Speaker 1: Welcome back to Nikki after Dark, your favorite place to
get wet, wild, and completely shameless. I'm your host, Nikki,
and tonight we're diving deep into spontaneous heat, ultimate fantasies unleashed,
and those filthy little day dreams that hit you when
you least expect it. Grab your favorite toy, get comfortable,
and let's make this night unforgettable. And here are some
teasers of what you're here in this episode. A steamy
summer night where the wife, fresh out of the shower
finds her hubby rock hard and sleeping and decides to
wake him up with the most delicious possible way. A
long term couple takes it to the next level with
her ultimate fantasy, a four guy train where every man
finishes down her eager throat. And finally, a husband at
a backyard barbecue with his best friend and their wives
get down to private lingerie photos of his buddy's petitue
wife in the chacuzzie. Those stories and more are coming up,
but first, tonight's question is all about friendship and desire.
Have you ever felt an unexpected spark or attraction towards
your partner's best friend or your best friend's spouse. How
did you handle it? Did you confess it to your partner,
turn it into fuel for your sex life or keep
it as a delicious secret fantasy? And what's the one
boundary you'd never cross with friends, no matter how tempting.
All right, you filthy minded listeners, it's time for your rental.
You know my favorite part of the show here it
is what two things can you never eat for breakfast?
But that in the back of your filthy little minds,
because we all know you have them, and I'll give
you the answer in the very end of our show.
You know it tonight is Yes, it's time to sit back, relax,
Let's have a whiskey with some filthy cherries, of course,
and explore some erotic fantasies from people just like you
and me. Dear Nikki. It was a warm summer night,
the kind where the air hangs thick and heavy, and
no matter how much I tossed and turned, sleep just
wouldn't come. The heat clung to my skin like a
lover who refused to let go, making every breath feel labored.
I decided to slip out of bed and take a
cool shower. A week the water will soothe my restless
body and quiet my racing mind. My husband sleeps either
gloriously naked or in those sexy real man thongs that
hug his ass just right, no delicate panties for him,
and I love how unapologetically masculine he looks in them.
That particular night, he was completely naked, sprawled out on
his back, with the sheet's kick glow. As I stepped
out of the shower, water still beating on my flushed skin,
I glanced over and froze at sight. His cock was raw, hard,
thick and throbbing even in his sleep, head glistening under
the faint moonlight filtering through the curtains. I didn't think twice.
I was already naked, my body tingling from the shower
and the sudden rush of heat between my thighs. I
climbed onto the bed quietly, my heart pounding with wicked excitement.
I had planned to fuck him. I just wanted to
see how long it would take for my mouth to
wake him up, to feel that delicious, powerful teasing him
while he dreamed. I wrapped my wraps around his hard cock,
started slow and gentle, savoring that familiar musky taste. Of
him mixed with the clean scent of his skin. I
slid my mouth up and down a shaft with just
my soft lips at first, coating him with warm saliva
that made every thing slick and shiny. The weight of
him on my tongue felt so good, so right then
I grabbed my discarded thong from the edge of the
bed and used the silky fabric to massage his stick,
stroking him in the teasing circles while my mouth worked
the head. He still didn't stir, so I added my hand,
pumping him rhythmically as I sucked a little deeper, but
he remained lost in sleep, only letting out a couple soft,
sleepy bones that sent sparks straight to my core. That's
when I got bolder. I started sucking him as hard
as I could, bobbing my head up and down, taking
him all the way into my throat until my eyes
teared up from the stretch in the intensity. My pussy
was aching, now clenching with me as I felt him
twitch chickenst the back of my tongue. The let up scene.
Sounds of my mouth filled the quiet room, mixing with
the distant hum of the summer night. Outside. It didn't
feel fair that he was only one getting pleasure, so
I fondly pulled off with a soft pop, my lips
swollen and shiny, and lit my fingers slowly tasting the
mix of him and my own saliva. Then reached down
to rub my pussy. I circled my clit and dipped
inside until I was dripping my fold slick and swollen.
Not that I needed much help, since his cock was
already drenched from my eager mouth. I spread my legs wide,
straddled him, and positioned by aching pussy right over his
throbbing deck. I sank down, slowly, letting him stretch and
fill me inch by delicious inch. The sensation was so
intense it made me gasp. In an instant, his eyes
flew open. What are you doing, he murmured, voice husky
with a sleep in surprise. But as soon as he
realized what was happening, his wife riding him in the
middle of the night, his face lit up with pure
hunger joy. He grabbed my ass with both hands, squeezing
the soft flesh, pulling me down harder on to him.
I started riding him hard and fast as I could,
my tits bouncing with every forceful thrust, the wet slap
of skin on skin echoing through the room. My juices
coated him completely, making the glide so smooth and filthy.
It only took a couple of minutes before he groaned, baby,
I'm gonna come. And I didn't let him move me
an inch. I worked too hard for this, grinding down deep,
chasing my own pleasure right along with his. I wanted
that cream pie, needed to feel, impulse and flood me.
He filled me up so nicely, thick ropes of hot
cumbs spilling deep inside as my own orgasm crashed over
me in waves. I stayed right there, his cock still
buried in me, collapsing onto his chest in a cuddle,
close feeling our hearts raised together and the warm, sticky
mass between us. At the end, I whispered with a
satisfied smile, you can go back to sleep, yeah, then
kissed him softly for goodnight. I rolled over, utterly content
and drifted up easily. This didn't happen just once, either.
I hope it never stops. Signed your secret midnight rider. Hmmm.
The problem is sometimes I don't wake up in the
middle of the night. I am a dead sleeper, but
if I was to wake up at the middle night
just saying I have once or twice, you know, hand
or mouth, just saying I love how she turned up
the intensity step by step, making sure they both got
exactly what they craved. You know, sometimes the best sex
sneaks up on you in the middle of the sweaty night.
That I don't feel sexy in a sweaty night, That's
all I have to say. And for my listeners, have
you ever surprised your partner or been surprised with the
sleepy middle of the night fun like this? What's the
hottest wake up sex moment you've ever experienced? Did it
read to Round two or something even steamier? Drop your
own confession in the comments below, or you can send
them straight to me at Nikki and Ikky at dearniki
dot com. Completely anonymous through our confession stab at Dearniki
dot com and I can't wait to hear from you,
Dear Nikki. It was one of those casual Saturday afternoons
when my hubby's friend came over to watch the game.
Excuse me, have the hiccups. The guys have been hanging
out in the living room for hours, beers flowing, laughter, loud,
the TV blaring. I was in the kitchen in a
tiny sun dress, no bra, just a cute thong underneath,
bringing them stacks and feeling their eyes on me more
and more. As the afternoon went on, Hubby kept giving
me that knowing little smirk, the one that says he
loves showing me off. What started as an innocent flirting
quickly turned electric. One of his buddies accidentally brushed against
my ass while I bent over to grab more tree thanks.
Instead of pulling away, I pressed back just enough to
let him feel how warm and ready I was. Have
you noticed? And didn't stop it. He actually pulled me
onto his lap, right there in front of everyone, kissing
my neck while his hands slid up my thighs. You
mean teasing them all day, baby, he whispered, Think you
could handle all of us. My heart raised, my pussy
instantly soaked at the idea. I nodded, biting my lip,
and that was all it took. The game was forgotten.
They moved me to the big sectional couch, hands everywhere,
stirping my sun dress off, squeezing my tits, spreading my legs.
I was on my back first, have you watching the
with hunger pride? As his best friend buried his face
between my thighs, licking and sucking my clip while another
guy fed me his thick cock. Though at sounds of
mouths and fingers filled the room, mixed with my moans
and their dirty price. Fuck, she's stripping for us, Such
a good hot wife. They took turns fucking me, first,
one then the other, stretching my pussy while I stroked
with whoever was the closest. Hubby joined in, sliding into
my mouth as his friend pounded me deep the couch,
creaking underneath us. I came hard on the second guy's cock,
clinching around him while my legs shook. Then he flipped
me over into docking style. One after another, they filled me,
hands gripping my hips, slapping my ass, pulling my hair.
I lost count of how many loads I took, some
in my mouth swallowing greedily, others deep in my pussy,
cream pies leaking down my thighs as the next one
pushed in. The feeling of being completely used, in worshiped
by my hubby and all of his friends was overwhelming
in the best filthy, exhilaratingly shameless. At one point they
had me air tight one of my pussy, one of
my mouth and fingers, and eventually a cock teasing my
ass until I was begging for more. The air smelled
like sex and sweat, skin and grunts and my loud,
needy cries echoing. Hummy came last, kissing me deeply while
he added his own load, claiming me all over again
after watching me take everyone. When it was all over,
I was blissful, come covered mess, cuddling with Hubby on
the couch while guys cooled down with fresh beers. He
whispered how hot I looked, taken all his friends, and
I already knew this would not be the last time
signed your Secret Hot Wife Gangbang. I had a regular
that had this fantasy that he would love to use
his wife aile. His friends came over and watched whatever
sporting event there was. One of them was during a
Super Bowl. You know it was funny because I always
worked Super Bowl, but it was always dead except for
you always could tell halftime to saying. It was always funny.
It's like, oh, it must be half time. The calls
picked up. Listeners, have you ever had a turned a
guy's night into something much naughtier or fantasized about it?
What's the wildest group experience that you had or want
to try? Have you watching, joining or directing the action?
You know? Just let me know. Good evening, John, not
the Brett and NJB. How you doing to night? Yeah?
Good in JB. How's the life of a traveling sex god.
Of course he's quiet. He's like, go on a business trap,
leave me alone, jan Nikki, My boyfriend is cooking me
again right now. I'm absolutely slut soaked just thinking about it.
We've played with this dynamic before, the thrill of him
going out, finding a willing guy and making sure I
know exactly how much fun he's having without me. This time,
I was lounging on the couch in one of his
oversized T shirts, nothing underneath when my phone buzzed with
a new video from him. My heart skipped instantly. I
knew what it was going to be before I even
hit play. The video opened on his thick hard cock
glistening with spit, and this eager guy on his knees
in what looked like a dimly lit hotel room. The
guy was choking on it, really taking him deep, gagging
and sputtering. As my boyfriend held his head and thrust
gently but firmly into his throat, you could hear the wet,
messy sounds of suction and the guy's desperate little moans
vibrating around my boyfriend's shaft. Solila dripped down his chin,
eyes watering, but he kept going, sucking like he needed
it more than air. My boyfriend's low, satisfied groan filled
the speaker. That's it, take avryanch for me. I bit
my lapard, my free hands sliding between my thighs as
I watched the sight of another man worshipping my boyfriend's
cock like that. Choking, gagging, eyes locked upwards in a
sub miss of lust, sent a rush of heat straight
to my pussy. I could practically taste the salt musk myself,
remembering how that same dick feels. Stretching my own mouth,
my fingers circled my own swollen clt, matching the rhythm
of the veheo, imaging the guy's throat bulging the way
my boyfriend's balls must have been tightening with every sloppy plunge.
The camera shook a little. As my boyfriend fucked his
face harder, the wet sounds getting louder, more obscene. Good boy,
you're gonna make me come down, your throat growled, and
I whimpered out loud in my living room. Two fingers
slipped inside my tripping pussy. I'm touching myself right now,
replying the video on loop loving how turned on and
owned I feel knowing he's using someone else while I
ape for him to come home and tell me every
filthy detail, or maybe he'll bring the guy home with
him and make him clean them both up. The jealousy
mixes with such raw arousal that I'm already close to
the edge my thighs trembling and aching for the moment
he walks through the door, smelling like sex and another
man spit. This kind of cooking never gets old. It
only makes me wetter every single time. Signed your secret
cut girlfriend. We don't hear much about cut girlfriends, but
they are our wives or whatever their dynamic as they're
calling it. But they are out there. They may be
not as prevalent or as much as a man cutt
By the way, my bathroom has a cuckchair. I need
to take a picture of the bathroom I have like
sitting next to the big hot tub I have in
the in the room in the house we're in, there's
a chair that's sitting right there like, yeah, you can
hold get you know, have a whole sex scene in
the tub and have a chair off the side. So
we have two cut chairs in a room and one
cuck chair in the bathroom. So there we go. That
just popped in my head, actually, he pointed out, not me. Listeners,
have you ever received or sent a spicy video mid
scene like this to heighten the cuckold drill? What's the
most intense proof moment you've ever experienced in a cucking situation?
Did a lead to even feel through your reunion when
they got home? Drop your own confessions in the comments below,
or send them straight to me at Nikki and Ikky
at deerniki dot com and completely anonymous through our website
at dear Niki dot com under our confessions tab. It
is a very interesting change. I agree with you, John,
nothing like a switch hitter using baseball terms but not
being as like in a sexual term. Right. I don't know,
maybe I shouldn't use that term. Who knows dear Niki.
What I loved about my first time becoming a hot
wife was how the bull encouraged my hubby to get
fully involved. It completely melted away my nervousness and turned
the whole experience into something so intimate, thrilling, and deeply
enjoyable for all of us. We talked about it for months,
the phantasy building between my husband and me, until the
desire became too strong to ignore. That night, the bull
we chose was confident, charming, and incredibly attentive for the
moment he walked through our door. He could sense my
butterflies as we stood in the bedroom, the air thick
with anticipation, in the faint scent of my favorite perfume
mixed with raw masculine energy. My heart was pounding as
he kissed me deeply, his strong hands exploring my body,
while my hubby watched from the side of the bad
his eyes dark with lust. I was wet already, but
a flicker of nervous excitement made me hesitate just a little.
That's when the bull pulled back, looked at my right
and my husband, and smiled, Come here, man, join us.
She's your wife and she needs you right now. His
voice was low and commanding, but so reassuring. He guided
my heavy closer, placing his hands on my breast, while
the bull's fingers teased between my thighs, stroking my slick
folds until I moaned into the kiss. The combination of
both men's tushes, familiar anew sent sparks of racing through me.
My nervousness dissolved instantly as I felt my husband's familiar
warmth pressed against my back. His heart cocked, nudging my ass,
while the bull dropped to his knees and buried his
face in my pussy, licking me with slow, expert strokes
that had my legs trembling. Excuse me, I reached back
to stroke my husby's cock, feeling a throb in my
hands as he kissed my neck and whispered, how beautiful
I looked like this, spread open and dripping for another man.
The bull looked up, lips shining with my juices, and
encouraged him again, taste her with me so or how
much you love this? My husband didn't need telling twice.
Soon both mouths were on me, tongues flicking my clit
and sliding inside the overwhelming sensation making me cry out
as my first orgasm hit hard and fast, my fingers
tangled in the air. From there, it only got hotter.
The bull thought me slow and deep, while my hubby
held me, kissing me passionately and telling me how much
he left seeing me take another man's cock. Then they switched,
the bull guiding my husband into me while he played
with my clit, keeping me right on the edge. I
felt so safe, so desired, and so completely worshiped. Every thrust,
every shared moan, every dirty word of encouragement from the
bull made the experience perfect. When they finally both came,
my husband filling my pussy while the bull painted on
my tits, I was glowing, wrapped in their arms, feeling
closer to my hubby than ever. That in encouragement from
the bull turned what could have been in an anxious
first step into the most erotic, connecting nights of our marriage,
and I can't wait to do it again. Signed your
secret first time hot wife. Okay, So, I used to
have a regular that called and he was hello a seu.
He was actually was a bull, but he also well,
he was a bull, but he liked when husbands were
in the room and involved I mean he said that
sometimes they weren't like if they but usually the requirement
was unless they were absolutely against it. You know they
didn't want that. He wanted the husband there to see
and you know, to know how it was going to happen.
But he really what he did, he actually had a service, JB.
I think this is something you probably do as well,
and I know about it. So what he would do
was he would visit couples like older couple like the
Manhatt erection problems, and there was just they've done everything
to try. He was that type of bull. He would
make sure the woman was pleased. So JB, there you go,
that's something you can look into. Or I'm sure you've
already have and are doing it and quite well successful
at it. Listeners, what was the most reassuring or sexy
moment during your first hot Wife or cut cold Avenger?
Have you ever had a bull who actively pulled you
or your partner in like this or is this something
you fantasize about, don't forget you can share your confessions
all my links or my show notes. I'm waiting for
NJB to go. You know, you really need to quit
that one of these things I figure out what he is.
But right now he's a traveling jiggalow in my head,
and this is what he does. He services, you know,
couples that haven't see issues. You know, this is in
my head. So right now he's in Italy traveling around
fucking women. Dar any gee. The general advice is not
to swap with friends. We did it anyway, and I
want to explain why this is a great rule, even
if it works out well. We've been friends for a
while with two people who are fun, a fun friends
with benefits situation. We go to raves, kinky parties, and
all that kinds of wild events together vibing so naturally
it always feels electric. Last weekend we had a kinky
party that left everyone buzzing with energy, bodies moving to
the heavy base, leather and latex everywhere, the air thick
with sweat, perfume, and raw desire. Later we went back
to his place for an after party, and things heated
up in the most delicious way. The four of us
ended up in the living room, lights low and the
music still pulsing softly. I could feel the tension building
as we lapped and teased. Hands started to wander My
husband pulled me close, first, kissing me deeply while our
friends watched, eyes dark with hunger. Then the other woman
leaned in, her soft lips, brushing mine, tasting the sweet
cocktails and sin. Her friends with benefit partner came up
behind me, strong hands sliding over my hips, squeezing my
ass as he pressed his hardening cock against me. The
room filled with sounds of zippers, soft moans, and clothing
hitting the floor. I dropped to my knees between the
two men, taking my husband's familiar thick cock into my mouth, first,
sucking him slow and wet, while stroking our friends longer,
vainy shaft. The contrast felt so filthy and exciting. Our
friend's girl friend knelt beside me, licking and kissing along
his length, our tongues meeting around the heads in a sloppy,
shared worsp Soon, I was on all fours on the couch,
my husband sliding into my drippy pussy from behind, while
our friend fed me as cock, the salty taste of
him mixing with my own slickness on my lips. The
other woman was right there too, fingering me, sucking my nips,
her moans vibrating against my skin as her partner fucked
her next to us. The wet slapiskin, the smellst sex
having in the air, and bodies moving in perfect tangled rhythm.
It was incredibly hot, intense, and everyone came hard over
and over in a blissful, sweaty pile of limbs and pleasure.
It was fun and hot and everyone had a great time.
But it's exact same thing as with the other swinging couples.
We know it's not better or safe because we know
them for a while. For us, this was a deliberate
exception to the rule for the most part, simply because
we have experience they have experience, We know exactly what
to expect with them. So the bottom line, don't fuck
your friends is a great rule. The few exceptions like
ours to this rule is don't make it less true.
Fucking your friends is the very best, just as fun
as fucking sweat your couples. At worst, it goes wrong.
It gets awkward to the level that you can't be
friends anymore and you lost to lifelong friends for an
evening of mediocre sex. Signed your secret kinky party swinger,
I actually know a cup a group of friends and
they're at all the events I'm going to be at,
and they have played together. I think one of the
women she's not by, so it is strictly with some
men to heart with her. But they've all played together
and they've all been really good friends. They've had some bumps,
but nothing that I know of anyway that has been
life altering. But I would say the majority of the
rule is the ones I hear are we don't fuck
our friends because of what it can do. Right, listeners,
have you ever broken the don't fuck your friend's rule
and had it turn out amazing or did it turn
out regrettably? What broundaries are rules? Do you swear by
in the swinger hot wife lifestyle that keeps things fun
and drama free. Remember you can share your confessions at
dear Nikki dot com under my confessions tab Dear Nikki.
I was lying in bed, the room dimly lit by
just the soft glow of my phone screen, your sultry
voice filling my headphones and wrapping around me like a
lover's touch. I've been listening to your latest episode. The
way you read those filthy confessions with such teasing heat
in your tone, describing every slick detail so vividly. My
body responded instantly, nibbles hardening against the thin sheet, I
warm ache building between my thighs. I couldn't resist any more.
I slipped one hand down, fingers tracing lightly over my
stomach before in tipping between my legs. I was already
so wet, my pussy slick and swollen, just from hearing
you speak. I started slow teasing myself the way you
describe when your stories, circling my clit with two fingers
gentle at first, feeling a throb and swell under my touch,
little sparks of pleasure shot through me with every word
from your lips. I pressed harder, rubbing in steady, delicious circles,
my hips, rocking up to me my hand. As your
voice dropped into that low seductor register that always makes
me melt, my breath grew ragged. I slid two fingers
inside my dripping pussy, curling them just right while my
thumb kept working my clip in thrm rhythmic strucks. The
wet sounds of my fingers pumping in and out mixed
with your voice in my ears, creating the most intoxicating
symphony I imagine It was your words guiding my hand,
telling me exactly how to touch myself faster, now, deeper,
chasing that building pressure. My thighs trembled, muscles tightening. As
the orgasms started to crust, I pitched and rolled my
clip between my fingers, thrusting harder, must in the fantasy
a you, narrating every filthy second. Then it hit me,
waves of intense pleasure crashing over my body. I came hard,
moaning your name under my breath, my pussy clenching rhythmically
around my fingers, while my clip pulsed wildly under my touch.
Juice's toad in my hand and dies as I wrote
it out, shaking and gasping, Your voice the perfect soundtrack,
carrying me through every shuddering aftershock. I kept my fingers
buried deep inside until the tremors finally faded, feeling blissfully
spent and satisfied. Listening to you always turns me into
a drooping, desperate mass. I wouldn't have it any other way.
Signed your secret bedroom listener. Hello, I say my ladies
are getting a little more um. I'm blushing. Wow. There's
nothing hotter than knowing my voice sliding into any one
of your ears hits you that hard, gliding your fingers
to chase your pleasure. This kind of real intimate connection
with listeners ex exactly why I love what I do.
It's personal and it's so raw, and I'll admit it,
it's a really arousing So I appreciate you and sharing
your delicious moment with me. So, listeners, especially those in chat,
do you ever masturbate to the podcast fingering your pussey
or stroking or cock? Well, my voice takes you over
the edge. And what's your favorite kind of story or
delivery that gets you the fastest, slow teasing, filthy, gangpangs
or something else, possibly me saying pussy or daddy, even
though one of you gets to hear it live and
in person. Remember, you can drop your own sexy confessions
and the links in my show notes. Hello, gentleman. Oh
there's in JB. He must be off to his next round, right.
How many do we have book tonight in JB? None? Oh, okay,
you took a NYE off from me. All I knew
you loved me. I love you too. I think this
is two for two now on our women writing into
me like this. So I'm a little guinea over here. Hmm,
Dear NIGGI, My man and I have been together for
over fifteen years. We've already spiced things up with several
scorching three sums, sometimes with his best friend, sometimes with
my best friend fuck buddy. But this time we're taking
it to the next level. It's my ultimate fantasy, the
one I whispered him for tea time. We fuck spilling
our deeper secrets while he's buried inside me. Just talking
about it makes me soaking wet, like a tuttal slut,
my pussy clenching around him as I describe exactly when
I crave a four guide drain all for me. He's
organized everything to such care, locking down the logistics like
a pro. His best friend brought a college colleague from
work and told him to wear a bakova so I
wouldn't see his face. It makes it even hotter and
easier for us. My best friend's fuck buddy was hesitant
at first, calling it too dirty and worrying he might
get too rough, but my man suggested he'd just come watch.
If the mood struck, he could jerk off or join in.
The non negotiable for my hubby, every single one of
them has to empty down my throat. I love swallowing
their hot loads while he watches me keep my mouth
painted and dirty like a filthy porn star. We've done
facials in threesomes and they're already so hot. This will
be the next level. Of course, everyone got tested beforehand.
Safety first, no risk, and the biggest rule, no one
else gets to penetrate my pussy, but my man. My
ass though wine open for them. Just like in our
other adventures, I know this won't be anything like we've
done before. I'm a little nervous about my man's friend's colleague.
He sounds trashier, bragging about stretching me so out, so
my husband won't even feel the same afterward. He's apparently
hung like a horse, and my man's best friend warned
him that the guy might forget I'm his girl and
just unleashed the beast, treating me like a total whore.
But that's exactly what I want for this fantasy. We've
talked about it endlessly and I'm beyond ready and I'm
totally hyped. All week, I've been preparing like it's my
own personal porn shoot. I went to the esthetician first, thing,
getting every inch of my body smooth and flawless, soft skin,
perfect waxed, ready to be touched and used. I did
my make it, heavy and slutty, smoky eyes, glossy cock,
sucking lips, the orcs. When the night finally came, the
air in our place was thick with anticipation. My heart
was racing as the guise arrived. One by one, I
started on my knees the living room, dressed in nothing
but heels and lingerie that barely covered anything. The guy
stepped a first, his massive cock already hard and intimidating.
I took him deep, gagging and drooling as he flucked
my throat, his hands gripping my hair, while my hubby watched,
stroking himself, the taste of him salty and thick. The
stretch of my lips around what huge shaft it had
me dripping down my own thighs. One by one, they
used my mouth, passing me round while fingers and tongue
dese my tits and ass. My best friend's fuck buddy
started just by watching, eyes wide, but soon here stroking
and sliding between my lips too. They bent me over
the couch next, lubing me up generously before taking turns
in my ass, deep relentless strokes that had me moaning
and pushing back like a greedy slut. The mix of
pleasure that slight burn, the fullness of being stretched by
different cocks while my pussy stayed aching and empty for
my man only. It was overwhelming in the best way.
My hebby finally claimed my dripping pussy, fucking me hard
while the others kept my mouth and ass busy, turning
me into the perfect share toy. When they were ready,
they lined up on my knees again. One after another,
they erupted down my throat or crossed my tongue thick
ropes of colm. I swallowed eagerly, some spilling over my
chin and tits for the extra dirty touch. I felt
so own, so fill so completely satisfied. As I looked
up at my man, his eyes full of love and
raw lust. He finished last painting my tongue before I
swallowed him too, then pulled me into his arms while
the others caught their breath. It was intense, hardcore, and
exactly what I fanasized about for so long. My body
is still deliciously slow in the most wonderful ways, and
it already can't stop thinking about the next time signed
your secret for guy train. It's not on my to
do bucket list or even in my orbit right, but
I love every delicious detail of this. I love that
they planned it. I love that they made it well.
One thing we never hear about in the gang bangs
and stuff like that, we never hear about anybody getting tested,
especially once they're planned. I liked this, I absolutely did.
I loved that they set rules that fit for them,
so it sounds like they're really communicated about this, because
this would be a huge thing in anybody's book. I mean,
even if you're or you do this, you know, a
couple times a year, it's still a big thing every
time it happens. I would think, and my listeners, have
you ever organized or have experienced a bigger group scene
like a train or a gang bang as a couple?
What rules or preparations made it feel safe and insanely pleasurable?
What's the wildest next level fantasy you've turned into reality?
You know the drill? My show links have all the information.
Has anybody done a train? Thought about a train? I've
seen a train? It was it was the first time
I'd ever been to a swinger's well the place I'm
going in August. It was actually there, and it was
like happening off to the side in the middle of
the field, like it was nothing. It was like it
was just like another Tuesday. I was like, oh, okay, alrighty.
So it was it was that it was far enough
that I did have my glasses on that I could
absolutely tell what a train Dear Nikki, So my days,
while I'm working, I find myself lost in the filthy fantasy.
I bent over, leaning deep into the bed of my
work track tools scattered around, the sun warming my back,
and the distant sounds of the job site humming in
the background. Suddenly someone comes up behind me, strong, competent,
no words needed. He reaches straight into my pants, his
rough hands sliding down my ass crack, and starts fingering
my tight hule. The surprise of it makes my whole
body jilt in an electric heat. He doesn't ask, He
just prushes his thick finger against my rim, circling and teasing,
before pushing inside, stretching me open with that delicious burn.
I crave. My cock twitches hard in my pants, leaking
already as he works me deeper, adding a second finger,
scissoring and curling until I'm biding back bones. The smell
of diesel sweat in my own arousal bilds the air
around my truck. I'm ral whole, clinging greedily around his fingers,
my mind spinning with how exposed and dirty this feels
right there and broad daylight and anyone could walk by.
Then he rips my pants and under and down with
one rough tug, the cool air hitting my bare ass
and making me shiver. His zipper feels blunt, hot head.
I'm his nice thick cock pressing against my spit slick hole.
He pushes in slowly, first spreading me wide, that incredible stretch,
making my eyes roll back as inch after inch sinks,
stinking unto my ass. The fullness is overwhelming, my hule
pulsing around him, every ridge and vain dragging against my walls.
He bottoms out with a low groan, ball's pressed against
me and starts thrusting deep, powerful strokes that rock my
whole body against the truck. Whenever I think about the scene,
my cock and hole twitched like crazy. It gets me
so turned on and excited, my dick throbbing in my
pants while I'm supposed to be focused on the job.
I imagine impounding me harder, one hand gripping my hip,
the other reaching around to stroke my leaking cock and
time with this thrust, the wet slap of skin, my
muffled moans, and the way my whole crips him so tightly.
It's pure filthy bliss. I fantasize about him filling me
up with his hot load, leaving me dripping and spent,
then walking away like nothing happened, while I pull up
my pants with shaky legs already craving the next time.
This fantasy hits me over and over during long work days,
leaving me aching and desperate by the time I get
home signed your secret work truck coal. Has anybody ever
had a fantasy at work? I mean, this is my job,
so you guys inspire my fantasies. So I do think
of things like this throughout the day. But those are
us that work in nine to five or vanilla job
as we say in the world. Do you ever have
fantasies in your work? Like? Do day train? It work? Like?
If someone was there, what would you want them to
do kind of thing or maybe what you want to
do when you get home. Listeners, Like I said, have
you ever had a work site fantasy like this, maybe
bent over and surprised by a stranger or co worker.
Do you prefer the risk of getting caught or their
pure anonymous thrill. Drop your own answers in the chat,
or you can email them to me directly at Darniki
dot com. Under my confession, stab, holy would be I
wonder if NJB listens to our show while he's plowing
away at the ladies that he's, you know what we say,
booked into maybe appointments with How are we saying that
he's one day? I have to tell us all about this,
I think, Dear Niki, Jake and I have been tight
since high school, same same dorm room, and even after
landing jobs, we stayed in the same city. We knew
everything about each other, our histories, our types, our wildest stories.
Excuse me. I got married two years ago and Jake
tied the knot recently. His wife, Cindy, had been my
friend back in college too, but my wife wasn't from
that world, so she was always curious, listening eagerly to
our old high school, school and college tales, Cindy was
really hot, one of the most popular girls on campus.
Blonde with a perfectly toned ass, a cute, deep body,
and a small, perfect tits. She wasn't really my type,
though I've always loved thick women. My wife is thick
as fuck, big fat, double dee tits. I can bury
my face between a soft, chubby waist and a very
even bigger, perky, juicy ass. I could lose myself in
for hours. That's weakness, But somewhere deep down, I'd always
been curious about how I'd feel to hold a petite
woman's body, to wrap my arms were completely around her
and feel that delicate frame under me. One day, we
were having a barbecue in our backyard, the kind that
turned into a full on drunk night. We planned to
end in the Jukusie, so the drinks were flowing heavily.
The ladies disappeared into the bedroom to change into their
bathing suits while Jake and I kept talking. My body
was already pretty buzzed and started bragging about how wild
Cindy gets when she's drunk, The filthy thing she says,
the way she rides him like she can't get enough.
His words went straight to my cock, making me half
hard just picturing it. Then he looked right at me
in the eye and asked if I'd ever wondered how
fucking a skinny girl would feel. He knew the answer. Yes,
I'd always wanted to grab Cindy's round, tight toned ass,
sink my teeth into her supple breast, and suck those
hard little nibbles. I fantasized about spreading those slim thighs
and tasting every inch of her, but I denied it.
Playing cool skinny women don't really interest me, I said,
even though my cock was visibly straining against my shorts
just from thinking about her body. I didn't understand why
she turned me on so much. I usually craved curves,
but the curiosity was eating me alive. I wanted to
explore her tight little frame, run my hands over her
smooth skin, and bury myself inside her. Jake just smirked.
He knew I was bullshitting. He told me to get
naked and hop into the jacuzzie, promising me he'd show
how something good if I did. The alcohol and the
throbbing in my dick made the decision easy. I stripped,
feeling the warm night air on my skin and lowered
myself into the bubbling hot water. He slid in next
to me, threw his arm around my shoulder like old times,
and pulled down his phone. Then he started showing me
sexy photos of Sydney and Landreie. My breath caught as
a picture after picture lit up a screen, her tiny
black lace that barely covered her perky tits, the fabric
clinging to her tight ass poses that showed her off
her flat stomach and long legs. One shot had her
on all fours, looking back over her shoulder with that
naughty smile. Another had her cupping her small breast, nibbles
poking through her sheer mess. My cock was rock hard
under the water, twitching with every new image, the steam
from the Chacuzi mixed with the scent of chlorine and
my own rising arousal. As Jake kept scrolling, whispering little
details about what she was like in bad, I was
completely lost in the fantasy, heart poundering, wondering how much
further this night was going to go? Signed your secret
curious body. Sorry, I need to drink water. Why stop there?
You know? We all know there's more to the story, right,
or at least that's a pause until the next time, right.
I mean that tension? I mean how long did it
take the latest change? You know? I mean what happened
after that? Did they like pass out drunk in the bedroom? Getting?
I mean one of them could have fell? Why putting
their bikini bottoms on? I have done that? It's not fun.
And listeners, have you ever felt that unexpected attraction to
your partner's friend or your best friend's spouse? Did you
act on it? Confess it or keep it as fuel
for filthy fantasies? And what's the hottest what if moment
you've shared with your partner while fucking Remember you can
drop your own confessions to me at Nikki and ikk
Y at dear Nikki dot com and anonymously through our
website on the confessions tab. This was a good episode,
but again, I think all of them are quite good.
From that spontaneous midnight ride, it reminds us that married
sex can be impulsive and scorching. To carefully plan for
guide train that shows trust, clear rules and communication turn
big fantasies into mind blowing reality. And that Jakouzi moment
for forbidden curiosity between lifelong friends that proves even the
strongest boundaries can create delicious tension. What did we learn?
Desire doesn't always follow your type. Spontaneity keeps the spark alive.
And when you plan a wild scene, boundaries and the
safe make hotter, not less. Explore shamelessly protect what matters
your relationship and your friendships. And for your riddle, and
most of you are here, so I'll repeat it for you.
What are the two things you can never eat for breakfast? And? John?
If you say pussy, I'm gonna say it's a lie.
Do we need it? One more time? Okay? Technically you
can have cake. It has eggs in it and milk,
so yes, you can eat cake. MJB. Grands distracting. Okay,
one more time? What are two things you can never
eat for breakfast? Close? John? Britt? What about you? It's
so confusing. You're both names John. Yeah, it's depends on
how you say it. It is lunch and dinner, so
it depends on what part of the country you're from,
if it's supper or dinner, if I remember, if I'm correct,
or dinner or supper or lunch and dinner around there.
My grandfather, there was never lunch. It was supper and dinner.
If I remember I growing up. I don't know if
those two were swapped. Ah, you don't say it. You
can't claim it. You can get a participation I thought
I knew it. Story or trophy? What no participation trophies here? Guys?
Why can't you? I don't know. It's a rettle. But
you can eat breakfast anytime. I am the type of
person will eat breakfast anytime of day. It's the titles.
If that's what you're asking. It's the titles. You can't
eat bunch, Yeah you can. I'm guessing because it's the titles.
But I've had my favorite thing. One of the places
I worked right at high school was there's this food
truck that came around and they'd made this amazing blt
on a pissant. That was my favorite thing for breakfast.
Just saying, okay, it's time for your naughty ducking. I
lean in close, my voice dropping to that low Brady
whisper just for you. Hi, Where are you setting comfortably good?
Because I need to tell you something I've been thinking
about all day, something that happened to me at the
party not long ago. Just you and me right now.
No one else is listening, just my lips brushing your
ear while I confess every filthy detail. It started at
this swanky house party after the veterans reunion. My husband
Robert had to run into an old army buddy you
and insisted we all get together. Your wife was there, too, sweet,
a little reserved in her conservative dress, laughing politely with
the other guests. I liked her ride away, but the
moment I saw you, m tall, strong, that quiet confidence
of a man who's seen things, I couldn't stop looking.
We chatted by the bar. I sit my champagne, letting
my eyes travel over you slowly while Robert was distracted.
You and your wife seemed to enjoy the party, I said, smiling,
You nodded, polite. I told you a happy robber was
to reconnect how much he missed his old friend. Then
I let my gaze drop just a second, tracing the
line of your shoulders, your chest lower. A soft little
h slipped out before I could stop it. You excuse
yourself for a drink. I watched you walk away, biting
my lip. Later I saw you slip into the hallway bathroom.
My heart started racing. I waited a moment, then knocked softly, Hello,
Has everything all right in there? You opened the door,
looking surprised. I stepped inside with you before you could protest,
closing it behind me with a quick click. The lock turned.
I think you need your helmet here, I murmured, backing
you gently against the counter. Your eyes widened. My wife,
she's fine, I whispered, pressing close enough that you could
smell my perfume. Talking with the neighbors we have a
few minutes. My fingers brushed your chest. This is one
of those parties, you know, the kind word keys, got
a bull at the end, and the wives pick whose
bad they're going to go home to. He looks, shocked.
A wife's swapping party. I laugh softly, nodding. Swinger's handsome.
We thought you do. I could see the conflict in
your eyes, the way your body was already responding, even
as you said you were married, that this wasn't for you.
But I stepped closer, my breast brushing your arm. How
do you know it's not for you? If you've never
tried it, aren't you even a little curious? About me.
You tried to resist, but I kissed you anyway, slow
at first, then deeper, my tongue teasing yours until you
groaned into my mouth. Oh God, you tasted so good.
I pushed you back against the sink, my hand sliding
down your body until I reached your belt. I've been
thinking about this since I saw you I kissed, which
I confessed between the kisses, Roberts told me stories about
the two of you in service sharing that girl in Italy.
I knew I needed to feel you for myself. Your
cock was already half hard when I dropped to my
knees on this cool tile. I end zipped you, slowly,
savoring the moment when you're thick shaft sprang free, heavy
and warm. I let out a genuine moan. Ah. I
could tell you were packing. My fingers wrapped around you,
stroking gently at first, feeling you swell in my hand.
Let's get this standing at full attention. I took you
to my mouth, slow and wet, swirling my tongue around
the head before sliding deeper. You were so thick, stretching
my lips perfectly. I sucked you lovingly, humming around your
cock well won hand slipped under my dress and rubbed
my aching clt no panties, just like I planted. Mm,
your taste so fucking good. I mumbled around you, my
words muffled, getting so hard from me already I bombed faster,
taking more of you, my cheeks hollowing while I fingered myself.
My pussy was dripping, slick sounds filling the small bathroom.
I pulled off just long enough to gasp. I'm not
wearing any panties. Why don't you pin me over the
sink and used me like you've been water too. You
didn't need more convincing. I stood, turn around and height
up my tight little black dress over my ass. I
braced my hands on the counter, arching my back, offering
myself when you pushed inside me. Fuck. The first deep thrust,
mean moon loud enough. I had to bite my lap.
You were bigger than Robert, thicker. You feeled me so
completely I saw stars. Uh, yes, that's it. I gas
bushing back against you, deep handsome fuck me. You started
thrusting harder, your hips slapping against my ass. I reached
back and grabbed your hand, pulling it to my breasts,
squeeze them harder. Don't you love these perky young tits?
You needed them roughly while you pounded me, pitching my
nipples until I whimpered. I lived in one leg on
the sink, opening myself wider. A new ankle let you
hit that perfect spot inside me, and I cried out,
my pussy punching round you right there. Oh my god,
you The mirror flogged with her breath. I pressed my
palms against it, moaning shamelessly. She wailed me. Your hand
squeezed my ass, fingers sticking in every thrust, drove me closer.
You're so deep, you're gonna make me come. My orgasm
is hard. I shook, whimpering and gasping your name, no,
not just your name, yes, fuck, yes, Well, my pussy
spasmed around your cock. You kept pucking me through it,
slower but still deep, until I was trembling. We kissed
hungrily as I came down. Then you slammed me against
the bathroom door, lifting one of my legs around your waist.
The wood creaked as you drove back into me. Helped
me against the door. I begged, arms wrapped around her shoulders. God,
do you feel so good? Aren't you glad you did this.
Don't you love this young tight body? We were lost
in it, moaning, kissing your cock, stretching me again and again.
When a knock came at the door, Robert's voice. My
eyes were wide, but it didn't stop out moving. Oh hi, honey,
I called through the door, my voice shaking as you
kept thrusting everything. Sign I'm just in here with your friend. Hmmm.
I know I'm breaking the rules, but I had just
to try him. Robert chuckled on the other side of
the door. He wasn't mad, of course it wasn't. He
told enjoy ourselves and he'd see us back at the party.
I kickled breathlessly, moaning as you hit particularly deep spot.
We didn't have much time. Hurry up, I was spirt
kissing your heart. I can feel you getting close. Don't
come in side me. I can't go back out there
with you leaking down my thighs. Just fuck me a
little more, then I'll suck it all out of you.
You groaned at the words you thrust up, spat up
and desperate. Now I heard Stewan whispering filthy encouragement for
doing kisses. You ready to come, and your friends pretty
young wife's mouth. Col On handsome, give it to me.
He pulled out, and I dropped to my knees again,
taking you as deep in my throat. I sucked you,
one hand, stroking you when I couldn't fit, the other
cupping your palls. You were throbbing so close. I looked
up you with wide, hungry eyes, moaning around your clock,
and that pushed you over. Your load was huge, thick,
hot spurts flooding my mouth, surprising me and how much
was there? I swallowed greedily, not wasting a drop, then
liked you clean while you witched and prone. Mmm. Yup,
I heard kissing along your pelvis, running my hands at
your body. See than you can be very convincing. We
straightened up, quickly giggled like tenugers. I fixed my dress
to wipe my mouth, and we slipped back into the party.
The music was still playing, guests were laughing and drinking.
A little while later, I sauntered over to the wall,
reached in and pulled out a familiar set of keys, yours.
I jangled them playfully in front of you, smiled a
wicked smile. Guess who just pulled your keys? I yes,
said softly. He looks stun asking about your wife, and
I stepped closer, my voice low and full of promise. Oh,
he can join us if she wants. It'll be fun.
But either way, you're coming on with me tonight. And
that's how it started. One impulsive outhroom buck at a
party that changed everything for that night. I still think
about the way you felt inside me, the way you
tasted the risk of getting caught, and how much I
loved every second. Does that turn you on? Knowing I'd
do it all over again. If you're standing in front
of me right now, I'm touching myself just telling you this.
My fingers are sliding between my wet folds. Will I
imagine your cock and my mouth again? Would you let
me stish you like that? Would you let me bend
me over and fuck me while my husband waited outside?
Or would you want your wife to watch? Tell me
ANSA What would you do if I showed up at
your door tonight, keys in hand and no pennies on.
I'd dropped to my knees a second the door closed.
I'd suck you until your rock card, then beg you
to take me However he wanted hard and past against
the wall, slow and deep in your bed. Maybe even
let your wife taste me on your clock afterward. Mmm.
I'm so incredibly wet right now. My pussy is throbbing
for you. I want to feel you stretch me open again.
I want you to mow my name. Will you fill
me up? And when you're ready, I want every drop
down my throat, Just like last time. This confession's all
for you, my secret, filthy memory shared only with you.
I hope you're so hard right now. I hope you
stroke yourself thinking about my tight little body, my eager mouth,
because the next time we beat, whether head of another
party or in your imagination, I'm going to convince you
all over again. Until then, Sat Dramps, I'll be training
have here too, and maybe, just maybe I'll pull your
keys again. Thank you so much for listening and sharing
your own confessions and making this community so damn sexy.
Drop your answers to any questions or stories that really
turned you on tonight, and make sure if you don't
want to do it in the show, do it on
for me at Nikki at dear Nikki dot com under
our confessions tab. And until next time, stay wet, Stay
curious and keep those sires burning bright. This is nikky,
good night Mine, filthy sexy people,