Karaoke Night Gone Wrong: A Naughty Wife's Secret

My husband thought I was singing. I was swallowing.

So my high school friends organized this karaoke night after twenty years. Five of us met up in the neighborhood—two girls and three guys—and we just piled into one car. We made the driver stay sober while the rest of us planned to drink. I told my husband I'd be back by ten so he wouldn't worry.

The night flew by and I completely lost track of time. When I checked my phone, the battery was dead. Had been for hours. I realized it was already past midnight and I knew I was in trouble, but I was drunk with my friends. We were all pretty wasted except the driver, who'd sacrificed his whole night for us.

We stopped first at my friend's apartment. She lived a few blocks before my place, and I was supposed to be dropped off next. We parked in this distant lot that was quiet and far from the streetlights, and we started talking about old times. We remembered how we used to touch each other in high school, kissing in stairways and elevators. We lived in such a conservative city where even touching was considered a sin, but it was all innocent back then.

One of my friends said he didn't remember any of it. I asked him how he could not remember, and reminded him that he finished in my hands many times. He said we all did it with the whole school and he couldn't remember who was who. So I decided I needed to remind him.

I put my hand gently on his leg and caressed higher up his thigh. I told him I'd remind him right there in front of the other guys. He got embarrassed and said no, not in front of them. Then I put my other hand on the other friend next to me and told them not to worry, I'd remind both of them. I was sitting in the middle, and they both relaxed after that.

I rubbed their cocks through their pants while they closed their eyes and enjoyed it. Then I unzipped their pants slowly and took out both of their cocks. I licked my hands to get them wet and put them on their shafts, starting to stroke them together. I held them firmly and moved my hands up and down in this steady rhythm, keeping full control of both of them.

My left hand worked one shaft in slow strokes while my right hand did the other at the same pace. I felt pre-cum leaking from both tips and used it as lubricant, making the strokes smoother. I could hear their breathing getting heavier and felt their hips pushing upward slightly. I kept the pace deliberately slow because I wanted to tease them for a long time. I built up their orgasms gradually, squeezing tighter and increasing speed slightly until I felt warmth spreading through both cocks.

They both came right in my hands together. The cum shot onto my palms and fingers and I felt the warmth pooling there. The semen was thick and white. I collected it all with my fingers and didn't waste any of it. I looked up at the rearview mirror and saw the driver watching everything, so I licked the cum from my hand slowly and cleaned my fingers one by one, tasting that salty flavor. I told him it was his turn and that he deserved my lips for sacrificing his night and being so patient.

I leaned forward between the two front seats and rested my body and knees on the middle compartment. The car was tight and there wasn't enough space, but that's exactly how I wanted it. My ass was raised high in the air and my mini dress rode up, showing everything. My friend in the back seat started rubbing my ass and kissing my cheeks. The driver lowered his seat to make more room, and his cock was already out, hard from watching us. He'd been stroking himself while he watched.

I put my lips around his cock and started teasing him, licking around the head slowly and taking him deeper into my mouth gradually. Then I felt my panties get pulled down halfway by the friend in back. My pussy was exposed, and my asshole was exposed too. I felt two mouths place themselves on me—one tongue licking my pussy lips slowly and steadily, and another tongue circling my asshole. But then I felt something else. I felt a finger push against my asshole and enter me. It moved in and out and kept going continuously. It didn't stop.

I tried to figure out which one was fingering me. The guy on my left was leaning forward with his head near my hip, and he was the one licking my pussy. The guy on my right was lower with his face buried deep in my ass. The finger was coming from the right side, so it had to be him. He was the one keeping his finger in my asshole, moving it in and out steadily. I realized he was preparing me because he wanted my ass. He'd want to fuck me there when we met at the apartment, and I needed to find out for sure which one it was. I pushed back against his finger and took it deeper inside me, clenching around it. I knew his plan now.

I sucked the driver's cock harder and swirled my tongue around his shaft, bobbing my head up and down. The tongues and finger behind me matched my rhythm. The one guy kept licking my pussy while the other guy kept his tongue on my asshole and his finger fucked it deeply. The pressure on my clit built up and the finger in my ass hit these deep spots. The build up was slow and intense, and I felt the driver's cock start to throb in my mouth. I sensed his release was close, and my pussy started contracting while the finger in my ass moved faster.

I came hard, and waves of pleasure shot through my body. At the same time, the driver shot his cum into my mouth. I swallowed immediately and took every drop down my throat, accepting the taste fully. My body shook from the climax, and then the mouths and finger removed themselves slowly from below. My panties stayed down around my thighs, and I held the position for a moment to catch my breath. We were all just breathing heavily in the car.

We ended there because I was already way too late. I leaned back as I was still tasting the cum, ready to say goodbye, my mind spinning with curiosity about which one of them had been so desperate for my ass.

As I was gathering my things and kissing cheeks, one of my friends—the one who'd had his face buried in my ass just minutes before—pulled me back gently by the wrist. He leaned in close, his breath warm against my ear, and whispered, "I know your secret with our professor." He told me everything. Immediately I figured it was him because that's exactly what my professor did to me—which is another story for another time.

I didn't pull away. Instead, I turned my head slightly and whispered back into his ear, my lips brushing his skin, "If you want it, you have to take it."

He held my gaze for a long moment, his thumb tracing small circles on my wrist where he still held me. The other guys were already saying their goodbyes, oblivious to the electricity passing between us. He leaned in once more, this time pressing a slow, deliberate kiss to my cheek that lingered just a second too long to be innocent. His free hand found the small of my back, pulling me fractionally closer in the cramped space of the car. "Another karaoke night," he said quietly, just for me. "Soon."

I held his eyes as I pulled away, then deliberately turned before opening the car door—arching my back just enough to give him a clear view, a promise of what he'd felt with his finger now presented for his imagination. I looked back over my shoulder and caught him watching, his jaw tight, his eyes dark. I smiled, then stepped out into the night.

When I got back it was almost two AM. I turned on my phone and saw tens of messages and calls from my husband. He was pretty worried since he hadn't heard from me. I just told him I was sleeping and forgot to put the phone on charge, and he believed me.

I kept the truth secret. I could still taste the cum in my mouth and feel that finger in my ass—the way he'd claimed me without asking, the way he knew things about me no one else did. I stood in my bathroom alone, the memory of his whisper still vibrating against my ear, his hand still ghosting on my wrist. He knew my secret. He knew what I liked. And I'd told him exactly how to get it.

I didn't tell my husband about the parking lot, or the finger that had opened me up, or the promise I'd made to a man who understood me too well. The next karaoke night was already living in my head, and I knew exactly who I'd be singing for.