Broken Vows - a Cuckold Story (Intro Part - 6 Sarah)
Copyright© 2026 by BethanyBelow
Chapter 11: The Club
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 11: The Club - This is Part 6 of my original story, BROKEN VOWS, which is a cuckold story series with some dark undertones. This story is from Sarah, the wifes, perspective. There will likely be another story with flashbacks/time changes & 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 follow on X @WordyBitchBeth & Reddit: u/bethanybelow
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Blackmail Coercion Consensual Drunk/Drugged NonConsensual Reluctant BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Cheating Cuckold Sharing Wife Watching DomSub MaleDom Humiliation Rough Spanking White Male White Female Cream Pie Exhibitionism Masturbation Oral Sex Squirting Voyeurism Hairy Public Sex
Roxie’s car smelled like her perfume and the faint citrus of the air freshener. The city lights slid across the windshield as she drove. I sat in the passenger seat with my hands folded tight in my lap, the short black dress riding higher on my thighs with every shift.
The open back left a strip of skin cold against the leather. I kept opening my mouth to tell her to turn around. My stomach was a hard knot. I could say I felt sick. I could say the kids needed me. The words stayed behind my teeth.
“You’re quiet,” Roxie said, eyes on the road. “Having second thoughts?”
“A few,” I said. My voice came out smaller than I wanted. “This feels ... wrong even though Nick knows. Even if Ryan already talked to him.”
“It’s not wrong,” she said. “It’s just different. You’re going to dance. You’re going to have a couple of drinks. You’re going to remember what it feels like to be looked at. Then you’re going home to your husband. That’s it.”
I stared out the window. The animal under my skin was already awake, low and restless. I pressed my thighs together and tried not to notice the way the thong sat between them. “If I ask you to take me back, will you?”
“If you really want me to,” she said. “But I don’t think you do. I think you’re scared of how much you might like it.”
I didn’t answer. The rest of the drive was quiet except for the low music she had on. Every few minutes I almost spoke. Every time I stayed silent.
When we pulled up to the club, I saw a line stretching down the block. Men and women mostly in their twenties stood in the cool night air, talking, checking phones, shifting from foot to foot, and the idea of standing out there in the cold, wearing almost nothing, and waiting to get inside had me seriously considering telling Roxie to turn around. Before I could say something, Roxie pulled into a reserved spot near the front and cut the engine. I looked at the line again and felt every year of the gap between them and me.
Roxie saw me looking at the line and laughed. “Don’t worry, we are not going to be standing outside like that.”
“We can’t just walk past them,” I replied.
“Watch,” Roxie promised.
She got out. I followed, heels clicking on the pavement. People in line turned to look at us. Some looks were curious. A few were pointed. I kept my eyes on Roxie’s back and tried not to pull the hem of the dress lower. At the door, a very large and wide bouncer with a shaved head and a radio on his shoulder gave us the once-over. Roxie stopped in front of him, confident even though he towered over her and me, and his expression said he wasn’t particularly interested in hearing what she had to say.
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