Broken Vows - A Cuckold Story (Intro Part 3 - Nick)
Copyright© 2026 by BethanyBelow
Chapter 14: Goodbyes
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 14: Goodbyes - This is part 3 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; the second was from the wife Sarah's perspective. This third story is from Nick's perspective again. I anticipate 1-2 more of this style with flashbacks before I begin the full story detailing Sarah's total corruption and Nick's cuckolding.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Coercion Consensual Reluctant Heterosexual Fiction Cheating Cuckold Sharing Wife Watching Wimp Husband DomSub MaleDom Humiliation Swinging Cream Pie Masturbation Voyeurism
We stood. The directors and their wives were already gathering their things. I went around the table and shook Simon’s hand, then Mark’s. The words came out cleaner than I expected.
“Thank you. I won’t let you down. I know this isn’t how it usually works.”
Simon clapped me on the shoulder. “Ryan doesn’t waste his recommendations. Just do the job he has told us you are capable of.”
I turned to Ryan. He pulled me into a hug before I could offer a handshake. It was brief and solid. “Told you I’d help with the housing,” he said against my ear. “Don’t make me look bad.”
Sarah was already hugging the directors’ wives. She thanked them, thanked Simon and Mark again, then stepped to Ryan. He hugged her close, one hand between her shoulder blades, the other at her waist. She didn’t stiffen. When he let go, she was still smiling.
Roxie let go and turned to Sarah. Her hug was tighter. I watched Sarah’s arms come up and stay there. Roxie’s mouth moved against Sarah’s ear. Whatever she said was short. Sarah’s face went pink immediately, the color spreading down her neck the way it did when she was embarrassed or caught off guard. She laughed, small and unsteady, and nodded. Roxie stepped back, smiling.
Then Roxie turned to me. She stepped in and wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me against her until her breasts pressed flat to my chest and her hips met mine. The bikini top did almost nothing to soften the contact. Her mouth was close to my ear.
“Your wife is lovely,” she said. “She’s the reason you’re getting the house. The Directors left it up to me to gauge you both, and I think she’s perfect. You should be proud of her.”
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