Speaker 1: Welcome to Nikki after Dark, where your naughtiest confessions come
to life. I'm your host, Nikki, and to night, We're
exploring rock, first time cravings, sneaky for your stick yourses,
and the filthy thrill of being claimed right before date night.
Picture yourself in a stranger's s u V with a
porn playing softly, leaning over the console, and wrapping your
lips around his cock for the very first time. Imagine
lying awake in your tent, heart racing as thin fabric
walls separate you from laughing girls next door. And the
harp pounding moment when your hot wife slips away for
a quikie with a divorced neighbor right before your date night.
That and so so much more. All Right, loves, here's
the lister question that hit my in box. So I
don't know how I should feel about this guy I
fucked with before last time. While he was fucking me,
he mentioned he's bisexual. Mike, out of the blue thoughts,
and how did you that revelation make you feel in
the moment, turned on, jealous, surprised, or something else Entirely
with knowing your partner is by change how you play
with them or the fantasies you explore together. And have
you ever had a sexual partner or feel something about
their desires midfuck that might completely have shifted the energy. Okay,
since this actually was directed at me, I'm going to
answer anytime a partner opens up and tells you what
they crave sexually, especially when it's not something may lead
with right from the start. That's a really vulnerable intimate gift.
If it's new to you or you're not sure how
you feel about it. There's absolutely nothing I'm wrong with
pausing and saying give me a second to wrap my
head around that. There's no perfect timing for these conversations,
so take all the time you need and ask for grace.
If you enjoy fucking them, get curious and asked questions.
Maybe he just wanted you to know and doesn't necessarily
need you to participate, or maybe he's picturing you in
the middle of a steamy threesome or watching him with
another guy or something else entirely. You won't know until
you ask, So my've learning advice. Take your time, stay open,
and have fun exploring it together. Keep us posted on
how it all unfolds. I'm dying to hear what happened next,
and you can always send your thoughts or questions straight
to me at Nikky and Ikky at Dearnicki dot com,
anonymously on the website at Dearnicki dot com under our
confessions tab, or drop them in our discord channel. I
read every single one of them, and I can't wait
to hear your perspectives. Well, hello, Sean. You know if
you're here like two seconds before this, you would have
heard the brit make my pussy very wet. Just say hello, A,
how are you all right? It's time for my favorite
part of the show. It's time for your naughty sounding retal. Okay,
we're ready. I start with the letter P as in Paul.
I'm stiff and hard. Women really love to get their
hands on me, and sometimes it takes two hands to
play with me. What am I? And again you'll have
that answer at the very end of our show. I
tied his hands before we started. Sorry, you know what
time it is. It's time to sit back, relax. Let's say,
have a whiskey with some filthy cherries, of course, and
explore some moronic fantasies from people just like you and me.
Dear Nikki. Tonight was another perfect hot wife date, the
kind that leaves my body humming for days. It started
with that delicious slow build of excitement as I texted
my bowl, my fingers trembling just a little while I've
described exactly what I wanted him to do to me later.
The anticipation made my pussy ache before he even touched me.
Every flirty message, every dirty promise, prank out the heat
until I was soaked just thinking about him. When he
finally arrived, he took control in that commanding way I crave,
his eyes, darkening fur as he looked through my drawer
and picked out the perfect lingerie for me. Sheer, black lace,
steady that clung to my curves, the fabric so delicate
it barely hid my hardening nipples, the growing wetness between
my thighs. I slipped it on for him, feeling the
hungry stare trace every inch of my body, his hands
brushing my skin as he adjusted the straps, teasing me
with light touches that promised so much more. He took
his time in dressing me just enough, his mouth hot,
insistent on my neck, my breasts, my inner thighs, tasting
and licking until I was moaning and grinding against him.
The sex was incredible, deep powerful thrusts that filled me completely,
his cock stretching me in all the right ways while
I clung to his shoulders. Our bodies slicked with sweat
and the room filled with the wet sounds of skin
slapping skin, and my breathless cries. I came hard around him,
waves of pleasure crashing through me as he growled my knee,
pounding me deeper until he flooded my pussy with his
hot load. Afterward, I hurried back home to the heavy,
still dripping with my bulls.
Speaker 2: Come.
Speaker 1: The criming was real, fire Hubby's tongue and caught diving
into my creamy, well fuck pussy, tasting the feeling every
reminder that night I was out his possessive thrust of
mixing our juices together until I shattered again in his arms. God,
the contrast, the connection, the pure, filthy bliss of it
all left me glowing signed your secret hot life, craving more.
I like this for those of us are not us,
but those that like to reclaim and send their partner outs,
regardless of who they are, to have some fun and
come home, Hm, the intoxicating hot wife thrill so perfectly,
the electric build up, the bulls commanding touch. I love
how it celebrates the freedom and the connection of your dynamic.
It's raw, consensual and incredible arousing. I have to admit
that in for my listeners. Have you ever let your
bull choose your lingerie for a date, or felt that
special spark when your partner reclaims you. What's the one
detail from your own hot wife adventures that always gets
you dripping wet with excitement. Drop your own thoughts or
confessions below, or follow my show links for more information.
Dear Nikki, my new neighbor had been giving me those
hungry eyes, lingering looks for weeks, the kind that made
it clear exactly what he wanted. One evening, he finally
invited me over under the pretense of borrowing a tool.
But the second the door closed behind us, the air
thickened with ra all desire. He confessed breathlessly that he
had been fantasized about me fucking him, his voice shaking
as he pressed closer, hands already tugging at my shirt.
I took my time, teasing him, running my palms, his body,
feeling him tremble while I whispered I was going to
stretch that tide ass and fill it deep. His moans
grew louder, and I bent him over the couch, spreading
his cheeks and working my thick cock against to see
her hole sliding an end inch by inch until he
was gasping and pushing back for more. The sex was
intense and primal, my hips snapping forward, bearing myself balls
deep in his warm, gripping ass with every thrust. The
slick sounds of lube and skin filled room mixed with
his desperate whimpers in my low groans. As I pounded
him harder, gripping his hips and watching his body shake
with pleasure. He came untouched, clinching around me so perfectly
that I couldn't hold back. I left a massive, throbbing
load deep in his ass, pumping every drop inside him
while he shuddered and begged for it. The whole time,
my gay cock waited patiently at home, knowing exactly where
I was and what I was doing. The thought of
him sitting there hard and aching only made me fuck
our new neighbor even more thoroughly. When I finally came home,
still smelling like sacks. My cock's eager eyes told me
the reclaiming would be just as delicious. Signed your secret
neighbor top So the bold new neighbor situation seduction kind
of thing, the deep pounding, the awareness of your guy
cock being at home. Interesting huh, though I'm confused. You
started off by saying he came over, but then I'm
confused on the the whole. That's okay. I get the jill.
I get the jill here, the dominance and release of
a shared king at home without any shame. I love
this consensual heat here and for my listeners, have you
ever hooked up with a neighbor that carried the secret
thrill home to your partner? What's the hardest part for
you to build up with someone new, filling them up
or knowing your cock or waiting partner is at home again.
Share your own fantasies with me directly in my links below,
or if you're a live drop them in the discord chat.
Dear Nikki, I just have to let it all out.
This was my first time sucking a cock and it
was everything I didn't know I needed a guy I
barely know pick me up in his suv engine still
humming as he pulled out into a quiet spot. Porn
was already playing on his phone, the wet sounds and
moans filling the cabin, making my heart race. The tension
built slowly, my mouth watering as I stared at the
bulge in his pants. I couldn't wait any longer. I
leaned over the center console, my hands shaking with excitement
as I freed his cock and wrapped my lips around it.
The taste of him was intoxicating, warm skin and that
muff scheme masculine scent, feeling my senses while I bobbed
my head, swirling my tongue and taking him deeper. He
barely got all the way hard before he was groaning,
hips twitching. He shot his thick load straight down my throat.
I swallowed every drop, feeling the hot pulses against my tongue,
the salty sweet flavor exploding in my mouth as I
kept sucking, gently milking him until he was spent. Now
I can't stop thinking about it. I want more. I
went to fill another cock, shooting its load in my
mouth to taste that rush again and again. Signed your
secret first time cocksucker, Ah sucking a cock for a
first time. I was. I was reading this, I was
trying to remember the first time I sucked a cock,
and I actually can't. It'll come to me later. Does
anybody remember their first time they went down or sucked?
You know, I don't remember my first time oral? Jobe, Sorry,
can't really talk about mine. Porn in the front seat
on the phone, and this when as soon as she
said that, I started thinking about I was up late
one night and you know how you just kind of
browse TV having to land on cops and they pulled
over the sky with this watching porn, had porn running
on his little screen in his car, so kind of
reminded me of that. So yeah, I could say it's
kind of hot though, with any porn blame in the car.
Maybe For listeners, what's the first time sucking a cock like?
Or what's holding you back from trying it? Have you
ever tried a quick anonymous oral encounter that left you
hooked and hungry for the next load. Share your stories
or fantasies below. I love hearing all of them. Oh
hang on a last, guys, I keep hearing my mess
to just go off. I'm like lame me alone, Jennicky,
I feel extra horny whenever we go camping because my
need for voyeurism can so easily be satisfied. There's just
something about those thin tent walls, nothing but small layer
of fabrics separating me from anyone else. It's not even
really about seeing nudity or sex. It's a thrill of
peeping on their conversations and secretly hoping they turned deliciously knotty,
voices dropping low with whispered desires that make my cock
twitch in the dark. Last night, I went camping, and
it took forever to fall asleep. I lay there listening
to these girls in the nearby tent, laughing and having
a good time, their voices caring so clearly through the fabric.
I kept imagining slipping over there, pressing close to the wall,
heart pounding as I strained to catch every word, fantasize
about them getting boulder touching themselves while they talked. It
felt pretty creepy, so I stayed butt. But the more
I thought about how much I loved the voyeuristic rush,
the harder it was to drift off. My mind raced
with possibilities, my body flushed with restlessness, the cock half
hard against my sleeping back. Eventually, about thirty minutes after
crawling into bed, my body finally crashed. I told my
wife about it afterward, and she says she still gets
it still. I'd love to actually catch something hot or hell,
even be invited into a stranger's tant for a night.
A guy can dream signed your secret camping foyer. I
like this. This was actually not that I don't believe
in any of the others, but it was. I think
it brought something common curiosity into the picture, because I
don't know about you. When I check into hotel room,
I'm always lying because there's somebody fucking on the other
side of the wall. Well they hear me by masturbate
too loud. Oh look, the headboards are screwed to the wall,
so we can't make that go, you know, bang bang bang.
So I think it's naturally, you know, unless you're what's
great about going to like a hotel takeover? You know,
one of those is if you're lucky, and you will
if you like being a boy that way, you know,
go to bed after the dance is over or after
whatever's going on, and you're more than likely going to
get it in stereo, so the top or on the sides,
and if you're lucky, you can hear through the floor
as well. For my listeners, have you ever gotten turned
on by camping sounds or thin tent walls imagining what's
happening next door? Would you sneak a listen or have
you ever been caught or invited in in a similar
fantasy scenario. I think that's, like I said, very common
when it comes to camping, because I think I think
it would be I know, oh I have the times
that I have gone camping, don't like it, but yes,
I think everybody wants to hear that secret conversation. Dear Nikki,
My life as a hot wife on a business trip
is pure delicious freedom, mixed with that constant throbbing undercurrent
of naughty anticipation. Away from home in a sleek hotel room,
far from my everyday routines, I feel that special spark
ignight the moment I slip into something sexy under my
professional clothes. The days are filled with meetings and networking,
but my mind wanders to the possibilities. The attractive stranger
at the bar, the flirty colleague, or the bulls I've
been texting who happens to be in the same city,
every glance, every accidental brush of hands during handshake, since
heat rushing between my thighs. Evenings are when the real
fun begins. I love dressing up, feeling eyes on me
across the lobby, knowing I can indulge in the thrill
of being desired. One night, it might be a passionate
encounter and a dimly lit sweet hands exploring my body, lips, tongues,
teasing every sensitive spot until on moaning and trimming with deed.
The sax is intense and uninhibited, deep thrust, whispered dirty talk,
and the rush of being taken by someone new. While
my wedding ring glints on my finger. I savor every sensation,
the taste of salt of my skin, the sound of
heavy breathing, the slick fullness stretching me open. Afterward, I
always make sure to share every filthy detail with my
husband over the phone or through teasing photos, knowing how
much it excites him. Being a hot life on these
trips reminds me how alive I feel, embracing my desires, confident, sensual,
and completely unashamed. The business trip might be for work,
But the real adventure is mine to claim signed your
secret traveling hot life. I think that's it would be
hard not to. I think if you're a hot wife,
you know, or if you're in an open relationship, not
to play. It'd be easier for me to play if
I had that type of business, or anytime, you know,
working outside to play because I'm away, you know, not
like who I was at a like a conference. I
wouldn't do that, but this maybe be tempting though, right
for my listeners, have you ever explored your hot life
side or open side while traveling for work or maybe
fantasized about it? What's the hottest part for you? The
thrill of the unknown, sharing the details afterward, or the
contrast between boardroom and bedroom. Tell us your own business
trip stories. My lines are open. Email me anytime. Dear Nikki,
you'd rather fuck me when I was twenty four and
single or thirty six and married. That question gets me
so wet because I already know the answer, and it's
the married version of me that burns hotter. Back at
twenty four, I was eager and venturous, sure, with a
tight young body and no responsibilities, taking cock whenever the
mood struck, but there was something missing, the depth, the thrill,
the delicious forbidden edge that only comes with a ring
on my finger. Now, at thirty six, married and fully
embracing my hot wife life, I'm even more intoxicating. My
body has these soft, womanly curves that feel incredible to grab.
My confidence is sky high, and my pussy gets soaked
at the mere thought of being a naughty wife who
craves strange cock. When a bull like you slides into me,
stretching my experienced cunt while my wedding ring presses against
your skin, the contrast hits different. I'm own louder, fuck harder,
and come with shaking legs because I know I'm doing
something so wonderfully filthy. Betraying my vows is the best
possible way of loving every second of it. I'll describe
every detail to my husband later, my voice husky as
I relive how you claim me? What's his? Single?
Speaker 2: Me?
Speaker 1: Was fun? But married me? I'm addictive? So tell me
which version would you rather fuck? Write? Now? Signed your
secret married hot wife temptress? Okay, gentlemen, and the jat
bess up? Which one? I am kind of curious? Want
this one live answered maybe not. I think they're sleeping,
goes cautions for my audience. Would you rather enjoy someone
in their wild singer year single years or as a
confident married, hot wife or hot husband? And what's harder
for you the innocence of you or knowing the thrill
of a taken partner. Hmm. I don't think it's either.
Speaker 2: For me.
Speaker 1: I think it was just the you know, the connection's right,
but that's me, Dear Nikki. Has any one ever given
or gotten to Bjay's backed back with the same person.
I don't mean two girls and one guy. I mean
one eager girl sucking off her man until he comes,
then not stopping and going straight into round two until
he comes again, leaving him wrecked in bed. It's something
desperately I want to try with my wife, though I
can imagine it being quite the workout for her job
in my fantasies, especially for upcoming free use vacation, a
special trip where I'll be her sugar daddy with big
deposits into our account, because spoiling her turns us both on.
I picture pinning her down and shoving her to her
knees without any slow teasing. I just grab her hair
and start fucking her face, using her warm, wet mouth
for my pleasure. When I come the first time, usually fast,
within five to ten minutes. Because she knows exactly how
I like it, I want to simply switch possessions, slide
right back between her lips for round two. I love
to fill her mouth with my load both times, though
I'm open to skipping that if the texture still bothers her.
I know it's just a normal response and not just
about her love for me. We talked a lot about
going way kink here before we have kids, and she
knows how much I crap head above anything else. Yesterday
I fucked her back to back in a bdsum scene
with almost no break after coming, and while she loved it,
it took me the first four or five minutes of
a second round to get fully horny again, even though
I stayed mostly hard. That makes me wonder for those
who've tried back to back bjays, was the second round
still fun in this intense or did post nut clarity
hit and kill the vibe. There's no point of her
jaw aching. I'm just enjoying for every second. I'm excited
to take a load and make this fantasy real on
our trip, but I'd love to hear real experiences first.
Signed your secret double BJ Dreamer.
Speaker 2: Uh I, I would be game for it, but I'm
always tapped meaning no, probably because I given I've been
told and he can fess me out on this.
Speaker 1: I give intense ones. I don't know how to give
like light ones. I only know it's like it's like
my woman, eyer. I only know how to give it
that way, like deep intense where like they're tapping out right.
So now's your time moving for that question, just saying
and for my listeners, have have you ever given or
received back to back blow jobs until he came twice?
And how did the second run round feel when even hotter?
Or did the P and C make it tricky? And
what tips do you have from making it pleasurable for
both partners. Share your experiences in the chat or you
can email them me directly. Dear Nikki, it was supposed
to be our first date, but our divorced neighbor had
other plans for my girlfriend. We were deep in an
open relationship by then. He'd been regularly fucking her and
I often watched That Friday she was in the middle
of doing her makeup when his text came through, she
knew exactly what it meant. After a quick exchange in
my casual no rush, we have time, she shrugged ran
to the bedroom, slipped on a tiny thong and a
short skirt and loose top with no bra. She touched
up her lipstick, then bolted out the door, leaving it cracked.
I closed our friend door and pressed my ear to
the shared wall. Their voices started light and flirty, quickly
turning into giggles. Then came the unmistakable wet, slurping sounds
of her sucking as cock, followed by the rustling and movement. Soon,
the rhythmic clapping of skin on skin filled the air.
As he fucked her hard. The noises grew louder and faster,
the whole wall vibrating, while my girlfriend screamed in pleasure,
begging him to go faster and fuck her harder. It
felt like the building might shake apart. He groaned that
he was going to come. She told him to come
inside her, then quickly changed it to on my face.
There was shuffling, a final loud bone from him, and
wet sounds of release. After some quick talking and a
sharp smack. She was seen knocking on her door just
seven or eight minutes later. When I opened it, she
looked puzzled and why I locked it. A thick streak
of his cup was still glistening in her hair near
her forehead. She scooped it up with a finger, sucked
it clean, and gave me a flirty smile. Our neighbor
really needed me best, sadly, so I agreed to a quickie.
I haven't got him to take a photo for you,
since it's our date. I was rock hard and worked
up the entire evening, insanely turned on that our neighbor
could just take my girl any time he wanted, fuck
her senseless, and send her back to me with this
load on her face. She teased me relentlessly all night,
whispering how full her pussy still felt, asking how it
turned on I was, and daring me to show our
neighbor exactly what he'd done to me. I hope he
was listening through the wall, because I gave him one
hell of a show. Signed your secret listening cook. I
don't have the heart to like go hey, I'm gonna
go tap out, even though I'm getting ready and looking
pretty for you and pushing my blue up and my
bra and all that. I'm gonna hop right next door
and suck him off. I'll be right back. I just
don't have the heart to do that. But I mean,
if it's our thing or if it turned him on
a might, I don't know. It just seems kind of
crass to me. But that's me quickie with the guy
next door. That is definitely hot myfe you know, humilition gold,
the casual text, the lighting faster aw fuck, and her
coming back marked with his cum while you burn with
arousal definitely reminded me of something with Mary, if we
all know the same. For my listeners, have you ever
had or been a quickie right before a date that
left your partner deliciously used? And what's the hottest part
of a neighbor or bull taking your girl on demand?
Share your own thoughts in our chat, or you can
always send them directly to me at Nikki and Ikky
at deerniky dot com, anonymously through our website at Dearniky
dot com under the confessions tab, and I cannot wait
to hear every single one. Dear Niki, we want a
cameraman in our bedroom. The fantasy has been building for months,
having someone right there in the room with us lens
capturing every explicit detail while my husband fox me senseless
or imrita bull. It's not just about recording. It's the
intense thrill of being watched so closely, performing that extra
set of eyes, knowing every moon, every wet slap, and
every drop of cum will be preserved perfectly. I imagine
him quietly moving around the bed, camera steady as my
legs spread wide, my husband's cocks sliding deep inside me
while I lock eyes with the lens. The thought of
someone professional yet turned on, filming us makes my pussy throb.
The vulnerability, the exposure, the added layer of exhibitionism. We've
talked about keep it consensual, respectful, and focused on our pleasure,
but I can stop fantasizing about the wraw, unfiltered footage
we get to watch later. We love to hear real experiences,
good or bad. Has anyone ever invited a cameraman into
their bedroom? Did it heighten the heat and create incredible
memories or did it just kill the vibe with awkwardness
or jealousy. We're eager to learn before we make it
happen signed your secret bedroom filming couple. I have never
had a cameraman, nor I've ever thought about having a
cameraman in my bedroom. So there's my answer. It's not
My miles are varying on this one. And I mean,
I'm sure there are plenty of people, especially the people
that make content on how they get it done right.
I'm sure that there's cameramen that filmed with those places,
and there's got to be people in every state that
does it that'd be willing to do it. That's interesting,
But that's my advice on how to find one that
would be hopefully be turned on and ma remained professional.
But I'm going to tell you, being in the profession
so long, it's always really interesting when I'm sharing content,
especially as I'm getting into this AI project I'm getting
into and you're having someone look at it with you,
and you're looking at it from a clinical point of view,
and they make a comment like, well, she looks like
she's enjoying it. I'm like, so you could tell the
ones that are still newbies to the to our world
when you're not looking through clinical eyes of you know,
judging on what you should should be doing. That's all
I'm saying, Britt for my listeners. Have you ever had
a cameraman or a third person filming in the bedroom?
What made it amazing or what went wrong? Any tips
from making it comfortable and insanely arousing? Drop your experiences
below in the chat, or you can email me direct.
Clay Dear Nikki. I only fuck traditional, masculine and mostly
white men who are comfortable being gay. It's such a
fine line and so damn hard to come by. I
crave that strong, perfect mix. The rugged, straight, passing guy
with a deep voice, strong jaw, and big rough hands
who could still let go and take what he wants
from me without any shame or hesitation. The kind who
will pin me down with the quiet confidence, his thick
cocks sliding between my lips or stretching my ass while
he growls low and dirty. There's something intoxicating about a
man who looks like he belongs on a construction site
or in a boardroom, yet he's a complete at ease
bearing himself. Balls deep and another guy. I love the contrast,
his musculine scent, his grape of stubble against my skin,
the way his muff flex as he fucks me harder,
owning every mole he pulls from me. When I find
one who hits that sweet spot, the sex is electric, raw,
passionate and completely uninhibited. No awkwardness, just pure man on
man pleasure as he fills me up and uses me
exactly how we both need. They are rare, but when
I land one, God, it's so worth the weight. Sign
your secret hunter of masculine gay comfort. Okay my thoughts.
I love a good masculine man. There's nothing, and they
are very hard to find. Not take out. I'm not
looking one to fuck a man, Okay, obviously for me,
But yes, they are very hard to find these days.
And when you can find them, which I have. I
have mine and they're perfectly stocked away and in a
little box for me. But they are out there, so
if you're looking for it. But as I always say,
my description of a quote masculine man and your description
of a man may differ, So what you're looking for
may not be my taste. Blah blah blah blah blah. No,
and on and on, right, same thing goes y lady,
right for my listeners, have you ever had a partner
who perfectly embodied that straight passing but comfortable gay vibe.
What's that combination so arousing for you? Share your experiences
or fantasies about masculine non masculine heat in the chat below,
or you can always email me directly, tier Nikki. This
happened a couple summers ago at our family beach house.
We invited a few close couples to vacation with us,
and the place has fantastic outdoor shower with high privacy walls.
One Sunday afternoon, on a long day at the beach,
we started taking turns rinsing off some inside, some outside.
My wife headed to the outdoor rushower, slipped off her
bikini and enjoyed the warm water cascading over her body.
When she finished, she turned off the water and reached
for a towel, not realizing she was still in there
and not hearing the water running. When our friends opened
the door, we all heard the sudden shouts followed by
bursts of laughter. Later, my wife told me he had
caught her completely naked. She just stepped out and grabbed
her towel and he got a full unobstructed view. He
saw it all, her beautiful seacup tits, her smell, smooth,
well groomed pussy, her very gorgeous curve, glistening water triplets.
They all laughed it off as innocent accidents, but privately
it turned me on like crazy, knowing her friend had
secretly seen my wife totally exposed. I could stop picturing
that moment. Am standing there, frozen eyes wide draking in
the side of her naked body. To this day, it
makes me wonder if he's jerked off thinking about her,
stroking his cock to the memory of his wife's spare
chits and pretty pussy. The salt still gives me rock
hard signed your secret turned on beach house husband. Anybody
in the chat want to answer, I'm going to answer
for him. Yes, Yes, the man has. I'm just gonna
say it. I'm not gonna give the chat time to answer. Yes. Yes,
he has plenty of times and in various positions, in
scenarios and fantasies. I'm just saying so there add more
fuel to your fire. The accidental full frontal view of
your wife in the outdoor shower. I love that. The
laughter afterward You're lingering arousal show how beautifully this turns
a surprise into fuel for your fantasies for my listeners.
Have you ever actually seen a friend's partner naked or
your senior partner scene naked? Did it spark jealousy, laughter
or secret arousal? Does the memory still turn you on?
I bet it does. And if you're thinking that they
think back to it and maybe get off to it,
they do. Just gonna tell you they do. Dear Nikki,
my wife forty five and her best friend forty six,
love dropping in on each other from random hangouts. Since
my wife and I both work from home, her friend
often comes over during the day. They can get incredibly
silly together, so I usually tucked myself away in my office.
That afternoon, I heard the sudden screams of you so gross,
followed by laughter. I went to check and found them
giggling on the couch and love seat, giving me strange looks.
Turns out my wife friend had caught her son masturbating.
I chuckled and said, boys will be boys. When her
friend asked how I learned to masturbate, I glanced up
my usually reserved wife, who now looked genuinely curious. I
kept it light the same way. Girls, I guess you
touched it and felt good. They both protested that they
never did that. I laughed and started to walk away,
but her friend pressed, I don't know where he learned it.
My wife chimed in too jokingly. I said it would
be easier to show you. My wife warned, don't you dare?
But her friend insnstantly dared me with how fucking dare you? Okay?
I said, Sitting back down, I started jerking debourn. I
pulled out my phone, found something hot, started rubbing myself
through my pants. The room went silent. Both women stared,
blankets covering their laps. I was getting hard by the second,
so I simply pulled my pants and underwere down. Sat
back in the recliner. I feed up, cock fully exposed
and throbbing. I described how good it felt, stroking up
and down, my voice low as I worked my shaft.
Praecum leaked from the tip. While I told them how
I watched porn and imagined the women doing the same
things to me. They stayed completely quiet, but I could
see the subtle movement under both blankets. They were both
touching themselves. The wet sounds of their fingers on their
pussies mixed with my stroking. I didn't atge. I kept
going until it felt build, then moaned loud as I
came hard, shooting four or five thick ropes across my
shirt while their rest ran down my hand and balls.
Almost immediately, both women convulsed under their blankets, whimpering and
shaking in their own orgasms. Face flush, bryce red. It
was insanely hot. Knowing I made both of them come
just by jerking off in front of them without even
touching them, I smiled and asked any more questions, then
wiped off of by underwear and walked away. They still
have their regular girl time, but we've never mentioned our
lesson again, and there's no sign of anything else happening.
Sign your secret living room, jerk off teacher. I guess
that's a good way to maybe. I mean, couldn't you
just said I watched porn, or if it was the
before times and you had to lose the star I was,
let's say star Wrek, Sears catalog, That's the word I'm
looking for. There you go. You know, we could have
said Sears catalog, there's women in underwear and that, or
you know, when the good stuff came in, like Frederick's
and that stuff. You could have said that too, but
I guess show and tell always works maybe for my listeners.
Have you ever jerked off or watched someone in front
of you in a spontaneous situation like this? Did it
lead to anyone coming or staying? Maybe a one time thrill?
What's the hottest part for you being watched? The risk
or the shared pleasure? And how did you start masturbating?
I really don't remember, I honestly don't. I I it
wasn't with porn or magazine. I think mine was. I
was taught. I was taught by man. I was taught
my bills good, so there we go. I was taught.
I had a personal one on one Jo and tell,
Dear Indiki. I literally spent the night getting used over
and over again by Hubby's friends. It started as a
casual hang out at our place, but the energy shifted
the moment teasing began. One thing led to another, and
soon I was the center of attention, my clothes coming
off piece by piece while my husband watched with that
hungry pround look in his eyes. His friend's turn took
turns with me all night long, their hands and mouths
exploring every inch of my body. They used me so thoroughly,
bending me over the couch, spreading me wide on the bad,
beeling my mouth and pussy, every combination imaginable. I lost
count of how many times they made me come, my
moans echoing through the house as their thick cocks stretched
me open, pounding me deep and hard, the room filled
with wet sounds of flesh slapping together, their guns and
my breathless please for more. One would finish inside me
or across my tits, only for the next friend to
step right up, slide in, using their friends come as
extra lube, while I trembled with overstimulation and fresh pleasure.
By morning, I was sore, dripping and blissfully exhausted, completely used,
and utterly satisfied. He'll be held me close afterward, both of
us buzzing from filthy perfect night. Signed your secret Night,
Long Night, half White toy. I have never but I
think I'd watched this. I don't know if I'd want
to be part of it though, just but I like
the the hotness of it, the take control of it
kind of thing. I really do like that for my listeners.
Have you ever been the center of a long night
being used by multiple partners, or watched your partner get
shared and what was the most memorable part the build up,
the relentless fucking, or the aftermath. As always, you can
share your thoughts comments in the comments or email them
to me directly, and all my links can be found
in my show notes. Dear Nikki, I am impatiently waiting
for my mother in law to create another opportunity for us,
and it finally happened today. She was being extra careful,
not even daring to text me directly. Around eight am,
my wife's phone rang with her mom's special ring tone.
My wife was still asleep, but I got instantly excited.
As I worked at my laptop in the office next
to the bedroom, I could hear my wife talking to
her in French, mentioning my name several times. They talked
about twenty minutes before my wife called me in. I
was already hard from rubbing myself and fantasized during the call.
My wife noticed right away and teased me about it.
Then covered her bottom half, spread her glistening pussy lips
invited me to taste her. I dove in and ate
her until she came twice. Afterward, I asked about the call,
and she said her mom needed help moving her computer
desk and TV. I answered a bit too eagerly, so
she offered to blow me job first, and it felt amazing,
but I stopped her after a couple minutes, saying I
need to pee and had a work call. I washed
my face and headed downstairs and found my mother in
law already waiting in her car. She greeted me cheerfully
and sped off. Before I could even buckle up, her
hand was on my thigh. She guided my fingers under
her long skirt and to her soak pussy. I fingered
her deeply the whole short drive, rubbing her clit until
she was close. Then she slowed down as we entered
the parking garage with cameras inside her apartment, we went
straight to the one bedroom. I got naked, buried my
face between her thighs ate her pussy with enthusiasm, loving
her unique, clean taste and scent. She came hard, shaking
and flailing on my tongue. Then I slid inside her,
but she asked me to slow down. I found a
perfect rhythm that had her moaning with clazed eyes. When
I got close, she wanted to taste me, so I
pulled out and she sucked me with a wild hunger
until I flooded her mouth with a massive load. She
spilled down her chin and onto her ample de cup breasts,
which she licked herself clean. We cuddled and made out
until I was ready again. This time I fucked her
and cream bied her pussy. Right after I licked her
clean and gave her another orgasm. We showered together that
I actually helped move her desk and furniture. It only
took fifteen minutes before I left. I told her I
wish we could do this more often. She laughed and
said she did too, but was it sure how her
daughter would feel about borrowing her husband so much. We
made out in the car a few blocks away until
I calmed my raging erection. When I got home, my
wife was awake and immediately needed me to buck her.
I was more than happy to oblige. Still rock card
from her sexy hot mother, signed your secret mother in
law cream pioddict. Wonder when this started? Right? I have
that question? When did this start? When did you start
fucking your mother in law? What was the thing that
made it so delichefal hm and made you go back
for more for my listeners. Have you ever had a
secret ongoing fleeing with a mother in law or a
similar forbidden relative. What's the most thrilling part, the sneaking,
the different taste, the sensations, or the double duty with
your partner. Share your own experience in the comments, or
you can email me and follow my shillings for more information.
Dear Nikki, For a few seconds, neither of us spoke.
Then he sat up, slid his boxers down his legs,
and off watched. The sight of him fully naked for
the first time sent another rush of excitement through me.
His clock wasn't huge. It was perfectly normal, about six
inches long. Standing proudly upright, his excitement obvious, he moved
closer and kissed me softly on the lips. He wasn't
the reckless, impatient of the type of a man I
usually found myself while I traveling. Eventually about him felt steadier,
more deliberate. Even though he kissed me, carried a restrained
hunger that made my stomach tighten with anticipation. The atmosphere
between us had changed completely. The nervousness from earlier had
melted away, placed by something warmer, more intimate, and infinitely
more comfortable. Outside. I could hear the distant surfing roll
against the shore below. The hotel balcony inside the room
felt suspended in time. After a few moments of kissing,
I shifted lower beside him, letting my finger tips wander
across his chest. I pressed soft kisses against his skin,
then travel lower down, taking my time, teasing him with
every movement. His stomach tensed beneath my lips as I
continued downward, his cock was only inches from my face. Now,
without even touching him with my hands, I leaned forward
and took him into my mouth. My tongue traced slowly
around him before I sank out lower, taking in of
him as how much I could. The reaction was immediate.
His legs shifted against the sheets as his hands found
my hair. A low moan escaped him, unguarded and gen genuine.
The warmth of pleasure from my mouth around him sent
visible shiver through his body, and he made no intempt
to hide how much he was enjoying it. I kept
my pace slow at first, carefully moving my head up
and down as I felt his soft grip my hair.
Every sound made only fueled the growing heat between us.
The room filled with a little more than distant crash
of waves outside the increasingly ragged rhythm of his breathing.
After several minutes, I moved my hair from my face
and lifted my head to look up at him. Do
you want to have sex? I whispered, knowing he was ready.
I can't believe this is happing, he blurted out, Yes,
of course, I couldn't believe this is having either, And
maybe that was the part of why it felt so intoxicating.
If anybody told me that afternoon, in a few hours time,
I'd be in a hotel room sucking a man's cock,
I'd had laughed at them, but here I was. He
placed his hands under my upper arms and gently motioned
me to move up beside him, which I did, but
not before I took his hard cock in my hand
and started to edge him gently. When he pulled me
against him and kissed me again, deeper this time, I
wrapped my arms around his neck to let myself stop
thinking entirely. He gently guided me onto my back and
drew my feet toward me, bending my knees and letting
my legs fall apart in anticipation. Do I need a condom?
He asked, his tone direct in matter of fact. No,
it's okay, I'm on birth control, I replied, without hesitation.
He settled himself between my thighs and reached down, pressing
himself against my entrance. His aim was slightly off, so
I slipped a hand between us, wrapped my fingers round him,
and guided the tip against my folds, positioning him exactly
where I needed him to be. He eased forward, slowly,
pushing inside me inch by inch. I felt him feeling
me as he worked his way deeper with liverd gentle pressure. HM.
I breathed, my hands, settling on his upper arms. A
low grunt escape him. I clatly absorbed in the moment
he began to move with slow, measured thrust. It felt good,
better than I expected. Soft moans slipped from my lips
as my hand slid down to grip my firm buttocks,
pulling him closer with every stroke, urging him deeper. Yes,
I whispered, breathlessly, fuck me, baby, want you to fuck
me until you come. The large bed barely moved beneath us,
even as his rhythm became more urgent. The sharp clap
of our bodies meeting echoed through the room, mingling with
the steady rush of the ocean beyond the balcony doors.
I reached behind my knees, lifting my legs higher, opening
myself up to him, letting him sink deeper with every thrust.
Each movement seemed to draw him closer to the edge.
His breathing grew heavier, each grunt rougher as the last.
After several more minutes, I could tell he was close.
It's okay, keep going, keep going. My hands tightened on
their legs, hoisting them higher. Oh my god. Fuck. Seconds later,
I felt his cock twitching and the warmth of his
seed starting to fill me, trickling inside and feeling his relaction.
His head dropped onto the pillow beside mine as his
body shuddered through the climax. For a few lingering moments,
he remained inside me, trembling with aftershocks. I leaned forward
and kissed the side of his head. That was lovely,
I murmured, I hope you enjoyed it. He led a
breathless laughed. That was a fucking dream come true. Seriously,
it was fucking amazing. He slowly lifted himself away and
settled beside me. The rest of the night blurred into
warm skinned and tangled sheets, and whispered conversations that made
us laugh quietly. Into the darkness. There was ease between
us I hadn't expected. The balcony doors remained open, allowing
the humid air to drift through the As I absent
mindedly traced circles on his chest, he spoke softly about
traveling when he was younger, about losing his wife, and
about how strange it life had felt ever since. Beneath
the confidence was a quiet sadness. At some point, exhaustion
caught up with me, curled against him, listening to the waves,
I drifted into a deep, dreamless sleep. Signed your Secret
Beach Night, One Night Lover. This is so tender. We're
kind of romantic for both people, the older widower feeling
beautifully real, the slow bill, the raw intimacy and going bare,
and the gentle aftercare mixed with real conversation. I love that.
It's a lovely reminder that spontaneous connections can both be
filty and surprisingly comforting. Questions for my listeners, have you
ever had a spontaneous meaningful one night stand and while
traveling that turned into more intimate than expected, And what
makes it unforgettable the sex, the conversation, or the emotional
connection afterward. Share your own travel hook up stories with
me in the chat below, or remember you can always
email them to me at Nikky and Ikky at dearniggy
dot com anonymously through our website at darniggi dot com
under the confession's tab. Every story tonight reminds us how
hot it can be to surrender to desire, explore new territory,
and embrace the thrill without shame. Whether it's the spontaneous
first taste of a stranger's cock and a steamy suv,
the delicious ache of a voyeuristic temptation through tent walls,
or the naughty rush of your hot wife getting a
quickie from the neighbor right before the first date. There's
real power and pleasure in owning exactly what you crave.
These confessions show us that curiosity, honesty, and a little
bit a filthy courage can lead to some of the
most intense, unforgettable experiences. So go ahead and lean into
what turns you on. No guilt, no judgment, just pure
shameless pleasure. Okay, are you ready for tonight's reddel Here
we go. I start with the letter P as in Paul,
I'm stiff and hard. Women really love to get their
hands on me, and sometimes it takes two hands to
play with me. What am I? No it's not a Paul.
I read it one more time. I start with a
letter p I am stiff and hard. Women really love
to get their hands on me, and sometimes it takes
two hands to play with me. But Paul was a
great answer. I will tell you that, yes, it was
a piano. Piano is your answer. Okay, are we ready
for the tucking? I lean in close, my lips, brushing
the shell of ear, voice, low and warm, like velvet,
sliding o'er skin your mind right now, just you and
me in this private little world. No one else exists,
just my breath on your neck, my words wrapping round
your cock like warm silk. I want you to inhale,
slow and deep, fell a first tingle, bloom low in
your belly. Let it sink lower, spreading the heat through
your thighs, making strong for me. I'm on my knees
between your spread legs. The room is dim and heavy,
with the scent of our arousal already thickening in the air.
My fingers trail up here in her thighs, kneels, grazing
ever so lightly on your sea. You shiver. Your cock stands,
thick and heavy, veins pulsing, dead, already glistening with a
bead of pre cumb that makes my mouth water. Look
at you, I whisper, and eyes locked on yours, so
fucking hard for me. I've been aching to taste you
all day, dreaming about wrapping my lips around this gorgeous cock,
sucking you slow until you lose your mind. I press
a soft, oven mouthed kiss to the base right where
your shaft meets your balls, inhaling your musky scent, salt
and man and pure sucks. My tongue flicks out, tracing
the thick vein underneath, feeling it jump against my taste pints. Hmm,
you taste so good already, I murmur. I cut your
balls heavy, rolling them gently in my palm, while my
other hand wraps loosely round the root of your cock,
so uzing it just enough to make more pre come
ooze out. I catch you with the flat of my tongue,
licking broad and slow from the base to the tip,
savoring that salty tang as it coats my tongue. You groan,
hips twitching, but I pin you down with a gentle
hand on your thigh, sh not rushing. I want you
to worship you for hours. Feel every second I swore
went owng around the slollen head, tracing the rage, dipping
into the slit to suck out another trunk. My lip's apart,
and I take just the tip inside, sucking softly, cheeks
hollowing as I nurse on it like a sweet, leaking candy.
The heat of my mouth is around you, wet and silky,
my tongue pressing flat on the underside while I hum
low vibrations, traveling straight down your shout. I pull back
with a wet pop, strings of spit connecting my lips
to your cock. God, I love how you throp at
my mouth, so thick, so ready to stretch my throat.
I dive down again, taking you deeper, this time, lips
sliding halfway down your length. My tongue works constantly, leaking
and massaging every inch as I suck with slow, deliberate pulls.
Slilah trips down your shaft, soaking your balls, which are
massage with his slick fingers. The obscene wet sounds fill
the room, soft slurps and gulps as I bob my
hand into that hypnotic rhythm. Never fast, just endless, dragging pleasure.
Your hand finds my hair, but I guide it gently,
showing you how to hold me without forcing. That's it,
fail me. I'm so wet and already my pussy dripping
down my thighs just from sucking you. I rove by
reaching between my legs, gathering my slick juices on my fingers,
then smearing them all over your cock before sucking them
off with you. The taste of my pussy mixed with
your pre comb makes me moan around you. The vibration
deeper now minutes stretch into blissful eternity. I take you
to the back of my throat, relaxing, letting you slip
it in further until my nose brushes your pubes. I
hold you there, swallowing around your cock, throat muscles, rippling
and milking you. Tears prick my eyes from the stretch,
but I love it. The full choking feeling of you
owning my mouth. I pull up, spit everywhere, and my
chin shiny and messy. Fuck, your cock is perfect. I
could suck you forever like this, but I need more.
I stand pushing you back onto the bed, climbing over you,
my heavy tits brushing your chest as I kiss you deep,
you taste yourself on my tongue. I'm going to ride
your face first. I want you to drown in my
pussy while I keep teasing that cock with my hand.
I straddle your head, lowering my soaked cunt into your mouth.
My folds are puffy and dripping, clit swollen and aching.
You will like me eagerly, tongue plunging inside, sucking my
juices as I cried down, slow and sensual. Oh fuck yes,
I moon voice, breaking into the breathy line. I rock
my hips, smearing my wetness all over your face, your
nose rubbing my clit while your tongue fucks me. My
hand reaches back, stroking your cock in long, twisting pools,
matching the rhythm of my hips. The slick sounds of
your mouth devouring my pussy mix with my gasp wet,
filthy and obscene. I feel my first orgasm, building thighs,
trembling round your head. Don't stop like my clip, suck it. Yeah,
right there. I come hard, flatting your mouth as my
squirt juice is gushing down your chin as in my
messy clinches and spasms, I ride it out, grinding through
their caftor shocks, then slide down your body. Your cock
is raging, slick in my own spet pray. Come. I
position myself over it, rubbing the fat head between my
tripping lips, teezing my entrance. You feel how want I
am for you? This pussy's starving for your cock. I
sink down inch by torturous inch, gasping as you stretch
me open. The burn is delicious, your thick shaft parting
my tight walls, filling me completely until I am seated
fully by us, resting on your balls. We both moaned
the sensation. I stay there for long moments, just clenching
around you, letting you feel every flutter and squeeze of
my cunt, so full you're so deep inside me. As
I start to move, slow rolling grind, circling my hips
so your cock stirs and slay insides, hitting every sensitive
spot my tits pounced gently as I ride you. Hands
on your chest is for leverage. I'll lea down, whispering
filthy confessions right against your lips. I love being your
slutty little confessor, telling you exactly how my pussy feels
wrapped around your cock. It's so hot, tight, milking, dripping
all over your balls. Here that squelch, that's me, maybe
so fucking soaked. I pick up the pace a little,
rising until only the head remains inside, then slamming back
down my ass clap make against you. The wet sounds
grow louder with every thrust I reach down, rubbing my
clit in tight circles while I fuck you, my moans
turning into desperate cries. Another orgasm crashes over me, my
pussy gushing and round your cock. Wall's rippling in powerful
spasms that try to pull you deeper. You flip us,
suddenly pinning me beneath you. I wrap my legs around
your waist, heels digging into your back. Fuck me hard, now,
pound this pussy like you own it. You're thrust deep,
bearing yourself to the hilt in one stroke. The stretch
is intense, your cock hitting my cervix with every powerful drive,
skin slapt skin, my tits jiggling wildly. I clawed your back, moaning,
filthy encouragement. Yes, fuck me deeper, feel me up that
big cock. I want to feel it my cuts. You
hammer into me, the bad creaking my pussy, making the
most obscene wet sounds as you rail me. I come again,
squirting around your thrusting cock, soaking the sheets. You don't stop,
crashing your own pleasure, but I push back, wanting to
control again. I turn over, ass up, face down, presenting
my dripping, puffy cume to you. Take me like this,
raid me. You slam back in, gripping my hips, fucking
me with long, punishing strokes. I push back to meet
every thrust asked, rippling, reaching between my legs. I play
with your balls as they slap against my clip. The
pressure builds again, my third orgasm ripping through me so
hard my vision wipes out. Pussy clamping down like a vice.
I pull off, spinning around to take in my mouth again,
this time a deep, sloppy, hypnotic blow job. To finish you,
I suck you ravenously, head bobbing fast, now, throat taking
every inch spit run down to my chin and rivers.
Come for me, baby, fill my mouth, give me every
drop you explode, thick ropes, a pot come flooding my tongue,
smelling down my throat as I swallow, greedily, milking you
with my lips and tongue until you're spent and trembling.
I crawl up, kissing you deeply, sharing your taste of
your cum. That's my confession, lover. I'm addicted to you,
your cock, you come the way you make me come
like a whore. Next time, I want you to tie
me up, use every hole till I can't walk. I
like my lips, I sparkling with promise. Tell me what
you want next, and I'll confess it to you all
over again. And thank you so much for spending your
evening with me, you filthy oneerful listeners. If these stories
made your pulse race, your body ache, send your own
confessions to Nikki and ikk Y at Dearniky dot com
anonymously through our website at Dearnigki dot com under our
Confessions tab. I'm always waiting to read them. You can
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your favorite other platform. Sweet Dreams, Web Dreams, This is
Nikky until tomorrow, Stay shameless, and stay horny. Good night there,