Broken Vows - a Cuckold Story (Intro Part - 4 Sarah)
Copyright© 2026 by BethanyBelow
Chapter 8: The Couch
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 8: The Couch - 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 leaned closer, and in turn I leaned back away from him onto the couch, afraid that if I let his lips touch mine again, I would lose the power to resist. My dress bunched at my waist as I leaned back, resting on my elbows, staring up at him and begging with my eyes for him to stop, even as part of me hoped he would continue.
One hand reached for the strap of my dress, and he slowly slid it down over my arm. I couldn’t take my eyes off him; my heart raced, and my breath came in short, sharp hitches. And then his head moved, and his mouth sealed around one of my breasts, his tongue circling the nipple while he sucked, causing me to moan. One of his hands moved between my legs. I felt his fingers touch the thin fabric of the thong I was wearing as they worked around the edge of the gusset and then moved under until I felt his skin come in contact with mine, and suddenly I could not breathe. His fingers entered me, and I was ashamed that my body had opened itself so easily for a man who was not my husband. I heard obscene wet sounds coming from my sex as his fingers moved in and out, and the shame of my excitement and the noise made me feel like I might faint. I felt the pleasure start to rise, and I knew that I had to stop this now or I would never be able to, and I had pushed at his chest. Not hard; I could not manage that, but enough that his hand stopped moving and my voice came out small and unsteady, “Please, Ryan, stop. I love Nick, and I cannot do this; please, you have to stop.” I meant those words, or at least I thought I did. My body answered him differently, and I hated that too.
He did not pull back. His hand moved from between my legs and grabbed onto my thigh, gently pushing my legs apart.
“Just relax, Sarah,” he had said, voice low, calm, and reassuring. “I’m going to take care of you and make you feel special the way you deserve. Just this once, you can let go. Let me show you what you’ve been missing. Roxie wants me to give you this. Nick is asleep, the same way he has been asleep in your relationship for years. No one has to know. You can go back to being the perfect wife in the morning. But right now ... right now you get to feel something. You get to feel the passion of being wanted, needed, desired.”
I had stayed still under him with my hand on his chest and tried to make the words line up with what my body was doing. My heart still raced; I could feel it pounding in my chest harder than ever. My thighs were shaking, and I was so wet I could feel it on the inside of my thighs already.
I had told myself to say no again. To push harder until he moved, so I could get up, check on Nick, lock the door, and call this whole night a mistake. Then Ryan shifted his weight forward, and the head of his cock pressed against me, thick and hot, and I felt the stretch of him entering me before I could finish the thought, and I whimpered as I felt myself coming apart.
My eyes, which had been locked to his, moved down to where our bodies were now joined, and I saw him, full, erect, long. The size of him was beyond anything I could imagine, and I now looked at him in fear. “No, you won’t fit inside me; I cannot take that.”
Then he pushed again, slow, steady, one long, unstoppable slide that filled me in a way I had never been filled before.
“Relax, Sarah,” he whispered, “It will fit.”
The stretch had burned at first. He was so much thicker than Nick and almost twice as long. The head of his cock pressed deeper than anything I had ever experienced, and the pressure made my breath catch so hard it almost hurt. Then he had bottomed out with his hips pressed tight against the inside of my thighs, and the burn had turned into something else. Heat. Fullness. A heavy, throbbing ache that radiated out from where he was inside me and made my whole lower body feel tight and open at the same time. I made a sound I didn’t recognize. Sharp. Broken. My hand on his chest had slid up and gripped his shoulder instead of pushing him away.
“Oh my God,” I said. It had come out louder than I meant. “Ryan—it’s—oh my God.”
Then he had started to move. Short, controlled strokes at first, each one dragged the thick length of him, pulling and stretching along every sensitive place inside me. When he pushed in, the head of his cock hit something deep inside that had never been touched before and made my vision blur. When he pulled back, the drag made my walls clench around him like my body was trying to keep him there.
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