Speaker 1: Hey there, my filthy little listeners. Welcome back to Nikky
after Dark, the only place where you're darkest. What a
secrets fell right at home? I'm your host, Nikki, still
sore and dripping from a very sexy waken with my vibe,
but that's for later to night. We're diving deep into
your own sexy confessions. Here are three short, steamy teasers
of what you'll hear tonight. A steamy private session with
Miss l at a mass sex party quickly spirals when
her loud orgasms draw a crowd. A devoted husband in
a sexless marriage secretly bends over for multiple married ben,
taking load after load and his ass. And I snuck
around a lakeside cabin all weekend, stealing my girl friend's
boyfriends one by one, getting fucked and filled by three
different cocks, oh while their girlfriends just slip upstairs stick around.
It only gets filthier after this, and before we jump
into these stories, I want to hear from you. If
you could have one completely consequence free sexual experience anywhere
in the world with anyone, no would ever find out
and there would be zero fallout. What would it be
and why? And second would you rather have that fantasy
once and never again, or keep it as a reoccurring
secret you could return to whenever you wanted. Kind of
like sounded like a Bill Gates thing, you know, the
rumor where when he was married that I guess for
a couple times, once a year or for how many
weeks he would go off with this woman and then
come back. So maybe like that, I don't know. I'd
like to hear your thoughts, your answers to Nikki and
Ikky at Dearniky dot com, anonymously through the website at
dearniky dot com under the confessions tab, and join us
over on our Discord channel Monday through Saturday, eight pm
Central Standard time for naughty shenanigans with other sex bortoves
just like yourself. And now for my favorite part anyway,
the riddle. This one does sound absolutely fucking filthy, but
it's completely innocent. Are we ready? Okay? I'm soft when
I start, but I'm hard when I finish. People use
me for fun things. What am I keep that dirty
mind guessing? I'll give you the clean 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
listen filthy cherries of course, and exploresrotic fantasies from people
just like you and me. Dear Nikki, Miss l pushed
me down on the bed and part of my legs wide.
I was so eager to have her lick my needy
pussy from the humping of the air. She kissed me
down one leg, then just once on my clip before
start on the other leg doing the same thing. I
was whimpering and begging her to fuck me as she
teased me like this. Finally, she let her tongue take
a long, slow lick of my lips, parting them and
probing deep inside with her long, powerful tongue. I gasped
at the bed sheets and gripped on tight moans and
screams of pleasure escape my gaping mouth, echoing in the
room through the walls. She began to suck and tongue
my clip while her fingers fuck my sloppy cunt vigorously.
I could feel my orgas some build towards me, sucking
my conscious mind into a dark bliss of pleasure. When
it finally came, I could contain myself. I thrashed about,
but was pinned down by arms I didn't see, and
I could feel Miss L's arms wrapped around my legs,
her mouth blocked on my pussy, eagerly drinking down my wetness.
As my own orgasms subsided and missus El's assault on
my clip ended, I looked around and noticed that the
room was now packed. Lined up next to me was
one woman after another, all being eaten out by guys
who were all at the foot of the bed like
miss El was. He started quite the trend pet miss
ellenfor me. I turned out that my cries of pleasure
had attracted an audience who then decided to join in
in a monkey sea monkey dew sort of way. The
woman next to me, a voluptuous Latina named Wor, had
been the one holding me down as I was coming,
and now she was coming right next to me in
a returned the favor. When her orgasm subsided, we engaged
in some small talk with her and her boyfriend, exchanging
names and compliments. That's when miss L asked if she
could touch rosalie breast. I couldn't blame her. She had
a very full and large breast that were still perky.
If I didn't know for the fact they were natural.
I'd have been sure they were implants, that's how perfect
her breasts were. They both answered with an empathetic guess
and invited me to join in. Before long, both of
us were on either side of her, sucking her nipples.
We'd continued her guy fuck her until she came again.
Then we all adjoined to the bar with some much
needed hydration. Miss l and I were against the wall
near the bar, having a drink and wrapping our heads
around what happened. We felt like the life of the
party suddenly, as they were playing when we filled the room,
and as soon as we left, we noted just about
everyone left right after us. Suddenly a voice next to
me said, you two put on quite a show. I
was turned and was dumbstruck to see a pirate girl
was talking to me. Huh was all my tongue tied
brain could muster before I sheeplessly replied, oh, thanks. Thankfully,
Miss El swooped in and saved me. Don't mind, Julie,
she's still a little foggy from before. We didn't see
you in there. Well, there wasn't any room on the bed,
so we just had to watch along The wall. I'm
Marie and this is Ron, she said, introducing both her
and her boyfriend. I was completely smitten. All four of
us headed to the dance floor for some more chatting
and flirting. I made sure to keep myself between Ron
and miss l as I could instantly tell his marmy
nature was already creating her. Luckily, the dazzling Marie was
more than enough to dominate our tensions. Before too long,
we noticed that the dance floor was emptying out, and
we decided to go find out why. We entered the
back room, which was nearly as large as the main
entrance floor. The main difference was almost the entire floor
space was taking up with a mattress. There was only
a narrow walkway around it. And this this scene, it
was exactly what people expected when people say orgy. There
was one group of three or four male female couples
totally naked, fucking and fondling each other in one corner
of the room. A large distance away. In the middle,
Rosalie was riding her reverse cowgirl while another guy lay
next to him being blown by a slender blonde that
I hadn't seen all night. Fuck. Yes, let's go, baby,
I blurted out to Ron, but crass as he was,
I couldn't disagree. Marie let me by the hand and
I led miss L. We started to strip down, leaving
her stockings on but nothing else. A battle of clothes
in the corner I hoped would be able to find later.
Marie hadn't taken off her mask as well, and she
was even more beautiful than I had imagined. Her half
Japanese half European features were strikingly atypical to me, and
though she was a runner, she did not have a
slender body I tend to expect with runners. Instead, her
voluptuous body was soft yet toned, and I just wanted
to be lost in her completely. In that moment, I
leaned out to kiss her, and she passionately returned my kiss,
before pulling miss L to kiss her as well. Miss
L looked at me through the kiss and asked if
this was okay. I quickly nodded. Even though this was
breaking one of our prior rules, I couldn't have cared less.
In fact, it was the opposite. Seeing Miss L embraced
the gorgeous stranger sat me my passions ablaze. What came
next was a blur of bodies, brass, pussies and cocks.
I'd be lying if I knew who was doing what
to me. And when miss L was eating out Marie
while I was eating her and Ron was fucking me.
Then when I got turned around, I grabbed Missselle's tits
and pulled at her nipples, only to realize they weren't
miss Elle's, they were Rosalies. So I continued to give
my attention to Rosalie and tonguing her clip while she
was riding another cock, who's I couldn't say. Then miss
L pulled me over to Marie, who was sucking Wrong's cock,
and told me I just had to taste her. And
when I did, Wow, she tasted heavenly and as such
a small, tight, smooth pussy. I could still vividly remember
every aspect of it inside and out to this day.
And as I bathed in the splender of Marie, I
could feel miss L pull my o in the air
and another set of hands grabbed my ass and spread
me wide. I kept my focus on Marie and tried
to steady myself as truly massive cock rammed into my
soak pussy and started fucking me while miss Ol lay
under me, sucking on my tits. The slender Bob had
joined us and was fingering and rubbing Miss Owl, yet
to another orgasm. This whole menagerie of sex continued till
four am, when the guards of the club announced it
was closing and we needed to make our way to
the exit. Fortunately they were kind and allowed us to
have a few moments to gather our wits and our clothes.
We've been having sex for hours and didn't want it
to end, but all good things must come to end,
or so he thought. Murray turned to us and said,
you know I lived just down the block. Do you
want to join us for after party? We both jumped
at the chance, and made it even better was that
Rosalie and her guy were joining us as well. Back
at Maury's house. We quickly went to our bedroom and
each pared off with our partner. At first, Murray was
nice enough to let miss El borrow a dildo to
use on me. So there was Murray, Loews and Lee
and I. We were each on all fours on the
bed being fucked by our partners, reaching out to play
with each other's tits and kiss as we were fucked
In turn, then each switched partners in turn, so the
three of us just being passed round to the guys
in the room, which was incredibly hot, then at the
end went back to our partner for a final orgasm
of their own. I made sure to make Miss l
cream and forced her to come just as much she
made me. At the beginning of the night, with the
exhaustion overtaking us, we just lounged on the bed lazily
groping each other as we finally chatted to get to
know on each other better. The night, well, it was
seven am at this point, finally came to a close
and I stopped at the diner for a much needed
nourishment and to process everything that had just happened. We
broke nearly every rule we had, and we were fine
with it, better than we were happy we did it.
It went better than our wildest expectations of both of
us had. The biggest did that fucking just happen? Gren
on our faces the rest of the morning, your breathless
little cumslat This story was or is one of Darcy's favorites.
It was, oh, I don't know, at least over a
year ago, but it was about two women exploring and
breaking out of their boundaries and setting rules. And I
find it interesting that, you know, people do they break
out and decide to see where this is going, you know,
maybe break some rules. Questions from my author, what was
the single hottest unexpected moment for you, the massive cock
while you were buried in Marie or watching miss l
lose herself with a stranger. Would you break those rules
again next time? Or do you want to keep some
boundaries to make the breaking even hotter. It's funny because
when I talked to couples that are in the lifestyle,
everybody's always had the rules and usually the first one's
no kissing, right, And I always the ones that have
been in the longest, I always ask them, what's you know?
When did what was the first rule broke? And why?
And do you still have Obviously they have boundaries, like
one they never they always go back to bed together,
So there's that one a couple others they're like, no,
no rules, we trust each other. So there's that. So
then I got to thinking and for my couples out there,
they like to explore with other couples and everything else,
what do you do to reground yourself? To reconnect yourself
from your couple. I'm interested in that as well. In
my listeners, have you ever had a monkey sea monkey
doo moment that turned into quite a scene at a
total debauchery sex club? Spill the details follow the links
in our show notes, and I cannot wait to hear
from more. Dear Nikki. This happened about three years ago
when I was living completely alone in a quiet suburban neighborhood.
The house next door belonged to a gorgeous, intensely athletic
guy in his mid thirties and his wife. He was
exactly my type, tall, broad shouldered, and always working out
in his garage with a door open. We had a
bit of a casual neighborly banter, but the sexual tension
between us was absolutely suffocating every single time we spoke.
One hot summer afternoon, his wife went out of town
for a long weekend trip. I was sitting on my
front porch in a tiny sun dress and no wonder
wear on, deliberately trying to get his attention while he
mowed his lawn. Our eyes locked, and within ten minutes,
he walked straight across the grass, pulled me up by
my hips without saying a single word, and pushed me
right through my own front door. He locked the door
behind us, pinned me against the wall, and completely took over.
He didn't waste time with small talk or romance. He
just grabbed my hair, forced me down on my knees
right there in the interry away, and throat fucked me
until I was completely breathless and drooling. The sheer dominance
of it completely broke me. After he ruined my mouth,
he dragged me into the living room, bit me flat
over the back of the couch, and ripped my sun
dress right open. He wasn't wearing protection. In the second
his thick, heavy shaft slammed into my tight walls. I
completely lost my mind. He just hammered me raw from
behind and for what felt like ours, his chest pressing
against my back while the kitchen counter and couch shook.
Right when he was about to blow, he buried himself
and absolutely to the hilt, bought him out right against
my cervix, and dumped his entire massive load deep inside
my guts. I could literally fill his balls pulsing while
he painted my womb and thick with a seed. He
left me on shivering gaping and completely overflowing with his
cream on the rug while he casually walked back to
his house. We never spoke about it again, but every
time I see him outside now, my pussy still throbs
thinking about how he claimed my body that day. He
used my empty house like his personal breeding ground that
entire weekend. Every few hours he'd come back over, let
himself in with a spare key I accidentally left out,
and take me again, sometimes bending me over the kitchen island,
other times pinning me against the hallway, once waking me
up in the all the night by sliding into me
while I was still half asleep. He never asked, He
just used me, filled me, and left me leaking his
cumload every single time my Sunday evening. I lost count
how many loads he pumped into me, and I loved
every filthy second of it. Signed your married Neighbor's breathing toy, Hello, captain,
how are you? I liked this? This was kind of kinky,
you know, very risky too, the power dynamic. There's no conversation.
He just come over and takes what he wants and
then just leaps a lot of women. We like that.
I'm a lot of men too right, especially if you're
like in the middle of and you don't want to
have anything kind of sexy. If you ask me and
questions from my author, how many times did you actually
come over that weekend? Did you ever worry about getting
pregnant or the risk part of the thrill? And have
you ever repeated it? Since I mean you didn't say.
You kind of led me to believe not ever again,
but you never know. I mean, it's been a while
since rode in. And questions for my listeners. Would you
let your hot married neighbor turn your house into his
personal breeding spot? Have you ever had a secret no
words attached fling with someone living right next door? Nope,
too close to comfort for me. Remember, you can send
your own confessions to Nikki and Ikky at Dearniki dot com,
anonymously through our website at darnicki dot com under my
confessions tab and join us over on our discord channel
Monday through Saturday eight pm or some naughty hot topics.
How you doing? How's your Monday? Mine's been okay, it
could be better. Well, we had someone in here earlier,
but they before I could say hello. What was in
the middle of a story and they popped right back out.
So I get it. You know, maybe not the first
cold time. She won't be the only one in the room,
but you know, you know me. If you're not, If
you're here, just to listen, tell me and I'll move
right along. I'll greet you and then move right along.
It does not bother me whatsoever. Dear Nikki, My wife
called me into the shower last Thursday night around ten thirty.
We soaked up each other. I lathered her breast up
while she used her hands to wash my cock and balls.
She took long strokes from the tip of pine tick
all the way to my asshole. She easily slid a
finger in, so I politely replied by slipping a finger
into her soapy ass. As my cock stiffened, her pussy
got wet, and not just from the water. She then
bent over and told me to slide my shaft into
her wet, puffy pussy. She pushed me against me, shoved
me against the back wall, and I grinded against me
as hard as she could. Just before I was about
to explode, she pulled away from me and said that
it was time for me to fuck her on the
bed We quickly toweled off and went to the bad
She laid down, spread her legs and told me to
eat her pussy before fucking her. I obliged with no hesitation.
She smelled wonderful and tasted even better. No sooner than
I began to suck on her clip, she came all
over my mouth with my sweet juices all over my mouth.
I got on my knees and buried myself balls deep
into her soaking, wet love hull. I thrust fast and
hard and knew I wasn't going to last long. Within
five minutes, my cock was so swollen we both knew
it was time for me to blow my load. She
told me to stand at the foot of the bed
because she wanted to watch me come again. I obliged
with no hesitation. I struck my cock card as she
fingered her pussy, and when I was ready, she told
me to come on the towel that she had laid
on the bed. She told me to come on her feet,
and upon hearing this, I loaded my warm come all
of her sweet feet. It was incredible and about the
best twenty minutes we spent the entire day. I love
fucking my wife, and she knows exactly how to get
me off, and I always do my best to make
her come for hubby too, your devoted foot painting hupby.
Hello there, I liked this right, love hoole. I love
hole is a lot better than like meat channel or
you know whatever else people say. I've got to give it.
I can handle love hole just saying uh not in
the channel. But we've had it in the confession once
and I was like you and I kept picturing, okay
on a warning label here if you're eating stop, I
keep picturing like Arby's roast beef, like cawt, you know,
folds off the you know, folds onto the sandwich. Yeah,
now you know why I did my warning label. I'm
like mine's quite pink and not cooked. Sorry to my author.
What was your favorite way she teases you in the shower,
the long strokes to your ass or the way she
grinds against you on the wall. Have you ever returned
the favor and give her a long, big load on
her feet or somewhere else when she least expects it.
Into my listeners, what's the hottest, quickie but filthy session
you've ever had with your partner lately. Remember I read
every confession, just follow the show notes and put it
in there. Ew no Arby's. No, what is the best
thing in Arby's? I haven't had? Actually, the last time
I had Arby's, they had like they had a BLT
and it was a It was like a peppered sweet bacon.
It was so good. But I don't think they have
it anymore. We're not the one I had in the original.
So I like a good belt. I'm still not craving armies.
I don't care what you say, Dear Nikki. I just
started this guy my husband now, and we were about
two months into the relationship, so things were getting a
bit more serious. We arranged to see each other on
a Friday afternoon after work. On my way to him,
I got a call from a friend asking me to
swing by for a quick drink. It was quite early,
as I finished up for work sooner than usual, around
two pm, so I thought why not. When I got there,
my friend opened up for me about not wearing a shirt.
He was very well built, so it was a welcoming sight.
We had a couple drinks before I noticed he was
getting late and I messaged my boyfriend that I was
running eight because I had to pick something up from
a friend that I borrowed. I was getting really turned
on by him, and the alcohol only worsened it. At
one point, while getting up from the couch, he firmly
grabbed my ass. I just looked at him over my
shoulder and smiled at him. It got my pussy wet,
and he knew it. I was wearing a tight formal
trousers and a button blouse that was showing a lot
of cleavage. I went into the bathroom and he went
and got back. I took a seat on his lap.
He didn't waste time pushing his hand up my thighs,
so it was pressed up against my pussy. We started
making out frantically, and he ripped off my clothes in
the process. I lost two buttons in my trousers zipped ripped.
He started rubbing my clit and licked my nipples. I
remember how I loved feeling him get hard underneath me.
I could hear my phone going off non stop in
the background, but I couldn't be bothered. I got on
my knees with him still sitting on the couch, pulled
down his pants, making his big cock fling out. I
barely started teasing his cock, and then he pushed my
head down and taking it down my throat. After choking
on it for a minute or two, he pulled me up,
bent me over the couch, trousers and panties pulled down.
I spread my lips open wide for him, and then
he plunged into me, fucking me hard and rough. As
I filled him. Getting close, I pushed back onto him,
pushing him over the line. I could feel him stark
to pulsate and filling me up with coum. My phone
started ringing again, so without really thinking, I pulled up
my panties and got dressed. He gave me a kiss
on the jink, and I hopped back in my car.
It was some time after five pm, with a bunch
of messages asking me where I am. I felt bad,
but I was still very horny. I decided to drive
straight to my boyfriend and make an excuse when I
get there. On the way, I started dripping comb and
I could feel my panties getting completely soaked, so I
pulled off the road and took them off. When I
got there, I apologized for being late, and Nat didn't
pay attention to the time. He then continued to ask
me what happened to my blouse. I told him someone
to try me thye me in the pool and it
accidentally got ripped. I don't think he fully believed me,
but he dropped the issue. Nonetheless. I'm still freakishly horny,
and as soon as we got inside, I started kissing
him and fondling his balls. He stuck his hand down
my trousers and I could see the very surprised look
on his face. But before he could say anything, I
got down on my knees with his cock in my mouth.
It wasn't long before we both got undressed, him throwing
me onto the bed, spreading my legs wide open. He
dived in head first and started licking my pussy. It
felt absolutely amazing, and I couldn't get enough of him.
I pulled his head into me and making his tongue
slide up my used pussy, and then I got on
top and mounted a hard clock. The sloppy, wet mess
wade everything one hundred times better. I'm not a multiple
orgasm kind of girl, but that day I am three
signed your naughty cum filled little cheater. Hello there, I
don't think if I was going to do this, I'd
go get cream byed and then come home. I think
if I was going to do something like this, I
totally would make sure it's cleaned, unless that's what my
partner wanted, of course, But you know, there's just something
tacky about it. I don't know. I don't know. Maybe
maybe I could, who knows, and maybe you wouldn't be
able to tell, because it's even if I get around,
I'm really flad anyway, so who knows that you'd be
able to tell? Right? Questions for my listeners and my author,
what was the biggest rush feeling your boyfriend unknowingly eat
another man's come out of you? Well, the fact you
still came three times on top of it? To do
you ever find out the truth about that day or
does the secret still turn you on when you fuck him?
And my listeners, have you ever gone to your partner
with another person's come still inside you or on you?
And how did it feel? And did they notice? Send
your own confessions to Nikki at Nikky at dearerniki dot
com anonymously through our website at Dearniki dot com under
the confessions tab and join us over on our Discord
channel Monday through Saturday, eight pm Central Standard time for
nanny Shenanigans with me, I'm being flirted with because he's
in the room alone with me, just saying, dear Nikki.
I'm a widower who has raised a beautiful, educated young woman.
She's a twenty two year old recent college graduate, and
I couldn't be prouder. My wife passed away three years
ago and I have not remarried. It's been hard, but
we've taken it one day at a time. Last month,
my daughter had to sleep over with two of her friends,
all of them twenty one and twenty two. I went
to sleep that night and woke up to someone crawling
underneath my cover. I felt them undoing the front of
my boxer's and became instantly hard. Before I felt a
warm mouth wrap around my head and start bobbing up
and down. I could feel that she was only wearing
a T shirt, her nipples were hard and panties, yes,
she was wet. It was dark, so I couldn't see
who it was. In the moment, I wasn't thinking. I
pulled her up and she immediately sat down on me,
guiding my dick inside her. My eyes rolled into the
back of my head. It was the tightest pussy I'd
ever felt. I pulled her down, rolled on top of her,
and put her knees above her head, so she proceeded
to fuck the shit out of her. She started moaning,
and I just put a hand over her mouth. I
just listened to her quiet moans and her pussy squelching
as she rammed against me while I I plowed under her.
She started shaking, and I came immediately inside her after that,
uncovering her mouth to kiss her. She sucked on my
tongue and I continued to fuck. My comment to her,
it was the most intense pleasure I've ever felt. I
made mussel keep fucking her and ended up coming again.
Barely anything came out, but her pussy was like a
vice that I never wanted to leave. We rolled again
with her on top of me. She called up, pressing
her face against my neck, gently licked me while we
both caught our breath. We just held on to each other,
with her arms tightly wrapped around my neck and her
legs on either side. I fell asleep, feel in my
cumb drip out of her on my stomach that morning,
I woke up to my door shutting. I made breakfast
for all of us, and I have no idea which
of the girls I fucked. They were both very attractive,
but they have a similar body shapes and curly hair.
Both at home later that day, neither came up and
said anything to me. Yours confused but still throbbing. Whatever. Okay, guys, hello, A,
how are you if if this happened to you? You
know now this was my favorite? I mentioned this is
when this aired before I know it has, and this
is one of my favorites. It's been a while, but
it's one of my favorites. I've been until Darcy start
putting some of my favorites in the East by the Way,
as requested. I found it really hot. But my question
always comes back to this, how did you not have
any windows in your room? That I mean, because even
like like the little bit of light that comes in,
you should be able to see something. It just that's
the part I can't get through my head even with this,
even though how hot it is, would this be something
I do? Possibly if I knew I could get away
with it and sneak out. And because this is hot,
you know and to pull it off. This is like
a bang heist to even pull it off. Questions for
my author, do you have any suspicions about which friend
it was or have you noticed any flirty vibes ever since?
And would you want to find out or does the
mystery make it hotter? I like the mystery because the
mystery could be anybody you know. It doesn't even have
to be that's true. Maybe you didn't have glasses on
or his contact send. Yeah, I didn't think that Sam
good up closed but far away. You don't want me
to do that. That's scary. That is scary. He's taken
a road trip with a brit and not in being
directionally challenged, which is a true story. And for my listeners,
have you ever had an anonymous or who was that
sex in the dark? Did you ever figure it out?
Spill your details in my show links he I can't
wait to hear your deal Tels boy, that came out
a tongue blisted? Could you imagine though, like you couldn't
see them because of glasses of what not? I totally
go with it, just saying, dear Nicky, my wife's pussy
has become completely dried up, even with plenty of lube.
It hurts when I try to push inside. I love
her too much to cause her any pain, so real
penetration is off the table. I still eat her out
almost every night, licking and sucking her clit until she
comes hard on my tongue, sometimes twice. But she won't
suck me anymore, and she barely even wants to watch
me jack off. After I make her come, I just
kneel over her, strive myself, shoot my load onto her
soft belly while she watches. That's been our sex life
for years now. Over time, my own dick stopped getting
properly hard. I still jerk off to finish, but I
can't get a firm enough for penetration anymore. I refused
to cheat on her with another woman. That line I
wouldn't cross. My wife is sixty seven, and it seems
perfectly content never having real sex again. But I missed
the closeness so badly. I missed the heat of another
body against mine, the sweat, the kissing, the raw physical intimacy.
So I found another outlet. I started meeting married men,
four of them so far. Two are straight leaning, the
other two are cross dressers. Who actually preferred to top.
I was surprised at first. I assumed cross dressers always
wanted to be fucked, But these two loved nothing more
than bending me over and sliding their cocks deep inside me. God,
I never expected to love it so much. The first
time one of them pushed his thick cock into my ass,
I was nervous. But the moment he bottomed out and
started thrusting, something clicked, the fullness, the heat, thoughy his
balls slapped against me. I was hucked. I crave the
body contact. Now, chest pressed to chuck, gather strong hands
gripping my hips, mouths locked while he pumps into me.
There's something so intimate about looking into another man's eyes
while he fox me. My favorite part is when they come.
Most of them don't pull out. I love feeling their
cocks throb and swell inside me right before they unload
that first hot spurt, then the second and the third,
as they shoot rope after rope of thick com deepen
my ass. I can actually feel every pulse. It makes
me moan like a slut. Sometimes they stay inside me afterward,
softening slowly while their loads leak out around their clock.
I've learned to push out their com so I can
feel it dripping down my balls and thighs. It's filthy
and addictive. Afterward, I always go home, shower and still
take care of my wife. I bury my face between
their legs and liquor to orgasm, even with another man's
load still warm inside me. She has no idea, and
I plan to keep it that way. I get the
physical intimacy of raw fucking I need, and I stay
faithful to the woman I love in every way that
matters to her. I never thought i'd be married man
in his late sixties regularly taking four different cocks up
my ass. But here I am happier and more sexually
satisfied than I have been in years. Signed your secret
come hungry bottom, Hubby. This is something when I when
I talk to women that are older, This is my
tribute to men here or even other women. We're not twenty,
and as we age through the decades, I'm even learning
at forty eight. Yeah, that number that my body is
not does not respond the same as it did earlier.
There's times I feel like that it takes me long
longer to get there, But when I do get there,
the organisms are this is the stimulation or sex, not
using my trusty dusty toy that I have lost now
officially I went looking for last night. I lost it. Anyway,
what I'm saying is we have to relearn ourselves. It's
about relearning what feels good. Some things that felt great
before are not may not or might not feel as
good now. And as we age our body ages, we're
not the same person. We're not the same person, you know,
we're definitely not as young. So keeping our body intimate
we absolutely should. For our partner, we absolutely should, because
there's masturbation only gets as so far, eating pussies only
getting so far. The actually intimacy of sex, the physical,
the physicality yet is what connects us and I get
the dryness, I absolutely do. I don't have that problem yet,
but not doing anything about it, which I'm assuming because
it was not mentioned in the letter. You need to
We need to step up as women and try everything,
is what I'm saying. So off my soapbox and for
my listeners, or my question for my author, actually, have
you which of the four guys fuck you the best?
The one with the sickest cock, the one who lasts
the longest, or the cross dresser who's especially passionate. Have
you ever taken two of them at the same time
or is that something you'll fantasize about or on your
bucket list? And for my listeners, if you're in a
sexless or low sex marriage, how do you handle your needs?
Have you found a creative or secret outlet? Like this?
Send your own confessions to Nikki and Ikky at Dear
Nikki dot com anonymously through our website at Dear Nikki
dot com under the Confessions tab, and don't forget join
us over on Discord Monday through Saturday eight pm for
some naughty exploration. Who this was kind of filthy tonight
made me actually think, I don't like think in this
light from my own cum drenched weekend, which I basically went,
it's I'd actually use my wand and not my womanizer
because I've lost my mormonizer. That's all I'm gonna say.
It's been a were black all weekend kind of day.
So when I find it, all, you know, to sneaking
around and taking one of my girlfriend's boyfriends who slipped
up sir, So I didn't do that. That story was
not in here. Maybe it was a confession that's not
in here. Sorry, to the mass sex club that started
with one tongue and ended up to a full blown
all night orgy. To the married neighbor who used his
hot neighbor's house like a personal breeding ground. We heard
from the risk ski cheater who feed his boyfriend another
man's fresh load straight from our dripping pussy. A confused
widower who still doesn't know which of his daughter's friends
rode him senseless in the dark, a devoted husband secretly
taking load after load in his ass from a married
man while staying load loyal at home. And even more,
some beautiful, loving married sex proves that sparks can still
ply after decades later. So what have we learned tonight?
Desire doesn't die, It adapts, It gets creative. He finds
cracks in the rules and explodes them through. Sometimes that's
meant breaking every bound in sight. Sometimes that means protecting
the love you have while secretly feeding the hunger. You
can't ignore the risk, the secrecy, the thrill of getting
away with it. Those are often the hottest parts of all,
whether you're the one stealing pleasure in the shadows or
the one who quietly rewriting the rules of your own marriage.
The most important thing is owning what makes you throb. Okay,
it's time for our naughty raddle. You weren't here. I
don't know how I lost it. It was in my
drawer and now it's not in my drawer, so I
do not know. But here's your riddle. We'll let you know.
You're officially tied with Betty. Betty got two in a row.
Now she's been on. Just let you know. I'm soft
when I start, but I'm hard when I finish. People
like to use me often and sometimes for fun. What
am I? I'm gonna repeat it again because I'm feeling
you're needed again. I'm soft when I start, but I'm
hard when i'm finished. People like to use often and
sometimes for fun. What am I? No? Not garden hole?
Garden holes? I was like, what the fuck is a
garden hole? No, it's not a garden hose either. Neither one.
Won't try again, it seeman. I don't know how you
ceement for one, but apparently you can. I don't know.
I guess you can build things like pools and cement
for your swing sets and for your playrooms. I don't know.
I'm not a cement. It's time for your naughty duck
and eleen against the cool granite countertop in Emma's lakeside cabin.
My heart was pounding with that familiar we could rush.
If my girlfriends only knew the filthy truth, they'd probably
never let me near their men again. But that's exactly
what makes my pussy throb every single time. The risk,
the secrecy, the way I steal their boyfriend's cocks right
under their noses. I've done it with five, maybe six
of them now. Each one started the same, a lingering stare,
an accidental brush of my tits against their arm, a
whispered dirty promise while their girlfriends laughed in the next room,
And every single time they came in pumping me full
of until tripping with their come and guilt. This weekend
getaway was going to be no different. Emma had invited
the whole crew, Me, Sasha, Lisa, Rachel all their boyfriends
to the cabin for three days of relaxation. I don't
reflect two of them four. Oh wait, you were not
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one of the perks. So tell me you're gonna slip
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Go on over to patreon dot com portslast Dear Nikki
for more details to links in the show notes. And
that's it tonight, my naughty little comsluts. If any of
these stories got you hot and bothered, send your confessions
to Nikki and ikk Y at jerniky dot com, anonymously
at the website at jerneky dot com under the confessions tab,
and join us over on our discord channel Monday through
Saturday eight pm Central Standard time for notice shenanigans with
other sexplortives just like yourself. Make sure you to leave review,
share your own confessions, and tune in next time for more.
Stay horny, stay safe, and keep making bad decisions for
all the right reasons. This is Nikki signing off. Good night,
my filthy friends.