Speaker 1: Hi, Welcome to Dear Niki. My name is Niki, and
today we've got three incredibly steamy, boundary pushing stories that
are going to have you squirming in your seat. On
today's show, a lifelong best friend convinces his good church
girl to wear a remote control vibrator to Sunday service,
and things get very unholy. Right in the middle of prayer.
A hot wife from the Czech Republic opens up about
her wild, promiscuous pass, jealous fueled fights and explosive reclaiming sex.
And a married plumber on the routine water heater call
gets an unexpected tip from his tattooed male homeowner right
in the bathroom. That and so so much more. Are
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The one in my ass came first, hip snapping, flooding
me with the heat that leaked out around him in
thick pulses. The second followed, grinding deep and spilling so
hard I felt every jet against my servix. The man
in my mouth pulled out just to come across my
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from Risky Rachel Dierniki. My husband and I have a
grip et sex life, but it's gotten a little routine lately.
I'm dying to try wearing a remote controls vibrator in
public places like a restaurant or even a movie. The
thrill turns me on so much, but the fear of
getting caught is holding me back. Do you recommend starting small?
Has it gone well for your other listeners? Hello, Risky,
I have never though I've thought about it though the Yeah,
for me, I would have to be wearing like I'm
wearing leggings right now, but so I would wear it
one like that. It's going to keep everything in place.
But the movies is a fabulous place, I think. I mean,
it's dark. The only thing is that it was your
cell phone. You would have to turn like the screen
down for the app unless it's an actual handheld little
like it looks like a key fob remote That could
be completely different that. But a movie, I can't really
think of anybody anywhere else like an OPRA movie theater,
somewhere private like that where you can actually have privacy
to explore those with your partner. I think it's a
fabulous place. And to my amazing audience, here's two open
ended questions about this Dear nik letter. What's one risky
or semi public place where you've tried a toy, had
an orgasm, or played with your partner and how did
it risk make you feel? And what advice would you
give someone who wants to add exhibitionism or risky elements
to their sex life but is too nervous about getting caught.
Remember you can always email me anything at Nikki and
Ikky at dearerniki dot com, or you can send it
anonymously through the website at Dearniki dot com under the
confessions tab. I'm also available on Discord. Join our channel,
it's in the show notes, send me a DM or
enjoy our public places where you can ask other listeners
their advice. Before we get to our stories, here's this
week's reddle that sounds extremely dirty, but it's actually completely clean.
People use their hands to go up and down me.
I'm very long and very hard when am I? And
as usual I'll give you the answer at the end
of the show. You know what time it is. It's
time to sit back relax. Let's have a whiskey with
some filthy cherries, of course, and explore some ironic fantasies
from people just like you and me, Dirndicky. While I
had picked up some stuff at the sex shop while
visiting my best friend, I'd soon learn a heat had
other ideas of his own. It wasn't but a few
weeks later that we both went home for the weekend,
but not intending to tell our parents what we had done.
There wasn't much opportunity for play. I was on the outside,
still a good little girl with strong morals after all,
the ones who went to church on Sundays when she
was home, and he was just my lifelong best friend.
That's not saying teasing. Texts and pictures weren't sent, but
we were still in the stages where the fear of
being caught was too strong. Somehow, and to this day,
I'm still not sure how he convinced me to wear
a remote control vibrator to a church. I'm not even
sure where he got it. But as I dressed that morning,
I ran my hands through my red hair between my
legs and rubbed myself, thinking how much of a tease
it would surely be for him. When my body was ready,
I slid it inside myself and pulled my polka dot
cotton panties on and washed in the mirror. As I
clapsed my braw The feeling of it inside me, the
thought of him controlling me, the thought of him being
turned on, were all racing through my mind as I
dressed and headed to my parents' car. Walking to the
old beautiful church, I spotted him in his usual spot.
For years we had deliberately avoided sitting with her parents.
Most of the young people did, but we were the
only ones of our group there. A sly grin appeared
on his face as I sat on a thin cushion
that spread down the old wooden pew that creaked a
little bit when my body made contact. I was excited
and I was nervous. I was anxious. I had no
idea what or when things would happen. He discreetly started
the vibrator as the organ began to echo off the
high wooden vaulted ceilings of the sanctuary. The burgundy cushion
thankfully muted the buzz of the toy, and any moans
were too soft to notice over the booming organ. The
wet spot in my panties was becoming noticeable. I felt
the vibrations in crease as we stood for the processional
kmnel in one hand and the other gripped the pew
in front of us. As my knees began to buckle
under me. My voice shook as my body squeezed and
my muscles tightened. The vibrations stopped as we sat, and
I whimpered softly. I spread my legs slightly and saw
the dark spot on the crotch of my black pants.
My best friend adjusted his pants beside me, and I
touched the front of his khakis and gave a little
squeeze to the hard throbbing I felt there. Despite the
toy being off, I remained in heightened state of sensitivity,
falling a denied orgasm, and just from the feeling of
the toy down there. My best friend's hard cock certainly
didn't help matters, but obviously there was no way I
could pull it out and ride it in the middle
of the Holy Eucharist. As a tease, he would turn
it on and off a few times, sometimes for seconds,
sometimes for minutes, very speed between low and high. He
managed to keep me right on the edge. Finally, and
with impeccable timing, he put the toy on high lett
it shake me to my core while I slapped at
him and buried myself with the book of the Common Prayer.
I felt as if eyes were on me, as if
I was going to scream in pleasure. I imagined it
echoing off the high ceilings and faked to cough. The
unyielding motions were on me or insufferable. I tried to
control my breathing as my body tensed and I adjusted
to my spot. I crossed my legs in effort to
tighten on the little toy. Mixed between pleasure and fear
of getting caught, my entire body was in a state
of tenseness, and I never quite experience. My nails dug
into his hand as I tried to avoid showing the
congregation my imminent release. Let us pray, the rector said.
My body collapsed itself, and my knees gave out from
under me fall to the kneel bar. I bit hard
on my lip, trying to hold on in my vocal
expression of ecstasy. That afternoon, before returning to our respective schools,
his balls drained into my waiting pussy. He drove off satisfied,
and I drove with panties soaked in his leaked come Adeline.
I wasn't sure if it's Adeline or Adeline Devenning. I
don't know. It's kind of like at an Iron that
went to school with at Ian. It spelt the same way.
That took some serious nerves and trust, there's no way
at all. Could you imagine if the cushions weren't there,
Like I think that people close to you, like on
either side, definitely would have heard. I m this is
not for me, but I find it hot. You know,
the mix of the surroundings this definitely plays into the
fear being caught and that perfectly timed orgasm during let
us Pray? Yeah, I mean, could you imagine falling to
your knees and oh God? And then you could continue
on and you know, again not a place that I
picture having an orgasm, but your miles may vary so
out of line. Did you two ever repeat the risk
of public display like that again? Or was this just
like a one time off and hot? Did you or
did you do it in various other places? I can't
think of another place besides a church to do this,
you know, I mean, I guess maybe at a wedding,
you know, but it's you know, maybe I don't even think.
Then if you can think of a other place, a
public place that'd be more risky than a church, like
church setting on a Sunday, let me know, and then
those who are listening. Have you ever used the remote
toy or done anything exhibitionist in place you really shouldn't?
What was the scariest or hottest part, you know, the drill?
You can email me at Nikki at nikk why at
dear Niki dot com, or anonymously through the website at
dear Niki dot com under the confessions tab. You can
also visit us on discord, where we are all our
talking and sharing our thoughts there, or you know, you
can DM me if you're kind of shy. Dear Niki,
I've been meaning to write in, but I never felt
brave enough. I'm not sure if it's bravery or exhibitionism
to write to you. I've listened to your podcast for
many years now. I love to masturbate to your stories
you tell. Some are more interesting than others to me.
In particular, I do the hot wife stories because I
guess I would consider myself a hot wife. I would
like to tell you about my life experiences that I
and my husband have had. I am from the Czech Republic,
but I live in the UK. I'm in my early
forties and have been married for around twenty years now
to an English guy. I do love him very much.
He's a little bit older than but looks much younger.
I'm petit and dark haired now with a little gray
coming through. He's average height and a silver fox, as
you'd call him. Our sex life has always been fun, passionate,
but recently, I guess because of age, work, kids, and life,
it seems to have slowed down. Hopefully, by writing this
and hearing you read it, it might increase our passion.
If he hears it, he may work out it is me,
but may not be entirely sure. When we first met
years ago, jealousy was real issue from my side and
also his side a little. We argued like crazy and
made up by having amazing sex. When I was young,
I had been very promiscuous as a teenager in my town.
I had started sex early by the time I was
eighteen years of age, which I had probably fucked around
by twenty men but given blow jobs to many more.
I suspect, always older than me, powerful, sometimes married. I
was easily influenced and talked into situations that others may
have avoided. The town disco was like a hunting ground
for me. I did not understand what I was doing.
It was fun and my thirst for cock had no bounds.
When I came to the UK, I was around twenty.
It carried on. I continued to be promiscuous, but the
men here were obsessed with my look and check accent.
I became a plaything for guys I met, engaged in
drunken sex and three sums and even four sums. I
used to have sex as exercise. It actually kept my
body trim. I'd even tried escorting. I learned to control
men in bed, and they became obsessed with my body,
my pussy. I became utterly obsessed with sex, and even
when alone, I would play with myself. At that time,
I'd never had a vibrator or dildo back then, so
I improvised fucking myself with objects, learning how to grip
them tightly with my pussy. It was all very selfish
and very focused on just getting fucked. That was my
immature head and helped me get through the mundane week
to get to the week end. It was just sex,
and I never felt love until I met my husband.
When I met him, I knew I wanted him. He
did not just stimulate my pussy, he also had my heart.
We married quickly and were obsessed with each other. Our
sex life was conventional, but often we spent every hour
we could in bed, making love, fucking, experimenting. During the
early stages, though I did not tell him, I continued
to meet other guys, but I eventually weaned myself off
of them. Our early life together was amazing, fun, but
plagued with jealousy from my side. I could not stand
him talking to other women and even wanted him to
look away from other women whilst walking the street. It
was really difficult for him and I, but we loved
each other and this behavior led to blazing vows that
was always ended in the early hours with exhausted but
passionate fucking, both of us constantly on edge. One day,
after one particular bad jealousy field argument, he had enough.
The blazing row ended up with him walking out for
a day. He had enough. On the second evening, I
thought it was done. SI went out with friends to
a club in town to drown my sorrows. Dressed in
my sexiest I went out to party and turned heads.
I got really drunk and caught the attention of a
young guy, a boy really, but one thing led to another,
and I went back to his place, ending up with
a drunken fuck. To be honest, I didn't think much
of it. Nothing special. Yes, he made me come, had
good cock, but there was nothing more to it. It
was a drunken one night stand, and because my youth
and stupidity, I did not use protection. But the feel
and the sound of him coming in me made me
come too. He seemed to have endless amounts of come.
He let go deep inside me, and when he withdrew,
he also sprayed over my breast. I licked and sucked
his cock dry and worked my sperm into my breast
and body. My clothes strewn all around were also covered
in it. But after the deed, I simply wanted to leave.
At six a m. I stumbled home, smelling of sex
and a closed mess, still with the effects of alcohol
and ecstasy in my veins. I was not expecting my
husband to be home. I thought he was still at
friend's house stewing over our break up. When I walked
in the door, I could see the anger and the
hurt in his eyes. It was one hundred percent obvious
when I've been up to I was devastated at the
time he caught me. I felt immediate guilt and remorse.
We argued briefly but loudly as he accused me of
what I had obviously done. But then it ended, as
in all arguments do, with sex from him a side,
very forcible and passionate, from my side, Caught up in
the passion but reluctance, I knew that just a while
another man had come inside me. He got me into
our bedroom and pushed me back on the bed. As
he tore my dress off, I realized I had no
pannies on, and those were in my hand back As
he entered me, I was wet, not just with excitement,
but with another man's sperm still inside me. It was aggressive,
passionate sex like we had never had before. I begged
to slow down and stop, knowing that he would know
what he was feeling was sperm, the come of another
man on his cock. I was shaking, but unbelievably excited,
but he didn't stop. He kept going until we eventually
are both coming and crying together so passionate, frightening but
also loving at the same time, angry, nervous and amazing sex.
After this we spoke, I came cling to what I
had done. He was still very angry, but forgave me.
But for months our sex life went into overdrive. Sex
litterally happened anywhere and everywhere, in nightclubs, on trains, in parks,
up against the wall. It was intense and immediate. He
would take me whenever he wanted to take me, no
matter the circumstances. I now know this is to be
reclaiming sex. He refused to let me wear panties whenever
we went out, and would deliberately show me off, pointing
out and asking if I would like to fuck him too.
Sleep was impossible. It was every time of the day.
Morning was the most intense. Times I'd have to beg
him for rest. Sometimes every conversation turned to sex. We
do have a problem that was more acute back then.
I could never admit my desire to fuck other men.
Though we spoke about it often, I always felt it
difficult to admit I've always been a slight ashamed of
my desires. I love cock. I cannot help but love cock.
Over the years, we've tried to legitimize this, to normalize
the feeling I have. Funny thing is I know he's
fine with it. He wants to show me off. He
tell me there's nothing more amazing than watching men come.
I think back then, my immaturity really stopped us from
being free. We have attempted to meet a couple in
the early days, but I was never happy about having
another woman involved. For years, nothing happened until one holiday
in Amsterdam. After two days of what only could be
described by English people as a bender of parting, drinks
and drugs, we found ourselves a classic Amsterdam sex show.
My husband and over the years, got so turned on
by some pillow talk talk of me being fucked by
another man. We'd imagine that I was being fucked while
as giving him a blowjob, or use a dildo to
pretend I had two cocks and my tight little pussy.
That night, we more than made that fantasy a reality.
But that is another story. But this is when I
really became a hot wife. I loved your podcast was
great to hear you unstrictly anonymous Anita. Hello Anita, thanks
for listening in both places. How the fuck are you
doing on your train? I've been in the train matter
of fact, I got stuck in luggage one time, so
I have lots of questions because the couple of times,
most time I actually had seat. But there was one
time we boarded a train and he had to stand
all the way. I forget where we went all the
way to one of our next stops. I, on the
other hand, PLoP my little habbit butt down in luggage.
I actually have a picture of me and luggage, so
you're gonna have to let me know on that. I
have a gentleman from over the UK, and I am
not gonna tell you his name because that's what we
do here, that has a jelly wife, a jealous life,
as we would say here, and not that A lot
of this seemed familiar, but not if that you know
what I mean. So I'm not claiming at your husband,
but there's someone in your country going through something extremely similar.
So that's all I'm saying. Wild teen years. We all
have them, we do well, some of us anyway, I
really am now blossoming. I read this thing the other day.
It says someone said that a midlife is like meeting
your younger self again, but this time embracing it and
loving it. So maybe that's what you need to do,
is like embrace the sexiness of it all, but finding
a way to blend it into your marriage and navigate
the areas of jealousy. And maybe the jealousy just isn't
is it the fact that maybe it sounds like you've
got a great guy? So I'm wondering, is it jealousy
that other women might see the great gentleman? Because I
get that way with my brit I'm just saying, maybe
it's just the British men. Maybe it's that, as you know,
Sister to sister here just asking and don't forget to
write in that other I want to know because I
have so many questions that hopefully you'll answer, so right
back on the second part two And shame on you
for not following the rules. So, and to those of
us who are listening, have you ever experienced reclaiming sex
after jealousy and argument or even a real indiscussion and
how did it change things for you and your partner?
I haven't that I know of. Now. I have told
a lover about something I did and I thought I
really pissed him off. And as I was telling him
about it, I heard stop stop because I was on
the phone with him. Stop stop stop, stop stop. So
I stopped, and apparently earlier I was doing so I
was not in trouble. I don't think he got jealous.
I never asked, so if anyone out there has a
good reclaiming story, I really want to hear about it,
Dear Nikki. I got my journeyman plumbing license back when
I was twenty one. I was married to Holman until
recently and had two kids, so I'd never been in
a position to act on anything, and everyone probably assumed
I was a regular hetero working dad. As cheesy it
may sound, I think we all thought about it. What
would be like to fuck around with some one servicing
your house? Being on the trade side, I've had my
shares of temptations. Most of them were while I was
married and passed from women, typically the uptown house life
with too much time on our hands. Before that, I'm
about to share, I've never crossed the lines of professionalism.
A few months ago, I was working a house call
servicing the water heater. It was a rainy day and
the traffic was crap. I ended up being almost three
hours past the time expected. When I got to the residence,
a guy slender, dark hair, tattoos opened the door and
had a look of gratitude on his face that I
was there to hopefully fix the heater. He was wearing
cotton shorts and clearly free bawling and a loose taint top.
He showed me to the heater closet and I got
to work. The water heater was in the hallway, and
the hallway was also a door to the bathroom. In
the door to the sky's room. While I ran diagnostics
in trouble shot, he popped into the doorway and asked
a few questions. Clearly he didn't want to be a bother,
but at the same time I got a sense he
was looking to be friendly. At least I reciprocated the niceties,
explaining what could be going on, and missed the conversation.
He stood in the door frame, arms crossed hips slightly
relaxed to the side. I could see his full package
through his shorts. I realized he noticed me looking when
at one point I went back to make eye contact.
He was already looking dead at me, gave a wink,
and my stomach dropped. He was a handsome dude, for sure,
but I didn't necessarily catch the vibe he was gay
or into dudes at the least. I decided to nut
up and shoot my shot. So I made eye contact
back with him and said does he wink back as smoothly?
He responded quickly with only for cukee plumbers. I tried
to hide my excitement and played it cool while I
was debating in my head swiftly this was worth it,
So I said, well, damn wish there was one around.
That was me trying to bounce back with some self
deprecating humility. And then that's when one thumb. He slipped
it behind his waistband and pulled his shorts down over
his cock, revealing the hairy trail from his stomach down
to his thick, girthy cock. It was chubby, but he
began to bounce. As soon as he pulled it out.
He said, can't you see him waking? At that point,
I emptied my hands and responded with is that an
open invitation? Does it get more inviting than this. I
walked over to him when we were about the same height,
and I dropped down to my knees and put his
now almost draw card dick in my mouth. Luckily, I
had also finished with the water heater, so the timing
worked out perfectly. In hindsight, maybe that's what he was
waiting for. I began to suck his cock with a
few bobs. He was rock hard and hard to handle.
I couldn't fit him all the way in my mouth,
and he only the second cock I've had in my mouth.
He moaned, and I gave it my best go. After
a few minutes, he asked if he could tip me
for my services. He ushered me into the bathroom by
grabbing my belt buckle. He cranked on the shower, shut
the door, and before I knew it, he was on
his knees, unbuckling my belt in blue jeans, I was
already rock hard by now leaking a bit of pre comb.
He went to work on my cock like he was
starving for it. He looked up several times, servicing smile,
and even winked while he slowly then quickly sucked on
my cock. I asked him if I could film him
blowing me. He handed me his phone. I propped it
up to record, and he went back to work on
my cock. Now he was clearly putting on a bit
of a show, but I didn't care one bit. His
mouth was warm and the suction was great. He worked
in my cock for a while before I started getting
even more horned up. I lifted him up, pulled off
his tank top, and spun him around, bent him over
the bathroom counter. I grabbed his phone and started filming
me teasing his ass with my cock. Wasn't sure if
he was going to be into it at first, but
as I slapped his ass with my cock, he lifted
his right leg clearly invited me to play as I please.
I slapped his hole teased it with my cock. Shortly
after a few teases, he turned back around and went
back to his knees. He sucked my cock viciously, and
within a few minutes I felt myself about to nut.
I warned him I was about to blow. He began
sucking me faster and faster. I couldn't hold back. I
started coming in his mouth, and as I did, he
slowed down, pulsing his mouth. I felt his tongue moving
around to collect my load. He pulled his end back,
stuck out his tongue, and showed me my load before
he swallowed it with a smile in his face. I
raised him up to fetish him off and realized he
had come all over the floor. He smiled and said, yeah,
you got me a few minutes ago. We both laughed
and started putting our clothes back together. We walked down
the bathroom and chit chatted a bit. He mentioned his
girlfriend was going to be by soon, but asked if
I was available to come back and look out a
toilet rebuild. Clearly he was looking to make something happen
in the future, so I shared my info and let
him know I'd be happy to come back if needed.
I collected my equipment and left, lightened by one load. Kyle, Ah,
where was this? We just did a Plumber episode on live.
This was absolutely hot. I'm I'm glad there's another Plumber
out there, you know, living the porn trope fantasies, improving
that they're true as well. I liked that, does it wink?
I love that it was such It's something I probably
would have said, very corny and pickuppy. So, yeah, so,
did you ever go back for that toilet rebuild? And
if so, and the girl would never get involved? Or
was this two separate lives here going on? And those
who are listening, if you ever had any kind of
service job or trade, have you ever had a flirty
or straight up sexual moment with a client? Or if
you've ever been a homeowner, have you ever shot your
shot with someone working in your house? There are a
lot of lonely housewives out there house husbands too. For
I understand, these three stories show us different sides of
sexual adventure. Adeline reminds us the thrill of risk in
the fear of getting caught can make pleasure feel ten
times more intense. Anita letter teaches us honest communication, even
when it's messy, can turn jealousy into deeper passion and
hotter connection. And Kyle proves that sometimes chemistry just sparks
the most unexpected places as long as everone's on the
same page. The takeaway stay safe, communicate clearly, and embrace
what turns you on, and never underestimate the little power
of or a lot of risk. And your answer for
today's riddle, let's remind you of the question people use
their hands to go up and down me. I'm very
long and very hard. When am I a railing see
completely clean and inclosing? Hello, lover, why don't we try
some remote control excitement? You know when more away funny?
Think about me wearing a toy for you and you
control it on our next dinner date. What do you think?
I really want to know? And until next time, Thanks
for listening everyone, Stay naughty, stay safe, and send your
stories confessions over to Nikki and i kk Y at
Dearniky dot com or as always, anonymously through the website
at Dearniki dot com under the confessions time and I'll
see you next time.