Speaker 1: Ni, Welcome to Dear Nikki, and welcome to the final
Speaker 1: Dear Niki of twenty twenty five. It's New Year's Eve.
Speaker 1: This champagne is chilling, the light so low, and you
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Speaker 1: handed her a hall pass when his body couldn't keep up.
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Speaker 1: work with before we dive in. I've got a question
Speaker 1: from a listener who wrote in this week. Hey, Nikki,
Speaker 1: my wife and I have been together twelve years. Lately
Speaker 1: we've been fantasizing about her sleeping with another man while
Speaker 1: I watch or wait for details afterwards. We're both excited
Speaker 1: by the idea, but nervous about actually taking the first step.
Speaker 1: How do we find someone safe, respectful, and actually attractive?
Speaker 1: Apps feel scary, bars feel random. Any advice from you
Speaker 1: or your listeners on how to dip the toe in
Speaker 1: without regretting it? I know that I actually get this
Speaker 1: question a lot actually, and I always say in this case,
Speaker 1: it's always better in numbers. So go to a local munch,
Speaker 1: a meet and greet somewhere where there's other things going on.
Speaker 1: I met was at a party once with a group,
Speaker 1: and he was telling me how he gets newbies involved
Speaker 1: as like the bowling alley thing that they actually show
Speaker 1: they do other things besides just flirt and slap, so
Speaker 1: it would be a nice feeling. And there are apps
Speaker 1: out there, but I've actually found it better for like
Speaker 1: in groups, like you can like if you know someone
Speaker 1: that sometimes we start over. Sometimes in Facebook our app
Speaker 1: stages or Twitter, Instagram, not really Instagram, but Twitter and Facebook.
Speaker 1: There are groups out there that are in the local
Speaker 1: area or that you can just get out. And I
Speaker 1: know on Facebook you can ask anonymously. I'm part of
Speaker 1: some groups and I've seen tons of anonymous questions go
Speaker 1: in and you can hear all kinds of voices, which
Speaker 1: is great. And actually going to an event, you know,
Speaker 1: and you guys know, I've been to event plans this
Speaker 1: year yet, but I've been to plenty of meet and
Speaker 1: greets to know that even me being not a swinger,
Speaker 1: being able to talk to those people and just hear
Speaker 1: the stories. I think that's a good way to start,
Speaker 1: you know, because then you'll know if you guys are
Speaker 1: ready or you're just dipping your toe into it without
Speaker 1: you know, any major damage done or could damage be.
Speaker 1: I should say, it's kind of like trying food for
Speaker 1: the first time. You take a little bit to try,
Speaker 1: and then if you want more, you go for more,
Speaker 1: and if you're not ready, maybe you just do a
Speaker 1: little more. You know, you're just kind of yeah, maybe
Speaker 1: I need to have that again, or you know, or
Speaker 1: clone or perfume anything like that. Right, So I suggest
Speaker 1: instead of just jumping and plunging into the deep end
Speaker 1: and being completely nervous and in just not working, I
Speaker 1: suggest you go out and find some like minded people
Speaker 1: like yourself and see where it goes. You don't have
Speaker 1: to do anything at these events, but it's nice to
Speaker 1: connect to other couples and it meets some friends or
Speaker 1: even just like minded people, and you'll hear their ups
Speaker 1: and downs. But that's where I would take this and now,
Speaker 1: because it's become a tradition on the show, or at
Speaker 1: least stay staple. Here's your New Year's Eve, dirty sounding
Speaker 1: redtal listen close I'm long and hard when I'm young,
Speaker 1: but I soften with age and repeated use. You grip
Speaker 1: me tight in your hand, slim me back and forth
Speaker 1: until I spit. I leave a dark mark wherever I go.
Speaker 1: Sometimes wives hand me to strangers so they can sign
Speaker 1: their name on their skin for their husbands to see later.
Speaker 1: When am I think about it, I'll give you the
Speaker 1: answer at the end of the show. And yes, it's
Speaker 1: clean well coming for me mostly to night. We're kicking
Speaker 1: off with a classic hot wife tale that's been running
Speaker 1: for years. A traveling life, a simple rule, a phone call,
Speaker 1: a sharpie, and a husband at home losing his mind
Speaker 1: in the very best way. So light those candles, pour
Speaker 1: something strong, and let's ring in twenty twenty six, the
Speaker 1: Dear Niggie Way, unfiltered, unashamed, and unbelievably turned on. So
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Speaker 1: just like you and me, Dear Nigie. I've been a
Speaker 1: quiet listener for years, always tuning in late at night
Speaker 1: when the house is asleep. Your show has made me
Speaker 1: feel less alone in some of my secret thoughts. So
Speaker 1: to night, on Decemmer twenty ninth, twenty twenty five, I
Speaker 1: decided to finally ride in and confess something I've never
Speaker 1: told a single soul, not my girl friend's, not even
Speaker 1: my husband, in full detail. This happened back in twenty nineteen,
Speaker 1: and it's still the hottest, most forbidden memory I carry.
Speaker 1: I was thirty eight then married eighteen years to a
Speaker 1: wonderful man of six years older than me. We had
Speaker 1: two great kids, a solid life, and I loved him deeply,
Speaker 1: still do more than ever. But around the time he
Speaker 1: turned forty three, his body started betraying him. D crept
Speaker 1: in and no matter what we tried, sex became rare
Speaker 1: and well unsatisfying For me. I'd hit my sexual prime,
Speaker 1: and I was aching for the kind of deep, hard
Speaker 1: fucking that I hadn't felt in years. One night, I
Speaker 1: sat him down, tears in my eyes and told him
Speaker 1: how frustrated I was. I expected anger or hurt, but
Speaker 1: he just held me and said, you deserve pleasure. If
Speaker 1: I gave you a hale pass, just once or as
Speaker 1: many times as you need, would you still come home
Speaker 1: to me? Would you still be mine? I cried harder,
Speaker 1: told him that I'd never leave him and that he
Speaker 1: was my heart. He kissed my forehead and said, then
Speaker 1: go find what you need, baby, I want you to
Speaker 1: be happy. That night, he went to sleep early, and
Speaker 1: I stayed up, mind racing. Where would I even find
Speaker 1: some one? I didn't want apps or bars, too risky.
Speaker 1: I ended up on my phone scrolling porn to take
Speaker 1: the edge off. One video stopped me cold. Young guys
Speaker 1: fuck older women hardcore. Watching that strong, eager, twenty something
Speaker 1: pound a curvy woman my age senseless, I came harder
Speaker 1: than I had in years. Right then I knew I
Speaker 1: wanted a younger man. I wanted that energy, that stamina,
Speaker 1: that big hard cock that would rack me in the way.
Speaker 1: It took me five months before the opportunity knocked. Mid July,
Speaker 1: I was at my girlfriend's Lisa's house for wine and
Speaker 1: mom talk with a few friends. Lisa got a gorgeous pole,
Speaker 1: but the only one working bathroom inside. The other was
Speaker 1: being remodeled. Nature called, but one of the girls got
Speaker 1: hit with a stomach bug and camped in there. Lisa
Speaker 1: told me to use the pool house bathroom. I had
Speaker 1: it out back and noticed the pool water still rippling,
Speaker 1: like someone had just climbed out, but I didn't think
Speaker 1: much of it. I opened the poolhouse bathroom door fast,
Speaker 1: too fast, and there he was Lisa's twenty year old son, Andrew,
Speaker 1: fresh from a swim, completely naked, toweling off. My eyes
Speaker 1: went straight to his clock, even solved. It was hung
Speaker 1: long and thick, heavier than anything I had ever seen.
Speaker 1: I stared for a solid three seconds before slamming the
Speaker 1: door shut, muttering sorry. He opened a crack, smiling and
Speaker 1: said it's okay, Miss Shelley Eipede, who went back to
Speaker 1: wine and acted normal. But that image burned into my brain.
Speaker 1: My husband was out of town that night, and I
Speaker 1: laid in bed replaying it. Andrew young heavy cock, the
Speaker 1: way it swayed. I touched myself until I soaked the sheets,
Speaker 1: whispering his name, even though I knew it was wrong.
Speaker 1: He was my friend's son. The next day, I messaged
Speaker 1: him on Facebook, just casual at first. We talked for weeks.
Speaker 1: He promised not to tell his mom. Then he confessed
Speaker 1: he been crushing on me since he was younger. He
Speaker 1: jerked off watching me swim with his mom, loving my
Speaker 1: thick legs, big double d tips, and my soft tummy.
Speaker 1: The way my swimsuit hugged my fat ass. He said,
Speaker 1: he adored every curve of my full blown mom bod.
Speaker 1: I was floored and instantly wet. I asked what we
Speaker 1: should do about it? He said, invite me over the
Speaker 1: next time your husband's away. I checked the calendar, saw
Speaker 1: an upcoming business trip, and invited him for a whole weekend.
Speaker 1: I couldn't believe the words coming out of my mouth.
Speaker 1: The weekend arrived, Andrew showed up with an overnight bag
Speaker 1: like it was the most normal thing I cooked for him.
Speaker 1: We talked, laughed, night fell He showered, then walked in
Speaker 1: in just boxers, his bug cock pushing against the fabric
Speaker 1: out in the mouth watering bulge. He caught me staring
Speaker 1: and grinned everything. Okay, miss Shelley, mind if I walk
Speaker 1: around like this? I told him he could walk around
Speaker 1: naked if he wanted. I showered, but on tiny shorts
Speaker 1: that let my ass cheeks peek out in a thin
Speaker 1: tank that hugged my brawlis tits. We watched a movie
Speaker 1: he picked one I loved, then started rubbing my feet
Speaker 1: with those strong young hands When it ended, he looked
Speaker 1: me dead in the eye and said, how don't we
Speaker 1: go upstairs, miss Shelley. I took his hand and led
Speaker 1: him to the bedroom I share with my husband. He
Speaker 1: looked at her king bed and said, so this is
Speaker 1: where you sleep with your husband, but when I'm here,
Speaker 1: this is where I fuck you. My pussy flooded. He
Speaker 1: laid me down, kissed me slow, indeed, and told me
Speaker 1: he dreamed of this for years. His fingers slipped into
Speaker 1: my panties. God, you're so tight, I laughed. My husband's
Speaker 1: on the smaller side. Nothing like what I saw in
Speaker 1: the pool house. He grinned and said, then you never
Speaker 1: had a really big dick. I whispered, not yet. He
Speaker 1: stripped me, slow, worshiped my heavy tits, sucked on my
Speaker 1: nipples until I was squirming. Then he flipped me on
Speaker 1: to my stomach, pulled up my hips, arched my back,
Speaker 1: and buried his face between my cheeks. He lit my
Speaker 1: pussy deep, then, without asking, spread me and tucked my ass.
Speaker 1: I never felt anything like it, I moaned into the
Speaker 1: pillow like a teenager. I turned over and pulled out
Speaker 1: that gorgeous cock, thick, long, rock hard and gave him
Speaker 1: the sloppiest, most eager blow job of my life. I
Speaker 1: could barely fit half, but I worked him until he
Speaker 1: was groaning. Then he spooned me from hind, slid in bare,
Speaker 1: and stretched me wide, every vein every ridge. I felt
Speaker 1: it all. His hip slammed against my ass, powerful or lineless.
Speaker 1: His hand squeezed my tits, and the other slid down
Speaker 1: in first time. Other pushed a finger in my ass
Speaker 1: while he fucked me. I came hard, clinching around him,
Speaker 1: and seconds later he throbbed and exploded, pumping rope after
Speaker 1: rope deep inside me. I felt every pulse. And that
Speaker 1: was just round one. He fucked me five times on
Speaker 1: Saturday alone, harder and dirtier each time, Missionary doggy me,
Speaker 1: riding him until my thighs burned, my mouth, my ass. Yes,
Speaker 1: he took that too, slow and careful, until I begged
Speaker 1: for more. By Sunday night, every hole was sore, claimed
Speaker 1: dripping with him. I'd never been used so thoroughly. He lest.
Speaker 1: Sunday evening, we hugg good by like nothing wild had happened.
Speaker 1: I've never had him again. Just that one secret weekend,
Speaker 1: my husband came home. I greeted him with fresh sheets
Speaker 1: and a huge smile, and our marriage stayed rock solid.
Speaker 1: He never asked for details, just help me tighter, knowing
Speaker 1: I was satisfied. Nikki. I know most stories have the
Speaker 1: husband watching, but mine was sollow and it was a
Speaker 1: perfect that way. I got the young and hung lover
Speaker 1: I craved kept the man I love and carry the filthiest,
Speaker 1: sweetest memories that still make me wet six years later.
Speaker 1: Ladies in open minded husbands, if you're in your prime
Speaker 1: and your partner can't quite keep up, talk really talk,
Speaker 1: you might be surprised how much love can stretch. Thanks
Speaker 1: for letting me finally say it out loud. Call me,
Speaker 1: Miss Shelley. If you read this, you're devoted listener, a
Speaker 1: very grateful and still very married wife. Well, hello, Miss Shelley,
Speaker 1: how are you? Something like this is very big, and
Speaker 1: I agree with you, Miss Shelley, to talk, really talk.
Speaker 1: It's not meant for everybody. It can get messy and complicated,
Speaker 1: and I hate to bring the world, real world into
Speaker 1: if I can talk today, but it is what it is.
Speaker 1: It can and it can take time for that decision
Speaker 1: to be made. I'm glad you took yours. You just
Speaker 1: kind of kind of just fell into your lap. I mean,
Speaker 1: not many ov of us get to open and pool
Speaker 1: house doores to find a sexy tell me something year
Speaker 1: old stud or stud out there. Yeah, so here's my question. Now,
Speaker 1: even still very very long ago, are you still masturbating
Speaker 1: to it? And did you ever tell the full details?
Speaker 1: Did your husband? I mean, did he ever ask questions
Speaker 1: or does he like maybe? I mean, even though it's
Speaker 1: a it sounds like it's a set unset thing. And
Speaker 1: I'm wondering if he gets off to it in some
Speaker 1: way when he can get the juices flowing in his
Speaker 1: own time. I wondered if that drives it a bit.
Speaker 1: And you know that, Miss Shelley, you're in the studs
Speaker 1: spank bank. Even to this day, I can guarantee you are.
Speaker 1: He's probably maybe even called a fun sex line and
Speaker 1: told someone all about it. Those calls were quite frequent
Speaker 1: in my day on the line. So yeah, I do
Speaker 1: think that it you're still in his bank bank. Ladies
Speaker 1: and gents, if you had a home pass right, we're
Speaker 1: in open relationship and you were at somebody's house and
Speaker 1: the door just fell open or you stumbled into the
Speaker 1: wrong room or whatever the situation is. Wud you. Yeah,
Speaker 1: I don't know if he would be younger in my story,
Speaker 1: but we all know what happens here, right, It's the
Speaker 1: yes for me. If he's silver Fox, that is dear
Speaker 1: nigh happy news. I'm sitting here with a glass of
Speaker 1: Champaigne reflecting on the wildest New Year's memory of my
Speaker 1: wife than I had ever had. It actually happened a
Speaker 1: few years ago, right around the corner from New Year's
Speaker 1: our twenty fifth wedding anniversary trip to Thailand in late December.
Speaker 1: We planned it as a once in a lifetime celebration
Speaker 1: island hop it around Fucket, and it turned into something
Speaker 1: we never expected. We're both in our early fifties now.
Speaker 1: Jane and I have always had a great sex life,
Speaker 1: but in twenty five years we'd never been with anyone else,
Speaker 1: not once. We weren't looking for anything crazy. We just
Speaker 1: wanted sun, sea and each other. One night we ended
Speaker 1: up in a small expat town on the east coast
Speaker 1: of Fucket. We wandered into the roadside beer bar, newish place,
Speaker 1: no bar, girls, just locals foreigners having drinks. There was
Speaker 1: even a dance ball in the middle of nobody was using.
Speaker 1: As the night got later, people started drifting away, and
Speaker 1: this attractive couple came over to introduce themselves, Nick and Tracy.
Speaker 1: They were maybe late forties, fit, tanned, super friendly, and
Speaker 1: had moved out to fuck it full time a couple
Speaker 1: of years earlier. We chatted near the front of the bar.
Speaker 1: Tracy was flirty in that fun, harmless way, and Nick
Speaker 1: was easy going. Eventually, Nick wandered down to a quieter
Speaker 1: end of the bar, still in sight. Jane got a
Speaker 1: little bored with my deep conversation about expat life, so
Speaker 1: we went over to talk about him. About twenty minutes later,
Speaker 1: I glanced across the room and saw Jane standing close
Speaker 1: to Nick, shifting her weight, kind of squirming. If I
Speaker 1: didn't know better, I'd have sworn he'd put his hand
Speaker 1: up her skirt. I caught her eye and smiled. She
Speaker 1: looked flushed, but didn't pull away. Then Tracy announced she
Speaker 1: needed the bathroom and headed around back. Jane rushed over
Speaker 1: to me, eyes wide, whispering, they's swingers and yes, he
Speaker 1: was fingering me right there at the ball. I nodded
Speaker 1: toward the bathroom and said, go talk to Tracy. My
Speaker 1: heart was pounding. I walked back there just as Tracy
Speaker 1: came out. I stopped her told her what Jane said.
Speaker 1: She smiled and didn't deny it, and asked if we'd
Speaker 1: ever played with another couple. Instead of answering with words,
Speaker 1: I leaned in and kissed her. She kissed back hard,
Speaker 1: grabbing my hand and pushed it straight down the front
Speaker 1: of her shorts. No panties. She was already soaked. I
Speaker 1: slid a finger along her lips, than inside, whose shoe
Speaker 1: was warm, dripping already. We heard footsteps and jumped apart,
Speaker 1: straightening clothes, just in time. It was only Jane, Thank god.
Speaker 1: The three of us had a quick, exciting whisper chat.
Speaker 1: Tracy asked if we wanted to come back to their apartment.
Speaker 1: We looked at each other, hearts racing, and said yes.
Speaker 1: Half hour later we were back in their place. The
Speaker 1: bedroom was small, cozy. Nick didn't waste time. He had
Speaker 1: Jane on the bed in minutes, skirts up, nickers off,
Speaker 1: fingers working her again, and I took it slower, with
Speaker 1: Tracy and dressing her piece by piece, Her doing the
Speaker 1: same to me, stropped her knees and took me deep
Speaker 1: into her mouth, hot wet, taking almost my full length.
Speaker 1: I thought I was going to lose it right there.
Speaker 1: I glanced over and saw Nick had Jane's legs spread wide,
Speaker 1: fingering her hard. Suddenly she started squirting. Fluid sprang everywhere,
Speaker 1: soaking his hand and the sheets. Jane's escort her when
Speaker 1: she's really turned on, but I rarely seen it that intense.
Speaker 1: I couldn't wait any longer. I lifted Tracy, bent her
Speaker 1: over the edge of the bed right next to them,
Speaker 1: sprat her legs, ran my fingers through her soak pussy,
Speaker 1: then slid inside her in one slow push. She gasped outloud.
Speaker 1: We were both facing Jane and Nick, watching them while
Speaker 1: I started thrusting deep. Tracy's moans got louder and louder,
Speaker 1: until she came hard, squirting all over my cock and thighs,
Speaker 1: warm fluid running down both of us. That pushed me
Speaker 1: over the edge. I pumped faster her, then buried myself
Speaker 1: deep and unloaded inside her, coming harder than I ye
Speaker 1: had in years. We collapsed together, my cock still inside her,
Speaker 1: her pussy pulsing. I kept rubbing her clip and she
Speaker 1: squirted again, gushing over my hand. Meanwhile, poor Nick had
Speaker 1: too much alcohol, couldn't get hard at all. Jane was frustrated.
Speaker 1: She really wanted to feel a new clock inside her.
Speaker 1: That night, they finished with just hands. We all dressed
Speaker 1: and set our warm goodbyes and headed back to our hotel.
Speaker 1: On the walk home, Jan and I couldn't stop laughing
Speaker 1: and talking about how surreal it was. The second our
Speaker 1: hotel room clicked shut, I threw her on the bed,
Speaker 1: yanked her nickers off, and slid into her. She was
Speaker 1: still swollen and wet from everything. We fucked like teenagers
Speaker 1: were claiming each other, both buzzing from the night Nikki.
Speaker 1: We went into that trip a complete blea monogamous couple
Speaker 1: celebrating twenty five years. We came out having shared our
Speaker 1: first and so far only experience with another couple. Totally spontaneous,
Speaker 1: totally consensual, totally hot. It didn't hurt us. If anything,
Speaker 1: it brought us closer. We still talk about it when
Speaker 1: we want to get each other worked up. Tracy and
Speaker 1: Nick became a sexy secret memory we carry into every
Speaker 1: new year. So here's to twenty twenty six, maybe full
Speaker 1: of surprises, trust and pleasure for everyone listening thanks for
Speaker 1: giving us a safe place to confess. Nikki, Happy New Year.
Speaker 1: You're a longtime listener, a very satisfied and still married man. Well, hello,
Speaker 1: very satisfied. How are we before we because I have questions?
Speaker 1: But you should know that not all countries allow swinging
Speaker 1: or experimenting outside your marital conviction. So please, if we
Speaker 1: we are going to go to countries, make sure we
Speaker 1: rate up on the sex laws before we go. Don't
Speaker 1: quote me, and I could be wrong. I heard it
Speaker 1: from another podcast that travel the world doing these things,
Speaker 1: and I think that's one of the countries, but I
Speaker 1: could be wrong. So again, if we are going to
Speaker 1: travel to some of these Asian exotic areas, please read
Speaker 1: the rules. Their prisons are not as cozy as ours,
Speaker 1: and ours aren't somewhere I want to have a day
Speaker 1: beach vacation at so do that because I really don't
Speaker 1: want to lease you guys as a listener. I don't
Speaker 1: know if to let you listen to me in prison,
Speaker 1: and do you want to listen to me in prison?
Speaker 1: I don't know. That's a place. I don't know if
Speaker 1: you're listening to me in prison, let me know. I
Speaker 1: really do want to know okay, I have so many questions.
Speaker 1: You know, you got to talk. I guess you know.
Speaker 1: It's it's it's interesting to me how couples will have
Speaker 1: that look, that look of what's the word I'm looking
Speaker 1: for her trust? But it's a non verbal okay, And
Speaker 1: you do get that with any kind of relationship, even
Speaker 1: be friendship, you know over the years where you do
Speaker 1: all you have to do is look and no, yeah,
Speaker 1: and you're like, yeah, they're okay with this. If you
Speaker 1: got nonverbal Q, would you go for it? I don't
Speaker 1: know if I would the first time I am. I
Speaker 1: am one of those that kind of have to be reassured,
Speaker 1: especially if we have never talked about it, and I
Speaker 1: you know, I would have to have the yeah, go
Speaker 1: for it, you know, but I think I but we have,
Speaker 1: so I think I would know that non verbal QUE.
Speaker 1: Have you ever been in a bar ladies and been fingered?
Speaker 1: I haven't and I've never been to fuck it. I
Speaker 1: hope I pronounced that town right, I really did. If not,
Speaker 1: fuck it, I'm sorry I had to. Yeah. If you
Speaker 1: go to a bar got fingered while your partner flirted
Speaker 1: with their partner, I want to know, and would you
Speaker 1: do it. I'm on the fence on this one because
Speaker 1: it was really hot and I want to say us so.
Speaker 1: I don't know, I would have to be there in
Speaker 1: the moment, but yeah, probably us. Dear Nikki, Happy almost Nars.
Speaker 1: I'm sitting in a quiet house. My wife is taking
Speaker 1: a nap after last night's late celebration. The holidays have
Speaker 1: me feeling reflective. I figured there's no better time than
Speaker 1: right now, right at the edge of a brand new year,
Speaker 1: to finally confess what happened the weekend before last. It
Speaker 1: is the wildest, most unexpected thing that's ever happened in
Speaker 1: our eight year marriage, and honestly, neither of us have
Speaker 1: ever been with anyone else before that night. My wife,
Speaker 1: Emily is twenty nine, tiny, five one, one hundred and
Speaker 1: eighteen pounds, shoulder lings, brown hair, my kind of natural
Speaker 1: beauty that turns heads without trying. I'm thirty eight and
Speaker 1: my best friend since high school. J J is also
Speaker 1: thirty eight. We've known each other forever. Emily met him
Speaker 1: and his ex wife through me back when we were dating.
Speaker 1: JJ moved out of state years ago, but he still
Speaker 1: comes through town on business every now and then and
Speaker 1: crashes at our place for the weekend. He's always been respectful,
Speaker 1: never cross the line, but he's never hidden how attractive
Speaker 1: he finds Emily. Over the years, he's told me things like, man,
Speaker 1: you're so fucking lucky, or I can't even imagine what
Speaker 1: it'd be like to have someone as hot as your wife.
Speaker 1: I've caught him looking, especially when she's in tight jeans
Speaker 1: or yoga pants, but it's always just appreciation, never creepy.
Speaker 1: He went through a brutal divorce last year and we
Speaker 1: hadn't seen him since. He still wears his wedding ring
Speaker 1: even though it's over. That's the back story. He rolled
Speaker 1: into town on the weekend before last. His birthday was
Speaker 1: that Saturday. We gave him the guest room as usual.
Speaker 1: Friday night, we went out to dinner, had drinks. Emily
Speaker 1: drove sticking the two glasses like always back home, JAJ
Speaker 1: and I kept drinking and talking. I teased him out
Speaker 1: his birthday present, a nice engraved knife we'd actually bought him.
Speaker 1: He laughed and then pretty drunk blurted out, oh, I
Speaker 1: don't know, maybe a night with your hot wife. We
Speaker 1: all cracked off. He waved it off and said, can't
Speaker 1: blame mcgrant ie from dreaming and then stumbled off to bed.
Speaker 1: The next afternoon, we gave him the knife and the cake.
Speaker 1: He loved both hugged his tight. He had a business
Speaker 1: to handle that afternoon, so he left for a few hours.
Speaker 1: While I was gone, Emily and I started joking about
Speaker 1: what he said the night before. I half jokingly said
Speaker 1: it'd be hilarious to brank him, pretend she's going to
Speaker 1: give him herself for his birthday. She laughed, but then
Speaker 1: said it'd be cruel to tease a guy who had
Speaker 1: been through so much. I agreed. Then maybe ten minutes later,
Speaker 1: she got quiet and said, what if we did it
Speaker 1: for real? I froze, Are you kidding? She shrugged, cheek's pink.
Speaker 1: I mean, he's been through a hell of a divorce
Speaker 1: and I've always thought he was really good looking. What
Speaker 1: do you think? At first? I said no way, but
Speaker 1: the idea warmed its O Hayenne, the thought of seeing
Speaker 1: j J's face when she walked in, the shock, and yeah,
Speaker 1: if I'm honest, the twisted thrill of giving her to
Speaker 1: him for one night. We talked it through carefully, and
Speaker 1: she said she'd only do it if I was one
Speaker 1: hundred percent. Okay, we agreed. Once it started, she had
Speaker 1: to finish. No bailing Cottamn talk made me tense, but
Speaker 1: she hates them. J J hasn't dated since the divorced.
Speaker 1: We figured he's clean, sattin, she's on the pill. I
Speaker 1: swallowed hard and said, okay, no condom. That night, he
Speaker 1: came back around seven eight with us, and then said
Speaker 1: he was hitting the gem. While he was gone, Emily
Speaker 1: took a long bath, shaved everything smooth, did her hair
Speaker 1: and a little make up, and waited our bedroom in
Speaker 1: a robe. JJ got back at nine, showered, came downstairs
Speaker 1: and boxers. We talked a bit. He asked where Emily was.
Speaker 1: I said she had essential baths and gone to bed early.
Speaker 1: He grinned, tut'res so lucky. Round ten. I said good night,
Speaker 1: and he added to his guest room. Our salt lamp
Speaker 1: in there gives just enough warm light to see silhouettes.
Speaker 1: I went to get Emily. She dropped her nightgown, stood
Speaker 1: naked for a second, then slipped on the robe. I
Speaker 1: asked one last time she was sure. She nodded. I
Speaker 1: warned her. J J had always bragged about big nine
Speaker 1: inches and I had seen it in the locker room.
Speaker 1: He wasn't lying. She laughed nervously, took a sip of water,
Speaker 1: and said, okay, let's go. I walked her down the hall.
Speaker 1: She hung a back a step. I knocked, Hey, j
Speaker 1: j Yeah, come in. I stepped inside. Emily has one
Speaker 1: more birthday present for you. She walked in, stood in
Speaker 1: front of him. He was sitting on the bed. Untied
Speaker 1: the belt and let the rope fall. She was completely bare.
Speaker 1: Jejay's jaw dropped. He looked at me, then at her,
Speaker 1: and me again. No way, you guys are fucking with me.
Speaker 1: Quit messing around. She didn't say a word. Jes pushed
Speaker 1: him back on the bed and yanked his boxers off.
Speaker 1: He was already raw, hard, honestly nine inches thick. I
Speaker 1: fumbled my phone on to the dresser, propped it against
Speaker 1: the vase, and hit record. She climbed on, kissing him,
Speaker 1: sliding down on to him slowly. I asked, believe it now.
Speaker 1: He couldn't really talk any more. He just moaned. She
Speaker 1: wrote him the whole time, maybe thirty minutes. He came
Speaker 1: inside her three times. Her moans were raw, real, nothing
Speaker 1: but porn. I couldn't handle it. I stepped out of
Speaker 1: the room maybe ten seconds in, and then again a
Speaker 1: couple more times. It was overwhelming to hear her like that,
Speaker 1: so into it. Near the end, I came back in.
Speaker 1: Right after I walked through the door, he came in
Speaker 1: her again. You could hear it in her gasp. When
Speaker 1: it was over, she climbed off, seeming running down her
Speaker 1: legs all the way to her feet. I've never seen
Speaker 1: anything like that. She looked back to him, smiled softly,
Speaker 1: and said, Happy birthday. Jay. I met her in the hall.
Speaker 1: She was shaky, exhausted. We went to a room, she showered,
Speaker 1: and we crashed. She promised we'd have our time in
Speaker 1: a few days when she's recovered. The next morning, we
Speaker 1: all acted Norman breakfast, so I'll talk. He leapt early
Speaker 1: for his drive home. It was surreal, Nikky. We've been
Speaker 1: faithful to each other for eight years. Neither of us
Speaker 1: had ever been with anyone else. This just happened. It
Speaker 1: wasn't planned for months. He came out of one drunken
Speaker 1: joke and moment of boldness. I'm still processing it. Jealousy, arousal, pride,
Speaker 1: all mixed together. Emily says she's glad we did it,
Speaker 1: that it felt good to make Ja Jay feel wanted
Speaker 1: after everything he'd been through. She also said the size difference,
Speaker 1: She's tiny, he's six four, two hundred and fifty was
Speaker 1: an wasn't intense in a way she didn't expect. I
Speaker 1: kept a short clip, mostly because the phone got knocked over,
Speaker 1: and mostly it's in the dark. But what was there
Speaker 1: is real. I don't know if I'll ever show anyone,
Speaker 1: but having it feels like proof that it actually happened.
Speaker 1: We're heading into a new year closer than ever. I think,
Speaker 1: a little more open, a little more honest about what
Speaker 1: turns us on. I don't know if we'll do it again,
Speaker 1: maybe with j J, maybe not. But I'm grateful we
Speaker 1: trusted each other enough to try. Thanks for being a
Speaker 1: place I can confess this without judgment. If you read
Speaker 1: it on air, just call me the birthday Gifter, wishing
Speaker 1: you and everyone listening awhile safe and sexy. Twenty twenty six.
Speaker 1: You're a fan and a very surprised husband, the birthday Gifter.
Speaker 1: I almost called you grifter. I had to. I had
Speaker 1: recorded that a couple of times cause I stoled. I'm
Speaker 1: wondering if this does open a new chap. Sometimes when
Speaker 1: we try stuff and it really this big, it might
Speaker 1: take us a minute to step back and reflect. And
Speaker 1: I think everybody should do that when they take a
Speaker 1: big step on anything, step back reflect? Is it good
Speaker 1: as bad? You know kind of thing? I can honestly
Speaker 1: see it developing into something once every time Jay or
Speaker 1: JJ we're calling him here comes in down, I mean,
Speaker 1: especially his birthday. Maybe he can be a thing until
Speaker 1: he finds someone else or when he's ready to step
Speaker 1: the flood out if he ever is into the dating scene.
Speaker 1: I mean, why not, right, could you if you had
Speaker 1: a friend that had been through a bunch of bullshit,
Speaker 1: step that course and take that chance with them. I'm pausing. Ah,
Speaker 1: I want to say yes, but I don't know. It
Speaker 1: dependent on the friend. I don't know. If I'm that
Speaker 1: much of a giver. I don't know. Yeah, I don't know.
Speaker 1: I don't know on this one. I'll be honest. It's
Speaker 1: sexy as hell and I would like to see us,
Speaker 1: but I don't know. Kind of selfish, I'll be completely honest,
Speaker 1: a little selfish. What do you guys think? Really want
Speaker 1: to know? Dear Nikki, I've been listening to your show
Speaker 1: for years, always in the dark with headphones on so
Speaker 1: my wife doesn't hear me laughing or getting turned on
Speaker 1: by what they say. Tonight, I finally worked up the
Speaker 1: courage to ride in because what we do feels so
Speaker 1: filthy and perfect that I have to tell someone who'll understand.
Speaker 1: I need to confess the whole thing, start to finish,
Speaker 1: just because thinking about typing it out loud makes me
Speaker 1: hard again. My wife, Lauren thirty eight, gorgeous in that
Speaker 1: effortless way, long, all burn hair, green eyes, the kind
Speaker 1: of curves that make men stare at in the airport lounges.
Speaker 1: Her job has her on the road two sometimes three
Speaker 1: weeks a month. For years, she'd call and tell me
Speaker 1: these sterile hotel rooms, complaining how lonely and boring it
Speaker 1: all was. I try to be supportive, send her dirty
Speaker 1: text have phone sex whatever I could from three states away.
Speaker 1: But one night, and then marry out outside Philly. After
Speaker 1: a third glass of wine on FaceTime, she sighed and said,
Speaker 1: I just wish something exciting. What happened for once, I
Speaker 1: don't know if it was the bourbon in my hand
Speaker 1: or the months of pent up fantasies finally spilling over.
Speaker 1: But I heard myself say it. Then make something happen, baby,
Speaker 1: Pick someone up, bring them back to your room, and
Speaker 1: just have them call me first. She laughed, thinking I
Speaker 1: was kidding. I wasn't. I told her the rule right
Speaker 1: then and there. Whoever it is, man, woman, doesn't matter,
Speaker 1: has to call me and ask permission to fuck my wife.
Speaker 1: And to prove they're really standing there with her, they
Speaker 1: have to tell me what color the panty she's wearing.
Speaker 1: And if they get it right, or if they say
Speaker 1: she's not wearing any because she already took them off
Speaker 1: for them, I'd say yes enthusias astically. The first time
Speaker 1: it happened, Nikki, I thought I was going to have
Speaker 1: a heart attack. She texted me from a hotel bar
Speaker 1: in Denver, mad a guy, navy suit, a wedding ring,
Speaker 1: tan line, voice like smoke, taking him upstairs, phones on
Speaker 1: the night stand. Wait for it. Twenty three agonizing minutes later,
Speaker 1: my phone rang, I'm no number Colorado, airy code. A
Speaker 1: man's voice, calm, a little amused. Hey man, this is Jake.
Speaker 1: I'm here with Lauren. She said, I have to ask
Speaker 1: you something. Go ahead, May I fuck your wife. I
Speaker 1: could hear her giggling in the background, rusself clothes. My
Speaker 1: mouth went dry. What color are her panties? Jake? A pause,
Speaker 1: then Laurence muffled laugh, an unmistakable sound of a zeppr.
Speaker 1: Hold on, he said, they're black lace. No, wait, she's
Speaker 1: pulling them down now. I guess she's not wearing any
Speaker 1: for long. I told him, yes, I told him to
Speaker 1: enjoy her. I told him to make her scram And
Speaker 1: then I sat on the edge of the bed of
Speaker 1: our home, stroking myself raw while I waited for her
Speaker 1: to call me back and tell me every detail That
Speaker 1: was two years ago. It happened twenty nine times since
Speaker 1: I keep count. Sometimes it's a salesman who looks like
Speaker 1: he hasn't been touched in months. Sometimes it's a woman
Speaker 1: wants a stunning flight attendant who FaceTime me so I
Speaker 1: could watch while Lauren went down on her. Sometimes they're
Speaker 1: bold and tell me what color ride away red thong.
Speaker 1: Sometimes that delicious pause where I know fingers are sliding
Speaker 1: into her dress, peeling the lace down her thighs while
Speaker 1: I wait on the line. But my favorite part, the
Speaker 1: part that still makes me lose my mind, is what
Speaker 1: comes later. Lauren started this thing where she hands them
Speaker 1: a black sharpie and tells them to sign her ass
Speaker 1: like a yearbook, something I can show my husband when
Speaker 1: I get home. Most of them love it. They write
Speaker 1: their name or a dirty message, or just a phone
Speaker 1: number across one cheek. One cry I drew a little
Speaker 1: heart with an arrow through it. Another wrote thank you
Speaker 1: for sharing in perfect cursive. She flies home wearing yoga
Speaker 1: pants or her skirts so nothing smudges. The moment we're
Speaker 1: alone in the bedroom, she'll turn around, slide whatever she's
Speaker 1: wearing down just enough, and there it is fresh ink
Speaker 1: on that perfect ass. I've kissed a thousand times now
Speaker 1: claim by someone else. For a night, I trace the
Speaker 1: letters of my tongue while she tells me how it happened.
Speaker 1: And the best part, sharpy last four to five days,
Speaker 1: no matter how hard she scrubs. So every night when
Speaker 1: we go to bed, I roll over, spread her open
Speaker 1: and read someone else's name while I slide into her.
Speaker 1: Each night she remembers a little more, how Biggie was,
Speaker 1: how she came twice, how the woman tasted like strawberries
Speaker 1: and tequila. That limbo between permission calls and her following
Speaker 1: up call is the purest high I've ever known. Nikki,
Speaker 1: I pace, I edge, I imagine everything when my phone
Speaker 1: finds only buzz as it's her whispering baby. You're not
Speaker 1: gonna believe when he just said to me, I almost
Speaker 1: come without touching myself. We're closer now than ever.
Speaker 2: Ben.
Speaker 1: Trust is insane. The sex when she gets home as explosive,
Speaker 1: and yeah, sometimes I flicker of jealousy, but a good kind,
Speaker 1: the kind that makes me fuck her harder while I
Speaker 1: reread some stranger's signature on her skin. So that's my confession.
Speaker 1: If you're a husband listening and you're secure, if you
Speaker 1: love your wife enough to want her feel desired every
Speaker 1: single night she's away, try it. Hand her the hall pass,
Speaker 1: set the rule way for the gall The ache is exquisite.
Speaker 1: Thanks for letting me get this off my chest, Nikki,
Speaker 1: I've been listening for you to read it. Headphones on
Speaker 1: light's off hand already where it shouldn't be. A fan forever,
Speaker 1: A very happy husband in the Midwest. Well, hello Midwest,
Speaker 1: how are we? I like the sharpie thing that is
Speaker 1: very kinky? Look at you guys, thinking outside the box.
Speaker 1: I wouldn't have thought of that. That's a very interesting twist.
Speaker 1: I like it though, I like, you know, the provision
Speaker 1: thing is kind of hot, but that sharpie thing has
Speaker 1: a going I mean, because that's like a permanent seal,
Speaker 1: you know. I mean, yeah, I wouldn't have thought of it.
Speaker 1: I'm I'm just amazed how creative you guys can be.
Speaker 1: But you guys, if you guys have hall passes and
Speaker 1: you play outside, like when you're traveling or whatever, would
Speaker 1: you do the sharpy thing? You know, I mean, like
Speaker 1: in a place that it's not gonna be seen my
Speaker 1: public just you know, privately, would you do it? I
Speaker 1: guess you wouldn't be able to wear a thong to
Speaker 1: the beach. Then that would be kind of hot though too. Hmm.
Speaker 2: This is time and I don't know because I don't
Speaker 2: know if I'm brave enough to do sharpe because it's
Speaker 2: four to five days, like you said, to get off
Speaker 2: unless you completely I guess if you're at a beach
Speaker 2: and you're constantly in the water, that's the thing, right,
Speaker 2: I don't know, it's and I don't know, but it
Speaker 2: is hot. Well, you guys, what a way to end
Speaker 2: the air, right, from secret weekends with a bidden fruit,
Speaker 2: to a spontaneous swinging in paradise, to birthday guess no
Speaker 2: One's all coming, and a hot wife lifestyle that keeps
Speaker 2: getting harder. If you've trusted me this year with your secrets,
Speaker 2: with your confessions, with stories, I want to thank you.
Speaker 2: And as the clock towards towards midnight on New Year's Eve,
Speaker 2: I hope everyone of you finds exactly the kind of
Speaker 2: pleasure you're craving, whether it's with the love of your life,
Speaker 2: a brand new stranger, or your own wicked imagination. Be safe,
Speaker 2: be kind, be shameless, and I'll see you in twenty
Speaker 2: twenty six. Oh and the answer to tonight's rental a
Speaker 2: Sherby marker. I had no clue. Well, I knew the answer,
Speaker 2: but here's the thing. Had nothing to do with that story.
Speaker 1: I swear. Hey, I made it up before I even
Speaker 1: read it. I'm getting good at this happy New Year,
Speaker 1: my loves. This is me signing off with a kiss
Speaker 1: wherever you like it, and in closing, Hello lover, why
Speaker 1: don't we slip in bed together, pull the covers up
Speaker 1: just enough. I d you a black sharpie while I've
Speaker 1: bent over on my hands and knees. You can sign
Speaker 1: your name nice and slow across my ass. Maybe I
Speaker 1: had a little dirty message for good measure, So tomorrow night,
Speaker 1: when I'm home from travel, you can trace every letter
Speaker 1: with your tongue while you slide deep inside me, and
Speaker 1: we'll claim what's all, always and always will be yours.
Speaker 1: What do you think I really want to know? And
Speaker 1: until next time or next year, ladies and gentlemen, have
Speaker 1: a fucking happy New Year.