Speaker 1: Hey there, my delicious naughty listeners. Oh you know, I
hate being away from our steamy lifetime together, but mother
Nature and this s body Internet are teeming up like
a mischievous threesome I didn't sign up for. Between the
potential tropic storm rolling in and the connection that's basically
ghosting me, I'm recording the shows hot and heavy so
I can get them scheduled and drop for you as
soon as humanly or should I say sinfully possible. This
blurdy little hiccup might last until I'm back home until
August seventeenth, So Discord is your absolute best spot for
all the latest updates, teases, and behind the scenes heat.
Keep these juicy confessions flooding in, babes, I'm obsessed with
every single one of them. Quick remind her if you
sent something in the in this past week. We're looking
at this September air date. Apparently y'all have been having
an awful amount of fun this summer, and I'm here
for it. I can't wait to dive in into all
your filthy summer stories and share them with everyone. Thank
you for sticking with me through this travel chaos. I'm
doing my absolute best to keep the spicy content coming
your way because you deserve it. Now, be good or
wonderfully bad for me while I'm away, and maybe save
up some extra naughty details for when I'm back. Yours
always with a wink and a moan. Nikki, Welcome to
Nikki after Dark, where your naughty's confessions come to life.
I'm your host, Nikki, and tonight we're exploring the thrill
of pushing boundaries, from delicious humiliation and risky office hookups
to sweet anniversary surrender and a balcony adventures. Get comfortable,
maybe lose a layer or two, and let my voice
rap around you while these stories rap around your mind.
Places here are some teasers, oh well you'll find in
today's show. Imagine being forced to grind your dripping bear
pussy on something so so degrading while your master watches
every humiliating second. The shame only makes you wetter, and
soon you're bagging for it. Picture and you're working late
in a quiet office when your flirty bumble match shows up.
No condum, no plan, just raw, risky funking on the
conference table while the security card is right outside that door.
And an anniversary night in a high rise Airbnb ropes,
blindfold toys, and multiple screaming orgasms while by getting fucked
hard on the balcony where anyone could theoretically see that,
and so so much more. Okay, we have tonight's question.
Anybody else absolutely sharing your wife or partner? I here
for so many of you who can't get enough of
watching your woman get fucked, especially in those delicious m
f M three sums where you get to sit back
and enjoy the show. What is it about sharing her
that turns you on the most? And for those of
you who love it but face challenges, how did you
navigate the difficulty finding the right person when your partner
is nervous about strangers or when it's tricky with friends.
Drop your experience advice in hottest sharing moments and fantasies
to Nikky and I k k y at dear Nikki
dot com or do Nikki dot com under our Confession's tab.
You can always join it in our discord channel. I
read every single one of em, and the other discord
members love hearing it too. Okay, you know what time
it is, right, Well, it's my favorite time. It's time
for our riddle and for those that are not live well,
because this isn't live. It's probably a bad one here.
It is what has two balls and screws you every night.
Think about it while you listen. I'll reveal the answer
at the very end of our show. You know what
time it is. It's time to sit back, relax. Let's
have a whiskey with some filthy cherries, of course, and
explore some erotic fantasies from people just like you and me.
Dear Nighy. This happened in one of my past relationships.
For context, you should know that my parents are extremely
conservative and restrictive. To give an example, they are against
me having a guy friends even a haful cool night
in Bangalore. I was over at my ex's place when
my parents decided to video call me. If I didn't
pick up, they'd get super suspicious and keep calling everyone
I know to many times. So I carefully chose to
sit on the edge of his bed with a plain
white wall behind me so my parents would think I
was still in my PG room. I put on fingers
to his lips, motioning him to be quiet as I
picked up the call. He understood. He started to gently
kiss and suckle my fingers that part wasn't hard for
me to maintain composure. What was hard was when the
prickle of his beard slowly found his way to my feet,
sucking my toes sentially as his warm, wet mouth crushed
me all over my legs. I was still talking over
the video call and gripping the phone with every ounce
of strength I had, making sure not to accidentally touch
the flip camera option. I couldn't scold him or even
address him, but I did give him a warning look
mixed with pure wanting that seemed to send him the
message over the video call. My parents asked me where
I was, and I casually said, still at PG was
catching up on some unfinished work. Unfinished work, huh, my
ex silently smirked me from between my thighs. He chose
that exact moment to slide under my skirt, getting surprised
and excited that I wasn't wearing any underwear like usual.
My breath caught sharply in my throat At the first hot,
wet glide of his tongue against my slick folds. I
bit my lips, then my tongue so hard it bled
a little. I didn't dare avert my eyes from my
phone screen as I gently pushed his head deeper into
me with a free hand. His fingers found my nipples
at the same time, rolling and pinching them deliciously while
his mouth devoured me. From then on, it became a
wicked game of testing my acting skills, while both of
us reveled in that scorching heat and the wild risk
we were taking. If my parents somehow found out, if
my phone found the camera pointed the wrong way, or
if I even let out the smallest moon slip, it
was over for both of us. My parents would have
ended up that night, but not before sending someone ahead.
The danger only edged us on, turning the excitement into
something molten and addictive. I marveled at myself for indulging
in the risk, but I also felt deliciously defiant. Beads
of sweats formed on my upper lip forehead with a
sheer effort of staged nonchalant. His tongue was initially slow
and gentle, teezing every sensitive inch of my dripping pussy,
but it was soon picked up pace. He licked, sucked,
and varied the pressure in the most tortuous way, keeping
me right on the edge my toes curled tightly around
his calves as I thought bore control. Then he was
eating me out like nothing in the world mattered more,
nothing tasted better than my aching, kneading cut waves. Ecstasy
started rolling through me, threatening to crash over something inside me,
clogged desperately to escape through my mouths and moans. When
his tongue pushed deep inside me, I had to disguise
a low, throaty moan that had escaped as a cough.
Knowing I was teetering on the edge in the biscus
risk of my life and the composure that was about
to shatter, and not being able to organically in the
conversation of her parents, I hit the in call button,
threw the phone aside, and quickly texted an excuse home.
Clutching the pillows in the bed sheet and whatever else
my fingers could find, I finally let out a deep, long,
shameless moment of pleasure, moved my hips in desperate rhythm
against his relentless tongue. He came up once between and
grinned cheekly and say you had unfinished work, huh. I
haked him up and kissed him deeply, our fingers trailing
over jawbones, ear lobes, and neck, before the kisses shifted
from mouths to cover every inch of exposed skin to
above the neck. After that, I gave him the best
fucking blowjob he'd ever deserved. Our sweat mingled, hot and slick,
and my hair tangled with his long hair, and he
had longer hair than me. Sharp exclamations escaped as hard
bites found their way across each other's bodies. Among heated
kisses and filthy dirty talk. We were everywhere on each other,
all at once, rocking the bed in a beautiful motion blur,
groaning like animals, and heat. The headboard of the bed
broke under his powerful grip. But do we care. No,
just made everything feel crazier and wilder. If ecstasy could
embody two people, it was us that night. The rest,
as they say, is blissful history. Signed your secret, little tease.
I love a good, risky, forbidden throw like this. Not
thing quite like the edge of getting caught and making
every touch, every lick, and every moment feel electric. The
way you stayed composed while your body was on fire.
You definitely were divinant here, especially from very strict parents.
We've all done something and got away with it, hopefully
maybe not from our parents at the time. Not that
I would do this or have done it. I never
did do anything like this. Actually, I was a pretty
good girl in the clean way, not dirty, though I
haven't known him a good girl that way too. So
for my author, how did that night change your things
in your relationship after? Have you ever taken another risk
quite like that one? And what was the hottest part
for you in hindsight, the danger or the way he
devoured you? And for my listeners, have you ever had
to stay quiet and composed during something incredibly naughty on
a call or a risky spot? Drop your confessions below
would say, chat here over on discord or remember you
can email me all my links or in my show notes.
Dear Nikki, this happened four years ago. One day I
was working late in my office and at that point
I was getting flirty with the guy I met on bumble.
When I told him I was working late alone in
a building, he asked if I wanted him to come over.
This had happened a couple times before too. This time
I also felt a little frisky and adventuress, so I
asked him to come. He reached my office in half
an hour. We started off a small talk and a
slight makeout session, but I immediately moved into a sitting
on his lap and things escalated quickly. We moved from
the main work area to the conference room. I work
in a small company, so we didn't have cameras inside
the office at that point, only in the corridors. The
conference room was dark. We didn't bother turning on the lights.
It was just very dimly lit from the moonlight or
stream lamp, I can't remember which. We took our clothes
off in a rush, continued to make out while I
was sitting on the couch. There was one in the
corner and he was kneeling. I think he was getting
ready to eat me out, but I surprised him by
grabbing his hard cock and rubbing it slowly against my
soaking wet pussy. There was this two second moment of
apprehension where he processed that he was actually happening and
that we were unprepared, no condoms. It was the first
time we were having sex with each other, and that
too and at my work place. And the next thing
I knew, he just pushed himself in raw. He flucked
me while I was spready gold on the sofa, my
legs wide open as his thick cocks stretched me and
filled me so perfectly. Then we moved to the conference
table where he fucked me deep from behind, his hips
slapping against my ass in the dim light. After that,
we moved back to the couch where I was riding
him so hard while he continued to and suck my nipples,
simply sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core. It
was heaven. There was a sudden rapping on the door.
He mainly went and hid under the table, while I
just threw on a tee and hid my naked bottom
behind the door as I opened it. It was a
security guard. He wanted to know when I was leaving,
since I was always working late and alone in the building,
he knew me. I don't know what he made of
the situation, my hair shoveled eyes squinting from the sudden
corridor light and the visible hickey on my neck, and
my very brief replies. Anyhow, as soon as I closed
the door and turned around, my bumble guy immediately grabbed
me and made me lie on the conference table, where
he devoured my pussy. I don't even come easily, so
he ate me out for a good long while until
I came hard, trembling under his tongue. Then he slid
back inside me again and pounded me until I was
leaking all over him, and he finally pulled out came
hot across my stomach. It was the wildest night of
my life. I don't know why, how, or if this
is just a coincidence, but my boss removed that couch
from there two days after that signed your Secret Office Adventurer.
Hope it's a coincidence. You know, I'd ever breeze that
place and that couch after before I left, just saying yeah,
I never would have sat there again, because if you've
done it, somebody else has probably done it. Right. Nothing
beats the rush of spontaneous, risky office sects, where the
thrill of getting caught makes every thrust fill ten times
more intense, or really anywhere that can be risky. Right.
The way he took control of by rubbing his bare
cock against your dripping pussy, and the way he couldn't
resist pushing in raw, pure heat and deliciousness is in
pulsive Possibly, I'd say yes, and for my author, did
the security guard's interruption turn you on even more or
was it pure panic in the moment? Have you ever
hooked up in another risky workplace spot sim said? And
for my listeners, have you ever had a spontaneous office
or public encounter that almost got caught? And would you
go rang like that the first time? If the chemistry
was this electric or does the danger make it harder
for you? Share your wildest we almost got busted stories
in our show notes below. Dear Nikki, Last year, my
girlfriend and I celebrated our first anniversary. We wanted to
make the day special and memorable, so we booked an
air and b B in a high rise building. We
planned our entire day and what we would be doing.
The moment we entered the room, we instantly closed the
door and started making out. We made out for a
full thirty minutes, our hands roaming hungrily, brush mingling, hot
and desperate. We had done sex earlier, but we wanted
to do something different this time. I tied her up
using rope so that she could not move and blindfolded
her eyes. Then I started kissing her everywhere, slow, lingering
kisses that trailed down her neck across her breasts, a
longer stomach and lower. I ate her out with long,
deep strokes of my tongue, savoring her sweet, dripping taste
while she squirmed helplessly against the ropes. I used a
vibrator on her, pressing it against her swollen clit so
she could come multiple times. Since she was blindfolded and
tied up, it was so much fun watching her. Every
time she came. I saw how her thighs shivered and
trembled uncontrollably, her whole body arching and straining as waves
of pleasure ripped through her. I teased her for forty
long minutes, edging her, building her up again and again
until she was moaning, shaking mess. Then we switched. I
was tied and blindfolded completely. At her mercy, she started
playing with me, giving me incredible blow job that felt
so good, her warm wet mouth sliding up and down
my throbbing cock, her tongue swirling around the head. She
tried to ride on me, sinking down slowly at first,
then riding harder and faster until I came. The orgasm
was so intense that I could feel it pulsing through
me for a full ten seconds, my whole body shaking
with pleasure. We felt so loved after that, wrapped each
other in each other's arms and hearts racing together. Later
that night, we even fucked on the balcony. Since it
was a high rise building and no one could see us.
We fucked literally for twenty to thirty minutes outside the
cool air, on our naked skin, the city lights and
sparkling far below. It was completely different experience, raw, freeing
and so fucking hot. Signed your secret Anniversary, wrote Bunny.
I guess she doesn't remember Hans Grubin. Huh, that's my fear.
Not only that, I mean I'm scared of heights anyway.
So Hans Grubin I think is his name? Right? Guys? Right?
I hope I'm right, even though I know he's passed away.
But yeah, that man, m any who's I The balcony
is a no for me, But I can see where
it'd be hot because it is on my bucket list.
I just don't think I can do it. So anniversary
sex that levels up with bondage, Blindfoid's toys, risky balcony
sex finale, Yes, please, I'd even try the balcony for
the sake of my anniversary. This is how you make
milestones unforgettable. I love the power exchange and the teasing
builds such an intense connection. What my question is, I
really hope you guys aren't just saving for milestone I
mean even just once a month. Let's kink it up, guys.
For my author, what was the most thrilling part for
you watching her tide and helpless or being the one
completely surrendered to her? Would you explore more intense bondage
or public risks the next time? And for my listeners,
have you ever celebrated a special occasion with bondage, blind
bolts or even outdoor sex? And what's the wildest way
you've made an anniversary or a milestone night extra memorable?
You know the gel oh? My links are in my
show notes. Dear Nikki, I woke up in the middle
of the night full of contentment. Tonight had been such
a great event, with an elegant dinner and music, movement
and sex. Oh, the sex, the four hour dirty marathon
in every room of the house, hardcore, exhausting and all
that liide, open, animalistic, primal bucking. I digress as it's
a completely different story as I awoke, still a bit groggy,
yet fully satisfied. I could feel your body pressed into mine,
perfectly formed, as your back arched and followed down the
a chest and stomach, your perfect butt nestling gently on
top of my cock. I could hear your breathing, slow
and peaceful, when just a few hours ago you were
screaming so loud I was afraid the police would break
down our door. I didn't want to wake you, because
you looked so peaceful and perfect. I tried with all
my might to keep my hands off of you while
you slept, but eventually I couldn't resist. I slowly drew
my fingertips from your thighs, over your hips to the
tip of your perfect hip bones, protruding ever so subtly,
just the light enough touch that I didn't wake you,
but I could see goose bumps starting to form on
your perfect skin. I continued carefully to run my hand
up your side gently as I reached your shoulder. As
I looked at your back just inches away, I saw
the perfect outline of your form and could just see
your shoulder blades resting there so frail. I leaned forward, gently,
rested among my lips on the nape of your neck
and gave you a small kiss. The feel of your
skin on my lips was so soft and smooth that
I sent shivers down my spine and began awaking me
from the rest. My eyes began to acumulate to the
lack of light, and I began to see more of
your form. I could see the moonlight streaming through the curtains,
one heavenly being that ran along your body like a
celestial runway, pressing across your perfect breast and contenting down
your graceful, supple body until it disappeared off the edge
of the bed. As I lay there beside your perfect form,
cradling your body next to mine, I began to feel astir,
Not astir physically, but internally, and the deepest recess of
my being. There was a realization that here with me
now was being made of perfection that the gods had
allowed me to find. Armed with this knowledge, I began
kissing again, still softly, deftly, at the base of your
neck and down back up and around the side of
your neck near your chin, then carefully, as a lover
wanting to experience every possible inch of the object of
his affection. I licked gently on your ear lobe and
gave it the gentlest of nibbles. At this, you began
to stir and let out the lightest whimper. If I
were in your dreams now, I would have imagined I
would be seeing us a few hours prior, very carefully
as to allow us to remain inure. What I assume,
or I hope would be a reenactment of being a
kissing down your neck to your collar bone, the kiss
over kiss, enjoying the salty sweet taste of your skin
from our activities at night. Kissing slowly and cautiously, I
continued on slowly, raising myself and lowering you on to
your back. I began kissing the hands of your breast,
ever so gently, kissing my way to your perfect nipples,
sweet to the taste and ready to be plucked like
a ripe berry. I began sucking on your nibble, and
just as I was about to bite, I looked up
and met your gaze, looking deep into your guyes. You
had awakened without me realizing it and were simply laying
there with the most perfect, beautiful grin on your face.
He said to me, well, what are you waiting for
so I bit down as you mooned out for more.
I began sucking and biting, just a bit harder each time.
I watched as your hands slid down between your legs
and you began rubbing yourself in time with my sucking intensified.
As I moved over, kissing and licking along the way
to your other breast, which you deserved the same attention. Well,
your breast was being attended to you, you began to
moon louder, calling me out for more, so I obliged.
I began my track across your perfect breast till my
head was right between them, and continued kissing down further
across your body, heading south. Not wanting to be unfair
or unkind, I licked and nibbled at your stomach and
your sides. As I was moving closer and closer to
your hand. Noticing a couple of your fingers had already
disappeared inside of you, I sped up my journey. I
didn't want to miss out on a single moment of
your pleasure. As I reached your hand, you slid it
up and ran your fingers across my face. I could
feel your wetness as you slid across my beard, and
your fingers parted my lips. I stuck out my tongue
and could taste your sweet and musky flavor and bat
it in your your skin, and began sucking on your fingers,
which had moments ago been in the place I wanted
to return. I licked and sucked at your juices as
if they were for the first time, not wanting to
miss a drop, yet at the same time not wanting
to forget my destination. Sign your secret midnight worshiper, Well,
what a way to wake up? That is a way
I love to wake up on about you, guys, I
wouldn't mind a morning rendezvous like that. There's something so incredible,
intimate and hot about waking up in the middle of
the night or for sing in the morning to worship
your lover's body slowly and reverently, especially after a wild
marathon session. The tender touches the moonlight, the building hunger
of that perfect moment when he or she wakes up
with a grin and gives you permission. For my author,
what happened the moment you reached your destination between her eyes?
And how did the rest of the night or morning
unfold and did a gentle wake up lead to another
round as intense as the earlier for our marathon would
be with me? I'm curious, how was I in your mind?
You know lots of details. I'm curious here, guys, for
my listeners, have you ever woken your partner up in
the middle of the night with soft kisses and touches
like this? What's the hottest way you've been woken up
or woken someone else up for a spontaneous middle of
the night or first thing in the morning sex. Share
your stories over on Discord or you know the jeil.
You can send them to me over at Nikki and
I Kky at dearniki dot com, anonymously through our website
at dearniki dot com under the confession stab, and over
on our Discord channel. Well, we're not live, not until
after this about the seventeenth. Again, watch Discord for announcements
and join us live. It's fun, I promise, Dear Nikki.
I didn't want to fuck a shoe, but my Master
made me. The other day, Master told me I was
going to fuck a shoe. I really didn't want to.
I begged him not to make me. It would be
so yucky and dirty. But Master scolded me, it doesn't
matter what I want, only what he wants. And Master
wanted me to fuck a shoe. He started me off
with a pillow, which felt so nice and soft against
my bare pussy. I had hoped that he'd forget about
the shoe. Of course he didn't. He was just warming
me up as he made me hump a pillow, grinding
my slick folds back and forth. He would make fun
of me, taught me and criticized my grinding, saying how
unsexy I was. The words made me so embarrassed, but
the embarrassment made me feel so pathetic, which made me
even wetter. My juice is soaking into the fabric. Then
it was time for the shoe. It was so degrading
rowing my own bare pussy on a dirty shoe, the cool,
slightly rough texture pressing against my sitsati of clit and
slick lips. But I'm such a dirty horror that my
disgust quickly turned into pleasure. Of course I loved it.
I love how humiliating it was. I love how embarrassed
I was to have Master watching me, knowing that he
got pleasure from seeing me squirm under his control made
me desperate and aching. Now I beg for him to
let me ride the shoe, and if I'm a good slave,
he lets me, but not without adding to the humiliation.
It's a gibbon that I'm naked. But Master will make
me record myself bouncing up and down, grinding and humping
the shoe. And as I am, he will make me
say degrading things about myself. Or worse, he'll make me
show him how much of a stupid bitch I am.
Making me put up my paws and bar for him
like a pathetic little pet. Master told me to put
tape over his pussy and write post about how much
I love fucking shoes. He said, I needed to write
this to you so that Evarend can know how much
of a dirty whore I am. As I'm riding this,
my pants are pulled down to my knees, exposing his
taped pussy. I have no dignity, only desire to be
humiliated and pleasure my master. I hope he will let
me fuck the shoe after you read this, signed your
secret shoe humping slave. I have never heard of this,
and this is not in my my miles are vary
on this one. I get the humiliation. I do, and
that's not even in my mileage either. I'm not, I'm
it's not. I don't get it. It does anything, doesn't
do anything for me. You know, your miles may vary.
That's all I can say is your miles may vary,
however I once I think of it, though, I the
submissive part of me of pleasing the man i'm with.
That's where I do understand it, even though my miles
are varying, like planet to planet, here right from here
to the sun and beyond. Okay, the power of a
strict master turning something you initially recoiled from into a
deeply arousing ritual of degradation and pleasure is very hot.
I love in a way that the embarrassment in humiliation
fueled your wetness and desperation. I guess where I'm struggling
and where my mind went to logic land on this
is the shoe? Was it a new shoe? I would
hope so, because I was thinking of this on a
cleansing us part right that, Or I'm really hoping maybe
there's something protective over it, maybe clean rap or surand
wrap around it, not us, is that those companies would
think of using but for but again, my miles are varying.
That's where my mind literally went. So but I understand
on the pleasure part of it. For my author, what
is some of the most degradating things master makes you
say or do while riding the shoe? And how does
it push you deeper into some space? And another one
after me reading this, has it made you more desperate
for your reward? I want to know, and for my
listeners out there, have you ever been made to do
something humiliating or I don't want to say gross, but
something that's not to my appetite by a partner that
unexpectedly turned you on? And what's a kink or task
that you started as a hard limit but became one
of your favorites. Share your own stories below, follow the
links in our show notes. Dear Nikki, We're on vacation
over two weeks with family sharing a living room with
a loud bed, so my wife decided no sex. On
the last day, we dropped the family at the airport,
I took utibles and we went to play mini golf.
Before the eighth hole, I was seven strokes up, and
we were waiting for a group to finish well. My
wife proposed a little bet. Basically, if I win, I
get unlimited cream pies the minute we flew home, but
if she won, she could get a threesome cream pies
from her bull. Long story short, She started flashing her
pussy every hole going forward, teasing, don't you miss that?
Maybe my edibles kicked in way too hard. She got
a hole in one on the twelfth hole. I I
got six on the sixteenth hole. Art that over and
she meet me by two strokes. Skip to last Thursday.
I gotta go pee at halftime and she's in the
bathroom getting all done up. I ask why, and she
tells me, oh, sorry, and that her bull's coming over.
I spoke, come downstairs and they're already making out. At first,
it was the same as always, just without a condom.
She got on her knees, he sat down, and once
he got hard, she sat on him, facing me, trying
to tease and make me jealous. But then he got
on her back and they started making out. The vibe
just completely changed. I realized we hadn't fucked in over
a month. My wife and I have been swingers for
over ten years, I've seen her come a lot before,
but through it all, the most I've ever seen her
come is with me during intimate love making, and she's
always told me I'd been her best. But right from
the start, I've never seen or heard anything like what
I witnessed for my wife that night. Instantly, it was
like I wasn't there. Her hands went out between holding
on to him and holding on to various parts of
our couch, like she was on a roller coaster trying
to not fall off. Initially, her legs couldn't decide between
being locked tightly or against his top of his ass,
or popping open as wide as she could fully extend them.
And then I don't know what else to explain it,
other than it looked like he just started milking my
wife's pussy deep down in the swan spot. If you
could hear it, then you could see it. Her pussy
lips stopped gripping his cock, and her pussy pulled up
with a whitmut milky cum. One droplet dripped down to
her asshole, then another, until within seconds her asshole just soaked.
Each time he went inside her. It was like a
spray bottle being squirted, they made a puddle on my couch.
Near the end, she got so sensitive every time he
humped her. She would literally shake in spasm, making sounds
I've never heard from her before, And as I thought
to myself, she's gonna tap out for the first time,
she bellows out go harder as he proceeds to fuck
the living life out of my wife until he creams
pies deep inside her. I have never seen my wife
that fuck drunk in my life. Later, I asked her
if it was the best orgam she had in life.
She did a hiccup and a giggle, looked directly down
and said, what I love you stop signed your secret
cooked bet loser. Ooh, I think we can have intense
orgasms with somebody else and still have deep love, you know,
for somebody else. I mean, just like eventually you could.
You and her could out fuck the bull this point.
You know you could give her back a better memory. Right,
maybe you should aim for that. That bed turning into
one of the most intense, eye opening nights you've ever witnessed. Wow,
the way her body completely surrendered, the squirting, the new sounds,
the rock command for him to go harder, The chemistry
here for at least for this fuck was clearly off
the charts. And for my author, how did the rest
of the night go after that first cream pie? And
have you talked more about what you saw and felt?
I hope you have. And has this changed how you
feel your own intimate moments with her? I hope you
don't feel bad, you know. And for my listeners, have
you ever lost a spicy bet that led into watching
your partner have an insanely intense experience with someone else?
And how did it back to your dynamic afterward? Hotter,
more complicated or both? You know the gel answers go
belo in. Just say it, Dear Nikki, When the hot
life line calls, you answer. My husband and I have
been in the lifestyle for years, but nothing prepared me
for the night the hot wife line lit up like
a siren. We were out for drinks when a tall,
confident stranger started flirting with me at the bar. My
husband gaming the knowing look, the one that says I
want to watch you get ruined tonight. My heart race,
my pussy instantly soaked, and I knew I had to
answer the call. We barely made it back to the hotel.
The moment the door clicked shut, the stranger had me
pinned against the wall, his hands sliding up my dress,
Finding me dripping with no panties. He kissed me deep
and filthy, while my husband sat in the chair, stroking
himself slowly, eyes locked on us. I dropped to my
knees and worshiped that thick stranger cock of my mouth,
moaning around him, tasting how different he was from my husband.
Every slurp and gag made my heavy groan with pleasure.
He bent me over the bed and slammed into me
raw in one powerful thrust. I cried out as he
stretched me, fucking me harder and deeper than I'd ever
been fucked in months. My husband watched every thrust, every
bounce of my tits. Every time my eyes rolled back.
The stranger flipped me onto my back, threw my legs
over his shoulders, and pounded that perfect spot until I
was squirting all over the sheets, screaming loud enough for
the whole floor to hear. I came so many times
I lost count, my body shaking uncontrollably while my husband
whispered how beautiful I looked getting destroyed. When the stranger
finally buried himself deep and filled me with his hot load.
I locked my eyes with my husband and smiled that
cream pie dripping down my thighs as I crawled to
my man and kissed him, pure blissed. When the hot
wife lying calls, you fucking answer signed your secret hot
wife who always picks up? Why in earth did I
had picture the bat phone ringing, like they had a
separate phone that rang and they always answered right. That's
that's what I envisioned until now, But I get it, Okay.
The thrill of answering that hot wife call, regardless if
it's on a phone or not, knowing your husband is
right there watching you get taken and filled is one
of the hottest dynamics out there, that mix of newcock
and tins, orgasms and coming back to your partner with
a drooping another man's come. I love how unapologetically you
embrace it. And for my author, what was the hottest
moment for your husband that night? And did you give
him sloppy seconds right after? I hope you did if
he's into that thing? And have you answered the hot
wife line again since? And you know, do you keep
it on your desk like the bat phone. I gotta
out here and for my listeners. Have you ever had
a spontaneous hot wife moment like this where you just
had to say yes? And what's the wildest place or
situation where the hot wife line rang for you? And
is it really like for you? Is it really like
a separate phone like those you know, buy the dollar
general phones, pay as you go phones. So it's a
hot wife phone, so you keep it on your desk.
Maybe it's a red phone. Yeah, there you go, a
red phone for your flirty phone. There you go, drop
your own. I gotta know, guys, just drop your own.
Than the comments you guys, stay the jurne. You've been
here long enough. I don't know about you, but I'm
sitting here soaked and still an all over the hot
wife phone thing, among other things, whether it's the delicious
thrill of surrender and the humiliation, the heart pounding desire
drilling of risky, or the deep intimacy of exploring new things,
is someone you drussed? These stories remind us it's okay
to want more, to play, to push boundaries, and to
chase what turns you on without shame. Your desires are
valid beautiful and so fucking hot? And are you ready
the answer to our reddle? Let me remind you what
has two balls and screws you every night? Okay'm I
say it one more time, just so you don't have
to go back. What has two balls and screws you
every night? A pool table? I know I really didn't
get it, but I'm going to blame the website I'm
getting it from, so if it's really bad, it's not
my fault. I promise you that. Okay, it's time for
your naughty duck in. I've been aching for this chipping
wet for days, knowing you're listening. My thick thighs are
pressed together under the sheets, but they're already slick with
my own juices because I've been teasing myself thinking about
how ready I am to play. You know those innocent
but fuck me hard eyes of mine, the grayish green
one said, looks so sweet until I can lock on
you and beg to be ruined. They're staring right into
yours as I can test this to you. I've been
your wife for six years. That thick, little five two
five cracker with jet black hair cascading down my back
full lips and the fattiest ass that jiggles just the
right when I walk. My beasting tits. Those pierced, light
brown nipples get you so hard. My shaped legs with
those tattoos, God, they're up around you like they were
made to trap your cock. Deep insident me. But lately
something shifted. I've been getting bolder, hornier, admitting how much
I crave being worshiped, used and covered in hot comb.
It started with us sharing fantasies late at night, my
voice all breathy as I admitted I wanted to swing
to fuck while other couples watch in the same room,
their eyes devouring my body. You thought it was mostly
your thing at first, But baby, I've been soaking my
panties thinking about it. I love knowing my curves make
mum cox throb. I get off on tributes, imaging loads
spraying across my skin while I make a mess of myself.
And now I'm ready to play for real, ready for
you to take me, to push those baby steps into
something nasty and depraved. I slide my hand down my belly,
fingers tracing my full lips as I imagine you watching me.
You want this, don't you? I prayer right in dear ear,
my pierced nibbles, aching and begging for your mouth. I
pitch one hard, gasping at the sharp pleasure that shoots
straight towards my My pussy is already weeping, that sweet
musky sect filling the air as I spread my thick
thighs wide for you. Look at me, baby, This spat
ass and those tattooed legs are yours tonight. Come worship
your wife's slutty body. You don't waste time. Her hands
are on my immediately, rough, greedy, squeezing my heavy ass
jakes and spreading them apart. I'm own loud, arching my
back as your fingers dig into your soft jig like flesh.
The headeer palms make my skin tingle. You pull me close,
your mouth, louching onto one pierced nibble, sucking hard while
your tongue flicks the metal bar though it suction sounds,
seeing slurping and popping as you devour my tiny tents.
A grind against your thigh, my dripping cunt, leaving slick
trail of your skin. Suck them harder. I'm bag my voice, husky,
bite my nipples like you on them. Your teeth graze
the sensitive peaks, sending jolts through me. I can feel
my hussy clenching empty. You're needy. You push back onto
the bed, my black hair fanning out as you kiss
down my belly, worshiping every curve. Your lips trace my tattoos,
tongue licking along the ink my thick thighs until you're
between my legs. The first breath on my shade pussy
makes me shiver. I'm soaked, lips puffy and glistening, clit
throbbing visibly. You bury your face in me, tongue dragging
slow and flat from my dripping whole to my swollen clid.
The taste of me floods your mouth, tangy, sweet and addictive.
I cry out, thighs clamping around your head as you
lap at me like a starving man. Oh fucks, eat
my pussy. I whimper, hip rolling against your tongue. You
suck my clit into your mouth, humming vibrations that make
my toes curl. Two thick fingers plunge into my tight cunt,
curling to hit that spongy spot, and sighed while you
devour me. The wet squelch sounds are my filthy, my
juice of coating your chin, dripping down to my ass crack.
I can hear how sloppy I am, how my walls
grip and flutter around your fingers. I edge closer, grinding harder,
but you pull back, just as I'm about to explode,
teasing me. Not yet, you greedy slut. You growl, and
I love it. Your cock is rock hard, throbbing against
my thigh, veins pulsing. I reach down to stroke you,
my small hand barely wrapping around your thick shaft. Precume
links all over my fingers, sticky and salty, and bring
them to my mouth, sucking them clean, while looking at
you with those dangerous eighs. MM. I want this cock,
but first let me worship you. I plush you on
your back, crawling between your legs like a hungry cat.
My full lips kiss the head of your cock, tongue
swirling the sensitive tip, tasting every drop and bricumb I
take you deeper, inch, my inch, my throat relaxing as
I sink down until my nose presses against your pelvis.
The stretch burns so good, my eyes watering as I
gag wetly around you. Salivar trips from my chin onto
your balls as I bob my head, sucking hard. The
sounds are pornographic. My throat convulsing around your girth. I
pull off of the gasp strings a spit connecting my
lips to your shiny cock. Fuck my face, use my throat.
You grab my hair, guiding me on to use you.
Thrust up, fucking my mouth in long, deep strokes. My
tit spounce with every motion, hard like diamonds. I mown
around you, the vibrations making you throb harder. My free
hand slips between my thighs, rubbing my clip furiously as
I choke on your cock. Just when I feel you swelling,
you pull out, slapping your wet dick across my cheeks
and lip. I stick my tongue out bag eap for more,
but I need you inside me. I straddle you, my
thick thighs on either side of that fat ass, hovering
over your cock. I rub the head through my slick folds,
teasing my clip with it, coating you in my cumb
Feel out what I am for you. This pussy is
aching to be stretched. I sink down slowly gasping as
that thick head pops inside inch my inch. My tight
walls part around you, gripping like a velvet fist. The
stretch is deliciou, burning pleasure as you feel me completely.
I bottom out, my ass resting against your balls, and
we both grow. I can feel you throbbing deep inside,
kissing my cervix. I start riding you, slow and grinding
at first, rolling my hips so my clip rubs against
your base. My juice is squelch obscenely with every movement,
dripping down your shaft. God, your cock feels so fucking good.
I moan, picking up speed. My ass bounces, clapping against
you as I fuck you harder. You reach up, grabbing
my bee steam tits, twisting the pierced nipples while I ride.
The pain mixes with pleasure, making my pussy clinch tighter.
You flip me over, suddenly, putting me on all floors.
My back arches, ass up high, that fat booty presented
like an offering. You slam back into me and what
brutal throast balls deep. I scream in ecstasy, the force
pushing me forward. You found hard, skin slapping skin, my
ass rippling with every impact. Fuck me like a whore,
Destroy this marry pussy. The wet sounds are scant, constant,
my cream coating your cock, frothing at the base, reach around,
rubbing my clit and vast circles. As you reel me.
My thighs tremble, that familiar pressure building. I come hard, pussy,
spazaring wildly round you, squirting messily all over your balls
in the sheets, My wall's milk. You fluttering and squeezing
as waves crashed through me. But you don't stop. You
keep thrusting through my orc ass. I'm drawing it out
until I'm shaking and over sensitive and whimpering. You pull
out and flip me onto my back, pushing my thick
legs wide apart, knees to my chest. My tattooed thighs
are trembling as you re enter me, folding me in half.
This position lets you go deep, pounding right against my womb.
Your balls slap my ass with every thrust, making the
bed creak. I can smell our combined musk, sweat, pussy juice,
pree coumb thick in the air. Build me up and
won't you come? You slow down, grinding deep rotating your
hips and stir my insides. My clip throbs against your
pubic bone. I reached down, spreading my pussy lips wider
round your cock, watching it disappear inside me. The side
is so nasty. My pink folds stretch obscenely. YE lean down,
sucking my pierced nipple again while you fuck me slow
and deep, building to another orgasm. I explode again, this
one even harder, squirting my pussy gushing around your shaft.
My eyes roll back, mouth open in a silent scream
as my body convulses. The aftershocks make me twitch, but
you keep coming, chasing your own release. Finally, you pull out,
stroking your slick cock over me. Where do you want it?
You growl. I look up at you with those seductive eyes,
tongue out everywhere, cover this slutty wife. The first thick
rope of cumb shoots across my tits, painting my pierced nipples. White.
More follows, hot and sticky, landing on my belly, my thighs,
even a few drops hitting my lips. I lick them off, greedily,
moaning at the salty taste, staring into your eyes the
whole time, com drips down my curves, mixing with my
sweat and pussy juice. I scoop some up and rub
it to my clip, coming one last time from the
filthy sensation. We're both panting, bodies, slick and spent. But
this is just the beginning of rustlating. I can already
imagine more other couples watching us, stroking themselves as you
claim me. Maybe you enjoining to spray me with load
after load while I lick every drop My cum. Fetish
runs deep. I love being your messy worshiped or hm?
Did that make your cock throb overstroking yourself right now
thinking about my thick body covered in your cum? Now
tell me in the comments or submissions, what would you
do to me next? Thank you for spending your night
with me. If these stories made your pulse race, your
thighs squeezed together, send your own confession. I want to
moan your words next time. Come join us over on
Discord for live shows after August seventeenth and after dark
chats and support the show so I can keep bringing
you this unfilfiltered heat. You can explort us by joining
Apple podcast and over on sprinker Sweet Dreams or Mariette,
Filthy Ones. I'll see you next time on Nicky after Dark.
Now go touch yourself thinking about these stories. I know
I will. Good Night, my loves,