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Hey you filthy horny listeners.

Welcome back to Nikki After Dark.

The only place where you're the darkest, what-as-convations, get the spotlight that

deserve.

I'm your host Nikki, and tonight we're serving pure, unfiltered chaos.

Before we dive in, here's your mouth-watering teasers of some of the stories you'll hear

tonight.

She got told her beckoning was too much on a crowded beach, so she took it off, bucked

the girl's brother in a public restroom.

And then showed his shock sister the video she secretly recorded of the whole thing.

And a guy finishes inside his girlfriend, he immediately sneaks next door in their dorm,

so her best friend can drop to her knees, and lick every drop off her, of her own bestie's

pussy juice, and come on his cock with her tongue.

And a married mom on a Caribbean vacation starts an innocent nude photo shoot with her

husband, until a tall local stranger joins in, and it ends with his thick, bare cock sliding

inside her.

That?

And so so much more.

We had a listener, a question that dropped into my mail this weekend.

Dear Nikki, my partner keeps hinting he wants me to flirt, dance, and get touched by

other men when we go out.

It turns man, but I'm nervous it could go too far.

How far is too far when your partner wants to watch you be desired by strangers?

To all those who are listening right now.

I want your honest, filthy thoughts on these two questions.

Have you ever let your partner watch you flirt, dance, and get touched, or even more with

someone else?

And how did it actually feel in the moment?

And what's the hottest or scariest part about letting your partner see you wanted by someone

else?

I would think the jealousy would be the biggest thing, especially if you're going in with

no absolute clear lines of where's yes, where's no, that kind of thing.

But again, I want to hear your thoughts.

Remember, you can always send them to me at Nikki and I KKY at DeerNiki.com, or anonymously

through the website at DeerNiki.com or the Conventions tab.

You can always drop by our Discord channel, talk to other sexplortives just like you,

or even DM me your answer.

My DMs are always open there.

Alright, it's time for your dirty, sounding reddle.

This one sounds really dirty, but I swear again, it's always completely innocent.

Most people love having me in their mouth first thing in the morning and last thing at night,

and I'll leave you feeling refreshed when I'm high.

Again, mull that over in that dirty mind I know you have, and the answer will be at the

end of our show.

You know what time it is.

It's time to sit back.

Relax.

Let's have a whiskey with some filthy cherries, of course, and explore some erotic fantasies

from people just like you and me.

DeerNiki, I'm in an aspiring model, hoping to turn this into my full-time career and

I absolutely love it.

There's just something about being told what to do and directed by a confident man that

gets me soaking wet every single time.

I also adore the slutty, revealing outfits I get to wear, tiny bikinis, short skirts,

all the teasing that comes with it.

Honestly, it feels completely natural to me.

Last week a photographer booked me for a shoot at his home studio.

It was mostly portraits with some implied nudity.

Things were going fine until I noticed he was getting semi-hard while directing me.

He made a half-jokey comment about maybe needing to go to the bathroom to take care of business.

I just laughed it off and that told him it was okay.

I wasn't uncomfortable at all.

Since I've always been very sexually open, I casually said he could just jerk off right

here in front of me if he wanted.

Without hesitation, he pulled out his cock and started stroking it while I continued posing

for him.

The energy in the room completely changed.

I started teasing him, talking dirty, telling him how hot it was watching him get off to

me.

At the same time I slipped my hand between my legs and began rubbing my tripping wet pussy

right in front of him.

It was incredibly intense.

We both lost it.

Eyes locked on each other.

I ended up squirting hard, just as he came, shooting all over his hand.

It was such a thrilling, dirty experience.

I can't stop thinking about it.

Signed your secret little exhibitionist.

I have never had a shoot.

Turned into explicitly sexual.

The few that I've been on.

I've been to some ones that are really comfortable and then I've been on to some ones that I am

just not a model.

I crack up.

I'm just not a serious person.

It comes to serious things.

I mean, I can be serious, but it comes to like that where, you know, you have to be the

model type.

I'm new.

I'm a boat of giggles.

And I'm to our little exhibitionist.

Did you end up booking more shoots with him?

Did anything else happen after you both came?

Did you come again later?

I'd like to know that.

And to everyone listening, would you have been bold enough to suggest he'd jerk off

right there?

Or would you have kept it more professional?

Have you ever mixed work with this level of sexual tension?

Now there's never been one fair to do, just to say it.

Dear Nikki, back in 2000, I was at my first real job after college.

And so was my platonic college friend Kelly.

She worked at a tiny PR company with just her boss and one other girl, Becky.

Kelly has always had an incredible hodar and she sent me up with several girls before.

She knew my style pretty well.

I'm not usually the type to fuck on the first date, but I'm definitely an everything but

kind of guy.

She always appreciated that about me because she's been pushing for sex on the first dates

herself.

And like that, I showed some restraint while still being very sexual.

Kelly told me Becky was new to Chicago and seemed down to party.

In fact, Becky had straight up told Kelly she was single and looking to hook up.

After checking with me, Kelly put us in touch.

The phone call went great.

We clicked right away.

And when I asked her out for that weekend, she immediately said yes.

There was this cute little giggle in her voice that told me this night was going to be fun.

I picked Becky up at her apartment and took her to a nice tapas dinner.

She was really cute, thin, dark brown hair, pale skin, pretty smile.

She actually looked a lot like the 70s porn actress Jenny Baxter.

The date went well and the chemistry was strong.

So I drove her home and I was already hoping she'd invite me in.

Just thinking about the possibility getting to eat her pussy made my rock hard.

The second, the we got the car.

My erection was purity, obvious in my microfiber pants.

While I was driving down Lake Shore Drive, Becky didn't waste any time.

She instant my pants, pulled my cock out through the fly of the Aunt My underwear.

And before I knew it, she had me in her mouth.

Holy fuck.

She gave an incredible blowjob.

I was steering with one hand and gently holding back that of her head with the other while

she worked me over.

I eventually had to beg her to stop because I was getting too close and I still really

wanted to eat her out at her place.

When we got to her apartment, we went straight to the bed and stripped naked.

Becky had that soft, milky pale skin and a body that felt so good to touch, soft where

a woman should be soft.

As the old guys used to say, and legs, heaven.

She had big, beautiful, full black bush, thick dark triangle against her pale skin, with

a plump, pink lips peeking out.

I flipped her over so her ass was on my face, took one stiff or a musky pussy and just moaned

like an animal.

She smelled exactly how woman should smell.

I dove in and started eating her wet, flavorful pussy while she went right back to sucking

my cock, taking me half way down her throat.

I managed to hold off until the her cum hit from my tongue.

The second she finished, she tacked my dick with pure hunger, lots of spit, deep throating,

sucking me like she needed my load.

When I told her I was about to come, she didn't pull off.

I ended up shooting seven long heavy jets straight into her mouth and down her throat.

She swallowed every single drop like a champion, keeping her lips sealed around me the whole

time.

Even as I kept pulsing, it was one of the best first dates I've ever had.

Your eager cock hungry first date slut.

So cock hungry slut, I guess you'd be a pussy hungry slut maybe here.

She was a cock hungry slut.

Did you ever sing her again after that night?

And if you did, did it get wilder on round two?

And did you ever give Kelly the full dirty details for me, they're one of you?

You know, I leave some details out, not all, but some.

And to everyone listening, would you have gone down on him in the car on your very first

date like Becky did, or would you have waited until you got inside?

And how do you feel about a full bush on a woman?

Full bush doesn't mean, you know, full bush like nontrimmed or retrimming here.

Because you know, dental floss comes from the store, not pre-packaged already warm.

Just saying.

Dear Nikki, this happened years ago, long before I met my husband.

I had a few casual fuckbodies back then, but there was one guy who was especially talented

in bed.

So good that I'd drop everything when he called for a booty call.

One night he texted me while I was already drunk, lying naked in bed.

He wanted me to come over, and with all that liquid courage flowing through me, a wicked

idea popped into my head.

I decided to show up wearing nothing but a long coat and a pair of sexy heels.

No bra, no panties, completely bare underneath.

I felt so bold and confident that I wasn't even nervous about anyone seeing me on the

way.

When I got to his place, he opened the door, I didn't even say hello.

I just let the coat drop straight to the ground, standing there naked nothing but my heels.

The look on his face was priceless, pure lust.

We ended up having incredible non-stop sex for hours.

It was raw, dirty, and exactly what I needed.

Everything came too fast.

I had classes to get to, so I had to rush out, in my hurry, and still a little junk.

I knew the coat, I threw the coat back on, and headed for the train.

It wasn't until I was sitting on the morning commute on the train that it really hit me.

The coat was barely long enough to cover me, and every time I moved or the chain jostled,

I was flashing skin.

I realized I must have been doing the exact same thing on the way there, but I've been

too bold and too busy to care.

Now, sober-ish, I was in a harsh, morning light.

I felt completely exposed.

All those people staring at me on their way to work.

They were looking at me like I was a total slut.

And honestly, they were right.

That's exactly what I was that night.

Hello, Abe.

Yeah, I prefer answering you guys on my keyboard, too.

So that's not a bad thing, just saying it never comes out right.

If I'm typing on my phone, then I have like ten tabs open on my phone, and you should

see my tabs on my desktop, it's even worse.

Have you ever done anything this risky or exhibitionous, just because I was horny

to a little drunk?

Now, I mean, you guys are going to find out completely boring, just really horny all

the time.

No, but I mean, well, not expose like this, but there was a bus in the UK, but my clothes

were all still on, that's all I must say, there.

Into our author, did he ever find out how exposed you were on the train ride home?

Did you pull a stunt like this again with him or anyone else?

And how did you feel about all this after the alcohol aura?

Into anyone that's listening.

Have you ever dared to walk across the city, or even just down the street, wearing only

a coat and heels for a hook-up?

How far would you go for a great dick when you really are turned on?

Great dick.

Great dick and good pussy will make you do lots of things.

I don't know if it will make you rob a bank, but lots of things.

What about you Abe, would you cross the city and nothing but a trench coat to get good

pussy?

Dear Nikki, it was late 2021 in Southeast Michigan, the weird post-pandemic time where

everyone was desperate for real human connection.

I had just moved, changed careers, and was living with a roommate who sometimes used me for

her only fans content, another story for another day.

I'm a shamelessly a slut and I own it.

My name, Jay, I'm 25 or was 25, 62, dirty blonde hair and a rocking of fresh, triforced

tattoo.

I'm no meal model, but I got that awkward hot vibe, think Matthew Greyhuggubler, homeschooled

little brother, who'd never turned their shut up.

But you're not here for me, you're here for Tanya.

Tanya was 27, 58 with short brown hair that framed her cute face perfectly, shed a beaming

smile, a button nose and a pinchable cheeks, and a killer pair of double d's that couldn't

hide no matter how hard she tried.

We matched on Tinder, and I was brutally honest right away.

Hey, I like kinky shit, bondage three sums and mind-blowing sex.

Does that interest you?

Most girls would overrun.

Tanya didn't, she matched my energy.

We chatted about kink, anime, and games.

I asked her out for a drink at the same night.

I showed up early at this little bar, she walked in wearing a black dress, denim jacket,

and leggings, because November in Michigan is fucking cold.

The banter was fire, so she teased me for being cuter in person.

I roaster her for having zero self-preservation after opening my opening line.

She mocked me for playing my League of Legends fare.

Eventually, I went for it.

When I come back to my place, she said yes.

The second we got inside, she looked nervous but excited.

I got her some water, sat her on the edge of my bed, and lifted her chin gently as to

ask if she was okay.

She admitted she'd never done anything like this before.

I shared her regode slow, and she could stop anytime.

I brought out my ropes and let her pick the color.

She chose a deep, red, hand-prop.

It looked incredible against her stand.

I started out with a simple double column tie on her wrist, turning it into a cuff and

collar so her hands were bound to her neck.

When I asked how it felt, she looked at me with these big eyes and whispered,

fuck, I thought I'd done something wrong, and I reached for the safety scissors, but

she quickly stopped me.

No, I need you to fuck me.

Right?

No.

Yes, ma'am.

Getting her dress off with the rope in the way was a challenge, but once it was gone,

I was staring at those beautiful big tits.

Her bra came off fast.

She eagerly dropped her knees and took my thick cock into her mouth, sucking with real

hunger.

I enjoyed it for a minute, and used the rope to leash to pull her around the bed.

I tied her hands above her head to the headboard and threw her legs over my shoulders and

buried my face into her tight wet pussy.

I licked and sucked her clit, added a finger to a g-spot and worked her until she was shaking.

When she whispered, I'm gonna come.

I told her, good girl, and kept going until she came hard on my tongue.

After a quick check-in, she looked surprised and asked if we were done.

Well no.

I grabbed my magic wand, put a condom on, and slid my cock inside her, while pressing

the vibrator against her clit.

I started slow, letting her feel every inch, and fucked her harder while the toy buzzed.

She was moaning like crazy, and when she begged, daddy, I'm gonna come again.

I turned sadistic and told her not to, then cracked the vibrator high.

She lost it, whimpering and pleading.

Please daddy, let me come, I can't hold it.

I finally growled, come for me, come on that big hard cock.

Her pussy clinched so tight around me that I exploded deep inside her, pumping a load

after load while she came hard.

We caught her breath in the afterglow and I smiled at her, shower in round two.

She grand and said, yes please, daddy.

Internet dating is always a gamble, but once in a while you strike pure gold.

Your rope, rope, hungry, daddy pleasing, tender date.

I've never been on a tender date, and I'm not interested in doing on tender dates, it

just doesn't often inform me, but it comes times comes at his, yes Vika, or daddy, so this

one kind of stuck home because, yes this has happened, so I'm interested though with

our daddy.

Did you end up seeing Tanya again after that night?

I'd hope so as great as this sounded, and did the kink ever get more intense at later

rounds?

And did she ever let you tire up in more creative ways?

That's interesting too.

And to those that are listening, would you have let someone tie you up on the first date

after a tender match, especially if his opening line was that direct?

And how do you feel about mixing toys and bondage and rough sex right away?

Um, maybe not the first date.

That would, I don't know.

I mean he was honest about it, but I've watched too many murder mysteries and yeah, so

I think you have to build some trust for me before I would sign my, you know, I just

watched man and a white van, so I'm not looking to disappear, just saying, so this isn't

no for me.

My mileage is definitely varying for a first date, second or third possibly, but depends on

the connection and yadda yadda.

What about you guys?

I'd really want to know.

You can always send me directly to Nicky at nikkky at dareniki.com, anonymously through

the website at dareniki.com and just a confession chav.

And just remember, you can always join us over on the discord channel, meet other sex

floridos just like you, and send me a DM.

I read every single one of them.

Dareniki, years ago in school, I was a real bully.

A lot of time has passed and I've grown up since then, but this unexpected counter brought

it all rushing back.

I was at the local swimming baths when I had just finished swimming when I bumped into

Kevin.

A guy I used to pick on back in school.

I hadn't seen him since we left.

I headed into the showers not realizing he had followed me in.

While I was washing off, he said hello, and we had a quick catch-up chat.

I could feel his eyes on me the whole time.

Then I noticed him getting hard while looking at my body.

To my embarrassment, my own cock started rising too.

Before I could say anything, he stepped into the shower with me and said, guess this

will make up for you being a bully in school.

And he reached out and took my cock in his hand, then guided me into his.

We stood there stroking each other with the water running over us.

And didn't take long, his hand felt so good that I exploded, shooting my load all over

him as he kept bumping me.

Then he smirked and said, time you apologize properly.

He pushed me down onto my knees, his hard cock right in front of my face.

He grabbed my head and shoved it into his mouth, thrusting deep while holding me in place.

I knelt there sucking him eagerly, genuinely, enjoying apologizing for how I treated him

back then.

When he came, he filled my mouth so suddenly I gagged, but I managed to swallow most of

his load.

As I stood up, he looked at me and called me, a good girl, saying I wasn't a bully anymore.

Then he pulled me in and kissed me hard.

Before I knew it, I was rock hard again.

We stood there gently rubbing and stroking each other, until we both came a second time,

moaning into the kiss.

It was such a dirty, unexpected way to make peace with the past.

Our repented shower-slut, who always says sorry, hmm, this is hot, I gotta admit that.

I don't think I could ever have shower-sex at a gym though.

I mean, I say that, but I could think of a few that I'd be at least down to, I mean,

you know, hand jobs or something.

In our shower-slut, our bully, did anything else happen after the second orgasm, or was

at the end of your apology?

Have you seen Kevin again since that day at the baths, and how did it feel being called

a good girl in that moment?

And those who are listening, would you ever let an old bully, or someone you used to bully,

turn the tables on you in a public shower like this, and how far would you go to apologize

if the chemistry suddenly hit?

I don't know, maybe I'd take him back to my place, but I don't think I'd still do it

in the shower, but it's still hot.

Now if I was in the shower next door, I definitely would masturbate.

That I would do.

Dear Nikki, nothing turns me on more than knowing that none of my friends, family, or even

my wife have any idea who I am.

While they're at work or sitting at church, the real me is somewhere else, aching for

desperate cock.

I'm the one getting pushed down to my knees, mouth open, eagerly taking my favorite meal,

deep down my throat.

I'm the one getting bent over, ass up, getting my back blown out, so hard I can't stop

moaning like a true filthy slut.

That secret, that hungry cock craving side of me is the real me, and now you know, well

hello you cock on her wee slut.

Uh, have I ever kept, have you ever kept a wild different side, completely hidden from

everyone else?

I would say probably my, anybody that's not intimately involved in me, yeah, um, I mean hence

the word Nikki, I mean, I'm just someone you'll see at the grocery store and not think of

thing of it.

And to you, how often do you get to look, your secret slut out?

Do you have regular guys who know the real you, or is it mostly risky spontaneous hookups?

Does the danger of getting caught make it even hotter for you?

And I think that's when you live a secret, secret life and you want to keep it secret,

that's when you go at least a couple downs over to keep it secret, just saying.

No pictures or videos, and if you do, shoulders down.

Could you, for everyone that's listening, live a double life like this, respectable on

the outside, and total cock slut or any other kind of slut on the inside?

How far would you go to keep your filthy cravings completely secret from your wife, family,

or friends?

You know the drill, I really want to know.

Dear Nikki, my husband and I got a wild message on a swingersight from our own cousin and

her husband.

We both thought it was pretty weird at first, some people online even called it sick, but

we've decided to meet them for drinks anyway, just to see what happened.

We had lots of laughs and shared our limited swinging experiences, they were way more experienced

than us.

It felt especially strange for my husband because their families have all been really close.

His cousin's a little older than us, and I know he looked up to her when he was younger.

Nothing physical happened that night, we just said we'd keep in touch.

A few days later his cousin called me directly and asked if I'd be a unicorn for them, just

me without my husband.

She was super sweet about it, tell me how much they both enjoyed our company, and how

pretty they thought I was.

She laid on the compliments thick.

She even admitted that if it weren't for the family connection, they could all have a

really good time together, but she could tell my husband wasn't comfortable with that,

and she understood.

I told my husband about the call right away, he said it was completely up to me.

I still felt weird about it, but he reassured me he was fine with whatever I decided.

I even asked if he wanted to watch if I went through with it, but he just smiled and told

me to go have fun.

So I did.

Being the third with them felt amazing, they really know how to make a girl feel special.

It was clear they'd done plenty of times before.

We also talked about my husband during the night, and I could tell his cousin was very

interested in him.

She even asked if I thought he might be opening to join us if there was another couple or

two involved.

The more I think about it, if everyone is genuinely okay with it, why not?

Signed your curious married unicorn exploring forbidden fruit.

I don't see a problem with this, you know, it doesn't sound like they're interested

in him, they're just in her, but when I first read this I was wondering if, if the two

cousins were male and their respectable wives were female, and they could just swap,

and there's still nothing wrong with that, and there's still nothing wrong with this.

I mean, the way I look at this is if everybody's a consenting adult, it's not in my damn business.

So go for it.

But I think maybe if there were some other couples involved and they weren't bothered by the

familial connection that I could see this, her husband going for it, I think there's

just not enough buffer there.

That's kind of when I'm reading into this.

And to our author, did you end up meeting them again as their unicorn?

And how did it feel about being your husband's cousin?

Did anything happen that made you think your husband might actually join the next time?

And to everyone that's listening, would you ever agree to be a unicorn for your partner's

family member?

And how far would family taboo push your boundaries if your husband was generally okay with it?

Again, this doesn't, it wouldn't air if I saw this in the familial role.

There's no blood touching here.

So it's just wives of the person that they're married to touching the other couple that's

related to her husband.

There's no familial connection here.

And India still doesn't even cross the line if he's there involved with other two other

couples.

You know, there's still that buffer there.

And again, everyone's consenting adults here they can do as they please.

Hello, baddie.

I see you peeking in here, how are we tonight?

Ah, I'm good, tired, I'm really tired, I don't know why I'm and I'm good.

It's Monday as I always say, it's Monday.

Nothing like a Monday.

Monday, Monday.

Dear Nikki, I went down to Florida last week because I could.

And as any self-respecting slut knows, a good bikini is basically mandatory down there.

Just to set the scene, I could have worn something way slitherier for my first day.

But the bikini I had on, when this happened, was actually pretty modest compared to what

I could have gotten away with on that beach.

It still showed off plenty of tits and asks, but nothing outrageous, or so I thought.

I was like I'll buy towel reading a book while my two friends were out in the water.

Out of nowhere, this girl, probably a little older than me, walks straight up and says,

hey, don't you think that some suit might be a bit too much?

Hell no, no introduction, just pure bitch energy.

I looked up to her and asked, way more politely than she deserved.

Too much, what?

She hit me with the classic, I'm just saying there could be children around here.

I reminded her it was a beach, she shrugged it off and went back to my book.

She stormed away so naturally, I got nosey and glanced over.

She was with the guy.

I assumed he was her boyfriend, so I flipped onto my stomach and tied my bikini top, and

accidentally let my tits flash him a few times while pretending to read.

Petty, maybe, fun, absolutely.

A while later, the guy comes over to apologize for his sister.

At first, I thought he was lying to cover up cheating, but they really did look like,

turns out, he wasn't lying.

He wasn't bad looking.

We started flirting hard, and it didn't take long before we both wanted more.

Bucking there on the beach wasn't an option, and my hotel room felt too boring.

So we did the next specs thing, we went to a restaurant, grabbed a quick bite, and

I then let him fuck me in the men's bathroom, right in front of the mirror.

It was honestly, purely pretty standard sex.

No one even walked in on us, sadly, no extra spice.

But here's where it gets good.

Afterward, I changed into an even smaller bikini, one that barely covered anything, and

we headed back to the beach.

We found a sister sunbathing on her towel.

Her face went bright red, the second she saw me, and my newly, barely there outfit.

I decided to be direct and asked her straight up if that was her brother, she admitted it.

The brother tried to get her to stay put while I sat basically on top of him, my tits practically

spilling out.

For my final little bitch move, I pulled out my phone, and showed her the video I'd secretly

recorded of me getting fucked by her brother in the bathroom mirror.

They both lost it.

I laughed, said my piece, and left.

He wasn't even great in bed, but I'm pretty sure they're still talking about me.

I know this one's pretty tame compared to some things some of the things I've ever told

you, but the whole brother mix up made it hilarious to me.

I'm just too much for Florida.

Huh, yeah, no, I'm not that petty, but I have something similar, but it's not sexy.

So I like to listen.

I had all my tops on my G1 summer, and I was driving through Sam's, and I'm admittedly

listen to my music just to tad too loud.

I always turned down for parking lots, well, down-ish, but I was in the moment, and I was

waiting for this car.

I was down a little lane here, and like you guys can see, we're in pointing.

This woman is loading up her car, and she had a small one, and she comes over, and she

goes, can you turn it down?

I was listening to, oh gosh, I think it was crazy train, it was what it was on, because

I was smiling, it comes on now.

She goes, can you just turn that devil-slip music down, you know, Timmy, you know, hurt

Timmy's ears, or whatever, what was his name was.

He only listens to whatever.

And I, without Mr. VIII, I reached behind my steering wheel and turned it up, I said, what?

I can't hear you, my music's so loud, I can't seem to get it down further, and she

stormed off.

That's my bitch move.

I mean, if she would have just came over and said, hey, can you please turn down the music,

you know, it's all about approach, right?

If she would have been a little cordial to me and done it, yeah, but I'm like, I wouldn't

have gone as far as she did with the whole, I'm going to fuck your brother and record

it.

That's just tacky, but, you know, I still probably would have showed off.

I'm going to done something a little more cattier than her, but definitely, yeah.

So for those who are listening, would you have shown her the video or kept that little

souvenir to yourself?

And have you ever turned a stranger's root comet into something full on hookup sex or

revenge story?

No.

And what's the pettiest thing you've done out of spite during a vacation fling?

I don't think I've ever been petty outside the story, I just thought, I mean, I've been

petty, but not in a sexual way like this chick was, it just, it's not worth my energy.

You know, you've got a crazy sister, I don't want it, I don't deal crazy, so dear Nikki,

my girlfriend's best friend and I have been secret fuck buddies longer than I've even known

my girlfriend.

In fact, her bestie who's the one who introduced us in the first place.

My girlfriend has no idea that I've been fucking the whole time.

We've told ourselves we'd stop once I started dating her, but we never could.

The pull was just too strong.

Now, here's the really twisted part.

Our bestie is an evil, filthy woman in the best possible ways.

We all live in the same dorm, and she turned into this dirty little ritual.

Almost every single time I fuck my girlfriend, she orders me to come straight to her room

right afterward.

No shower, no cleaning up, nothing.

She wants me exactly as I am.

I stink over with my cock still wet and messy from my girlfriend covered in her juices

and come.

The second I walk through her door, her bestie drops her knees like it's her favorite part

of the day.

She takes me into her mouth slowly, licking and sucking every inch, making sure she cleans

off every single drop of her own best friend's pussy from my dick.

The mones the whole time, like she's savoring the best taste of portrayal.

Sometimes she swells it all down, sometimes she pushes me onto the bed and rides me so

her pussy can clean me too.

And if I'm really lucky, she'll turn around and let me fuck her tight ass right after.

It's becoming our regular thing now.

I fuck my girlfriend, then immediately let her bestie clean up the evidence in the most

depraved and possible way.

The risk of getting caught in the dorm hallway just makes it hotter.

We both know how fucked up this is, but neither of us wants to stop.

Girlfriend's bestie's favorite fuck toy.

I'm trying to picture this, so what?

He gets up and goes, okay, hang on, hold that thought.

I'm going to run down the hall.

I mean, what is he saying every time?

I have questions here.

And no, no, this is, no, mileage may vary on everybody, but how is this working?

Betty, help me here.

No way.

I could see maybe once, maybe once getting away with it.

I'd like to know the excuse how they got away with it the first time.

Because what is he doing, like just running butt naked down the hall?

I mean, or are they in, are they in dorms that are connected?

Hang on.

I left my toothbrush at Sandra's door.

What are we doing here?

How are we getting away with this?

This has only happened once.

And I want to know the story of how, what was the excuse?

Okay, for all you that are listening, have you ever had a secret ongoing affair with your

partner's best friend?

And how long did you manage to keep it going?

He only met this girl once.

I'm just telling you.

And would you ever let or make your side piece your clean up right after

sex with your main partner?

Or is that your risky even for you?

And what's the most pervert, per depraved or reclaiming ritual you've ever done or had

done to you?

I'm just like, I mean, does he have a button?

I'm confused.

I'm really, really confused here, Betty.

Dear Nikki, on one recent spring break to the Caribbean, my husband and I finally got

a rare toddler free afternoon to ourselves.

Before the kid, we used to find love-finding, excluded spots during a vacation for sexy

nude photo shoots.

I did the nude modeling when I was younger, and my husband is a hobbyist photographer.

So it became our fun little tradition, micro bikinis full nude, all over the Caribbean.

I finally felt confident enough in my postpartum body to do it again, so that was the plan.

We drove 40 minutes to the wild, mostly unused side of the island, perfect for privacy.

I started shooting in my tiniest micro G-string bikini, and of course, within minutes, a

local man appeared out of nowhere.

He was a tall, black, slender, probably in his fifties.

He just stood about 20 feet away, watching.

We've had gockers before, so we went over and started chatting with him.

Surprisingly, he was really nice and easy to talk to.

No, awkwardness at all.

We talked about island, our trip, life.

All while I was basically naked in my micro bikini, and he was wearing a thin black

workout shorts, with no underwear.

His big dick was clearly outlined the whole time.

As light started to fade, my husband wanted to keep shooting.

I figured why not.

So I asked the man if he wanted to take a few photos of me.

He smiled and agreed.

We started with some awkward side-by-side shots, but my husband kept directing.

Put your arm around her.

Get closer.

Look happy.

Soon, I was pressed tight against him.

My tits and hips rubbing on his body, my arm and around his back.

Then, my husband told me to face him.

I turned, pressed my body fully against his, hand on his chest looking up.

I could feel his cock getting hard and throbbing against my leg through those thin shorts.

He got all embarrassed and tried to pull away, but I reassured him it was okay.

I was glad he liked it.

He relaxed, and I even guided his hand onto my ass.

Those poses got hotter and hotter.

Closer, like you're about to kiss, my husband said.

We got so close I could smell his sweet breath, and that masculine scent drove me wild.

In seconds, I went from phone photo shoot to I need to be fucked right now.

The only problem, I'm not on birth control anymore, and I don't have an IUD.

I couldn't let him fuck me.

But God, I wanted to.

I wanted him to pin me down on the sand and fill me with his calm.

Instead, I asked if you wanted to kiss me.

He said yes.

So I started making out with him while my husband kept snacking photos and giving directions.

It was this crazy mix of kissing, posing, and pure heat.

My pussy was throbbing the whole time.

Undo her top and touch her breasts.

My husband called out.

He did.

His big hands felt incredible on my tits.

Then, I broke the kiss, looked up at him and said.

I want you to take your pants off for me.

He pulled his shorts down, his thick, cock spring-free, large, fat, head, foreskin, already

rock hard.

I wrapped my hand around it, and started stroking while we were kissing again.

My husband capturing every moment.

I told him I wanted to watch him strok it for me.

While he did, I took off my bikini broadens, laid down on the warm sand, and started

touching my pussy.

He knelt beside me and jerked his cock right over my body.

His heavy balls hung low and thick pre-com was dripping.

He reached over and started rubbing my clit with his fingers hard.

Just how I like it.

My clit is extra-sensitive and enlarged from testosterone.

I came hard on his hand while his leaking cock hovered interest from my face.

After my orgasm, he moved between my legs and rubbed his cock against my pussy lips.

I was so wet and open that his fat head started sliding inside me, even as I kept saying,

you can't fuck me, you can't fuck me.

I was grinding just on the head, squeezing it with my pussy, feeling it throb.

He finally said, I want to come.

I told him to pull out and come on me.

I spread my pussy for him as he stroked and he unloaded thick, heavy ropes of cum all

over my pussy and lower belly.

Afterward we kissed a little more while his cum dripped in on me.

I apologized and explained I wasn't on birth control, otherwise I'd have let him

fuck me properly.

He was sweet about it.

Eventually I got up, walked into the calm water with his cum still running down me and

washed off.

When I came back, he was gone.

It was just my husband looking through all the filthy photos he had taken.

I still can't think, stop thinking about how much close I came to letting a stranger

braid me on that beach.

I care being almost mommy.

That's hot.

I have to agree with that.

Hello John, how are you?

You know, I wouldn't have let him come inside me either, you know, especially if I was

off of all that stuff.

I'd have to, even with the idea, I would least, you know, that was one thing.

When I first started dating someone, even though they would wear a condom and I was like

on like an oral or a shot or whatever, I still did like the spermicide jelly I like did.

Like I stacked the whole stuff.

That was me, just me.

And for those of you who are listening, have you ever come that close to unprotected

sex with a stranger while on vacation and knowing the risk?

Did you stop or give in?

Would you have let him come inside you if the circumstances were different or did you

love the denial on teats?

And husband and wives, how far would you let a spontaneous beach encounter go during

a couple's photoshoot?

You know how to get ahold of me at Nikki and I KKY at DeerNiki.com, anonymously through

the website at DeerNiki.com under the Confessions tab.

You can also join us over on Discord every Monday through Saturday at 8 p.m. Central

Standard Time for live shows that we never know where's going.

DeerNiki, this happened a few years ago, but I still get hard thinking about it.

It was a Friday afternoon after a brutal week at work.

I needed to blow off some serious steam.

So on the drive home, I shot a quick DM to one of my favorite sexy dads in his 40s with

a soft furry dad bod and a nicely curved dick that always felt great to play with.

We had a couple of fun, no pressure, stroke, and suck sessions before, so I was thrilled

when he replied almost instantly.

I'm hurled, it horned up, let's go stroke it out.

He dropped a location pin not far from me.

When I pulled up, it was a motel, made sense, he had kids, so he probably just wanted privacy.

I knocked on the door, and G opened it, squinting in the pitch black room wearing only boxers.

My eyes adjusted and landed straight on the bed, where another guy was sitting naked

against the pillows.

He winked at me, I thought you'd like to join me in a friend.

Before I could even process it, he was already tugging at my belt, practically ripping my

pants off the hungry energy I love.

As my clothes hit the floor, I locked eyes with the cute guy on the bed.

He was in his 20s, eastern European, pale, smooth skin, and just a tiny patch of chest

hair, total twink vibes, short, drawn, bent down, back hair, with a sweet smile.

The second he saw G, slide my boxer briefs, and my thick, cut, cock sprang out.

He started lazily playing with his own soft dick.

G motioned me onto the bed, grinning like the devil.

The three of us inning, sitting side by side against the pillows.

Euroboy on my left, G on my right, facing the TV like we were just watching a movie,

instead about to get filthy.

I was already rock hard, G wasted no time wrapping his hand around my cock, showing it off.

It's nice and big, isn't it?

He told Euroboy, right before he dove down and swallowed me whole.

The sudden wet heat of his mouth on my foreskin and head felt incredible.

At the same time, Euroboy grabbed my chin, pulled me in, started kissing me deep.

The faint taste of cigarettes, tongue, and pushing me in like he was trying to fuck my mouth.

I kissed him back hard while G bobbed on my dick.

When G came up for air, Euroboy's hand instantly replaced his mouth.

G moved up to my dick and nibbled my nipples while I found both of their cocks of my

hands.

G's curved under six inches and Euroboy's long, uncut, seven plus inch staff.

I was in heaven, getting worshiped from both sides.

Then Euroboy slid down between my legs, locked his lips around my swollen cockhead, and

started sucking like he was starving, and I couldn't hold back.

I shoved my, I grabbed the back of his head, shoved my cock down his throat, and then

loaded hard, pulsed after pulse straight into him.

He gagged, resisted for a second, then relaxed and swallowed every drop like a good boy,

licking up anything that escaped.

Right around when G grown lonely and started coming, all over my fist, thick white ropes

coating my hand while I kept pumping him through it.

We all caught our breath, Euroboy straddled my leg looking at me while his satisfied smile.

I noticed he shot his own load all over his hand.

I wanted a taste, so I grabbed his wrist and sucked his cum covered fingers clean.

He looked surprised and really happy as I licked every bit off.

I hadn't planned on staying long, so I started getting dressed.

Euroboy disappeared into the bathroom while G and I chatted.

A couple texts came in and I realized I had to run.

I stepped out into the bright sunlight, still buzzing with how good both of their cocks

built in my hands, and how Euroboy had taken my load.

I'd only made it one block when I heard, hey, behind me.

I turned around and there was Euroboy running after me, panting.

When he caught up, he leaned in and kissed me right on the lips.

You're totally my type, he said, breathing hard.

Can I get your number?

I wasn't expecting that sweet ending to a random motel threesome, but yeah, we swapped

numbers, and yes, we ended up meeting again.

Your Friday load thief.

I think if, you know, I mean, there's nothing like a quick hotel hookup if you're going

to have some fun.

And questions for all of you that are listening.

Have you ever been surprised by an extra person showing up what you thought would be a one-on-one

hookup?

And did you stay or run?

And what's the hottest unexpected third experience you've had planned or not?

And would you chase someone down the street after a hot session to ask for their number?

Or do you prefer keeping it strictly anonymous?

I think I would chase somebody to get their attention, but I would prefer to be chased.

Ooh, that was a heavy-handed, come-soaked session.

We had so many confessions that prove how deliciously twisted sex can get, from turning

a rude, too much bikini comment, until a full, petty revenge sex.

On a video blackmail on the beach, to a secret, ongoing ritual where the guy lets his

girlfriend's best friend lick her own bestie's juices off his cock every single cut time.

To a post-partum hot wife letting a stranger's bare cock slip inside her on a public beach

while her husband photographs every second.

What can we learn?

Sometimes the hottest sex comes from spite and revenge.

Sometimes the ultimate thrill is the ultimate betrayal run under your partner's nose.

And sometimes the most intense moments happens right on that razor's edge, where you're

so close to losing control, you can taste it, but you still pull back barely.

Bottom line.

Lean into your slutty side and your own your desires and never underestimate how filthy

a little risk or a little revenge can make things.

Just remember consent, communication and protection still matter even when the hill, heat is blinding.

And now it's time for your riddle.

Just a reminder, most people love having me in their mouth first thing in the morning

and last thing at night.

And they leave you feeling refreshed.

What am I?

A toothbrush.

What do you think it was?

It's time for our naughty tuck-in.

Oh God, the Lord Bill rang at seven on Easter Sunday and my whole body started humming.

I stood on the porch in my pink satin bunny ears, the little white bodysuit painted like

on second skin, my nipple stiff and dark against the thin fabric, the fluffy puffed ball

tail, clipped right above my ass, tickled every time I breathed.

But the real reason my knees felt weak was the thick, pastel pink, glass egg buried deep

inside me since this morning.

It had been with me through church, through Darryl's mother's endless dinner, through

this every single bump on the car on the way there.

Every shift in my hips made it pressed against that delicious spot, keeping me soaked and

aching.

Oh, wait, you're not a Patreon member yet.

If you were, you would get this episode at free.

Plus, up to full ten minutes, delicious tuck-in audio, or my soft voice whispers, all the

filthy things you've been dying to hear at night.

Just imagine me tucking you in like that.

And that's just one of the perks.

So tell me, you're gonna slip behind the velvet rope with me, or keep missing out.

Go on over to patreon.com, pour it slash tyrniki, for more details, the link is in the

show notes.

Well, thank you for riding along with me tonight on Niki After Dark.

If you have a confession that's even filter the knees, send it my way, you know how to

do it.

It's Niki at NIKKY, at tyrniki.com, or anonymously through the website at tyrniki.com into the Confessions

tab.

Again, you can always join us over on the Discord channel Monday through Saturday at 8 p.m.

Central Standard Time Monday through Saturday.

And until next time, stay safe, stay horny, you beautiful, beautiful sexy people.

Good night.