I Paid a Drug Dealer to Fuck My Wife

To fulfill a dark cuckolding kink, a husband orchestrates his ultimate degradation fantasy by paying an aggressive street-level drug dealer to manipulate and defile his beautiful wife. As she falls for the dealer's fabricated sob story, the husband eagerly watches his twisted setup culminate in a night of primal, explosive debauchery. Approximately 8,500 words.

A brief excerpt:

As I rounded a corner, I saw a rough-looking guy in his 30s or 40s, riding a BMX bike on the sidewalk, headed in my direction.

A memorable first impression. No helmet. Bright blonde hair, in cornrows. Don’t see that every day. Sunburnt. Reflective sunglasses. A massive gold chain with a dazzling medallion. A backpack.

Maybe this is prejudice talking, but when I see an adult riding a BMX on a sidewalk, “too many DUIs” is the first thing that comes to mind. He’d hung a bluetooth speaker from one of his handlebars, playing something loud, distorted, and unpleasant. He was wearing a basketball jersey, presumably to make the best exhibition of his arm muscles. “This guy is jacked,” I thought.