Speaker 1: Hello, lovers, Welcome back to another steamy episode a Dear
Niggie where we deep dive into your fantasies, confessions, and
those burning questions about love, lust and everything in between.
I'm your host, Nikki, and today we've got some tantalizing
tales that explore desire, vulnerability, and the thrill of the unexpected.
Let's kick off a few teasers to wet that appetite.
A devoted husband wrestles with his sharing his wildess fantasies
with his beloved wife while opening up to lead to
ecstasy or awkwardness. A camp trip turns into a night
of uninhibited passion when a young woman finds herself at
the center of attention of three eager companions, and a
birthday surprise unfolds into an intimate spectacle where friends become
participants in a fantasy of watching and being watched. Stick
around because we're unpacking this and so so much more.
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flooding me with the heat that leaked out around him
in thick pulses. The second followed, grinding deep and spilling
so hard I felt every jet against my cervix. The
man in my mouth pulled out just to come across
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And now it's time for our Dear Nikki Advice segment.
This one comes from a listener who's been holding back
as desires. Let's check it out. Dear Nikki. Well, to
start off, I've been listening to your podcast for quite
some time now. I'm not sure if you'll read this,
but my fantasies are typical. I'm married. I have a
chubby wife who I love and adore, and I want
to experience everything with her, including BDSM role playing, and
I would love just to see her get fucked by
another man or woman. The problem that I'm having is
I don't know how to express my sexual desires with her.
She tells me about her fantasies and her desires, and
I do my best to fulfill them, but her desires
and fantasies don't really meet my fantasies, if that makes sense.
I don't want to tell her my desires and make
things awkward. So my question to you is how do
I go about trying to express myself? Joseph, Hello, Joseph,
how are you? You know? This is it's hard, but
I guess it's kind of sad in a way that
unless hers is quite simple, you know, to big buck
this way or that way or whatnot, you know, and
maybe that's the key there. But I'm wondering what's holding
you back? You know, And it is a very big deal.
Communication is the bedrock of any great relationship in great
sex life, but it can feel scary when fantasies don't
align perfectly. My advice if you're this nervous, like I said,
I would try the car thing where you know, you're
out of the house, out of the the realm, because
this does feel really, really shaky and scary for you.
So it sounds like you're kind of afraid of rejection
or whatnot. So I would do it in a first,
a neutral environment, and start small and build trust. Maybe
share a lighter fantasy first, like role playing over a
glass of wine, not while driving. Frame it's something exciting
to explore together, not quite a critique of what you
have you statements like I've been thinking about trying this.
It turns me on to imagine us in it. And
remember her responses might surprise you. I mean, think about
what it took for her to tell you. You never know,
she could be just as nervous as you. She could
be more open than you think. If it feels too daunting,
you can consider a couple's workshop, or you know, listening
to more podcasts like myself. But you know, if you're
ready to make that leap, I know a big thing
for me is cars driving. It really does have give
you that catholic confessional feel because you can focus, you
don't have to look directly and feel like you're interrogating
or putting them on the spot, and they don't feel interrogated,
So it really lose it removes that element that's always
a perfect solution for me. But your mileage may fairy.
What do you think, listeners? Have you ever held back
on a sharing a fantasy with your partner and what
finally gave you the courage to open up? And how
do you handle it when your desire doesn't perfectly match?
Do you compromise, explore separately, or find a middle ground?
You can always email me at NIGGI and Ikky at
Dearniggi dot com or on the website on dearniggy dot
com under the confessions tab, or you can even explore
our Discord channel. The link is below in the show notes,
so you can always DM me there and join our
private community in live shows at night alight. Before we
dive into our stories, here's a riddle to I'm soft
and wet and I often en up in your mouth
when am I? And as always, the answer is at
the end of the show. You know what time it is.
It's time to sit back, relax. Let's have a whiskey
with some filthy cherries, of course, and explore some moronic
fantasies from people just like you and me. Dear Nikki,
what I'm going to tell you about what happened a
while ago. To keep it simple, I was a girl
who had a lot of problems with guys who guess
are my type. I tend to let them use me
and what I'm writing about help me understand how much
I actually like it in a lot of ways. It
was a fun experience, but it does highlights how easily
suggestible I am around men, which led to bigger problems
as I got older. So one year ago I went
camping with two of my closest friends at the time.
They both had boyfriends in the same friend group, and
they were dragging me along, telling me to try to
hook up with one of the other guys. I had
nothing better to do that week end, and I couldn't
stand to be at home. There were five guys there
in total. Becca and Kelsie had taken the best of
the lot. I wasn't physically attracted to either of the
three eyes. They were overweight and lewed. I wasn't going
to just fuck one because Rebecca and Kelsey wanted me to.
I was pessed, but as the night went on I
had more beer, they started to wend me over enough
for me to let down my guard and have a
little fun with them. They were genuinely friendly, but very
rough around the edges. At one point, we were all
sitting round the fire. Kelsie and Becca were on their
boyfriend's laps. I first noticed that Kelsey's boyfriend had his
hands up under her jacket. He was being subtle, but
he was deftly touching her tits while we all sat
around the fire. I nearly blurted it out in front
of everyone, thinking it was hilarious that they thought they
could hide it instead. I turned to look at Becca
to see if she was aware of what was happening.
I couldn't catch her gaze, and that's when I noticed
her boyfriend's hand underneath her jacket between her legs. She
was rocking back and forth on his hand. I knew
they had been uncharacteristically silent. Normally they won't shut up.
That continued for maybe an hour. The three boys were
talking and I sat there awkwardly as my two friends
were getting fondled by their boyfriends. But at a certain point,
the other three realized what was happening too, and one
of the guys called it out. Everyone had a good laugh.
Instead of being embarrassed, Kelsey and Becca's boyfriends got more
bold after they were recognized. It was like they wanted
to show off to their friends. It progressed to the
point where Ekcca was sitting with her legs spread open
and the guy's lap while he rubbed her pussy over
her jeans. At the same time, Kelsey's boyfriend had his
hands underneath her pants. She was clearly having troubles staying quiet.
The conversation died out completely as all five guys were
focused on my friends. The sexual tension around the fire
was intense and I had no clue what was about
to happen. Kelsey decided it was too much when her
guy unzipped her jeans and put his hand between her legs.
She got up, re zipped her jeans and went to
the tent without saying anything, and he followed. Then the
other two left as well into another tent. This left
me by myself with three horny, drunk guys. I was
severely buzzed at this point and had little turned on too.
The silence broken when one of them asked me if
I wanted to sit on their lap. Then the three
of them started bantering over whose lap I would sit on,
saying they would have a battle royale for the privilege.
I laughed it off and said I would respect the
outcome of the battle. From there, I remember accepting lots
of drinks and getting sloppy drunk. I remember we could
hear Kelsey and Becca getting fucked for a couple hours.
Kelsey moaned quite loudly, as it was impossible to ignore.
Every time we heard a moan, one of the guys
would do their best to mimic the sound in an
obnoxious way. It was hilarious at the time. At one
point I decided to play along with the joke. When
one of the guys motioned to me on his lap
and spread my legs like Kelsey had done. Then I
let out a fake moan and the guy's roared laughing.
We had fun with it for a while before they
all decided to turn Now. I had a dilemma because
the two tints we bought were occupied by couples who
had been fucking for hours. For all I knew they
still were at it. The only other option was to
squeeze into the tin that already was overflowing with other guise.
I remembered announcing to them that I had no choice
but to sleep with them. As I unceremoniously dropped my
sleeping pad in between two of them and crawled in,
none of them objected. I was pressed between the two
of them. I don't think anyone had an inch of space.
I took a pillow from somewhere and took off my
pants from the sleeping bag, curled up and closed my eyes.
The fire was out, the lights were off, and I
couldn't see a fucking thing, but I know there were
multiple hands on me right away. One rested on my hip,
another on my shoulder. I thought it was fairly innocent,
after all, there was no room, an incidental touching would
be impossible to avoid. There was dead silence in the tent.
I was completely engulfed up to my nose in a
sleeping pad, and whoever had his hand the my hip
pulled me tight to him. My back pressed against him.
He kept a scrip on my hip when we stayed
slowly humping me through two sleeping bags. It was a
pretty weird feeling. I wouldn't have said anything because it
didn't want to leave the tint, and it wasn't big
enough deal to start a conversation over. Then someone spoke up,
are you just going to sleep fully clothed? I giggled, no,
my pants are off. Then someone pulled my sleeping bag
down and ran their hand along my bare leg. She's
telling the truth. Now. I felt a few different sets
of hands on my legs, and some of them wandered
toward my panties. This was the tipping point. I could
make a scene of it and leave for the night,
or I could try to have fun with it. I
chose fun spreading my legs for them. They took the
hint and I felt their touch become more aggressive. The
guy laying behind me sat up and pulled my shirt
over my head. Another set of hands and clipped my
braw Their hands were wandering all over my body. Now
someone was licking a nibble. My panties were off next
and replaced by a tongue. But someone interjected, let's fuck her,
and so they did. They put me in doggie with
one guy in front of me and the other behind.
I fucked and sucked like that for ages. The first
guy who was in me said he didn't want to
come in me, and they rotated so he could have
his dick suck and come on my face. A larger
cock replaced him in my mouth. This guy was more
aggressive and kept forcing himself into my throat and making
me gag. Eventually, the second guy that fucked me switched
for the same reason as the first. He wanted to
come on me, not in me. Up to this point,
I was still highly aware of what was happening and
very much in control of myself. The third guy changed
that he was so thick and fucked me rough the
way I liked it. He pulled my hair and slapped
my ass hard while he fucked me hard and fast.
I was moaning completely uninhibited now. When an orgasm finally
washed over my body, I collapsed from my position and
he flipped me on my back just kept pounding my
swollen pussy. He kept going like that until a second
orgasm washed over me, at which point he slowed his
thrusting and let out a grunt as he filled me
with cum. I was completely spent, fucked to exhaustion, come covered,
and come filled. I just lay there, soaking in their
comb and owed my own juices. I had thought it
was over time for sleep, but it was only just
the beginning. Some one climbed on to me for round two.
I was completely overwhelmed. He made me come a third
time on his cock before he emptied another load on
my tents. I don't know how long this went on,
but at least one or two of the guys must
have went for round three. Each time I was given
another load of come to wear, usually on my face.
When they were satisfied, I passed into sleep almost immediately.
I woke up feeling like a trash can. My mouth
was dry and sore, my pussy was sore and swollen,
my clothes reeked of smoke. I could hardly walk. I
never did find my panties the worst of it all.
The dry had come on my face and in my hair.
My head pounded. Nobody was up, so I got out,
fully nude, with my clothes bundles in my arms. I
quickly dressed and rooted around the camp site for water
to drink and clean myself up, but couldn't find anything.
There was no way I was waiting around for anyone
else to see me in that state, so I walked
home by myself. Kelsey and Becca heard what happened and
shamed me pretty hard for it. By the end of
the year, they were both broken up with their boyfriends,
and I never saw any of those guys again, and
I never forgot the freedom I felt with them, just
losing myself in being used for pleasure while getting my
own pleasure too. Brook. Whoo, that sounds like a very sexy,
sexy camping trip, and I'm very happy that it sounds
like it really released something in you, like you found
a different side of yourself. You know, I'm sorry for
the shame and your friends. But that's called jealousy. Sorry,
it is someone that can't just overlook that. That's jealousy.
I mean they were about to fucking public too so,
and they were letting their boyfriends do whatever things. Sounds
like they have a bit of I want to be
the centered center of attentionent itis. I would say, I
don't want you to focus on the shame of this
from your friends, they're gone in the past, but also
that unforgettable sense of freedom of surrender. I want you
to focus on that it's wrong in a reel and
it's you. But I have a question, Brook. Has this
experience shaped your boundaries and relationships since? Did it help
you embrace your suggestibility or did you work to change it?
And have you ever had this experience again? And to
my listeners, have you ever found yourself in a group
dynamic where the line between fun and overwhelm blurred? What
pulled you through it? Or what's the most unexpected place
you've let go and just embraced the moment. You know
how to reach me at Dearniki dot com under the
Confession stab and you can always email me at Nikki
at Nikky at Dearniki dot com. Dear Niki, I have
surprise for you. Amanda whispered this morning, her lips tracing
the shell of me ear as I lay half asleep.
Her hands slid down my stomach, her touch instantly vanishing
any remnants of sleep. A big one. I'd roll over,
pulling her on top. Yeah, like last year's surprise. She'd laughed,
her throat throaty, knowing the sound always made my blood
heat better. We're having guests tonight, Chris and Jennifer. I
knew them, of course, are best friends, the other half
of our favorite couple. We've shared countless dinners, vacations and secrets.
We'd even joked, after a few too many bottles of
wine about possibilities. Okay, I'd said, curiosity piqued, They're going
to help me give you a gift. Her eyes had
darkened with primal hunger that I'd never seen before, a
look that promised a complete unraveling. We're going to watch
watch what Her smile was wicked, A beautiful thing, you'll see.
The evening had started normally enough, dinner, exquisite wine, easy laughter,
but the air was thick with an unspoken tension, A
current of anticy. It's a patient that crackled between our
four of us. Looks that lasted a second too long,
casual touches lingered. It was Jennifer who finally broke the pretense.
She set her wineglass down in a decisive clink. Okay,
I can't stand the suspense anymore, Amanda, are we doing
this or what? Amanda stoock up took my hand and
led me to our bedroom. Chris and Jennifer followed. Their
presence not an instruction, but an essential part of the ritual.
The large, low lit room felt like a stage. Amanda
turned to me, her expression a mix of love and
sheer adulterated lust. Happy birthday, my love. For years, you've
whispered your deepest fantasy to me in the dark. Tonight
we make it real. We want to watch. Chris is
going to fuck you, and Jennifer and I are going
to enjoy the show. My jaws went slack. The fantasy,
my secret, shameful desire laid bare in front of our
closest friends. I looked at Chris, a tall, powerful built
man I trusted implicitly. He didn't leer or joke, He
just looked at me. With a respectful smoldering intensely, and
gave a single slow nod. Only if you want to,
he said, voice quiet, affirm this is your show. The consent,
so clearly stated, was the final key and unlocked everything. Yes, God, Yes.
Amanda and Jennifer settled into the large armchair in the corner,
a tap low of gorgeous eager voyeurs. Amanda's hand was
already slipping under the hem of Jennifer's dress. They were
here for their own pleasure too. Chris guided me to
the bed with a surprising tenderness. He produced a bottle
of slick cool lub, warming it between his fingers with
a practiced ease that was strangely comforting. His hands were
strong as he helped me onto my hands and knees,
positioning me with careful deliberation. He took his time, so
much time preparing me, his fingers slick, impatient, stretching me slowly,
coaxing my body to accept what was coming. Breathe, he murmured,
his thumb rubbing soothing circles on my lower back. Just breathe.
The memory of preparation, thad, heated, snapping me back to
the present, to the overwhelming. Now he was moving a slow,
deliberate withdrawal that made me gasp at the loss of fullness,
followed by a smooth, relentless push that stole my breath
all over again. Each thrust was a masterclass in control,
a building rhythm that was both punishing and perfect. I
dropped my forehead to the sheets, A low moan ripped
from my throat. The sensations were a whirlwind, the firm
grip of his hands on my hips, the slick, hot
slide of him inside me, the delicious friction that was
starting to spark a fire deep in my gut. Oh fuck, chriss,
I choked out the where it's muffled by my betting
from the chair, I heard soft, shared moan. I forced
my eyes open, turning my head to look. The sight
was nearly enough to make me come undone on the spot.
Amanda and Jennifer were tangled passionate mess. Amanda's dress was
open and Jennifer's mouth was on her breast, sucking deeply,
while Amanda's head was thrown back in ecstasy. Jennifer's hand
was working frantically between her own legs, her eyes locked
on me, on us, watching every movement, every expression of
pleasure strained on my face. They were getting off on this.
The acknowledge scent a shocking, powerful jolt of arousal straight
through me. Chris's pace began to quicken, his thrusts, losing
a fraction of their precision, gaining raw power. The sound
of our body's meeting skin, slapping against skin filled the
room and lewed percussion of sympathy to our moans. You
feel incredible, He growled his own control, fraying. One hand
left my hip and staked around my waist, his fingers
finding my cock, which achingly hard and dripping into the sheets.
He began to stroke me in time with his thrust,
a perfect, devastating counter rhythm. Pleasure erupted, a dual sighted
onslaught of shorts circuited my brain. There were no more thought,
only feeling the deep internal massage of his cock, the firm,
slick friction of his hand. It was too much, It
was everything. My eyes squeezed shut as a coil tight
and electric began to spiral uncontrollably in my core. I
was babbling nonsense words and please, begging for release, begging
for it never to end. That's it. Amanda purred from
across the room, her voice thick with her own pleasure.
Let go come for us. Chris's rhythm became frantic, piston like,
and I knew he was close. His grip tightened on me,
his breathing ragged roar in my ear. You're gonna come
for them, he gritted out, his voice, strained, You're going
to give them their own show. The coil snapped, white
hot ecstasy exploded through me, blinding and absolute. My body
sees back arching as I came in, hot pulsing streaks
over his hand and the rumbled sheets beneath me. A raw,
gout old cry was torn from my lungs. I sound,
I didn't even own recognize the intense clitching of my
own orgas, and triggered his with a final, deep, grinding thrust.
He buried himself to the hilt and stilled. A low
animal groan erupted from his chest as he found his
release inside me. Hot pulse of it, final shocking wave
of sensation. For a long moment, there was only the
sound of our heavy, ragged breathing. I collapsed on the bed,
completely spent, feeling boneless and utterly exposed. Chris carefully pulled out,
and the sudden emptiness was its own profound sensation. He
gently rolled me on to my side, his touch surprisingly affectionate.
I kept my eyes closed, drowning in the aftershocks. The
room was silent, then the rustling of clothing. George, George,
was there more to this? I'm just saying, Darcy's like, uh, hello, George.
You can't do that. That's not nice. You know the rules.
You broke the rules. Finish this because I kind of
want to know what the rest happen. You can't leave
the ladies out, saying, I'm thinking that I know where
that's going. Trust and consent here. I'm loving it. The
voyeuristic thrill with the ladies. It's a beautiful example of
turning a whispered fantasy into reality with care. And for
those sitting on the fence, you know on how to
give it to your partner. This is the way they've
put it out there. I think this. If they're sitting
on the fence and they're not sure the person receiving,
I should say they want it, but they don't know
how to pull it. Sometimes it does take one of
us that are in charge to pull that trigger, and
this is exactly if my partner wanted to do something
exactly what I would do. What was the aftermath like
for your relationships with Chris and Jennifer? Did it bring
you all closer or create a new dynamic? And how
did you process that unraveling feeling afterward? I'm betting you
were on cloud nine for at least a hot minute,
right And to those listening, have you ever involved friends
in your intimate life? What made it work or what
would you warn others about? Or what's a fantasy that
you've shared that surprised you when it became real? You
know how to get a hold of me, right, of
course you do. You're here all right, lovers. As we
wrap up this episode, let's reflect on what we've heard
from today. From Joseph's question, we learned that the power
of vulnerability in communication. Holding back might feel safe, but
sharing desires can deepen intimacy if done with empathy and timing.
Brookstail reminds us that exploration can reveal hidden parts of ourselves,
but it's crucial to navigate consent and aftercare, especially in
a group settings, to avoid regret. And Birthday Adventure shows
us how trust and clear boundaries can turn a fantasy
into bonding experience, emphasizing that pleasure thrives on mutual respect.
Oh and your riddle, I'm soft and wet and I
often end up in your mouth. What am I? It's candy?
Of course you're dirty or yet I know. I kind
of thought that one was dirty too, but I loved it.
What about you? Ending closing? Hello, lover, why don't we
go explore each other with trusted friends like in that
birthday surprise? Maybe something different? I have scuple in mind.
May two couples? What do you think I really want
to know? And until next time, ladies and gentlemen, keep
those confessions coming and remember on your desires. This is
Nicky signing off