, in my view, instead of the rooms being numbered -- as would be sensible -- they all were named after mountains. The owner of the Lodge must have been a real freak because most of the mountains used as room names I had never heard of. They weren't simple or well-known like Everest or Denali. I swear that Mitzy had told us that our room was something like "Mana Peak" (which of course I had never heard of but seemed easy to remember).Since the bellmen had carried our bags directly to our rooms neither Mitzy nor I had been there until it was time for bed.
I walked around the entire second floor without finding the name. Fortunately the second room I came to on the third floor was Makra Peak, which made me think that I had just misheard her. I peeked in the room and saw her distinctive Pleasures Seekers short dress hanging up. I closed the door and tiptoed into the room. I needed a shower and shampoo and in the shower stall was a bottle of Herbal Essences Rose Hips Shampoo, one of Mitzy's favorites, which I assumed that she had brought from home.
I took a quick shower and shampoo and got into bed naked. It didn't surprise me that Mitzy was naked since although she normally slept with a long T-shirt on she had promised me that we were going to be having some big league fun without the kids.
Mitzy's back was turned to me in the pitch black room; I snuggled up to her and she seemed to unconsciously respond by moving her bulbous ass back into me. She smelled really good -- including because of the odor of the Rose Hips shampoo in her hair. I was a little confused by her hair being more than shoulder length until I remembered the hair extensions she put in yesterday to look more like Eileen.
Mitzy must have been hot to trot because she seemed to keep moving her ass into and around my crotch and my cock was responding. While I had more than usual to drink it didn't affect the ability of my cock to get hard, and soon it was at full salute. I kissed Mitzy's shoulder, rubbed her top arm as she lay on her left side, and my cock acted like a heat-seeking missile as it sought out her pussy.
Mitzy and I hadn't fucked in the spoon position for a long time -- I couldn't remember when although I knew that the last time was before our five year old was born -- but I did remember how great it was. This time brought back old wonderful memories. After a slow initial insertion into her surprisingly tight pussy in this position I was as animated as I could remember. I pumped furiously, encouraged by her muffled moans, until I heard her chirp, a sound that I hadn't heard from her before, as she was clearly orgasming while her pussy tried to strangle my cock. I grunted like a hog as I unloaded a stream of jism into her anxious pussy as the chirping continued until I was totally wasted.
I didn't withdraw right away and unlike my normal MO my cock didn't immediately go flaccid. I remained inside her and about three-quarters hard for several more minutes while we both made sweet sounds of pleasure. After a very long time I finally did go flaccid and withdrew.
As I bent over and kissed her on the neck and rubbed her arms my life flashed before my eyes when a high pitched voice said "Oh Alan; that was so awesome, darling. After a rest will you do me concubine?"
My name isn't Alan -- it's Beck -- and Mitzy has a raspy voice, not a high pitched one.
Suddenly all of the times that I had scoffed at stories about mistakenly fucking someone not your wife, thinking that it was her, came rushing into my brain. "What the fuck just happened?" seemingly endlessly caromed through my mind.
There was no way that I was going to let whoever the woman was who I had just fucked know it wasn't Alan. I continued to stroke her, eventually moving my hand onto her right tit trying to fool myself that it was just to keep her turned away from me. In actuality, however, stroking and lightly pinching her tit was very stimulating. While her tit wasn't much different in size than Mitzy's her nipple sure was. It felt like it was an inch long and had twice the sensitivity of Mitzy's.
After I kissed the mystery woman's neck some more and played with her nipple she started moving her bulbous ass back into contact with my cock. "Time to do your concubine," she chuckled in a sleepy tone, and then rolled onto her stomach and spread her legs slightly.
It was fortunate that I knew what the concubine position was from reading sex stories on line because Mitzy and I had never fucked that way. I'm often a one-and-done guy but given how erotic it was to massage her elongated and sensitive nipple, and how good it felt when she wiggled her ass against my cock, surprisingly I was back at full mast within seconds. This time when I plunged into her pussy I realized that it was much tighter than Mitzy's was, and why I had not recognized it in the spoon position I had no read good answer for.
