Speaker 1: Hey, you filthy horny listeners, Welcome back to Nikki after Dark,
the podcast where we celebrate everything dripping, throbbing, no limits
fantasy without a single ounce of shame. I'm your host, Nikki,
and today we're going full May the Fourth be with
you mode. Buckle up because this episode starts at a
sun soaked swingers resort and rocket straight into hyperspace breeding
gangbang that'll leave you soaked. Let's kick your stuff off
with some teasers for tonight. O wife gives her husband
the ultimate forty ninth birthday surprise, five days ad hedonism
and finally unleashes the greedy, dripping slut she's always been
and a pull side sunscreen hand job on the biggest
stick they've ever seen, hat hot tub body shots, licks
straight off the head, and a legendary BUSLOADO contest, and
finally we drop out of hyperspace for a Star Wars
fantasy where Bobo Fett is throat fucking her, Ray is
licking a fresh cream pies from my pussy and Padme
is pinching my nipples and Kylo Renn is warming my
ass with a heated lightsaber to the hilt before all
breed me in full. Those are just our previews. I
kind of went kind of hot. I think, hello, mister bean,
how's my being? I mean, my being is hot and ready?
But what about you? Captain? That's mister bean or freehole.
I use both. And now we're gonna dive into today's
main story. I want you to have some questions here
for you. This is just for you. What's one sexual
fantasy or experience you've been nervous to share with a
partner and what's holding you back from sharing that fantasy
right now? And how do you think exploring it together
could completely change your sex life or relationship. Drop your
answers below I read every single one of them, or
you can then email them to me at Nikki and
Ikky at dear niki dot com, anonymously through the website
at dearniki dot com under the confessions tab and join
us Monday through Saturday at eight pm Central Standard Time
on Discord. Come say hello to other sex floridaves like yourself,
or just say hi to me. We're all open here
and now it's time for the reddle. It sounds extremely dirty,
but it's actually squeaky clean. I'm in you and you're
often in me. If I surround you and you can die,
what am I? And keep that in the back of
your little mind. We'll reveal the answer at the very
end of our episode, like the Evazoon Saturday, probably because
Saturday kept saying Friday, so I've had to pause. I
have a little note Monday through pause Saturday. You know
what all works. I'll probably mess it up some time
for hearing the show you watch. 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 around people just like you and me.
Dear Nikki, I'm in a long distance relationship with my
trans girlfriend and it's been absolute torture. We fuck like
animals in her car at least fifteen times when I'm
visiting her in her home down but I haven't seen
her in months and won't for another full year. I'm
so fucking horny I can barely think straight. I'm desperate
for her to completely wreck me. I want her to
pin me down, come inside me, over and over again,
fill me until I'm linking. It's so hot when she
scratches deep lines down my back, bites my shoulder, and
growls low in her throat as she pumps her load
into me. I fantasies about telling her it hurts that
I can't take her cock, and I'm begging her to stop,
only for her to ignore me completely and keep fucking
me senseless. I want her to use me anytime she wants,
as hard as she possibly can, Choke me until I
pass out, fuck me so brutally I can't breathe, can't think,
can't do anything except take it. I want her to
tie me up, cut me, bold my body however she desires.
Jesus Christ, I needed to hurt me. I crave that
hungry look on her face when she's trying to make
me come with her fingers, that animal grouse sheet when
she shoves me deep inside me, the way she looks
when she's choked me out at last time. I want
her to grab my tits as hard as she can,
to make them scream and men laugh at my pain.
I want to be covered in her cumb on, my
skin dripping from every hole, because she knows my body
is hers and hers alone. I've never fucked anyone else,
and never will. She owns me completely. I wish she'd
forbid me from coming or even touching myself. I wish
she'd ordered me to send her filthy pictures on demand.
I wish she'd drive all the way to fuck me,
and fuck me so hard I couldn't walk for a month.
My cervix is already bruised from the fucking myself raw
while imagining her destroying me in my darkest fantasy, I
tell her how much it hurts, and she just keeps going,
using me like her personal cum dumpster. Was that a
single fuck given about how I feel? I want everyone
to know I'm her filthy slut. I want her to
walk in on me I'm public leish, or invite her
friends over just to kick them out early so she
can bend me over and use me right there. She
could do anything to me and I'd come from it.
She'd once threatened to piss inside my pussy, and I
know had no idea how badly it turned me on.
I want it so fucking much. God, I need her touch.
She could just brush a finger across my cheek and
I'd probably come on the spot. Signed a desperate owned comslot.
I mean even I you know, it's not the best idea,
but we do play, as we call it long distance.
It's not as good as the real thing they ever
will be. But yeah, there's something about controlling the remote though,
and him are trolling mine though I can't find the charger,
so it's been a long time since we've done that.
I'm in trouble for that one here, by the way,
that's for my author. How long did you think you
could keep edging yourself like this before you break and
beck her for something extreme over the phone? Have you
told her any of these darker fantasies yet? And listeners,
what is the roughest ignore my bagging scene you've ever
lived out or craved? Would you let your partner mark
you up and use you publicly if you knew that
you were truly owned? When I get really really horned up,
I am a naughty girl at times. The charging thing,
I'm very naughty. I am horribly naughty about that. I'll
admit that, like, hands down, all my toys should be wired,
just saying. But when I get really, like really keyed
up and I'm finally with them, I do like to
bite just a bit. I have a bite like not
like the dick, though I do like running my teeth
over the head. That is something I like. There's something
about it makes me all warm and fuzzy and very
horned up even more, you know, just enough, not just enough,
like where you feel the texture of the ridges on
the teeth, like let's take a hunk out of it.
And I know all you guys just described your cotch
and I'm sorry, mister bean, but welcome back with Bean.
I missed you. But the whole biting, Oh, I don't
know what it is. I guess it kind of takes
the pressure and eases me a little bit, kind of
like I don't know, Mars, am I in the ballpark
with you, Like I understand the scratching or singing my
nails in and I try not to do that either,
But to me, it just alleviates a little bit of
the pressure that I need to fuck and fuck now
where are we? Girl? No, you don't bite it, mister bean.
You it's like when you go suck and you know,
and they come back off of it. Mars, you open
your jaw loosely where the cock is just in your mouth,
but your teeth are It's like your lips are actually
holding it with your so your teeth is not but
you drag it up along the vein so they're getting
a little bit of the texture. You're not gonna like
chomp down on like a piece of fucking meat. The
anticipation exciting and enjoy that and when you actually get
to it is crazy. It is very crazy, I agree,
But so yeah, it if it's done correctly, it can
drive a guy wild. But it has to be done
correctly so because it's, from what I understand, is a
very sensitive instrument. Dear Nikki, I've been seeing this guy,
Brian for the past couple of months, where total opposites.
He's corny, devout Catholic who wants kids someday, and I'm
allowed atheist with no fallopian tubes. Yet somehow we click
like crazy. We debate everything, question each other's beliefs, and
actually enjoy it. Thankfully, his traditional side doesn't reach the bedroom.
Our first date, he carried me to the car in
an empty parking lot, penned me against it, fingered me
until I came all over his hand. You're gonna go
home and rub your clint thinking about me, he growled
in my ear. That's when I saw the look, the
sweet nerd with the horned rimmed glasses and those pretty
blue green eyes suddenly turned into mister Hyde like he
wants to devour me alive. And yes. I went straight
home and rubbed my clit thinking about him. We both
knew this was never going to be forever, so we're
just having as much filthy fun as we can before
it ends. One stressed out week, I text him my
horny thoughts instead of working, when you think about lingerie,
anything you'd like to see me in his surprise, his
reply surprised the hell out of me. I'd love to
see you in a schoolgirl outit okay, mister Catholic nerd,
He explained, it would make me look innocent while the
short skirt showed off my fat ass and legs. I
was soaked at my desk that Friday. I left work early,
shaved everything, put my hair and braids, and dug out
my old Christian high school plaid, pleated skirt, no pennies.
I wore it under a Maxi skirt and met him
at my apartment. He was already half hard just seeing
me in the braids. On the way up the stairs,
he slid a hand under my skirt and rubbed my
bare dripping pursy always wept for me. He breathed, is
obsessed with howl soaked I was getting for him. Inside,
I stripped off the maxi and top, leaving just the
tiny plaid skirt and blimsy floral braulette that barely covered anything.
He looked me up and down and said, holy shit.
Then kiss me hard, pressed my body against his made
me feel how stiff his cock was. I dropped to
my knees in front of the full length mirror, braid's
short skirt innocent face, and sucked his cock while we
both watched. You like sucking my cock? He asked, in
full hide mode. I love sucking your cock, Daddy, I answered,
looking up anne with big eyes. He threw me on
the bed, kissed me all over, lingering extra on the
little scar my breast, telling me my tits are perfect,
then fucked me deep with my legs over his shoulders.
I kept calling him daddy and asked if I was
his good girl. When I got close, I begged him
to let me grab my plug so I could come
hit with it in it. Instead, he pushed me back down,
yanked me to the edge of the bed, flipped my
skirt up and ate my pussy like a starring man.
His face buried, licking and sucking until I came home
all over his mouth. He came up grinning, absolutely drenched.
I bent over the bed, lued my ass and worked
the plug in while he watched and told me how
fucking sexy I was. Then he shoved his thick cock
into my pussy and I felt so perfectly stuffed. He
fucked me hard from behind, skirt still on plug in
my ass while I screamed into the sheets and came
again like I was sobbing. Right after, he pulled out
and told me to get on my knees so I
could come on my face. I licked and rubbed his
cock all over me as he painted me with warm spurts.
The best part I wore the same plaid skirt in
Christian high school and got caught making out with a boyfriend.
The pastor prayed over me to cast out the demonons
of fornication jokes on him, signed braided Catholic schoolgirl slut eh,
oh gosh, I'm catching up a chat. Oh my gosh,
A little okay. Sometimes I only do it like every
once in a while the little teeth on the tip.
Sometimes not all the time, he said my voice, what
you said, my nice wet percy. I probably my eyes
get crossed sometimes. Maybe we should call my pussy my persey. Maybe.
So I'm glad she put that at the end the
pastor thing, because here I am the whole time thinking, Vica,
you know I've been a very bad girl, Vicar, I've
said that a time or two two with that accent. Yeah.
So has Brian seen the look in your eyes when
you're being a filthy little slut? Or do you keep
that side more hidden? What's the wildest daddy scene you
still want to play out before this expires? And I
do have to say, there's nothing like a gink the
I always you know, I kind of hung out with
them anyway, so I always knew how kinky they were,
not with me directly, but still, I mean I would
always hear their sexcapades, or at least the ones they
dreamed up untild on Monday morning. But never overlook the
quiet ones, the shy ones, the ones that are extremely smart,
those tend to be able to do a lot more
than what they claim to be. And listeners, who else
has fucked a total opposite and had mind blowing sex
because of it. Have you ever had role played something
that hit your trauma buttons in the hottest possible way.
Drop your confessions below. I can't wait to read every
one of them, even with a wet percy. Dear Nikki,
I've been completely infatuated with this girl, let's call her Lila,
since the first time I saw her in elementary school.
She's two years older than me, so we went to
the same schools from the third grade all the way
through high school, but we barely ever spoke. She was
my always ultimate crush. This past summer, I showed up
to our high school alumni soccer game as a former
captain who had just finished sophomore year of college. I
was pumped to play, but I never expected her to
be there. Lilah had captained the girls team back in
the day and had just graduated college. The coach invited
her to play with us because not enough alumni showed up. God,
trying to describe her beuni feels impossible. She's half Irish,
half Jamaican, golden tan skin, gorgeous curly orange brown hair,
dark brown eyes that pull you in the kind of
dimples that make your knees week when she smiles. She
had her hair in braids for the game, and I
could barely keep my eyes off of her the entire time.
After the game, I started walking toward the train station.
She was a little ahead of me. We lived close,
same neighborhood, same schools. Out of nowhere. She glanced back
and jokingly asked if I was going to follow her
all the way home? Is that an invitation? I shot back.
Those dimples flashed, and we ended up walking together, talking
the whole way. My heart was pounding the entire time.
I was so nervous talking to the girl I dreamed
about over a decade. We chatted about soccer, the game,
her upcoming move to California for work. When we reached
her house, I couldn't hold any more. I told her
I had a massive crush on her for years and
apologized for being awkward. Then I asked if she wanted
to hang out sometime. She smiled and said I was sweet,
and agreed to let me take her out, even though
she warned it couldn't turn into anything serious because she
was leaving soon. The night, I floated over to her
house when she opened the door. I almost lost my mind.
She wore a tight white dress, the hucked her body
and stopped high on her thighs, showing off those toned
soccer legs, light pink heels, white painted nails, and glossy
pink clips. She looked like pure sin. The date was amazing,
great conversation, dinner, ice cream, But the real night started
when we got back to her place. She didn't want
to say goodbye yet, so we slipped behind her house
into the shared parking area and sat on a low
brick divider. The tension was electric. I was dying to
kiss her, but too nervous, until she suddenly grabbed my shirt,
pulled me in, and kissed me like she'd been waiting
for it too. It turned primal instantly. Years of fantasizing
exploded when we made out, dry humping like teenagers. She
unzipped my pants and whispered, fuck me. I asked about
a condom, but she said she was on birth control.
So I pushed inside her raw right there in the
parking lot and started pounding her tight pussy. Lila had
one hand gripping the back of my neck, the other
rubbing her clit furiously. She was moaning into my mouth,
legs wrapped around me, those pink heels diging into my
lower back, her nails scratching my neck. As she got closer.
I told her, watching her come, she was going to
make me lose it. She demanded I go faster. The
sound of my balls slapping against her echoed in the night.
When I groaned that I was about to come, she
whispered right in my ear, give this sprat all your come, Daddy.
That pushed me over the edge. I buried myself deep
and started pumping rope after rope insider. Feeling her pussy
clinch and milk me while she came at the same
time was almost the most intense thing I'd ever felt.
After we caught our breath, she stood up, smoothed her
dress down, and joked about what a huge load that was.
We kissed good night, and I walked home on cloud nine.
The Luckiest Guy Alive signed The Girl cream Pie Addict. Okay,
I got some questions here. Did you ever tell her
how long it's actually been crushing on her? I mean,
did you give a hint? And or did you keep
those years and years and years hidden? And have you
stayed in touch since she moved to California, or did
you guys do anything more before she went to California?
Was there more to the story. I'm hoping this wasn't
just a one time daying. I'm kind of hoping that
this happened many, many, many many times. And for anybody
that's like and live in the chat, who else has
finally fucked their longtime crush and had it even hotter
than the fantasy? Would you go raw like that on
the first date? If she begged for it or if
he begged for it? Dropped your answers below. You can
always email them to me at Nikki and Ikky at
dearniggi dot com, anonymously through the website at dearniggi dot
com under the confession stab, and over on Discord. You
can join us live Monday through Saturday eight pm Central
Standard Time. We are waiting to meet you, Dear Nikki.
One summer after coming back from college, I ended up
in the hottestling with my longtime best friend Tyler. He
was skinny, shy, and super inexperienced, which made teasing him
ridiculously easy and so much fun. One of my favorite
memories from that summer. Was the day I wore a
remote controlled vibrator to the mall and let him get
his payback. He ended with me getting fucked hard over
the bathroom sink. It was a Saturday and we were
meeting his friends at the mall for a movie. We
stopped at a sack shop for loub first and couldn't
resist messing with him, rubbing my ass against him, pretending
I was going to try skimpy lingerie, playing with the
whips and paddles. Then I spotted his fancy phone controlled
vibrator that goes inside and presses right on your clit.
I talked him into splitting it with me, and we
headed into the mall. I am of average height, with
shoulder length brown hair, perky tits, and a nice tight ass.
For as skinny as I am, I waited until we
were in the parking lot, pulled down my panties, rubbed
my clit until I was wet, and slid the toy
inside me. Tyler downloaded the app and turned it on,
and I I dearly folded in half from how intense
it was. I pulled my panties back up and we
went inside. Anyway, he started playing with it immediately on
the escalator, I moaned right next to some random hot
dad in the food court. It hit me so hard
I had to squeeze my legs together in whimper. When
we met his three friends, one of them hugged me
right as Tyler cranked it to the full blast. I
gripped him tight, my nipples poking through my dress, face
burning red. They had no idea yet. I tried to
order food, but only could barely speak through the moons.
Tyler kept edging me in front of everyone while acting
totally innocent. By the time I sat down to eat,
I was soaked. I kept having to spread my legs
under the table, thigh shaking, trying not to come in
front of his friends. When I finally stood up, there
was a huge wet spot on my seat. In my
pain any swet wrench. I got brave and told Tyler
his friends might want to turn with this new toy.
He got this jealous flash in his eyes, but let
them control it one by one while I stood there trembling,
making eye contact. It was way hotter and more intimate
than I expected. I was so close to coming I
had to run into Victoria's secrete they made me ask
an employee for help. While the vibe was destroying me.
I flashed the boys my soaked Whiteley's panties and they
finally eased up a little. On the escalator to the theater,
Tyler turned it up again while a group of college
guys stood right behind me. I bent over, shaking, giving
them a full upskirt view of my dripping pussy and toy.
A drip actually ran down my leg. I was losing
my mind. I texted Tyler to meet me in the
family bathroom the second the door locked, pounced on him,
made him drop to his knees and eat my soap
pussy until I couldn't take it anymore. Then I bent
over the seat, told him to fuck me, and he
slammed into me so deep it hurt. The best way
I kept taunting him is that all you got fuck
me harder. Eused me until my legs gave out and
I came so hard I was shaking and whimpering over
the sink. I dropped to my kniece, still dripping, shoved
the toy in his mouth, and sucked him off until
he begged. Then I let him paint my face and
tits with his cumb while I looked him right in
the eyes. We made out with his cumbs still on
my lips, cleaned up, and casually walked back into the
movie like nothing happened. His friends definitely knew. I kept
that toy for a long time. Nothing ever quite matched
the thrill of the first public day signed the remote
controlled moslet. I have one, like I said, for me,
it's not that. Maybe it's the brand. I don't know,
but I'm always afraid it's gonna fall out of me,
so I've never worn it in public. Come kisses, Come
kisses are nice, I like, come kisses, Mars, do you
have one? But I mean people always ride off the
remote control vibrators, and I always am a fan of
them because they are very more intimate than what you
can explain. It's one of those you would just have
to try it. It's a different type of intimacy. Yes,
I get too wet for them. I literally get too wet.
I'm telling you, like, it's one of those. I cannot
walk with them insigning because I get so at they
slip out. Panties don't help. So there you go, or
at least with the one I have. You have a couple.
I have a microphone, I wrote, I've heard the rose sucks.
I have the couple, but they're not remote drol dang it.
We're gonna have to get Beatty to do it in
public then, because I'm out because it'll fall out of me.
You're out because he'll go crazy. So we're gonna have
to ask Patty next. When we's here, I'm gonna tell
her she's up, and then we'll have to ask her
about our pantiless state from the other night. Okay, listeners
who else let their partner or friend control a vibe
in public and ended up getting fucked somewhere risky because
of it? Not me? Would you let your partner's friends
take turns for controlling it? Or is that going too far?
Don't forget to drop your answers below, and if you
want to send it to me, all the links are
in the show notes. I've heard of those. I have
not tried the magnetic ones yet, so I'll have to
get back on that with you. So, yeah, mine's the Lush.
I have the Lush too, which is the play I've
lost that goes to it Okay, and it sits inside you,
so to me, it looks like a big pink sperm.
I don't know how to explain it about that, and
it's just on off. I think it's been so long
since I've played with it because I've lost the plug
to charge it. It's bad. It comes to be in
chargers and my sex toys forget it. You would think
I'd be on top of things, but no, dear Nikki.
I've always loved a good massage, especially the reflexology and
the aroma ones that I used to get in Tokyo.
Normally I picked a female masseuse to avoid any awkwardness,
but deep down I had this dirty fantasy of a
professional massage slowly turning into something much hotter. Since I
knew full service places existed, I started searching for private
sensual monsieurs instead. I found a guy mid thirties with
great reviews who seemed clean and trustworthy. We emailed back
and forth. I filled out his questionnaire, including checking yes
to him using his mouth and tongue, and booked a session.
He didn't have his own studio, so I got us
a nice high end hotel room on the twenty second floor.
I showered, wrapped myself in a towel, and nervously waited
for his knock. He was polite and professional. When he arrived.
He prepared a luxurious aroma bath with oils and flower petals.
Searched for me first. When I came out in just
a towel, the room was dimly lit, the soft spa
music playing. He laid out plush towels on the bed
and started with me facing down. His hands were incredible,
long smooth strokes up my back, then down my legs
and feet. When he got to my ass and thighs,
I was already tingling in ways I didn't expect. I
never knew how much I loved having my butt massage
like that. He had flipped me over, covered my torso
with the towel at first, then slowly rolled it down
to expose my bress. He massaged them in slow, sensual circles,
teasing around my nipples until they were rock hard. No
wonder your shoulders are so tense with large breasts like yours,
he said. He straddled me and spent a long time
kneading and playing with them, lightly pinching and rubbing my
sensitive nipples until I was squirming and soaked. He worked
his way down my body, teasing my inner thighs, then
finally spread my legs and started rubbing my pussy. He
tugged gently at my lips, ran his fingers along my slit,
then lowered his mouth to me. His tongue felt amazing,
licking my lips, circling my clip, sucking and flicking until
I was trembling. I came a little, but got too
sensitive and asked him to stop. That's when I noticed
how hard he was in his shorts. I shyly asked
if he'd put just the tip of his cock inside me.
To my surprise, he agreed. He pulled on a condom,
rubbed his thick head against my wetness, and slowly pushed
in the tip. It felt so good I ended up
begging him to go all the way. He flucked me deep,
hitting my cervix, switching positions, pounding me until we were
both needed a water break. Then he asked if I
had ever had sex against the window. He bit me
over the tall glass with the city skyline sparkling below,
and flucked me hard from behind. It was thrilling, but
got uncomfortable, so we moved back to the bed. He
titty fucked me while I licked his tip every time
it came close to my mouth, then slid back in
stie my pussy and came deep after a few strong thrust.
There was a little blood on the sheets afterward. He'd
gone pretty hard, but he was sweet about it, apologized,
washed me gently in the shower. He even felt bad
for charging me, but I still left him a glowing
review signed a high rise hotel. Fuckdal Mars, we need
to find this. I'm just saying, we sow look at
captain here here the British thanking you for that. By
the way, Mars, we need to sign up for this,
we do. Matter of fact, were you the one that
wrote this in I think it was maybe it signed Mars.
I need this for Mother's Day. I'm gonna have to
look into this. And but you guys know, or Betty,
since she's not here, we'll throw better Betty out there
or too. I've got a question for my hotel, fucked doll.
Did you ever book him again after that first and
ten session? I know I would. It may not have
been like every month, depending how expensive he was, but
I definitely sure as hell would have booked him again.
And was the sort of the one time thing. Have
you ever had another central massage that went this far?
Or was this the wildness? And listeners, especially Mars, who
else has turned a professional massage into a full, full
on sex. Would you let your monsieur use his mouth
on you during a normal session or go all the
way with penetration if a fibe was right? Uh yeah
so uh m hmm, if you can get me in
the right places, yeah, sign me up like like double
ink like tattoo it there. Oh, mister bean, good for you. Oh.
I think that should be a requirement, like if you're
gonna seriously start dating someone, a essential massage, like with
very happy endings on both parties, just saying it really is.
I mean, even just when you go get a regular massage,
you don't realize how much your body responds. And I
mean I mean I don't know. I sometimes always fall
asleep during a regular massage, but I yeah, with the
right technique, Yeah, count me in, dear Niki. Last night
I hooked up with a married couple at a hotel
where I'm staying for work and accidentally started a fight
between them. I'm thirty seven here on a business trip.
I first saw them at the fitness center, then ran
into them again at the pool bar. We started chatting
and hit it off right away. They were both in
their early forties and the life was very flirty from
the start, especially once the drink started flowing. Eventually, they
opened up about their swinging lifestyle and asked if I've
ever done it. I admitted I was curious, but never
had the chance. A few more rounds later, the wife
was already touching my arm, my thigh, giving me that
hungry look, and they invited me back to their room.
Things escalated fast. We had a couple more drinks than
She started making out with the both of us, touching
us over our clothes. Before long, we were all in bed.
She took turns riding and sucking us, switching back and
forth while moaning like crazy. At one point she climbed
on top of me, sank down on my cock, and
started grinding hard. A few minutes later she came hard, shaking,
squeezing around me while she rode. That's when everything went sideways.
Her husband suddenly got pissed. Apparently she never comes when
she rides him in. Seeing her lose it on me
set him off. They started yelling at each other right
there on the bed while I was still inside her.
I pulled out, quickly, changed the condom, and tried to
play it cool, but the fight kept getting louder. I
grabbed my clothes, mumbled something about giving them space, and
basically ran back to my room. The sex itself was
really good while it lasted, but damn nothing kills the
mood like a couple fighting mid threesome. Uh signed home,
tell rou homewrecker. Ugh. I mean this could have been
turned into such a good teaching moment of you know something.
I mean, I'm been like, well, oh what, I need
to put my hips on a thirteen degree level instead
of a straight flat got it? That's what makes my
girl come you know something? And maybe she just needs
a threesome with a stranger. I have no idea anybody
ever shared and so had somebody get jealous here? And
if it's in our fantasy, still are we worried that
it's going to creep in and possibly get jealous? Do
we get jealous at the thought of our partner being
with somebody else? I kind of do with certain women,
not all, just certain the ones that you can always
tell and Mars, you know what I'm talking about the
ones you can tell that are would move in on
the territory. Your girlfriend likes to know of the details
of the play dates. Yeah. Yeah, Like there's this one
I have off limits and he's not interested anyway, So
I'm like, nope, she's off limits because I'm friendly with her,
but I don't trust her. If that makes sense. Hang on,
I think I've just lost my spot yep in this
fun it disappeared on me, not how to pull it up,
and I'm like, oh, no, where to go? Oh we
didn't get the bar all right? Found it? Dear Nikki.
Last week, I woke up in the middle of the
night and got out of bed to turn off the TV.
Before I reached the living room, I heard it, solid rhythmic,
loud slapping sounds. My body reacted before my brain did.
I was already sexually frustrated from my deadbeat husband, so
instead of going back to bed, I quietly crept to
the corner and peeked around. There he was, my husband's son,
sitting on the edge of the chair in just his
T shirt, underwear, cock and balls pulled out through the fly.
He was stroking the longest, thickest, most beautiful erection I've
seen in real life. One hand pumped that massive shaft
while the other squeezed and rubbed his heavy balls. His
head tilted back, breathing, getting faster and rougher, until he
started stroking furiously. Then he gasped, tensed up, and exploded,
shooting thick jets have come across rope after a rope,
completely lost in pleasure, I stood there, frozen lips and
tug aching, tasting him, my pussy soaking lit, my clit
throbbing so hard it hurt. I finally stepped out of it,
snuck back to bed, and lay there next to my
useless husband while fingering myself thinking about fucking his son.
A full week later, and I'm still not over it.
That emma just burned into my brain. I keep replaying
how hard he came, how huge he looked, and how
badly I want to drop to my knees and work
that fat cock myself. I've been sleeping lighter, listening for
the TV on late at night, and dressing sluttier around
the house, hoping he'll notice. I know I should feel guilty,
but I don't. I just feel hungry. Stepson cock addict, Oh, oh, dear, oh,
dear me. Hmm, okay, As I always say, I have
no problem with this because if they're both consending adults,
it's done on mine none of my business. As long
as it's consensual on everybody's part, that's all I'm gonna say. However,
have we ever caught someone maybe we shouldn't have or
overheard them masturbating and didn't leave us wanting No, I've
never been in that position, and I don't even my
mind doesn't even go to one that I would want
to catch like that. I think it'd have to be
something like you would catch somebody that is not on
your radar kind of thing. So, by the way, tonight's
shows really long, I'm just gonna throw that out right now.
I don't know how many it's like, it's really long.
So Mars, I know you go to bed early, you
may not get to hear the tuck in, or at
least just barely part of it. Dear Nikki, I can't
stop thinking about it. My step mom tits are better
than my girl friends. My girl friend has a nice
body and I love her, but every time my step
mom walks round the house and one of those tank
tight taint tops or little thin robes. I lose my
fucking mind. Her tits are bigger, fuller, heavier looking, with
that perfect soft bounce when she moves. They sit so
high and round, even though she's older. I catch myself
staring at her cleavage when she bends over, or when
she reaches up for something in the kitchen though, where
they strain against her shirt, The outline of her nipples
when she's not wearing a bra. It's insane. I've jerked
off thinking about them more times than I can count, madging,
bearing my face between them, sucking on her nipples while
she moans, sliding my cock between those soft, warm pillows,
and titty fucking her until I cover her neck in
would come. Sometimes I even picture catching me staring slowly,
pulling her top down, giving me a full view, and
sparking like she knows exactly what she's done to me.
My girlfriend's tits are cute, but they don't compare, not
even close. Every time I'm tucking my girlfriend, I close
my eyes and picture my stepmom AND's dad. I feel
guilty as hell, but that just makes me harder. Signed
stepmom tit obsessed. I'm gonna go because I don't see
what you guys are topic when I'm reading, but I'm
wondering if you're typing of what I'm thinking. No, okay,
So I was gonna say, is this the dude that
was stroking from the other stepmom? You know because she
caught you? So was this story him stroking off to
her and her catching him and him not knowing. I'm
gonna have to ask Darcy because he does not say
anything about it. It's just kind of convenient that he
put him back to back. I know, right, I think
it's even awesome. You know, if this is and they
don't know, and they both wrote in this would be awesome.
So now it doesn't reveal anything. Okay again, with the
same questions that he wrote down, who else is secretly
obsessed with a step anything? You know, mom, sister, brother, father,
or other forbidden relatives body part that's hotter than their
actual partners. How far has the fantasy gone for you?
Not very far? And I don't have anybody because that's
why I didn't go very far. It is a turn on.
I think sometimes it's a turn on just because it
is forbidden, but like you shouldn't be. But do you
want to or I mean, it's like, as a woman,
I'm not into every woman, but I can admit when
I see in a tract of woman, you know, I
can do that very confidently and say, wow her tractive,
she's great tits, or wow her tits don't look so fake,
you know. Yeah, dear Nikki, I've started leaving the bathroom
window open wide every time I shower on purpose. My
apartment faces the building right next door. There's this insanely
hot neighbor early thirties, tall, muscular, always shirtless on his
balcony in the evenings. I catch him looking toward my
side of the building sometimes and it's been driving me crazy.
So now I make sure the lights are on, the
blinds are pulled all the way up, and the window
is open as far as it will go. While I shower,
the steam rolls out, the water runs down my body,
and I take my time soaping my tits, slowly, running
my hands over my ass, bending over to shave my
legs so he gets a full view if he's watching,
I get so turned on knowing he might be there.
My nubbles git rock hard. The second I step under
the water. My pussy is already wet before I even
touch it. Sometimes I face the window directly, squeezing my
breast together, letting the water cascade over them while I
imagine him staring. Other Times I bend over, facing away,
spreading my legs a little so he can see everything
if he's looking. I've caught myself moaning softly when I
finger my clip in the shower, hoping the sound carries.
I don't know if he's actually seen me yet, but
the possibility alone makes me dripping wet. Part of me
fantasizes about him jerking off while he watches, or even
texting me later, or one day just showing up my
door because he couldn't take it any more. The risk
of getting caught, of being watched like this has me hooked.
My showers have never been longer or filthier. Signed the
window exhibition as slut. There's lots of sluts tonight. I
don't know if anybody's noticed. Okay, so I kind of
have a store here. When I had this apartment on
the second floor and across the way the sky would
come out and have morning coffee. Well, the mornings I
was off at my job, or when I had the
other than the evening shift. I would start to do
yoga in the living room and I would wear this
like bright red onesie, very low cut, and I would
hike those tits up as high as they would go,
and I would hope that he would catch There's one
time I did catch him, but then I realized the
sun like you couldn't see in my window. Later. I
was kind of bummed by that because this was the
morning just right where you couldn't see in. Yeah, you
free balled in front of your dog. Groomer. Oh yeah,
she'd been down to pet my dog looked up drickling. Yep.
I've had a guy do that where I would go
walking and he would love to sit on the bench
or whatever and read sometimes, and he started wearing these
shorts look like you, and free balling it. So when
I come back by, his legs was just right and
I can see just right up. I'm like, really, okay,
sure that works. I keep walking by. I'm telling you,
stuff like that just doesn't do it for me. I
don't mean to be bitchy, but it just doesn't. Try
arder guys, try arder listeners. Who else gets off on
the idea of being watched or has actually been watched
in risky spots like this, what's the hottest? I hope
they see me moment that you've ever had. Drop your
confessions to me below in the chat, or you can
always email them to me at Nikki and ikk why
at dear Nikki dot com, anonymously through the website at
dierniki dot com under the confessions tab, or join us
over on our discord. We have shows Monday through Saturday
eight p m. Central Standard Time. Dear Nikki, my wife
had sex with more than more men than total number
of times we fucked in our entire marriage. We've been
married for years and our sex life has always been
pretty sparse, maybe a handful of times a year if
I'm lucky, and even then it's usually quick and routine.
But her past and maybe her present, is a complete opposite.
She was wild before we met, and after doing the
math one night while she was out, it hit me hard.
The number of guys she slept with is higher than
every single time she's spread her legs for me combined.
I know the exact number because she was honest about
her body count early on. At first, it turned me
on hearing about her slutty adventures. Now it makes me
ache every time I jerk off. I think about all
those different cocks that have been buried inside her, guys
who got her wetter, fucked her harder, and made her
come more times in one night than I have in years.
She's been passed around, cream pied, used, and worshiped by
more men than her own husband. It's humiliating, and it
makes me harder than anything else in my life. I
love her, but part of me wonders if she's still
getting it somewhere else while I'm bury barely getting it
at all. Signed pathetic body count cock. I don't know.
Do we think she's getting somewhere else? Ah, I don't know. Well,
it makes me sad for him, but I think there's
a glimmer of hope. It sounds like he kind of
wants to be involved if she is in into that wrong.
I mean, he's acknowledging he knew about her body count
and it's okay, okay with it, and it could be
medically while they or not. You know, it could be
and we don't know. There's not a lot of details
to make a final decision here, So I'm gonna say
talk to her about it. I mean, obviously, you know, communication, communication, communication,
like we said, But I think if she is, this
could open up something for them because maybe he maybe
he's not as sexually adventurous as she is, Maybe he
can't get maybe he's in that time of phrase where
it's a little bit harder for him to get aroused.
He could be doing the math and digging at him
a bit, you know. And I'm wondering how long they've
been married, because if it had been married more than
four times, if he's been married more than five years,
and say they're doing it like every quarter, so that's
four times a year, right, So that's twenty times they've
had sex. Let's say. So are we saying that she's
had more than twenty men or are we saying she's
had more than eight presumably than two years, if we're
doing the math, or is it longer than that. I
don't know. And I know if she's if we're assuming
you're trying to figure out she's trying to have sex
with somebody else, if she's of age, she may be
losing I mean, because we go through that, I'm not
going through that at this stage. I'm blessed, but some
women do so I would say, find a way to
connect her with her and ask, because you know, I
don't know really how to answer this one besides reach
out and ask. You know, I honestly think maybe I
think he's kind of getting turned on about the body
count a little bit, and if so, there's nothing wrong
with that. They can celebrate it together and explore it.
Dear Nikki, no one knows this, and it feels dangerous
even telling you here, but real life really is stranger
than fiction. I've been having a full blown affair with Spencer,
an old university friend from the late nineties. We never
hooked up back then, but a reunion twenty years later
everything changed. I just separated from my marriage. When I
heard I was single, his eyes lit up. My eyes
widen when I met his wife for the first time.
She looks almost exactly like me. He married my toppelganger
in early twenty twenty five. After years of secret hotel
meet ups, some scarcely close to his home in Stanford,
including one time in his actual house while she was away,
we finally made it official over the phone. Are we
having an affair? Then? He asked, I thought we already
were I laughed, yes, but this is an official declaration.
The tension between us was electric. He once told me
I love you then, and I love you now, and
I'll love you until the day I die. He even
married my stand in to prove it. This past autumn,
we finally saw each other again. We met at a
pub near Victoria, drank a glass of wine. After a
glass of wine, then moved to another beautiful old Sam Smith's.
The chemistry was overwhelming. I booked us a hotel. At
the hotel, the second the lift doors closed, he kissed
me like he'd been starving for me. His mouth feels
like homeb On our bed, we stripped, kissed, talk, and
drank more wine. His body is strong and muscular. His
beautiful thick cock was rock hard for me. When he
finally pushed inside, the stretch was intense. He's so grothy
at the base it hurt in the most exquisite way.
We fucked in every position we could manage, switching. When
the angle got too much, he dropped to his knees
at the foot of the bed, buried his face between
my legs, and licked my pussy like it was candy floss.
Sucking my clit, pulling my hair through his lips, not
caring that I hadn't shaved. I came on his tongue,
back arched, gripping his shoulders. Later, he took me from
behind on all floors, hands tied on my hips, pounding deep.
Then he flipped me over, slid back inside, and fucked
me until he filled me with his hot comb. After
he came back from the bathroom, I was still lying
their naked lakes, spread and waiting. He tried to look away,
fighting the guilt, but I told him straight, come fuck
me again. My mouth is time. He stood over me,
pumping his thick, pink cock between my lips while I
rubbed my c lit. He made me keep my eyes
open so he could see stare straight into them as
he used my mouth. I came hard at the exact
moment he exploded down my throat, his warm, salty load,
pulling the back while my pussy clenched. I held him there,
swallowing every drop, shuddering with pleasure. You both know he
loves his wife, but when he's inside her, he imagine
it's me. I'm the original, the one he's never been
able to resist. This is my confession, A lifelong affair
with a man who married my lookalike because he couldn't
have me, and I wouldn't change it from a single
second of it. Signed Spencer's original comslut, good night, Mars,
thank you for being here. Tell her, I said, good night.
So I actually have a story. Okay, So I found
out years later and this is kind of like it.
Maybe that the guy I was dating hard like through
my early college years and stuff after we split, he married.
He didn't marry Mike. He married a woman's very similar
the way I look. But the thing is their daughter.
I think they're divorced now, but their daughter. If you
were to put my picture at that age with his
daughter's picture, exact image, and I kid you not, it's
very weird. So I know this was a little hard luck.
But that was a little little weird. But anyway, that's
my story kind of like this. So I think he
did kind of marry someone that looks like me, which
I think is kind of funny in the hot way.
But no, we're not having an a bear. So I
like this one. I'm with Captain on this. This was
hot finding out that you know someone that you had
a connection with so long ago ended up marrying your doubelganger,
your lookalike because he couldn't have you or she, you know,
in a long time affair with that married version of you. Listeners,
have you ever been the original that someone can't quit
even though they tried to replace you? Yeah? I have,
I have a two times I think that I know of,
and that's okay. But what about you drop your confessions below?
I would love to read and see if you're in
the same shoes. Dear Nikki, sex on the beach isn't
just a delicious dut cocktail. It's one of my favorite pastimes.
My husband Joe and I have done it several times
on the Mediterranean holidays, but this summer in Portugal gave
me a memory I'll never forget. We were staying in
our favorite little town for a week, eating every evening
at the same beistro, overlooking the perfect secluded clove. I've
been dressing extra vocatively all week, tiny dresses, no braw
just skimpy lacy thong. My pierced nimbles were clearly visible
through the fabric and drew plenty of eyes, especially from Miguel,
the attractive local man who denied alone. Every night happened
unto our own place. He couldn't stop staring at my tits,
and I loved it. By the last night, I was
obsessed with the idea of fucking on the beach. I
wore my sluttiest little dress with nothing underneath but the thong,
and made sure to sit where he could see everything.
We invited him to join us for wine. Joe gets
insanely turned on watching me flirt, and more so I
went for it, touching Miguel's arm, his leg, laughing, letting
the sexual tension build. While Miguel was at the bar
getting more drinks, I followed him. The chemistry was instant.
I told him straight, I want you to night. Oh
want you to fuck me on the beach. He kissed
me hard right there, his hands all over me. Joe
watched the whole thing with pure hunger in his eyes.
Miguel led me down the secret steps to the cove.
We barely made it to a hidden spot before he
dropped to his knees, pulled my thong off, and ate
my dripping pussy like a starving man. I came so
hard on his tongue I nearly collapsed. Then I finally
got my hands and mouth on his gorgeous, big thick cock.
I sucked him eagerly before pushing him down on his
jacket and riding him like crazy. He feeled me so
deep and came hard inside me, pumping me full of
his hot come while I orgasmed again and again. We
weren't done. Half way up the steps, he bent me
over and fucked me again, hard and fast, adding another
load that dripped down my thighs. When we got back
to the terrace, Joe was waiting with a massive grin
and an obvious bulge in his pain. He pulled me
to him, felt how soaked and creamy I was. Then
bent me over the table right there and fucked me
hard while Miguel watched. A moment later, Miguel stepped up
ped MEA's cock. I had both of them at once,
Joe pounding my cum pusse while I sucked migul until
they both exploded. Joe filled me with his load, and
Miguel painted my face and tits and rubbed their mix
come all over my body like the filthy wife I am.
It was the sluttiest, most satisfying night of the holiday,
and I can't wait for the next one. Your beach
comeslut wife. I like this. You know, Portugal is a
place I've always wanted to visit, So yeah, I could
see me doing this with the person I'm with, you know,
if they were into it watching me me flirty and
tasty with somebody else, especially something like this. This is
something I would do. This right here, This is something
I would do. That's so put that in your pipe
as you smoke it, however you want to. So for
my author, does Joe prefer watching you get fucked and
cream pied? Or does he enjoy or love joining in
the messy threesome finished just like this one? Have you
ever seen Miguel again on a return trip? Or is
that the perfect last night? A one time thing? And
listeners who else had a holiday sex with their local
while there partner watched or joined? What's the riskiest public
spot you've ever been fucked on vacation? Oh, Gray, ship out?
Well went out in public, but that's gonna be mine.
Dear Nikki. He always takes long, hot bath after our
brutal day of meetings, and yesterday was one of the
longest I knew he was exhausted, so I waited until
the perfect moment. I let myself into a suite with
the spare key card I had quietly taken earlier. The
bathroom door was ajar. I could hear the water lapping gently.
I kicked off my heels, walked straight in, still wearing
my tight black skirt and white blouse, and found him
sitting in the tub, naked, hard and clearly thinking about me.
He looked stunned and said nothing. I simply swung my
stocking legs over the side and lowered them into the water,
then slowly sank in across from him, fully clothed. The
water sug through my blouse, making it cling to my breasts,
turning the fabric almost see through. My feet slid up
his thighs until my toes were caressing a thick, throbbing cock.
The tension was unbearable. He grabbed me, pulled me, and
pulled me across the tub so of my black back
was against his chest, and kissed my neck while his
hands explored. One hand squeezed my breast through my wet blouse,
the other pushed under my skirt and into a soak.
Nickers two fingers slid deep inside me, and I came
hard within seconds, shaking in his arms. That flipped a switch.
I turned round, straddled him in the water, and stroked
his cock while grinding against him. But I wanted more.
I climbed out, dripping and walked to the shower. I
turned it on hot and stepped inside. The moment later
he followed under the cascading water. I dropped to my knees,
took him deep in my mouth, looked up into his
eyes the entire time. Then he lifted my leg, penned
me against the glass, and finally pushed inside me. He
fucked me slow and deep, staring into my eyes while
the water poured over us. I came again, clenching around him,
and he followed right after, pumping me full with a long,
shuddering groan. Afterward, I led him back to the bath,
stripped off my clinging wet clothes, and legainst his chest
in the warm water well. He held me close, signed
hotel bathtub seductress. You know, it doesn't really say if
they're married, So this is kind of hot. In my
head it was somebody new, and then the other part
of me was like this sounds like like a hotel housekeeper,
like a sexy one, like a very high end sexy one.
What are we thinking here? I love this though I
could see me doing that except for the whole stockings
in the water thing. For those who are still listening,
who else had a hot, risky hotel sex with the
colleague or boss after a long work day? What is
the sexiest I'm still fully dressed for now? A moment
you've ever experienced. Drop your own confessions below, and remember
I read every single one of them. But if you
don't want to d here, you can always send them
to Nikki and Ikky aunt dear Niki dot com anonymously
through the website aunt dear niki dot com under the
commercial stab, and again join us live over on Discord
Monday through Saturday, eight pm Central Standard Time. I'm waiting
for you. I think I need a minute in a
cold shower after this one. So let's wrap up the
episode in what we can learn from these stories from
the real life adventure. When deep trust and open communication
with your partner, you can safely explore your filthiest desires,
and it doesn't just spice up your sex life, it
can completely transform your marriage for the Rachel from nervous
bad girl for a little while to owning her greedy,
dripping slutside and David loving every second of it. The
lesson giving each other permission to be samelessly sexual can
bring you closer together than ever, so, whether you're planning
a resort trip or doing anything else, the takeaway is
the same. Own your desires, communicate like hell, and never
be afraid to be the greeny little slut you're always
meant to be. And finally, the answer to your riddle,
are we ready? Do we ready? I'll read it again
for everybody. I'm in you, and you're often in me.
If I surround you, you could die. What am I see?
If anybody guesses waiting? Besides black Beard, it's water. It's water. Bean?
Where are you? What are you in a date with Bean?
Mister Bean? You and mister Bean can go on a date.
Mister Bean. He has a whole big black book. So
you guys can go do your own thing. Me and
Mars will go do ours. Everybody, I'll be happy, and
I promise her we'll stay out of jail. I promise you. Besides,
one of us probably has tits they like, so we'll
just slash those if it doesn't work a double date
there you go, see for only got your date. You
have to go to Florida though, Well you'll have to
listen tomorrow on pageong as I restart the tuck In night, John,
well sleep, well, we'll talk to you tomorrow night. It's
time for your naughty tuck in. At least you didn't leave,
like in the middle of the good parts though right
the base thumb through the dimly underbelly of Corus, and
like living there, vibrating up my thighs and straight into
my core. As I stepped through the shielded entrance of
the May fourth Galactic Kink Party, Neon Halo's flickered across
the cavernous club, Ancient Jedi ruins twisting into lewd imitations,
stormed trooper helmets repurposed as glowing orbs that pulsed in
time with the music. The was thick with the scent
of spiced wine, sweat and raw arousal, and everywhere looked.
Aris collided in the most delicious ways, raced near the
bar in a Jedi robe that barely qualified it as
clothing anymore. The deep brown fabrics slashed down open in
the front of her to her nabel, the edges barely
skimming the smells of her breast. Oh wait, you were
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and thank you so much for writing along on this
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