They woke up in a few moments, and one of them howled, “Bloody motherfucker! What the hell are you doing in our room?” The sound woke the rest two also. I froze at his rude behaviour, and the third guy got up and looked at Chaitali first.
She, too, looked around and was shocked by her state. The guy grabbed her one boob with his palm. Chaitali sat on her bum and pulled her legs closer to her chest. Her knees were touching her chin, but her boob was still in the palm of the third guy. I babbled and spoke, “This is my room.”
Now the three of them were shocked. They didn’t reply for two minutes, and we looked at each other. After a while of pause, one of them asked, “If this is your room, and she is your wife, then why didn’t she tell us about it?” I was unable to tell them that I had made her over-drunk yesterday.
Maybe that’s why she wasn’t sure that I wasn’t around her and some other guys were. I asked, “How did you come to my room?”
On this, another guy said, “The receptionist wasn’t sure about the room number, so he told us to go and check rooms 403 to 407. The door of our room was left open. The girl will be sleeping all naked. The same situation was present when we opened this room, so we assumed it was our room.”
He paused for a few seconds and said, “Assuming her our girl, we fucked her like no tomorrow. We made her suck our dicks, fucked her in her pussy without condoms and ripped her asshole. We fucked her several times the whole night till early morning.” I was looking down, and so was Chaitali.
Both of us wasn’t having dare to look at the other. She got off the bed and walked toward the bathroom. She walked all naked, got inside the bathroom and locked the door from inside.
After she walked off, one of them said, “Look, Mister, what happened, happened and cannot be changed now. Better we don’t fight on this and keep our mouths sealed.”
Another guy said, “I also think the same, it’s a circumstance mistake of ours, and we accept that. But stretching matters will defame both of you in the hotel. Better take care of her and console her.”
I nodded, and they wore their wares in a hurry and collected their stuff. They apologised a few times before leaving the room. I sat on the bed, all lost and heartbroken. After about an hour, I knocked on the bathroom door. Chaitali came out with her head down and dried tears around her cheeks.
I hugged her tightly and then made her wear her nightie. I asked her to recline on the bed, and soon she dozed off to sleep. She got up late at night, and I had already ordered dinner. She took a bath and ate very little. Then she went back to bed without speaking a word. I wasn’t finding any dare to speak to her either.
We remained in the room for two days without speaking to each other. She was feeling guilty. So to make her normal, I confessed to her my mistake. I told her that by fucking her in her asshole, I made her over-drunk. So, it wasn’t her mistake, and I was more responsible for it.
I asked her to forgive me, and we could forget that incident forever. She hummed for the first time and smiled very lightly. She turned towards me and looked into my eyes. She said, “All efforts, and you haven’t fucked my asshole yet.” She removed her nightie and went to the table.
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