Speaker 1: Hey, you fill the animals. Welcome back to Nicky after Dark,
the only podcast where your darkest what a secrets get
read out loud while I get a little turned on
by hosting them. I'm your host, Nikki, and tonight we're
diving deep. Here are three teasers of the stories coming
up tonight. A woman answers the door for a long
planned threesome gets dropped to her knees in the interway
for a brutal our long throat fucking by two men.
A treat like a shared toy. A lazy morning solo
session by the glass patio doors turns risky when a
mystery neighbor starts washing and she decides to put on
a full show, complete with come drizzled tits pressed against
the glass. And a newlywed wife surprise her husband in
frual bridal lingerie gives him the slowest, slunniest stocking com
foot job of his life, right before her fingers her
to us, screaming or cast him while still wearing his
wedding ring. That and so so much more, Good evening, John,
how are you? Blackbeard's driving? So I'm to try to
find the sexiest ones I can and may kiss, driving
a little more uncomfortable? Oh? Driving? Or jacking off? Actually both?
So you guys did the whole Was it something about Mary?
You know? Gotcha? Before we get into full conversessions, I
want to hear from all of you. Here's tonight's question.
What's the one place you've had or desperately want to
have sex where getting caught would be an absolutely catastrophic
but the risk makes it ten times hotter? And the
second one as have you ever been watched knowingly or not?
And did it completely change how hard you came? I
really well know every detail. Drop your answer in the comments.
You can always DM me, or you aways send it
to Nikki in I kk y at deerniky dot com,
anonymously through the website at deerniky dot com under the
confessions tab, or come on over to Discard Monday through
Saturday apm Central Standard Time and meet other sexy s
exploratives just like yourself. Okay, it's time for that dirty
sounding riddle. Are you ready? I have a long shaft
in a round head. Men use me, but women blow me.
What am I? Keep that dirty thought in your hat
and I'll reveal the answer at the very end of
our show you know what time it is. It's time
to sit back, relax, Let's have a whiskey with some
filthy cherries, of course, and explore some erotic fantasies from
people just like you and me, dear Nigi. There were
two of them, which I knew going in, and I
told myself it would be totally fine, totally manageable. I'm
an adult who makes her own decisions about these things,
et cetera, et cetera. And then they opened the door
and they both just looked at me the way guys
look at you when they're already made up their minds
about what's going to happen to you, and my brain
just went very quiet. This was my first time meeting
them in person, but we had talked about what we
wanted to happen extensively online, so I knew what to expect.
They didn't even let me get inside first. One of
them grabbed me by the arm and said, on your knees.
And it wasn't a question, didn't have any of that
checking in energy, just flat and certain, and I just
dropped right there in the interway on the floor, like
that's a completely reasonable and normal response to that. Situation
for me, it is whatever. The other one grabbed my
hair almost immediately, not gentle, not testing, just decided the
kind of grip where you feel of every finger separate.
There's no version of this where you're in charge. He
took my head back, looked down at me for a
second before he said, look at you. You look desperate already,
which was accurate. What happened after that was about an
hour of them training off, doing whatever they wanted with
my mouth, and I've genuinely never felt more used, and
I mean that in the most grateful possible way. They
had a system. One would hold my head with both
hands in my hair completely still. The other fucked my throat,
not gently, all the way down now warm up, no
pushing until I gagged. Holding it there, I made sounds
that were really embarrassing and also could not be helped.
Every time I tried to pull back even a little,
the hands of my hair were tightened and he'd say stop.
You said you could take it. In this calm, flat voice.
He was reminding me of something I agreed to, and
I had agreed to it, so I'd stop. The dirty
talk was so bad, bad good. There was a lot
of open wider said, with a slow, condescending pause between
each word, like I was struggling to understand basic instructions, which, honestly,
in that moment I was, and a lot of them
just talking to each other about me while I was
right there between them, just casual. She takes asat I
bet she's wanted this, I'll wake third person, like I
was the activity, not the participant, like I was just
what they were doing with their night, and that specifically
did something to my brain I cannot explain, because the
moment they started treating me like a thing they were
sharing instead of a person I was, I just completely
stopped thinking, went quiet all the way down. That is
the closest thing to an actual piece I have felt
in a very long time. And I don't know what
that says about me, and I've stopped caring. The spanking
was happening all the way through. Every time I gagged
hard or struggled against the grip with one of them,
they would land a slap on my ass and I
jolt and choke worse, and they'd both laugh, not mean laughing,
genuinely pleased laughing, like they were having a really good time.
And I was the fun and something about being the
fun being the two people are enjoyed doing things to
me that I can't put into words right. They pulled
my hair so hard at one point I had tears
just from that, not from anything else, just the pull,
and one of them noticed and said, there, it is
like he's been waiting for that specifically, and then he
kept going. At some point one of them spit in
my mouth, just tilted my chin up, waited until I
opened without being told to, and did it, said swallow,
and I swallowed without thinking about it, and he said
good girl, really quietly, almost to himself. And that is
literally the only moment in the whole hour where I've
actually felt shy, which is completely deranged given everything else
that has been happening and how long it had been happening.
They slapped my face a few times too, not hard,
more like emphasis. Once after I finally managed to take
one of them fully without the sound of being pathetic,
and he just tapped my cheek and said, there you go, see,
like I'd done something worth noticing. The second time, when
I drifted somewhere inside my own head and he needed
me back, two fingers on my cheek, not hard eyes
on me when I'm in your throat. I looked up
and kept looking. When they came, it was fast, one
after the other, with barely any time in between, which
I was not fully prepared for. First one grabbed my
hair with both hands and said, don't move, don't you
dare move and came down my throat while I swallowed
because that was the only available option, and he held
my head against him until he was completely sure. I
didn't let go until he was done. This second one
stepped right into that space without giving me even a second,
just moved right in and said you're torn to choke
on me in this very satisfied voice. That's exactly what's happened.
The same grip, the same death, swallowing every drop, don't
you waste it? And I didn't. I didn't waste any
of it. When it was actually over, I sat back
on my heels with the carpet pressed into my knees,
my hair completely destroyed and my throat raw, and one
of them said, you're such a good little slut, like
it was just a regular sentence to sato person you
just met. It is a regular sentence they say to me. Specifically,
I asked for water because I needed it, and one
of them actually went and got it, which felt very civilized.
One of them considered the other one patted my head
like I was a dog and said to his friend,
she didn't really do good, and I was far too
gone to even think of being a f ended. I
agreed with him. I did do really good. My throat
hurt for two days after, and I don't have one
single request, not one signed the anonymous throat toy. Hello,
mister Bineapple, how are you tonight? Of course? Do you
want me to say that word? John? That was really raw, delicious,
so perfectly depraved. The way they treated you like their
shared toy, hits every submissive button and zero regrets. That's
the right energy if you want something like this. I
liked how maybe I think for a female, for a
woman's head. We expected them to come in negotiate, even
though everyone talked about online, and they just came in,
took control the situation, and then left got exactly in
and out right questions from my author, what was the
hottest moment for you in hinds sight? The hair pulling,
the spit, the casual third person talk, or the back
to back finishes. Would you do it again with the
same two men? Into my listeners? Ever been the eager
little thing between two men who had already had the
whole night planned or fantasized about it? Drop your own
confessions all the links or in my show notes. Eh
ha ha ah ah you two, dear Nikki. I take
my last slip of strawberry smoothie, the tart flavor making
my lips pucker. Staring out at the kitchen window, the
lazy sun rays of the morning make their way across
the lawn. The dewy blades of clat grass glisten belove,
the tranquil mornings, the silent hum of a house still asleep.
I drift toward the glass doors. My light pink but
jama's shorts kissed my upper thighs. The soft peaks of
my breast brushed against the thin fabric. As I lean
against the frame of the patio door, I feel so
damn horny. My fingers run along the spaghetti straps of
my top. The calmel tips of my hard nipples are
trying their hardest to escape the thin fabric. When was
the last time I had sex? About a month ago?
His name's not worth mentioning, but his cock did a
fantastic job of getting me to squirt. He had one
of those cocks that spoke to every inch of my body,
the perfect SyES enough to make me crave it deeper,
and perfect enough to enjoy getting messy pace of buck
My fingers tug at the thin waistbands of my tiny shorts.
I licked my plump lips absent mindedly as I'm tempted
to tip a finger below. My eyes drift to the
shimmering pool, its cool surface inviting. I usually take a
couple laps before starting my day, but to day I
decide to break that routine. Irradiating heat churns from my core,
persuading me to surrender. I dip two fingers below, resting
them on my mound. My fingers playfully twirl my trim
pussy hair. It must be a dry spell that has
me believing like this. I hastily take my top off,
instinctively pinching my wrecked nipples. My cheeks pressed against the
cool glass, I continue to fantasize about his cock, admiring
how my juice is clinging on to my fingers. I'm
so fucking what I can't take this any more. It
doesn't take much from my shorts to all the sential
curve of my back are just further like I am
anticipating him to come and take me from mind. Strands
in my curly hair tickle my nose as I slide
my fingers deep. The morning sun makes my caramels shimmer.
I lean into my fingers, swirling around, slowly, teasing myself,
pushing deeper into my soft folds. My thumb lies flat
against my neglected click so much redoing laps around the pool.
My brows furrow as I part my lips, thinking about
as black cock throbbing, dripping with my saliva. My calves
tighten as I instinctively gyrate my wide hips to the
rhythm of my fingers. The palm of my hand slaps
against my wet mound. The rising tide of my orgasms
make my legs tremble, balancing my knees against the glass.
You're such a dirty slut, Sophia, I moan. I tempt
it to shove my fingers into my mouth and appreciate
my nectar. I quicken the pace, yearning for more, feeling
the edge of my bliss, I continue to fantasize about
as lovely cock spratting me open while lying on my back,
filling my walls grip onto every inch As he quickens
his pace, my hips slam into him, feeling his thick
load paint me. Holding his pulsing cock over my used holes,
hearing his labored grunts as post dunt sensitivity creams in.
The thick ropes of cumb drizzled over my neat patch
of curled pussy hair remind me of a freshly baked
cinnamon bun. I'm on the brink of crumbling. My shoulders
are tight, anticipating the release. I tilt my head back,
curly strands of hair clinging on to the back of
my sweaty neck. The tranquil surroundings are abruptly disrupted. I
noticed prying eyes from across the yard, coming from the
Thomson House. It should have been enough for me to
stop my fock session, but who doesn't love a mystery admirer.
The swell of my orgasms crash over me. My whole
body shudders, Desperate moans pour out of my gaping mouth.
A blissful smirk crosses my face. My pussy convulses around
my soak fingers. I bowl them up slowly as my
juices pour slowly out of me. The wet trail follows
my fingertips. I've not forgotten my admirer across the yard
as I suck my calm drinzed fingers. The dangy flavor
mixed with my saliva, parting my dewy lips and letting
it drizzle onto the peaks of my breast. My hips
leave me toward the glass door, staring into their eyes.
As I pressed my moist breast, I kissed the cold glass.
I kiss the glass, leaving my imprint. My curious tongue
licks the top of my lips while slowly turning around.
The scent of slack coats my spent body. Some light
glimmers off my bronze skin, tracing the curve of my back.
That was definitely better than I was expecting. The post
orgasm trance leaves me light, bare feet pressing into the
hard wood. I droped upstairs, wondering who was behind the
fence signed your sunny morning slut. Nothing beats a spontaneous
sun drenched solo session with an audience that rissy excabition
thrill mixed with the vivid memories. I really like this.
Hello George, how are we? Are you doing good tonight?
And to my author, was it hot or knowing someone
was watching? Or would you have preferred they came over
and joined in? Who do you secretly hope was behind
those eyes in the Thompson House? I think not knowing
is a bar answer on this one. You know, maybe eventually,
but I kind of like that she doesn't know. I mean,
she may know now, but I think I would just
let it go for the flow. I mean, it keeps
it sexy, keeps it consensual, but it's still very you
don't know that way. I mean they may know, but
you don't know, and that puts you in a position
of the mind is a terrible thing to waste when
it comes to imagination, right, so you can make up somebody,
even the guy who'sa at the grocery store right to
my listeners, ever touch yourself in front of a window,
half hoping or fully hoping someone would watching? Have you
ever been the mystery admirer? On the other side, spill
your own risky morning stories. I am really wet about
this one. You can always send them to Nikki and
Ikky at deerniky dot com anonymously through the website at
deerniky dot com under the confession stab and join me
over on Discord Monday through Saturday eight pm Central Standard
Time for even more filthy confessions, just like this one.
You're brushing your teeth. Oh, he's minty fresh. Guys. You know,
I've never had this done, but I've always heard that
very delicious to get your pussy eaten right after you
hear like a minty toothbrush and a really heavy like
a mouth wash. That's the word I'm looking for, and
then you go down. I bet you that's amazing. I
mean I already like when I get waxed and they
use that fine pill which makes me feel minty fresh. Yeah.
So George used to live across the street from a
smoking hawk girl that used to walk around naked in
front of her window. Do you guys remember when the
internet was still in its infancy and there was a
woman that went live twenty four to seven naked and
all she did was clean her house. But she made
really really good money. It's all she did. She didn't
even think sexual you could tap into it. I think
the only thing that wasn't didn't have cameras in it
was her bedroom in the bathroom obviously so. But other
than that, she was way ahead of her time, and
that we're talking about not even good cameras. So I think,
if I remember right, they were up high, so you
really couldn't tell who she was. But yeah, you just
saw a naked woman doing her own thing. Kind of sexy,
I think, Dear Niki. A girlfriend's birthday brunch turned into
a full day of drinking and a gaging of us
ending up clunging. Now, let me tell you, when I drink,
I get horny as fuck. But being in a large
group of girls where the majority are hotter than me,
male attention was not coming my way. Sure, a couple
guys were hitting on me, but only after getting rejected
by some of my friends first. I wasn't going to
be some dude's third or fourth choice. So I decided
the first guy to make a move on me first
before any of my friends would be the guy I
was going to fuck lo and behold. Once I came
out of the toilet after slutifying myself up, opening an
extra button on my blouse, and hiking up my skirt,
a little bit more, I had my first suitor. I
can't remember the cheesy line. He used something about my legs,
but it was all I needed. We got to flirting
and he got really close, pulling me up into him.
He was tall and built, but alas it was too
good to be true. Another woman soon appeared and rudely
introduced herself as his girlfriend. The flirting nature was gone,
and he brushed off our conversation as pleasantries, and off
he went with his visibly pissed off girlfriend. Throughout the evening,
more guys made advances, and I happily entertained them, but
my mind was elsewhere. We kept exchanging looks from across
the room. I could feel him watching me on the
dance floor, I meet it, so he had a direct
view as I grinded against a total stranger. His eyes
locked on mine as he nodded along to his girlfriend's conversation.
We both wanted each other. The energy was there from
the first moment he spoke, but could tell his girlfriend
could send it too. I waited for my opportunity to strike.
His girlfriend walked away, leaving him unintended, and I took
my chance, marching across the dance floor towards this table
in the corner. I grabbed his hand and told him
to follow me out on the side door in a
dark alley. Our bodies locked it in a brace before
he had me turn round and push up to the
against the cold wall. He lifted my skirt, slid my
panties to the side. It was fast and rough, pumping
hard and deep inside me with his rock solid cock.
A couple of minutes of rough fucking, and he told
me he was going to come. I got on my
knees and sucked him until he filled my mouth with
this salty load. I fixed myself up and went back inside.
His girlfriend was back at their table, oblivious to the
whole thing as she scurled away on her phone while
I again join my friends on the dance floor signed
your alley way, come slut. I never had to were
I never had to worry about this because I didn't
go clothing. I'm just saying, and but I like her style.
I would say the same thing. I'm not going to
be her third and fourth choice. And you know what,
there's a wall, go grind against it. I also like
that she found a guy and went I went him.
I'm taking him energy sneaking a quick rough fuck Ryan
under his girlfriend knows while you were out there with
the girls. Was very filthy and bold. My question is,
as I was reading this in, I'm wondering, did you
guys catch this too? Was it the same guy that
the girlfriend showed up and they kind of he kind
of brushed off? Or was it someone new? First I
thought it was someone new, and then she said the
girlfriend went away and finally left him alone and they
had this kind of thing going. I was, yeah, so alleyway,
let us know, we're kind of confused over here. I
often went for the mid girls. She feels special hotter girls.
Wonder why if she rejects, then go for the next
hotter girl. Oh, that's interesting me. The best way to
get into my pants has just made me laugh. That's it.
I'm an easy that way. I just I like to laugh.
I think that's the best afrodijiac a guy could do
for me. I'm not you know, oh taking notes to
my listeners, have you ever stolen a guy, even for
a few dirty minutes, right in front of his girl
or when she was away, or been the one who
got your man snatched for a quickie in the alley.
Drop your sneaky and risky club confessions below. I'm dying
to read them. All. My links are in the show notes.
George is flirting with me. Oh my goodness, dear Nikki Me,
my girlfriend and my cousin had been out parting all
night and needed a place to crash. We decided to
book a hotel room, and since the cost was a
bit steep, we agreed to share it. As we all
settled into our room, we were feeling frisky after the
night of partying. My girlfriend and I started to get intimate,
kissing and touching each other right there, and before long
we were having sacks right in front of him. At first,
my cousin felt a bit awkward and tried to look away,
but he couldn't help watching. He started getting hard as
soon as he was stroking hisself while watching us. We
didn't mind, In fact, we liked having him there as
our voyeir. My girlfriend knew he was watching the whole time,
and it turned her on even more. As things got hotter,
my cousin's desires took over over to the bed and
joined us, taking my girlfriend by surprise. She was hesitant first,
but he was very persuasive, and soon she was enjoying
his hands and mouth all over her. He especially worshiped
her ass. He'd been fantasizing about it for a long time,
ever since he first saw a naked picture of her.
He asked if she wanted to try something more adventurous.
She eagerly agreed. As the night went on, he asked
if he could fuck her. She hesitated, but between the
two of us we persuaded her and she finally said yes.
He took his time preparing her, then positioned himself behind her.
She braced herself With one smooth thrust, he was deep
inside her ass. She let out a loud moan and
a pure pleasure as his huge cock filled her. He
started thrusting, and soon she was begging him to go
harder and faster. She had never felt anything like it.
She was completely lost in the moment, moaning loudly with
every thrust. He was a skilled lover and knew exactly
how to handle her. Eventually, he couldn't hold back anymore
and pumped a huge load to come deep into her ass. Afterward,
my girlfriend lay there, glowing with the best orgasm she'd
ever had, smiling She never expected the night to turn
out like that, but she was grateful and said she'd
never forget it signed the cousin who shares. You know,
as easy as this was, I'm kind of thinking it
wasn't the first time the cousins have shared. I'm gonna
throw that out there, you know, just kind of a thought.
It was a very easy transition, just kind of happened.
I don't think I could do it, so, you know,
have they didn't touch so but I think that's a
little out of my stratosphere kind of saying. There's nothing
like a spontaneous hotel threesome that turns your girlfriend getting
her ass properly claimed by someone, in this case, your cousin.
That makes a voyeurism turning into a full participation. Yeah,
to my author, what was the hottest part for you?
Watching your cousin finally get what they've been graving, hearing
her beg him for more, or seeing her take the
huge load in her ass. Have the three of you
played again since that night. I'm thinking they have, or
at least solo kind of thing. You know, maybe she
went off to play with him solo, unless he lives
millions of miles away and for my listeners. Have you
ever had a family member join you and your partner
in bed or watched your girl get fucked by someone
close to you? Was it awkward, insanely hot? Or both?
Drop your confessions. All my links are in the show
notes Kissing Cousins. Yeah, and there's song about that, kissing Cousins.
I've no idea I've heard it's I know it's the
saying Dear Nikki. I'd hoped to post this one the
other week right after it happened, but life got busy,
and now I finally have time. The other weekend, I
had my second in real, live cut cold experience, and
we pushed things way further and I loved every second
of it. To let you in on my background, my
girlfriend has been playing online with guys for a while
to explore kinks we don't share. We discussed it openly
and she eventually met up with one guy at the
start of the month. After three of us hung out
for an evening, we went back to the hotel where
he fucked her while I watched. Since then, we've played
online more, with me more involved in him, basically domming
both of us. He's not by and doesn't want to
fuck me, but he loves dominating in the cut cold.
The next month, the week before we met up, he
told us both not to come. She still made me
come several times during our play and then shame me
about it to him. The other weekend, we met up
with our bull again. He lives out of town, so
we traveled to him and booked a hotel for two nights.
This time it was purely for him. The plan, which
we mostly followed, was to meet up Friday for drinks,
go back to the hotel, have him stay over, spend
Saturday hanging out and fucking, and then he'd head home
in the evening while my girlfriend and I had the
night together. We met for drinks and decided they would
act like a couple while I was the third wheel.
My girlfriend looked incredible in a deep cut dress that
both of us insanely turned on. He spent most of
the night with his arm around her, occasionally resting a
hand on her boob while he owned her. She was
blushing and giggling like a schoolgirl the whole time. Our
conversation was normal, small, but the sexual tension was thick.
They'd kiss every so often, and at one point He
looked at me and said, this is turning you on,
isn't it, then kept kissing and touching her of his
rock hard the entire time, completely enthralled. Back at the hotel,
he took charge. He tied my girlfriend naked and spread
eagle to the bed with a rope. I even helped
him set up the ropes on the hotel bad so
he could fuck her an extra layer of delicious humiliation.
Then he stripped me, tied to a chair with my
pants around my ankles, and blindfolded me For the next hour.
I listened to them fuck. Her moans, begging, and the
wet sounds were incredible. I stayed hard for so long,
but eventually went soft. As soon as he noticed. He
told her, all, look, the cock's gone soft. Maybe I
need to fuck you harder, and immediately started pounding her.
The sound of her getting railed got me throbbing again
until he finished. He'd come on her pussy, but not inside.
He untied us and i'd sixty nine with her lucky
to come off while she jerked me on her tits.
I came before I even finished up cleaning him, then
licked my own com and kept going until she came again.
We cleaned up and went to bed. We planned for
them to sleep together and me in a single bed,
but it didn't happen. It felt like he was allowing
me to sleep next to my girlfriend. The next morning,
I came out of the shower to them already fucking.
She was riding him. I stood there awkwardly until she
told me I could jerk off. I knelt by the bed,
her moaning right in my face while I edged myself hard.
After they finished, they made me put my pants on
so we could go out. They were both surprised I
hadn't come. He put a remote vibe in her and
locked me in chasty cage. We went out for breakfast,
shopping and drinks with him acting like a fully couple.
I was straining in the cage the whole time. He
kept teasing her with the vibe in the public, making
her squirm and bag for him to turn it down.
We paid for breakfast, and he looked at me and said,
you got this right. I paid without thinking, the perfect
dutiful cook. The hottest moment was when she was trying
on clothes. He went in with her and came out
a few minutes later. He wiped his wet fingers on
me and whispered, she's really enjoying this. He made the
right decision letting her play. I was bright red and
throbbing in the cage for ages after that. Back at
the hotel, before he left, he had us both strip
and neel. He fucked her on the bed while I
stayed on the floor, locked and leaking, begging to be unlocked.
She came harder than I've ever seen. He filled the
condom inside her. They are both imagining him breeding her.
Then gave her the keys in the full condom and left.
She teased me, unlocked the cage, and rolled me while
I was spitting come from the condom into my mouth.
I came instantly. It was the first time I'd been
inside her pussy in weeks. I swallowed, Then she sat
on my face and I cleaned her until she came again.
We spent the rest of the night cuddling, giddy as
hell about how filthy the weekend had been. We're both
completely hooked on cuck holding now. This isn't stopping anytime soon.
We talked to our bull regularly and can't wait to
meet up again. We love how submissive and mind fucked.
We both get signed your desperate locked cock. Hello Brandon,
look at you walking in on a couck story that's caged.
How are you doing? I know, look at you? Psychic
and all? This was a chef's kiss. I like this,
the public humiliation, the chastity, the cleanup, and that condumn
spit swap, very saxy to my author, what was the
single most intense moment for you helping her tire up,
the public finger wipe, swallowing his load while she rode
you or just the constant denial and how long do
you think it'll be before he actually breads her? Or
is it just in theory, like always using the condom
into my listeners and those cucks in the chat? Have
you taken your coukle dynamic this deep with dates, chasty
and public play or are you a hot wife who
loves making your man watch and cleanup? Drop your own
experiences the filthy the better to Nikki and Ikky at
Darneky dot com anonymously through the website at derneky dot
com under the confession stab and don't forget. We are
on Discord Monday through Saturday APM Central Standard Time. I
would love to hear your filthy details. So my cocks
have we are caged men, you know, we need to ask,
you know, because they do have, you know, devices for women.
I couldn't wear one. I'd be a cranky person. I
wonder how many women wear the chastey like you know,
although I have to say, I'm thinking of Robin Hood
from mel Brooks. You know, we're the metal panties. We
haven't brought it any third yet. It was fun fantasy
we've played out. She does oh nice. You'll know when
it's time or if it is time, and sometimes that's okay,
but it's not. But whatever works for you, right, Diernicky.
My partner Henry and I had a July quarantine wedding
on a random Thursday, after months of dwilling our thumbs
and waiting to see if trouble rests dictions would lighten
up for our families to come to town. Though it was
more casual than we expected zoom weddings will do that
to you, we had a great time and equally fun
wedding night. Afterwards, we promised each other that we would
spend the weekend continuing the celebration. That Saturday morning, I
woke up before Henry for the first time in weeks.
I watched him sleep for a moment, his broad chest
rising and falling slowly into every deep breath. A look
of pure relaxation was on his face, probably from the
atimals we took the night before and the many orgasms
we'd given each other over the course of the evening,
But who's to say giving him a soft kiss on
the cheek, I slid out of bed, taking my time.
I enjoyed a scalding shower and used a sugar scrub
on my legs and feet. An idea popped into my
brain immediately upon stepping out of the shower. I shoved
my feet into a clean pair of slippers. I dried
off and shoveled back into our room. Henry was still asleep,
a soft puff of air escaping his lips on every exhale.
As quietly as possible, I rubbed the lotion on to
my feet, assessing whether they were smooth enough for my
nefarious purposes. I sent up a silent thanks to the
gods from my foresight to give myself an at home
petticure before the wedding. Tiptoeing my way over to the dresser.
I took up my freshly washed bridle lingerie. I slipped
it on the garter belt first, the white lace sitting
comfortably around my waist. Next came the sheer bra The
lace cups patterned with wild flowers, pushing my tits together
to create an impressive amount of cleavage. I sat down
in the arm chair next to the closet and rolled
my white thigh eyes stockings up each of my legs.
With a satisfying clip, I fastened the thigh eyes to
the guarterbelt. Smiling, I admired the lingerie in the mirror.
What was I missing? My eyes traveled down to my
bear pussy right pannies. It was a little uncomfortable to
wear white laced pannies over garter belts, legs straps, but
it was worth the easy removability. So so slowly, I
crept over the bed and crawled on top of the
covers and laid down on my side next to Henry.
I lifted the hand and gently brushed his hair away
from my forehead. He stirred slightly, letting on adorable little sighs.
My wife. He whispered in bore at voice, his eyes
closed your wife is horny, I murmured in his ear.
That woke him up. When I still closed, he squinted
at me, his eyebrows raising as he looked me up
and down and rubbed the sleep from another eye. God damn,
he muttered, slapping his cheeks and sitting upright. What a
fucking beautiful cup too. I laughed and rested my back
against the bed, dragging one leg up the other and
running my hands down my body. Henry ripped back the
covers and clamored over them. I'd forgot he had gone
to sleep naked. One of his hands trailed to my ankle,
to my calf, behind my knee, and up to my
outer thigh until his palm was gripping my waist over
the Guarterbout this is one of the sexiest things I'd
ever seen, he murmured in awe, climbing between my legs
and running his other hand up my stomach to cup
one of my breast over the bra He teased my
nipple through the fabric and kissed me softly, his tongue
sliding against mine. How did he always manage to taste delicious? First?
This morning, I wrapped my legs around his hips and
cupped his face. Quiet moans spilled from my lips. He
began slowly thrusting against me, his eruption, rubbing my clip
through my pennies. I broke the kiss. Can I try something,
I asked quietly. Henry stilled his movements and pressed a
quick peck to my lips. You can do whatever the
fuck you want to me, he marveled, his eyes still
wide in disbelief in my outfit, giggling like an idiot.
I pushed him off of me and got off the bed.
He watched my every movement, his breathing getting rougher and
louder as the anticipation grew. I walked over to the armchair,
pulled it over to the side of the bed, and
sat down on it. Henry scrambled across the bed and
sat ride up in front of me, his feet on
the ground, with his legs spread slightly, his cock standing
in attention against his stomach, and his balls dangling off
the edge of the bed. Slowly, I slid my stocking
covered feet up his thighs until my toes were brushing
against his cock. He leaned back on his elbow to
watch and nodded at me to keep going. My back
slid down an armchair a little, as carefully, slowly and
softly as possible. I brushed one foot up and down
his erection as the other foot's toes gently teased his balls.
Henry watched intently, pray come beginning to leak from the
tip of his cock. This, he murmured, not bad, not
bad at all, I laughed, Have you ever gotten a
foot job before? He nodded a college girlfriend for like
two seconds before she got bored and tired. Let's see
if I can break a record. I giggled, adjusting to
trap his cock between the soles of my feet. It
took more ab strength in thigh control than I was anticipating,
but I began stroking his cock slowly between my feet,
my hands gripping the arm rest to hold myself steady
and hiss. Eigh or House raised an incredulous expression across
his face. This was going over surprisingly well. As my
muscles gradually began to grow sore. I wrapped the top
of one foot around the back of his shaft to
hold his clock steady and use my other foot to
struck the full length of him. My toes gliding around
the tip to stimulate the sensitive skin. Fuck do that again,
he gasped, gripping the sheets in his fist, biting my
lip and smiling. I repeated and teased his tip with
my toes, rubbing it from the top and swirling around
the sides and running my big toe along the slit.
I I think I want to come, he whispered, his
body tensing as I sped up my movements. Another movement
or so he was coming, stab spasming and groaning, exploding
from his lips as his cum erupted over my stocking
covered feet. Oh, I ran, crossed my face. Henry collapsed
against the bed, laughing and covering his face with his hands.
That is, without a doubt, the most unique way I
have ever come, he admitted. Foot jabs. Foot jobs are
not even that original, I laughed, placing the balls of
my feet on his knees. He took a breather. I
gently rubbed his thighs at my heels with a grunt.
He sat upright, his hands circling my ankles and holding
my feet steady. I think I'm more into lingerie than
I thought, he murmured, his eyes, raking down my body.
So I spread my knees to show him my covered
pussy and ran my meddle finger down the front of
my white lace panties. With the new job, we could
afford to splurge on a couple more sets. I want
to have a little online shopping trip. He nodded breathlessly,
his hands sliding up to my under thighs as he
lowered himself to his knees and then narrow space between
the arm chair and the bed. We took a moment
to adjust and pushed the chair back a little. Henry
hooked his fingers under the waistpan of my pennies and
slipped them down my legs, following the fabric with the
wet kisses over my stockings. Wrapping his arms under my knees,
he ate me towards the edge of the arm chair forcefully.
He pushed his face between my thighs, inhaling dip deeply
and sliding his tongue from the entrance of my dripping
cunt to my aching clit. He moaned against my skin.
My fingers tangled into his hair and pushed his tongue
harder against my clip. Without hesitation, He rapidly flicked his
tongue his lips devoured me. I needed more? Can you
fuck me? I asked, softly, rolling my hips to rub
the clit harder against his tongue, pushing two fingers into
my pussy. He pulled back his face and looked up
at me, smiling apologetically. I'm a little tapped out right now?
Is that okay? Definitely? I smiled, relaxed against the armchair
as I rested one thigh on his shoulder and placed
my other foot on the ground. He grinned and ducked
back between my legs, sucked the clip into his warm mouth,
his fingers curling inside me to press my g spot
without an outward pull. The pace was tortuously slow. I
moaned quietly. Henry looked up at me and placed another
lick to my clit, and suddenly pounced on my lips,
kissing me deeply as he cut my face. I giggled
against the onslaught and grabbed onto his forearms. His hand
slid down to brush his thumbs against my nipples, and
then reached around and unhooked my braw As he slipped
the straps down my shoulders and arms, he kissed along
my skin, his soft lips, making me shiver with every
gentle touch. Once my braw was tossed somewhere on the
bed behind him, his large hands covered my tits. His
palms teased my nipples as his fingers slowly massaged me.
Our lips met again, our tongues slowly tangled together, his soft,
gentle movements, causing my pussy to leak onto the arm chair.
One of his hands released my breast to travel back
down my body and pushed three fingers inside my tripping pussy.
The other hand cupped my cheek with a vinal kiss.
He pulled back and smiled at me, his fingers pumping forcefully.
You are so fucking beautiful, he whispered, his smile so
genuinely blissful that it took my breath away. Here, my
fucking husband, I murmured, excitingly, cupping his face and placing
my forehead against his as the fingers increased through pace
or golics git. So many fucking tax benefits. Now I
can automatically inherit your money when you die under mysterious circumstances.
No will required you make more than I You idiot,
he laughed. I'm the one financially benefiting from this arrangement. Oh,
it's an arrangement, an arrangement where we lived together, fuck constantly,
combined finances and you know, love each other and conditionally.
Hell of an arrangement, I whispered, an orgasm building and
building inside me. I like to think we each got
something out of it, he murmured, pressing another soft kiss
to my lips. His fingers pounded into me. He left
his hand release my breast, rubbed the clit with his
pointer and middle fingers. I looked down to watch his movements.
His wedding ring was visible as he played with my clit,
the gold band smiling up at me. I'm so close,
I whimpered, my breath coming out and gasped as he
massaged me to an orgasm. My hands grabbed on to
his shoulders tightly. Henry kissed me again, forcefully, swallowing my moans.
So I finally tipped over the edge and began releasing
cries against his lips. His movements never faltered. BOS spasmed roughly,
my pussy clenching around his fingers and waves as my
legs tensing, shaking and relaxing. He led out a soft
groan of satisfaction and slowed his movements, easing out of
my orgasm. I broke the kiss and leaned back against
the armchair, laughing quietly. Fuck, I cried, softly, cupping his
face and smiling at him with my exhausted body. Relaxed.
Get up for a sec, he asked. I stood my legs,
still shaking slightly. Henry sat down in the armchair and
patted his lap, smiling. I set sideways on his lap
and wrapped my arms around his shoulders, burying my face
into his neck. He rocked me slowly with one of
his hands rubbing my back. So you have a bit
of a lingerie fetish. Huh, he shrug unembarrassingly. Turns out
your husband's a sicko. Good luck getting out of the
relationship now. I kissed his cheek and relaxed against him,
sighing contently, I promised, and sickly in health that includes
this such a sick horrific nue s fetiches. Enjoy seeing
your wife in fancy landerie. Thank you for not abandoning
me in the time of need for now check in
again with me tomorrow. Signed your stroking or your stalking
teasing newlywed wife? Wow, that was a mouthful that was long.
We haven't had that long with one in a long time.
Speaker 2: I loved it too, Oh geez, and everybody bails on us. Yes,
I like these that build, that the slow, nice build,
I like them. What a great way to watch a newlywed, sweet, filthy, playful,
so fucking hot starting married life with lingerie, surprise, foot job,
the aftercare. That's just relation GOP goals period. I think
when it comes to being intimate right way, you can
add a little spice and sprinkle that in whatever you
need to. My author, let's surprise you the most how
much Henry loved your foot job, how quickly he recovered
to fingering you like that, or just how natural and
loving the whole morning felt. Have you ever broken out
more lingerie set?
Speaker 1: Since said? I'm gonna say yes. The only thing I
have to disagree with her with is when she was
putting on the lingerie and she said that was the
most uncomfortable thing was to put on panties over the
garter belt. In my head, I'm like, no, it's the stockings.
I can't. I will do it for show, absolutely one.
If he likes me in stockings and I have some,
I will put those suckers on for him. But to me,
that is the worst feeling in the world. It feels like, ugh, no,
it's just not my thing. And for my listeners, ever
surprised your partner with a full lingerie plus foot job
wake up call or received one? And what's the hottest
just married sex memory? You have spill it in the
details and all the links are in my show notes. Yeah,
I absolutely would for himmer if I was with somebody
that liked stockings or hold them you know in the
UK that called them hold them ups. I think that
is what he said or pantios. Yeah, in the summer though,
we've got to negotiate something. I might need a nap
after this one. This was this was hot tonight And
what did we learn? Sometimes the hottest sex happens when
you're treated like a warm and willing object. The a
little public risk or an unknown pair of eyes can
turn a simple orgasm into an unforgettable one. And marriage
doesn't kill the spice. It just gives you a lifetime
past to be as nasty or naughty as you want
to be with someone who loves you for it. Whether
you're getting used, watched, or worshiped. Own it. The sluttier
the better, I say. Now it's time for your rental.
Are you ready? I have a long shaft and a
round head. Men use me, but women blow me. When
am I?
Speaker 2: No?
Speaker 1: Not a king? You'll be married again? Okay, I have
a long shaft in a round head. Men use me,
but women blow me. Nope, it's not a cock, clean answer.
John's like, it's gotta be a cock. Nope, I promise
it's not a cock. It's a flute. See you really
have a filthy mind. I love it. See you should
have known who your wife plays a flute. You're never
gonna look at that flute the same way. It's time
for your naughty tucking. I stared at my phone, heart
hammering against my ribs. It had been over a week
since that night, his hands brushing my lips, his him's
hands bruising my hips, his clock stretching me open while
I moaned like a hoar beneath him. Every time I
closed my eyes, I could still taste him, the feeling,
the sting of his palm on my ass. Here, the
wet slap of skin on skin, and then nothing, no text,
no calls, just silence that made me ache in the
worst ways until last night. Are you free tonight? I
want to see you. My thumb shook as I tight back, Yes,
come over. I spent the next two hours in a
frenzy hot shower, water cascading over my breast, nipple already
tight just thinking of him. I shaped everything smooth, loationed
my skin until it glowed, then slipped into a slinky
black dress that clung to every no bra, no panties,
the fabric tease might clit with every step. Oh wait,
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