Broken Vows - a Cuckold Story (Intro Part - 6 Sarah)
Copyright© 2026 by BethanyBelow
Chapter 15: History Repeats Itself
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 15: History Repeats Itself - 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
Twice more Roxie took me out. Twice more I got hit on and flirted with multiple men. I danced with them while Roxie recorded everything and texted the videos to Ryan, who showed them to Nick. Each time I got more and more excited. I got more and more turned on as I played this new game.
The second night out was so much fun. I ended up flirting and dancing with four different men that night. The club was louder, the music heavier, and the shots Roxie kept ordering made everything feel easier to accept. I wore the same black dress. It still felt too short, too open in the back, but when the first man approached us at the bar, I smiled instead of looking at the floor.
“You two look like you’re having a better time than everyone else in here,” he said. He was in his mid-thirties, clean-shaven, decent-looking. Not my type. Not my type either.
Roxie answered before I could. “We are. You want to dance with my friend?”
“I would love to,” he said and introduced himself as Scott.
I should have said no. I said yes. On the floor, Scott’s hands stayed respectful at first. I kept mine to myself or occasionally on his shoulders or high up on his hips when the song demanded it. When the song type changed, and he pulled me a little closer, I let him. I could feel Roxie’s phone up somewhere behind me. Knowing Nick would see this later made my pulse jump. I laughed at something he said and touched his arm the way Roxie touched people. It felt easy. It felt dangerous.
We danced through four more songs. When it ended, I thanked him and Roxie pulled me toward the bathroom. “You’re getting better at this,” she said, fixing her lipstick. “You looked like you were actually enjoying yourself.”
“I was,” I admitted. The admission sat heavy in my mouth. “Is Nick going to be okay with it?”
“He’s going to love it,” she said. “Ryan already texted me. Nick’s watching every clip.”
My stomach tightened and flipped. We went back out. The second man was taller, Latino, a good dancer. He kept his hands on my waist, and I moved with him. The third was younger, cocky, and I let him spin me once before I stepped back. The fourth was older, quiet, and when he asked if I wanted a drink, I said yes. We stood at the bar and talked for ten minutes. I touched his sleeve when I made a point. I tossed my hair. I watched Roxie record from the corner of my eye and felt the animal stretch under my skin.
By the time we left, I was flushed, sweaty, and more alive than I had felt in months. In the car, Roxie asked how it felt.
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