Speaker 1: Hey, you filthy, horny listeners, Welcome back to Nikki after Dark,
the only place where your darkest, wettest confessions get the
spotlight the deserve. I'm your host, Nikki, and tonight we're
serving pure, unfiltered chaos. Before we dive in, here's your
mouth watering teasers of some of the stories you'll hear tonight.
She told her bikini was too much on a crowded beach,
so she took it off, bucked the girl's brother in
a public restroom, and then showed his shocked sister the
video she's secretly recorded of the whole thing. And a
guy finishes inside his girlfriend. He immediately sneaks next door
in their dorm so HER's best friend can drop to
her knees and lick every drop off of her own
bestie's pussy juice and come on his cock with her tongue.
And a married mom on a Caribbean vacation starts an
innocent nude photoshoot with her husband until a tall local
stranger joins in and it ends with his thick, bare
cock sliding inside her. That and so so much more.
We had a listener question that dropped into my mail
This weekend, Dear Nikki, my partner keeps hinting he wants
me to flirt, dance and get touched by other men
when we go out. It turns on, but I'm never
nervous it could go too far. How far is too
far when your partner wants to watch you be desired
by strangers. To all those who are listening right now,
I want your honest, filthy thoughts on these two questions.
Have you ever let your partner watch you flirt, dance
and get touched or even more with someone else? And
how did actually feel in the moment? And what's the
hottest or scariest part about letting your partner see you
wanted by some one else. I would think that jealousy
would be the biggest thing, specially if you're going in
with no absolute clear lines of where's yes, where's no,
that kind of thing. But I again, I want to
hear your thoughts. Remember you can always send them to
me at Nikki and I kk y at Dearniki dot com,
or anonymously through the website at Dearniki dot common or
the Confession Stab. You can always drop by our discord
channel talk to other sexplortoves just like you, or even
DM me your answer. My dms are always open there.
All right, it's time for your dirty sounding reddle. This
one sounds really dirty, but I swear again it's always
completely innocent. Most people love having me in their mouth
first thing in the morning and last thing at night,
and I'll leave you feeling refreshed. What am I again?
Mull then over in that dirty mind I know you have,
and the answer will be at the 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 Nikki, I'm in an aspiring model hoping
to turn this into my full time career, and I
absolutely love it. There's just something about being told what
to do and directed by competent man. It gets me
soaking wet every single time. I also adore the slutty
revealing outfits. I get to air tiny bikinis, short skirts,
all the teasing that comes with it. Honestly, it feels
completely natural to me. Last week a photographer booked me
for a shoot at his home studio. It was mostly
portraits with some implied nudity. Things were going fine until
I noticed he was getting semi hard while directing me.
He made a half joky comment about maybe needing to
go to the bathroom to take care of business. I
just laughed it off and told him it was okay.
I wasn't uncomfortable at all, since I've always been very
sexually open. I casually said he could just jerk off
right here in front of me if you wanted, without hesitation.
He pulled out his cock and started stroking it while
I continued posing for him. The energy in the room
completely changed. I started teasing him, talking dirty, telling him
how hot it was watching him get off to me.
At the same time, I slipped my hand between my
legs and began rubbing my tripping wet pussy right in
front of him. It was incredibly intense. We both lost it,
eyes locked on each other. I ended up squirting hard
just as he came shooting all over his hand. It
was such a thrilling, dirty experience. I can't stop thinking
about it. Signed your secret little exhibitionist. I have never
had a shoot turned into explicitly sexual The few that
I've been on. I've been someones that are really comfortable,
and then I've been on someones that I am just
not a model. I crack up. I'm just not a
serious words. And when it comes to serious things, I mean,
I be serious, But when it comes to like that
where you know you have to be the model type,
I'm new. I'm a boat of giggles. And unto our
little exhibitionist, did you end up booking more shoots with him?
Did anything else happen after you both came? Did you
come again later? I'd like to know that. And to
everyone listening, would you have been bold enough to suggest
he'd chirk off right there? Or do you have kept
it more professional? Have you ever mixed work with this
level of sexual tension? Now? There's never been one there
too to do, just just saying, dear Nikki. Back in
two thousand, I was at my first real job after college,
and so was my platonic college friend Kelly. She worked
at a tiny PR company with just her boss and
one other girl, Becky. Kelly has always had an incredible hodar,
and she set me up with several girls before she
knew my style pretty well. I'm not usually the type
to fuck on the first date, but I'm definitely in
everything but kind of guy. She always appreciated that about me,
because she's been pushing for sex on the first dates herself,
and like that I showed some restraint while still being
very sexual. Kelly told me Becky was new to Chicago
and seemed down to party. In fact, Becky had straight
up told Kelly she was single and looking to hook up.
After checking with me, Kelly put us in touch. The
phone call went great. We clicked right away, and when
I asked her out for that weekend, she immediately said yes.
There was this cute little giggle in her voice that
told me this night was going to be fun. I
picked Becky up at her apartment and took her to
a nice tapus dinner. She was really cute, thin, dark
brown hair, pale skin, pretty smile. She actually looked a
lot like the seventies poor actress Jenny Baxter. The date
went well and the chemistry was strong, so I drove
her home. I was already hoping she'd invite me in.
Just thinking about the possibility getting to eat her pussy
made my rock hard. The second the we got the car,
my erection was purty obvious in my microfiber pants. While
I was driving down Lake Shore Drive. Becky didn't waste
any time. She in sipp my pants, pulled my cock
out through the fly of the aunt my underwear, and
before I knew it, she had me in her mouth.
Holy fuck, she gave an incredible blow job. I was
steering with one hand and gently holding back of her
head with the other while she worked me over. I
eventually had to beg her to stop because I was
getting too close and I still really wanted to eat
her out at her place. When we got to her apartment,
we went straight to the bed and stripped naked. Becky
had that soft, milky, pale skin and a body that
felt so good to touch, soft where a woman should
be soft, as the old guys used to say, and
legs heaven. She had big, beautiful, full black bush thick
dark triangle against her pale skin with the plump pink
lips peeking out. I flipped her over so her ass
was on my face, took one sniff from her musky
pussy and just moaned like an animal. She smelled exactly
how a woman should smell. I dove in and started
eating her wet, flavorful pussy while she went right back
to sucking my cock, taking me half way down on
her throat. I managed to hold off until her come
for my tongue. The second she finished, she attacked my
dick with pure hunger, lots of spit, deep throating, sucking
me like she needed my load. When I told her
I was about to come, she didn't pull off. I
ended up shooting seven long, heavy jets, straightened her mouth
and down her throat. She swallowed every single drop like
a champion, keeping her lips sealed around me the whole time,
even as I kept pulsing. It was one of the
best first dates I've ever had. You're eager, cock hungry
first date slut, so cock hungry slut. I guess you'd
be a pussy hungry slut. Maybe here she was a
cock hungry slut. Did you ever sing her again after
that night? And if you did, did it get wilder
on round two? And did you ever give Helly the
full dirty details from either one of you? You know
I I leave some details out, not all, but some,
and to everyone listening, would you have gone down on
him in the car on your very first date like
becky did or would you have waited until you got inside?
And how do you feel about a full bush on
a woman? Full bush? Does that mean you know full
bush like non trimmed or are we trimming here because
you know dental floss comes from the store, not like
prepackaged already warm. Just saying dear Nikki. This happened years ago,
long before I met my husband. I had a few
casual fuck bodies back then, but there was one guy
who was especially talented in bed, so good that I
drop everything when they called for a booty call. One night,
he texted me while I was already drunk, lying naked
in bed. He wanted me to come over, and with
all that liquid courage flowing through me, a wicked idea
popped into my head. I decided to show up wearing
nothing but a long coat and a pair of sexy heels,
no bra, no panties, completely bare underneath. I felt so
bold and confident that I wasn't even nervous about anyone
seeing me all the way. When I got to his place,
he opened the door. I didn't even say hello. I
just let the coat drop straight to the ground, standing
there naked, nothing but my heels. The look on his
face was priceless, pure lust. We ended up having incredible,
non stop sex were hours. It was raw, dirty and
exactly what I needed. Morning came too fast. I had
glasses to get to so I to rush out in
my hurry and still a little junk. I knew the coat.
I threw the coat back on and headed before the train.
It wasn't until I was sitting in the morning commute
on the train that it really hit me. The coat.
It was barely long enough to cover me, and every
time I moved or the chain jostled, I was flashing skin.
I realized I must have been doing the exact same
thing on the way there, but I've been too bold
and tipsy to care. Now sober ish, I was in
a harsh morning light. I felt completely exposed. All those
people staring at me on their way to work. They
were looking at me like I was a total slut,
and honestly they were right. That's exactly what I was
that night. Hello Abe, you keep Yeah. I prefer answering
you guys on my keyboard too, so that's not a
bad thing, just saying it never comes out right if
I'm typing on my phone that I have like ten
tabs open on my phone and you should see my
tabs on my desktop. It's even worse. Have you ever
done anything this risk or exhibitionists just because I was
hornied a little drunk? No, I mean, you guys are
gonna find out I'm completely boring, just really horny all
the time. No, but I mean, I, well, not exposed
like this. But there was a bus in the UK,
but my clothes were all still on. That's all I'm
gonna say there into our author. Did he ever find
out how exposed you were on the train ride home?
And did you pull a stunt like this again with
him or anyone else? And how did you feel about
all this after the alcohol or h And to anyone
that's listening, have you ever dared to walk across the
city or even just down the street wearing only a
coat and heels for a hookup? How far would you
go for a great dick when you really are turned on?
Great dick, great dick and good pussy'll make you do
lots of things. I don't know if it'll make you
rob a bank, but lots of things. What about you, abe?
Would you cross the city and nothing but a trench
coat to get good pissy, Dear Nikki. It was late
twenty twenty one in Southeast Michigan, the weird post pandemic
time where everyone was desperate for real human connection. I
had just moved, changed careers and was living with a
room mate who sometimes used me for her only fan's content.
Another story for another day. I'm a shamelessly a slut
and I own it. My name Jay. I'm twenty five
or was twenty five six, two dirty blonde hair and
a rocking of fresh try forced tattoo. I'm no meal model,
but I got that awkward hot vibe. Think Matthew Gray,
U goobler, homeschooled little brother who'd never turned er. Shut up,
But you're not here for me, You're here for Tanya.
Tanya was twenty seven five eight, with short brown hair
that framed her cute face perfectly. She had a beaming smile,
a button nose and a pinchable cheeks, and a killer
pair of doubled ease that couldn't hide no matter how
hard she tried. We matched on tender and I was
brutally honest right away. Hey, I like kinki shit bondage
threesomes in mind blowing sex. Does that interest you? Most
girls would have run. Tanya didn't. She matched my energy.
We chatted about kink, anime, and games. I asked her
out for a drink. That same night, I showed up
early at this little bar. She walked in wearing a
black dress, denim jacket, and leggings. Because November in Michigan
is fucking cold, the banter was fire, so she teased
me for being cuter in person. I roaster her for
having zero self preservation. After op my opening line, she
mocked me for playing my League of Legends fair. Eventually
I went for it. Want to come back to my place?
She said yes. The second we got inside, she looked
nervous but excited. I got her some water, sat her
on the edge of my bed, and lifted her chin
gently as to ask if she was okay. She admitted
she'd never done anything like this before. I assured her
wegowed slow and she could stop any time. I brought
out my ropes and let her pick the color. She
chose a deep red hemp rope and looked incredible against
her stand. I started out with a simple double column
tie on her wrist, turning it into a cuff and collar,
so her hands were bound to her neck. When I
asked how it felt, she looked at me with these
big eyes and whispered, fuck. I thought I'd done something wrong,
and I reached for the safety scisters, but she quickly
stopped me. No, I need you to fuck me right now. Yes,
ma am. Getting her dress off with the rope in
the way was a challenge, but once it was gone,
I was staring at those beautiful big tits. Her braw
came off fast. She eagerly dropped her knees and took
my thick cock into her mouth, sucking with real hunger.
I injured it for a minute and used the rope
to leash to pull her round the bed. I tied
her hands above her head to the headboard and threw
her legs over my shoulders and buried my face into
her tight, wet pussy. I licked and sucked her clit,
added a finger to a g spot, and worked her
until she was shaking. When she whispered, I'm gonna come,
I told her, good girl, and kept going until she
came hard on my tongue. After a quick check in,
she looked surprised and asked if we were done. Hell no.
I grabbed my magic wand put a condom on and
slid my cock inside her while pressing the vibrator against
her clit. I started slowly, letting her feel every inch
and fucked her harder while the toy buzzed. She was
moaning like crazy, and when she begged, Naddy, I'm gonna
come again, I turned sadistic and told her not to,
then cracked the vibrator high. She lost it, whimpering and pleading,
please Daddy, let me come. I can't hold it. I
finally growled, come for me, Come on that big hard cock.
Her pussy clinched so tight around me that I exploded
deep inside her, pumping a load after load while she
came hard. We caught her breath in the afterglow, and
I smiled at her shower and round two. She grinned
and said, yes, please, Daddy. Internet dating is always a gamble,
but once in a while you strike pure gold. You're
rope rope hungry, Daddy, pleasing tender date. I've never been
on a tender day, and I'm not interested in being
on tender dates. It just it does not often for me,
but it cometimes comes out as yes, Vika or Daddy.
So this one kind of struck home because yes, this
has happened, so I'm interested though with our daddy. Did
you end up seeing Tanya again after that night? I'd
hope so, as great as this sounded, And did the
kink ever get more intent at later rounds? And did
she ever let you tie up in more creative ways?
That's interesting too. And to those that are listening, would
you have let someone tee you up on the first
date after a tender match? Especially if his opening line
was that direct? And how do you feel about mixing
toys and bondage and rough sex right away? Maybe not
the first date, that would I don't know. I mean,
who was honest about it? But I've watched too many
murder mysteries and yeah, so I think you'd have to
build some trust for me before I would sign my
You know, I just watched man in a white van,
so I'm not looking to disappear, just saying so this
is a note for me. My mileage is definitely varying
for a first date, second or third possibly, but depends
on the connection and YadA, YadA, YadA. What about you guys,
I'd really want to know, you can always send me
directly to Nikki n ikk Y at darniki dot com,
anonymously through the website at darniki dot com under the
confessant chab, and just remember you can always join us
over on the Discord channel, meet other sexploratives just like you,
and send me a DM. I read every single one
of them, Dear Niki. Years ago, in school, I was
a real bully. A lot of time has passed and
I've grown up since then, but this unexpected counter brought
it all rushing back. I was at the local swimming
baths when I'd just finished swimming when I bumped into Kevin,
a guy I used to pick on back in school.
I hadn't seen him since we left. I headed into
the showers, not realizing he had followed me in. While
I was washing off, he said hello and we had
a quick ketch up chat. I could feel his eyes
on me the whole time. Then I noticed him getting
hard while looking at my body. To my embarrassment, my
own cock started rising too. Before I could say anything,
he stepped into the shower with me and said, guess
this will make up for you being a bully in school.
And he reached out and took my cock in his hand,
then guided me into his. We stood there, stroking each
other with the water running over us, and didn't take long.
His hand felt so good that I exploded, shooting my
load all over him as he kept bumping me. Then
he smirked and said, time you apologized properly. He pushed
me down on to my knees, his hard cock right
in front of my face. He grabbed my head and
shoved it into his mouth, thrusting deep while holding me
in place. I knelt there, sucking him eagerly, genuinely and
enjoying apologizing or how I treated him back. Then when
he came, he filled my mouth so suddenly I gagged,
but I managed to swallow most of his load. As
I stood up, he looked at me and called me
a good girl, saying I wasn't a bully anymore. Then
he pulled me in and kissed me hard. Before I
knew it, I was rock hard again. We stood there, gently,
rubbing and stroking each other until we both came a
second time, moaning into the kiss. It was such a dirty,
unexpected way to make peace with the past. Your repentant
shower slut who always says sorry, hum, this is hot.
I got amid that. I don't think I could ever
have shower secks at a gem though. I mean I
say that, but I could think of a few that
i'd be at least down to. I mean, you know,
hand jobs or something, and our shower slut are bully.
Did anything else happen after the second orgasm or was
that the end of your apology? Have you seen Kevin
again since that day at the baths? And how did
it feel being called a good girl in that moment?
And those who are listening, would you ever let an
old bully or someone you used to bully turn the
tables on you in a public shower like this? And
how far would you go to apologized if the chemistry
suddenly hit. I don't know. Maybe i'd take him back
to my place, but I don't think I still would
do it in a shower. But it is still hot now.
If I was in the shower next door, I definitely
would masturbate that I would do. Dear Nikki, nothing turns
me on more been knowing that none of my friend's
family or even my wife have any idea who I
am while they're at work or sitting at church. The
real me is somewhere else, aching for desperate cock. I'm
the one getting pushed down to my knees, mouth open,
eagerly taking my favorite meal deep down my throat. I'm
the one getting bent over, ass up, getting my back
blown out so hard I can't stop moaning like a
true filthy slut. That secret, that hungry, cock craving side
of me is the real me. And now you know, well, hello,
you cock, hungary slut? Uh? Have I ever kept Have
you ever kept a wild different side completely hidden from
everyone else? I would say probably my anybody that's not
intimately involved in me. Yeah, I mean, hence the word nikki.
I mean I'm just someone you'll see at the grocery
store and not think of thing of it. And to you,
how often do you get to let your secret slut out?
Do you have regular guys who know they're real you?
Or is it mostly risky spontaneous hookups? Does the danger
of getting caught and make it even hotter for you?
And I think that's when you only have a secret,
secret life and you want to keep it secret, that's
when you go at least a couple downs over to
keep it secret, just Sam, No pictures are videos, and
if you do, shoulders down. Could you, for anyone that's listening,
live a double life like this, respectable on the outside
and total cock slut or any other kind of slut
on the inside. How far would you go to keep
your filthy cravings completely secret from your wife, family, or friends?
You know the drill? I really want to know, Dear Nikki.
My husband and I got a wild message on a
swinger site from our own cousin and her husband. We
both thought it was pretty we at first. Some people
online even called it sick, but we've decided to meet
them for drinks anyway, just to see what happened. We
had lots of laughs and shared our limited swinging experiences.
They were way more experienced than us. It felt especially
strange for my husband because their families have always been
really close. His cousin's a little older than us, and
I know he looked up to her when he was younger.
Nothing physical happened that night, We just said we'd keep
in touch. A few days later, his cousin called me
directly and asked if i'd be a unicorn for them,
just me without my husband. She was super sweet about it,
tell me how much they both enjoyed our company and
how pretty they thought I was. She laid on the
compliments thick. She even admitted that if it weren't for
the family connection, they could all have a really good
time together. But she could tell my husband wasn't comfortable
with that, and she understood. I told my husband about
the call right away. He said it was completely up
to me. I still felt weird about it, but if
he reassured me he was fine with whatever I decided.
I even asked if he wanted to watch if it
went if I went through with it, but he just
smiled and told me go have fun, so I did.
Being the third with them felt amazing. They really know
how to make a girl feel special. It was clear
they'd done plenty of times before. We also talked about
my husband during the night, and I could tell his
cousin was very interested in him. She even asked if
I thought he might be opening to join us if
there was another couple or two involved. The more I
think about it, if everyone is genuinely okay with it,
why not signed You're a curious married unicorn exploring forbidden fruit.
I don't see a problem with this. You know, it
doesn't sound like they're interested in him or just her.
But when I first read this, I was wondering if
if the two cousins were male and their respectable wives
were you know, female, and they could just swop and
there's still nothing wrong with that, And there's there's nothing
wrong with this. I mean, the way I look at
this is if everybody's a consenting adult, it's none of
my damn business, so go for it. But I think
maybe if there were some other couples involved and they
weren't bothered by the familial connection, that I could see
this her husband going for it. I think there's just
not enough buffer there. That's kind of what I'm reading
into this. And to our author, did you end up
meeting them again as their unicorn and how did it
feel about being your husband's cousin? Did anything happen that
made you think your husband might actually join the next time?
And to everyone that's listening, would you ever agree to
be a unicorn for your partner's family member and how
far would family taboo push your boundaries if your husband
was generally okay with it? Again, this does not it
wouldn't air if I saw this in the familial role.
There's no blood touching here, so it's just wives of
the person that they're married to touching the other couple
that's related to her husband. There's no familial connection here,
and Nindia still doesn't even cross the line. If he's
there involved with other two other couples, you know, there's
still that buffer there. But again, everyone's consenting adults here.
They can do as they please. Hello, Beatty, I see
you peeking in here. How are we tonight? Ah, I'm good. Tired,
I'm really tired. I don't know why, but I'm good.
It's Monday, as I always say, it's Monday. Nothing like
a Monday, Monday Funday. Dear Nikki, I went down to
Florida last week because I could, and as any self
respecting slut knows, a good bikini is basically mandatory down there,
just to set the scene. I could have worn something
way sluttier for my first day, but the bikini I
had on when his when this happened was actually pretty
modest compared to what I could have gotten away with
on that beach. It still showed off plenty of tits
and ass, but nothing outrageous, or so I thought. I
was lying on by towel reading a book while my
two friends were out in the water. Out of nowhere,
this girl, probably a little older than me, walks straight
up and says, hey, don't you think that some soup
might be a bit too much? Hell no, no introduction,
just pure bitch energy. I looked up to her and asked,
way more politely than she deserved too much what She
hit me with the classic I'm just saying there could
be children around here. I reminded her it was a beach.
She shrugged it off and went back to my book.
She stormed away, so naturally I got nosey and glanced over.
She was with the guy. I assumed he was her boythrend,
so I flipped onto my stomach and tied my bikini
top and accidently let my tits flash him a few
times while pretending to read Patty Maybe Fun Absolutely. A
while later, the guy comes over to apologize for his sister.
At first I thought he was lying to cover up cheating,
but they really did look like turns out he wasn't lying,
he wasn't bad looking. We started flirting hard, and it
didn't take long before we both wanted more. Bucking there
on the beach wasn't an option, and my hotel room
felt too boring, so we did the nex Speck's thing.
We went to a restaurant, grabbed a quick bite, and
I then let him fuck me in the men's bathroom,
right in front of the mirror. It was honestly, purely
pretty standard sex. No one even walked in on us.
Sadly no extra spices. But here's where it gets good. Afterward,
I changed into an even smaller bikini, one that barely
covered anything, and we headed back to the beach. We
found his sister's sunbathing on her towel. Her face went
bright red the second she saw me and my newly
barely there outfit. I decided to be direct and asked
her straight up if that was her brother. She admitted it.
The brother tried to get her to stay put while
I sat basically on top of him, my tits practically
spilling out. For my final little bitch move, I pulled
out my phone and showed her the video I'd secretly
recorded of me getting fucked by a brother in the
bathroom mirror. They both lost it. I laughed, said my
piece and left. He wasn't even great in bed. But
I'm pretty sure they're still talking about me. I know
this one's pretty tame compared to something some of the
thing I've I've told you, but the whole brother mix
up made it hilarious to me. I'm just too much
for Florida. Huh. Yeah, No, I'm not that Patty, but
I I have something similar, so but it's not sexy.
So I like to listen. I had all my tops
on my chief one summer and I was driving through
Sam's and I admittedly listened to my music just to
tad tooo loud. I always turned down for parking lots
well down ish, but I was in the moment and
I was waiting for this car. I was down a
little lane here and like you guys can see where
I'm pointing. And this woman is loading up her car
and she had a small one and she comes over
and she goes, can you turn down? I was listening
to Oh gosh, I think it was crazy train. It
was what it was on because iway smile and comes on.
Now she goes, could you just turn that devil slup
music down? You know, Timmy, you're you know, hurt Timmy's
Ears or whatever his name was. You know, he only
listens to whatever, and I without miss the meat. I
reached behind a steering wheel and turned it up. I said, what,
I can't hear you. My music's so loud. I can't
seem to get it down further. And she stormed off.
That's my bitch move. I mean, if she would have
just came over and said, hey, can you please turn
down the music? You know, it's all about approach, right,
If she would have been a little cordial to me
and done it. Yeah, But I'm like, I wouldn't have
gone as far as she did with the whole I'm
gonna fuck your brother and record it. That's just tacky.
But you know I, you know, I still probably would
have showed off. I'm gonna have done something a little
more cattier than her, but definitely Yeah. So for those
who are listening, would you have shown her the video
or kept that little souvenir to yourself? And have you
ever turned a stranger's rude comment into something full on
hookup sex or benge story? No? And what's the pettiest
thing you've done out of spite during a vacation fling?
I don't think I've ever been petty outside of the
story I just told. I mean, I've been petty, but
not in as sexually like this chick was. It just
it's not worth my energy. You know, if you got
a crazy sister, I don't want it. I don't deal crazy. So,
Dear Nikki, my girlfriend's best friend and I have been
secret fuck buddies longer than I've even known my girlfriend.
In fact, her bestie who's the one who introduced us
in the first place. My girlfriend has no idea that
I've been fucking the whole time. We've told ourselves we'd
stop once I started dating her, but we never could.
The pull was just too strong. Now here's the really
twisted part. Her bestie is an evil, filthy woman in
the best possible ways. We all live in the same dorm,
and she turned into this dirty little ritual. Almost every
single time fuck my girlfriend, she orders me to come
straight to her room right afterward. No shower, no cleaning up, nothing.
She wants me exactly as I am. I snink over
with my cock still wet and messy from my girlfriend,
covered in her juices, and come the second I walk
through a door, her bestie drops her knees like it's
her favorite part of the day. She takes me into
her mouth, slowly licking and sucking every inch, making sure
she cleans off every single drop of her own best
friend's pussy from my dick. The moans the whole time,
like she's savoring the best taste of betrayal. Sometimes she
swallows it all down. Sometimes she pushes me onto the
bed and rides me so her pussy can clean me too.
And if I'm really lucky, she'll turn around and let
me fuck her tight ass right after. It's becoming our
regular thing. Now I fuck my girlfriend that immediately let
her bestie clean up the evidence and the most impossible way.
The risk of getting caught in the dorm hallway just
makes it hotter. We both know how fucked up this is,
but neither of none of us wants to stop girlfriend's
bestie's favorite fuck toy. I'm trying to picture this, so
what he gets up and goes, Okay, hang on hold
that thought, I'm gonna run down the hall. I mean,
what is he saying? Every time I have questions here?
And no, no, this is no mileage Bayberry on everybody,
But how is this working, Betty, help me here, No way,
I could see maybe once, maybe once getting away with it.
I'd like to know the excuse how they got away
with it the first time? Because what is he doing,
like just run and butt naked down the hall? I mean,
or are they in are they in dorms that are connected?
Hang on? I left my toothbrush at Sandra's door. What
are we doing here? How are we getting away with this? This
has only happened once, and I want to know the
story about what was the excuse? Okay, for all you
that are listening, have you ever had a secret ongoing
affair with your partner's best friend? And how long did
you manage to keep it going? He only let this
go once, I'm just telling you. And would you ever
let or make your side piece your cleanup right after
sex with your main partner? Or is that you're risky
even for you? And what's the most depraved or reclaiming
ritual you've ever done or had done to you? I'm
just like, I mean, does he have a button. I'm confused.
I'm really really confused here, Betty. Dear Nikki, On one
recent spring break to the Caribbean, my husband and I
finally got a rare toddler free afternoon to ourselves. Before
the kid, we used to find love finding secluded spots
during a vacation for sexy nude photoshoots. I did the
nude modeling when I was younger, and my husband is
a hobbyist photographer, so it became our fun little tradition,
micro bikinis, full nude all over the Caribbean. I finally
felt coffid enough in my postpartum body to do it again,
so that was the plan. We drove forty minutes to
the wild, mostly unused side of the island, perfect for privacy.
I started shooting in my tiniest micro g string bikini
and of course, within minutes a local man appeared out
of nowhere. He was a tall, black slender, probably in
his fifties. He just stood about twenty feet away watching.
We've had gawkers before, so we went over and started
chatting with him. Surprisingly, he was really nice and easy
to talk to, no awkwardness at all. We talked about island,
our trip, life, all while I was basically naked in
my micro bikini and he was wearing a thin black
workout shorts with no underwear. His big dick was clearly
outlined the whole time. As light started to fade, my
husband wanted to keep shooting. I figured why not, so
I asked the man if he wanted to take a
few photos of me. He smiled and agreed. We started
with some awkward side by side shots, but my husband
kept directing, put your arm around her, get closer, look happy.
Soon I was pressed tied against him, my tits and
hips rubbing on his body, my arm and around his back.
Then my husband told me to face him. I turned,
pressed my body fully against his hand on his chest.
Looking up, I could feel his cock getting hard and
throbbing against my leg through those thin shorts. He got
all embarrassed and tried to pull away, but I reassured
him it was okay. I was glad he liked it.
He relaxed, and I even guided his hand on to
my ass. Those poses got hotter and hotter, closer, like
you're about to kiss, my husband said. We got so
close I could smell his sweet breath, and that masculine
scent drove me wild. In seconds, I went from photoshoot
to I need to be fucked right now. The only
problem I'm not on birth control anymore, and I don't
have an IUD. I couldn't let him fuck me, but god,
I wanted to. I wanted him to pin me down
on the sand and fill me with his calm. Instead,
I asked if you wanted to kiss me. He said yes,
so I started making out with him while my husband
kept snacking photos and giving directions. It was this crazy
mix of kissing, posing, and pure heat. My pussy was
throbbing the whole time. Undo her top and touch her breasts.
My husband called out. He did. His big hands felt
incredible on my tits. Then I broke the kiss, looked
up at him and said, I want you to take
your pants off from me. He pulled his shorts down,
his thick cock sprang free, large fat head, foreskin already
wrought hard. I wrapped my hand around it and started
stroking while we were kissing again, my husband capturing every moment.
I told him I wanted to watch him stroke it
for me. While he did, I took off my bikini bottoms,
lay down on the warm sand and started touching my pussy.
He knelt beside me and jerked his cock right over
my body. His heavy balls hung low and thick precumb
was dripping. He reached over and started rubbing my clit
with his fingers hard, just how I like it. My
clit is extra sensitive and enlarged from testosterone. I came
hard on his hand while his leaking cock hovered interest
from my face. After my orgasm, he moved between my
legs and rubbed his cock against my pussy lips. I
was so wet and open that his fat head started
sliding inside me. Even as I kept saying, you can't
fuck me, you can't fuck me. I was grinding just
on the head, squeezing it with my pussy, feeling it throb.
He finally said I want to come. I told him
to pull out and come on me. I spread my
pussy for him as he stroked any unloaded, thick, heavy
ropes of cumb all over my pussy and lower belly. Afterward,
we kissed a little more while his comb dripped in
on me. I apologized and explained I wasn't on birth control,
otherwise I had let him fuck me properly. He was
sweet about it. Eventually I got up, walked into the
calm water with his comb still running down me, and
washed off when I came back, he was gone and
was just my husband looking through all the filthy photos
he had taken. I still can't think stop thinking about
how much close I came to letting a stranger breed
me on that beach. I care, I almost Mommy, that's hot.
I have to agree with that. Hello, John, how are
you you know? I wouldn't have let him come inside
me either, you know, especially if I was off of
all that stuff I have to even with the ID,
I would least, you know, that was one thing when
I first started dating someone, even though they would wear
condom and I was like on like an oral or
a shot or whatever, I still did like the spermicide jelly.
I like did like I stacked the whole stuff that
was me, just me. And for those of you who
are listening, have you ever come that close to unprotected
sex with a stranger while on vacation and knowing the risk?
Did you stop or give in? Would you have let
him come inside you if the circumstances were different? Or
did you love the denial? On teas and husband and wives?
How far would you let a spontaneous beach encounter go
during a couple's photo shoot you know how to get
a hold of me at Nikki A I K K
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that we never know Where's going Dear Nikki. This happened
a few years ago, but I still get hard thinking
about it. It was a Friday afternoon after a brutal
week at work. I needed to blow off some serious steam,
so on the drive home, I shot a quick d
M to one of my favorite sexy dads in his forties,
with a soft, furry dad bod and nicely curved dick
that always felt great to play with. We had a
couple of fun no pressure, stroke and suck sessions before,
so I was thrilled when he replied almost instantly, I'm
hold horned up, Let's go stroke it out. He dropped
a location pin not far from me. When I pulled up,
it was a motel. Made sense he had kids, so
he probably just wanted privacy. I knocked on the door
and g opened it, squinting in the pitch black room,
wearing only boxers. My eyes adjusted and liant it straight
on the bed where another guy was sitting naked against
the pillows. He winked at me, I thought you'd like
to join me in a friend. Before I could even
process it, he was already tugging at my belt, practically
ripping my pants off. That hungry energy I love. As
my clothes hit the floor, I locked eyes with a
cute guy on the bed. He was in his twenties,
Eastern European, pale, smooth skin and just a tiny patch
of chest hair, total twink vibes, short drawn black hair,
with a sweet smile. The second he saw Ge slide
my boxer briefs and my thick cut cock sprang out,
he started lazily panging with his own soft dick. G
motioned me onto the bed like the devil, the three
of us inning sitting side by side against the pillows,
euro Boy on my left, Ge on my right, facing
the TV like we were just watching a movie instead
about to get filthy. I was already rock hard. G
wasted no time wrapping his hand around my cock, showing
it off. It's nice and big, isn't it. He told
Euroboy right before he dove down and swallowed me whole.
The sudden, wet heat of his mouth on my foreskin
and head felt incredible. At the same time, Euroboy grabbed
my chin, pulled me in, started kissing me deep the
faint tastes of cigarettes tongue, and pushing me in like
he was trying to fuck my mouth. I kissed him
back hard while G bobbed on my dick. When G
came up for air, Euroboy's hand instantly replaced his mouth.
G moved up to my dick and nibbled my nipples
while I found both of their cocks in my hands,
Gee's curved under six inches and eurroboy long, uncut seven
plus inch staff. I was in heaven, getting worshiped from
both sides. Then Eurroboy slid down between my legs, locked
his lips around my swollen cockhead, and started sucking like
he was starving, and I couldn't hold back. I shoved
my USh, I grabbed the back of his head, shoved
my cock down his throat, and unloaded hard pulse after
pulse straight into him. He gagged, resisted for a second,
then relaxed and swallowed every drop like a good boy,
licking up anything that escaped right around when Gee groaned
loudly and started coming all over my fist, thick white
ropes coating my hand. While I kept pumping him through it,
we all caught our breath. Euroboy straddled my leg, looking
at me while his satisfied smile. I noticed he shot
his own load all over his hand. I wanted a taste,
so I grabbed his wrist and sucked his cumb covered
fingers clean. He looked surprised and really happy as I
licked every bit off. I hadn't planned on staying long,
so I started getting dressed. Your boy disappeared into the
bathroom while Gee and I chatted. A couple texts came
in and I realized I had to run. I stepped
out into the bright sunlight, still buzzing with how good
both of their cocks felt in my hands and how
Euroboy had taken my load. I'd only made it one
block when I heard hey behind me. I turned round
and there was euro Boy running after me, panting. When
he caught up, he leaned in and kissed me right
on the lips. You're totally my type, he said, breathing hard.
Can I get your number? I wasn't expecting that sweet
ending to a random motel threesome, but yeah, we swapped
numbers and yes we ended up meeting again. You're Friday
load thief. I think if you know, I mean, there's
nothin like a quick hotel hook up if you're gonna
have some fun. And question than for all of you
that are listening, have you ever been surprised by an
extra person showing up what you thought would be a
one on one hook up? And did you stay or run?
And what's the hottest unexpected third experience you've had planned
or not? And would you chase someone down the street
after a hot session to ask for their number or
do you prefer keeping it strictly anonymous. I think I
would chase somebody to get their attention, but I would
prefer to be chased. Whoo, that was a heavy handed,
comes soaked session. We had so many confessions that prove
how deliciously twisted sex can get, from turning a rude
too much bikini comment into a full petty revenge sex
and a video blackmail on the beach to a secret
ongoing ritual where the guy lets his girlfriend's best friend
licked her own Bessie's juices off his cock every single time.
To a postpartum hot wife letting a stranger's bear cock
slip inside her on a public beach while her husband
photographs every second. What can we learn? Sometimes the hottest
sex comes from spite and revenge. Sometimes the ultimate thrill
is the ultimate betrayal, run under your partner's nose. And
sometimes the most intense moments happens right on that razor's
edge where you're so close to losing control. You can
taste it, but you still pull back barely bottom line.
Lean into your slutty side and your own your desires,
and never underestimate how filthy a little risk or a
little revenge can make things. Just remember consent, communication and
protection still matter even when the hill heat is blinding.
And now it's time for your reddle. Just a reminder,
most people love having me in their mouth first thing
in the morning and last thing at night, and they
leave you feeling refreshed. A toothbrush, what'd you think it was?
It's time for our naughty tucking. Oh God, the oord
bell rang at seven on Easter Sunday, and my whole
body start humming. I stood on the porch, my pink
satin bunny ears, the little white body suit painted like
on second skin, my nipples stiff and dark against the
thin fabric. The fluffy puffball tail clipped right above my
ass tickled every time I breathed. But the real reason
my knees felt weak was a thick pastail pink glass
egg buried deep inside me since this morning. It had
been with me through church, through Darrell's mother's endless dinner,
through this. Every single bump on the car on the
way there, every shift to my hips made it pressed
against that delicious spot, keeping me soaked and aching. Oh wait,
you were not a Patreon member yet. If you were,
you would get this episode ad free plus up to
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And that's just one of the perks. So tell me.
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the show notes. Well, thank you for riding along with
me tonight on Nikki after Dark. If you have a
confession that's even filter than me, send it my way.
You know how to do it. It's Nikki at Nikky at
dearnikki dot com, or anonymously through the website at dear
Nikki dot com into the confessions tab Again. You can
always join us over on the Discord channel Monday through
Sea at a pm Central Standard Time Monday through Saturday,
and until next time. Stay safe, stay horny, you beautiful,
beautiful sexy people. Good Night,