New Year's Special

pure fire coming out today. A devoted wife whose husband's handed her a hall pass when his body couldn't keep up. And the forbidden weekend of her girlfriend's twenty year old son that still makes her soaker sheets six years later. A couple celebrating their twenty fifth anniversary and fucket who stumbled into a roadside bar. Maddie, a sexy ex pat couple and discovered compleetly by accident. That's swinging and squirting

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minds like yourself. Connect with us on social media Twitter, Instagram, and Facebook and stay up to date and be part of our vibrant community. Also check out our partnership pages for exclusive discounts and learn about the amazing businesses I work with before we dive in. I've got a question from a listener who wrote in this week. Hey, Nikki, my wife and I have been together twelve years. Lately we've been fantasizing about her sleeping with another man while

I watch or wait for details afterwards. We're both excited by the idea, but nervous about actually taking the first step. How do we find someone safe, respectful, and actually attractive? Apps feel scary, bars feel random. Any advice from you or your listeners on how to dip the toe in without regretting it? I know that I actually get this question a lot actually, and I always say in this case,

it's always better in numbers. So go to a local munch, a meet and greet somewhere where there's other things going on. I met was at a party once with a group, and he was telling me how he gets newbies involved as like the bowling alley thing that they actually show they do other things besides just flirt and slap, so it would be a nice feeling. And there are apps out there, but I've actually found it better for like in groups, like you can like if you know someone

that sometimes we start over. Sometimes in Facebook our app stages or Twitter, Instagram, not really Instagram, but Twitter and Facebook. There are groups out there that are in the local area or that you can just get out. And I know on Facebook you can ask anonymously. I'm part of some groups and I've seen tons of anonymous questions go in and you can hear all kinds of voices, which

is great. And actually going to an event, you know, and you guys know, I've been to event plans this year yet, but I've been to plenty of meet and greets to know that even me being not a swinger, being able to talk to those people and just hear the stories. I think that's a good way to start, you know, because then you'll know if you guys are ready or you're just dipping your toe into it without you know, any major damage done or could damage be. I should say, it's kind of like trying food for

the first time. You take a little bit to try, and then if you want more, you go for more, and if you're not ready, maybe you just do a little more. You know, you're just kind of yeah, maybe I need to have that again, or you know, or clone or perfume anything like that. Right, So I suggest instead of just jumping and plunging into the deep end and being completely nervous and in just not working, I suggest you go out and find some like minded people

like yourself and see where it goes. You don't have to do anything at these events, but it's nice to connect to other couples and it meets some friends or even just like minded people, and you'll hear their ups and downs. But that's where I would take this and now, because it's become a tradition on the show, or at least stay staple. Here's your New Year's Eve, dirty sounding redtal listen close I'm long and hard when I'm young,

but I soften with age and repeated use. You grip me tight in your hand, slim me back and forth until I spit. I leave a dark mark wherever I go. Sometimes wives hand me to strangers so they can sign their name on their skin for their husbands to see later. When am I think about it, I'll give you the answer at the end of the show. And yes, it's clean well coming for me mostly to night. We're kicking off with a classic hot wife tale that's been running

for years. A traveling life, a simple rule, a phone call, a sharpie, and a husband at home losing his mind in the very best way. So light those candles, pour something strong, and let's ring in twenty twenty six, the Dear Niggie Way, unfiltered, unashamed, and unbelievably turned on. So sit back, relax, have some whisky with some filthy cherries, of course, and let's explore those erotic fantasies from people

just like you and me, Dear Nigie. I've been a quiet listener for years, always tuning in late at night when the house is asleep. Your show has made me feel less alone in some of my secret thoughts. So to night, on Decemmer twenty ninth, twenty twenty five, I decided to finally ride in and confess something I've never told a single soul, not my girl friend's, not even my husband, in full detail. This happened back in twenty nineteen, and it's still the hottest, most forbidden memory I carry.

I was thirty eight then married eighteen years to a wonderful man of six years older than me. We had two great kids, a solid life, and I loved him deeply, still do more than ever. But around the time he turned forty three, his body started betraying him. D crept in and no matter what we tried, sex became rare and well unsatisfying For me. I'd hit my sexual prime, and I was aching for the kind of deep, hard

fucking that I hadn't felt in years. One night, I sat him down, tears in my eyes and told him how frustrated I was. I expected anger or hurt, but he just held me and said, you deserve pleasure. If I gave you a hale pass, just once or as many times as you need, would you still come home to me? Would you still be mine? I cried harder, told him that I'd never leave him and that he was my heart. He kissed my forehead and said, then go find what you need, baby, I want you to

be happy. That night, he went to sleep early, and I stayed up, mind racing. Where would I even find some one? I didn't want apps or bars, too risky. I ended up on my phone scrolling porn to take the edge off. One video stopped me cold. Young guys fuck older women hardcore. Watching that strong, eager, twenty something pound a curvy woman my age senseless, I came harder than I had in years. Right then I knew I

wanted a younger man. I wanted that energy, that stamina, that big hard cock that would rack me in the way. It took me five months before the opportunity knocked. Mid July, I was at my girlfriend's Lisa's house for wine and mom talk with a few friends. Lisa got a gorgeous pole, but the only one working bathroom inside. The other was being remodeled. Nature called, but one of the girls got hit with a stomach bug and camped in there. Lisa

told me to use the pool house bathroom. I had it out back and noticed the pool water still rippling, like someone had just climbed out, but I didn't think much of it. I opened the poolhouse bathroom door fast, too fast, and there he was Lisa's twenty year old son, Andrew, fresh from a swim, completely naked, toweling off. My eyes went straight to his clock, even solved. It was hung long and thick, heavier than anything I had ever seen. I stared for a solid three seconds before slamming the

door shut, muttering sorry. He opened a crack, smiling and said it's okay, Miss Shelley Eipede, who went back to wine and acted normal. But that image burned into my brain. My husband was out of town that night, and I laid in bed replaying it. Andrew young heavy cock, the way it swayed. I touched myself until I soaked the sheets, whispering his name, even though I knew it was wrong. He was my friend's son. The next day, I messaged him on Facebook, just casual at first. We talked for weeks.

He promised not to tell his mom. Then he confessed he been crushing on me since he was younger. He jerked off watching me swim with his mom, loving my thick legs, big double d tips, and my soft tummy. The way my swimsuit hugged my fat ass. He said, he adored every curve of my full blown mom bod. I was floored and instantly wet. I asked what we should do about it? He said, invite me over the

next time your husband's away. I checked the calendar, saw an upcoming business trip, and invited him for a whole weekend. I couldn't believe the words coming out of my mouth. The weekend arrived, Andrew showed up with an overnight bag like it was the most normal thing I cooked for him. We talked, laughed, night fell He showered, then walked in in just boxers, his bug cock pushing against the fabric out in the mouth watering bulge. He caught me staring

and grinned everything. Okay, miss Shelley, mind if I walk around like this? I told him he could walk around naked if he wanted. I showered, but on tiny shorts that let my ass cheeks peek out in a thin tank that hugged my brawlis tits. We watched a movie he picked one I loved, then started rubbing my feet with those strong young hands When it ended, he looked me dead in the eye and said, how don't we go upstairs, miss Shelley. I took his hand and led

him to the bedroom I share with my husband. He looked at her king bed and said, so this is where you sleep with your husband, but when I'm here, this is where I fuck you. My pussy flooded. He laid me down, kissed me slow, indeed, and told me he dreamed of this for years. His fingers slipped into my panties. God, you're so tight, I laughed. My husband's on the smaller side. Nothing like what I saw in the pool house. He grinned and said, then you never

had a really big dick. I whispered, not yet. He stripped me, slow, worshiped my heavy tits, sucked on my nipples until I was squirming. Then he flipped me on to my stomach, pulled up my hips, arched my back, and buried his face between my cheeks. He lit my pussy deep, then, without asking, spread me and tucked my ass. I never felt anything like it, I moaned into the pillow like a teenager. I turned over and pulled out that gorgeous cock, thick, long, rock hard and gave him

the sloppiest, most eager blow job of my life. I could barely fit half, but I worked him until he was groaning. Then he spooned me from hind, slid in bare, and stretched me wide, every vein every ridge. I felt it all. His hip slammed against my ass, powerful or lineless. His hand squeezed my tits, and the other slid down in first time. Other pushed a finger in my ass while he fucked me. I came hard, clinching around him, and seconds later he throbbed and exploded, pumping rope after

rope deep inside me. I felt every pulse. And that was just round one. He fucked me five times on Saturday alone, harder and dirtier each time, Missionary doggy me, riding him until my thighs burned, my mouth, my ass. Yes, he took that too, slow and careful, until I begged for more. By Sunday night, every hole was sore, claimed dripping with him. I'd never been used so thoroughly. He lest. Sunday evening, we hugg good by like nothing wild had happened.

I've never had him again. Just that one secret weekend, my husband came home. I greeted him with fresh sheets and a huge smile, and our marriage stayed rock solid. He never asked for details, just help me tighter, knowing I was satisfied. Nikki. I know most stories have the husband watching, but mine was sollow and it was a perfect that way. I got the young and hung lover I craved kept the man I love and carry the filthiest, sweetest memories that still make me wet six years later.

Ladies in open minded husbands, if you're in your prime and your partner can't quite keep up, talk really talk, you might be surprised how much love can stretch. Thanks for letting me finally say it out loud. Call me, Miss Shelley. If you read this, you're devoted listener, a very grateful and still very married wife. Well, hello, Miss Shelley, how are you? Something like this is very big, and I agree with you, Miss Shelley, to talk, really talk.

It's not meant for everybody. It can get messy and complicated, and I hate to bring the world, real world into if I can talk today, but it is what it is. It can and it can take time for that decision to be made. I'm glad you took yours. You just kind of kind of just fell into your lap. I mean, not many ov of us get to open and pool house doores to find a sexy tell me something year

old stud or stud out there. Yeah, so here's my question. Now, even still very very long ago, are you still masturbating to it? And did you ever tell the full details? Did your husband? I mean, did he ever ask questions or does he like maybe? I mean, even though it's a it sounds like it's a set unset thing. And I'm wondering if he gets off to it in some way when he can get the juices flowing in his own time. I wondered if that drives it a bit. And you know that, Miss Shelley, you're in the studs

spank bank. Even to this day, I can guarantee you are. He's probably maybe even called a fun sex line and told someone all about it. Those calls were quite frequent in my day on the line. So yeah, I do think that it you're still in his bank bank. Ladies and gents, if you had a home pass right, we're in open relationship and you were at somebody's house and the door just fell open or you stumbled into the

wrong room or whatever the situation is. Wud you. Yeah, I don't know if he would be younger in my story, but we all know what happens here, right, It's the yes for me. If he's silver Fox, that is dear nigh happy news. I'm sitting here with a glass of Champaigne reflecting on the wildest New Year's memory of my wife than I had ever had. It actually happened a few years ago, right around the corner from New Year's our twenty fifth wedding anniversary trip to Thailand in late December.

We planned it as a once in a lifetime celebration island hop it around Fucket, and it turned into something we never expected. We're both in our early fifties now. Jane and I have always had a great sex life, but in twenty five years we'd never been with anyone else, not once. We weren't looking for anything crazy. We just wanted sun, sea and each other. One night we ended up in a small expat town on the east coast of Fucket. We wandered into the roadside beer bar, newish place,

no bar, girls, just locals foreigners having drinks. There was even a dance ball in the middle of nobody was using. As the night got later, people started drifting away, and this attractive couple came over to introduce themselves, Nick and Tracy. They were maybe late forties, fit, tanned, super friendly, and had moved out to fuck it full time a couple of years earlier. We chatted near the front of the bar. Tracy was flirty in that fun, harmless way, and Nick

was easy going. Eventually, Nick wandered down to a quieter end of the bar, still in sight. Jane got a little bored with my deep conversation about expat life, so we went over to talk about him. About twenty minutes later, I glanced across the room and saw Jane standing close to Nick, shifting her weight, kind of squirming. If I didn't know better, I'd have sworn he'd put his hand up her skirt. I caught her eye and smiled. She looked flushed, but didn't pull away. Then Tracy announced she

needed the bathroom and headed around back. Jane rushed over to me, eyes wide, whispering, they's swingers and yes, he was fingering me right there at the ball. I nodded toward the bathroom and said, go talk to Tracy. My heart was pounding. I walked back there just as Tracy came out. I stopped her told her what Jane said. She smiled and didn't deny it, and asked if we'd ever played with another couple. Instead of answering with words,

I leaned in and kissed her. She kissed back hard, grabbing my hand and pushed it straight down the front of her shorts. No panties. She was already soaked. I slid a finger along her lips, than inside, whose shoe was warm, dripping already. We heard footsteps and jumped apart, straightening clothes, just in time. It was only Jane, Thank god. The three of us had a quick, exciting whisper chat. Tracy asked if we wanted to come back to their apartment.

We looked at each other, hearts racing, and said yes. Half hour later we were back in their place. The bedroom was small, cozy. Nick didn't waste time. He had Jane on the bed in minutes, skirts up, nickers off, fingers working her again, and I took it slower, with Tracy and dressing her piece by piece, Her doing the same to me, stropped her knees and took me deep into her mouth, hot wet, taking almost my full length. I thought I was going to lose it right there.

I glanced over and saw Nick had Jane's legs spread wide, fingering her hard. Suddenly she started squirting. Fluid sprang everywhere, soaking his hand and the sheets. Jane's escort her when she's really turned on, but I rarely seen it that intense. I couldn't wait any longer. I lifted Tracy, bent her over the edge of the bed right next to them, sprat her legs, ran my fingers through her soak pussy, then slid inside her in one slow push. She gasped outloud.

We were both facing Jane and Nick, watching them while I started thrusting deep. Tracy's moans got louder and louder, until she came hard, squirting all over my cock and thighs, warm fluid running down both of us. That pushed me over the edge. I pumped faster her, then buried myself deep and unloaded inside her, coming harder than I ye had in years. We collapsed together, my cock still inside her, her pussy pulsing. I kept rubbing her clip and she

squirted again, gushing over my hand. Meanwhile, poor Nick had too much alcohol, couldn't get hard at all. Jane was frustrated. She really wanted to feel a new clock inside her. That night, they finished with just hands. We all dressed and set our warm goodbyes and headed back to our hotel. On the walk home, Jan and I couldn't stop laughing and talking about how surreal it was. The second our hotel room clicked shut, I threw her on the bed, yanked her nickers off, and slid into her. She was

still swollen and wet from everything. We fucked like teenagers were claiming each other, both buzzing from the night Nikki. We went into that trip a complete blea monogamous couple celebrating twenty five years. We came out having shared our first and so far only experience with another couple. Totally spontaneous, totally consensual, totally hot. It didn't hurt us. If anything, it brought us closer. We still talk about it when

we want to get each other worked up. Tracy and Nick became a sexy secret memory we carry into every new year. So here's to twenty twenty six, maybe full of surprises, trust and pleasure for everyone listening thanks for giving us a safe place to confess. Nikki, Happy New Year. You're a longtime listener, a very satisfied and still married man. Well, hello, very satisfied. How are we before we because I have questions? But you should know that not all countries allow swinging

or experimenting outside your marital conviction. So please, if we we are going to go to countries, make sure we rate up on the sex laws before we go. Don't quote me, and I could be wrong. I heard it from another podcast that travel the world doing these things, and I think that's one of the countries, but I could be wrong. So again, if we are going to travel to some of these Asian exotic areas, please read

the rules. Their prisons are not as cozy as ours, and ours aren't somewhere I want to have a day beach vacation at so do that because I really don't want to lease you guys as a listener. I don't know if to let you listen to me in prison, and do you want to listen to me in prison? I don't know. That's a place. I don't know if you're listening to me in prison, let me know. I really do want to know okay, I have so many questions. You know, you got to talk. I guess you know.

It's it's it's interesting to me how couples will have that look, that look of what's the word I'm looking for her trust? But it's a non verbal okay, And you do get that with any kind of relationship, even be friendship, you know over the years where you do all you have to do is look and no, yeah, and you're like, yeah, they're okay with this. If you got nonverbal Q, would you go for it? I don't

know if I would the first time I am. I am one of those that kind of have to be reassured, especially if we have never talked about it, and I you know, I would have to have the yeah, go for it, you know, but I think I but we have, so I think I would know that non verbal QUE. Have you ever been in a bar ladies and been fingered? I haven't and I've never been to fuck it. I hope I pronounced that town right, I really did. If not,

fuck it, I'm sorry I had to. Yeah. If you go to a bar got fingered while your partner flirted with their partner, I want to know, and would you do it. I'm on the fence on this one because it was really hot and I want to say us so. I don't know, I would have to be there in the moment, but yeah, probably us. Dear Nikki, Happy almost Nars. I'm sitting in a quiet house. My wife is taking a nap after last night's late celebration. The holidays have

me feeling reflective. I figured there's no better time than right now, right at the edge of a brand new year, to finally confess what happened the weekend before last. It is the wildest, most unexpected thing that's ever happened in our eight year marriage, and honestly, neither of us have ever been with anyone else before that night. My wife, Emily is twenty nine, tiny, five one, one hundred and eighteen pounds, shoulder lings, brown hair, my kind of natural

beauty that turns heads without trying. I'm thirty eight and my best friend since high school. J J is also thirty eight. We've known each other forever. Emily met him and his ex wife through me back when we were dating. JJ moved out of state years ago, but he still comes through town on business every now and then and crashes at our place for the weekend. He's always been respectful, never cross the line, but he's never hidden how attractive

he finds Emily. Over the years, he's told me things like, man, you're so fucking lucky, or I can't even imagine what it'd be like to have someone as hot as your wife. I've caught him looking, especially when she's in tight jeans or yoga pants, but it's always just appreciation, never creepy. He went through a brutal divorce last year and we hadn't seen him since. He still wears his wedding ring even though it's over. That's the back story. He rolled

into town on the weekend before last. His birthday was that Saturday. We gave him the guest room as usual. Friday night, we went out to dinner, had drinks. Emily drove sticking the two glasses like always back home, JAJ and I kept drinking and talking. I teased him out his birthday present, a nice engraved knife we'd actually bought him. He laughed and then pretty drunk blurted out, oh, I don't know, maybe a night with your hot wife. We

all cracked off. He waved it off and said, can't blame mcgrant ie from dreaming and then stumbled off to bed. The next afternoon, we gave him the knife and the cake. He loved both hugged his tight. He had a business to handle that afternoon, so he left for a few hours. While I was gone, Emily and I started joking about what he said the night before. I half jokingly said it'd be hilarious to brank him, pretend she's going to

give him herself for his birthday. She laughed, but then said it'd be cruel to tease a guy who had been through so much. I agreed. Then maybe ten minutes later, she got quiet and said, what if we did it for real? I froze, Are you kidding? She shrugged, cheek's pink. I mean, he's been through a hell of a divorce and I've always thought he was really good looking. What

do you think? At first? I said no way, but the idea warmed its O Hayenne, the thought of seeing j J's face when she walked in, the shock, and yeah, if I'm honest, the twisted thrill of giving her to him for one night. We talked it through carefully, and she said she'd only do it if I was one hundred percent. Okay, we agreed. Once it started, she had to finish. No bailing Cottamn talk made me tense, but she hates them. J J hasn't dated since the divorced.

We figured he's clean, sattin, she's on the pill. I swallowed hard and said, okay, no condom. That night, he came back around seven eight with us, and then said he was hitting the gem. While he was gone, Emily took a long bath, shaved everything smooth, did her hair and a little make up, and waited our bedroom in a robe. JJ got back at nine, showered, came downstairs and boxers. We talked a bit. He asked where Emily was. I said she had essential baths and gone to bed early.

He grinned, tut'res so lucky. Round ten. I said good night, and he added to his guest room. Our salt lamp in there gives just enough warm light to see silhouettes. I went to get Emily. She dropped her nightgown, stood naked for a second, then slipped on the robe. I asked one last time she was sure. She nodded. I warned her. J J had always bragged about big nine inches and I had seen it in the locker room. He wasn't lying. She laughed nervously, took a sip of water,

and said, okay, let's go. I walked her down the hall. She hung a back a step. I knocked, Hey, j j Yeah, come in. I stepped inside. Emily has one more birthday present for you. She walked in, stood in front of him. He was sitting on the bed. Untied the belt and let the rope fall. She was completely bare. Jejay's jaw dropped. He looked at me, then at her, and me again. No way, you guys are fucking with me.

Quit messing around. She didn't say a word. Jes pushed him back on the bed and yanked his boxers off. He was already raw, hard, honestly nine inches thick. I fumbled my phone on to the dresser, propped it against the vase, and hit record. She climbed on, kissing him, sliding down on to him slowly. I asked, believe it now. He couldn't really talk any more. He just moaned. She wrote him the whole time, maybe thirty minutes. He came inside her three times. Her moans were raw, real, nothing

but porn. I couldn't handle it. I stepped out of the room maybe ten seconds in, and then again a couple more times. It was overwhelming to hear her like that, so into it. Near the end, I came back in. Right after I walked through the door, he came in her again. You could hear it in her gasp. When it was over, she climbed off, seeming running down her legs all the way to her feet. I've never seen anything like that. She looked back to him, smiled softly,

and said, Happy birthday. Jay. I met her in the hall. She was shaky, exhausted. We went to a room, she showered, and we crashed. She promised we'd have our time in a few days when she's recovered. The next morning, we all acted Norman breakfast, so I'll talk. He leapt early for his drive home. It was surreal, Nikky. We've been faithful to each other for eight years. Neither of us had ever been with anyone else. This just happened. It wasn't planned for months. He came out of one drunken

joke and moment of boldness. I'm still processing it. Jealousy, arousal, pride, all mixed together. Emily says she's glad we did it, that it felt good to make Ja Jay feel wanted after everything he'd been through. She also said the size difference, She's tiny, he's six four, two hundred and fifty was an wasn't intense in a way she didn't expect. I kept a short clip, mostly because the phone got knocked over, and mostly it's in the dark. But what was there

is real. I don't know if I'll ever show anyone, but having it feels like proof that it actually happened. We're heading into a new year closer than ever. I think, a little more open, a little more honest about what turns us on. I don't know if we'll do it again, maybe with j J, maybe not. But I'm grateful we trusted each other enough to try. Thanks for being a place I can confess this without judgment. If you read it on air, just call me the birthday Gifter, wishing

you and everyone listening awhile safe and sexy. Twenty twenty six. You're a fan and a very surprised husband, the birthday Gifter. I almost called you grifter. I had to. I had recorded that a couple of times cause I stoled. I'm wondering if this does open a new chap. Sometimes when we try stuff and it really this big, it might take us a minute to step back and reflect. And I think everybody should do that when they take a big step on anything, step back reflect? Is it good

as bad? You know kind of thing? I can honestly see it developing into something once every time Jay or JJ we're calling him here comes in down, I mean, especially his birthday. Maybe he can be a thing until he finds someone else or when he's ready to step the flood out if he ever is into the dating scene. I mean, why not, right, could you if you had a friend that had been through a bunch of bullshit, step that course and take that chance with them. I'm pausing. Ah,

I want to say yes, but I don't know. It dependent on the friend. I don't know. If I'm that much of a giver. I don't know. Yeah, I don't know. I don't know on this one. I'll be honest. It's sexy as hell and I would like to see us, but I don't know. Kind of selfish, I'll be completely honest, a little selfish. What do you guys think? Really want

to know? Dear Nikki, I've been listening to your show for years, always in the dark with headphones on so my wife doesn't hear me laughing or getting turned on by what they say. Tonight, I finally worked up the courage to ride in because what we do feels so filthy and perfect that I have to tell someone who'll understand. I need to confess the whole thing, start to finish, just because thinking about typing it out loud makes me

hard again. My wife, Lauren thirty eight, gorgeous in that effortless way, long, all burn hair, green eyes, the kind of curves that make men stare at in the airport lounges. Her job has her on the road two sometimes three weeks a month. For years, she'd call and tell me these sterile hotel rooms, complaining how lonely and boring it all was. I try to be supportive, send her dirty text have phone sex whatever I could from three states away.

But one night, and then marry out outside Philly. After a third glass of wine on FaceTime, she sighed and said, I just wish something exciting. What happened for once, I don't know if it was the bourbon in my hand or the months of pent up fantasies finally spilling over. But I heard myself say it. Then make something happen, baby, Pick someone up, bring them back to your room, and just have them call me first. She laughed, thinking I was kidding. I wasn't. I told her the rule right

then and there. Whoever it is, man, woman, doesn't matter, has to call me and ask permission to fuck my wife. And to prove they're really standing there with her, they have to tell me what color the panty she's wearing. And if they get it right, or if they say she's not wearing any because she already took them off for them, I'd say yes enthusias astically. The first time it happened, Nikki, I thought I was going to have

a heart attack. She texted me from a hotel bar in Denver, mad a guy, navy suit, a wedding ring, tan line, voice like smoke, taking him upstairs, phones on the night stand. Wait for it. Twenty three agonizing minutes later, my phone rang, I'm no number Colorado, airy code. A man's voice, calm, a little amused. Hey man, this is Jake. I'm here with Lauren. She said, I have to ask you something. Go ahead, May I fuck your wife. I could hear her giggling in the background, rusself clothes. My

mouth went dry. What color are her panties? Jake? A pause, then Laurence muffled laugh, an unmistakable sound of a zeppr. Hold on, he said, they're black lace. No, wait, she's pulling them down now. I guess she's not wearing any for long. I told him, yes, I told him to enjoy her. I told him to make her scram And then I sat on the edge of the bed of our home, stroking myself raw while I waited for her to call me back and tell me every detail That

was two years ago. It happened twenty nine times since I keep count. Sometimes it's a salesman who looks like he hasn't been touched in months. Sometimes it's a woman wants a stunning flight attendant who FaceTime me so I could watch while Lauren went down on her. Sometimes they're bold and tell me what color ride away red thong. Sometimes that delicious pause where I know fingers are sliding into her dress, peeling the lace down her thighs while

I wait on the line. But my favorite part, the part that still makes me lose my mind, is what comes later. Lauren started this thing where she hands them a black sharpie and tells them to sign her ass like a yearbook, something I can show my husband when I get home. Most of them love it. They write their name or a dirty message, or just a phone number across one cheek. One cry I drew a little heart with an arrow through it. Another wrote thank you

for sharing in perfect cursive. She flies home wearing yoga pants or her skirts so nothing smudges. The moment we're alone in the bedroom, she'll turn around, slide whatever she's wearing down just enough, and there it is fresh ink on that perfect ass. I've kissed a thousand times now claim by someone else. For a night, I trace the letters of my tongue while she tells me how it happened. And the best part, sharpy last four to five days,

no matter how hard she scrubs. So every night when we go to bed, I roll over, spread her open and read someone else's name while I slide into her. Each night she remembers a little more, how Biggie was, how she came twice, how the woman tasted like strawberries and tequila. That limbo between permission calls and her following up call is the purest high I've ever known. Nikki, I pace, I edge, I imagine everything when my phone

finds only buzz as it's her whispering baby. You're not gonna believe when he just said to me, I almost come without touching myself. We're closer now than ever.

Thanks for letting me get this off my chest, Nikki, I've been listening for you to read it. Headphones on light's off hand already where it shouldn't be. A fan forever, A very happy husband in the Midwest. Well, hello Midwest, how are we? I like the sharpie thing that is very kinky? Look at you guys, thinking outside the box. I wouldn't have thought of that. That's a very interesting twist.

I like it though, I like, you know, the provision thing is kind of hot, but that sharpie thing has a going I mean, because that's like a permanent seal, you know. I mean, yeah, I wouldn't have thought of it. I'm I'm just amazed how creative you guys can be. But you guys, if you guys have hall passes and you play outside, like when you're traveling or whatever, would you do the sharpy thing? You know, I mean, like in a place that it's not gonna be seen my

public just you know, privately, would you do it? I guess you wouldn't be able to wear a thong to the beach. Then that would be kind of hot though too. Hmm.

is hot. Well, you guys, what a way to end the air, right, from secret weekends with a bidden fruit, to a spontaneous swinging in paradise, to birthday guess no One's all coming, and a hot wife lifestyle that keeps getting harder. If you've trusted me this year with your secrets, with your confessions, with stories, I want to thank you.

And as the clock towards towards midnight on New Year's Eve, I hope everyone of you finds exactly the kind of pleasure you're craving, whether it's with the love of your life, a brand new stranger, or your own wicked imagination. Be safe, be kind, be shameless, and I'll see you in twenty twenty six. Oh and the answer to tonight's rental a Sherby marker. I had no clue. Well, I knew the answer, but here's the thing. Had nothing to do with that story.

your name nice and slow across my ass. Maybe I had a little dirty message for good measure, So tomorrow night, when I'm home from travel, you can trace every letter with your tongue while you slide deep inside me, and we'll claim what's all, always and always will be yours. What do you think I really want to know? And until next time or next year, ladies and gentlemen, have a fucking happy New Year.