Broken Vows - a Cuckold Story (Intro Part - 5 Nick)
Copyright© 2026 by BethanyBelow
Chapter 2: The Wakeup Call
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 2: The Wakeup Call - This is part 5 of the introduction to my original story, BROKEN VOWS, which is a cuckold story series with some dark undertones. This story is from the Husband Nick's perspective. There will likely be 1-2 more stories with flashbacks/time changes and then the main story will pick up in the current day. I only began writing stories a few months ago, so please email, comment and vote. I appreciate your feedback as I would like to improve! You can also follow me on X @WordyBitchBeth
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Blackmail Coercion Consensual Drunk/Drugged NonConsensual Reluctant Heterosexual Fiction Cheating Cuckold Slut Wife Wife Watching DomSub MaleDom Humiliation Rough Spanking Cream Pie Exhibitionism Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Voyeurism Public Sex
“Good morning, Nicky. Did you sleep well?”
Her voice was bright. Cheerful. The same tone she used when arranging outings or talking about weekend plans. I hated how she called me Nicky. It was something Cindy had started using for me, almost as an endearing nickname, but hearing Roxie now call me that made me seem small, almost childish, and it made my skin crawl.
“What kind of fucking question is that? You drugged me, didn’t you, you bitch?”
There was a short pause. When she spoke again, the brightness was gone.
“Watch your language there, Cucky, or I will hang up, and the next call I make will be to your beautiful wife. I know she is feeling confused, hurt, and extremely guilty right now over what she did last night, but I am sure I can turn all of that into righteous, burning anger when I tell her about Cindy and send her the photos and videos. Now fix your attitude and let’s start over.”
I didn’t say anything. The laundry room smelled like detergent and the faint metallic tang of the washer. My free hand was clenched so tight the nails bit into my palm. She had the videos of the mistakes I had made. I didn’t know we were being recorded at the time, but she showed them to me last week and told me about the plans for last night and my wife, if I wanted to keep them secret. That knowledge landed like a fist. If Sarah saw those videos—if she found out what I had done with Cindy at best, the damage to our marriage and family would be permanent, and she would never look at me the same way again. At worst, she would leave me, and I honestly did not know if I could recover from that.
I forced the words out.
“Ok. I will try to control myself. But your husband took my wife last night against her will. Don’t expect me to be appreciative. Why did you drug me? I could have died. I stuck to my side of the deal. What else do you want, Roxie?”
“Yes, you did a good job. Having Ryan take her on your anniversary was especially delicious. We did give you a little something—just a sleeping pill as an insurance policy in case you got cold feet. Nothing dangerous. It obviously wasn’t too strong, because Ryan said he saw you up and jerking off in the hallway while he was balls-deep in your lovely wife and making her cum like you never have been able to. I heard you also got to see some of Sarah’s training this morning. Ryan said she really didn’t fight very hard. He barely had to force himself on her last night. It’s always harder when they fight back, but your poor wife is so desperate for attention she caved in almost immediately. It really wasn’t against her will, Nicky. If it was, do you think she would have stayed in bed with him, fucking like a rabbit all night? Do you think she would have been screaming for him not to stop? You really need to move past that and acknowledge that the real issue is that you have been failing at your husbandly duties, Nicky. Ryan thinks Sarah will quickly become an obedient, good little whore, and as an added bonus it sounds like you will be more than happy to stand by and watch that happen.”
I was furious. The heat started behind my eyes and spread down my neck. I wanted to smash the phone against the dryer until it shattered. I wanted to drive to their house and put my fist through Ryan’s face. At the same time, the guilt crushed down so hard I had to lean against the wall to stay upright. I had put her in this situation. I had cheated first. I had let Roxie and Ryan see how desperate I was. I had agreed to the night because I thought it was the only way to keep what we had. And underneath the fury and the guilt was the shame that burned hotter than both. Roxie was right. I had stood in the hallway and stroked myself while Ryan fucked my wife through orgasm after orgasm. I had come harder listening to her than I had in months inside her. If I could watch her again like that—if I could hear her make those sounds one more time—I would. The admission sat in my chest like broken glass.
“Nicky? Are you still there?”
“Yes. So what do you want, Roxie, besides gloating?”
“Well, I wanted to tell you that when you see Sarah this morning, you need to be apologetic and contrite. Beg her forgiveness for failing her and your marriage last night by drinking too much. You need to lay it on thick. She needs to know how terrible you feel that you ruined your anniversary and not let on that you know what happened.”
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