Broken Vows - a Cuckold Story (Intro Part - 4 Sarah)
Copyright© 2026 by BethanyBelow
Chapter 5: Returning Home
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 5: Returning Home - 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
When the limo pulled up in front of Ryan and Roxie’s house, Roxie had leaned over and kissed my cheek. “I’ll take care of the sitter and the kids,” she had said. “Don’t worry about any of that. They’re fine. Ryan will go with you and make sure Nick gets inside safely.” She had looked at her husband. “Take care of her. If you think you should stay the night so she’s not alone with him like this, then I want you to stay with her and be sure she is ok. We’ll figure the rest out in the morning.”
I had barely processed the last part. I had been focused on Nick, on the way his head kept rolling when the car moved, on the fact that our anniversary was ending like this. “Thank you,” I had managed. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what happened.”
“Nothing to be sorry for,” Roxie had said. She squeezed my hand one more time, gave me a quick kiss I really didn’t even register, and got out. The door had closed. The limo pulled away again, and it had been just the three of us.
Ryan had moved to the seat beside me. “We’ll get him home,” he had said. His voice had been calm. Steady. “I’ll be sure you both are ok. You don’t have to do this alone.”
I had nodded again. My throat had been too tight for words. I kept my hand on Nick’s chest, stared out the window, and tried not to think about how badly I had wanted this night to be different.
At our house, Ryan had helped Nick out of the car. Nick’s arm had gone around Ryan’s shoulders. Ryan’s arm had gone around Nick’s waist, holding him up. I had stayed on Nick’s other side, one hand on his back, useless and shaking. Nick mumbled something I couldn’t understand. His feet had dragged. We’d somehow gotten him up the walk and through the front door.
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