Broken Vows - a Cuckold Story (Intro Part - 6 Sarah)
Copyright© 2026 by BethanyBelow
Chapter 14: Nick’s Reaction
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 14: Nick’s Reaction - 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
I stood on the front step with my heels in one hand and my clutch in the other. It was almost one in the morning. The house was dark except for the light over the door. My heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat. I didn’t know what Nick had seen. I didn’t know if he was angry. I didn’t know if he was even still awake.
The door opened before I could get my keys out. Nick stood there in a T-shirt and sweatpants. His eyes moved over the dress, my bare legs, my face. For a second I thought he was about to tell me to leave. Then he reached out, caught my wrist, and pulled me inside. The door shut behind me. His mouth was on mine before I could speak. The kiss was deep and rough. His tongue pushed past my lips. His hands moved over the open back of the dress, down to my ass, gripping hard enough that I felt the pressure through the thin fabric.
We didn’t make it to the bedroom. He walked me backward to the couch. My clutch and heels hit the floor. He pushed the dress up around my waist and spread my legs forcefully apart with his hands until I was wide and open. He almost ripped the thong off me and held it to his nose and inhaled. I could see how wet it was; it was glistening in the low light, clearly wet beyond what normal dancing could ever explain away. He put it aside and put his mouth on me.
I closed my eyes. The night came back in pieces while his tongue moved. The man at the bar. Roxie’s kiss, dancing with the two men, their hands on my ass, dancing with Aaron, and how his large hands had felt on my ass while the hard length of him pressed against me through his pants. The way I had stayed there for those extra measures instead of stepping away. Nick’s mouth was relentless. I came hard, thighs shaking around his head, one hand fisted in his hair. He didn’t stop. Two fingers slid inside me. I was sensitive and swollen. I let him keep going; I did not want him to stop. My hands moved to my breasts. I pinched my nipples through the dress, hard enough that it hurt and sent sharp lines of heat straight down to where his mouth was working. I told him not to stop. I told him yes. I came again, louder, hips lifting off the cushion.
When the shaking eased, I pulled at his shoulders. “I want you,” I said. “But be gentle. I’m sensitive.”
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