Naked Karaoke - Part 1 (Patreon)

This is a weird one. It happened during a road trip when we decided to do something… unconventional. I'll tell you all about it, but apparently Brad insisted on adding editorial comments.

—Editor's note: She neglected to mention I'm her incredibly handsome husband.

We stopped to rest at a roadside hotel, and we noticed a karaoke bar across the highway.

"Come on, let's go make fools of ourselves. I bet I can sing worse than you," I said.

—Editor's note: It was actually my idea; I love karaoke, and she… loves seeing me happy.

So, after freshening up and being slightly frisky in the shower, we headed over to the karaoke bar. It was mostly empty; only a few tables were occupied.

We sat down, and a cute waitress in her early twenties approached our table. Brad couldn't take his eyes off her cleavage.

—No argument there.

We ordered a couple of beers that, after eight hours on the road, tasted way better than they should. I immediately switched to frozen margaritas, my go-to drink on a hot night.

When the first brave singer finished butchering a Billy Joel song, the screen flashed in colors, and an electronic bleeping sound filled the bar. Then a two-out-of-five-star rating appeared for the poor guy.

"Oh, this is fun. I bet we can make a drinking game out of this. If you get more than three stars, you drink," I said.

"Aren't drinking games supposed to make the loser drink?" Brad asked.

"That's bullshit! We both want to get wasted! So, why don't you go first?" I replied.

Brad selected a song by Ed Sheeran, and he did all right. The rating system gave him three stars, and he walked back a bit deflated.

—It gave me three and a half stars, but the microphone sucked. I should've done better. 

When he came back to the table, I had a shot of Black Label ready for him.

After downing his shot, he leaned over to me and kissed me on the lips. At a neighboring table, a couple clapped for him, and the guy raised his glass; we all did the same and toasted.

—At this point they had been eyeing us for a while, but you only just noticed them.

I was next on the mic and chose a Britney Spears song. Unfortunately, my singing was subpar, and I only got two stars along with some pre-recorded booing.

—It was bullshit; you did an amazing Britney, even nailed the sexy dancing.

Still, the table next to us clapped for me, and we drank with them again. I was about to down my shot of tequila when Brad stopped me.

"Sorry, honey, only ratings of three or more," he said, and I had to put down the glass.

—You pouted and gave me puppy eyes, but rules are rules.

Brad gave me another kiss; this time his hand rested high on my thigh and squeezed it. I knew what he was doing, and it turned me on.

—I wasn't doing anything; I was just kissing my beautiful wife.

Next came the other couple. She got onto the stage and sang a Christina Aguilera song. The spotlight shone on her, letting me really see her for the first time. She was wearing a short, black skirt and a button-down blouse. Under it, a big pair of tits stretched the fabric, making the buttons hold on for dear life. She was a redhead with fair skin and loads of freckles. 

—It was more like a denim vest that ended before her navel. But yeah, she was gorgeous and kept looking at our table and winking at me.

When the rating system gave her four stars, we erupted into cheers for her; the whole bar did, but we were the loudest by far. She walked back to her table, and when they turned to see us, we both raised our shot glasses and mimicked the motion of downing it and pointed at her.

She gave me a broad smile and walked over to our table with a slow, seductive stride.

—The husband looked at her ass the whole way to our table and licked his lips.

She reached our table, and I extended both shot glasses her way. "Tequila or whiskey?"

"No, I'm Mandy, not tequila or whiskey," she said confidently.

She and Brad burst out laughing, and I stayed silent. It's not that I didn't understand the joke; it just didn't seem funny to me.

—You're always oblivious to quality humor.

"Nice to meet you, Mandy. I'm Hailey, and this is Brad. What I mean is, what will you drink, tequila or whiskey?" 

"No, yeah, I got you, but why?"

"Because you have to drink, more than three stars get you a shot." I extended the glasses while I talked.

"Ohhhhh, that's what's going on! Yeah, tequila for me. This is fun!" she said and grabbed the tequila shot I left up for her. She downed it and said, "Nice meeting you, Brad and Hailey," and walked back to her table.

—You failed to mention we both glued our eyes to her swaying hips and how her skirt balanced as she walked.

"She's hot," Brad said.

"Yeah, but not too bright." We erupted laughing and drank as the next singer was being announced; it was Mandy's husband, Greg.

He was in his early forties, with salt-and-pepper hair. He still looked fit, with a chiseled jaw and blue eyes that pierced me even from afar.

He sang a Robbie Williams song, which he kind of sucked at, but the rating system still gave him three stars.

—That's when I started suspecting that the rating system was just a random number.

Mandy received him at their table with a shot, which he raised to us and downed immediately.

—You forgot to mention the waiter bringing us a shot of tequila, sent by Mandy. Her tits still looked amazing.

The next singers took the stage, and we got to talking about our road trip, but somehow the conversation brought us back to the present over and over.

"So, what do you think of Mandy?" I asked.

"She seems like trouble." 

"Oh, really? Like what kind of trouble? Leave your wife for her kind of trouble?" 

"More like being chased at gunpoint by the husband kind of trouble," Brad said, and we both laughed again.

We were so immersed in our talk that we didn't notice Greg and Mandy approaching us.

"Hey guys! I'm baaaack!" she announced excitedly. Greg looked at us without saying a word. "So, I'm Mandy, this is Greg, and I was wondering if we could join you for your little karaoke game!"

Her cheerfulness made my head hurt a bit. I was already tired after a long day, and putting up with her energy was not my idea of fun, but Brad thought differently. "Of course, yes! Sit down!" he said, almost matching Mandy's energy.

—In my defense, Greg had his gaze fixed on your cleavage, and having them sit down was the best way to make him lose his front-row view down your blouse.

When Mandy sat down, I could almost swear that her blouse had moved down and her tits looked a bit more exposed, almost ready to spill out.

"So, where are you from? Are you staying at the Honey?" she asked.

We both were speechless, trying to process her high energy.

—Actually I was distracted looking at her hand on Greg's leg; she seemed to be rubbing way too high in his thigh.

"The Honeymoon Inn, it's the cheap hotel across the road," Greg said after a few seconds of tense silence.

"Yeah, we're staying there. We're in the middle of a road trip and decided to have some fun before calling it a night," Brad said, but he looked absent. I figured he was probably just worn out, but I noticed his eyes darting to Mandy and back at me. This fucker was eyeing Miss Popping-Tits.

—Guilty as charged.

The waitress came back for our order; both guys were mesmerized by her knockers, and Mandy gave Greg a discreet elbow to the ribs to make him stop. But I saw something weird, a blink-and-you-miss-it kind of moment where the waitress and Mandy shared a playful smile.

—She also gave him a hard squeeze. At first I thought she did it to his leg, but later I realized she was holding something more fun.

"So, this game of yours…" Greg said, but Mandy interrupted him.

"I told you, you sing, and if you get three stars or more, you drink."

"No, I get it, but what if you've had enough to drink?" Greg asked, looking at me.

"Oh, I'm sure we can come up with some fun punishments in that case," I replied.

Just then Brad took my hand and placed it on his lap. I immediately knew what he was up to; his hard cock twitched under my hand, and I dug my nails into it, trying to punish him for his boldness.

—I was actually watching Mandy rub Greg's hard-on and wanted some of it myself. And the whole dig her nails into my little guy failed; I love that shit.

Still, I left my hand there and gave him a couple of squeezes every now and then, keeping him hard for me. I was already imagining what we would do when we got to the hotel.

—Mandy saw you doing it; she gave me a sly smile, and I saw her grab Greg's cock, almost jerking it over his pants.

Just as we were going to start chatting, the waitress appeared again, carrying little slips of paper.

"So, what are you going to sing next?" she said and handed the papers to Brad.

Each of us wrote down our next song in secret, and Greg waved at the waitress.

"Should we order the shots now? Just in case we all rock this round, which we absolutely will!" Mandy asked.

When the waitress arrived, Brad gave her the pieces of paper and said, "Can you bring us shots of tequila? Like ten?"

"Actually I would recommend buying the bottle; it's cheaper, and you would be entitled to use one of our private rooms, so you don't have to wait your turn for so long."

"Give us a minute to think it through, please," Greg replied, and as she walked away we all stared at her tiny behind.

"She's hella-cute but has zero butt, and my Greg is an ass guy, right, honey?"

"I'm sure they don't…" Greg said, but Brad interrupted.

"Are you? I'm more of a personality kind of guy," Brad said in a fake serious tone that made the whole table laugh.

"So, bottle?" I asked, and we all nodded in agreement.

"Private room?" Greg asked.

Somehow the idea of being in a more private setting did something for me, and I squeezed Brad's cock hard. He almost immediately said, "Sounds like a good idea."

—That fucking squeeze changed the whole night for me. It shifted from flirting with strangers to maybe pursuing something with them. I still had no idea what was on your mind, though.

I waved the girl back, and, after telling her of our decision, she started clearing the table, leaning over a little too much, showing more cleavage than was really necessary. All three of them had their eyes fixed on her as she worked.

—You were also staring at her tits, don't lie.

"If you follow me, I'll take you to your private room."

As the guys stood up, I noticed both of them had a situation going on in their pants. The darkness in the bar helped obscure it partly, but I know a guy hiding a hard-on when I see it.

—For me it was the hard squeeze that did it.

For a fraction of a second I wondered how I felt about that, and the realization hit me: I was loving it.

We got to the private room; it was on the far end of a corridor with several doors.

"If you ever want to have a larger party, we can accommodate up to 25 people in the largest private, but for now you'll be in the little one. You have an iPad here where you can select your songs, and on that wall there's a button you can press if you need anything from me. Enjoy your singing!"

"Umm, excuse me, miss, do the stars at the end of the songs work here as well?" Brad asked.

"Yes, it's all automated; if you sing on key, you'll get a good rating. If not, prepare for the crowd booing you!" she said and stepped out.

The room was small and private, with a stage just large enough for two people and a single microphone standing at its center. A small screen in front of the microphone displayed the lyrics for the singer, while a larger screen mounted above the stage showed the lyrics and the final ratings for everyone else to see. A button on the wall controlled the lights, letting us cycle through different colors, and right beside it was the call button for the waitress.

In the middle of the room sat a small table surrounded by couches, and waiting on it was our prize: a bottle of Don Julio and four shot glasses, ready for whatever kind of night this was about to become.

The air felt thick with expectation, and no one dared say a thing until Mandy broke the silence. "I don't know about you guys, but I'm not drinking straight tequila, that's for the game; besides, it's bad for my legs. Would you mind ringing Chloe?" she said to Brad.

—Up to this point the waitress hadn't said her name. Evidently Mandy already knew her.

Brad pressed the ring button, and soon enough, Chloe opened the door.

"Are you missing me already? What can I do for you?"

"Yeah, I'll have a frozen margarita, please. Does anyone else want anything else?"

"A couple of beers for us, please," Greg said, pointing at Brad and himself.

"I also want a margarita, please," I said.

"Ok, so, why don't I get you a pitcher of margaritas and a bucket of beers? That way you won't be interrupted in your private singing," Chloe said, and Greg and Mandy shared a look, the kind of look that couples have that say a ton without saying a word.

—You missed the tone that Chloe used. She said "private singing" in a way that made me think she knew something about our new friends that we didn't.

Chloe left, and on the screen appeared an Oasis song.

"That's me!" Brad said and practically jumped out of his seat to sing.

Just as he was finishing, a knock on the door distracted us all. Chloe opened it, and from the other side of the door someone handed her the pitcher, glasses, and the bucket of beers for the guys.

"Alright, I guess that's it; I'll leave you guys to it. Have fun and be safe," she said and then left the room.

Since we were focused on our refreshments, no one saw Brad's rating on the screen, but he announced, "Four stars! Damn, I guess I'll have to drink!"

—Honestly, it gave me two and a half stars, but no one noticed, and I needed the liquid courage.

Mandy quickly grabbed the bottle and topped one of the shot glasses, which he downed without breaking eye contact with her.

On the screen a countdown started, and when it reached zero, another song by Christina Aguilera showed up, which Mandy rocked. She even took the microphone off the stand and did a little dance around, wiggling her tits and jumping, which almost exposed her panties.

She got four and a half stars. A pre-recorded cheer flooded the tiny room, and we cheered along.

"Brad, are you pouring my shot?" Brad's hand shook as he poured, spilling a bit of tequila on the table. Mandy smiled as she noticed the effect she was having on my husband. I was amused too, seeing him struggle to hide his excitement.

—The reason my hand failed me was because Mandy pulled down lightly on her vest, almost making good on the nickname you gave her.

Mandy took the shot and screamed and moved her head violently, ruffling her hair in the process. The thought that crossed my mind was that she was definitely a screamer. Then I realized, if that shout didn't bring back Chloe, nothing would.

We kept singing and drinking. Along the night Brad grabbed my leg and my ass and kissed me several times, each time with more passion, and grabbed more and more of my body. I tried grabbing his cock too, but Mandy was eyeing him too much; she would've noticed right away.

Greg and Mandy had a similar energy, but for the first time in the night I noticed her rubbing his erection. At first she was discreet, barely grazing it. Eventually she rested her hand fully on his crotch, moving her fingers every now and then.

When the pitcher was almost gone and the Don Julio bottle was more than halfway through, Greg asked, "I think Mandy has had enough shots; do you think we should call it a night?"

"We still have half a bottle of tequila and some beers; we could keep singing and ignore the scores," Brad suggested.

"That's bullshit! I was promised punishments, and I won't go away until that happens!" Mandy shouted. She was obviously tipsy.

"Ok, so what is it going to be?" I asked. I think we all had the same idea, but no one dared say it out loud.

"Look, maybe, I mean, we could; if someone gets, like, less than 2 stars, it's bad, right? so a punishment, like, I don't know, buying drinks for all!" Mandy said. I thought she was dragging her words too much, trying to sound drunker than she actually was.

"No, honey, the idea is drink less, not more," Greg said. His slurred speech was less noticeable, but he was starting to show signs; we all were.

"Fuck it then, I don't know," she said and sat defeated in her stool. With her dramatics, her blouse moved, and one of her nipples got exposed, but she didn't feel it happen or just didn't care.

I gave Brad a look, and he nodded. We both knew what we wanted to happen.

"Ok, no more drinks then. What about…" I said, but the words got stuck in my throat. "Alright, I guess we are all thinking it, so I'm just going to say it: let's play strip karaoke."

No one dared to speak after that. Brad seemed frozen in place, and Mandy and Greg looked at each other for a few seconds until identical smirks formed on their faces.

—I was mesmerized by your boldness. I never thought you would go that far. Also, I was eyeing Mandy's wardrobe malfunction.

"We're game if you're game," Greg said.

Mandy stood up, fixed her top, and said, "Oh, my God, this is going to be so much fun! I'll go first!" 

Her demeanor changed; she no longer looked impaired by the alcohol and was speaking clearly. 

"Wait, darling, let's count pieces of clothing; otherwise, you could end up being the only one naked for a long while," Greg said.

She raised three fingers with a grin filling her face. "Top, skirt, and panties," she said as she kicked off her high heels.

I hesitated for a second but replied, "I have four, but I could take off my blouse and bra at the same time."

—You really should describe your outfit. Remember how I convinced you to wear a miniskirt and light, sleeveless blouse since it was a hot, humid night. What I could not convince you of was not to wear your granny panties.

"Or you could take off your bra now, so we'll be really even," Mandy said.

My logical brain seemed to be out for the night, because my hands immediately went under my skirt, and I lifted my butt from the couch slightly. My panties slid off my ass, and I pulled them off.

Brad took them off my hands and threw them into the garbage can near him.

—Finally I had a reason to dispose of that hideous thing.

"Three," I said and took off my shoes and socks.

Then it was the husband's turn. They looked at each other and said almost in unison, "Three." And we all shared a nervous laugh.

Mandy seemed more convinced than anyone else. She grabbed the iPad and picked a song. It was a Taylor Swift song, which she absolutely destroyed; not a single note was on key.

When she was done, a one-star rating flashed on the screen, and loud booing echoed in the small room. She took a bow and started laughing.

"I guess I lost! What should I take off? My top? Or my skirt?" she asked while she grabbed each piece of clothing.

No one dared reply, but Greg gave her a nod, and she slid her hands under her skirt and wiggled her hips.

"Good thing I wore panties today," she said as she slid her tiny red thong down. She stepped out of it without letting it go and then arranged her skirt; somehow she kept her decency through it all.

Mandy did her sexy walk towards the table; this time she went straight for my husband.

She placed her thong on the table, in front of Brad, and extended it neatly. Then she came close to him, and before doing anything, she turned to see me.

It took me a second to understand she was asking for my permission, so I nodded, and she planted a long kiss on his cheek before returning to Greg.

—It wasn't just the kiss, she whispered to my ear that she was dripping wet for me.

She sat on Greg's lap and started grinding on him. He turned to see me with seductive eyes before saying, "So, who's next? I think it should be one of you, and I know who I want to see up there, but we'll let you decide."

I wasn't sure what to do and looked at Brad. He must've seen the hesitation on my face, because he immediately said, "Sorry to disappoint you, Greg, but I think I'm next."

—You looked terrified, like a deer caught in the headlights.

Brad stood up, grabbed the iPad, and selected a song, then he grabbed Mandy's red thong from the table and hung it from the microphone.

He tried singing a Bon Jovi song, but the rating was relentless, one and a half stars.

—I figured that was the game now, singing badly so we'd have to get naked.

He took a bow, similar to what Mandy had done and locked eyes with me. He grabbed his shirt, and I shook my head, then he grabbed his pants, and I nodded.

"Ok, here I go," he said. I could see his nervousness, but he didn't back down.

He undid his pants and slid them off. Under his jeans he was wearing black boxers, and his chub was evident even from afar.

—I was fully hard when I got on the stage, but I was too nervous to keep it going.

Mandy cheered and clapped as Brad got off the stage, carrying his jeans over his shoulder.

"That was weird," he whispered to me.

"Alright! Greg comes next!" Mandy announced. She was still sitting on his lap, and he lifted her and put her down on her seat. When he stood up, his erection was evident, and he made no effort in hiding it.

He grabbed the iPad that was near me and tried to steal a glance up my skirt. I tried not to react in any way; I didn't try covering myself, but I didn't expose myself any further.

Greg gave me a sly smile and picked his song. It was by The Doors. We cheered for him, and the bastard actually sang it alright, better than he had the whole night.

He got three and a half stars and a small ovation from the speaker system. In the room he got a loud booing from the three of us.

When he tried walking off the stage, Mandy stopped him by saying, "That's bullshit; take something off, or we're done playing." 

Greg returned to the center of the stage. He looked at me, and my body once more went into autopilot. I leaned back on my seat and opened my legs. I wasn't sure if he could really see in the darkness. But the idea of him trying turned me on like crazy.

—It was way too dark for that, but I was going to fix it soon enough.

Mandy and Greg looked at each other, and he smiled. Then he turned to see me and slid his pants off slowly. He was wearing loose black boxers with pineapples printed all over them.

—So, you still haven't put it together?

When his pants dropped past his hips, I was in awe. He was fully erect; even under his colorful boxers, I could see it was longer than Brad's, pointing up and ready for the action. My nipples hardened under my bra, and I held my breath for a few seconds.

"You're up!" Mandy said to me, and I walked up the stage before Greg had a chance to step down. It was small enough that we had a somewhat awkward proximity moment when I walked past him.

—His boner definitely grazed your hips. I didn't expect to enjoy it so much.

I hadn't even picked a song, so Brad had to step in. I was alone on the stage, looking at my crowd of three. Mandy and Greg started making out, and she grabbed his hard cock. She started stroking it shamelessly but kept his penis under his boxers. His hand went under her skirt, and her round, perky butt peeked through. Too bad Brad was lost in the iPad right then.

"Let's keep this family friendly, please," I said to the microphone. I guess I must've sounded a bit harsh because the lovebirds stopped fooling around and turned to see me with a confused look. I blame it all on my nervousness.

Just before I could say some sort of apology, a Shakira song started, and I gave Brad a stern look. He knows I loathe singing her songs. I never hit one note right.

Still, I made an effort to be as sexy as possible through it all. Lifted my legs as much as my mini skirt allowed and I crouched a bunch of times, probably exposing myself.

—Yes, your pussy was on display every time. Greg's eyes bulged when he saw it, and Mandy went back to rubbing his cock. I was also caressing mine; the scene was way too hot not to.

I even undid a couple of buttons from my blouse, without taking it off. When the song ended I got a half star rating and the loudest booing from the system, but the loudest cheering from the crowd.

My nervousness had somewhat diminished after singing, and I felt confident enough to remove a piece of clothing.

"Take off your bra!" Mandy shouted from her seat. I saw that she was again grabbing Greg's cock.

"What do the guys say? I thought that Greg was an ass guy," I said.

"I'd love to see you without the bra," Greg said. He tried to sound calm, but his excitement seeped through.

Brad nodded, so I slipped both my bra straps down my arms and passed my hands through them. My right hand went behind my back and unclasped my brassiere. I felt my tits sag, and I pulled my bra down from under my blouse. It grazed my nipples as it slid, freeing my breasts. The soft fabric of my top felt heavenly on my hard nipples, and having my tits freed was always a blissful feeling.

I placed my bra over the microphone, where Mandy's thong was since Brad put it there.

"I think we're up for a change of mood," Brad said and played with the light switch until a yellowish light flooded the room.

—I just wanted to give your lovely areolas and nipples the right lighting so we could all enjoy them through the sheer fabric of your top.

As I walked off the stage, I felt everyone's eyes on me. I didn't know I had it in me, but I was loving the attention.

"Brad, can she come over for a second?" Mandy asked playfully.

"Sure, just try not to pervert her too much," Brad replied. That's when I noticed he was touching his boner through his boxers.

I walked over to where Greg and Mandy were. She grabbed my hand and guided it to Greg's crotch but let me make the final approach.

My mind raced at the idea of touching another man's cock in front of my husband. He was right there, he could stop me if he wanted, but he didn't. I didn't command my hand to move, but suddenly I was rubbing his cock over the fabric of his underwear. He was rock-hard and the heat coming from his cock made my pussy tingle; I was ready.

—Seeing my wife grabbing someone else's cock should have bothered me, but things were headed there inevitably. All I could think of was burying my face in Mandy's huge tits; that made me realize I wanted this as much as everyone else in the room.

"We have condoms, in case things get more serious," Mandy whispered. "Will you join me for my next song?"

She stood up and pulled my hand off Greg's cock and guided me to the stage.

"Greg, if you please?" Mandy said to the microphone and then turned to see me. "Follow my lead." Her hands went to my face, and she leaned in for a kiss, which I committed myself to. Our tongues intertwined and her alcoholic breath filled my mouth and nose. Her hands didn't linger on my face. She dropped them to the small of my back, and then she caressed my ass over my skirt.

"Oh, Greg is going to love your ass; I already do," she said as she squeezed my cheeks with her tiny hands.

—While you made out, something happened on the couch. I was mesmerized looking at you both when Greg approached me and grabbed the tablet. He asked me if I thought that was hot, and I said that I loved it. Then he asked if I was ok with us switching girls for a while. Even if I knew they were into it, and the night had been leading there, it took me by surprise. All I could muster was a soft "yeah, sure, if they're ok too."

"Do you want to sit with him after this song? And I could go with Brad. If that's something you'd like, I mean," Mandy asked in a whisper. I felt her hands under my skirt, grabbing my bare ass. I gasped when her nails scratched softly my skin.

"Yeah, we can try," I said and wondered what Brad would think of me making this choice for him. My best bet was that he would love it, but I didn't know for sure.

Shania Twain's "Man I Feel Like a Woman" started playing, and Mandy and I approached the mic to sing.

I'm not going to lie, we killed it. She led the choreography, and at the end of the song, both our tops were fully unbuttoned but still in place, and we had flashed our asses a few times to the crowd of two studs.

—Greg and I watched silently, and we both discreetly rubbed our cocks. I can say I was a little self-conscious doing it next to another guy, but he seemed not to have any issue with it.

We got a five-star rating, and a deafening cheer announced the perfect score. I turned to see Mandy, and she shrugged and dropped her top, revealing her gorgeous, massive tits; they must've been double D's at least. Her large pink areolas and big nipples called me to nibble on them.

Before I could react, she walked towards me and grabbed my blouse. She looked me in the eye, and I said, "Do it." 

She pulled my blouse down and exposed my breast. She held me tight, and our breasts moshed together. Her skin was warm, and I was sticky from sweat. I felt us sticking together as she kissed me passionately.

Her body heat, our mixed breath, Mandy's hands on my bare ass and the guys cheering on us did something in me. My mind stopped questioning and second guessing. I was not just horny, I was determined to have as much fun as I could, and everyone in the room seemed to be on the same tune.