A Wedding Night Confusion

John and his friends had landed in India for the very first time, all excited to attend their dear friend’s wedding ceremony. They had all heard so much about the extravagant Indian weddings and couldn’t wait to experience it firsthand. Their friend’s father had picked them up from the airport and taken them to a luxurious hotel where they could freshen up before heading to the wedding venue.

The hotel was stunning, with intricate carvings on the walls and pillars, and the scent of incense filled the air. The group quickly changed into their traditional Indian attire, eager to blend in with the crowd at the wedding ceremony. John had opted for a simple kurta pyjama set, while his friends had gone for more elaborate outfits like a sherwani or a dhoti.

As they made their way to the wedding venue, John couldn’t help but notice how beautiful everything looked. The women were all dressed in vibrant sarees, their jewelry glittering under the lights. He spotted his friend’s mother, who was wearing a stunning red saree with gold embroidery. She greeted them warmly, her smile brightening up the room.

The wedding ceremony was a spectacle to behold. There were colorful decorations, lively music, and delicious food. As the night wore on, John found himself getting increasingly tipsy from the copious amounts of alcohol being served. He started to lose track of his surroundings and became more interested in the women dancing around him.

He noticed a woman who was dancing on the fringes of the crowd, her saree flowing gracefully around her body. She caught his eye, and he couldn’t tear his gaze away from her. She had long, black hair that cascaded down her back, and her eyes were filled with mischief. He made his way towards her, drawn in by her allure.

As he approached, he realized that it was the same woman he had seen earlier, only now she seemed more approachable. He started to dance with her, his body brushing against hers in time to the music. She giggled softly, her lips painted a bright shade of red, and he couldn’t resist leaning in to kiss her. She welcomed his advances eagerly, her hands running through his hair as they danced closer together.

They left the crowd behind and made their way to a secluded area of the hotel where they could be alone. John couldn’t get enough of her, consumed by lust for this exotic woman. He pressed her against the wall, his hands exploring her body through the thin fabric of her saree. He lifted her into his arms and carried her to a nearby private toilet, his heart racing with anticipation.

Inside the toilet, they tore at each other’s clothes, eager to feel skin on skin. John pushed her against the tiled wall, his hard cock pressing into her softness. He entered her roughly, filling her up with his heat. She moaned softly, her legs wrapping around his waist as he pounded into her. His hands roamed freely, grabbing her plump breasts and pinching her nipples.

She tasted of alcohol and desire as he kissed his way down her neck, his lips trailing soft kisses along her collarbone. She arched her back, her nails digging into his shoulders, urging him to go deeper. He sucked on her nipples, tugging them gently before moving his attention lower. He licked and nibbled at her stomach, teasing her sensitivities before finally reaching her wetness.

He lapped at her folds, tasting her arousal as he fingered her tightness. She cried out, her hips bucking against his mouth. He pushed two fingers inside her, filling her up as he continued to lap at her sweetness. She gripped the edge of the sink, her knuckles white from the effort it took to remain still.

He stood up, his hard cock pressed against her entrance once more. He thrust into her, filling her completely. She gasped as he hit her depths, her body arching back in pure pleasure. He grabbed her hips, pulling her closer as he fucked her with abandon. She moaned his name, her voice thick with desire.

Their lovemaking was wild and passionate, fueled by lust and alcohol. They found new positions in the small space, their bodies twisting and turning in a dance of pleasure. She rode him, taking him deep inside her, her nails scraping down his back. He fucked her hard, his hips slamming against her in a rhythm that echoed their hearts’ beat.

As they neared their climaxes, he felt a sense of foreboding wash over him. He looked down, realizing that he had fucked his friend’s mother. Panic set in, and he pulled out of her, his heart pounding in his chest. She looked up at him, confusion etched on her face.

“Who are you?” she whispered, her voice trembling.

“I’m John,” he managed to say, his voice shaking. “I thought you were someone else.”

She stared at him for a moment before realization dawned on her face. “Oh my God,” she whispered, covering her mouth with her hand. “You thought I was your friend?”

He nodded dumbly, his head spinning with shame and guilt. She stepped back, her saree falling around her like a shroud. “Get out,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “Just go.”

He stumbled out of the toilet, his mind reeling from what had just happened. He found his friends outside, their laughter filling the air. They didn’t seem to notice his disheveled appearance or the guilt that weighed him down. They piled into a cab, heading back to the hotel to get some much-needed rest.

As he lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, he couldn’t get the image of her face out of his mind. He knew he had crossed a line, and there was no going back from it. He couldn’t bring himself to face her again, or even his friend. He knew this trip to India would be one he would never forget, but not for the reasons he had hoped