Karaoke Tease Turns Into His Friend's Claim

The house party had thinned to a sweaty core of bodies still lingering around the living room karaoke setup, cheap beer sweating on every surface. Mike stood off to the side with a half-empty bottle, watching his wife Kara—twenty-eight, dark hair loose, little black dress riding high—step up for another song with his best friend Derek. She didn’t even look at Mike when she chose the track. The beat dropped slow and filthy. Kara leaned into Derek’s chest, ass grinding in lazy circles against the front of his jeans while she sang into the shared mic, voice husky and deliberately off-key on the dirty lines. Derek’s hand settled low on her hip like it belonged there. Mike’s cock twitched traitorously even as heat crawled up his neck.

Kara threw a glance over her shoulder mid-chorus, eyes locked on her husband while she rolled her hips harder, letting Derek feel every soft inch. When the song ended she stayed pressed against him, laughing, fingers toying with the hem of Derek’s shirt. “You’re so much better at this than Mike,” she said loud enough for the remaining guests to hear, then quieter, just for the three of them as people drifted toward the kitchen. “I’ve always fantasized about getting taken by a man who doesn’t ask. Someone dominant. Someone who just… claims it.” Her gaze flicked to Mike, watching the flush of humiliation and the unmistakable bulge in his pants. Derek’s mouth curved. Mike swallowed, nodded once, voice rough. “I know. I can see it.” The three of them stood in the thick acknowledgment, no more pretending the night was headed anywhere else.

Kara didn’t wait. She pulled Derek down onto the wide couch, straddling one of his thighs, and crushed her mouth to his in a deep, hungry kiss that made wet sounds Mike could hear from three feet away. Her hand dropped between them, openly stroking the thick ridge of Derek’s cock through denim, squeezing, rubbing the head with her palm. “I want your friend to claim me tonight,” she told Mike without looking away from Derek’s eyes. “I want him to fuck me like I belong to him.” Mike’s throat worked. He nodded again, smaller this time, face burning, cock aching untouched. Kara whimpered against Derek’s lips. “Show me what a real man feels like. Please. I need it.” Derek’s hand fisted in her hair and yanked her head back just enough to make her moan. That was the point of no return; lust cracked open and swallowed every last hesitation.

Kara slid to her knees between Derek’s spread thighs right there on the living-room rug. She tore his jeans open, freed a cock that was thicker and longer than Mike’s, and immediately stuffed it into her mouth with a filthy, eager slurp. Spit slicked her chin as she bobbed, cheeks hollowed, staring straight at her husband the entire time. Mike watched his wife gag herself happily on his best friend’s dick, watched her tongue swirl the head like she was starving for it. Derek groaned and held her hair, guiding her deeper until her nose pressed his stomach. When he finally pulled her off, a string of spit connected her swollen lips to his cock. He spun her around, shoved her dress up, yanked her soaked panties aside, and bent her over the arm of the couch.

Derek slammed into her pussy in one hard thrust. Kara cried out louder than she ever had for Mike—raw, shocked pleasure that bounced off the walls. He fucked her in deep, punishing strokes, hips smacking her ass, one hand twisting in her hair to arch her back, the other cracking sharp across her cheek. “Tell him,” Derek growled. “Tell your husband how it feels.” Kara’s eyes were glassy, mouth open. “He’s so much bigger—fuck—so much better, Mike, he’s stretching me open, filling me up where you never could. God, it feels like a real cock. Don’t stop, Derek, use me—” He pounded harder, making her tits swing, making her scream every time he bottomed out. Mike stood frozen, cock leaking in his pants, humiliating heat flooding him as his wife got destroyed right in front of him.

Derek dragged her off the couch and laid her out on the coffee table, legs shoved wide. He mounted her in missionary, buried himself to the hilt again, and wrapped a light hand around her throat while he drove into her. Kara came almost instantly, pussy clenching, body shaking, then again when he kept fucking her through it, never slowing. “Derek owns this pussy now,” she screamed, voice breaking on the third orgasm, nails raking his back. “It’s his—fuck—it’s his!” He choked her just enough to make her eyes roll, hips snapping brutal and deep until she was a mess of sweat and broken moans beneath him.

Derek pulled out at the last second, stroked his slick cock twice, and unloaded thick ropes of cum across Kara’s tits and up onto her face, striping her lips and cheeks. She licked what she could reach, smiling filthy. “Thank you,” she breathed, then looked at Mike while cum dripped down her chin. “This is how a wife should be fucked.” Mike’s hand was finally on his own cock, stroking slow and denied, unable to look away. Kara curled up possessively against Derek’s side on the couch, nuzzling his neck, kissing him lazy and deep with Mike’s best friend’s cum still painted on her skin. She stroked Derek’s chest like she was marking territory.

“From now on,” she murmured against his mouth, loud enough for Mike to hear every word, “your friend can have me whenever he wants.” She turned her head just enough to catch Mike’s eyes, voice soft and dangerous with fresh hunger. “You gonna stay hard and watch next time too, baby, or you finally gonna ask him if you’re allowed to join?”