Broken Vows - a Cuckold Story (Intro Part - 4 Sarah)
Copyright© 2026 by BethanyBelow
Chapter 3: Dinner and Dancing
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 3: Dinner and Dancing - 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
The restaurant had been everything Ryan promised. Atelier Crenn, a three-star Michelin restaurant in the city. It was the kind of place I had only ever read about and never thought I would ever eat. The food had been beautiful and strange and perfect, and the wine had kept coming. Nick had been relaxed in a way I had not seen in months. He had held my hand under the table. He had laughed at Roxie’s stories. He looked at me like he used to when we were first married, and the world still felt small enough to hold.
“This is amazing,” I had said to Ryan at one point. “How did you even get a reservation?”
He had smiled. “I know a guy who knows a guy. Figured you two deserved something special.”
Nick had squeezed my hand. “We do. Thank you. Both of you.”
I had let myself believe, for a few hours, that we were going to be okay. That the distance that had built between us could be overcome, that all the work of the past months would pay off, and that the move to California could end up being the best decision we had ever made.
After dinner we had gone dancing. The club was loud and warm, full of people who looked like they belonged there. We had switched partners the way couples do when they are comfortable with each other. I had danced with Nick first. He had been a little stiff at the start, the way he always was on a dance floor, but he smiled the whole time and kept his hand on my waist like he didn’t want to let go.
Then I had danced with Ryan while Nick danced with Roxie. Ryan had been a good dancer. Better than I expected. He had led without forcing, and his hand on my waist had been steady and sure. When the music slowed, he had pulled me closer, and I felt so tiny up against his body. My head was resting on his chest, and I was close enough to feel his heartbeat, steady and strong, and the heat of his body through the thin fabric of the dress. His hand had rested just above the curve of my ass, warm and broad. I had felt my face flush. My heart had picked up.
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