Broken Vows - a Cuckold Story (Intro Part 2 - Sarah)
Copyright© 2026 by BethanyBelow
Chapter 4: James
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 4: James - This is part 2 of the introduction to my original story BROKEN VOWS which is a cuckold story series. The first story was from the husband Nick's perspective and laid some of the background. This story is from the wife Sarah's perspective.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma Fa Consensual Reluctant Heterosexual Fiction Cheating Cuckold Sharing Wife Watching DomSub MaleDom Humiliation Rough Spanking Anal Sex Cream Pie Exhibitionism Facial Masturbation Oral Sex Squirting Voyeurism Public Sex Size
I met James my freshman year. He was a junior, confident in a way that made the rest of campus feel smaller. We started talking at a party, and within two weeks I was spending most nights in his apartment. I fell for him hard and fast. He was intense and spontaneous. He said things that felt dangerous and exciting to a girl who had grown up in a small farming town. For the first few months, everything felt perfect. He made me feel wanted in a way I had never felt before. He also pushed me to explore new things in life and also sexually. He was the first man who got me to put a cock in my mouth. I had been nervous and clumsy. He guided my head but was gentle, giving me instructions and being patient, telling me I was doing well even when I gagged. The first time he came in my mouth, I was shocked and frankly grossed out; piss came out the same hole after all! Feeling his semen shooting into my mouth made me queasy, and I disliked the consistency and taste. After that, I always tried to pull off before he finished, and when I was not fast enough, I would collect his cum in my mouth and then spit it into a cup or whatever was handy. He never seemed angry that I never swallowed, but he also never stopped asking.
For someone who had only had sex maybe a couple dozen times before him, split between two of my previous boyfriends, sex with James seemed almost overwhelming. He was much bigger and stronger than me, and he liked using that. He put me in positions that made me nervous. He slapped my ass hard enough to leave marks. He pulled my hair until my scalp burned. He pinched and squeezed my nipples until I yelped.
“You like that,” he would say when my body reacted.
I told myself I hated it. Sometimes I did. Sometimes the discomfort made the orgasm sharper, and I hated myself for that more than I hated the act. After those nights, I would lie awake replaying it and promising myself I would tell him to stop next time. I rarely did because I loved him, or at least I thought I did, and I thought he loved me as well.
The night that changed everything was when we were at a party and had both been drinking for hours. The music was loud, and the house was crowded. James kept his hand on my lower back and kept leaning in to say things that made my face hot. Around midnight, he took my hand and led me outside, saying he wanted to smoke, and took me around the side of the house where the light from the windows didn’t quite reach. The grass was damp under my shoes. I could still hear people laughing inside.
He kissed me passionately, and we made out with my back pushed up against the side of the house. His hands were exploring my body, and I responded. As our passion increased, I told him I wanted him and that we should go to his place. He said he had another idea.
“Suck me,” he said, already undoing his belt.
“James, no. Someone might see. I don’t want to do that out here.”
“No one’s looking. Come on, babe. You’ve been teasing me all night.”
“I haven’t. And I don’t want to do it outside; let’s go to your place, and I will give you a good blow job.”
He stepped closer. His hand settled on the back of my neck, not hard, but firm. “Just for a minute. I’ll be quick.”
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