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Broken Vows - a Cuckold Story (Intro Part - 4 Sarah)

Copyright© 2026 by BethanyBelow

Chapter 10: Opening Up

Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 10: Opening Up - This is part 4 of the introduction to my original story BROKEN VOWS which is a cuckold story series with some dark undertones. This story is from the wife Sarah's perspective.

Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Blackmail   Coercion   Consensual   Drunk/Drugged   NonConsensual   Reluctant   Heterosexual   Fiction   Cheating   Cuckold   DomSub   MaleDom   Humiliation   Rough   Spanking   Cream Pie   Exhibitionism   Facial   Massage   Oral Sex   Squirting   Public Sex  

Ryan was still inside me fully, and he reached down, hooked both his arms under my knees, and lifted my legs up and pushed them back until they were flush against my body and my feet were beside my ears. The position had folded me in half. My hips had tilted up as his body moved up with me, staying inside while he positioned himself above me. He had opened my pussy up completely. I had felt the stretch in my thighs and the way the new angle let him sink even deeper than ever before. The head of his cock, which had pressed hard against my cervix, now slipped along the surface and moved behind it, moving into a space that had never felt anything before and caused such an intense feeling of overwhelming fullness that my eyes began to water. The low animalistic groan left my mouth as I felt like his cock was pushing deep into my stomach.

He then pulled out of me and looked down at my sex, and I realized how vulgar I must look, my legs bent and folded back, my pussy completely exposed and open. The lewdness of it hit me all at once. I had never been in a position like this. Not with Nick. Not with anyone. I had opened my mouth to tell him to stop, to put my legs down, that I could not do this, that it was too much, too disgusting, too dirty.

“Ryan—wait—stop—this is—”

He sank into me fully before I could complete my objection. One long, deep thrust that buried every inch of him inside me. The pressure of his cock sliding against and then past my cervix was so intense I screamed. Pain and pleasure so tightly wound together that I could not separate them. Then he began to move, raising his hips up and withdrawing his cock until just the tip remained inside me, and then he would slam back down, forcefully, pushing the air out of my lungs in a loud grunt. He kept moving like this, picking up speed as the entire bed began to shake and the headboard smashed against the wall, his hips making a loud slapping noise each time they hit the bottom of my thighs and my ass. I couldn’t speak; I couldn’t move. It was all I could do just to endure the punishment he was dishing out that caused me to experience the most intense non-stop pleasure I had felt thus far. I was completely out of my mind and would have been screaming non-stop, but I couldn’t get enough air into my lungs to do it.

“Look at you,” he had groaned. “You are so open and taking every inch of me. I am going to fuck you as you have never been fucked before.”

He then picked up the speed of his movements, and when he bottomed out, he would slap one of my breasts hard, sending a shocking pain racing through me that turned into a burning heat. The dual sensations from my pussy being pounded and my rapidly reddening and sore breasts being slapped became too much for me to handle. What was happening to me felt so degrading, but I could feel another orgasm building quickly, and I wanted to both scream in pleasure and cry in shame.

“Your body was made for this; now cum for me. Right now.”

The orgasm crashed through me so hard I had lost the ability to think; all I could do was feel. My entire body locked up and I became as rigid as a board; it felt like every muscle in my body clenched and bore down at the exact same time until I was vibrating and shaking so hard I thought I might pass out from the intensity of it.

It was the most intense orgasm of my life. My vision went white and blurred, and then my body finally relaxed briefly before going rigid again. I convulsed and shuddered under him, hips jerking, thighs shaking so hard I could feel the muscles burning. I was able to suck in enough air, and the sounds that tore out of me were high, broken wails. I couldn’t form words. I had not been able to do anything except feel the thick length of him pulsing inside me while my pussy clenched and gushed and tried to pull him deeper. Tears poured down my face, draining past my temples and into my hair. My hands had scrambled and grabbed at his arms, his shoulders, anything I could reach, because I needed something to hold onto while the pleasure tore through me in wave after wave.

He did not stop. He kept fucking me in that position with long, punishing, brutal strokes that drove the head of his cock across and past my cervix on every thrust. Each one sent another shock of sensation through me. I had felt stretched open and completely filled. The grotesque, loud, wet sounds coming from my pussy as he moved in and out of me were a constant reminder that my body was responding to this and somehow enjoying it.

“That’s it, my little slut,” he had said, voice low and relentless. “Take it. Take all of it. You love this, don’t you? Beg for it. Tell me how good my cock feels.”

I heard myself moaning his name. Begging. I did not remember deciding to beg. The words had just come out of me, cracked and desperate.

“Ryan—please—oh God—don’t stop—please—”

 
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