Speaker 1: Hey, there, you dirty listeners. Welcome back to Nikki after Dark,
the show where we deep dive into your filthiest confessions,
your secret cravings, and all the moments that keep you
up at night. I'm your host, Nikki, and tonight we're
going full throttle. Here are three mouth watering teasers of
what's coming up in this episode. A married man who
started with an innocent small talk with this sweet, curvy,
fifty year old cleaning lady until she bent over with
those tight white yoga pants and he caught a full
view of her black thong. A bold twenty four year
old schoolgirl in a park on a sunny spring day
who decides to flash her thick ass in bear pussy
and public, only to have heart pounding near missus with strangers.
And a fifty year old naughty mommy who can't stop
seducing her son's hot twenty three year old best friend.
And that and so so much more. Before we jump
into these confessions, I want to throw a fresh question
out to you. What's the one fantasy you've never told anyone,
not even your partner, that you're secretly drying to try
but still holding back. A cous of some fear, shame,
or logistics. If you awe their risk magically disappear tomorrow,
would you actually go through with it that hidden fantasy?
Or is the fantasy itself hotter than reality? And what's
the one thing stopping you the most right now? The guilt,
fear of judgment or something else. Remember you can send
all your answers to Nicky and Ikky at deernicki dot com,
anonymously through our website at darnicki dot com under the
confessions tab, and join us over on our discord channel
Monday through Saturday, eight pm Central Standard Time. We're naughty
Shenanigans with me and other people just like yourself. All right,
as always, it's my favorite time of the show. Here's
your riddle. What has four letters? Sometimes nine letters, but
never has five letters? H Keep that in your thoughts
while you're listening to me, and I'll give you the
answer at the very end of our show. You know
what time it is. It's time to sit back, relax,
Let's have a whiskey with some filthy cherries, of course,
and explore some moronic confessions from people just like you
and me. Dear Nikki, this happened over a decade ago.
At the time, it felt like I made the right choice,
but who knows what could have been. When I was
twenty or twenty one, I started seriously exploring my sexuality
after a long term relationship with a girl that lasted
through high schoo and into my early college I found
my single it for almost a year. A few ran
to hook ups with the girls were all the action
I was getting, but I felt deeply unsatisfied with one
night stands. Out of curiosity, I tried topping a few
guys and discovered I really enjoyed it. I had some
incredible encounters during that phase, especially with a regular twinkish
Asian guy who had met most beautiful smooth ass. But
over time I became more and more fascinated with the
intense pleasure of bottom seemed to experience. I did my research,
bought my first dildo and douche, and began practicing in secret.
I had roommates of the time who had no idea
about my growing interest. Thankfully, we all kept to ourselves
during the work week, so I had plenty of private time.
My first time bottoming was the guy from my neighborhood,
and I couldn't have gone better, the connection, the sensation,
the old forewhelming pleasure. I was instantly hooked. Soon after
I started experimenting with cross dressing and began posting discreete
ads on the Craigslist. This was before the popular hookup
apps existed. That's how I meant him. A handsome African
guy with a few years older than me, also on
the d'l entowned for grad school at a nearby university.
We clicked right away through email. The chemistry was electric.
He invited me over one night for what's supposed to
be a quick fuck, and I drove there buzzing with
nervous excitement. I would be my first time with a
black cock, a thick, beautiful six to seven inches that
felt perfect in every way. Our first night was surprisingly
tender and natural. We made out slow on his couch
before things heated up. Before long, I was ass up
on his bed, getting pounded doggie style like a bitch
in heat. The way he thrust into me, hitting my
peace spot with every powerful stroke was still being attentive
and controlled, was pure bliss. He eventually buried himself deep
and filled my ass with his hot comb as I
shot thick ropes all over his carpet. He collapsed on
my back. Both of us pent and satisfied, we both
knew we had to do it again. Was started as
an occasional hookups quickly turned into me sneaking over to
his place three to four times a week. He would
pump me full of his load almost every time. It
felt addictable and blissful. I started catching real feelings. His
clock was the ideals, shies and shape for me, and
he knew exactly how to fuck gentle one needed, but
strong and relentless when I craved it. Eventually, our meet
ups became less frequent. Around the same time, I met
my now wife at a party, the very last time
my fuck buddy and I were together. I went to
that party with his cumb still leaking out of my
freshly fucked ass. That night, I started flirting with her,
never imagining where it could lead. All good things. Our
secret arrangement had faded naturally. I've never told my wife
about the chapter of my life. I don't think she'd
understand or approve. Sometimes I lie awake wondering what if
I had kept going exploring with guys. What if I
had been completely open with her from the gimaganning when
I'd be happy living more authentically, or was choosing their
traditional path right decision? After all. Now I'm a happily
married man with a big secret. I still crave cock
in my ass more than i'd like to admit. Signed yours,
desperately secretly stuffed. I like this. It's very honest confession,
with raw, nostalgic and full of that bittersweet what if energy.
So many of us carry your journey from Carrie's top
to eager bottom, and the intense connection you built with
the grad school lover does sound incredibly hot. It's clear
that a chapter awakens something deep inside you, and it
hasn't gone away. I don't think I would tell her, though,
I think I would live with this, maybe not look
at as of something you haven't told her as punishment,
maybe as a just we all have something we all have.
I don't think even if we've been with partners for years,
meaning twenty thirty years, we usually have still have some
kind of secret that we keep. Maybe nostalgia kind of
look at it that way. Questions from my author. If
you could safely revisit that no strings passionate arrangement today,
would you have you ever thought about sharing any of
this with your wife, even if the fantasy talk during sex?
And what's the one thing from those nights with him
that you still fantasize about the most, And questions from
my listeners. Have you ever had a one that got
away same sex connection that still lingers? Would you live
with that secret or take the risk being more open?
Drop your own confessions or thoughts below. I'm listening. Hello,
Oh Yamo, still need to practice your name. I do
like saying it, though I always have to pause. I
always smile and I'm like, oh, I gotta pause. I think, Well,
it's just me and you so far? How you doing? Yeah?
Just you and I? Well, I hope I'm flirting with you.
Maybe not. M Dear Nikki. I'm a thirty year old,
happily married man and this all started with our monthly
cleaning lady, a sweet fifty year old mom type woman
with a soft faced, calm, kind voice, and a thick,
curvy body that I'll never once thought about sexually until
the first time I was completely alone with her. We've
always had a friendly, almost familial for relationship. She's been
cleaning our small, two bedroom apartment for over a year.
We exchanged gifts, bake goods, and little chats. She felt
like a sweet aunt or mom figure, never a mouth
that change. The day my wife was stuck at work
and I was only the one at home, I grated
her in my long white bathrobe and loose boxers underneath,
making small talk while staying out of her way and
playing video games. She wore her usual modest cleaning outfit,
white yoga pants with long, loose, light yellow shirt covering
everything nothing seductive. Then she walked into the room where
I was gaming to grab supplies from her bag. She
tied her long yellow shirt up round her waist. Suddenly
her full large ass was on display and those tight
white yoga pants. When she bent over right in front
of me, I saw everything, including the tiny black thong,
clearly visible through the slightly sea through fabric. My jaw dropped,
I laughed out in audible oh wow, and my cock
instantly stiffened. I tried playing it off as a reaction
to the game. She casually mentioned her son plays video
games too, but we both knew what she was doing.
She wanted me to look. That unexpected tease bade me
rock hard. I told her I was going to take
a nap in the bedroom, and she asked asked her
to clean the living room in the bathroom first so
I could rest. As I walked past her, my robe
was noticeably tinting. When I went to the bathroom, I
pulled up some porn and started stroking, thinking about her
big ass and that tiny black thong. Instead of cleaning
the living room next, she went straight to the bathroom
right outside my bedroom door. I could see the shadow
of her feet under the door. She was humming with
her ear phones in, but something felt different. I kept going,
getting louder, groaning, saying things like that's good and oh wow.
As I stroked, her feet stopped moving completely, no cleaning sounds.
She stood there silently nearly eight minutes while I put
on a full show for her. I came incredibly hard,
one of the biggest loads of my life, groaning deeply
as rope after thick ropes shot out. The room filled
the smell of sex. After a long moment of silence,
she finally started cleaning again and walked away, feeling bold.
I put my robe back on with nothing underneath. My
cock was still semi hard and tinting. The fabric I
stepped out and told her I couldn't sleep yet, granding
random items from the bathroom so she could clearly see
my bulge. She looked, flushed, her voice shaky. Then she
started teasing me again, bending over sideways in the backroom doorway,
giving me a perfect side view of her ass, whale tail, thong,
wild chatting. I stopped pretending. I stared directly at that
ass the entire time, wide eyed and hungry, my speech
slowing down as my cock grew fully hard, again, making
an obvious tint in my robe. She saw everything. When
I finally walked past her to go back to the bedroom,
she stared openly at my throbbing eruption. As I squeezed
by her, only a foot apart. She looked at me
in the eyes, gave me a warm, knowing wink, and
said softly, Oh, if you fall asleep this time, my dear.
That wink sent me over the edge. Back in the bedroom,
I dropped the robe, laid on the bed, and jerked
off aggressively for the second time. I was loud, fast
and vocal for over ten minutes while she cleaned near by.
No humming this time, just the sound of her cloth
and spray bottle. I'm sure she heard every stroke. I
came again, hard and powerful, with another big load. She
helped trigger two of the best orgasms of my life,
all while knowing she was listening and teasing me. I'm
happily married, but this sweet fifty year old cleaning lady
turned into a secret mill fantasy. The moment we were
alone that day was just the beginning of many more hot,
risky encounters. Signed your robe tinting married guy, I like this,
you know, I've I've never had someone come clean my
house or apartment. It's been tempting, though, But to the
fifty year old lady, it's always nice to know because
I always look at it this way when like when
you see people older people might have sex and stuff
like that, or hear about it. Really the normal reactions
like ugh. But I always remember I'm going to be
that age one day, and I hope I can fuck
like that at that age. You know, I hope so
many looks up my ass when I turned fifty in
a little over here they'll think the same thing. They'll think,
oh my god, she's hot and wanna fuck me. Hello Captain,
long time no see so questions from my author. Have
you to ever openly acknowledged what happened or does it
stay in this charged unspoken territory? And what's the wildest
thing that's happened in your many more hot encounters since
the first day? Does your wife have any idea or
has this added extra heat to your marriage? And have
you ever, to my listeners, have you ever had unexpected
sexual tension with someone who normally feels safe or off
limits like a service worker or neighbor, et cetera. And
would you have gone back for round two so quickly
or tried to escalate further while she's still there? Kindly
that he didn't? You know, it's kind of like I
like that it kind of left it said, and said,
you know what I'm doing. You know. I'm just gonna
say he's probably in her spank bank though as well,
just saying remember, guys, you can send your own confessions
to Nikki and ikk Hy at downiki dot com anonymously
through our website at downiki dot com under our confessions tab,
and join us over on our discord channel Monday through
Saturday eight pm Central Standard Time for naughty Shenanigans with
other sexportives. Just like yourself. How you doing tonight? Oyama?
Looks like we're in a threesome. Now you can't hear
Oh no, can you hear me? OyamO? Okay, hang on,
come out and come ack in welcome mess second here,
how about now, captain? Okay, you missed it. I told
OyamO because we were on a private date. You know,
then you entered Osika. Oh we're having a threesome now,
I know you like a threesome. Oya almost. Sometimes he'll
have his some of his slaves over and he'll be
fucking them during the show. Just I don't know. Are
you tonight? And do you call him slaves? Where are
your nicknames for him? Oh? He's gonna be blue balls. Hmm.
He listens to me at work? Oh a slaven and Kitton? Okay,
Dear Nikki for anyone who doesn't know. The heat in
the UK the last few days has been absolutely insane.
A couple of days ago, I was out in my
garden with my friends Mark and Dave. They were supposed
to be helping me tidy the backyard for a weekly
gaming session, but after about ten minutes of half hearted
weed bowling, we all gave up. The sun was brutal,
and we were sweaty and lazy. Dave and Mark were
sitting at the table under the patio and roll on
their laptops while I lay on a blanket on the
grass in my new sun dress. My skin was already
bronzed and glistening with sweat. I rolled onto my stomach,
facing away from them. That's when things shifted. Mark was
complaining about some game update that ruined the stealth builds.
I caught him in the reflection of my phone, staring
at my legs. Then higher Dave noticed too. I pretended
not to see, but I started shifting around innocently, letting
the hem of my sun dress ry up higher my thighs.
I've been doing squats for months, and I finally built
up what I'd like to call the proper bubble butt.
I knew they were getting an eye full of my
ass cheeks in the tiny panties underneath. Instead of pulling
the dress down, I kept adjusting, rocking my hips, letting
the fabrics slide up until the bottom of my round
ass and the outline of my pussy were basically on display.
The silence from the table was deafening. They were both
openly staring. My heart was pounding, but the heat and
their hungry eyes made me so wet. Does anyone want anything?
I asked sweetly, deliberately jiggling my ass as little as
I spoke. I've got lemonade in the fridge. I pushed
myself up onto all floors for a moment, arching my
back and popping my ass toward them. The desks bunched
completely round my waist. I held the pose just long
enough for them to burn into their memories, then stood
up went inside. Once in the kitchen, the cool tiles
under my feet felt amazing. My nipples were rock hard,
my pussy was swollen and slick. I looked at myself
and thought, fuck it, I worked hard for this body.
I pulled the sun dress over my head and clipped
my braw and slid my soak panties down my leg.
Standing there completely naked felt liberating and filthy in the
best way. All three glasses were filled with ice and lemonade.
I held them against my heavy tits so the cold
made my nipples even harder, and walked back outside. The
screen door squeaked as I pushed it open with my hip.
They both looked up. I stood there in bright sunlight,
fully naked, my big round ass still warm from the blanket,
sweat trickling between my breast and down my thighs, holding
their drinks with a playful smile, who's thirsty? The looks
on their faces were priceless, total shocked, mixed with pure lust.
I've never felt more desired in my life. Yours, desperately
naked lemonade dease. No, I've never done this, and I
don't know how I survived. What the UK calls heat,
it's I mean, it's heat. They just don't have any air.
So I'm deliciously americanly spoiled. Maybe I could do this.
Maybe I don't know. Why did I think about? This?
Means more? I like this though. It's very delicious ballsy escalation.
What I can see myself doing, though, is when she
was laying on her stomach. I lovely reading on my
stomach when I read, But I don't just lay like
all like like laying out like you were going to
get a massage. I like to actually put my legs
underneath me so my it's kind of already got me
raised a little bit, and I like to kind of
lean forward on my legs and you know, on my
arms and my you know, my hands are rock back
and forth, stretches the pelvic area. Feels amazing, But it's
also a good Apparently, it's a good tease. Get you fucked.
I'm just saying questions from my author. What happened right
before you said? Who's happy? Did they touch you? Did
they stay intense eye fucking you? Or awkward boners? Have
you ever done anything this bold before? Or was this
in the heat of the moment? First? Do Mark and
Dave know you saw them staring the whole time? Or
has it remained an unspoken sense? Kind of sounds like
it's in and were my listeners. Would you ever have
the confidence to strip completely and walk out naked like
that in front of friends or coworkers? Have you ever
teased someone or been teased in a harmless setting that
suddenly turned sexual? Drop your own confessions in the comments
or follow my show links. Have you ever teased anybody?
Captain OyamO anybody? I'm still learning. That's my line and
I'm sticking to it a time or two. He's got
a black book as big as New York. Of course
you have. Dear Nikki, I'm fifty now, and I keep
surprising myself with how naughty I still am. That started
a few months ago, and I'm still not sure whether
i should feel guilty or proud. My oldest son, John
is twenty four. He moved out a couple of years ago,
but still comes over for family dinners. I love when
he visits the house, still alive again. A few months back,
I decided to surprise him and drove to his apartment
one Saturday afternoon. He opened the door with a big
smile and said, Mom, perfect timing. We're just hanging out
Inside on the couch was Andy, tall, athletic twenty three
year old with a messy dark hair and a quiet,
confident smile. The second our eyes met, I felt a spark.
He looked at me longer than he should have, his
gaze sliding down my body before he caught himself. Nice
to meet you, miss Anna, he said. My pussy tingled
instantly polite, but with that hungry look in his eyes.
I stayed longer than I planned, laughed at their stories
while making sure to sit across from Andy in my
son dress, crossing my legs so he could see plenty
a thigh every time his eyes drifted to my chest.
That delicious rush hit me again. After that, I started
finding excuses to visit John more offon twice a week
instead once a month. I told myself it was for
my son, but really I was hoping Andy would be there,
and he usually was. I began dressing even sexier, tighter
tops with a hint of cleavage, skirts that hugged my ass.
I tell Andy was noticing. One afternoon, when John stepped
out to the bathroom, Andy looked at me and said quietly,
he looked great today, missus, Hannah, you do always though.
I bit my lip and replied, thank you, Andy, you
can call me Anna. I'm not that old. I touched
his arm lightly and felt the electricity between us. Last week,
I invited both of them over for lunch, where a
low cut top with no braw During the meal, Andy
couldn't stop staring at my tits. When John got a
sudden work call and had to step outside, I sold
my chance. I walked over to Andy, stood right in
front of him and whispered, you've been looking at me
a lot lately. I'm sorry. I know you're Jom's mom,
but fuck, you're so hot. I smiled. Dropped my knees
between his legs, unzipped him. His cock was already raw,
hard and thick. Mean, quiet baby, I whispered, then took
him deep into my mouth. I sucked him wet and eager,
swallowing my tongue and stroking that pace while he gripped
my hair and tried not to moan. Just as he
was getting close, were John coming back? I quickly tucked
him in, wiped my mouth, and stood up like nothing happened.
That risky blow job in the dining room while my
son was right outside little fire. After that, the secret
touches became constant. Under the dinner table, his hand would
slide up my skirt and rub my pussy through my
soak panties. In the kitchen, he pressed behind me, kissed
my neck, and squeezed my ass. One time he even
fingered me against the wall until my legs shook. Last Saturday,
it finally exploded. John got a call from work and
left me, left us completely alone. The second the door
closed and he grabbed me. He kissed me like a
starving man and pushed me onto the couch. I've been
dying to taste your pussy properly. He ate my skirt up,
ripped my panties down, and buried his face between my thighs.
His tongue licked me long and slow, from my dripping
entrance to my swollen clet. Then he sucked it hard well,
two thick fingers, fuck me deep. He ate me so messily,
moaning up against my pussy, drinking me in. I came
hard on his tongue, grinding against his face and calling
him a good boy. Then he climbed on top of me,
rubbed his thick cock along my slit, and pushed inside. God,
he stretched me so perfectly. He fucked me deep and
hard on the couch, my tits bouncing with every thrust,
and legs over his shoulders. You like getting fucked by
your son's, and he whispered, such a naughty mommy. I
came again, squeezing his clock tight. He pulled out that
last second and covered my tits, stomach, and neck with
thick ropes of hot come. We barely cleaned up before
John texted he was on his way back, and he
looked at me with pure lust and whispered, next time,
I'm filling this pussy up. I know it's wrong, but
I'm completely addicted to my son's best friend signed You're
naughty fifty year old mommy. Yeah, this was hot. Hello
and JB. How are we tonight? I'm getting close to
I think we're fishling gangbang, you know level here here
my thought. I just as soon as she dropped to
his knees when her son went out to take a call,
I was like, what the hell are you thinking? You know,
it's one thing to kind of stroke his cock through
his genes, which absolutely, That's one of my favorite things
is stroking a cock outside pants, shorts, anything, even trousers.
I love the field of material and with the contrast
of a cock underneath sexy as fuck. So when she
went down to give him blowjob, I was like, what
the fuck are you doing? Lady? I mean, wow, for
my author, how close have you been getting caught by John?
And does the wrist turn you on even more? Have
you ever let Andy come inside you yet? Are you
still playing with that danger? Do you feel more guilty
when you see John or does the thrill override everything?
I don't think she's actually showed guilt. I mean, she
said she knows it's wrong, but you know, I think
it's just one of those kind of like you know,
when you say butt everything before the butt cancels out
because you really mean what you say after the butt. Yeah,
for my listeners, have you ever hooked up with someone
completely off limits? Best friend parent, best friend's parent, boy?
Were better not put a comma there, et cetera. Would
the constant risk of being getting caught make the sex
hotter for you? Or too stressful? While tongue tied and
plushing there? Send your own confessions to Nikki and ikk
Y at dear Nikki dot com anonymously through our website
at dear Nikki dot com into the confession sab and
join us over on our Discord channel Monday through Saturday,
eight pm Central Standard time for sexiness. Maybe a little
nanny thrown in a couple teases, who knows? Dear Nikki.
I'm twenty four, and I swear I keep surprising myself
with how nanny I've become. This happened just a few
mornings ago on a beautiful spring day. My body woke
me up before my mind could, with hungry hands already
crossing my soft curves. Normally I would open my phone,
spread my thighs and lose myself in the endless edging sessions.
But something about the warm sunlight pouring through my window
across my bare skin made me want more than just
my fingers. I got dressed in oversize anime T shirts,
sports brawl and tight black workout shorts no panties underneath,
and headed to the local park for some fresh air.
The park was full of people enjoying perfect weather. A
friendly older man fishing at the pond waved at me.
I smiled back, right as a massive wave of horniness
was hitting me like lightning. I kept walking, but my
pussy was throbbing hard. My swollen labia pressed against the
thin fabric of my shorts, creating an obvious camel toe.
With every stop, the voices in my head kept bagging,
touch me, rob me, fill me, show me up off.
The idea of showing off suddenly consumed me. I'd never
flashed public before, but these tight shorts were already hugging
every curve of my thick brown ass. I looked around
for the perfect spot. Found an old set of sunlit
stone steps on the side of a hill, public enough
to feel risky, but somewhat tucked away. I set my
phone on a higher step and put the timer on
and turned around. Heart pounding, I lifted my shirt and
yanked my shorts down in one quick motion. The warm
spring air kissed my bare ass and pussy. I posed,
bent slightly, and let my cheeks spread naturally. Click after click,
cars drove by on the street above while people walked below.
The thrill was intoxicating. Then I heard it, a loud
gasp right behind me. Oh my god, you're fucking crazy.
I spun around in panic, shorts still tangled around my thighs,
a woman standing there on her phone. For a terrifying second,
I thought I was caught, until I realized she was
laughing at whoever was on the other end of the
call and hadn't even seen me. The nearer mists left
me shaking with a drillin and dripping wet. I pulled
my shorts up kept walking, but the rush only made
me bolder. A little further down the path I found
a quiet cement block nestled among the trees. This time
I didn't hesitate. I dropped my shorts eagerly, bent over,
started posing again, spreading my cheeks, arching my back, letting
the sun warm my expose pussy. I fantasized about smacking
my ass hard enough for the sound to echo, or
about the stranger walking up and sliding into me for
right there. I was so lost in the fantasy that
I didn't hear the jogger until he was practically on
top of me. A stocky, muscular man thundered past me
while my shorts were still down and my ass was
fully out. He didn't even glance over, but the shock
made my heart race. I quickly covered up, grabbed my phone,
and headed home. I didn't get caught, but part of
me wonders what would have happened if I had. I've
always been the good girl, but this spring morning, I
finally let my inner succubus out to play. I'm already
planning my next adventure, signed the park ass splasher. Nope,
my luck. If I would have done something like this,
but like the first one that almost caught her with
her shorts around her ankles or around her calves or whatever. Yeah,
I wouldn't have got them up. I would have gone
to just rolled down to the stone steps. That would
have been my luck. And then someone that was completely
innocent didn't see me, would have saw me in all
my glorious Olympic gymnastic glory tumbling down these rock stone stairs.
And that's the truth. That's exactly what I've been my
luck for my author. How wet were you by the
time you go home? Did you immediately masturbate thinking about
getting caught? Would you have stayed exposed longer if the
jogger had actually stopped and looked? And what's your next plan?
Public fetish? Maybe a short skirt with no panties or
something even bolder for my audience. Have you ever flashed
or played in public and had close calls like this?
Does the fear of getting caught turn you on more
or would it completely kill the mood? Drop your own
confessions in chat, or you can follow my links in
my show notes and tell me there anybody anybody public
clashers JB. I'm picking on you right now. You're the
quiet one, so I think NJB has some kinky shit.
He's just not fast en up yet. Who's taken bets?
It's always the quiet ones in JP I'd some you
know you haven't learned that now. I'm just saying you're
not a big so Captain's not a big fan on flashing,
but you do like to fucking public places? How public
is public? Well? I live under rock too, But you
know that's all I'm saying. I'm thinking, when you eventually
get with whatever or whoever, whatever, whoever you're gonna get
with MJB. I kind of a feeling you know your
way around, let's put it that way. Like the people
that are lucky to be with you are keeping your numbers,
Like am I five secret? Like mm mmm, I ain't
tell anybody. He's a good fuck public in cars parks?
So you have fucked in a park, Captain. Interesting, So
there was one time you just remind me. I thought
I did that yesterday. There there was one time I
thought I'd never done anything in public. You just remind
me of something. This is a long time ago. So
there was a park that was behind a residential area,
and I hope nobody ever remembers the gentlemen. I don't
even know if it's there anymore. That's a long time
since I've been back. There was a swing set and
I don't know if you guys, if this is a
girl thing growing up or what. Remember the spider where
someone sits and the other person sits, you know, facing
them well, we were on the swing and he was
on the bottom obviously, and I was on top, and
we happened just to kind of. I was wearing a
short skirt and I'm sure you guys are imagining where
this is going. But yeah, I didn't strip or anything.
But you definitely can fuck on a swing that way.
Let's put it that way. I just move the panties
to a side, you know. You know, you're on top,
then he's on top. You're on top, then he's on top.
Think of a swinging you know. So yes, I have
fucked in public. I totally forgot about that. He's the
one with the sex dad and if he's listening, he
was sexy too, and Jbay's but like, yeah, I can
top that, but I'm not gonna tell you. No, he
didn't say that. Yeah, just a normal swing on the
swing set, you know, like a normal swing. So any playground,
please go after hours when no sh no littles involved,
Sit on the nice big swing set, pick swing your choice,
You sit down, and then have her sit on your lap,
straddling facing you square ones These were like the okay,
let's see if I can see if I can find one.
It was on light this, okay, on, come on, so
if I can get it to pop up, all right,
So like this, Actually it was kind of like this,
except it was cementing in on each corner and it
was longer, you know, because I think there was like
four maybe five swings because it was a bark. But
those swings, so if you think about her, hang on,
all these have littles in them, so I can't show you.
So if you type in any search engine of your
choice spider on the swing, you'll get what I'm saying.
I was gonna show you, but all these have littles
in it. I'm not gonna do that. But essentially, if
you think of sitting in that swing like you normally
would grab the chains, then she straddles you, leg on
each side, facing you like she was sitting on the
swing facing the other way you would. She could unzip
you at that point scot her panties to a side.
Of course, you'd have to be either sin my heart
or almost hard or at least have fun getting that way,
and she could sit on you and fully impaled. And
of course you dies have to get the swing going,
so little effort there following me Now, by the way,
those are listening next day, you can go into the
Discord channel, into the dear Nikift Dark or Nikift Dark
channel and see the swing or just type in swing
set and then Spider on the swing like I said, Yeah,
there you go. Very sexy. I'm surprised I taught black
Beard something, but yes, very sexy. I mean I thought
he was co author in some of these sex position
books in my opinion, Dear Nikki. Back in twenty twenty three,
after years of struggling with my ed and failing to
meet my wife's knees, she asked me for a half
see you guys got me tongue died haul pass. I agreed.
What started as a fantasy quickly became our first real
dive into the cuckold lifestyle. That summer, after I gave
her the green light, my wife spent weeks searching for
her first bull. She didn't like dating apps, so she
wanted something organic. She found him at her GEM, very fit,
rip guy who caught her eye during multiple sessions. She
was shy at first, but started making eye contact wearing
sexier GEM outfits and swimsuits that showed off her body.
With my encouragement and a lot of reassurance that she
looked incredibly hot. She began accidentally running into him into
the sauna and steamer room. She'd come home and tell
me every detail while I stroked myself, and I loved
how they chatted into the heat, both sweaty eyes wandering
over each other's bodies. The anticipation drove me wild. Every
time she packed her gym bag, I'd get hard wondering
if her crush would be there that day. Her GEM
visits became much more frequent. Eventually, after she basically put
him on the plate for him, he asked her out
for a drink. She was nervous as howl and almost
backed out, but she went. That first date ended with
a passionate good night kiss, the first time another man's
tongue had been in her mouth since before we met.
When she told him we had an O and marriage
after initially saying she was separated, he was surprised but intrigued.
From there, the dates escalated fast, making out, heavy petting,
and finally sex at his place. She told me he
was average in size, still bigger than me, but had
an incredible and stamina and could fuck her for hours,
exactly what she'd been missing. They even worked out together sometimes,
though working out often turned into fucking in the car
after the Gem. Watching the progression of her dates sent
my cut cold angst into overdrive, but I was addicted
to the thrill. They dated for a few months until
he got emotionally clingy and told her he loved her.
It scared her off and they eventually broke up. She
still sees him at the Gem occasionally, and amidst she's
still fond of him, he'd take her back in a heartbeat,
but for two years they've been exclusive with her current boyfriend.
That Jim experienced open the door to our whole cuckle journey.
She loved the confidence boost, the great sex, and the
thrill of being desired by a younger, fitter man. And yes,
like any dedicated cook, I've been happily paying her gym
membership the entire time. Is this is the Gem A
perfect place for half lives, meat bulls, for women who
hate dating apps and bars. It feels like prime territory
and alpha male Desperately, you're a proud cock hubby. I
mean the gym is a classic hookup thing. I mean,
if you think about it, I mean, I can't think
of a place that couldn't turn into a natural hookup.
But I can see that in a gem. Absolutely, anybody
hook up at a gym. The square binge ones are those?
The back to the swing? Are those? The ones like
this swing, except just they're flat, not like where they
can curve around your ass. I just I haven't been
to a parking eons and I don't have them at
the dog park. So you had one at your house.
We're obsessed with swing sex. Now it bench that had?
Oh okay, yeah, it's like, did we guys did we
call those a seesaw? You bunch of swingers up in JB.
You want to be a swinger with me? I walked
into that like face first, Like if it was a
glass door, I would have just smacked it over and
over again. Okay, anybody that's listening later, have you ever
had or been a gem based hot wife or bull situation?
Is the gym really prime hunting ground? And would you
rather your partner have multiple short flings or one long
term buwl they can connect with H I would like
one time, I'd like a long term kind of bull thing,
just because I Yeah, i'd wanna, I'd want that just
saying you can also drop your comments in the you
know when the show blow in our comments chat boyow,
you guys have got me tongue tied tonight. Shame on you. You
know where we're talking about sex, swings and stuff I
haven't had. I'm gonna have to find a swing now,
or if you're listening later where you can't talk about
sex and a swing with us. You can send your
confessions to Niki in I kk a y at Dearniky
dot com, anonymously through our website at darniky dot com
under the confessions tab and join us over hun our
discord channel. Well, we get caught up about swings and
types of swings and sex and swings. You know, we
know what's gonna happen here. Oh dear dear Nikki. Treating
her partners well and pampering them really does open all
kinds of delicious doors. This story is proof of that.
I was introduced to C by my adopted Asian sub
aas who described herself as queer friend with the needed
of sugar Daddy. After a long conversation with C about
consent boundaries and kinks, she told me she feels zero
romantic or emotional attraction to men, but she had a
deep fetish of being forced to serve and submit to them.
She wanted it rough, heavy on the submission and humiliation,
but with a condom. Since she has not on birth control.
She enthusiastically agreed to my go to scenario. C is
a tiny French expat living in Montreal. Five one choppy hair,
blonde bob and perky bee tips, a rock hard gymnast ass,
and a muscular legs. She's studying at university and used
to be competitive gymnast. You can tell. I told her
to wear her most feminine lingerie and heels. She stowed
up in a stereotypical French girl outfit oversized jeans, benage
pull over and a barber jacket, but underneath she had
brought a brand new Lacey Sheer one piece teddy with
a detachable crotch just for me. I poured her a
glass of wine, had her stripped down, then made her
crawl on all floors across the room to me. I
clipped a fresh lease on her collar and remind her
she was mine for the night. From there, I broke
her down beautifully. I made her remove my belt and
pants with her teeth. When she tried to suck my
cock without permission. She earned a couple of light slaps
with a firm reminder don't think, just listen and obey.
Her soft French accent whispering guess daddy had me hard.
I interrogated her while she was blindfolded an edge with
a vibrator, asking about her sexual history, how she feels
about men, and how much she loves being dominated despite
identifying as queer. She fell miserably and squirted all over
my bed like a fountain. The first time she came,
I made her crawl through her own mess on all
floors before shackling her wrist and ankles to spanking her
firm little ass bright red with a woman wooden paddle. Later,
I had her arch up on pillows while a mechanical
dildo fucked her pussy and rimmed her tight ass. She
came again so hard she soaked my test. Then I
took her gold star. I face fucked her mercilessly and
had her hanging off her bed until her mind melted.
After that, I fucked her raw doggie style, calling her
my fake lesbian, my fritch come back, and my personal
fucked doll. She came shaking and screaming while I degraded her.
I finished by painting her pretty little face and hair
with a massive load that made her clean my cock
with her tongue. She we showered, cuddled, and ordered pizza,
watched Netflix, and had sweet vanilla sacks. Later that night,
she left around midnight, still wearing her leash. A few
days later, Aas casually told me that se loved it.
It was a little jealous. I just smiled. Signed Montreal Daddy,
French fuck doll trainer. Hmm, friends are okay, I've been
with a few there. Okay, I'm not. I think it
was just the purse. We just didn't connect. It was
just a fuck kind of thing. So one and the
only time in my life it was just a fuck
just saying questions from my author. What's the hottest moment
for you during the scene, her first squirt, the face fucking,
or when she started eagerly agreeing to all your degrading
dirty talk. Has ce come back for more since that night?
Or is Aas still jealous? How do you balance the
heavy degradation during play with making sure she feels safe
and cared for afterward and for my listeners probably to
Captain here. Have you ever played with someone whose orientation
made them dynamics extra taboo and exciting straight with gay
or by lesbian with a man, etc. And how heavy
do you like your humiliation and degradation play like teasing
or full on verbal destruction? Drop your answers in our
comments or send them over to Nikki and Ikky at
dearnik dot com mononymously through the website at dearnik dot
com under the confessions tab, and don't forget join us
over on our discord channel Monday through Saturday eight pm.
I'm here waiting for you, so, Captain, since you're resident
right now one of them. I think we have two
unlessen j as a dom and not telling us yet
our dobs. What are we thinking? Are you heavy into degradation?
Have you been hapay for oeyamo? What about you? Are
we a dom? Sex on a swing? We want to
bring the swing back up? Anything that's something I don't
It's not my cup of tea, like I said, it's
not my miles very on that one. Ooh, a switch,
we got a switch, my first switch? Yum. I don't
think I could be a switch. I don't think I
could be eating. I'm submissive. I would love to maybe,
I don't know. I don't like labels. So there's that.
What's your most exciting switch? Have you ever had somebody
since your switch? Have you ever degraded or got degraded? Okay,
so light. Dear Nikki text a few days after our
first time, I told her I had no romantic feelings
for her. She admitted it was confusing because she'd never
considered herself attracted to women, but she couldn't stop thinking
about me and wanted to fool around more. I sent
her an audio of me vibing my clit while fantasizing
about us fucking, and she replied with a picture of
her thick, hard cock. I invited her over the next morning,
but she didn't show up. I was so disappointed in horny,
I felt like a cat in heat, masturbating NonStop. The
next day. She explained that thinking about me and the
things she wanted to do to me was triggering some dysphoria.
She was usually at bottom with men, but she kept
fantasizing about dominating me, tying me up, fucking me dotty style.
She said, she veers, but suddenly as they urged a
rail a girl with big tits messing with her head.
I reassured her that she was all woman to me,
and I was craving exactly that. She decided she wanted
to see me and get out of her system. I
told her she could come by for supper and take
the lead. If she only wanted to hang out, that
was fine. She came over during a brutal heat wave.
I wore short jean shorts and my shirt. My shirt
was soaked with sweat and clinging to my skin. She
looked cute in a short dress and heeled sandals. We
eat pizza on the porch, drank wine, and chatted normally.
Then a massive downpour hit and we went inside. Suddenly,
she cut my ass and asked if I could take
my soap top and brow off. The second I did,
my tits were bouncing freely as I walked around in
just my shorts, pretending everything was casual. When I came
back from grabbing snacks, she was stroking her hard cock
on the couch. I asked to suck it, but she
was still unsure about the full sex do to the dysphoria. Instead,
she asked to watch me play with my toys. I
sat across from her, vibing my nipples and click. I
got so wet I took off my shorts and kept
going over my silk panties. Eventually she pulled me into
a big spoon position and started rubbing her cock against
my ass while groping my tits. I was aching to
be filled. I told her I wanted to grab a
dildo because I loved the feeling of my pussy clenching
around something. When I come. She held me tight and
shyly asked if she could slip it in instead. I nodded.
The moment her warm, fainy cock pushed inside me, I
llowed this embarrassing squeak. Then she fucked me like an animal.
She pounded me so hard and fast, one hand gripping
my hip, breathing like she was running a marathon. I
begged her to come inside me. I have an ird.
She put me on all fours and on the floor
while I railed me even deeper, bend over my back,
grunting in my ear while holding my stomach. When she
finally came, her whole body tensed and her cock twitched
hard as she pumped me full. A little calming meat
started leaking out down my thighs. I grabbed my vibe
and came hard while she watched. She left shortly after,
but a few hours later sent me another picture of
her hard cock. Now she comes over regularly and fox
me rough. My pussy has been taking a serious beating,
and I'm loving it. She's told me about the prostate
exams and how they make her cumbuckets. I'm really curious
about watching her have one, maybe even sitting on her
dick while she does so I can get filled up
at the same time. Has anyone tried this signed desperately?
Anna's big titted cumslot. This is hot in a way.
I mean, it's not my cup of tea, but I
can see why somebody finds it hot for my author.
How does it feel when she's pounding you so hard?
Is it the roughest exactly what you've been craving? Have
you tried riding her during her prostate exam yet? Or
orgasm yet? And how that it go? Has her dysphoria
gotten easier since you've been hooking up more regularly? I
was kind of wondering, because it did say I just looked.
It did say prostat exam and I'm thinking, how the
hell is she had a doctor and you're riding her?
But you know, hey, I get it. I mean, I mean, okay,
getting over the swing thing, but could we fuck somebody
while they're getting a prostate exam? You know, right? Meaning fucked?
Just saying kind of interesting. I'm sure somebody's had that fantasy.
Not me, but I'm sure somebody. And questions for you guys,
have you ever hooked up with someone exploring their sexuality
gender in real time like this? Has anyone experienced or
given a prostate orgasm during penetrative sex? Is it as
intense as they say? Drop your own confessions below? I
am listening. This was a show. We've taught people how
to have sex on swings and now prostate exam foughts.
You know, you never know what you're gona learn here.
These stories all remind us something powerful. Desire doesn't follow
neat little rules. He doesn't care about age gaps, social rules,
or what we think we should want. Whether that's the
unexpected spark with someone who feels completely safe, like a sweet,
curvy cleaning lady who suddenly becomes a teasing goddess in
tight yoga pants, or the intoxicating thrill of public sex,
where a sunny park walk turns into a heart pounding
flashes and dripping wet adrenaline, or diving headfirst into forbidden
territory like a fifty year old mom secretly craving her
son's best friend. Our bodies often crave what society tells
us we shouldn't want. The cleaning lady gave us a delicious,
slow burned Tenson. The park flasher showed us how quickly
curiosity can spiral into bold, exhibitionist hunger. And that knotty
bommy she just proved how addictive the danger of getting
caught can make every stolen to much and risky fuck
feel the lesson sometimes giving in even just the little kind,
unlocked parts of yourself you never knew existed. Those hidden
desires aren't shameful. They are part of what makes us human,
alive and deliciously complicated. Exploring them can bring intense pleasure,
newfound confidence, and a deeper understanding of your own sexuality.
But here's the important part. Lovers, Curiosity and consent must
always walk hand in hand. Talk openly with your partners,
set clear boundaries, stay safe, whether that means protecting your marriage,
avoiding real legal trouble, or making sure every yes is
enthusiastic and ongoing. The hottest experiences happen when everyone involved
feels respected, wanted, and secure. So embrace your filthy thoughts
and do it wisely. And now, since nobody was here
when I read the reddle, I'll read it a couple
of times. You need to guys. Ready, Okay, here we go.
What has four letters, sometimes nine letters, but never has
five letters? I'll read it again. What has four letters,
sometimes nine letters, but never has five letters? Explain you
said the words? Explain exactly? What has four letters, sometimes
has nine letters, and never has five letters? The word?
Each word? Oh, I see what you meant. I just
gave you the answer was you were on the right past.
Don't boom, I give you the wrong. Yeah, I give
you the right answer. But there you go. Okay, it's
time for your naughty duckin' knuckin' you guys have me
tongue tied tonight. Oh my goodness, I smarked as I
watched my braddy boyfriend Jake fidget on the couch, his
eyes glued to me, and my favorite black lace lingerie,
the one that barely covers my tits and my left
ass cheeks peeking out with every step. I'm mouthing off
again all evening, pushing my button ins with that cocky
little grin of his. You think you can talk back
to me like that, I said earlier. My voice is
low and sweet, but laced with the warning. But it
was time to remind him who was in charge bedroom now,
I commanded. Oh wait, you were not a Patreon member yet.
If you were, you'd get this episode ad free plus
up to full ten minutes delicious tuck in audio where
my soft voice whispers all the filthy things you've been
dying to hear at night. Just imagine me tucking you
in like that. And that's just one of the perks.
So tell me you're gonna slip behind the velvet rope
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The link is in the show notes. And that's it
for tonight's episode of Nikki after Dark. Thank you for
sharing your secrets with me, you beautiful fucking humans. If
these stories made you throw up, squirm, or make make
you sure you sent your own confessions over to Nikki
and i kk Y at derniki dot com, anonymously through
our website at dearniki dot com under the confessions tab,
and join us on our discord channel Monday through Saturday
eight pm four Nanny Shenanigans with other sexplortofs. Until then,
keep those dirty thoughts coming. Good night, my lovers,