Speaker 1: Happy Frisky Friday, Happy Fun Friday, Happy Fila Sia Friday,
Speaker 1: How we all knew? And I'm finally awake, So you know,
Speaker 1: that's what I get for waking up really early and
Speaker 1: actually talking to mister Sensta on Discord last night or
Speaker 1: early early this morning on today's show, a blindfolded husband
Speaker 1: and black lipstick streaks and a face covered in proof
Speaker 1: of how badly his good girl wife wanted to be bad.
Speaker 1: A late night pool party. Stat starts innocent that ends
Speaker 1: with two best friends sharing one very lucky guy on
Speaker 1: a stranger's bed, and a perfect Indian wife who's never
Speaker 1: come in twenty years until one hotel afternoon changes everything
Speaker 1: she thought she knew about her own body, that and
Speaker 1: so so much more. And just remember, if you decide
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Speaker 1: Join me tomorrow from my live Valentine show at eight
Speaker 1: pm Central Standard time. We'll be diving into these forbidden
Speaker 1: stories and confessions. A nineteen year old rugby player ends
Speaker 1: up pounding his girlfriend, teasing milk mom in the kitchen,
Speaker 1: raw anal olive oil well in a lifelong milf anal addiction.
Speaker 1: A lucky guy sandwiched in a wild bi couple hotel threesomes,
Speaker 1: mutual blowjobs, strap on play and full dp pliss and
Speaker 1: a calm cleanup that leaves him begging for more. And
Speaker 1: a couple's rent relief deal that escalates from watching to
Speaker 1: weekly rough use of a pussy while her boyfriend works nearby,
Speaker 1: turning practical into pure craving. This is an interactive live show,
Speaker 1: meaning between each confession or erotic audio, we stop, discuss
Speaker 1: and maybe flirt a little. Join us on Discord at
Speaker 1: eight pm Valentine's Day, Central Standard time. Of course, before
Speaker 1: we start today, what's the one forbidden location in your
Speaker 1: house or someone else's house where you secretly fantasized about
Speaker 1: getting caught but haven't dared try it yet. And second,
Speaker 1: has a partner ever surprised you with a look, an outfit,
Speaker 1: or a move that completely rewrote what you thought or
Speaker 1: turned you on? If I had to say these, mine
Speaker 1: are actually very general. It doesn't have to be dressed
Speaker 1: up or anything else. Like maybe he's wearing a color
Speaker 1: of shirt that just I think makes him fabulous looking.
Speaker 1: Or maybe it's boxers. There's something about boxers that are hot,
Speaker 1: maybe because it's easy access for women. And you know
Speaker 1: those nice track pants, you know, gray sweatpants that's also
Speaker 1: lingerie for women. By the way, what do you guys think?
Speaker 1: And I really don't have a room in my house
Speaker 1: where I think I want to be caught, you know, not,
Speaker 1: I mean, not in that way with somebody else or anything.
Speaker 1: Maybe if it was we've discussed it and it was
Speaker 1: supposed to be a surprise and I pulled the trigger
Speaker 1: and went through with it or vice versa. Yeah, I
Speaker 1: think that would be it for me in the room,
Speaker 1: but it could be in any room. Right, Let me
Speaker 1: know what you guys think before we get too deep
Speaker 1: and naughty. Here's tonight's dirty sounding rental lean in really close.
Speaker 1: I love being taken from behind filled completely, sometimes roughly.
Speaker 1: The messier it gets the better. When I'm really worked up,
Speaker 1: I can take two at once and people usually finish
Speaker 1: all over my face when they're done with me. When
Speaker 1: am I think about it, and we'll reveal the answer
Speaker 1: at the very end of our show. You know what
Speaker 1: time it is. It's time to sit back, relax. Let's
Speaker 1: have a whiskey with some filthy sherries, of course, and
Speaker 1: explore some erotic fantasies from people just like you and me,
Speaker 1: Dear Nikki. Last summer we had one of those perfect
Speaker 1: ordinary weekends that somehow turn into the hottest night of
Speaker 1: my wife and I had ever shared. We just a
Speaker 1: regular buried couple, kids, chores, vanilla but happy sex life.
Speaker 1: But every once in a while she flips a switch
Speaker 1: and reminds me why I'm still assessed with her all
Speaker 1: these years later. It was a sticky July evening, the
Speaker 1: kind rare daytime heat finally breaks and the air feels soft.
Speaker 1: The kids had both scored two last minute sleepovers, so
Speaker 1: after I dropped them off, I came home expecting to
Speaker 1: find my wife Jetta waiting on the patio let her
Speaker 1: glass of moscato. Instead, there was a note taped to
Speaker 1: the garage door in blig black sharpie, complete with a
Speaker 1: perfect black lipstick kiss print underneath. Sit in the recliner
Speaker 1: in the living room, put on this and text me
Speaker 1: when you're ready. Hanging below it was my sleep mask.
Speaker 1: My heart started pounding before I even stepped inside. I
Speaker 1: did exactly what the note said. Sat in the dark
Speaker 1: living room, mask on pitch black cock, already half hard
Speaker 1: from anticipating, I texted ready when waited? The silence felt endless.
Speaker 1: Then I heard the familiar creak of the upstairs floorboards,
Speaker 1: her steps coming down the stairs, slow and deliberate. She
Speaker 1: didn't say a word at first, just took each of
Speaker 1: my wrists, looped them soft silk scarves around them, and
Speaker 1: tied them behind the recliner. Some our arms were pulled
Speaker 1: back and I was completely exposed. Is that you tight?
Speaker 1: She finally asked, voice low and teasing. No. I managed,
Speaker 1: trying to sound steady, even though my pulse was racing. Good. Now, relax.
Speaker 1: She tucked my shorts down without ceremony, cool air hitting
Speaker 1: my skin, leaving me naked from the waist down fully hard.
Speaker 1: Then she leaned over, warm breath near my lips a
Speaker 1: faint sweetness of wine, and kissed me soft and slow.
Speaker 1: I tasted sticky gloss that felt slick, black lipstick smear
Speaker 1: across my mouth. She pulled back with a giggle. Oops,
Speaker 1: I marked you up. Another kiss deever, this time than another,
Speaker 1: until I was chasing her mouth desperately. She stood started
Speaker 1: massaging my shoulders, dragging her hands down my chest, tracing
Speaker 1: my abs with feather light finger tips, something she knows
Speaker 1: drives me absolutely insane. For every few passes, one hand
Speaker 1: would drift lower, grazing my cock, circling the head is
Speaker 1: slow enough to make me leak and retreating. She switched
Speaker 1: it up, traced a finger along my jaw, around my lips,
Speaker 1: tugged my bottom, liped down glavely until I winced, laughed softly, apologizes,
Speaker 1: then wrapped that same hand around my cock perfect cript,
Speaker 1: not too tight, not too liss slow, deliberate strokes from
Speaker 1: base to tip, while her thumbs swirled over the head
Speaker 1: On every upstroke. I was throbbing, hip shifting, trying not
Speaker 1: to be like too soon. Hm you like that, don't you?
Speaker 1: She murmured, God, Yes, feels so fucking good. Just relax
Speaker 1: tonight I'm taking care of you. Her hand kept that
Speaker 1: maddening rhythm, pausing at the top, rub circles that made
Speaker 1: me buck. Then she grabbed my chin firmly, tell me
Speaker 1: exactly want you want. I hesitated, brain foggy, scared to
Speaker 1: break the spell, she stopped touching me completely. Fine, guess
Speaker 1: I'll have to go watch my show upstairs. No, please don't.
Speaker 1: Then tell me I want you to suck my cock.
Speaker 1: That's all, she teased, hand returning to stroke me agonizingly slow.
Speaker 1: I've got you this worked up, and that's it. I
Speaker 1: was losing my mind. I wanted your tongue all over it.
Speaker 1: One hand's stroking while you suck me, the other playing
Speaker 1: my balls, and I want to come all over your face.
Speaker 1: If that's okay, She laughed dark and turned on Yes,
Speaker 1: that's okay. Now shut up and stop thinking. She pushed
Speaker 1: two glossy black fingers between my lips. Show me how
Speaker 1: you do want it. I didn't hesitate, took them deep, sucked,
Speaker 1: swirled my tongue around them. I was desperate for her mouth.
Speaker 1: She patted my head like a good boy, pulled away.
Speaker 1: Then the blindfold came off. Holy fuck. Jenna stood there
Speaker 1: in pristine white silk lingerie, soft, classy, hugging every curve.
Speaker 1: It was like it was made for her. Lace cups
Speaker 1: barely containing her full breast, the fabrics skimming her hips,
Speaker 1: and asked perfectly. But the real show stopper was her face,
Speaker 1: deep black matte, lipstick, glossy top coat, making it shine dark,
Speaker 1: smoky eye shadow round her eyes. The contrast against the
Speaker 1: innocent white lingerie was pure good girl gone bad. Felt
Speaker 1: my cock twitched just looking at her. She saw my reaction,
Speaker 1: smiled proud and shy at the same time, helping like
Speaker 1: the goth look. Figured you're getting a blow job anyway,
Speaker 1: you won't complain. You look fucking unreal. She dropped her
Speaker 1: knees between my legs and tied my wrist and went
Speaker 1: to work. First, she licked long, slow stripes from my
Speaker 1: balls to the tip, over and over, coating me in spit.
Speaker 1: Then she dragged the head across her black lips like
Speaker 1: she was applying lipstick, flicking her tongue underneath the ridge,
Speaker 1: smiling up at me every time I groaned. One hand
Speaker 1: cupped and tugged my balls perfectly, while the other held
Speaker 1: me steady. She teased forever kissing up and down the shaft,
Speaker 1: sucking just the head the lollipop, rubbing me across her
Speaker 1: glossy lips until they were shiny with pre comb and spit.
Speaker 1: This is exactly how I put my lipstick on earlier,
Speaker 1: she whispered, I thought about your cock the whole time. Finally,
Speaker 1: she locked eyes with me, smiled, and sank down, taking
Speaker 1: me deep in one slow glide until I hit the
Speaker 1: back of her throat, up and down, lips dragging the
Speaker 1: full length, tongue pressing hard against the underside. She switched
Speaker 1: between deep throating me and pulling off to worship the head,
Speaker 1: with her mouth stroking my face. The visual of that
Speaker 1: perfect black lipstick sliding up and down my cock, leaving
Speaker 1: dark streaks was almost too much. When she sensed I
Speaker 1: was getting close, she pulled out all the stops, her
Speaker 1: signature move that always wracked me. One hand firm on
Speaker 1: my balls, tugging gently in rhythm, the other twisting around
Speaker 1: the base, mouth sealed halfway down, tongue lashing the sin
Speaker 1: spot on the every upstroke fast, What relentless, I'm going
Speaker 1: to come so fucking hard for you, She hummed around me,
Speaker 1: vibrations sending sparks at my spine, then popped off just
Speaker 1: long enough to say, spray on my face, cover these
Speaker 1: cloth lips. I tapped her shoulder as a warning, but
Speaker 1: she kept control lips, rubbing the head hand stroking fast.
Speaker 1: I exploded, thick robes shot across her beautiful made up face, cheeks, lips, chin,
Speaker 1: while the rest pulls down my shaft and over her fingers.
Speaker 1: She kept rubbing me through it, letting the com drip
Speaker 1: off her lips and onto her chest in the floor.
Speaker 1: Black lipstick, now beautifully ruined after shocks hit me hard.
Speaker 1: She milked every last drop, then sat back on her heels,
Speaker 1: looking up at me with a messy, proud smile. White
Speaker 1: lingerie splattered dark lipstick smeared come glistening on her skin.
Speaker 1: The next I asked what got into her? She just
Speaker 1: shrugged and laughed and said, I don't know. Are you complaining?
Speaker 1: Not even a little. Thanks for letting me share one
Speaker 1: of the best nights of my marriage, Nikki. Yeah, a
Speaker 1: very lucky husband. So I have never worn black lipstick ever,
Speaker 1: Like ever, I have I think a dark purple but
Speaker 1: almost like a really really dark berry, but not black,
Speaker 1: and I've only worn it a few times so, but
Speaker 1: it does like make my bright green eyes pop, So
Speaker 1: I need to pull it out more often. Even though
Speaker 1: he likes like the red like fuck me red on
Speaker 1: me better, I do like this and it's reminded me.
Speaker 1: I haven't done it in a really long time. You
Speaker 1: know where the lingerie fullse you know, face full of
Speaker 1: glam that he gets to come on. Yeah, I need
Speaker 1: to do that again. Someday I'll mark it on my calendar,
Speaker 1: maybe for stack and blowjob day. But you guys, think,
Speaker 1: and to our very lucky husband, that moment she took
Speaker 1: the blindfold off, did your brain short circuit for a second?
Speaker 1: Be honest? And when she said spray my face and
Speaker 1: cover these glass lips? Was that the hottest sentence anyone's
Speaker 1: ever said to you in real life? You know, especially
Speaker 1: if it was sexy sultry? You know, I think I
Speaker 1: think asking a man to come anywhere on your body
Speaker 1: would kind of short circuit him, But I could be
Speaker 1: completely wrong. You guys need to tell me, like anywhere
Speaker 1: me DMS or even on discord, you know, just tell me.
Speaker 1: Ladies and gents, have you ever had a partner completely
Speaker 1: transform her look, hair, makeup, outfit, just to drive you wild.
Speaker 1: Did it work as well as it did for him?
Speaker 1: M you know, I just know drop me in line.
Speaker 1: I really want to know, Dear Nikki. About three years ago,
Speaker 1: when Vicki and I were in that comfortable friends with
Speaker 1: benefits phase, I had one of the wildest, most unexpected
Speaker 1: did nights of my life, and it started with a
Speaker 1: dumb gif. Vicky was a freshman in the intro math
Speaker 1: ia during grad school. We matched on tender right around finals,
Speaker 1: hooked up, and somehow turned into a long, complicated thing,
Speaker 1: sometimes dating, sometimes open sometimes long distance sexting, sometimes just
Speaker 1: straight up friends with benefits. At this point we were
Speaker 1: solidly into the nose strings, but we know exactly how
Speaker 1: to wreck each other's zone. On a random weeknight, I
Speaker 1: was horny and lazy, so I sent her our usual signal,
Speaker 1: that gift of the guy with a mustache raising his
Speaker 1: eyebrows zooming in closer each time. Her standard, yest reply
Speaker 1: was the Robbert Redford nodding gift. Her no was bunk
Speaker 1: from the wire, shaking his head. Simple system. An hour later,
Speaker 1: my phone buzzed at a party. I want to come down.
Speaker 1: It was her best friend's Melissa's house, a little rented place,
Speaker 1: the big backyard heated pool that made the go to
Speaker 1: spot for their friend group. Melissa and VICKI had been
Speaker 1: random freshman roommates who became inseparable. Fun fact, Melissa was
Speaker 1: also in my class that semester, and the morning after
Speaker 1: Vicky and I hooked up, I ran into her leaving
Speaker 1: their dorm. She just smirked and said, don't worry, I
Speaker 1: won't tell anyone. From then on, I assumed anything Vicky
Speaker 1: and I did Melissa heard about in full detail within
Speaker 1: twenty four hours. I was weirdly fine with it. I
Speaker 1: showed up found Vicky immediately in this tiny, bright red
Speaker 1: dress that pushed her perfect sea cups together and barely
Speaker 1: covered her ass, Tan run her legs, hazel eyes, long
Speaker 1: brown hair. She looked like trouble. She threw her arms
Speaker 1: around my neck, kissed me quick and whispered, thank god
Speaker 1: your hear these guys are annoying and fell. One dude
Speaker 1: across the yard definitely clocked me and backed off. We drank, smoked,
Speaker 1: played stupid party games out back. People trickled out until
Speaker 1: it was just me, Vicky, Melissa, and the other housemates.
Speaker 1: Everyone else crashed early leaving the three of us to
Speaker 1: cleaning up pool side Melissa's side. I'm so bummed no
Speaker 1: one was used to pool, got it, cleaned it all
Speaker 1: and heated for nothing. I would if someone bring a
Speaker 1: bathing suit, I laughed, same, pretty sure no one would
Speaker 1: have complained if you two went in naked. Vicky rolled
Speaker 1: her eyes. Trust me, those guys already have enough spank
Speaker 1: bank material. Melissa grin, Yeah, Vick, give him a show.
Speaker 1: You've both seen me naked anyways, night swim Hell yes,
Speaker 1: Melissa yelled. They turned to me. I tried to telepathically
Speaker 1: tell Vicky this could get awkward, but she just smarked,
Speaker 1: slipped her straps of her dress off her shoulders and
Speaker 1: let it drop. Melissa followed, tall, pale, freckles everywhere, fiery
Speaker 1: red hair, small, perky tits, super skinny. I tried not
Speaker 1: to stare too hard while stripping down myself and we
Speaker 1: all jumped in the water. Felt incredible, warm, quiet, just
Speaker 1: the three of us naked under a string lights. We swam, splashed,
Speaker 1: race laps, then ended up chilling in the shallow end.
Speaker 1: Vicky pressed back against me, grinding her ass slow and
Speaker 1: subtle on my cock. I wrapped an arm around her
Speaker 1: cup one breast and rolled her nibble until it was hard,
Speaker 1: and she let a little sigh. Melissa's fate groaned from
Speaker 1: across the pool. Get a room, you two. She climbed
Speaker 1: out the pee, taking her sweet time drying off, giving
Speaker 1: me a perfect view of her tight, pale ass. As
Speaker 1: she walked inside, Vicky caught me looking. You're lucky. I'm
Speaker 1: not jealous, she murmured. I filled her closer, was kind
Speaker 1: of hoping you were, might make you fight for my attention,
Speaker 1: like what she asked, hands sliding down to stroke me
Speaker 1: under the water while we kissed deep and slow. Melissa
Speaker 1: came back, grinning, slid the door shut. I saw us
Speaker 1: making out and threw her hands up. Not you guys too,
Speaker 1: Carlos and Sophia are already shaking the walls in their room.
Speaker 1: She lit another bowl, waved us over. We climbed out, dripping,
Speaker 1: and didn't bother with towels. Just sat naked around the table,
Speaker 1: Vicky on my lap, water bathing on her skin. Melissa
Speaker 1: dropped her towel too. Now I feel left out, she pouted.
Speaker 1: Vicky playfully covered my eyes. No checking her out again again,
Speaker 1: Melissa laughed what, I'm not gorgeous enough. Look at this body.
Speaker 1: She's fucking snack. She really is. Vicky agreed, we both
Speaker 1: ganging up on me. I groaned. Normally, two naked girls
Speaker 1: teaming up on me sounds great, but this feels like
Speaker 1: a trap. Vicky smarked, Oh, blow me, don't tempt her,
Speaker 1: she might, Melissa chanted. Vicky locked eyes with me for
Speaker 1: a second, slid off into my lap, onto the concrete
Speaker 1: between my knees, and took my cock straight in her mouth.
Speaker 1: I looked up Melissa watching intently, taking a hit, then cheering,
Speaker 1: get it, girl, work it with your tongue. Vicky went deep,
Speaker 1: one hand on my thigh, the other on my chest,
Speaker 1: bobbing slow and wet. It felt incredible, but yeah, a
Speaker 1: little weird. With her best friend commenting, Vicky sensed it,
Speaker 1: pulled off and looked at Melissa. If you think it's
Speaker 1: so easy, get down on here, Melissa paused. We all
Speaker 1: did like the night teeter on the hedge. Then she shrugged,
Speaker 1: knelt next to VICKI and took over. Started tentive, then
Speaker 1: just looking around the head shallow sucks, but caught bolder, fast,
Speaker 1: taking me deeper, red hair falling, everywhere until Vicky gathered
Speaker 1: it in a ponytail for her. Vicky stood beside me,
Speaker 1: still holding Melissa's hair, leaned down and kissed me hard.
Speaker 1: I slid a hand between Vicky's legs, found her soaked,
Speaker 1: fingering her slow while Melissa worked my cock. It was messy,
Speaker 1: killis perfect. Eventually I tapped Malicia's shoulder. You two wanna
Speaker 1: take this inside? They shared a look, big grins, and
Speaker 1: basically ran to Melissa's room. Inside both girls dropped to
Speaker 1: the bed on all fours, asses up, looking back at me.
Speaker 1: Who's first? Melissa asked, yinko. Vicky said, in get this
Speaker 1: all the time. Mliss arched higher. Vickie gave her ass
Speaker 1: a sharp slap as I lined up and slid in raw.
Speaker 1: She was tight, hot, gripping me hard. I started slow,
Speaker 1: then built speed, skin slapping her little moans turning louder
Speaker 1: with every thrust. Beggy sat beside his fingering self, moan
Speaker 1: for him. Let him hear how good it feels. Another
Speaker 1: slap Melissa let go After that loud Unhippitt cries. Every
Speaker 1: time I bottomed out, she reached under the rubber clyd
Speaker 1: came fast, whole body shaking pussy fluttering around me. She
Speaker 1: flopped onto her back, chest heaving, you're turn forky took
Speaker 1: the same posision. We knew each other's rhythm perfectly. I
Speaker 1: gripped her hips and fucked her hard, exactly how she
Speaker 1: likes it. Melissa watched, still, touching herself lightly, eyes wide.
Speaker 1: Vicki came loud and dramatic, slamming her ass back against me,
Speaker 1: screaming my name. I kept going a few more strokes
Speaker 1: until she breathlessly rolled over too. Both girls lay side
Speaker 1: by side on their backs, legs spread, giving me the menu.
Speaker 1: I slid back into Vicki for a few deep thrust,
Speaker 1: then switched to Melissa, pale thighs wrapping around me, freckled chest,
Speaker 1: flushed red pill. I managed to ask. She shook her
Speaker 1: head no. I pulled out, stroked fast, and painted both
Speaker 1: of their stomachs, thick ropes across Vicky's hands skin and
Speaker 1: Melissa's pale, freckled one. We collapsed in the slutty heat,
Speaker 1: passed out, tangled together, morning hit with panic. All our
Speaker 1: clothes were still up back. Melissa threw on a robe
Speaker 1: to retree them, but got caught by her hungover roommate
Speaker 1: on the couch who definitely knew exactly what gone down.
Speaker 1: Oh well, guess the early sleepers missed the real party.
Speaker 1: Still one of the hotest, most surreal nights I've ever had.
Speaker 1: Thanks for letting me share, Nikki. You're very luckier former
Speaker 1: TA I've never had. I didn't do the whole dorm thing.
Speaker 1: I went straight to an apartment and kind of wish
Speaker 1: I would have done the whole dorm thing. Now that
Speaker 1: I read some of these stories, I'm like, Damn, I
Speaker 1: think I missed out on some shit to our former TA.
Speaker 1: When Melissa first took over from Vicky, were you one
Speaker 1: hundred percent sure Vicky wasn't about to get possessive and
Speaker 1: shut it down? Or did you already know she was
Speaker 1: the share and enjoy type and everybody else. Have you
Speaker 1: ever had a casual hookup or friends with benefits situation
Speaker 1: unexpectedly turn into a group thing. Were you the instigator,
Speaker 1: the lucky metal or the one watching in horny shop?
Speaker 1: Spill you know what? Go ahead and spill over on
Speaker 1: Discord where we're all at waiting to hear from you.
Speaker 1: Dear Nikky. Back when my wife Alicia and I were
Speaker 1: first hooking up. Our sex life was absolutely insatiable. We'd
Speaker 1: fucked multiple times a day, morning quickies before work, stolen
Speaker 1: moments between her classes, late night marathons had left us
Speaker 1: both wrecked. If our lunch brakes ever lined up, I'd
Speaker 1: raised her cramp college apartment, bend her over the nearest service,
Speaker 1: pink her ass, red, eat her out until she was shaking,
Speaker 1: then send her off to her next lecture with comb
Speaker 1: still dripping down her thighs. But Alicia had this thrill
Speaker 1: seeking streak. She loved the risk of getting caught, especially
Speaker 1: in her shared apartment with four other girls. She dragged
Speaker 1: me into the living room for doggie on the floor
Speaker 1: while her room maids were out, pushed me on to
Speaker 1: their shared couch for sloppy blow jobs, or hop up
Speaker 1: on the kitchen counter so I could bury my face
Speaker 1: between her legs, licking her clit until she had to
Speaker 1: bite a dish towel to stake. Her absolute favorite, though,
Speaker 1: was sneaking into her roommate's bedrooms. If their place was empty,
Speaker 1: or even if it was late and someone was just
Speaker 1: out for the night, She'd pull me into one of
Speaker 1: their rooms, shove me onto the bed, and ride me
Speaker 1: like she was trying to get us caught. The taboo
Speaker 1: lit her up like nothing else. One of her roommates
Speaker 1: was supposed to be her best friend, Hannah, gorgeous, spoiled
Speaker 1: and a total mean girl type, tall, blonde, perfect body,
Speaker 1: but she lived like a complete slobed love stirring drama.
Speaker 1: Early on, she'd whispered to Alicia about cheating on me,
Speaker 1: or making snide comments to my face about how slutty
Speaker 1: Alicia used to be before we got together. It was
Speaker 1: patty bullshit, but it added the extra layer of tension.
Speaker 1: One afternoon, I swung by from a mid day hookup.
Speaker 1: The apartment was empty. Alicia checked twice. She grinned wickedly
Speaker 1: and said, we're using Hannah's room today. We haven't christened
Speaker 1: it yet. Hannah's room was a disaster, unmade bed married
Speaker 1: under piles of dirty clothes, empty weed, ashtrays stinking up
Speaker 1: the air, bras and thongs dangling off the headboard. Carpet
Speaker 1: glittered with a random crap. It smelled like stale smoke,
Speaker 1: perfume and unwashed laundry. Alicia didn't care. She stripped out
Speaker 1: of her tiny black booty shorts. Then, surprising the hell
Speaker 1: out of me, rivaled her hand as dresser and pulled
Speaker 1: out a skimpy gray thong and slid it on instead
Speaker 1: of her own. We shopped together, she whispered, in a
Speaker 1: devilish smile. She'll never know. She pushed me back onto
Speaker 1: Hannah's wrinkled maroon sheets and dropped between the high legs.
Speaker 1: Started with slow teasing licks up my shaft, then took
Speaker 1: me deep, sloppy and on purpose, spit running down my
Speaker 1: balls and soaking into the bed spread. I grubbed her
Speaker 1: hair and fed my cock while taking filthy. You want
Speaker 1: Hanna to walk in and see you like this? Don't
Speaker 1: you sucking my dick in her bed like a dirty
Speaker 1: little slut. I bet you're ruining her thong already. She
Speaker 1: moaned around me, getting messier, gagging, drooling, leaving wet spots everywhere.
Speaker 1: When she couldn't wait anymore, she climbed up, shoved us
Speaker 1: stolen thong aside, and sank down on my cock with
Speaker 1: this desperate groan. We focked hard, her, riding me fast, tits,
Speaker 1: bouncing me, gripping those gray strings and yanking them like
Speaker 1: reins while spaking her ass red. I called her my
Speaker 1: bad girl, my filthy horror she was only got louder,
Speaker 1: grinding deeper, soaking Hannah sheets. I flipped her onto her back,
Speaker 1: around the wilder piles as I thrust into her and
Speaker 1: got a twisted idea. I pulled out, ignoring her poudy,
Speaker 1: where are you going? And dug through the dirty clothes
Speaker 1: next to us and found exactly what I wanted. Baby
Speaker 1: blue cotton pear, full back panties, clearly worn, the faint
Speaker 1: stains of crotch. I held them up. Open your mouth, baby.
Speaker 1: She hesitated for a second. This was a new territory,
Speaker 1: but her eyes were wild with lust. She parted her lips,
Speaker 1: baled them up, and stuffed Hannah's dirty pans into her
Speaker 1: mouth and gagged. Good girl, I've hind to wrist above
Speaker 1: her head and slammed back inside deep punishing strokes, pulled
Speaker 1: her hair, squeezed her ass, and twisted the stolen thong
Speaker 1: straps around my fist for leverage. She screamed into the gag, muffled, desperate,
Speaker 1: body arching as she came hard, pussy clenching around me, legs,
Speaker 1: shaking eyes, rolling back. I slowed to a pro bone,
Speaker 1: pressing into her to the mattress, face buried in Hannah's sheets.
Speaker 1: I could smell the faint musk from the panties in
Speaker 1: her mouth as she breathed through them. I whisper in
Speaker 1: her ear, You're so fucking nasty, disgusting, little horror. Hope
Speaker 1: Hannah comes home and sees you gagged with her dirty panties,
Speaker 1: tells everyone what a freak you are, though, send her
Speaker 1: over again. She bucked wildly, muffled screams vibrating through the
Speaker 1: cotton come soaked the thong's sheets as she trembled underneath me.
Speaker 1: I couldn't hold back, pulled out, strattle her ass and stroke.
Speaker 1: Thick ropes come across her back and cheeks, splattering the
Speaker 1: gray waist span of Hannah's stolen thong, dripping down onto
Speaker 1: her skin onto the bed. Alicia lay there, spent makeup, smeared, hair, messy,
Speaker 1: body painted, my load, stolen panties pulled aside and soaked.
Speaker 1: Hannah's dirty blue ones dangly from her lips like a trophy. Peaceful, blissful,
Speaker 1: completely fucked out of her roommate's nasty bed. We cleaned
Speaker 1: up just enough not to leave obvious evidence, though those
Speaker 1: sheets definitely told a story, and she returned the thong
Speaker 1: to the drawer, wet, stretched and stained. To this day,
Speaker 1: it's one of the filthiest, hottest memories I have with
Speaker 1: my wife. The risk, the taboo, the sheer, nastiest, and
Speaker 1: she was and still his, the perfect bad girl. Thank
Speaker 1: you for being here for me to share your very
Speaker 1: satisfied husband. Okay, I gotta say the stolen thong. Okay,
Speaker 1: it was clean, I get it, but the dirty pan
Speaker 1: is a gag. I think that's a note for me
Speaker 1: just saying, but I get the thrill of it. You know,
Speaker 1: I guess hopefully she's said into a woman's pussy, you know,
Speaker 1: I mean, I don't know. Let me ask you this,
Speaker 1: stuffing those worn panties in her mouth was that improvised
Speaker 1: genius or something you fantasized about before hmm and seeing
Speaker 1: her come so hard while gagged with her rivals underwear
Speaker 1: to cement hers or ultimate bad girl forever. I'm gonna
Speaker 1: go yes, And I'm thinking that you definitely fantasized about
Speaker 1: stuffing some of those dirty panties from her roommate enemy
Speaker 1: in her mouth before it just you know, you kind
Speaker 1: of said it, So I'm just kind of wondering. Okay, guys,
Speaker 1: you know the drill. What's the most borrowing or taboo
Speaker 1: using something that's not yours in the moment you've had sex,
Speaker 1: do the wrongness, make it hotter. I can see how
Speaker 1: it could be hotter at this definitely not my thing again,
Speaker 1: you know the drill, Dear Nikki. A few months ago,
Speaker 1: something shifted to me that I'm still trying to wrap
Speaker 1: my head around. I'm in my early forties, married almost
Speaker 1: twenty years in the kind of traditional arranged marriage my
Speaker 1: family orchestrated right after college. My husband is a good man, successful, respected, stable,
Speaker 1: older than me. We have two beautiful kids, now studying abroad,
Speaker 1: a sprawling house with a staff, luxury. Everything. On paper,
Speaker 1: my life is perfect. But sexually it's always been dutiful,
Speaker 1: quick lights off, missionary, over and under in the minute,
Speaker 1: me faking moans to make him feel good while I
Speaker 1: stare at the ceiling feeling nothing. That particular Saturday night
Speaker 1: was a new low. He kissed my forehead, kissed my lips,
Speaker 1: slid in with his usual brunt thrust maybe ten or
Speaker 1: twelve times, groaned, oh fuck baby, I'm coming, and collapsed
Speaker 1: thirty five seconds flat. He rolled off, whispering how amazing
Speaker 1: I felt, how tight I was, the best sex we've
Speaker 1: had in years. I smiled, stroked his back lay there
Speaker 1: in the dark, feeling his comely out of me, completely
Speaker 1: untouched and empty. The next day, I bumped into Priya
Speaker 1: at the cafe, my old college friend, the wild one
Speaker 1: who lived freely while I stayed the perfect, sheltered daughter.
Speaker 1: We lost touch after graduation, but reconnected recently over coffee
Speaker 1: and long chats. She's still single and unapologetically sexual, telling
Speaker 1: stories about our gem trainer Benniger over the equipment for
Speaker 1: after hours, married executives in hotel rooms, and the plumber
Speaker 1: who fixed more than the sink. One afternoon, after a
Speaker 1: few glasses of wine loosened my tongue, I admitted something
Speaker 1: I'd never said out loud. I'd never had an orgasm,
Speaker 1: not once in twenty years. She looked at me like
Speaker 1: a confessed to crime, squeezed my hand and said, that's
Speaker 1: not okay, darling. You deserve to know what it feels
Speaker 1: like to be properly fucked. I laughed nervously, but she
Speaker 1: was serious. Before I could overthink it, she texted someone
Speaker 1: Rowan my personal trainer. He's incredibly discreet and exceptionally good
Speaker 1: of what he does. Consider the sheer awakening, I said, no,
Speaker 1: then maybe, then, heart pounding, Yes, you've been a good
Speaker 1: Indian wife your whole life, she whispered. Now it's time
Speaker 1: to be very, very bad. A week later, I was
Speaker 1: at a five star hotel, sweet Priya, booked under her name.
Speaker 1: I told my husband I was having a spall day
Speaker 1: with her, my first lie ever, and it sent adrenaline
Speaker 1: rushing through me. Rohan arrived right on time, tall, broad shouldered,
Speaker 1: late twenties, quiet confidence, no small talk. He poured me
Speaker 1: a glass of champagne, sat beside me on the couch,
Speaker 1: and started slow kissing my neck, tracing my collar bone,
Speaker 1: telling me how beautiful I was, how he couldn't wait
Speaker 1: to taste me. His hands were strong, deliberate, nothing like
Speaker 1: the rushed, fumbling I was used to. He dressed me
Speaker 1: like I was something precious, kissing every edge of skin
Speaker 1: he exposed. When he slid my design a sareb blouse off,
Speaker 1: cut my breast, sucking each nipples slow and firm, I
Speaker 1: felt a jolt between my legs I'd never experienced. He
Speaker 1: laid me back on the bed, parted my thighs and
Speaker 1: went down on me for what felt like hours, long,
Speaker 1: slow licks, circling my clet with his tongue, sliding fingers
Speaker 1: inside me, curling just right until I was gasping, hips
Speaker 1: bucking off the mattress. The first orgasm hit like a wave.
Speaker 1: I didn't know I could survive. My whole body clenched,
Speaker 1: vision blurred. I cried out loud enough that I'm sure
Speaker 1: the next room heard. He didn't stop, kept licking softly
Speaker 1: through it, then built me up again until I came
Speaker 1: a second time, harder, shaking and sobbing from the intensity.
Speaker 1: Only then did he move up my body, slide on
Speaker 1: a condom, and pushed inside me, slow at first, letting
Speaker 1: me adjust to how deep and thick he felt. The
Speaker 1: harder way he begged, please more. He fought me missionary,
Speaker 1: with long, deliberate strokes, eyes locked on mine, one hand
Speaker 1: pinning my wrist above my head, the other rubbing my
Speaker 1: clip until I came a third time around him. He
Speaker 1: flipped me over and took me from behind, hands gripping
Speaker 1: my hips, pulling my hair just enough to arch my back,
Speaker 1: spanking my ass lightly with each thrust. A lost count.
Speaker 1: After the fourth orgasm, when he finally let himself go,
Speaker 1: he pulled out, peeled off the condom, and came across
Speaker 1: my back and ass hot thig stripes that made me shiver.
Speaker 1: We showered together after he washed my hair, kissed my shoulders,
Speaker 1: told me I was stunning. I left the hotel on
Speaker 1: shaky legs, sare slightly wrinkled, lipstick gone, feeling alive in
Speaker 1: a way I didn't know that was possible. I've seen
Speaker 1: him three more times since, each time better, dirtier, learning
Speaker 1: things about my body I should have known decades ago.
Speaker 1: My husband still gets quick Saturday nights, none the wiser.
Speaker 1: But now when I lie there afterward, I'm not staring
Speaker 1: at the ceiling feeling empty. I'm remembering how it feels
Speaker 1: to be wanted, worshiped, and thoroughly completely satisfied. Thank you
Speaker 1: for being you, Nikki, A newly awacked listener. Oh wow,
Speaker 1: I couldn't imagine. I mean, I guess if I think
Speaker 1: about it. It did take me a long time, like till
Speaker 1: I met two special men to show me what an
Speaker 1: orgasm was. I mean, I didn't even really masturbate until
Speaker 1: late in life, a lot later than what you hear
Speaker 1: you know it was was my early twenties before I
Speaker 1: really masturbate it, and now you know it's a three
Speaker 1: time a week, keeping the clock running, just saying. Let
Speaker 1: me ask you this, after faking it for twenty years,
Speaker 1: what was the very first thing you felt that first
Speaker 1: orgasm actually arrived? Shocked, relief, anger, at all, the lost time,
Speaker 1: or all the above. I remember the first time I
Speaker 1: squirted it, and that scared the fuck out of me.
Speaker 1: It really really did. I was like, oh shit, I
Speaker 1: just pissed the bed. I mean, I'd heard of it,
Speaker 1: but I didn't really even think that I could. And
Speaker 1: for the rest of you, if you could gift your
Speaker 1: younger self or a friend stuck in a dead bedroom
Speaker 1: one sexual experience they've never had, what would it be?
Speaker 1: One earth shaking session, a new king, or simply being
Speaker 1: seen and desired in the right way. Come tell me
Speaker 1: over on discord. I'm really curious about this. So if
Speaker 1: we wrap up all these Tonight's tales, one shows how
Speaker 1: a simple note, blindfold and a bold new look can
Speaker 1: reignite obsession in a long marriage. Another proofs chemistry plus
Speaker 1: alcohol plus no one's saying no can turn in two
Speaker 1: friends into an unforgettable shared memories. The third reminds us
Speaker 1: that taboo risk and the little revenge field nastiness can
Speaker 1: create lifelong hottest hits, and the last that pleasure isn't
Speaker 1: owed anyone. It's claimed, sometimes late, but never too late.
Speaker 1: All four scream the truth the best sex break rules
Speaker 1: pushes boundaries and makes you feel alive, whether it's lipstick streaks,
Speaker 1: shared bodies, stolen panties, or finally coming undone for the
Speaker 1: first time. And your riddle, I love being taken my
Speaker 1: mind built completely, sometimes roughly. The messier it gets, the better,
Speaker 1: And when I'm finally worked up, I can tink too
Speaker 1: it once and the people usually finish oliver my face
Speaker 1: when they're done. When am I it's a delicious silver
Speaker 1: stuffed sandwich. I didn't even know what I read. When
Speaker 1: I first got it, I was like, huh. And now
Speaker 1: that I read the answer, I totally get it. What
Speaker 1: about you, guys? Did you you know this one that's
Speaker 1: actually written very dirty? Did you guys keep your mind
Speaker 1: out of the guther for it? And in closing, Hello lover,
Speaker 1: maybe you can blindfold me, tie me back, tease me
Speaker 1: until I'm dripping before letting me see your surprise. Or
Speaker 1: can we lure that flirty friend nover you know, the
Speaker 1: one just for one possible tream and let their hands
Speaker 1: wander until we're all tangled. Or take me to a hotel.
Speaker 1: No rush, no interruptions, don't stop until I've lost count
Speaker 1: of how many times I come. What do you think
Speaker 1: I really want to know? And until the next time,
Speaker 1: Ladies and gentlemen, stay filthy, stay honest, and keep these
Speaker 1: sexy stories coming. Have a great and fabulous Valentine weekend.