Thepinkfox9 - Play The Pink Panther Song

My neighbor’s 19 year old daughter always needs a ride somewhere. My husband offers whenever he’s home. It seems like he takes way more time doing it than me.

So many girls on Tik Tok complaining about their boyfriends watching porn or getting off to other girls next to them while they sleep, like it’s not the hottest and most degrading thing ever.

Like imagine you wake up in the middle of the night, it’s dark and all you can hear is him panting behind you and the wet sounds of him stroking his dick. You think maybe he didn’t wanna wake you, but you turn over and he’s got his phone in one hand, his eyes glued to it, while his other beats his dick.

Maybe he’s watching porn of women who look nothing like you, or maybe he’s looking at one of your pretty girl friend’s social media pages. Maybe it’s the one you’re secretly insecure about and envious of, the one you’ve vented about to him. When did he start following her, you wonder?

It’s so humiliating and disrespectful. He’d rather get off to another girl, a prettier girl, than bother waking you up, or even using you in your sleep. You don’t turn him on, you can’t keep him hard.

Maybe you confront him, but instead of him being remorseful or surprised he’s been caught, he yanks you by your hair down to his lap and tells you to suck on his balls and rim his ass while he continues jerking himself off to other women.

Your heart hurts, you wonder when he became so cold hearted and mean, but you don’t resist. You do as he says and service him all while he brainwashes you into loving it. He tells you he deserves to feel good, he deserves to admire other girls when he wants, it’s natural. So what are you upset about? He’s letting you worship him still, so it’s not like he’s completely neglecting you. His dick might be hard because of another girl, but you’re the one getting to suck his balls and service him with your mouth.

So stop complaining. Learn to love it, accept it.

if i do my makeup n get all dolled up and pretty for u n u don’t spit n piss n cum on my face im assuming u don’t love me

Confession:

Edging to the instas of hotter women that’ve liked his pics or that follow him and imagining them together just hits different 😳🙈🤍

It’s pics like this your husband wants when you go shopping.

she deserves a reblog

This but spit in my mouth too! 🫦

❤️Girls kissing girls 💋 It's my thing! 😘

I belong to you

I’m laying in bed when I hear hubby come home. He’s been out late often over the past few weeks. I’m expecting him to come in, undress and go to bed like he has been, but I hear him laugh and a cute feminine giggle. My heart starts to race and I sit up in bed looking towards the bedroom door. I think I’m just hearing his phone or something but as the whispers continue slowly down the hall I realize I’m mistaken. I also realize as I start breathing faster, my stomach drops, and my pussy muscles clench that my husband has come home and has a girl with him. I listen to the footsteps stop and the a soft but firm thud against the wall. I’m frozen as I sit there, I hear my husband say “you’re so fucking sexy, I can’t get enough of you.” There’s a short tinkling giggle before sounds of kissing and heavy breathing. My pulse is racing at this point and my mind is spinning and my pussy is already drenched but the hot angry jealousy is boiling under my skin, I’m so excited though. The kissing stops and cutesy voice says “I want your cock so bad.” That’s weird the voice of the girl is slightly familiar. My husband chuckles and there are footsteps again. I blink repeatedly as the light of the bedroom is flicked on, dazed a bit I gasp looking between my husband and the pretty young brunette he’s holding by the waist. “Babe? Felicia?” I’m genuinely surprised as I recognize her. I try to wet my lips but my mouth has gone dry with complete jealousy and arousal. Felicia is my new coworker that started about two months ago. She’s petite and beautiful, not to mention 10 years younger than me and my husband. She’s a bit of a mean girl and I have to admit I’ve been turned on by her since I met her and the more she made unnecessary mean remarks to me and under her breath about me the hotter she got. With my thoughts racing over the 5 seconds they got into the room I concluded they had probably met at Alex’s bbq that I couldn’t go to a few weeks ago. Alex is my husbands friend and another coworker of mine. Had they been hooking up this whole time. I was angry but turned on hoping she was bullying me and fucking my husband this whole time. Felicia’s face scrunched up in a sneer, “I forgot fugly might be here.” My eyes grew wide but my pussy pulsed from her words. “Yeah, sorry about that, I forgot I was so focused on you,” my husband smiled at her. She was smugly satisfied by his answer. “We can forget the fugly bitch. You want to go to the spare room instead?” He looks her up and down hungrily. I’m hurt and horny from his words too stunned to speak, I’m just hoping they’ll stay at the house so I’ll be able to hear them. Felicia laughs loudly and runs her hand down his front, “you’re so funny but you really shouldn’t have farm animals in your bed, I want to sleep in your bed tonight.” “You heard the lady get the fuck out the bed piggy,” my husband shoos his hand at me. I’m bursting at the seams from humiliation and my pussy is soaking wet from their insults. She slips off her dress to prove a point then leans down condescendingly. “You heard him little piggy get on the floor where you belong.” Humiliated even further I stand up off the bed and start towards the door. “Oh no, farm animals don’t walk like that, on all four bitch,” she smiles and points to the floor. I immediately obey, slick dripping between my thighs. “That’s a good doggy,” my husband laughs. I go to crawl by them and Felicia spits in my hair right at the apex of my forehead. “Stupid bitch dogs sleep at the foot of the bed, watch your husband fuck me.” I felt so degraded, I couldn’t remember the last time I was so turned on though. I eagerly obeyed her and sat on the floor at the foot of my marital bed. Both of them spit on my face and in my hair several times as they fucked on the bed in front of me. I edged and soaked the floor as they continued to call me a piggy, fat cow, and loose bitch.

the first time

Where we live in the country, there are coffee stands on nearly every corner. In some counties, there are even coffee stands that offer a little something extra with your coffee. Im not sure why they’re called bikini baristas. Ive never seen a girl in a bikini. In fact, I’ve only ever seen them wear lingerie, electrical tape with a thong, or stripper outfits to be honest.

Keeping this in mind, I suggested to my husband during a particularly fun conversation that perhaps he should go down there, order a coffee, flirt a bit, and see how things go. Maybe after regular visits, he’d find a girl he hit it off with.

It was playful conversation one night during foreplay. Afterwards, I wanted to take a bit of the pressure off of him. After all, this was my fantasy, not his… I told him it wouldn’t matter if it actually happened. Making up a story to tell me about picking up one of the baristas and bringing her home to our bed to fuck her, would do just as well.

…

A few days passed and then I got a text, “Can’t wait to tell you all about the barista tonight while I fuck you.” My knees weakened a bit as I reread the message over and over. Unconsciously, I bit my lip and reached down to touch the wetness that was forming between my legs.

I kinda hoped that he would wait awhile before making up the barista story, cause I wanted it to feel believable. Regardless, this was the first step in our cuckquean adventure and I was just excited he was playing along.

When he appeared at the front door that night, he was already wearing a sly smile. He opened the door and found me standing in the kitchen, finishing up the dishes. Brushing the hair off my shoulders, he leaned in and kissed my neck. “When you finish up here, meet me in the room.”

…

“Come here, I want to show you something,” he demanded. I crawled across the bed to where he was seated. He motioned for me to sit in front of him and lay back against the heat of his chest. Whatever it was we were about to look at, he wanted me front row, but with access to my body.

I leaned back against him as he scrolled through an Instagram page full of what I could now tell was bikini baristas. “Ooooh, which one did you pick to tell me about?” I asked.

The squares on the screen each featured a different girl in sexy clothes. Most were playing to the camera with their puckered lips and perky tits. “Which one would you want me to fuck?” he growled in my ear.

“Mmmm,” his breath against my neck made me weak. I scrolled through and looked at all of our options. Each one was pretty in her own rite. They were all around 10-15 years younger than me, and none looked like they’d had children. Everything about them was perfect and perky.

I found a petite brunette with a round ass and big natural tits. She also was dressed in the prettiest black lace lingerie, with a garter belt and thigh highs to match. I knew he’d like her. “I want you to bring her home, baby,” I said as I clicked the square, enlarging the original picture.

She was prettier than me, not by much, but by enough that I felt a pang of insecurity as he grazed his thumb over the picture. “I was hoping you’d like that one,” he whispered against my neck. “I took your advice, baby girl. I stopped by that coffee stand on my way to work yesterday.” His fingers skimmed along my thighs. I uncrossed my legs to allow him more access.

“I ordered a drink, but they were out of what I wanted, so I asked the barista to recommend a drink for me.” He went on to tell me about their flirtacious banter. “When I signed the receipt, I wrote my number on the bottom.” His fingers now lightly grazed my parted lips through the fabric. I was already a dripping mess. I leaned into him as he swirled his finger around my clit, barely touching me.

“She texted me yesterday. Nothing risque… at first, but we got to talking and I told her about your dirty little fantasy. I casually mentioned I was having a hard time meeting girls in the area who would be down with the situation and she didn’t believe me. She said I shouldn’t have any trouble at all finding girls to fuck.”

I whimpered as he pulled my thong to the side, exposing me. “We’ll look at that,” he cooed, “I haven’t even gotten to the good part and you’re already a mess.” His fingers circled over my clit while, with his other hand, he reached up under my shirt for a handful of my tits.

Teasing me with his fingers, he tells me how casual conversation turned into flirting last night. He says she sent him pictures and exits the instagram app. He opens his messages and suddenly I’m confused.

Wait, did this actually happen or is this fantasy?

He scrolls quickly through conversation so I can’t read it. My brain tries playing catch up. So, wait, this actually happened? He went down there to pick up a girl? My stomach is in knots. I feel light-headed and try to come to terms with what is happening. I wanted this… Right? He opens one of the pictures she sent, its a sexy shot of her in lingerie. Fuck, I think. She’s gorgeous… I’m feeling wildly insecure. Maybe I can’t do this.

He flips through a few more photos of her in lingerie before he stops and pulls his fingers away from my clit. His fingers are slick. My pussy is wet with envy. “There’s no denying it now, baby… I knew this turned you on, but I’ve never seen you soak through the bedsheet like that, ” he says pointing to the puddle in our bed.

I’m embarrassed. So many thoughts are going through my head, everything is chaos, the room starts to spin. He swipes to show me the last picture.

I audibly gasp when it comes into focus. “Look at that,” he says, zooming in on the center of the photo. She’s seated on a bed with her legs splayed open. Her right hand is holding the phone while her left hand spreads her pussy open. It’s fucking beautiful and pink and perfect. “That’s the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen,” he whispers into my ear. I whimper again and he slides his fingers inside me.

I lean back into him and close my eyes.

“I could hardly keep up at work last night. Between texting her all night and two trips I had to make to the bathroom, I was behind the whole time. I got so hard looking at her pictures and talking about her being apart of your fucked up little fantasy, I had to jerk off. But the conversation kept going beyond that and before I knew it, I had to jerk off again. That’s never happened to me before. I don’t know that I’ve ever been that turned on.” His words sting, but the ache between my legs intensifies. My hips buck upward, my body betraying me and begging him to continue as the pressure builds.

“You like that, huh, baby?”

I nod my head.

“No, I want to hear you say it.”

My voice cracks. I’m so close now. “You should go back tomorrow. I want you to fuck her. You deserve to fuck her, baby.” I’m right on the edge.

“Remember when I picked up coffee for us this morning?” he asks, “…I fucked her first.”

An intense orgasm washes through my body. His fingers slow to a steady pace as we ride through my clenching muscle spasms. My breath slows to a normal pace before either of us speaks.

“That was everything I hoped it would be, babe,” I said as I rested against him, “Thank you.”

Holding my chin, he turns my face up towards his, “Show me your thankful,” he says, “get on your knees.” I do as I’m told and slide off the bed and get down. He turns to grab something from the bed. I wait patiently at his feet.

It’s his phone. He opens a video and starts to watch. There’s a lot of heavy breathing and smacking sounds. Then I hear his voice coming from the video, “Oh my God. Your pussy is so tight. Fuck.”

“Open your mouth,” he demands, looking down at me. I do as I’m told and I’m immediately rewarded. I can taste her on his dick. I’m overcome with envy and lust. My tongue explores the length of him as I lick her pussy off of my husband.