Broken Vows - A Cuckold Story (Intro Part 3 - Nick)
Copyright© 2026 by BethanyBelow
Chapter 4: Mental Gymnastics
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 4: Mental Gymnastics - 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 street was quiet. The car the girl had gotten into was long gone. I started the engine and drove back toward the rental, trying to decide what, if anything, I’d tell Sarah when I got there. I had decided not to say anything.
I kept both hands on the wheel and tried to focus on the road, but my head was still back on Richard’s porch. I still couldn’t make the pieces fit. Not the logistics, but the wanting. How did a man sit at home knowing another man—or six other men—was inside his girlfriend? How did he kiss her afterward without tasting them? How did he get hard from the idea instead of sick?
The light turned red. I stopped and let my forehead rest against the steering wheel for a second. My cock was half-hard in my shorts, and I hated it. I told myself it was just the shock. Just the image of Richard’s hands on that girl’s ass. Just the way she’d looked when she walked to the car. None of it had anything to do with Sarah.
I tried to imagine what something like that would look like with Sarah and how I would react.
I pictured Sarah on her knees. Not in our kitchen. Not for me, but rather on her knees in a room full of men I couldn’t see clearly, her small hands braced on someone’s thighs, her mouth stretched around a cock that wasn’t mine. Then on her back. Legs open. A man between them, thick and hard, pushing into her while she made the same sounds I’d heard her make the few times I’d gotten her to come from my cock—except louder. Longer. Like she couldn’t stop. Another man waiting. Then another. Her voice climbing the way it never did for me. Her body shaking. Her begging for them not to stop.
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