Broken Vows - A Cuckold Story (Intro Part 3 - Nick)
Copyright© 2026 by BethanyBelow
Chapter 16: Home
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 16: Home - 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
The house was quiet. It was the first time we had been alone in two months since we came to California. We dropped the bag by the door and kicked off our shoes. Sarah went to the bathroom to rinse the chlorine and sunscreen off her skin. I stood in the kitchen, drank a glass of water, and tried not to replay the afternoon in too much detail. Roxie on my lap. The way the fabric of her bottoms had shifted. The damp line. Sarah’s face when Roxie’s hands pushed her down onto Ryan. The quick kiss Roxie had given her. None of it had felt wrong in the moment. Standing alone in the house, they all added up to feel somewhat off. I was not sure why, but it felt harder to file under “just friendly.”
Sarah came out in one of my old T-shirts and nothing else. Her hair was damp at the ends. She crossed the kitchen, put her arms around my neck, and kissed me again. This one was slower. Her body pressed against mine from chest to thigh. I felt her heat through the thin cotton.
“I love you,” she said against my mouth.
“I love you too.”
She took my hand and led us to the bedroom. The bed was still unmade from the morning. She pulled the shirt over her head and dropped it on the floor. The modest bikini had left faint lines on her skin. She looked smaller without it, pale in the low light, but her body was the one I had watched her fight to get back—slim waist, small breasts, the soft curve of her hips. She climbed onto the bed and lay back, one arm extended toward me.
I took off my clothes and followed her. We kissed for a while, unhurried. Her hands moved over my back and shoulders. Mine stayed on her waist and the outside of her thigh. When I moved between her legs, she was already wet. I pushed in slowly. She made a small sound and wrapped her legs around my hips. We stayed like that, missionary, her hands on my shoulders, my forehead against hers. She told me she loved me again. I said it back. The rhythm stayed easy. I could feel her trying to meet me, hips lifting in small circles. She was close. I could hear it in the way her breathing changed.
Then the picture came back again. Roxie bent over. The thin bikini bottom. The clear shape of her lips and the damp line where the fabric had failed to cover everything. I pictured how it would have felt if I’d leaned forward those last few inches. Warm skin. The smell of her. The way her ass had lifted when she pushed down on Sarah’s thighs. My cock jerked hard inside Sarah. I tried to slow down. I tried to think about the house, about the kids, about anything that wasn’t the view I’d had of another man’s wife. It didn’t work. I came in three short thrusts, face buried against Sarah’s neck, hips stuttering while she was still moving under me, still trying to get there.
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