Speaker 1: Hi, Welcome to Dear Nikki. My name is Nikki. And
Speaker 1: on today's show, a guy shares how his innocent girlfriends
Speaker 1: stumbled upon his secret porn collection and decided to make
Speaker 1: one of his wildest fantasies come true on his birthday.
Speaker 1: A woman confesses the real scandalous way she met her husband,
Speaker 1: evolving her best friend, a drunken car ride and zero regrets.
Speaker 1: And a listener recounts a forbidden hookup that left her
Speaker 1: craving more, but with a tricky question about what comes next, that,
Speaker 1: and so so much more. Are you ready to spice
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Speaker 1: my ass came first, hip snapping, flooding me with the
Speaker 1: heat that leaked out around him in thick pulses. The
Speaker 1: second followed, grinding deep and spilling so hard I've felt
Speaker 1: every jet against my servix. The man in my mouth
Speaker 1: pulled out just to come across my face in long,
Speaker 1: hot stripes that mixed with tears and spit and honey.
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Speaker 1: work with. So is everybody out of the snow or
Speaker 1: still digging out of the snow? Definitely not digging I'm
Speaker 1: dug out. I am in this central so I got
Speaker 1: the early part of it and it was out of
Speaker 1: here by Saturday afternoon, sorry Sunday afternoon. So everything's fine here.
Speaker 1: Still a little cold, got my big blankie, my tea.
Speaker 1: If you guys are in the Discord chat room, you know,
Speaker 1: I've got my tea sitting over here, got my water.
Speaker 1: We're good to go. So before we kick things off Discord,
Speaker 1: if you're not there really missing out. Sometimes I do
Speaker 1: pop in. We'll have do an ask, dear Nikki. It
Speaker 1: happens randomly. One thing I am doing that pops into
Speaker 1: those that can pop in the chat. I've been offering
Speaker 1: them to write or give me a direction of what
Speaker 1: they would like to hear for erotic audio, randomly picked.
Speaker 1: So it's kind of one of those people that I
Speaker 1: just randomly picked somebody you can ask in the chat room.
Speaker 1: There's three I think that I've done it for so far,
Speaker 1: so it's just something new. I kind of feel I
Speaker 1: needed a little shake things up, and at least I
Speaker 1: know that in the group, you know the people that
Speaker 1: are there. You know, even in general chat. If I
Speaker 1: was to pick somebody out because I did it one
Speaker 1: time that they're getting what they like, So come on
Speaker 1: over and join us on Discord. And by the way,
Speaker 1: we're doing a live show this Saturday, eight pm Central
Speaker 1: Standard time. Do your own math time zone math as
Speaker 1: I call it, and figure out what time it is.
Speaker 1: I'm going to try to record it. I'm going to
Speaker 1: test out later today with somebody to see if I
Speaker 1: can at least record it. Don't know what's gonna involve yet,
Speaker 1: Probably similar to a show, but a little more questions
Speaker 1: and answer, so it'll be interesting to see how the
Speaker 1: question answer like I do in between stories that I
Speaker 1: can read those that would be that'd be interesting. So
Speaker 1: we're kind of just gonna throw it against the wall,
Speaker 1: kind of like I started out. Just throw it against
Speaker 1: the wall and see what goes there. But right now
Speaker 1: it's going to be closely like a show. I expected
Speaker 1: to go anywhere between an hour to an hour and
Speaker 1: a half depending on how many people show up. And
Speaker 1: we'll see you there. I really hope to really do
Speaker 1: see you there. Link is in the show notes at
Speaker 1: the end of the show. So we had question come
Speaker 1: in from well, story in a confession come in from
Speaker 1: a previous episode. This one is reckless and dripping with
Speaker 1: that delicious guilt. We all pretend that we don't crave.
Speaker 1: Dear Nikki moved into this tiny town near the base
Speaker 1: a couple years back, and let's just say the locals
Speaker 1: are friendly. My hobby travels a lot for work, so
Speaker 1: I've been the one handling all the honeydew runs to
Speaker 1: the hardware store. The owner, let's call him Hank, is
Speaker 1: a rugged silver fox dive who always lingers a little
Speaker 1: too long when he helps. He find screws the hardware
Speaker 1: kind mostly last week, I went in from some paint samples,
Speaker 1: wearing nothing but a sun dressed sandals, no bra, no
Speaker 1: panties because why not. Feeling the hanging corners, me in
Speaker 1: the back aisle helping reach something high, and his hand
Speaker 1: accidentally brushes my thigh. I don't move away. The next
Speaker 1: thing I know, he's got me backed against the shelves,
Speaker 1: fingers teasing me under my dress while whispering how he's
Speaker 1: been dreaming about this since the first time I walked in,
Speaker 1: I was soaked. In seconds, we slip into the little
Speaker 1: storage room, door locked, thank god, and he drops to
Speaker 1: his knees like a man on a mission. Tongue everywhere,
Speaker 1: make me bite my lips so hard to stay quiet,
Speaker 1: that he stands, bends me over a stack of boxes,
Speaker 1: and slides in, slow, then hard. I came twice before
Speaker 1: he filled me up, growling about how tight I felt.
Speaker 1: I walked out, looking flushed, paint swatches in hand, like
Speaker 1: nothing happened. How he gets home that night, smells sex
Speaker 1: on me, and we recreate it on the kitchen counter
Speaker 1: while I spill every day in till now, I'm wondering
Speaker 1: should I go back for more supplies this weekend? Maybe
Speaker 1: bring home a surprise souvenir like Hank's number or something
Speaker 1: stick hear. What's your take, Nikki? Am I playing with fire?
Speaker 1: Or is this the kind of spice that keeps things
Speaker 1: sizzling at home? And be honest? Would you stink back
Speaker 1: for a round? Two? Flirty and soaked in Illinois? Well? Hello,
Speaker 1: flirty and soaked? Oh gosh, small towns are risk. You
Speaker 1: know this is? You know me? Although I find this
Speaker 1: extremely hot, I think if you would have said that
Speaker 1: I found him a town over or two towns over,
Speaker 1: I'd be all for this. But as horny as I
Speaker 1: am right now, I'm still all for it if that
Speaker 1: makes sense. So if you're asking me now now, not
Speaker 1: after I go relieve myself after the show, then the
Speaker 1: answer is yeah, definitely, I would go back. Small towns
Speaker 1: are a risk. The cookie in the back room, Hubby
Speaker 1: loving the sloppy seconds. It's giving off Mike in the
Speaker 1: hot wife energy. But with your delicious twist, You're not
Speaker 1: alone craving that thrill. Plenty of us for the just
Speaker 1: one more time is a temptation, and I probably would
Speaker 1: snink back for Roun four and five two. Just say
Speaker 1: it to you. If the fire feels this good, and
Speaker 1: Hubby's on board and clearly turned on by the stories,
Speaker 1: why not fan the flames a little snink back, grab
Speaker 1: what you quote unquote need and report back with every
Speaker 1: filthy detail. I bet it'll lead to another epic night
Speaker 1: at home. Just play safe, keep communicating, but yeah, I'm
Speaker 1: gonna go ahead and put it out there. I'll be
Speaker 1: right there with you plotting round two or more. And guys,
Speaker 1: have you ever had a quick errand que unquote to
Speaker 1: turn into a fool forbidden quickie at a hardware store,
Speaker 1: coffee shop or wherever? Did you tell your partner and
Speaker 1: turn it into a fuel for hotter sex at home
Speaker 1: or keep it naughty for your little little secret. You
Speaker 1: know the drill. This is very curious. I think it
Speaker 1: might be up my alley. What about you and were
Speaker 1: your delicious ears. Here's our naughty rental that sounds completely filthy,
Speaker 1: but you know it's really clean. We have to have
Speaker 1: one clean thing on the show, right. You pull me,
Speaker 1: you push me, you squeeze me tight. I make a
Speaker 1: loud noise when I'm really happy, and I love it
Speaker 1: when you finish me off quickly. What am I? And
Speaker 1: of course the answer is right after the episode. You
Speaker 1: know what time it is. It's time to sit back,
Speaker 1: relax leuts, have a whiskey with some filthy cherries, of course,
Speaker 1: and explore some erotic fantasies from people just like you
Speaker 1: and me. Dearniki. I'll open by saying that twenty five
Speaker 1: years ago, I watched a lot of porn. Well, I
Speaker 1: still watch a lot of porn, but I did as
Speaker 1: well back then. It was in the early days of
Speaker 1: the internet porn, when finding the right clips took some effort,
Speaker 1: and the porn hubs of the world hadn't yet taken off.
Speaker 1: As your listeners might remember. That meant that there was
Speaker 1: a lot of smaller specialty sites and forums, and a
Speaker 1: lot of clip sharing was done via download media files
Speaker 1: instead of the streaming ones of today. So I had
Speaker 1: a little library of files on my computer sorted in
Speaker 1: different categories, the most prominent one being facials, a fetish
Speaker 1: I still actively pursued today, decades later. But those were
Speaker 1: my innocent ears, and at that time I had a
Speaker 1: very innocent girlfriend named Natalie, a slender, pretty girl with
Speaker 1: a somewhat nerdy look because of her glasses. Don't get
Speaker 1: me wrong, we were both horny teenagers and we fucked
Speaker 1: a lot. She had a great sexual energy and appetite,
Speaker 1: and she still stands out to me as the most
Speaker 1: orgasment girl I've slept with. She would always come as
Speaker 1: soon as I went balls deep in her when we
Speaker 1: had sex. But she had never watched porn and had
Speaker 1: very little concept of what existed on the internet, and
Speaker 1: thus in my dirty mind, and at the time, I
Speaker 1: was so thankful just to have found a cute girl
Speaker 1: who wanted to have sex with me, that I was
Speaker 1: too afraid to push her away. And if I pushed
Speaker 1: her boundaries, well, as you might have guessed from the
Speaker 1: build up, she found my porn folder one day. She
Speaker 1: had borrowed my computer for schoolwork, and while I thought
Speaker 1: I was pretty sneaky where I hid my porn, I
Speaker 1: had underestimated how computer savvy she was, and maybe how
Speaker 1: determined she was to find what she was looking for.
Speaker 1: I had left her alone for a short while and
Speaker 1: came back to my room. I found her watching a
Speaker 1: grainy amateur clip of girl next door type happily receiving
Speaker 1: a huge faus soul. She was obviously immersed in the experience,
Speaker 1: and it took her a few moments for her to
Speaker 1: notice me, as she frantically tried to close the media
Speaker 1: player and pretend like I didn't just catch her red handed.
Speaker 1: I laughed it off and asked her she liked what
Speaker 1: she had seen. She turned beat red and mumbles something
Speaker 1: about how it was a bit much and not really
Speaker 1: her thing, but it had done something to her because
Speaker 1: it didn't take long for us to be all over
Speaker 1: each other in my bed, but then again, that's how
Speaker 1: we spent most of her time anyway. After we had
Speaker 1: finished and laid in bed cuddling, she asked me that
Speaker 1: thing in the video you don't expect me to ever
Speaker 1: let you do that to me right, Well, I don't
Speaker 1: expect you to do anything you don't want to do,
Speaker 1: but it would be hot if you let me. We
Speaker 1: didn't talk any more about it that night, and I
Speaker 1: honestly didn't expect any more to come of it, but
Speaker 1: I was very glad and relieved that she hadn't made
Speaker 1: more of a big deal of it. That was until
Speaker 1: maybe a month later, at the night of my birthday.
Speaker 1: Nellie had come over late, and her cheeky attitude left
Speaker 1: no doubt that she had come over with a plan.
Speaker 1: She had hinted that I would get my birthday present later,
Speaker 1: and as we wound up in bed, it was very
Speaker 1: much dawning on me. When I was in a special
Speaker 1: treat I started kissing her and intioning our normal for
Speaker 1: play routine, but she pushed me to the bed and
Speaker 1: asked me to wait. She slowly revealed in a cute
Speaker 1: and awkward strip tease that she had thought and was
Speaker 1: wearing black lingerie. I reached for her again, but she
Speaker 1: pushed my hands away and asked me to undress instead.
Speaker 1: To day is your birthday, so Jess, let it bit
Speaker 1: me take care of you. I undressed and laid on
Speaker 1: my back, row hard and ready for her as there,
Speaker 1: and then she started stroking my cock while on her
Speaker 1: knees next to me, so I could see her playing
Speaker 1: with her nipples through her lingerie with other hand. I
Speaker 1: was surprised by my own showmanship. Where had my shy,
Speaker 1: nerdy girl friend gone? She started slowly licking up and
Speaker 1: down my shaft, playing with my precumb with her tongue.
Speaker 1: Are you ready to get the best blow job you've
Speaker 1: ever had? She didn't wait for me to answer before
Speaker 1: starting to suck my cock with great enthusiasm. We often
Speaker 1: had oral and our regular routine was for me to
Speaker 1: warn her before coming, after which she would just remove
Speaker 1: herself and jerk me off over my stomach. Once before,
Speaker 1: she had let me come in her mouth before she
Speaker 1: rushed to the bathroom to clean her mouth. I was
Speaker 1: hoping for her to do so again after her promise
Speaker 1: of the best blow job ever. Maybe she would even
Speaker 1: swallow my gum. As my thoughts were racing towards and
Speaker 1: how she would celebrate my climax, My cock was following suit.
Speaker 1: I am getting close, I warned her and added it
Speaker 1: with a hopeful voice. Can I come in your mouth,
Speaker 1: not tonight, she replied, and got off of me. My
Speaker 1: initial disappointment hardly registered before she continued, I know I
Speaker 1: said I wouldn't let you, but today, since it's your birthday,
Speaker 1: I thought i'd let you finish like in one of
Speaker 1: those videos you like. That's revealing she had maybe had
Speaker 1: a little more time with my porn folder than I
Speaker 1: had thought. Initially, I couldn't believe this was coming from
Speaker 1: my normally demure, innocent girlfriend, but I wasn't about to
Speaker 1: pass up the opportunity. I pushed her over on her
Speaker 1: back and positioned myself across her so I could stroke
Speaker 1: myself while playing with her tits. She reached for the
Speaker 1: nightstand and put on her glasses. I think maybe I
Speaker 1: need these for protection, she grinned. I was still a
Speaker 1: bit unsure that she would actually follow through with this,
Speaker 1: and I didn't want to be the bad experience for
Speaker 1: Is it okay I sit on you like this? As
Speaker 1: she moaned soft in reply, I noticed that her hand
Speaker 1: had found its way down to my black silk pandies
Speaker 1: and that she was now softly circling our clip. Embolded
Speaker 1: by this sight, I had to ask her, have you
Speaker 1: ever thought about that video you saw? Did you maybe
Speaker 1: even think about it was a little hot? She looked
Speaker 1: up with a dreamy expression. Well maybe. At first I
Speaker 1: thought it was a little much and a little disgusting,
Speaker 1: But after a while I thought it was hot thinking
Speaker 1: about you looking and jerking off. So I've actually watched
Speaker 1: it again a few times while you were out of
Speaker 1: the room since then. Hearing your talk like this almost
Speaker 1: put me over the edge, as I was still slowly
Speaker 1: stroking myself in front of her face, my cock slicked
Speaker 1: with spit from the bro job and an increasingly amount
Speaker 1: of pre Come. So what do you want to do
Speaker 1: to me now, babe? I asked, moving closer, increasing my pace.
Speaker 1: You know that thing, she said, hesitating, while obviously increasing
Speaker 1: the pace of her own handiwork as well. One thing
Speaker 1: I want to hear you say it, I pressed. I
Speaker 1: want you to I want you to jerk off and
Speaker 1: come on me. Where do you want me to come?
Speaker 1: I want you to come on me. I want you
Speaker 1: to come on my face. She almost spit out the
Speaker 1: last word, clearly struggling against her shy nature while being
Speaker 1: pushed deep into sex space by orgasm that was clearly
Speaker 1: rolling through her slender body. My mind went blank, and
Speaker 1: I started coming all over her in thick white spurts.
Speaker 1: Some of them went over her head and onto the
Speaker 1: pillow in her hair, but most of it connected across
Speaker 1: her pretty face, hap open mouth, across her cheeks, and
Speaker 1: onto her glasses. On her own initiative, she raised her
Speaker 1: head and took my pulsing cock in her mouth, sucking
Speaker 1: me dry remaining drops. After that, we both collapsed and
Speaker 1: lay there, still saying not anything, as she was playfully
Speaker 1: started scooping my cum off her face with fingers. Well,
Speaker 1: that was the best birthday present I'd ever had, I
Speaker 1: told her, with the conviction. But do I have to
Speaker 1: wait another year before we do it again? Maybe not,
Speaker 1: she replied, But maybe you could also show me what
Speaker 1: other videos you have on your computer, And of course
Speaker 1: I did, Ethan, Hello, Ethan, how are you? That was
Speaker 1: really hot. I'm actually still not shy in the sex
Speaker 1: department by any means, But I don't know, I don't
Speaker 1: know how to describe myself. You know, I do blush
Speaker 1: a lot, like a lot, a lot a lot. Even
Speaker 1: though I'm really open to a lot of things, it
Speaker 1: still makes me so I still kind of have that
Speaker 1: whole nerdy, shy girl part of me that's never really
Speaker 1: went away. I liked that I fell in love with
Speaker 1: her myself, I absolutely did. I love the fact that
Speaker 1: she stumbled across your stash and she took the initiation
Speaker 1: of no matter how un she took the time to
Speaker 1: really look into herself and say, how can I do
Speaker 1: this for him? Which is so much me. I really
Speaker 1: like to know what turns my partner on, what makes them,
Speaker 1: what makes them sexually happy? What can I do to
Speaker 1: make something happen in real time? You know, if they're
Speaker 1: ready to put the toothpaste out of the tube kind
Speaker 1: of thing. The build up the birthday surprise, her putting
Speaker 1: her glasses on for quote unquote protection. I think she
Speaker 1: was still going with a nerdy like library. Look. I
Speaker 1: love the simple discovery turned into such an intimate, explosive
Speaker 1: moment for you both, Ethan. I have a question after
Speaker 1: the first facial, did you and Natalie dive deeper into
Speaker 1: your porn collection together or did it open the door
Speaker 1: to more adventures. I like the thought that not everybody
Speaker 1: connects through porn. They don't. I know, I only use
Speaker 1: it occasionally if I need to quit little get off.
Speaker 1: I'm I'm one of those women. I think. I don't
Speaker 1: know if I'm few or not that I cannot flip. Okay,
Speaker 1: I can a little bit flip into what I need
Speaker 1: to do to get off. I usually have to watch
Speaker 1: something to stimulate me, and I do not watch. I
Speaker 1: go search and I want a video. It's over twenty minutes,
Speaker 1: but I don't. I like fast forward, take the little slider, go,
Speaker 1: let's get to the good stuff. So I don't necessarily
Speaker 1: watch porn with my partner, but if it was something
Speaker 1: that turned us both on for investigative research for kinky
Speaker 1: stuff later, I absolutely would. But that's me. Have you
Speaker 1: ever had a partner's secret kink revealed unexpectedly and did
Speaker 1: it bring you closer or spark something new in your
Speaker 1: own sex life? You know the drill. I want to
Speaker 1: hear about it. Dear Nikki, I am Naomi thirty something
Speaker 1: here in the UK. I love, love, love your podcast.
Speaker 1: Thank you so much for the naughty thoughts and the
Speaker 1: tingles you and your listeners have given me. My experience
Speaker 1: can be classified as how I really met my husband
Speaker 1: to most my friends and anyone that asked the question,
Speaker 1: how did you meet your husband. I tell them it
Speaker 1: was through a mutual friend and leave it there. Sometimes
Speaker 1: I might add a tiny detail, but I never actually
Speaker 1: the truth. So here's the truth. I know you won't
Speaker 1: judge me for it, and I hope it makes you smile.
Speaker 1: Going back over ten years ago, I was good friends
Speaker 1: with Sophie. We met in college and lived close by,
Speaker 1: did everything two good friends can do. She was always
Speaker 1: into long term relationships with boys and far more sensible
Speaker 1: than me, where I was a bit more free, shall
Speaker 1: we say. My morals were not the best and I
Speaker 1: hardly ever stayed with anyone for long. So Sophie was
Speaker 1: in a relationship with a lovely man called Nathan. They'd
Speaker 1: been together for almost a year, and she had basically
Speaker 1: moved in with him. They were very close and annoyingly
Speaker 1: cute together. The only problem being that as I fancied
Speaker 1: him so much, I really did, he just seemed to
Speaker 1: tick so many boxes for me. I was always seemed
Speaker 1: to want what I can't have. I can be a
Speaker 1: big flirt and I'm not always good at hiding my
Speaker 1: thoughts about others. So were there many times we would
Speaker 1: go out as group friends, and with him there, I
Speaker 1: would always have my naughty thoughts and be cheeky flirt.
Speaker 1: It wasn't anything that obvious, but thinking back, it must
Speaker 1: have been. I'm not sure I am all that subtle.
Speaker 1: One such night was after a drinks party at a
Speaker 1: rather fancy works promotional event. As Sophie was a big
Speaker 1: part of she had invited Nathan and myself along to
Speaker 1: boost the numbers. There were lots of free bubbies, cocktails
Speaker 1: and it was a really good night out with a
Speaker 1: chance to dress up and have fun, so I wasn't
Speaker 1: going to turn it down. Poor Sophie was staying professional
Speaker 1: and looking after the other guest. She couldn't drink, so
Speaker 1: I had volunteered to be our designated driver for that night,
Speaker 1: which left me alone with Nathan quite a lot. We
Speaker 1: became drinking partners in crime, seeing who could bag the
Speaker 1: most free drinks as we walked around the venue, having
Speaker 1: a laugh and joke. We stayed to the very end
Speaker 1: and had a good night. I grabbed a bottle of
Speaker 1: champagne on my way out the door for no other
Speaker 1: reason than I could. I was in a very fun mood.
Speaker 1: Sophie had offered to drop someone else off on the
Speaker 1: way home, so he sat in the front as she drove,
Speaker 1: leaving myself and Nathan in the back of the car.
Speaker 1: From the moment we set off, I was in full
Speaker 1: flirt mode, so I kicked off my shoes, rubbing it
Speaker 1: up and down his leg, grinning at him from the
Speaker 1: safety of the darkness, knowing she couldn't see. Oh, Nikki,
Speaker 1: I was shocking. I admit it. I did every cliche
Speaker 1: flirt you can imagine, from touching a thigh, sucking the
Speaker 1: top of the bottle suggestively. I even sat back, raising
Speaker 1: my dress just enough to show my pennies to him.
Speaker 1: My cleavage was on full display. I traced my fingers
Speaker 1: over my exposed skin. I was far from subtle, and
Speaker 1: got worse the more he squirmed. At one point, I
Speaker 1: put my hand over his crotch and almost squealed when
Speaker 1: I felt he was hard. My head was spinning. She
Speaker 1: was driving along, making small talk before dropping off her
Speaker 1: Colligue at his home. I remember behaving more at this point,
Speaker 1: but I still blew kisses to him and glanced at
Speaker 1: his balge as he tried to pretend it wasn't there.
Speaker 1: So he hadn't spoke much for the remainder of the journey,
Speaker 1: and when she got to my house she just said, thanks,
Speaker 1: you can go now. I was barely out of the
Speaker 1: car before they drove off. No surprise. I woke up
Speaker 1: the next morning with a Grade A hangover. I felt awful.
Speaker 1: Then there was the moment when I think back to
Speaker 1: how I behaved and what happened. I really didn't worry
Speaker 1: too much about it until I saw my phone so
Speaker 1: many text messages from Sophie accusing me of all kinds
Speaker 1: of things, asking did I think she was blind? Calling
Speaker 1: me every name you could think of, slut, bitch, fat, cow, tart,
Speaker 1: you can get the idea much worse too. There must
Speaker 1: have been twenty messages from her, too many for me
Speaker 1: to read, and just one from Nathan telling me to
Speaker 1: apologize for her. Okay, so at this point I did
Speaker 1: feel bad. I tried to call her, text her anything
Speaker 1: to say sorry, blame me, et cetera, but there was
Speaker 1: no reply to anything, no blue ticks. Only option left
Speaker 1: was to see her face to face, whatever a bruce
Speaker 1: she had to throw at me. I threw on something
Speaker 1: casual and drove to their house and nervelessly knocked on
Speaker 1: the door. After a short delay, Nathan opened the door,
Speaker 1: looking like a mess in jogging pants and a T shirt,
Speaker 1: clearly not much sleep. The first thing he says, you're late.
Speaker 1: She's moved out. I followed him in and tried to
Speaker 1: say it'll be okay, she'll come around, but he was
Speaker 1: adamant that she was raging. She knows we flirt. She's
Speaker 1: had enough. I was dumb struck and said sorry to him,
Speaker 1: not sure what I could say to make it better,
Speaker 1: so I suggested it takes two to tango, and I
Speaker 1: can't be entirely to blame. He sewered her, agreed, and
Speaker 1: that it was partly right. I told him I was
Speaker 1: more than partly right. When he got hard in the
Speaker 1: back of the car the previous night, he went mad,
Speaker 1: saying how bad I was, how it isn't funny. I agreed,
Speaker 1: hiding my smile and offered to hug him. The poor
Speaker 1: man was a complete emotional mess. I pulled him into
Speaker 1: a hug and held him close, whispering that she will
Speaker 1: get over it. I needn't have bothered saying that, because
Speaker 1: I suddenly felt him get hard again. I stepped back
Speaker 1: and looked. This time it was very obvious in those
Speaker 1: loose jogging pants. I had to laugh, staring as he
Speaker 1: tried his best to cover up. I just melted there
Speaker 1: and then and moved his hands away. I reached down
Speaker 1: to feel his bolge, kissing him full on the lips.
Speaker 1: There was no effort to stop the kiss or my
Speaker 1: hands on him. I wanted him there and then, and
Speaker 1: I told him this fact. I was soon on my
Speaker 1: knees in his kitchen, his clock in my mouth as
Speaker 1: I looked up at him to see the look of
Speaker 1: pure excitement and confusion that was really happening. We didn't
Speaker 1: make up stairs. The desperation was too much for both
Speaker 1: of us. I bent over the kitchen table, pushed my
Speaker 1: panties to one side before guiding him into me behind.
Speaker 1: We fucked over that table, tits bouncing with each thrust.
Speaker 1: Neither of us lasted more than five minutes at most.
Speaker 1: I came so much, a real sense of relief and pleasure.
Speaker 1: He didn't last a second after he realized that it
Speaker 1: had already came. I felt him push in more as
Speaker 1: he shot loads spurted into me. I fucking loved it,
Speaker 1: using all my muscles to milk his cock of every
Speaker 1: last drop, squeezing him until I eventually he went soft
Speaker 1: and pulled out, both of us out of breath as
Speaker 1: our juices ran down my legs, leaving a very sexy,
Speaker 1: wet mass leaking out. I turned and kissed him again,
Speaker 1: none of us daring to talk about what just happened.
Speaker 1: I finally asked him if he regretted it. He said no,
Speaker 1: and I said the same, And it wasn't long before
Speaker 1: we were doing it again, this time slower, more considered.
Speaker 1: We have it really or mostly stopped our sex lives
Speaker 1: since that moment and the ten years we've been together.
Speaker 1: We've been married seven years in counting. She did send
Speaker 1: Nathan a message a few months later, something about him
Speaker 1: getting what he wanted. After all. We didn't reply. I
Speaker 1: never heard from Sophie again. She's married now, so this
Speaker 1: does have a happy ending in more ways than one.
Speaker 1: Suffice to say, we didn't get an invite to her
Speaker 1: wedding or her to ours. I lost a friend but
Speaker 1: gained a husband. You can see now why we don't
Speaker 1: exactly tell the truth to others when they ask. I
Speaker 1: would say my morals have improved, but Nathan knows me
Speaker 1: too well to agree to that. I'm not quite as
Speaker 1: bad as I once was. But if there are any
Speaker 1: women listening with sexy husband, it's probably best to keep
Speaker 1: me at safe distance. Lol. Love you loads, Naomi, I
Speaker 1: love you too, Naomi.
Speaker 2: You're right, I don't judge because we all have very
Speaker 2: pretty glittery skeletons in our closet and I have some too,
Speaker 2: I really do. And are we all proud of some
Speaker 2: of the things we've achieved the way we've achieved them,
Speaker 2: regardless if it's because of sex, drugs, or rock and roll. Kidding, No,
Speaker 2: here's the thing that's some I can maybe help you
Speaker 2: with this. And it took me in hot minute. I
Speaker 2: had to stop wanting to get a drink of hot tea.
Speaker 2: Sometimes karma, whatever we want to call it, has a
Speaker 2: way of removing people or placing people in our lives
Speaker 2: that are meant for us. And sometimes those people can
Speaker 2: come in messy events, like maybe you're with somebody else
Speaker 2: on vacation and you're drinking five martinis and they are
Speaker 2: wishing somebody else is there instead of you, or the
Speaker 2: fact they wish they were there with you and going
Speaker 2: NonStop about that person. And while you're drinking said five martinis,
Speaker 2: you happen to meet a chap a very English chop
Speaker 2: and you're drinking more martinis and talking. And I couldn't
Speaker 2: oops tell you what those conversations were with that old chap,
Speaker 2: but I will tell you this. I'm not so innocent either.
Speaker 2: And that night, in my brave, good god, I'm confessing
Speaker 2: a gazillion here, Nami, it's your fault. And that night,
Speaker 2: in that moment after he was asleep, I never do this, people,
Speaker 2: I do not send nudes. He did not get a
Speaker 2: nude as you think, but he did get a down
Speaker 2: shot of my tits in a very lacy camusol what
Speaker 2: I did not know doing time zone math here, Okay,
Speaker 2: I woke up the next morning to nice nibble, well
Speaker 2: nipple was strategically placed where my lace was pushing it up.
Speaker 2: Flirting with him that night has been very, very well
Speaker 2: sexy and it is still sexy to this day.
Speaker 1: I'm whispering that part, so we all have skeletons. As
Speaker 1: you can see, he's not my husband. But anyway, Naomi
Speaker 1: from I fell in love with the story from the
Speaker 1: back seat teasing to that kitchen table finale. Talk about
Speaker 1: turning a hangover into a husband. By the way, lots
Speaker 1: of water in Thailand all and then go to bed
Speaker 1: and your grade a hangover is hardly anything. Just a
Speaker 1: little advice to me. I really do have to admire
Speaker 1: the no holds barred honesty because I am that way.
Speaker 1: I don't know how else to be, not black and
Speaker 1: white and honest. But I have a question for you,
Speaker 1: looking back now after ten years together, do you ever
Speaker 1: laugh about that wild morning? I mean, what is going
Speaker 1: on through our heads over there? Or is it still
Speaker 1: your little secret thrill? I know where I am today
Speaker 1: with a soap with a sexually chop. It is still
Speaker 1: a thrill to this day. And I still will fight
Speaker 1: with him about the facts that that was not a
Speaker 1: purposeful nipple shot because it was only showing like the
Speaker 1: front part of it, so in a whole nipple shot.
Speaker 1: If I was a will to send him a freaking
Speaker 1: nipple shot, it was wally, a whole breast on forward
Speaker 1: nipple shot, not a peek down the valley. And I
Speaker 1: was just trying to give him a downside here. Have
Speaker 1: you ever pursued someone you shouldn't have, maybe a friend's
Speaker 1: partner or an off limits crush, and did it lead
Speaker 1: to regret or like Naomi, to something lasting This is
Speaker 1: a very juicy one to ponder, but I am in
Speaker 1: Naomi's camp. It's turned into something a little spicy and lasting.
Speaker 1: Dear Nikki. I've listened to your show from Monstow, curled
Speaker 1: up under the covers with my headphones in, heart racing
Speaker 1: every time you read one of these confessions. I never
Speaker 1: thought i'd be one riding in, but here I am
Speaker 1: anonymous and shaking because I can't keep this inside anymore.
Speaker 1: It happened three weeks ago. We've known each other since college,
Speaker 1: old friends, nothing more, or so I told myself. He's married,
Speaker 1: I'm married. Different people, different lives, but the same small
Speaker 1: town where everyone pretends everything's fine. We ran into each
Speaker 1: other at a quiet bar after a work event. One
Speaker 1: drink turned into two and shots, then his hand on
Speaker 1: my thigh under the table, like it belonged there. We
Speaker 1: didn't make it far, his car in a shadowed corner
Speaker 1: of the lot. The second door shut, and it was
Speaker 1: like a dam broke. He kissed me like he had
Speaker 1: been starving for it, deep, hungry teeth and tongue and
Speaker 1: that low groan I still hear in my dreams. My
Speaker 1: dress was up around my waist before I could think.
Speaker 1: He pinned my wrist above my head with one hand,
Speaker 1: then the other, sliding between my legs, fingers, finding me
Speaker 1: already dripping for him. You've wanted this for years, haven't you,
Speaker 1: he whispered against my neck. I couldn't even lie, just
Speaker 1: moaned yes, as he pushed inside me, slow at first,
Speaker 1: than hard, relentless, the car rocking with every thrust. I
Speaker 1: came so hard I saw stars clinching around him while
Speaker 1: he growled my name like a prayer. He followed right after,
Speaker 1: filling me up, both of us trembling, sweating, laughing breathlessly
Speaker 1: at an after glow, like teenagers who just got away
Speaker 1: with something huge. Since then, I can't stop, I reply
Speaker 1: it constantly, the way he bit my shoulder, how his
Speaker 1: cock felt stretching me, The filthy things he said he'd
Speaker 1: do next time we met. At the worst moments, folding laundry,
Speaker 1: driving to the pickup groceries, sitting across from my husband
Speaker 1: at dinner. I squeezed my thighs together and imagine his
Speaker 1: mouth on me, slower, teasing, until I beg but he's married.
Speaker 1: I'm married. We haven't texted since that night, radio silence,
Speaker 1: probably both terrified of what happens if we admit we
Speaker 1: want more? Do I reach out risk the explosion? Or
Speaker 1: do I lock away this pretend one reckless fuck was enough.
Speaker 1: I don't know what comes next, thinky, I just know
Speaker 1: I ache for him in ways I didn't know where possible.
Speaker 1: Reading this out loud on your show, God, even thinking
Speaker 1: about a thousand hearing it makes me throb. Tell me
Speaker 1: I'm not alone in this mess. Tell me what I
Speaker 1: should do. Craving more? Anonymous Missouri, OI, Hello, Anonymous of Missouri.
Speaker 1: Did you make the weather? Okay? I'm wondering how much
Speaker 1: snow you've got compared to me. You're not alone, No,
Speaker 1: absolutely not. I don't think we would be reading confession
Speaker 1: upon confession if you're alone at all in any of this.
Speaker 1: I think a craving is a craving, and just that
Speaker 1: do you want more? Do you want another? Is it?
Speaker 1: You know, your cup of tea kind of thing. I
Speaker 1: don't know where that came from reading her profession out loud,
Speaker 1: just now I felt every pulse and that ache right
Speaker 1: along with you. The way you described him pinning your wrist,
Speaker 1: that first slow thrusting turning frantic in the way you're
Speaker 1: still clenching around the memory weeks later. That kind of
Speaker 1: heat doesn't just fade, It simmers, It builds and demands attention.
Speaker 1: Like I said, you're not alone in the mess. You're
Speaker 1: a very good company. And here on the show, I
Speaker 1: think if I was in your shoes, I would reach
Speaker 1: out once, not anything sexual, just a hello and you know, hey,
Speaker 1: you know, and maybe something that you've talked about in
Speaker 1: the bar before the sexual stuff. I wouldn't bring up
Speaker 1: the sexual stuff just to kind of feel the waters out.
Speaker 1: If he does not reply, then it's a no for
Speaker 1: him and leave it at that, And it might take
Speaker 1: him longer. Remember it might take him a little bit
Speaker 1: to answer, a little bit to think about it that
Speaker 1: if he wants to continue this, so give him grace
Speaker 1: as well. I will say this though, the silence since
Speaker 1: the hookup, it's fear keeping you both quiet or are
Speaker 1: you testing whether the craving will burn itself out? If
Speaker 1: you could have one more night with him, no consequences,
Speaker 1: no fallout, just pure indulgence. What's the one thing you'd
Speaker 1: beg him to do differently this time? Something he didn't
Speaker 1: quite get to the last round. Affairs like this stolen,
Speaker 1: electric forbidden hit different because they remind us how a
Speaker 1: live desire can feel when it's risky, But they also
Speaker 1: leave us dangling on that razor edge between craving more
Speaker 1: and fearing the wrack edge. Have you ever been in
Speaker 1: a situation where one illicit night left you obsessed replaying
Speaker 1: it endlessly, but the married status on both sides made
Speaker 1: the next time feel impossible. Did you reach out anyway
Speaker 1: or did you force yourself to let it die? And
Speaker 1: looking back, do you regret the silence or are you
Speaker 1: grateful you protected what you already had? Drop your thoughts
Speaker 1: in comments and you know to dear Niggi at Niggi
Speaker 1: dearniggi dot com. You can always email me them, or
Speaker 1: you can go over to our handy dandy discord channel
Speaker 1: and let us know how you really feel. I think
Speaker 1: this is a perfect place to stop for the day.
Speaker 1: Let's reflect on today's confessions. Ethan reminds us how vulnerability,
Speaker 1: like sharing a hidden fetish, can ignite passion and deep connections,
Speaker 1: turning innocent into unforgettable. Naomi Tale shows us that sometimes
Speaker 1: the messiest start leads to the strongest bonds, but it
Speaker 1: also highlights the cost of crossing lines what we can
Speaker 1: take from them. Communication and consistent are the key, and
Speaker 1: exploring desires and true compatibility often shines through chaos. Food
Speaker 1: for thought.
Speaker 3: Ask yourself, what's one secret fantas or forbidden attraction you've
Speaker 3: kept hidden and could sharing it safely bring more excitement
Speaker 3: to your life? And now for our favorite part or
Speaker 3: one at least mine your answer to your middle What
Speaker 3: gets pulled, pushed, squeezed tight, makes a loud noise when
Speaker 3: it's really happy, and loves when you finish it off
Speaker 3: quickly and catch up.
Speaker 1: Bottle again comes lainly queen. But I love you guys enough,
Speaker 1: I know where your mind was. If you have sent
Speaker 1: me a confession in the last couple of weeks. Please now,
Speaker 1: it's probably not gonna air until like February, mid February,
Speaker 1: almost to middle March, where that far out. So just
Speaker 1: keep that in mind. You've sent it like a week
Speaker 1: or two, it's going to probably appear within that time range.
Speaker 1: But again, I really do appreciate your patience. Ending closing, Hello, lover,
Speaker 1: what Ethan's birthday surprise? Tonight? I'll slip into something sexy lacy,
Speaker 1: kneel before you and let you paint my face just
Speaker 1: like that first time. I'll even wear my glasses for
Speaker 1: you for protection. Of course, you want to meet me
Speaker 1: in the bedroom, I really want to know. And until
Speaker 1: next time, ladies and gentlemen, have a fucking fabulous week.