Speaker 1: Hi, Welcome to Dear Nikki. My name is Nikki, And
Speaker 1: on today show, a shy twenty four year old steps
Speaker 1: into a tattoo shop for her very first ink. Heart
Speaker 1: pounding in thigh's exposed, the needle hums and the artist's
Speaker 1: gloves brush her skin, and what starts as fear melts
Speaker 1: into throbbing heat. And a devoted couple trades filthy confessions
Speaker 1: past lovers, work crushes, and that one wild Christmas Eve
Speaker 1: when she took two thick cocks at once. That and
Speaker 1: so so much more. Are you ready to spice things up?
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Speaker 1: came first, hip snapping, flooding me with the heat that
Speaker 1: leaked out around him in thick pulses. The second followed,
Speaker 1: grinding deep and spilling so hard I've felt every jet
Speaker 1: against my servix. The man in my mouth pulled out
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Speaker 1: not around, and other spicy details before we get things started. Today,
Speaker 1: we do have someone that's written in with a letter
Speaker 1: here a question. Dear Nikki. I'm thirty two, happily married
Speaker 1: to a great guy for six years, and our sex
Speaker 1: life is solid. Lately, I've been obsessed with fantasies of
Speaker 1: being with a woman, kissing, touching, tasting her while my
Speaker 1: husband watches or even joins. It's become I daily turned on,
Speaker 1: and I'm wondering if this is just a passing curiosity
Speaker 1: or something I should explore. I'm scared that acting on
Speaker 1: it could change how we see each other, or that
Speaker 1: I'd want more than a one time thing. My husband
Speaker 1: knows I'm by curious and has said he's open to fantasies,
Speaker 1: but we really haven't dug in. How do I bring
Speaker 1: this up again without making it feel threatening? And if
Speaker 1: we decided to try, what are the key rules to
Speaker 1: protect at our marriage? Thanks for the safe space by Curious,
Speaker 1: turned on, Hello by curious and turned on. You know
Speaker 1: you really shouldn't be ungrateful when something like this speaks up.
Speaker 1: Sometimes we run into people that don't know that they
Speaker 1: have a fantasy that turns them on or says they
Speaker 1: don't have any and maybe they're not recognizing it in
Speaker 1: their brain. It's your sexuality. You should speak up now
Speaker 1: that you feel safe, especially since you guys have kind
Speaker 1: of opened or peeked through the door or cracked open it.
Speaker 1: Reoccurring intense fantasies like this usually means it's worth exploring thoughtfully,
Speaker 1: bringing up casually outside the bedroom. Like I said, a
Speaker 1: car ride is absolutely the best, but it kind of
Speaker 1: seems like you're past that point where you've ripped off
Speaker 1: the band aid and you guys have actually had a
Speaker 1: conversation about it. But if you still feel it's in
Speaker 1: that space, car ride absolutely, but definitely outside the bedroom
Speaker 1: that way. And I even go further, like I said,
Speaker 1: that is outside the house that way. The conversation is
Speaker 1: not reaction, is not lingering in the household, like you
Speaker 1: won't remember that spot. That's if it turns out bad
Speaker 1: or good, you know, I mean, it could have, But
Speaker 1: I just when it comes to revealing stuff, I believe
Speaker 1: completely outside the home. If he's into it, talk rules first.
Speaker 1: Be fully transparent here, especially from him, and what you
Speaker 1: expect and how far you want to go veto power
Speaker 1: for either of you. Testing no solo pay without an agreement.
Speaker 1: Start small, dirty talk, shared porn, or maybe visit a
Speaker 1: club to watch or even a munch. As I always say,
Speaker 1: is good to explore anything you want to try again.
Speaker 1: The strongest couples treated as in US an adventure, check in, constantly,
Speaker 1: prioritize aftercare, and stop if jealousy grows. Instead of fading
Speaker 1: your marriage apply one hundred percent comes first. This is
Speaker 1: just the extra spice, added layer to the detail of
Speaker 1: your marriage. That's the way I look at it. It's
Speaker 1: not an extra unless you guys want to eventually explore
Speaker 1: bringing in somebody else, and then that's a whole other topic.
Speaker 1: You're not wrong from wanting it. You're alive. Explore with love, honesty,
Speaker 1: and it can bring you closer together. But here's the thing.
Speaker 1: If it only stays in the fantasy world of porn
Speaker 1: or pretending or pretending that you met someone and what
Speaker 1: you want him to see while you fuck, that's also
Speaker 1: exploring it too, So keep that in mind. What do
Speaker 1: you guys think Have you explored a same sex fantasy
Speaker 1: in a long term relationship? Did it strengthen things or
Speaker 1: stir up trouble or like her? Are you quietly curious too?
Speaker 1: I really want to know, And here's our riddle to
Speaker 1: get our day going. I'm long and firm. When you
Speaker 1: first pick me up, you crip me tight and shove
Speaker 1: me in deep. I slide back and forth until you're
Speaker 1: dripping wet, and when I finally pop out, I'm coated
Speaker 1: in your thick, sticky cream. What am I? And of
Speaker 1: course the answer is after the show. You know what
Speaker 1: time it is. It's time to sit back, relax, Let's
Speaker 1: have a whiskey with some filthy cherries, of course, and
Speaker 1: explore some erotic fantasies from people just like you and me.
Speaker 1: Dear Nikki, I'll never forget my first tattoo. I was
Speaker 1: twenty four and had been wanting one for years, but
Speaker 1: I was so chicken shit about actually going through with it.
Speaker 1: I was scared of the pain and the fact that
Speaker 1: it would be permanent. I was also raised and extremely
Speaker 1: strict conservative and religious household, and knew my mom would
Speaker 1: throw an absolute fit and start screaming at me if
Speaker 1: she found out I got a tattoo. Two times, I
Speaker 1: parked in front of the shop and didn't go inside
Speaker 1: because I was anxious and intimidated. I knew exactly who
Speaker 1: I wanted my artist to be. I'd been following him
Speaker 1: on social media for months and fell in love with
Speaker 1: a style. I saw that he usually tattooed gorgeous model
Speaker 1: type girls. What if he thought it was too basic?
Speaker 1: Finally I gathered my courage to go in. I met
Speaker 1: my artist and told him what I wanted, and everything
Speaker 1: was pretty transactional. I put down a deposit and we
Speaker 1: agreed to do the tattoo in a month. On the
Speaker 1: day of the appointment, I was super excited, but still
Speaker 1: feeling nervous as hell. My artist was kind of cute,
Speaker 1: but I didn't think much of it. He wore glasses
Speaker 1: and had his slick black hair, and of course he
Speaker 1: had two full sleeves of tattoos, which I found extremely sexy.
Speaker 1: The shop was filled with other people in the waiting room,
Speaker 1: and they were all heavily tattooed, and I felt extremely
Speaker 1: out of my element with my bare tattoo virgins skin
Speaker 1: first time. Huh, You're going to do great. Your design
Speaker 1: is super cute, too, he said, and smiled at me.
Speaker 1: After the stenseil was on my thigh and I was
Speaker 1: comfortable lying down on the table. He turned on the
Speaker 1: needle and told me to relax. The minute the needle
Speaker 1: hit my skin, it was almost like my tension and
Speaker 1: insecurities instantly faded away. Any worries I had about pain
Speaker 1: were totally overblown because the needle actually felt kind of good.
Speaker 1: We started some small talk, and I was totally thrown
Speaker 1: off guard because before I knew it, we were suddenly
Speaker 1: laughing and joking with each other like we were old friends.
Speaker 1: I find it hard to open up to people I
Speaker 1: don't know, so I was surprised that we almost had
Speaker 1: instant chemistry. He kept tattooing me and we kept laughing
Speaker 1: about stupid shit, like when I asked, if you have
Speaker 1: to tattoo a penis, does it have to be flaccid
Speaker 1: or hard? I looked up to the fluorescent lights on
Speaker 1: the ceiling and realizing I was feeling total blessed out.
Speaker 1: The endorphins were shooting through my body and he was
Speaker 1: both tattooing and softly touching my sins of the upper thigh.
Speaker 1: The buzzing of the needle reminded me of my vibrator,
Speaker 1: and my pussy started to heat up and throb in response,
Speaker 1: I could feel the crotch of my panties start to
Speaker 1: soak through. I have tiny, perky tits that always stayed
Speaker 1: lifted because they're so small. I never wear a bra Normally,
Speaker 1: my nipples just stay flat, so I don't worry about it.
Speaker 1: But I was so turned on that they had become raw, hard,
Speaker 1: and outline of my nipples were definitely visible. I saw
Speaker 1: him GLAMs at them a couple times and look away
Speaker 1: just as fast. It also wasn't helping that every time
Speaker 1: he wiped the ink away, he would rub vasiline in
Speaker 1: a circular motion on my raw inflamed thigh. He did
Speaker 1: it in such a gentle, caring manner that it made
Speaker 1: me want to have his dick down my throat. I
Speaker 1: suddenly envisioned him standing up, unbuttoning his pants, pinning me
Speaker 1: down on the table with his black latex gloves in
Speaker 1: front of all the people in the shop, and forcifully
Speaker 1: entering me. I'd get up and pay him in cold
Speaker 1: hard cash, with my new tattoo read and throbbing. I'd
Speaker 1: leave the parlor with cumb tripping out of me. It
Speaker 1: was such an overwhelmingly raw and powerful feeling that I
Speaker 1: was shocked by my own thoughts. I had never craved
Speaker 1: Dick so intensely in the immediate presence of what essentially
Speaker 1: a stranger before that. I couldn't really hide how hot
Speaker 1: and bothered I was. Our conversation quickly switched from light
Speaker 1: teasing to heavy flirting, and I could tell that he
Speaker 1: knew I was turned on. I told him how good
Speaker 1: I felt. I'm going to see you back here every month.
Speaker 1: He teased, You're so naughty. I can't believe you like
Speaker 1: it so much. I blushed and bit my lip in embarrassment.
Speaker 1: I felt fully vulnerable. I belonged to him for that moment,
Speaker 1: because he could fuck up the tattoo or dig the
Speaker 1: needle way too deep and cause me pain. But I
Speaker 1: had just trust him. It was in his favor to
Speaker 1: take advantage of my compromised situation and grab me and
Speaker 1: claim me as his own by fucking me however he
Speaker 1: wanted to, but he didn't. He didn't touch me inappropriately
Speaker 1: or do anything sexual at all. It drove me insane
Speaker 1: with blust that he acted like such a gentleman and
Speaker 1: he was just caring for sweet throughout the entire experience.
Speaker 1: After it was all over. He applied a bandage, and
Speaker 1: we gave each other a short hug, and I left
Speaker 1: the shop. I guess that was that, I thought to myself.
Speaker 1: I was suddenly embarrassed at the thought that he might
Speaker 1: not even have been attracted to me at all, and
Speaker 1: it was all in my head. The next morning, I
Speaker 1: got a text from him and said, Hey, just checking
Speaker 1: in on how you're healing. If you want to come
Speaker 1: by the shop after hours tonight, I'll put a fresh
Speaker 1: bandage on. I'll be the only one here. The minute
Speaker 1: I read the text, I knew we were gonna fuck.
Speaker 1: When I arrived at the shop, it was pretty late,
Speaker 1: as expected, he was the only one there and all
Speaker 1: blinds were drawn shut. The minute we locked eyes, my
Speaker 1: stomach flipped and I felt my panties get wet. The
Speaker 1: sexual tension was thick and heavy in the air. We
Speaker 1: nervously made small talk, and he knelt down to reply
Speaker 1: a new bandage. As soon as he stood up, I
Speaker 1: can't remember who made the first move, but we were
Speaker 1: suddenly all over each other. He kissed me hard and urgently,
Speaker 1: as if he hadn't seen me in years. Our tongues wrestled,
Speaker 1: we stumbled, toward the tattooing table and that I was
Speaker 1: lying on the day before before, until a semi crashed
Speaker 1: into it and his hands moved from my waist to
Speaker 1: push my shirt up and over my stiff nipples. I
Speaker 1: moaned into his mouth and felt his heart on press
Speaker 1: into my crotch. I was absolutely soaking wet, and my
Speaker 1: entire body was on fire. He hoisted me up on
Speaker 1: to the table and I instinctively opened my legs. I
Speaker 1: had prepared a worn skirt just for the occasion. I
Speaker 1: felt two of his fingers move my panties aside and
Speaker 1: push inside me. I reached down and held my panties
Speaker 1: aside to make it easier for him to finger me.
Speaker 1: You're so goddamn what, he almost said in amazement. We
Speaker 1: both pulled my panties down just to get them out
Speaker 1: of the way, and I fully laid down on the
Speaker 1: table as he put his head between my legs and
Speaker 1: started suck on my clip with his finger still inside.
Speaker 1: He ran his tongue in circles around my clip in
Speaker 1: the same gentle motion that he rubbed my tattoo. I
Speaker 1: shuddered from how good it felt. I heard him undoing
Speaker 1: his belt buckle and got excited at the thought of
Speaker 1: touching it, tasting his stick. He didn't let up eating
Speaker 1: me out until I felt myself coming and I grabbed
Speaker 1: his hair as my legs thrashed a bit. I couldn't
Speaker 1: stop thinking about you since you came in yesterday. You're
Speaker 1: so fucking beautiful, he said, and my heart fluttered. The
Speaker 1: fact that he just made me come after I had
Speaker 1: been worried about my feelings were all one sided, made
Speaker 1: me feel so attractive and wanted. He took my hand
Speaker 1: and pulled me off the table. We both went toward
Speaker 1: the back of the shop of its boss's office. I
Speaker 1: realized my fancies of him fucking me on the table
Speaker 1: would probably been super uncomfortable. Inside the office is a
Speaker 1: full couch, and I wondered how many people he had
Speaker 1: fucked on this couch. My artist was already fully out
Speaker 1: of his pants and told him to sit down. I
Speaker 1: don't think, and noticed that his stick looked like because
Speaker 1: I wasn't so hungry for it, I just dropped to
Speaker 1: my knees and took it all the way down my
Speaker 1: throat and let it hit the back of my throat
Speaker 1: a couple times before surfacing and softly sucking the tip.
Speaker 1: He quietly muttered puck, probably ten times. I took out
Speaker 1: his dick my mouth and rubbed it on my lips
Speaker 1: on the head while plumping his dick my hand and
Speaker 1: looked directly into his eyes. He leaned forward and took
Speaker 1: my chin in his hands. I sucked on his thumb
Speaker 1: a little bit while tugging his balls. He stared at
Speaker 1: me with his eyes glazed like he was in a trance,
Speaker 1: and I could tell he was completely lost to lust.
Speaker 1: I felt great pleasure that I was teasing him just
Speaker 1: as badly as he was teasing me while he tattooed me.
Speaker 1: You can't make me come already, he said, and grabbed
Speaker 1: my wrist to stop me. He reached his pants and
Speaker 1: took out a condom, and I said, playfully, Oh, you prepared?
Speaker 1: Did you assume we were gonna fuck? How presumptuous of you.
Speaker 1: He laughed and told me to shut up. I said,
Speaker 1: it's okay, I prepared too. Why do you think I
Speaker 1: wore a skirt? We both laughed, and after the condom
Speaker 1: was on, I laid down on the couch. He grabbed
Speaker 1: both my thighs and pushed them down and thrust in deeply.
Speaker 1: It was absolute ecstasy to feel so filled up with
Speaker 1: the clock. The powerful ache and the tension I'd felt
Speaker 1: for the past twenty four hours was finally being released.
Speaker 1: I felt totally out of body as pressure built inside
Speaker 1: me with each thrust. His breathing was ragged and hot
Speaker 1: against my neck, and then moaned uncontrollably. I could sense
Speaker 1: things might in sooner than I wanted it too, so
Speaker 1: I told him I wanted it from behind. He pulled out,
Speaker 1: and I immediately felt a desperate sense of aching and longing.
Speaker 1: I flipped over and stuck my ass up. He firmly
Speaker 1: gripped my hips and buried his stick inside me, the
Speaker 1: new angle on which he filled me up and stretched
Speaker 1: me out in all the right spots. I almost came
Speaker 1: right then and there. He started to speed up his thrusting,
Speaker 1: and he could feel his balls smacking me loudly against me.
Speaker 1: It was an absolute mess at this point, writhing and
Speaker 1: moaning and begging for him to fuck me. I told
Speaker 1: him I wanted him to fill me up, and when
Speaker 1: he came, he pressed me firmly into the couch and
Speaker 1: kissed me deeply. He sucked on my neck for a
Speaker 1: bit and thumbed my nipples while staying inside me. As
Speaker 1: he waited for my breathing to calm down, my body
Speaker 1: kept twitching uncontrollably from how many times I came. After
Speaker 1: he pulled out, we laid there for a bit, playfully
Speaker 1: teasing and joking with each other. I asked him how
Speaker 1: many times he'd done this before, and he said never
Speaker 1: first time. I called him a liar, and he gave
Speaker 1: me this cryptic grin. Our chemistry was pretty undeniable. Unfortunately,
Speaker 1: we fizzled out pretty quickly after that and never had
Speaker 1: sex again. I saw that he would be extremely flirty
Speaker 1: with other girls on his social media. He was a
Speaker 1: pretty popular artist, and I didn't want to get in
Speaker 1: too deep with someone who was probably always fucking his clients,
Speaker 1: so he never became a thing. But I'll always remember
Speaker 1: how amazing the sex was. Every time I look at
Speaker 1: my tattoo Natasha, Hello, Natasha, how are you? I love
Speaker 1: This mix of vulnerability and power play that makes a
Speaker 1: tattoo session so damned seductive really make me think maybe
Speaker 1: I do need to pull trigger and get one. I
Speaker 1: don't have one. I'm completely virgin tattoo myself. The trust
Speaker 1: you placed in an artist's hands in the intimacy of
Speaker 1: skin on skin. Yeah, I think I would have been
Speaker 1: aroused to the real gem. Here is how you own
Speaker 1: your desires without an apology, even when things fizzled out.
Speaker 1: Tattoos as a permanent reminder of a fleeting passion that
Speaker 1: that is pretty ought. Not that it would happen in
Speaker 1: every tattoo session, right If you could go back, Natasha,
Speaker 1: would you change anything about that night? Maybe push for
Speaker 1: more sessions or keep it that one perfect INKD memory.
Speaker 1: I really won't know on that one. And ladies and gents,
Speaker 1: have you ever had a professional encounter like a massage, haircut,
Speaker 1: or yes, even a tattoo that sparked unexpected spark? Was
Speaker 1: it the touch, the adrenaline or something else? You know,
Speaker 1: the drill? I really want to know, Dear Nikki. There
Speaker 1: are times when D and I are really into some
Speaker 1: naughty fucking and we get to talking into past sexual
Speaker 1: experiences before we became a couple, or our experiences that
Speaker 1: we shared in the lifestyle together, sometimes about people in
Speaker 1: our professional personal life that we might fantasize about being
Speaker 1: involved with, like asking her if she has a coworker
Speaker 1: with a nice bulge in his pants that's been hitting
Speaker 1: on her that she'd like to invite over to fuck,
Speaker 1: or who at work makes her pussy wet, or talk
Speaker 1: about the time Dee's doppelganger friend and her friend were
Speaker 1: visiting us from out of town. Us had a cookout
Speaker 1: in drinks at D's place that turned into a game
Speaker 1: of stripped poker that involved her into showing off and
Speaker 1: sharing my cock. I took a little blue pill and
Speaker 1: we had a lot of fun. It was hard to
Speaker 1: decide which was hotter two mouths on my shaft with
Speaker 1: the third licking and sucking my balls, or me in
Speaker 1: my girl's tongues, getting tangled while her eating a clean
Speaker 1: shaven pussy together while that taglong friend was licking her
Speaker 1: own flavor off my cock that had just slipped out
Speaker 1: of her soaking wet pussy. Or waking up in a
Speaker 1: tangle of three naked latinas her knotty doppling ganger quietly
Speaker 1: sucking my cock while the other two slept, and she
Speaker 1: breathlessly whispered she needed to swallow my load, and I
Speaker 1: happily obliged, pulling her head did deep onto my cock
Speaker 1: and clazing her tonsils. This evening, d was giving me
Speaker 1: head curled up beside me on the bed so that
Speaker 1: she was positioned in a way I could reach her
Speaker 1: behind and play with her pussy and slap her incredible ass.
Speaker 1: I loved slapping her ass to excite and to encourage
Speaker 1: my little sexual thoroughbread. She has given me incredible sloppy head,
Speaker 1: and her hunger for my cock was unrestrained. I knew
Speaker 1: she loved my cock since the first night, seeing her
Speaker 1: eyes light up when she was on her knees in
Speaker 1: front of me and she was finally able to frame
Speaker 1: my rock hard cock from my shorts. She proceeded to
Speaker 1: blow my mind with her talented and hungry mouth. I
Speaker 1: could tell that she hadn't been fed a cock like
Speaker 1: this in a while. I sent her home to her
Speaker 1: living baby daddy at the time, with the taste of
Speaker 1: my cock in her mouth and her young, freshly stretched
Speaker 1: pussy feeling the effects of a proper pounding from an
Speaker 1: older man. The level of trust and understanding we have
Speaker 1: when it comes to our relationship and our ability to
Speaker 1: separate it from our occasional lifestyle adventure allows us to
Speaker 1: share our sexual thoughts, fantasies, fetish without worrying about being judged.
Speaker 1: I pulled her head off my cock, slobber running down
Speaker 1: her chin, dripping on to her tits as she gasped
Speaker 1: here air. She left, choking on my cock. Which two
Speaker 1: men that we have invited to share you with the
Speaker 1: best cocks? She giggled and stalled, not wanting to answer,
Speaker 1: dropping her head between my legs to lick and suck
Speaker 1: balls before running her tongue in the length of my shaft.
Speaker 1: Go ahead, you can tell me, I said, She smiled,
Speaker 1: her smoldering eyes looking into me, but still stalling. I
Speaker 1: was pretty certain I knew, but I wanted to hear
Speaker 1: her say it if I guess them. Will you tell
Speaker 1: me if I'm right, I asked. She shook guests with
Speaker 1: my cock in her mouth, the head of my cock
Speaker 1: pushing past her tonsils. I slapped her ass. The first
Speaker 1: guess the corporate pilot. She was shaking her head yes,
Speaker 1: as her mouth popped off my cock. He had a
Speaker 1: really fat cock. It made me a little crazy when
Speaker 1: he was ball's deep. And you both watch me dance
Speaker 1: this clock. He stretched me so good, she said. I
Speaker 1: admit her pussy did look sexy, stretched on his clock.
Speaker 1: I really love sucking his cock too, she purred. He
Speaker 1: spoiled me, Daddy. That wasn't a hard call to make.
Speaker 1: Watching them flock had really been hot, especially how wound
Speaker 1: up she got when she was sucking his cock. At
Speaker 1: one point she had left to freshen up. When she
Speaker 1: walked back into the room, she was silent and laser focused,
Speaker 1: crawling between his legs to serve him and his cock hot.
Speaker 1: My next guess was my best friend. It was the
Speaker 1: first time I'd introduced him. It was at a Christmas
Speaker 1: eve eve and totally unplanned event. He picked us up.
Speaker 1: We went out for drinks, and on the drive back
Speaker 1: to drop us off, things took a turn. Dee was
Speaker 1: sitting between us and the pickup. I was horny and
Speaker 1: she was horny. She was rubbing my cock through my pants,
Speaker 1: and I was about to ask her if we should
Speaker 1: invite him to join us when I saw she was
Speaker 1: also rubbing his cock through his pants. What could I
Speaker 1: do but suggest to him that we should take her
Speaker 1: somewhere and fuck her. Within minutes, we were in a
Speaker 1: hotel room. D stripped on her knees and we were
Speaker 1: feeding her cock. D was a sexy twenty nine year
Speaker 1: old Latina, and he and I were both white forty
Speaker 1: seven years old at the time. We fucked her and
Speaker 1: fed her NonStop for nearly four hours. Right again, Yes,
Speaker 1: she growled. He had a thick cock, and it was
Speaker 1: almost like I was being fucked by two hot, hung brothers,
Speaker 1: fucking my brains out, stretching and pushing my tight, young pussy.
Speaker 1: It was incredible. Are you sure you two haven't done
Speaker 1: that before, she asked, I answered truthfully no. She began
Speaker 1: to say, I remember when you left us alone to
Speaker 1: go take a shower. I interrupted her. You are not
Speaker 1: a girl for my best friend, I asked. Yes, I
Speaker 1: was very naughty for him. It was so hot knowing
Speaker 1: you were in the next room. Well, your best friend
Speaker 1: was playing with me in my pussy, feeding me a
Speaker 1: thick cock and stretching my pussy, telling me what a
Speaker 1: good girl I was. I wanted to be a good
Speaker 1: girl for both of you, and you both smoiled me
Speaker 1: with that cock. She had been insatiable that night as
Speaker 1: we both fucked her relentlessly. She just wanted more, and
Speaker 1: we started to get ready to leave, but we ended
Speaker 1: up pushing her back onto the bed as our carnal
Speaker 1: urges for her raged. She had a body built to
Speaker 1: fuck and an insatiable craving for cock. Once we finally
Speaker 1: got home, it was early Christmas, even morning. I pounded
Speaker 1: her thoroughly, abused her pussy, and she worshiped my cock
Speaker 1: until we both passed out. She had me all worked
Speaker 1: up talking about my friend taking her while they were alone. Bashly,
Speaker 1: since I know how she is when she's being a
Speaker 1: dirty girl, I pushed her head down on my cock
Speaker 1: until she swallowed it all. It had taken her a
Speaker 1: while after he met, until she could deep throat all
Speaker 1: of my cock. She now loves gagging and choking on
Speaker 1: it while she plays with her pussy, coming hard, body shaking,
Speaker 1: and screaming with my cock in her throat. I slapped
Speaker 1: her ass hard, pulled her mouth from my cock, and
Speaker 1: rolled her on to her stomach. I mounted her from
Speaker 1: behind and sank my cock deep inside her. My cock
Speaker 1: was so swollen, throbbing with every vein popping. I fucked
Speaker 1: her hard, in deep, with solid strokes. As she described
Speaker 1: how my best friend had fucked her, how she told
Speaker 1: him how good his cock taste, how she was afraid
Speaker 1: of the guests in the room's next door could hear
Speaker 1: her moan as he stretched her on his cock. I
Speaker 1: want to be bad, she panted. She whimpered, and told
Speaker 1: me she sometimes fantasizes about us stuffing our cocks and
Speaker 1: our pussy at the same time, just like we had
Speaker 1: squeezed as much of both of our cocks into her
Speaker 1: mouth as we could as we had her on her
Speaker 1: knees in the hotel room. How she'd loved being a
Speaker 1: cockslat for us. I didn't last much longer. I buried
Speaker 1: my cock and came in my naughty wife's pussy. She's
Speaker 1: such a good girl.
Speaker 2: P Hello, Pe, how are you? I love this type
Speaker 2: of pillow talk. This is such a healthy thing. It really, really,
Speaker 2: really is.
Speaker 1: To talk about fantasies and experiences and what happened while
Speaker 1: you were in the shower.
Speaker 2: I adore how you separate the lifestyle front from your
Speaker 2: core relationship.
Speaker 1: Trust like that is an ultimate aphrodisiac. And there's details
Speaker 1: the double stuffing fantasies, the sneaky shower break antics. Yep,
Speaker 1: you paint d as an insatiable force, and it's clear
Speaker 1: you're both thriving on that mutual anger. Stories like this
Speaker 1: remind us that talking dirty isn't just for play, it's
Speaker 1: can be and possibly is the glue that keeps our
Speaker 1: passions alive. Okay, question for you, what's the one fantasy
Speaker 1: you and d haven't acted on yet that keeps popping
Speaker 1: up in those late night chats? And are you planning
Speaker 1: to make it real? And ladies and gents, what's your
Speaker 1: go to pillow talk that always gets things heated? Past
Speaker 1: lovers were crushes or wild what ifs? You know what
Speaker 1: to do? Dear Nikki, I'm a straight guy and been
Speaker 1: with my wife ten years. We listen to your show together.
Speaker 1: Sometimes she gets soaked hearing the wild ones in last
Speaker 1: week's episode, we fuck like animals while we were replaying
Speaker 1: that story, you know, the one in our heads. I've
Speaker 1: got my own confession that's been eating me and it's
Speaker 1: filter than anything admitted out loud. Last month, I was
Speaker 1: at a bachelor party for my best friend. We ended
Speaker 1: up at this underground strip club, downstairs, private rooms, no cameras,
Speaker 1: cash only. The bride to bee had already left early,
Speaker 1: but the rest of us there were drunk and horny.
Speaker 1: I got pulled into a VIP booth by this dancer tall,
Speaker 1: curvy latina with a pierced tongue and tattoos everywhere. She
Speaker 1: said her name was Jade, but I don't think that
Speaker 1: was her real one. She straddled me reverse cowgirl, grinding
Speaker 1: her bare pussy right on my jeans while she whispered
Speaker 1: how wet she was getting from the friction. I could
Speaker 1: feel her heat soaking through my denim. She reached back,
Speaker 1: unsipped me and pulled my cock out aldy, rock hard
Speaker 1: and linking. No condom talk, no hesitation. She spit on
Speaker 1: her hand and stroked me twice, then lifted just enough
Speaker 1: to sink down on me in one slow, slick drop fuck.
Speaker 1: She was tight, drimping, and she had clenched around me
Speaker 1: like she was trying to milk every inch. I gripped
Speaker 1: her thighs hard enough to leave marks. She rode me
Speaker 1: reverse ass, bouncing her pussy lips, gripping my shaft. Every
Speaker 1: time she lifted, I could see her juice's coating me,
Speaker 1: shiny stringy dripping down my balls. She leaned forward, hands
Speaker 1: on my knees and started slamming back in deep, punishing
Speaker 1: strokes that made her moan, like she was in pain
Speaker 1: and loving it. I reached around and rubbed her swollen
Speaker 1: clit as vast circles while she ground down. She came first, shuddering,
Speaker 1: gushing her pussy, pulsing so hard it almost pushed me out.
Speaker 1: I felt the hot rush of her squirtings soaking my thighs,
Speaker 1: and the leather seat that set me off. I grabbed
Speaker 1: her waist, janked her down hard, and buried myself balls deep.
Speaker 1: I came inside her with a growl, thick ropes, pumping
Speaker 1: straight into her cunt while she rocked back to take
Speaker 1: every drop. We stayed lock like that for a minute,
Speaker 1: my cock twitching, her walls fluttering around in me come
Speaker 1: starting to leak out around the base and drip down
Speaker 1: my sack. She finally lifted off, turned around, and licked
Speaker 1: me clean, slow, sloppy tongue from balls to tip, sucking
Speaker 1: the last bed out while looking me dead in the eye.
Speaker 1: I tipped her five hundred dollars, stumbled out, and went
Speaker 1: home to my wife. Smelling like sex and glitter. She
Speaker 1: asked why I was late, as the guys kept buying
Speaker 1: rounds that night. I fucked her missionary, slow and deep,
Speaker 1: still half hard from the memory. I came inside her
Speaker 1: again while picturing Jade's pierced tongue swirling around my cock.
Speaker 1: I haven't told my wife. I don't know if I
Speaker 1: ever will, but every time I hear your show talk
Speaker 1: about one night thrills or forbidden fucks, I get hard
Speaker 1: all over again thinking about that raw anonymous cream pie
Speaker 1: in the dark booth. Is this guilt I should carry forever?
Speaker 1: Or just the kind of dirty secret that makes marriage
Speaker 1: hotter with confessing to my wife ruinous? Or could it
Speaker 1: turn into the fields pillow talk we've ever had. Thanks
Speaker 1: for this space to get this out, Nikki. Your voice
Speaker 1: makes me feel like I'm not the only one with
Speaker 1: these thoughts, still tasting her on my tongue. Illinois, Well,
Speaker 1: hello Illinois. I have never been to a strip club,
Speaker 1: and part of me kind of wants to see what
Speaker 1: a VIP booth you know, kind of confessional, you know,
Speaker 1: feel it, you know what it would feel like, you know,
Speaker 1: And then to hear your rawness of it, no condom,
Speaker 1: no names, straight to cream by. I love it. What
Speaker 1: stands out most for me is how vividly you describe
Speaker 1: the physicality of it, her pierce tongue, the way her
Speaker 1: pussy crypt and gushed, the slick mess dripping down your balls,
Speaker 1: looking clean while staring at you. It's the kind of
Speaker 1: filthy one and done encounter that lives rent free in
Speaker 1: the mind long after the glitter washes off, and that
Speaker 1: glitter can fucking stay. It just sticks to everything. The
Speaker 1: fact that you still went home, still tasting her, and
Speaker 1: fucked your wife while replaying it, that is kind of
Speaker 1: a secret thrill that makes the story so addictive. This
Speaker 1: isn't just cheating guilt for you. It's the thrill that
Speaker 1: supercharged your marriage bed that night without her knowing. The
Speaker 1: question is whether it's the secrecy is a fuel or
Speaker 1: the slow burning fuse. You sound conflicted but not destroyed,
Speaker 1: which tells me this is a memory is still mostly
Speaker 1: erotic currency rather than poison. Many people open up or
Speaker 1: semi opened dynamics would call this hot as hell and spice.
Speaker 1: Others in strict monogamy could see it as red flags.
Speaker 1: Either way, you own the moment without an apology in
Speaker 1: your confession, and I think that's extremely powerful question for you.
Speaker 1: Has that night changed on how you look at your
Speaker 1: wife during sex now? Do you find yourself comparing sensations
Speaker 1: or has it actually made you more present and hungry
Speaker 1: for her. If you could relive one specific second from
Speaker 1: that booth, first thrust, her squirt, the clean up, blow job,
Speaker 1: vinal date cream bi, Which would it be and why?
Speaker 1: I'm sure? I'm sure that's probably situational, you know, I
Speaker 1: know it would be for me. Have you gone back
Speaker 1: to the club since ever, just to see if Jade's
Speaker 1: still there? Or is it fantasy stronger because it stays
Speaker 1: frozen than that one perfect anonymous moment? And if your
Speaker 1: wife ever confessed something similar to you, how do you
Speaker 1: think you'd react, turned on, jealous, or both? Would it
Speaker 1: open the door to sharing this story? Ladies and gents,
Speaker 1: have you ever had a no strings, high risk hookup
Speaker 1: that was so intense it left echoes in your primary relationship,
Speaker 1: either making home sex hotter or creating a secret wall? Men? Especially,
Speaker 1: what is the wildest bachelor party or solo story you've
Speaker 1: never told your partner? Or do you wish she could
Speaker 1: turn it into dirty pillow talk? Ladies? If your man
Speaker 1: came home smelling of stripper glitter and horned up, would
Speaker 1: you want the truth or just enjoy the ride? Hmm?
Speaker 1: I really don't have an answer with that, right now
Speaker 1: we'd say just join the ride. You know what to do.
Speaker 1: I'd love to hear your thoughts. You can either email
Speaker 1: it to me at Nikki and Ikky at your Nikki
Speaker 1: dot com or join us over on discord. I'd love
Speaker 1: to hear your thoughts. I think this is a perfect
Speaker 1: place to stop for today. This episode has been a
Speaker 1: pure masterclass in stolen thrills, Tattoo tables turned fucked altars,
Speaker 1: and pillow talk that turns into pounding in a dark booth,
Speaker 1: cream pies that echo for months. Have you ever brought
Speaker 1: home the scent or extra horniness from a secret encounter
Speaker 1: or used it to rock your partner's world without them knowing?
Speaker 1: Or do you wish you would confess it all on
Speaker 1: turning into a shared dirty talk. These stories hit that
Speaker 1: sweet soot for me between raw impulse and deep intimacy.
Speaker 1: Natasha's tattoo tale shows us how single moment of surrender
Speaker 1: can unlock desire we didn't know we had, turning fear
Speaker 1: into fireworks peace. Pillow Talk Adventure reminds us that vulnerability
Speaker 1: in sharing secrets can supercharge a relationship, making the familiar
Speaker 1: feel forbidden all over again. Both highlight the beauty of
Speaker 1: our own erotic sides without shame, whether it's a one
Speaker 1: night thrill or an ongone exploration. Thank you to everyone
Speaker 1: bearing it all. You've inspired us to embrace the buzz,
Speaker 1: the whispers and everything in between. And that answer estrall
Speaker 1: in a milkshake, suck it slow, you dirty minded geniuses.
Speaker 1: And in closing, Hello, lover, why don't we steal that
Speaker 1: tattoo fantasy? You know, make it our own book a
Speaker 1: late night private session. I'll wear a short skirt, no panties,
Speaker 1: thighs bear trembling while the needle buzz is against my skin.
Speaker 1: M I'm sure that vibration will hit me just right.
Speaker 1: What do you think I really want to know? And
Speaker 1: until the next time, ladies and gentlemen, stay curus, stay consenting,
Speaker 1: and keep chasing that pleasure and have a fucking fabulous
Speaker 1: rest of your week.