I’m going fuck you like bitch in heat on a bed of soft furs, all the while we both mock and belittle your husband behind his back.

That’s what the text message says. You read it once, then again. You still can’t really believe this is happening. That you’re about to cheat on your husband, your values, and your way of life for some frat boy cock.

3 Months Earlier

Your best friend since elementary school, Erin, has been acting strange. You noticed it here and there before but now it’s becoming more obvious. She’s changed her way of dress, it’s become more slutty. She’s always on her phone, usually with a little smirk. There’s no more double date nights between the both of you and your husbands.

In fact she hardly even mentions him now when you’re both at work. You guys both work at the same job in a small local coffee shop, near your city’s university. She’s randomly begun mentioning to you how much she would love to have a baby. Which seems inconceivable considering her resistance to it throughout most your lives. And finally, she’s grown fascinated with fur coats and clothing.

This is all a rather abrupt shift considering she’d been a childfree vegan, like you, since high school. Then you discover the reason why. A young man, dressed in opulent clothing and a long black fur coat that goes down to his ankles, shows up at work. He’s extremely handsome and if you had to guess, you’d say he was a frat boy just from the looks.

He coincidentally shows up and orders a coffee right when Erin takes her lunch break. You notice Erin’s flirtations and giggling with the cocky young man while she takes his order. And when she and him both leave, though they go separately, you get a coworker to cover for you and on a hunch walk to your shop’s small parking lot.

What you see there shocks you to your core.

Your married best friend is riding the young man’s thick cock in the front seat of her car. You’re too thrown off by the situation to say or do anything. And you also feel strangely aroused watching him fuck her. Later on that night, when it’s just you two closing the shop down, you bring up what you saw.

Erin panics, naturally, and begged you not to tell her husband. Begs on her hands and knees. Reluctantly, you give her your word, but not before extracting a promise from her to tell you everything.

And she does.

She tells you in great detail how this arrogant young man, his name is Luke, who she hated at first, gradually wormed his way into her contacts, then her thoughts, and then her panties. They’ve been fucking behind her husband’s, her sweet innocent husband, back for two months now. And she said it’s been life-changing. Big dick really does make its own rules. She finds herself contemplating things she never in a million years would’ve imagined doing. The biggest one being, her bearing this young man’s children, as many as he wants.

That’s not all though, and since she’s sworn you to silence, she’s been telling you all about their sexscapades. For two weeks she’s been bombarding you with all sorts of temptation, trying to get you to bite the apple and let her set you up with her “fur daddy” as she calls him.

After she shows you a couple of their videos and some of her many, many pictures of his cock. You find yourself getting aroused by the idea of having a little taste of Luke and a little affair of your own.

Erin is corrupting you!

Finally, you reluctantly give in to her and say you’ll meet with him. Once! And only for dinner. Erin eagerly agrees and sends him your number. That is the first text you receive, and when you do it sends a chill running through you.