Speaker 1: Hey lovers, Welcome back to the Dear Nicky Podcast. I'm
your host, Nikki, where we read your hottest real life stories,
answer your questions, and get a little filthy together. Today
we're diving deep into reconnection, forbidden hotel hookups, and the
delicious thrill when things get risky. Here your short teasers
of the stories you'll hear in this episode. A husband
secretly contacts his wife's longtime bull after months of ghosting,
leading to a passionate motel reunion and alone time. A
young dance teacher in a sea through pajamas teases and
rides a hot tattooed dad raw in our hotel room
while his daughter waits nearby, and from devastating ghosting to
begging part of her sex, my wife gets her favorite
friends with benefits back with her husband's eager approval. That
and so so much more. Are you ready to spice
things up? Here's a sneak peink of the steamy audio
content a waiting for you on Patreon. The one in
my ass came first, hip snapping, flooding me with the
heat that leaked out around him in thick pulses. The
second followed, grinding deep and spilling so hard I felt
every jet against my servix. The man in my mouth
pulled out just to come across my face in long,
hot stripes that mixed with tears and spit and honey.
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let's jump right in into our Dear Nikki question in the day.
This one comes from Confused Cuck in Texas. Dear Nikki,
my wife's favoritable ghost her, and she's been depressed and
moody for months. I miss the lifestyle so much. I
secretly reached out to him behind her back, just like
some of the stories you read. She got mad at first,
but now they're talking again. Was it crossing a line?
Or did I do the right thing to save our dynamic?
What do we think, listeners? I want your thoughts mine.
I think you cross the line. I would unless you're
intimate familiar with what happened, I would say it cross
the line. It would for me because once I'm cut
somebody out, they're out and I have to have a
really damn good reason to let them back in. So
unless they just kind of swayed away and you know,
you know, life happened, this is a no. No, absolutely
no no. I absolutely think it's a no. Note of
God behind your partner's back and do this. But here's
some questions for you that are listening. Have you ever
secretly contacted your partner's lover to fix a ghosting situation?
And how did it turn out for everyone? And when
a hot life or stagvison dynamic hits a rough patch,
is it ever okay for a supportive partner to step
in or should they stay always hands off? Thanks for
sending that in confused couck. We'll definitely circle back to
this when we wrap things up. Before we get to
today's stories, though, here's a brand new riddle that sounds
extremely dirty but is actually one percent clean. What goes up,
Let's out a load then goes back down, and we'll
reveal the answer at the very end of our show.
You know what it is, It's time to sit back, relax,
Let's have a whiskey with some filthy cherries, of course,
and explore some erotic fantasies from people just like you
and me. Dear Nikki, my wife's favorite friend with benefits,
whom they've been seeing each other for about nine years,
coasted her for a few months. She did not want
me mentioning his name at all. During this time, she
became depressed and even started going to therapy. She was
frequently in a bad mood with me, believing that I
had once again told him to back off, something I
had done in the past, which he respected. I assured
her that this wasn't the case. I couldn't take it
any more. I would often talk to him and even
hang out with him, as we were good friends, but
I never brought him up to her. One day, I
called him and had the courage to ask, why did
you stop talking to WIFEI. He explained that he had
a long going on and was focusing on his family,
noting that work had been hactic. I told him that
she was super upset with him and didn't even want
to see him for the rest of her life. He
opened up a bit and sang, I really felt like
I was getting in the way of you two, so
that's another reason why I backed off. After we hung up,
I knew I had planned to seed. I was sure
he would reach out to her, but I wasn't sure
what the outcome would be. I called my wife after
hanging up with him and told her what he said,
and she wasn't having it. Why the hell are you
telling me this? I clearly told you I wanted to
know nothing about that man. My wife was unwilling to
mess around with others, as she had a full roster
to choose from. I felt the cuck stag in me
was slowly dying and craved my fix. A day went
by and I logged into my mobile phone to check
out the incoming and outgoing calls. There it was, he
actually reached out to her about an hour after I did.
But why didn't she tell me? Around twelve p m.
I sent her a tex Hey, babe, hope you're having
a great day. So has he reached out? Of course
I knew he did. I just wanted to see if
she would tell me. She called me five minutes after
I sent the text. Good afternoon, my day is going okay?
And the answer is yes, he did. I don't know
why you told him to call me, but anyways, I
don't believe a word he says, so whatever, don't bring
him up please. Shortly after that we hung up. I
wasn't too bummed because I noticed a different tone in
her voice. I guess I had some hope. The very
next day, I logged back onto my account and saw
more calls were made between them. I began getting excited.
Around two pm. She called me and said, I'm going
to hang up and answer your phone when I call
you back. So I did. When I answered, I heard
him laughing, What the fuck are we on a three
way call? My wife said, yep, so Eric, Ray wants
to know if you miss me and if you still
want to sleep with me. No. Lie, my heart began racing.
I was in disbelief. He laughed, saying, of course I
want to see you as long as Ray is cool
with it. I don't want any issues, I responded. The
only issue I have is you not sleeping with her,
So whatever, bro, write babe. She responded, duh, yeah, but
I'm also allowed to see him on one on one right.
I wanted it so badly that I didn't care if
they met one on one. So I agreed, but told
him I wanted to be there most of the time.
When I wasn't, I needed plenty of picks, videos and audio.
They both agreed. When I got home, we had amazing sex.
I teased her, saying, damn, girl, didn't take you much
to be convinced to forgive him, as she just told
me to shut up. The weekend came and WiFi and
I took a short road trip, which helped us talk
about some stuff and reconnect. She needed to use the restroom,
so we walked into a department store and as we
were walking out, she saw some silver plaited jewelry. Her
name starts with an E, and she found a nice
bracelet that had and E at the heart charm. She
asked me to buy it for her. I asked her
who was because it had his initial. She said no,
it was for her own initial. I hugged her, then said,
wrong answer. I want it to be for his initial.
So ask me again, Babe, will you buy me this bracelet?
It has Eric's initial? Please here. It had come from
her mouth made my heart race. I hugged her from
behind and she felt so that's a yes, of course,
I said. Driving back home, I asked her when it
was going to happen. She said she didn't know. A
few minutes later, she said, Eric is down to minus.
Once we get back, what should I tell him? It
was on? He sent the address to a nearby motel.
We stopped by a store, brought liquor and snacks, and
arrived at the room where he was waiting. As we
walked in, he hugged my wife then greeted me. It
was a bit awkward. I tend to be the one
to break the ice, so I said, don't you miss
having her? They both laughed and said nothing since we
were out on the road. He handed her two packs
of lingerie and she immediately went to freshen up. She
walked out looking amazing, unfortunately no high heels, which always
add to the sexiness. They began making out and she
started undressing him. Once his pants were off, she got
her on her knees and began blowing him, gagging and
spitting on his cock like never before. She was definitely
hungry for him and looked starved. He then laid her down,
spread her legs and went down on her. Her moans
were soft and I could tell she missed him by
going down on her. She always said, no man has
ever eaten her out like he does. Once she came,
he got on top and tried to stick it in,
but it looked like he was having a hard time,
so she got off and grabbed another drink. He then said,
I need to clear the room. We're good with this,
right like no issues. I told him everything was good
and to enjoy her. He said, do you mind if
we get intimate like lots of passionate kissing. I laughed
and told him it's not like I hadn't seen that before.
I got up from my chair, poured a drink and
grabbed my spokes and did something I'd never done before.
I walked out of the room and gave him there
alone time while I smoked outside. After smoking two cigarettes,
I made my way back and hurt him, pounding her hard.
Her moans were getting louder and louder, and I heard
her say, I missed you so damn it, Jeric, fuck me,
fuck me harder. I just stood there listening through the door,
raw hard. Let them have a good fifteen to twenty
minutes alone time. As I kept hearing amazing sex sounds.
Suddenly it stopped. I waited a few moments, then walked in.
She was on her knees again blowing him. She looked
over at me and said, thank you, Ray, I needed this,
and she kept going. She got up, assumed doggy style position,
and he got behind her, slipped in and fucked her
so cut down. I'm good. After fifteen minutes of doggie
style he finished, they laid down and cuddled, and my
wife passed. So, Ray, did you enjoy the show? Of
course I did. I loved it. Okay, good because I'm
going to want this much more often than before. Ray, Hello, Ray,
how are you so? You played Cupid in in escence
here on that phone call and then stepped outside to
give him alone time. I do like that, by the way,
I let them reconnect while you listened. Yeah, I still
would have been I don't know your dynamic or your relationship,
but that would have been a huge no for me.
You would have been sleeping at Eric's house at that
point for a couple of weeks, because once I'm done,
I'm done it Just that's me. Maybe that's wrong, but
it takes me a lot to get there, Guys, it
really takes me a lot to cut someone off, So
keep that in mind. Question, when you heard her screaming,
I missed you so damn match, Eric fucked me harder?
What was going through your head? And listeners? Would you
ever step outside the motel and let your partner have
private time with her lover like Ray did? I'd love
to hear your answer. Remember, you can send confessions like
this or any others to Nikki and Ikky at Dearniki
dot com or anonymously through the website at Dearniki dot
com on the confession stab dear Niki. So this happened
years ago when I was in my very early twenties.
I danced my whole life, and now I was teaching
at a studio to make extra cash during college. Guess
I mean lean like boring ballet, tap, jazz dance, nothing
super spicy. Part of the job meant chaperoning are competitive
dancers out of town to cometions. I was there to
help their numbers, fix their hair, stage make up, and
mostly be judged by bitchy dance moms. They were honestly awful,
but the money was good and I liked the girls,
and it involved a lot of hotel downtime when I
could get paid to study, essentially, so I put up
with bitchy middle aged mom's starky comments. One weekend, something
unheard of happened. The bitchest mom of the group double
booked herself and couldn't attend the competition. Even better news,
she sent her husband. I wasn't used to mill eye
candy on these trips, but by this any standard, this
man was gorgeous. He was tall, he was in good shape,
with really strong arms covered in a full sleeve tats.
His brown hair and scruffy beard was showing flecks of gray,
and his tummy seemed a little softer than the rest
of him. He also had a killer smile. It was
almost dazzling enough to distract me from the fact he
had checked me out as he walked into the hotel
lobby before his daughter screamed with joy and ran over
to hug me. At our group dinner, I sat next
to him. He was a total gentleman, asking me about
my classes, trying not to glance at my bare legs
in my shorts, running shorts, that is. I laughed at
his dad jokes. I reached over to grab the pepper
so he could get a good view of my cleavage.
My tits were always too big by the dance, by
dancing the world's standards, but I had a feeling he
wasn't going to complain. In the elevator back to our rooms,
I found myself squeezed in front of him and leaned
back just enough so he'd feel my ass against him,
but not enough so at any one would else would notice.
I knew he had room to back up, but he
leaned in and I felt this cock twitch against my
round college ass. When we got off at the floor,
I made sure that all the parents knew when we
had to leave in the morning, and had my number
in case anyone needed help with their hair or makeup.
Daddy must have really liked my elevator trick, because I
was barely in the room before my phone buzzed. He
sent me a picture of a bottle whiskey and asked
if i'd come help him drink it while his daughter
and bestie watched some TLC marathon in the room. I
texted him back that I was studying, but he could
help with the flash cards, and I gave him my
room number. I quickly changed into my pajamas, tiny silky
short shorts and a loose tank top made completely from lace,
so that was pretty much totally see through. He hurried
in and I opened the door, obviously terrified another mom
would see him. I took the bottle out of his
hands and handed him my flash cards before he really
looked at me. He hadn't changed, still in his jeans
and tight T shirt with a flannel over it. Very cliche.
Dad's luck. When he saw my little output, his jaw dropped,
and then my cards dropped too. I guess he was
so stunned that he'd him Oh, this was going to
be fun. He stammered that I look nice. I thanked
him and dropped to my knees and crawled under the
side table to pick up the scattered cards, making a
show of arching my back. Knowing my shorts were riding
up and he could see all of me, he let
out a groan, and you're gonna get me in trouble.
I giggled and started to get up, but he stopped me. Princess,
you look so cute down there. Stay on the floor.
You can crawl at me. I grinned. This is confidence
I wasn't getting from the college boys. He sat down
on the couch and I crawled slowly towards him. He
cooed that I was a good girl. When I reached him,
I crawled between his legs, putting my hands on his thighs,
breaching up to kiss him. His hand went to chin,
wrapping his fingers around the back of my neck, grabbing
my hair tight. He stood up and pulled me with me.
Suddenly I was standing. His tongue was in my mind.
I was tasting him hungrily. Then he was lifting me
with one arm. He added my hair, my legs wrapping
around him as my pussy wiggled around. I was looking
for his bulge. No grind on. Oh fuck, I shouldn't
be doing this. He growled into my ear as he
kissed my neck, his hands grabbing my ass. I teased
him in the elevator. He carried me to the bed
and gently laid me down. Now he was standing over me.
His fingers traced their way up my body, tracing my curves,
feeling my hard nipples. I was sucking on his fingers
and he was feeding them to me, one at a time,
while staring at him, trying to prove to Daddy, I'd
do a good job if you'd let me suck his
big dick. I really, mm, fuck, your body's so cute.
I really shouldn't do this. I'd got to his ring finger. Now,
this grown man and was letting his kid ballet teacher
wrap her slutty little mouth around his wedding ring. So
I should stop calling his bluff. While Anne zipped his jeans,
he tilted my head to look up at him. Are
you okay with this? I said, as I was already
stroking his cock. I smiled and answered by licking his shaft.
Does she still suck you off? He didn't answer. I
started to kiss and suck his balls. Does she forget
your balls? He didn't answer. I spit on his dick
and slid all the way deep into my throat. Gag
and hold it in, letting him see my eyes water.
He pulls out, so I'm about to ask if she
does that, but now he's fucking my face using my
slutty little hole, grunting as he gives it to me. Yeah,
good girl, Oh princess, you're so fucking cute with my
cock in your throat. I think he's surprised at how
fast he came. I swallowed every drop and he whispered,
I haven't had my dick's suck since our kid was born.
Want a fox. She's in middle school, you poor man,
I giggled, as he pushes me down on the bed.
And you need to get back to her soon, sweetie.
I'm not going anywhere until I fucked that pretty pink pussy.
As he said that, he grabbed my silky shorts and
slid them off my legs, which I stretched up to
make it easier for him. When they were off, I
spread them and he instinctively slipped a finger inside me,
and then another. When he felt exactly how wed I was,
his eyes lit up. Oh baby, you're so ready for me.
He flicked my clip before licking my juices off his fingers.
His phone buzzed. His daughter wanted to know where he was.
My heart sank at this point. I was so worked up.
I needed his cock. I needed to be fucked. Because
he was a great dad and a very good daddy.
He quickly text her back and to ask if she
was okay. He told her he was on a run,
but on his way back. He did this with one
hand because the other was rubbing my clead. Again. Once
we found out she was okay, he turned his attention
back to my needy pussy, miss Clara. I don't have
enough time to spoil you like you deserve. I cut
him up. Just hurry up and take me. I'll never
forget the way he stared at me. He couldn't decide
exactly how he wanted to fuck me. I decided to
make it easy for him. Now it was my turn
to push him down on the bed. As I climbed
on top of him, he remembered that he didn't have
any condoms. I didn't either, they weren't usually required on
all these girls trips. I swear my pussy was literally
dripping on to him. I told him he was on
the birth control and slowly lowered myself on to that
thick cock. He didn't argue with me as I worked
him inside me. He wasn't that long, but one of
the thickest dicks I've ever taken. Once I got him in,
I started writing him nice and slow, biting my lip
as I moaned to myself. As I got used to
the sensation of my pussy being full, I went faster
and he loved it. He started bucking as his hips,
and soon I was bouncing on his cock, letting my
tits bounce for him. With a scream, I squeezed my
tits and had my first orgasm. He didn't slow down.
He let me take it as my pleasure overwhelmed me.
Good girl, keep writing, young Princess, does love's daddy cock?
Feel good? Turn around, baby girl. I want to see
that perfect ass. I slipped him out of me, just
long enough to repossession myself in reverse cowgirl. I was
trying to slowly work up again when he pushed me
down started fucking me hard in doggy. He was spanking
my ass and leaned into my ear to grunt and
tell me how good my tight pussy felt. I couldn't
believe how fast I came again. When he pulled my hair,
I still shaking on his clock. When he filled me up,
I was shocked. I assumed he was going to pull
out and finish since we were raw. We rolled over
into a spoon and he stayed there, panting in his calm,
leaking out of me. He kissed my neck and gently
cressed my body, cooking that I was a good and
took Daddy's clock so well. I rolled over to face him,
and he kissed me slowly and passionately. Then he stood
up and got dressed, leave me wet and helpless and sore.
I had hand prints on my ass, I had mascare
on my cheeks. He flashed me a dazzling smile again,
grabbed my key cart and an envelope from the desk.
He took one and winked at me. Sleep well, princess.
It's a big day tomorrow, Torri. Whoo, Yeah, this is me,
completely honest. You can ask both, Darcy, you can ask
both the bread this ladies and gentlemen if you want
to know, this is me totally. My moves are here,
but I still don't know how to tease. You can
ask them both. I suck ass at teasing, though I
haven't done the elevator askedes yet. I'm gonna have to
work on that one. Get well, Nope, No, never done
an elevator, asked Tees, just saying quick question, Tori. Did
anything ever happen again after that competition? Or was it
a one time thrill. I'm betting daddy went to a
few more competitions and let his bitch of a wife
quoting here, stay home do whatever she wanted to do.
I'm thinking so. And to those who are listening, what's
the riskiest we shouldn't be doing this hook up you've
ever had? And would you do it all over again? Yep?
Yes I would, and ten times even more. I'll never forget.
Are you okay with this? You know? And then the
other one was it was the last Winter Olympics and
he knocked on my hotel door. I opened the door
in a very very low cut top push up frall
so that I had the girls all nice and high
and barely even two words. I think he told me
how the tea was rubbish on the plane, and I
mentioned how total he was. I think that was the
first words that came out of my mouth. Actually, as God,
you're toll not in that accent. Though his luggage hit
the floor, coat hit the floor. We sat on the couch,
barely said hello, and all of a sudden our mouths
just crashed. We were, I mean, just full on makeout.
Hands were everywhere, My fingers were tangled in his hair,
and then I leaned over, leaned over his lap and
gliding slow lay up his leg. I was definitely wet,
my high was definitely hot. His breath right my ear,
right out of my mouth. And then as we were
sitting there, I slid my palm down his chest, lower,
reaching for his very thick and strained cock, and I
just played with the outline. Then I decided to move
his trousers to the side. Okay, everyone, let's wrap up
today's stories from Miya. We learned that sometimes sneaky can
communication can give your partner space to reignite a dying
spark and bring everyone closer as long as ever went
and ends up happy. And on the same page from Tori,
we saw how electric the forbidden can feel in the moment,
but it also reminds us that thrill seeking outside the
rules comes with real emotional risk. Takeaway consent, communication and
knowing your own boundaries turns fantasy into something sustainable and
a hot instant messy. And for your riddle, remember what
goes up? Let's out a load and then goes back
an elevator see not so dirty, But your mind was
going there because I know mine was ending closing. Hello, lover,
why don't we try getting on a three way call
with you and Darcy and we all play around what
do you think I really want to know? And that's
it today for lovers. If you have a story question
not a confession, remember you can always send it to
Nikki and Ikka y at Dearnicki dot com or through
the website at Dearnicki dot com under the confessions tab.
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