Broken Vows - a Cuckold Story (Intro Part 2 - Sarah)
Copyright© 2026 by BethanyBelow
Chapter 8: The Morning After
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 8: The Morning After - 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 forced myself to stop thinking about the past. I could not stay here any longer, kneeling on the kitchen floor with my breasts out, the taste of him heavy in my mouth and the cum I had not been able to swallow still dripping off my chin. I had swallowed his semen again, and the thought made my stomach lurch.
I wanted him gone before Nick woke and he said he would leave as soon as I did what he asked. So I did it, but the truth is, I was so turned on that I was doing what I was told, and I couldn’t make it sound like I was an unwilling participant. The shame and the arousal sat in the same place. I could feel his cum from last night leaking out of me; I just hoped my panties would hold it in place until I could get to my bathroom and clean myself before Nick woke up.
The condoms had been too small. He had tried twice, and both had broken. I was so lost in the heat and passion of the moment, that I told him to keep going and pull out when he was close.
I had thought it would be a one-time event. I would be quiet and let him finish, and then he would leave, and I would be left to try to pick up the pieces of my life. But the first orgasm had changed everything.
His size had been shocking, but his stamina was obscene. The first orgasm had hit me less than two minutes after he had started in missionary. I had been able to muffle my voice in a pillow to avoid waking Nick. I assumed he would follow quickly as Nick and my previous lovers had, and we would be done, but I was wrong. So very wrong.
The second orgasm hit me within a few more minutes. That time I had not been able to muffle the noise because I was too busy coming apart, my hands grasping into the sheets, my body shaking and breathing out of control.
He had flipped me over then and positioned me in doggie. I could not have protested if I had wanted to. Then he really began to drive into me, forcing the air from my lungs with each thrust. I know I had become louder. I had tried to bury my head in the bedding, but when moments of clarity surfaced, I would find myself moaning between grunts, telling him not to stop. The third orgasm hit me so hard that I felt like my body was going to shake apart; my legs shook uncontrollably, and my vision narrowed into tiny pinpricks of light. I had never experienced that much pleasure, condensed into what could not have been more than a 15-20 minute period of time. I remember him telling me that he was about to cum and asking if he should pull out. To my shame, I remember telling him ... no, begging him not to and pleading with him to cum inside me. That memory hurt perhaps the hardest.