Speaker 1: I'll be there. My delicious listeners, Tonight, we're diving deep
into temptation. Imagine walking to your very first swinger party,
heart raising and ending up on display on multiple hands
and bodies. Explore every inch of you getting stretched, filled
and taken right there in front of everyone. And what
happens when you hit forty five and suddenly your body
is on fire, dripping wet and dying the fuck every
hot guy who walks past you. And for my naughty
professionals out there, picture your proper maths teacher slipping out
of her serious pisona after hours, bending over her desk
and begging to be fucked senseless by someone who appreciates
her filthy side. Stick around because these confessions are going
to leave you soaked and dropping. And for tonight's question,
when was the moment you realized your sexual appetite had
grown stronger or kinkier than ever before And what triggered
that delicious awakening? How did it change you? Away? You
touch yourself for the risk you're willing to take with
a partner. And what's one new fantasy that's heightened the
hunger that has unlocked for you? Remember, send me your
answers in our chat, or you can email them to
me at Nikki and Ikky at Dearniky dot com, anonymously
through our website at darniki dot com under the confessions tab,
or like I said, drop them in the discord chat
with us live and you know it's my favorite time,
right are filthy sounding lorettel. It's short. Here you go.
What goes in hard and dry that comes out soft
and wet. I'll let you think about that while you listen,
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. We're live. Let's have a whiskey
with some filthy cherries, of course, and explore some erotic
fantasies from people just like you and me. I don't
remember it, honestly, I don't remember the answer, but I
bet you're right because we've had this before. But I
do know that there have been variations of this answer,
so it may not be that one tonight. It might
be something else, So keep thinking, Dear Nicky. I've always
been curious about the swinger lifestyle, but tonight was the
first time I'd taken the plunge. My wife, Sarah, and
I had been invited to a dinner party by some
friends who were into that scene. We talked about it
for months, fantasized about it, and now here we were
standing in front of the grand mansion, with a nervous
energy buzzing between us, like electricity in a warm night air.
Reddy Sarah asked, her hands slipping into mine as she
looked up at me with those big, inviting eyes that
always made my pulse race. I'll be, I replied, squeezing
her hand, feeling the heat of her palm against mine.
We walked up the long driveway, the sound of our
footsteps echoing off the stone walls, the cool evening breeze
carrying hints of perfume and anticipation. The door opened before
we could even knock, revealing a tall, statuesque woman with
fiery red hair and a smile that promised all sorts
of wicked delights. Her gaze lingered on both of us,
warm and knowing. Welcome. Come in, We've been expecting you,
she said, stepping aside to let us pass. Her voice
was like velvet. The house was opulent, filled with a
luxurious furniture and tasteful art, but it was the people
inside that really caught my attention. Couples milled about, drinks
in hand, chatting and laughing. Some were dressed to the nines,
while others were more casually attired. All of them, however,
seemed to have one thing in common, an air of
anticipation that thickened the air with desire. The hostess led
us through the crowd, introducing us to several couples, each
one more attractive than the last. There was a tall,
muscular man with chiseled jawline and a piercing blue eyes
that seemed to undress us with a single glance. The
deep burnet with curves that could stop traffic. A couple
with matching tattoos and mischievous smiles that hinted as shared secrets.
As the evening progressed, the atmosphere grew increasingly charged. Conversations
became more intimate, Touches lingered a little longer, fingertips brushing arms,
hands resting on waist, and the occasional flirtatious glance sent
shivers down my spine. Sarah and I found ourselves drawn
to a group of people near the fireplace, where the
conversation quickly turned from polite small talk to something much
more provocative. The crackling fire warming our skin as voices
dropped to husky whispers. So tatty's too failed, I'm not sharing,
A tall, muscular man asked, his voice low and seductive,
sending a thrill straight to my clock. Sara bit her lip,
glancing at me for approval, her cheeks flushed. I nodded,
feeling a rush of excitement mixed with nerves or open
to anything, I said, my heart pounding in my chest.
The man grinned, his eyes lighting up with mischief. Excellent.
Why don't we start with a little fun. He led
us to a large, plush couch in the corner of
the room. As we sat down, the petty brunette joined us,
sitting so close better thigh pressed warmly against mine, her
soft skin radiating heat. The other couple followed suit, greeting
a tight circle of bodies, heavy building with lust. Why
don't you show us what you've got, the man said,
nodding towards Sarah. She hesitated for a moment, then leaned forward,
her lips brushing against my ear, her warm breaths sending
sparks across my skin. What do you think, she whispered,
her voice trembling with excitement. Go for it, I encouraged,
my breath hitching as she began to unbutton my shirt,
her fingers grazing my chest. Her fingers stanced over my skin,
sending sparks of electricity corsic through me. As she peeled
away the fabric, the brunette moved closer, her hands joining
the exploration. Her touch was soft yet insistent, tracing patterns
across my chest and abdomen, her nails lightly scraping and
making my muscles tins with need. You're doing great, the
man murmured, his voice thick with desire. He reached out, gently,
cupping Sara's chin and turning her face towards him. Now,
why don't you show us how good you are with
that mouth of yours. Sara's eyes widened slightly, but she
didn't hesitate. She leaned in and wrapped her lips around
the tip of his cock. His groan of pleasure filled
the room, deep and guttural, and I watched in awe.
She took him deeper, her tongue swirling around the sensitive
had her cheeks hollowing with slow teasing sock though at
sounds of her mouth worked him, mixed with the fire
crackle of my own ragging breath. Meanwhile, the brunette continued
her ministrations, her fingers dipping lower, teasing the waistband of
my pants. She glanced up at me, wicked smile playing
on her lips. Mind if I take these off? She asked,
a voice sultry purr that made my cock twitch. Not
at all, replied, gasping, as she slid my pants down,
freeing my throbbing erection into the warm air. She wasted
no time taking me into her mouth with practiced eased
Her lips were like velvet, hot and slick. Her tongue
was relentless teas as she worked me over, swirling and
sucking with delicious prussure that had my hips bucking involuntarily.
The sensation was almost too much to bear. I leaned back,
my head resting against the couch as I watched Sarah
devour the man in front of her. Her cheeks hollowed
with each thrust, her eyes locked onto mine, begging for approval,
her soft moans vibrating around him. Fuck, you're good, the
man groaned, his hips bucking involuntarily. Keep going, baby. Sarah
did just that. Her pace quickened as she sucked him harder,
her fingers massaging his balls. The brunette beside me matched
her rhythm. Her mouth was working me with a fever
and left me breathless, saliva dripping down my shaft. Look
at you, two, the tattooed woman said, her voice dripping
with admiration. Your naturals. She leaned in, her lips, brushing
against my ear her hot breath. How about we take
this to the next level, she suggested, her hand moving
to the bulge of her own pants. Before I could respond,
the man pulled Sarah off him, his eyes dark with lust.
Time for a change of pace, he said, lifting her
on to the couch, possessing her on all fours, Her
ases raised invitingly, glistening with a rousal. Spread your legs,
he ordered. His voice was commanding. Sarah complied immediately, her
thighs trembling with antssipation, her pussy vizzily wet and swollen.
The man possitioned himself behind her, his thick cock pressing
against her slick instincts. He didn't waste any time, dressing
into her with a force that made her cry on
with pleasure, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing.
Sara's nails dug into her cushions, her body arching as
he pounded into her, stretching her beautifully. Oh God, yes,
she screamed, her voice breaking with pleasure. Raw needy, the
brunette abandoned my cock, moving to join the action. She
knelt beside Sarah, her fingers finding the other woman's clit,
rubbing in vast circular motions, her own arousal evident in
her flush skin. Take it, baby, the brenette cooed, her
voice a soothing balm amids the chaos, Take it all.
Sara's moans grew louder, her body convulsing with each powerful thrust.
The man's pace quickened, his grunts of exertion filling the room.
It was clary was close, the movements becoming erratic as
he chased his own release. Fuck, I'm gonna come, he shouted,
his voice strained. Sara's response was immediate, her body tightening
around him as she came hard, her screams of ecstasy
echoing through the room. Juice's coating a cock. The man
followed suit, his seat flooding into her as he emptied
completely with deep pulsing throbs. They collapsed in a heap.
Spent and satisfied, The Brunett turned to her attention to
me once more. Her eyes gleamed with mischief as she
straddled me, her ret pussy hovering above my throbbing erection,
her scent musky and intoxicating. Your turn, she whispered, lowering
herself on to me with a slow, deliberate motion that
made me groan. As her tight heat and wrapped around me.
I groaned, Does she oh gosh about to sneeze? She groaned?
I groaned as she wrapped around me, her warmth and
tightness diving re mild. She started to ride me, her
hips swaying with a hypnotic rhythm that left me spellbound,
her inner walls clenching harder. I demanded, my voice, rough
with need. She obliged, picking up the pace until I
could barely keep up. Her breast bounced at the shrest,
her nipple straining against the fabric of her top. I
reached up, tweaking them roughly andliciting a gasp of pleasure
from her. Yes, just like that, But it wasn't enough.
I needed more. I needed to feel every inch of
her to lose myself in the sensation. I grabbed her hips,
flipping around her back and slamming into her with a
renewed vigor. The couch creaking beneath us. Fuck me, she cried,
her nails digging into my shoulders, ut me hard. I
did just that, my thrust becoming more frantic as I
chased my own release. Her legs wrapped around my waist,
pulling me deeper, her cries of pleasure spurring yon, her
pussy soaking, wet and gripping me perfectly. Come for me,
she becked, her voice ragged, fill me up. Those words
pushed me over the edge. I felt the pressure building
and my balls tightening as her harriet explode. With one
final powerful thrust, I came, my seeds, spilling into her
with a force that left me shuddering. Wave after wave
of intense pleasure. I collapsed on top of her, spent
and satisfied. The tattooed woman reappeared, her eyes gleaming with excitement.
Looks like you two her ready for the main event,
she said, her voice dripping with antssipation. Before I could
even process her words, she gestured to some one behind me.
I turned to see a tall, muscular man and a
petite brunette approaching her expressions in grew equally eager dumble penetration.
The man said, his voice, little oak growl, Are you
ready for that? I glanced at Sarah, who was already
nodding eagerly absolutely. She breathed her eyes wide with a dissipation,
her body still flushed and glistening. The man positioned himself
behind her once more, his cock pressing against her entrance.
The brunette knelt beside her, fingers spreading Sarah's full as
she lined herself up on three. The brunette said, her
voice calm and steady, one, two, three. With synchronized precision,
they both rust into her, filling her completely. Sarah's screams
of pleasure was deafening, her body convulsing as she took
them both stretched in full. Fuck your tight. The man growled,
his hips pistoning in and out of her. The brunette
snatched his rhythm, her movements fluid and graceful. Together, they
worked Sarah over, their thrust, becoming more intense with each
passing second, the sounds of white flesh and moans filling
the air, Oh God, yes, Sarah screamed, her voice breaking
with pleasure. Don't stop. The tattooed woman knelt beside me,
her fingers tracing lazy circles of my chest. Enjoying the show,
she asked immensely, I replied. My eyes glowed to the
sight before me, my hard cock, and now an erotic view. Good,
she said, leaning in to kiss me. Her lips were
warm and soft, her tongue exploring my mouth of a
hunger that matched my own tasting of wine and sire.
As we kissed, I felt the surge of energy and
desire to join in the madness. I pulled away from her,
my eyes locking into Sarah's. May I, I asked, my
voice hoarse of need. She nodded, her eyes shining with excitement. Please,
she begged. Her voice said desperately, I moan to join them,
my clock pressing against her entrance. With that deep breath,
I thrust into her, completing the trio of pleasure, feeling
the incredible tightness and the heat of others inside her.
Oh fuck, Sarah screamed, her body convulsing as she took
all three of us, Overwhelmed and lost in bliss, the
sensation was overwhelming, the heat and tightness of her pussy
driving wild. I thrust into her with abandon, my hips
meeting the rhythm of others, slick and intense. That's it,
the man growled, his voice, thick with satisfaction taken all.
Baby Sarah's cries of pleasure filled the room, her body
writhing beneath us as she lost control of herself in sensations.
The burnette's fingers found her clad once more, rubbing with fever,
and sent Sarah's spiraling into another orgasm. I'm coming, she said,
her body tightening around us as she came hard, pulsing
and milking us. The force of her orgasm jriggered our own,
our bodies spasming as we emptied ourselves into her. The
man at the first go, his seat flooding into her
as she groaned his release. The barnette followed suit, her
body shuddering as she came. And then it was by turn.
I felt the pressure building, my balls tightening as I
prepared to explode. With one final powerful thrust, I came,
my seat, spilling into her with a force that left
me shuddering as we collapsed in the heat, spent and satisfied,
the tattooed woman leaned in her lips brushing against my ear.
Ready for run't you? She whispered, her voice dripping with anticipation.
I looked at Sarah, who was already nodding eagerly. She
breathed and her eyes went wide with excitement. The man
the Brnette exchanged knowing glance, her expression equally eager. Then
let's get started, the man said, his voice a little growl.
Before I could even respond, he lifted Sarah onto the
couch once more, again, positioning her on all oars. The
nil the Brenette kneltside her, spreading her up as she
lined herself up, signed your secret swinger. Okay, I'm gonna
call this one. We're uh gonna learn a lesson from
this one. I'm not saying it didn't happen. I'm just
saying that it's a wish I could have would Yeah,
that's what I'm thinking here. It's hot, I'll give you that,
And I'm not saying it couldn't because I know of
some very parties that are hard to get into that
have been invited to maybe go and read in not
here in the US, but yeah, so they can happen.
I'm just saying this is a very vivid message, but
I like it. What was the most surprising or hottest
moment for you personally this night? Have you and Sarah
talked about going back for more adventure since then? And
for my listeners, have you ever attended a swinger's party
or fantasized about one? And what held you back or
pushed you forward? And what's one boundary or fantasy you'd
love to explore with your partner in a similar setting.
Drop your answer in the comments, or you can always
email me my links, Sorry my show notes. Dear Nikki
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my favorite obsessions. It started when my boyfriend was brought
home his first bull, tall muscular guy with a thick
cock that made my mouth water instantly. Instead of just watching,
I found myself on my knees, eagerly pleasuring them both.
I'd sucked my boyfriend's familiar cock while stroking the bulls heavier,
thicker one, tasting the difference, feeling the power dynamics shift
as I serve them. I loved dropping to my knees
the moment they walk in, taking turns deep throating them,
my saliva dripping down their shafts while they talked about
how good I was servicing real men. The musky scent
of their arousal, the weight of their cocks at my tongue,
the way they groan and thrust into me. It all
makes my own dick leak helplessly in my cage. When
they're ready to fuck, I'm there preparing them, licking my
boyfriend's whole to relax him, then sucking the bull's cock
until he's slick and throbbing before he slid into my man.
I pleasure them both during the scene, holding my boyfriend's
hand while he gets pounded, kissing him deeply as he moans,
then dropping down to lick the bull's balls or suck
his cock whenever he pulls out. After the bull fills
my boyfriend with his massive cream pie, I'm the one
who cleans it all up, my tongue eagerly lapping at
every drop from his stretched used hole while they both
watch and praise me. The taste of another man's com
mixed with my boyfriend's ass is addictive. Being the devoted
gay cock who pleasures both my man and his bull
has unlock something deep inside me. I feel useful, humiliated,
and incredibly turned on all at once. I can't wait
for the next time I get to service them both.
I can't signed your devoted gay cock okay, servicing your
boyfriend Anna's bull so angrily, very saxy. Never I don't
think we've had one like this. Hmmm. I like it.
A mix of worship, the clean up, the support creates
an incredible intimate and filthy dynamic. It's how much pleasure
you derive from the pleasure in owning that role? I
absolutely love it. Question for my author, what's the favorite
part of pleasuring them both, the oral service, the cleanup,
or helping during the fucking? Does your boyfriend get off
on watching you service the ball as much as you do?
And questions for my listeners cocks in a gay dynamics
or anybody that's cooked or wants to be who else
loves being an active participant in pleasuring both partners? And
what's the most satisfying way you've serviced during a cuckold scene.
You can drop your answers below. I was reading you,
little d Have you ever done that? Oh? Is it
a fantasy? Oh? You have nice There's just something erotic
about I was sitting here picturing in my head there's
something very erotic about exactly. But it doesn't matter where
it is. That's someone that's there to help clean up,
no matter what, no matter what, the three person dynamic is.
Absolutely this is hot, Dear Niki. I get wet as
fuck just showing off and knowing people or looking at me.
I couldn't do it in public, not more than I
already had. I always wanted to go a step further,
so I started going to swinger parties and wearing really
slutty see through clothes. The first time I went, I
wore no panties, heels, a skirt with my ass almost out,
and a tight see through shirt. I walked around nervous
as fuck, my heart pounding and my skin tingling with
every glance, until eventually some couple came over and bought
me a drink. When I told him why I was
there and that i'd do whatever they'd accept, fuck, he
told me to pull up my shirt and let everyone
see my tits. Instantly, people looked eyes looking on to me,
and the rush of heat between my legs made me dizzy.
So I pulled up my skirt and got on the
couch with my legs facing the room so everyone could see.
I wasn't wearing any panties and I had a butt
plug in. So many people came over to watch that
I got so wet it was dripping down my leg
my thighs slick and shiny under the lights. After a
few more drinks and getting over my nerves, I ended
up going to the middle of the room where a
group of guys and did whatever they told me to do.
At first, the hem me walk around, letting people play
with my tits, hands squeezing, finger pinching my hard nipples,
sending jolts straight to my aching pussy. Then one of
them came over, pulled down my fish nets, and asked
if he could gape my ass with my pluck. I
told him I could as long as someone played with
my pussy. By this point I was dripping wet and
so turned on I thought I'd come just standing there,
my breath coming in in short gasp and my body
trembling with need. When I bent over, I felt a
hand on my pussy, fingers sliding through my thug folds,
and a different hand on my titties, squeezing and tonguing
and a different set of hands spreading my ass while
someone pulled the toy in and out. I squirted for
only the second time in my life. The hot rush
of its sprayed down my thighs as my legs shook uncontrollably,
though it sounds echoing with my moans. No one stopped
touching me even while I was squirting, which made me
end up coming over and over for what felt like forever.
Waves of pleasure crashed through me again and again, my
cryes growing louder as fingers kept rubbing my clit and
plunging deep into my pussy. I started using my hands,
making people come on me, stroking their hard cocks until
they groaned and painted my tits, my stomach, and my
skin thick warm ropes of I was too nervous to
give head for obvious reasons, but that didn't stop the intensity.
People were telling me my asscaped so pretty, and that
taking turns using the toil on me, pulling it in
and out while I stayed bent over, exposed and shaking.
At the same time, I could feel hands on my
pussy more than I could tell whose was who's, and
fingers everywhere rubbing fingering, teasing my swollen clit, which made
me wetter and wetter and coming more and more, until
eventually I was screaming and coming at the same time,
my voice raw, my body completely overwhelmed. I couldn't take
it anymore until then I had to go still, with
guys around me and hard and waiting their turns. Immediately,
I got dressed and left and thought about it for
months afterward, Signed Your Secret Exhibitionist Kitten. I've been to
a few clubs. I mean as not pride like my
real persona like who I am day to day, right,
but as me as a this right. So I've not played.
But I didn't do this. Let's put it that way.
I didn't do this. But I love this. She does
have me squirming events I mean, hot and fearless, the exploration, exhibitionism,
the thrill being watched and touched. I love how she
let herself set clear boundaries while still diving deep into
her desires, letting that nervous excitement turn into multiple explosive orgasms.
I love this. In questions for my author, what part
of that night surprised you the most or turned you
on more than you expected? Have you ever gone back
to more body parties since then? And did you push
your own limits even further, maybe even allowing it to
go further this time? In questions for my listeners, what's
the oldest exhibitionist or public play fantasy you've ever acted
on or want to? And how does being watched or
have multiple hands on you sound? Does it make you
drip like a confessor? Here? I guess he's gonna be
hear back, Dear Nikki, I think my wife wants a
gang bang. It's become my hottest fetish lately and the
thought alone gets me rock hard. On vacation, she gets wild,
no bra, short skirt, shave, pussy full on display, the
breeze teasing her hard nibbles, making her skirt flip up
to show everyone she's completely bare underneath. I've watched her
step out onto the balcony completely nude, her body glowing
under the sun, confidently letting anyone who's looked up to
see every curve. I've seen her get eaten out by
a stranger, her moans carrying on the warm air as
his tongue worked her slick shaved pussy until she's trembled
and came. I've seen a stranger come deep inside her,
her legs wrapped around him as he filled her up
while I watch from the shadows, my cock throbbing at
the sight. But this is more, This is her surround
taken used by multiple men at once. The fantasy has
me obsessed. Where will we even go to do that?
I've heard about swingers beaches, but I don't know whether
they are or how to find the right spot. She
is forty five. Do you think guys would wanter becus? Fuck?
I know, I do. I see how other men look
at her when she's dressed like that, their eyes hungry
on her body. Every time we're on vacation, the energy shifts.
She moves with this confident SEDUCTI blay her short skirts
riding up her thighs, her brawlsed heads bouncing free, and
her thin top nipples poking through the fabric and drawing stairs.
Wherever we go, the air smells like salt, sunscreen, and
her arousal as she flashes me that naughty little smile,
knowing I'm watching. I remember the way she shaved, her pussy,
glistening when that stranger dropped to his knees and devoured
her his mouth making wet, obscene sounds while she gripped
the balcony railing and cried out. And when the other
guy thrust into her, the slick sounds of impounding her,
the way her body shook as he emptied himself inside her,
it left me aching to give her even more. She
deserves to be worshiped and focked senseless by a group
of eager men, their hands all over her, cocks, taking turns,
stretching her, filling her, cuvering her, the idea of her
at the center of it, moaning and dripping, lost in
pleasure while I watch, it's driving me crazy. But the
practical side lingers, where do couples go to make something
happen like this safely? Are there places where a gorgeous
forty five year old woman like her would be the
star of the night? Signed Your Secret Hot Wife for Boyer.
I know everywhere I go with the people i'm with,
everybody are in their late thirties plus, So I have
no doubt in my mind that a forty five year
old woman is going to get fucked. And I can
say that confidently because I'm older than that. I'll be
forty nine this year, and not that I've taken anybody
up on it, but yes, I have been offered and
asked and tempted, so yes, it can happen. I don't
know why, but I think it's more of the confidence thing.
But I'm here to say that I think women mills
get hit on a hell of a lot more. And
I will say if I compare it to where what
I worked on the lines, and even though I played
multiple characters and had a lot of them under barely
legal ages from like nineteen to twenty whatever, right, I
can tell you I made more money making from thirty
five plus the Milf gilf Anti age. So yes, I'm
gonna say she's gonna be just that's fine. What specific
detail about the gang bang turn you on? In her
the most watching joining or cream buys? Have you talked
directly about her wanting to take things to a full
gang bang level? And for my listeners, for the couples
who've done gang bangs or swinger events, what's the first
time like and how did you find the right spot
hot wives and voyeurs at what age range do you
find the most desirable and why drop your answers in
our conversation and chat or you can email them directly
to me at Nikki and Ikky at Dearniki dot com,
anonymously through the website at dear nikad dot com under
the confession stab and don't forget. Join us on my
discord Monday through Saturday, eight pm Central Standard Time. Boy,
that rolled off the tongue really well, Dear Nikki. My
wife as a switch has been a long, long, delicious
journey of exploration and pleasure. I lost my virginity to
my brother's girl friend when I was twelve, and I've
been never looked back. The sex was always great, but
I was always intensely interested in anal play and was
never an offer of those days. Some years later, after
having sat and read parts of Lady Charlet's Lover to
a male friend of mine and vice versa, we discovered
the real purpose of butter. This led us to fingering
each other, rimming each other, and finally slapping huge amounts
of butter all over each other, slippery, cool and melting
against our heated skin. I fucked him first, my thick cock,
stretching him open as the butter made everything glide so obscenely.
Then he fucked me. The slick sounds of fulness as
driving me wild. At that time, I did not even
have preference of fore top or bottom and did both happily.
As an aside, I have a six and a half
inch stick, but it's pretty thick. Over the years, I've
become loved big cocks, especially the thick ones. For anal play.
I don't necessarily need a longer than seven or eight inches,
sometimes shorter, but the girth is what I always grave,
that delicious stretch that makes me feel completely full giving head.
I prefer cock not as thick, because I hate sore
jaws and drum afterwards. Nothing gets me off better than
being filled with a big, thick cock in my ass,
feeling the throb as I pulse deep inside me, just
charging heart common my ass well, I'm deep throating another
and having a cock pumped down my mouth and throat,
the salty taste mixing with my own moons. I've continued
having great sexual sexual relationships with women, and then one
day I decided to bring a male lover into the
relationship with my woman. This has continued over the years,
and I've had a huge amount of fun in threesomes, borsoms,
and orgies. There's thick with sweat moons and the slick
sounds of bodies coming together. I also discovered I love
giving up power to women. I've achieved this by encouraging
pegging by one or more women at the same time.
Here again, I've chosen the strap bonds to be used,
and they're always big and thick, stretching me open as
they take control, their hips slapping against me while I
gasp and beg for more. For some years I ran
a swingers club in my country which was the best
known for allowing male partners to come and discover an
experiencer bisexuality. My honest view is that every man is
somehow bisexual. At parties in my house, we allow all
the bisexual exploration in a safe space, often wearing masks
or blindfolds. This has made life so much easier for
a butch boy to suck a cock if he did
not see who was watching him. The wet sounds of
mouths working hard cocks filling the room. The same occurred
while being properly fucked, bodies moving in rhythm. Often at
my parties, I would allow guys who wanted to try
topping to fuck me. They got the safe experience, and
I got real fun and a warm, pulsing cum filling
me up. As I've grown older, I have grown to
love being a bottom or being spit roasted more than topping.
But this might because I'm lazy. Fuck. I'm, however, very
happy to switch roles and be the other side of this.
In a later post, I might spill the details of
my life with a transsexual woman. If you think this
is not true, go look in some other stories I've
sent in and meet my girls peggers, and at least
one of my male friends. Oh. In that regard, he
has a better cock for sucking than fucking. It's as
long and relatively thin, but it's sorted by him being
a multiple cover and then fucking in buckets which fill
you and then leap forever signed your greedy switchlet I
am never looking at better the same way again. Oh,
I really hope that's you. Oh shit, I was hoping
that was a little date. I had questions about butter. Okay,
you're in here, Britt. Have you ever used butter? This
is the conversation we have never had. If the butter's
gone by morning, I know who's used it. I'm just saying, Okay,
if you use butter. I'm just saying you can use butter.
Just I mean, I've never thought of butter. I mean,
butter's a loop. I get it. It's fat, right. We
use it for grease our pants and dishes, for casseroles
and cakes and things of that sort. I just, I
guess I'm living in the clouds. Oh my. I mean,
I mean, if you were gonna, I mean, just maybe
that's the thing. Maybe if you get somebody that doesn't
taste soak, maybe butter will do it. I'm really stretching
this deceived little d comes back. Okay. Questions for my author,
what's one of your most memorable pegging or spit roast
scenes that you'd love to describe in detail? And how
is running a swinger's club changed you the way you
experience your own switch dynamic? Did you ever experience any
of that in the sex club you owned, Britt, you're
in there shaking your head. I know you are. Questions
from my listeners, switches and bisexual explorers. What's your favorite
side of the dynamic? Topping, bottoming or flipping between both?
Only proper loob? You mean you didn't keep butter on
the bedside table like in a like a little tray
that like a lid, so it doesn't, you know, so
be room temperature. But yeah, buttered dish is the word
I'm looking for, thank you. I mean, there's loup out
there now that's like cupcake flavored and vanilla cream flavored.
I mean, why not better?
Speaker 2: Right?
Speaker 1: And for my listeners, have you ever hosted or attended
a space that helped you safely explore your bisexual curiosity?
Or anal blay so you had a butter dish in
condoms on the science deal. I don't even to ask
if you threw the butter out every night. Okay, we're
moving on. Dear Nikki, have you ever creamfied another man's wife?
The thrill of it still makes my cock twitch just
thinking about it. It happened at a truck stop late
one night on a long drive, the kind of place
where the lights buzz in the air smells like diesel,
coffee and forbidden opportunity. I've been chatting with this couple
in a parking lot, watching him from the cab while
his wife flirted shamelessly with me. Her eyes were dark
with hunger. She was bored, horny, and clearly craving something
extra on their road trip. We slipped into the shadows
between the brig rigs, her short sun dress riding up
as she pressed against me. No words were needed after
the first hungry kiss. Her tongue was eager, her hands
were already tugging at my belt. I bent her over
the hood of the car, the metal still warm from
the engine, and slid my fingers between her legs. She
was shoked, soaked, her shape, pussy dripping with anticipation as
she moaned softly into the night air. Her husband watched
from near by, his breathing heavy, clearly loving every second.
I rubbed the head of my cock along her slick folds,
teasing her until she pushed back up against me, backing
for it. Then I thrust in deep, filling her completely
in one smooth stroke. The wet, tight heat of her
pussy grip me perfectly as I fucked her harder, the
sounds of our bodies slapping together mixing with a distant
rumble of trucks on the highway. She kept whispering how
much she loved feeling stranger stretching her, how she wanted
me to come inside her, while her husband watched. I
reached around a rubber clytt, feeling her tightened and pulse
around me as she came, her moans growing louder. That
pushed me over the edge. I buried myself deep as
I could and unloaded pumping rope after a rope of
thick hot come into another man's wife, filling her until
it started leaking out around my clock. She stayed bent over, trembling,
my load dripping down her thighs as she smiled back
at her husband. The whole thing was raw, risky, and
insanely hot. We exchanged numbers for the next time we
were on the road, and I've been fantasized about doing
it again ever since signed your truck stopped, Creampike. I
just read what you said that you used the butter
and breakfast the next morning. Elp ah, oh, dear back
to this one. You're not sorry. I know you're not sorry.
Oh my goodness.
Speaker 2: I you hear stories and a truck stop not about better?
Do you hear sex stories all the time? About you know,
people hooking up or the I don't even know what
the term of the ladies of the night are there,
And I'm sorry, I just I don't know it. I
know well, I know it, but it's just eluding me
at this point. But it wouldn't surprise me that couples
or even women look for this kind of thing on
a road trip at a truck stop, right, you mean
they experience the hot wife and cuckold dynamic. This could
be incredibly arousing when someone is enthusiastically consisting. Stories like
yours remind us how liberating it can feel to lean
into those wild urges even while on the road. Questions
for my author, what's the hottest part for you her moans,
her husband or the risk of the location and have
you ever met up with them again since that night?
And for my listeners hot wives and voyeurs, have you
ever played with a stranger in a public or semi
public spot like a truck stop? And what's the riskiest
place you've ever had or fantasized about? I cream by
from someone other than your partner, don't forget. You can
drop your non butter confessions in the chat, or you
can email them to me at Niggie and I Kky
at darniki dot com anonymously through our website at darniki
dot com under the confession stab Dear Niki I hit
forty five, and suddenly I'm dying to fuck every guy
who walks by. I've never been hornier in my life.
It's like my body flipped a switch. My pussy stays
wet and aching, and my nipples constantly hard, and every
attractive man I see makes me throb with raw, urgent need.
I catch myself staring at strangers on the street, imagining
dropping to my knees are bending over right there for them,
my mind flooded with filthy phantasies. Mornings start with me
waking up soaked, my fingers slipped between my thighs before
I even get out of the bed, rubbing my swollen
click while I picture the delivery guy, the neighbor, or
the stranger from the coffee shops stretching me open and
filling me deep. My skin feels electric. Every brush of
fabric against my breast, or the seam of my jeans
pressing against my pussy, sending sparks through me. I've started
wearing shorter skirts with no panties, just so I can
feel the cool air teasing my dripping lips as I walk,
Wondering if any one else can tell a desperately horny
I am at the gym. It's torture in the best way,
watching sweat while down strong backs and biceps, imagining those
muscles flexing as they pin me down and pound me senseless.
My heart races, my breath quickens, and I have to
cut workouts short before I moan out loud. Even at
the grocery store, the simplest eye contact with a man
makes my knees weak, my mind racing with thoughts of
pulling him into the bathroom, still wrapping my legs around him,
and letting him fluck me raw until I'm dripping his
cumb down my thighs. I touch myself multiple times a
day now, sometimes sneaking away just to chase another orgasm,
because one is never enough anymore. The intensity is overwhelming
and addictive. The second wave of horniness at forty five
has me feeling more alive and sexual than ever. I'm
dying to act on it, to finally let go and
take what my body is screaming for. Signs your insatiable
forty five year old vixen, Ah, this didn't hit me
at forty five. I don't think I've ever been this horny,
like where I look at every guy and think, yeah,
I need that, like completely right, like I need every
guy that walks away. No, I'm not at that.
Speaker 1: I'm just not. That's not my mo I'll to say that.
But I do hear we hear a sexual peak, and
I think I'm near it or right at it. I
feel sorry I would go. I hope I never lose this,
you know. I hope to stays this delicious high for
me and I don't go anything below this, or if
I do, it's just like I don't really notice it.
For my author, what's the one specific fantasy with a
stranger that's driving you wild lately? And have you started
acting on any of this hunger yet or is it
still all a delicious fantasy for now? And for my
ladies over forty, what changes in your libido or desire
surprised you the most? Who else has experienced this incredible
second wave of horniness in your life? And how did
you handle it? I'd really like to know, ladies, because me,
it seems like because I think I am going through
Perry ladies, and there are times where I do get
extremely horny and I just I grab my vibrator and
go to my room and knock one out, and sometimes
it leads to be coming so hard I pass out
and just take a long nap. But I but that's me.
But I would love to hear from you guys and
see how you guys are handling all this. Dear Nikki,
I'm living the gay cuckled dream or nightmare, depending on
how hard my cock is twitching. I caught my boyfriend
secretly finding a bull to cut me, and instead of
getting mad, I got so turned on I nearly came
in my pants right there. He'd left his phone unlocked
while in the shower, and there it was messages, dick
pics detailed plans for a hung top to come fuck
me while I watched my heart raised as I scrolled
reading how my boyfriend described when I get sick cock
to stretch him open to make him moan louder than
I ever could, all while I sat there tonight and
leaking the thought of another man claiming what's mine, using
my boyfriend's tight ass, filling him with a load after load,
while I strug myself in the corner, made my own
cock throb paintly. When my boyfriend stepped out of the shower,
water still dripping down his body, he saw the look
on my face and knew I'd found out. Instead of apologizing,
he smirked and pulled me close, whispering how I was
going to get railed by a real man while I
watched That night we roplate it. He made me bag
to lick his hole in preparation for the bull my
tongue circling his tight ring as he moaned about how
much bigger the other guy would be. The humiliation, mixed
with pure lust made me addicted. I can't stop thinking
about the sounds he'll make. Though his body will shake
with that thick bullcock pounds him, and the wet and
messy cream pie I'll be expected to clean up afterwards.
I'm nervous, excited, and hornier than I've ever been. My
boyfriend is actively chatting with potential bulls now, and I'm
cowning down the days until I get to experience my
first gay cuckle sat signed your leaking gay cock. Talk
about catching your boyfriend doing something right, or your partner,
whatever we're calling him in this case, boyfriend catching your
boyfriend arranging his own cuckolding is a delicious, twisted surprise.
I like this the way it flips straight into the
tense arousal and it includes you. How perfect this kink
just feels like it just spits you perfectly. Gay cuck
holed dynamics can be incredibly hot with the humiliation, denial,
and voyeurism all aligne lean into the nerves and excitement.
Communication and consent will make it even more explosive. Questions
for my author, what part of watching your boyfriend with
a bull turned you on the most? The sounds, the
cleanup or the denial? Has he already set the date
with the bull? Or are you still in the planning
and teasing stage? And for my listeners, gay cocks and
hot boyfriends, what was your first time seeing or arranging
ables seem like this? And how does humiliation factor play
into your arousal and cat cold play. Dear Nikki, I'm
very weat guys soaking wet. My pussy's been dripping for
hours now. My panty is completely ruined, and my thighs slick.
With every time I shift, I can feel it warm, slippery,
arousal leaking out of me with every heartbeat, every knotty
thought that crosses my mind. I'm sitting here squirming, trying
to focus on anything else. But all I can think
about is sound badly. I need to be touched, filled, fucked.
My clips swollen and throbbing and begging for attention. Every
little blaze or brush of fabric against my sensitive lips
makes me bite my lip to hold back a moone.
I'm so sweat that if I stood up right now,
you'd probably see a shiny trail down my life. I
keep clinching around nothing, imagining a thick cock stretches me open,
fingers plunging deep, or a hungry tongue lapping up every
drop of my juices. I've already touched myself twice today,
but it's not enough. I'm still soaked, still aching, still
desperately horny. My nipples are hard, my skin is flushed,
and my mind is flooded with filthy fantasies. I want
to spread my legs wide and show someone how exactly
how what I am. Let me see the mess I've made,
then use me until I'm shaking and squirt ache. I'm
very wet, guys, and I love it. Come take advantage
of it. Signed your dripping white slut. Well, I hope
you've had some reliefs since you wrote this, because I
know how far behind we are and with stuff. Oh my,
it'stance for my author, what got you this incredibly wet
right now? A fantasy memory, something you were hoping would
happen soon? And how do you like to play when
you're this soaked and needy? Usually when I'm this soaked
and needy, I just straight from my womanizer, go right
on my clip and just make it over because this
what I'm this far It usually means I really need
to come hard. And it's one of those that I
probably take like an hour and ap after I come,
because it comes from like the base of your spine.
It just goes all out and I'm never I'm a
big coming mess after that. Questions for my listeners, when
was the last time you or your partner were uncontrollably
messly wet like this? And what's the sexiest way someone
has ever responded to you admitting how wet you are?
I don't know. I'm always told him too wet, right, Brett,
don't forget. You can always send me your confessions at
Nikki and ikkhy at dear nikit dot com. Even just
tell me you're wet and hard, or send anonymously through
Nikki dot Com under our Confessions tab Oh goodness. These
confessions remind us how liberating it is to impress our
desires at any age, any setting, whether you're exploring swinging,
exhibitionism or finally owning the late blooming cock hungry confidence.
There's so much thrilled and surrender in being watched and
chasing what makes your body come alive. It doesn't matter
if you're twenty five or fifty five. Your sexuality doesn't
have an expiration date. Sometimes the fire just gets hotter, wetter,
and bolder with time. Whether you're the one dropping to
your knees, spreading your legs on a couch in front
of stranger's or finally emitting you want to be the
center of a whole room's attention. There's power and pleasure
in saying yes to what your body craves. So go ahead,
my luves, get little, reckless, get lots of wet, and
never apologize for wanting more that hunger. It's beautiful, it's
yours and it deserves to be fat. All right, answer,
I reddle, Are you ready? What goes in hard and
dry but comes out soft and wet? I read it
one more time? Well, what goes in hard and dry,
but comes out soft and wet. A sponge. I mean,
it could have been noodle, like you said, but it
was a sponge. All right, It's time for your naughty
duck in. I lean back against the headboard, my cock
throbbing painfully hard in my fist as I watched my
boyfriend Jake position himself behind our eager third. The air
in the hotel room is thick with the scent of sweat,
lube and raw male musk, thick, hetty and intoxicating. My
heart hammers in my chest, pulse racing with the mix
filthy of jealousy and pure aching lust. Jake's massive cock
is veined and glistening with our fresh coat of lick,
slaps and heavily against each other's guy spread ass. This
is our second round. His first load is already deep
inside the hungry hole, leaking out in creamy white rivers
every time the stranger clinches. Look at him, babe, Jake
growls to me, his voice low and commanding, eyes locked
on mine while he teases the tip of his fat
dick up and down the sloppy comes smeared crack. He's
still dripping from my last first load, fucking greeting slut.
Isn't he begging for more of daddy seed? The guy,
let's call him Alex, some ripped jem twink. He picked
up at the bar, moans like a whore, arching his
back and pushing his ast higher into the air. He's
all fours in the middle of the king's size bed,
knee spread wide, face buried in the pillows. His whole twitches,
visibly puffy and rad from the brutal first pounding, frothy come,
bubbling out with every desperate place. Jack film me again.
I need it so mad. I stroke myself slowly, squeezing
the bass to edge off the urge to explode, just
from watching My own balls are heavy and drawn tight,
leaking precume all over my fingers. Jake smirks at me,
that cocky, dominant grin that always makes my knees weak.
He grips Alex's hips, hard fingers digging into the firm flush,
and starts rubbing his cockhead in slow, obscene circles around
the winking entrance. The wet, squelching sounds are filthy lubin come,
mixing into the slick mess that drips down Alex's taint
and onto the sheets. You like this, don't you, Jake
taunts me, a voice dripping with heat, watching your man
claim another guy's hole, seeing me stretch him open after
I've already bred him once. He pushes just the fat
head inside, popping past the tight ring with a loud, vulber,
slick Alec gasps swiftly, body shuddering. Jake, old's there, not
thrusting deeper, just letting the head throb inside while the
rim grips and flutters around him. I nod, breathless. Fuck yes,
rack him, Jake, make him fill every inch. Jake chuckles
darkly and sinks in another inch, slow and deliberate. The
veins on the underside of his cock pulse visibly as
Alex's hole stretches obscenely around the thick shaft inch. My
veiny inch disappears, eight nine, all ten fucking inches, until
Jake's heavy balls press snug against Alex's. The let slap
of skin on skin echoes as Alex moans turn into
a broken wine, his cock dangling hard and leaking between
his thighs untouched. God, he's so fucking tight still, Jake groans,
grinding deep, stirring the first load inside. I can hear
the squelch of calm being churned and the obscene sloshing
as Jake starts to pull back almost all the way,
then slam home again. The bed creaks. Alex's ass ripples
with the impact, cheeks chickling. I crawl closer on my knees,
not touching yet just washing inches away. Jake's cock glistened
with the in combined mess, thick strings of cum and
lube stretching between the shaft and Alex's rim. Every time
with draws. The smell is overwhelming, the salty seed, bitter lube,
and the pure roused mail. I breathe in, my mouth watering.
Jake picks up the pace, fucking with long, powerful strokes. Now,
each thrust makes Alex's hole gape slightly on the outstroke,
before swallowing him back in. Take it, you come, dump,
This hole is mine tonight. He slaps Alex's ass hard,
leaving a red handprint, then grips the cheeks and spreads
them wider so I can see everything the way thick
cock pistons in and out, stretching that ring to its limits.
The creamy froth building at the base. I lean in
and drag my tongue along Jake's swinging balls as they
smack against Alex, tasting the sweat and the remnants of
the first buck. Jake Moon's laley, rewarning me, has deeper
thrust that make him cry out. That's it, Babe, worship
Daddy's balls while I breathe him again. The teasing builds unbearably.
Jake slows to a torturous grind, rolling his hips in
deep circles, pressing his cock against Alex's prostate, until the
guy sobbing of pleasure, his own dick twitching and spurting
weak ropes of prie into the bed edge It for me,
I beg. Jake laughs and pulls out completely, leaving Alex's
hole gaping wide open, a sloppy, ruined tunnel, pulsing and
farting out thick globs of cumb. Look at that, Jake says,
holding Alex's cheeks apart from me. The sight is depraved,
pink in her walls, glistening, come bubbling and dripping in
heavy strands. I can't resist. I press my face in,
looking hungrily at the wrecked hole, tasting Jake's loads straight
from the source, salty, bitter and warm. Alex whimbers as
he pushes back against my tongue as I have tongue,
fuck that come deeper, swallowing it around. Jake strokes his cock,
watching me clean this mess, filthy boy, get it nice
and ready for a round two. After a minute of
me devouring that sloppy ass, Jakes pulls me back by
the hair and shoves his cock down my throat in
one brutal motion. I gag happily around the familiar thickness,
tasting Alex's ass and Jake's com mixed together. He face
foots me roughly, walls slapping my chin, before pulling out
and slimming back into Alex's hole without warning. Now the
real pounding begins. Jake mounts him like an animal, hands
braced on Alex's shoulders, hips snapping forward with wet, pushing slaps.
The sound is constant, the flesh smacking, flesh, squelching, wetness,
and gottural moans. Alex's body rocks forward with every thrust,
his face smashing into the pillow and drooling. Fuck, babe,
his hole is sucking me in. Jake pants, I'm gonna
flood him again, make him overflow with my second load.
I position myself under them, sucking Alex's cock while Jake
rails him her mind. The taste of precum floods my
mouth as Alex bucks my throat and time with Jake's thrust.
The chain of filth is perfect, Jake pounding Alex, Alex
feed me his dick and me moaning around it. Jake
reaches down and wraps his hand around my throat, lightly
possessively while he focks, you're both my sleds tonight. The
intensity builds. Jake's thrust turn erratic deeper, grinding Alex's holes
makes content with noises now come, being forced out around
the pistoning cock with every plunge. I pull off Alex's
dick to watch the finale. Cook close Jake's balls, tightening
his chafts, swelling inside that stretched ring coming fuck. Take
my second load pulses vividly buried to the hilt. I
see the bass throb as thick ropes of come erupt
deep inside Alex. Alex screams in ecstasy, his own cock irrupting,
hands free across my chest, face in powerful spurts. Jake
keeps thrusting and throw his orgasm, milking every drop, turning
the massive second load into a creamy froth that squirts
out around his cock with each aftershock. He doesn't pull
out right away. Instead, he grinds deep, letting the cumbs
settle slowly in draws. The sight is obscene. Jake spent
cock shiny and coated, allwed by the gush of thick
white seed pouring from Alex's ruined cape and whole. It
flows out in heavy, vicious ways, dripping down his balls
and thighs and pooling on the sheets. I dive in immediately,
licking and sucking the fresh cream pie from Alex's ass
while Jake feeds me his softening cock to clean. The
taste is overwhelming, hot fresh comb mixed with ac and lube.
Alex collapses, shuddering with aftershocks as I devour the mess.
Jake pulls me up into a deep, filthy kiss, taste
the sharing good boy, not sure, turn to watch me
recover for round three. My cock is aching, untouched and
leaking as the confession ends. Here, heart pounding, body on fire,
desperate for more of my boyfriends to pray of breeding sessions.
The crazon. Next time we find a willing hole for
him to ruin while I watch and worship every nasty
come soak sound. Thank you so much for listening, my
sexy friends. If these stories left you wet, hard, or
beautifully aching, share your own confessions. I want them all.
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