Broken Vows - A Cuckold Story (Intro Part 3 - Nick)
Copyright© 2026 by BethanyBelow
Chapter 2: Roxie
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 2: Roxie - 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 day before I told Sarah about the pool party, I had gone out with Ryan after work. Sarah was lonely, depressed, and sliding. I could see it in the way she looked at me when I got home; I could hear the lack of interest in her voice when we talked, how she seemed to be moving backward to where she had been after Michael was born and she had to give up her career. Going home to the small rental to an unhappy wife who seemed to be barely holding it together did not help. I needed a couple of hours that weren’t the office and weren’t the rental. I told her work was running late and not to wait up. She said that was fine. She did not have much choice. I felt guilty and went anyway.
Ryan took me to a small place he said most people missed. Good food, heavy pours, prices that did not feel like the rest of the Bay Area. They knew him. We got a booth in the back. We ordered drinks and food and started talking.
“Housing’s a mess,” I told him. “Even with the new salary, everything close enough to the office is insane. We’re looking at an hour each way if we want anything we can actually afford.”
Ryan nodded. “Yeah. It’s brutal out here. Give me a few days to work on it. I might be able to help.”
“How?”
“Let me work on it. Don’t get your hopes up, but I’ve got a couple of ideas.”
I thanked him. I didn’t actually believe he could fix it. Nobody was going to take half of what their house was worth just because Ryan asked.
He talked about bonuses and stock. “The first year or two is rough,” he said. “But if you stick it out, the money changes things. I bought a four-thousand-square-foot place a few years ago, fifteen minutes from work. Pool, pool house, the works. There’s no reason you can’t get somewhere similar.”
“I like the optimism,” I said. “I’m just not sure my marriage lasts two years at the current rate.”
Ryan set his glass down. “What do you mean?”
I told him. We still loved each other. I loved Sarah as much as the day we got married. I thought she felt the same. The second pregnancy had cracked something. Neither of us regretted Michael, but everything around him—the timing, the career she had to step back from, the hours I started working—had left us with intimacy problems we had never been able to repair.
“Sex has been hit or miss for years,” I said. “She’s shy. Conservative. Doesn’t like trying new things. Mostly missionary. Sometimes her on top. Doggy once in a blue moon if she’s had wine. Blowjobs are rare, and she never finishes them. The last couple of years, it’s gotten worse. Sex is less frequent, and we are more and more distant. I hoped the move would help. Instead, the commute, the hours, and the tiny rental are making her depressed. I’m worried she wants to go back to Iowa.”
Ryan listened. “How often are you actually having sex?”
“Sometimes once a month. Sometimes less.”
“And when you do?”
“It hasn’t changed in twelve years; she is very vanilla. I go down on her, and we cycle through the same two or three positions.”
“Any toys? Anything outside the usual? Does she have any kinks? Exhibitionism? Swapping? Group sex?
I laughed. “No. She’s not into any of that, whatever you’re thinking—way off base. She likes to keep it simple, preferably with the lights off.”
Ryan nodded like he’d heard similar versions of it before.
“Drop-off after kids and a decade is normal. Roxie and I hit something similar around the same point. We came out the other side better than we went in.”
“I’d love to believe that.”
“Don’t worry about it. I like you. I’m going to help, but first we need to fix your housing situation. Your home life cannot improve if you are never at home. Then we get Sarah some friends so she’s not stuck at home all day with two young kids.”
I laughed. “Both of those sound easier said than done.”
A stunning woman walked up to the table. She looked to be in her mid-thirties, with dark hair, a tight dress, and the kind of body that made the other male patrons’ heads turn and follow her as she walked by.
“Hi, lover boy,” she said.
Ryan stood. She kissed him hard. His hands went to her ass and squeezed. She moaned into his mouth. I looked down at my drink. When they broke apart, Ryan turned to me.
“Nick, this is my wife, Roxanne. Everyone calls her Roxie.”
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