Broken Vows - a Cuckold Story (Intro Part - 6 Sarah)
Copyright© 2026 by BethanyBelow
Chapter 19: Switching Teams (A Couple Weeks After Alan and the Fight)
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 19: Switching Teams (A Couple Weeks After Alan and the Fight) - 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
“Come out here and show me,” Roxie said.
I looked at myself in the mirror of Roxie’s master bathroom, and at the red bikini bottoms I was wearing. They were so inappropriate; my ass was fully on display. The thin piece of fabric in the back was not a thong in terms of a string running between my ass cheeks, but in my mind, it was pretty dam close.
“I don’t know, Roxie. I think it is just way too much.”
“Nonsense, come here and show me.
I went out into the bedroom. Roxie was sitting on her bed waiting for me. When she saw me in the skimpy two-piece, she whistled and said, “Holy shit, Sarah, you are so dam hot!”
I blushed. I had seen myself in the mirror, and with my continued work with Angel, my body looked even better now. I knew I looked amazing, but I wasn’t the type of woman who showed this much skin outside the marital bedroom. I never had, and since the night of the fight with Nick, I promised I never would.
“It’s really too much, Roxie, or too little, I guess.” I laughed hesitantly at my bad joke, trying to keep the atmosphere light.
“You are crazy, Sarah; you look amazing in it, just like I promised. Nick is going to love it!” she assured me.
“Nick is never going to see it,” I proclaimed. “I look like one of those sluts on spring break.”
“Don’t be silly. Ever since the night with Alan, you have been acting like a nun and dressing like you are going to a church function. You have been wearing more layers than during the coldest Iowa winter. It’s the middle of the fucking summer, Sarah, and you are dressing like an Eskimo!”
I laughed, but inside I knew she was right. While on the surface, everything between Nick and me was fine. I had been acting more reserved. My clothing choices had reverted back to what I had been wearing before meeting Roxie. I had done everything to make things “the way they were” before Alan, before our fight. That had also included going back to Nick and me not having sex.
Roxie and I had talked extensively about the night at the club, Nick’s reaction, my reaction, our fight, and my promise never to let something like that happen again. Roxie had remained positive. She had told me that my views would soften with some time. I assured her they would not.
She had tried to bring up the idea of going out dancing or even just going to a bar a couple of times, but I had shot them down, and she had seemingly relented, which was not like her. Normally Roxie got what she wanted, when she wanted, and the fact that she seemed to accept my refusal so easily didn’t sit right with me, so I wondered if she had something up her sleeve.
She had not given up, however, on trying to help Nick and me with our intimacy problems, and this new bikini was just her latest attempt.
“You are right about one thing,” she started. “The front does look terrible.”
I looked down at my crotch that was covered by the red material. “What do you mean? I think that is the best part of the dam thing.”
“Your bush, Sarah, that jungle you have let grow between your legs. Honestly, I don’t know how you stand it, and I cannot imagine how Nick enjoys putting his face down there. I am surprised he can ever make you cum. I would get lost in the overgrowth and never be able to find what I was looking for in that mess.”
My blush made my face and neck go from pink to bright red. My pubic hair had become both a running joke to Roxie and something in my life she had identified for me to change.
“Roxie!” I admonished, “That is a horrible thing to say to me!
“It’s the truth, Sarah. You cannot go out in that bikini like that. You have hairs poking out everywhere, and the bump in the front from all the hair makes it look like you are keeping a softball in there for safekeeping.
“OH MY GOD YOU BITCH!” I said as we both laughed loudly.
“Seriously, Sarah, we need to take care of that. Even if you never wear that bikini a day in your life, you need to tame that wild animal.”
Her reference to taming a wild animal made me think of another creature, the animal that lived in me that I had spent years trying to contain. When I spoke again, the laughter and lighthearted atmosphere had eased.
“Ok, I guess I can do something. I can trim it a bit, and I’ll make an appointment next week to go get the lower parts waxed if that will stop you harping about it.”
“That sounds great, but you are wearing the bikini tomorrow to give it a test drive and then again on the Fourth of July, so we need to deal with this now and not next week.”
“I have not agreed to any of that,” I said, but the way Roxie asked, I could tell this was one point she wasn’t going to budge on. “Fine, get me some scissors, and I will trim the hedges a bit,” I said, trying to lighten the mood again with a joke.
Roxie threw me a towel. “Drop the bottoms, sit your ass down on the toilet on that towel and spread’em bitch.”
“Roxie, you don’t have to be so crude. What has gotten into you today?” I asked, but was laughing the whole time.
She rummaged through a sink drawer and came out with a pair of hair clippers, a razor, shaving cream, and a soothing balm. She stared at me wearing a victorious smile, as I placed the towel down and then lowered my now naked bottom onto the top of the toilet seat. She ran hot water in the sink, filled up a plastic bowl she had under the sink, and grabbed some hand towels as well.
“It’s about time you came around. Your ridiculous homage to the 1970’s has bothered me since the first time I took you to the spa and saw what you had been growing down there. I can’t tell you how many times, after you refused to do anything about it, I have wanted to bend you over my knee and spank you until you submitted.”
She said it with a smile and a laugh, but I saw something in her eyes that made me think she would seriously enjoy doing something like that.
“Well, I finally gave in, so I am all yours. Do your worst,” I said and then quickly followed it, “But I have not yet agreed to wear that dam piece of floss tomorrow, and there is no way I am wearing it in front of a hundred people on the Fourth!”
“You will do what you are told, little lady,” she told me, still smiling and laughing.
The trimming came first, and the clippers took off most of my hair, leaving a short buzz cut over my Mons. I was able to get through that with some dignity, and my legs mostly closed, but then came the hard part.
“Ok, now spread your legs,” she commanded.
I did a little, and she told me to spread them wider. I am a thirty-two-year-old woman, and the only other person besides my husband who had been this close to me in the last decade was my gynecologist. I hesitated, and Roxie pinched the sensitive underside of my thighs, which caused me to yelp and spread my legs wider.
“That’s better she said as she moved her body in closer so I could not close my legs anymore because she was now in between them. She soaked one of the hand towels in the hot water she had put in the bowl and gently began to clean my private region.
She was gentle, her hand movements soft and careful. Once she had me wet and clean, she began to apply the shaving cream. This time she used her hand as she spread the lotion on my Mons, between my thighs, along my labia and perineum. Once again she was gentle, moving her hand slowly and massaging the lotion into the skin and each fold. I sat there with my head down, watching her.
There is really nothing sexual about shaving your pubic hair, so I had not hesitated when Roxie told me that she would be shaving mine, but the truth is that I was not used to having someone so close to that intimate part of my body. Having that person touching me and rubbing lotion onto the skin of that area while I could feel their hot breath gently touching my folds was something totally new to me. When her fingers ran over the skin just above my clitoris, I jumped, and she laughed.
“Sensitive are we?” she asked.
“Yes, but I am pretty sure that there is no hair there,” I said, laughing, trying not to make the situation any weirder than it already had become.
“Where? Here?” she asked as the tip of two of her fingers landed just over my clit, and she applied pressure and rubbed for a quick two seconds while she smiled wickedly at me.
“Roxie,” I gasped. “Stop teasing me like that.”
She chuckled, moved her fingers away, and went back to her work. She took her time and gently applied the lotion into every crack and crevice where hairs might be growing, and I was sure some areas had no hair. She then used her position and her arms to splay my legs fully, so I was as wide open as my hips would allow. I tried to bring them closed a little bit because the position was, in fact, a little uncomfortable, and she slapped my inner thigh, which stopped me, and she told me not to move. I didn’t move any further, but I kept watching as she brought the razor up and began to work.
Once again, she took her time, ensuring every hair was removed from a given area, then rubbed it afterward to make sure she hadn’t missed any. She started with an area I had not expected, the tight ring of my anus. She had me scoot forward a little and shaved that area fast, even though I had protested that it was not necessary. She then pushed my butt back further onto the seat a bit and moved the razor onto my Mons and the folds between my thighs. By the time she was shaving my outer labia, I knew I was aroused.
She moved the razor with swift, sure strokes, then wiped down the area she had just shaved to make sure there were no stray hairs. She did that with one side and wiped it down with a warm, wet washcloth that also drew friction by dragging across the sensitive skin near my clitoris. What notified me of my arousal first was the general sense that I was getting hot down there and also in my chest and throat. I could feel heat coming from my face, which was always an indication that I was getting worked up. I tried to ignore it and act like this was all just a simple task countless women did all the time without getting aroused. It was just like shaving my armpits or my legs. Except it wasn’t, and I was not the one doing it. While I sat there watching my friend use one hand to spread the skin flat and the other to drag the razor along it, I continued to try to maintain a sense of order and calm in my mind, assuring myself this was normal and there was no reason to be getting aroused.
She talked the whole time. Low. Casual. About how smooth I was going to feel. About how Nick was going to lose his mind. About how Ryan liked it bare. Every word made my face hotter. Every pass of the razor made me wetter. I could feel it. The slickness gathering under the cream. I hated that she could probably see it.
Then Roxie blew on my vagina. It was a hard, focused blast of air she pushed out between her pursed lips. She said she was just checking to be sure there were no fine, long hairs that were left to blow in the wind, but her breath had touched sensitive parts of me, and even worse, it wafted the aroma from my vagina up to my nose. That is when I knew that I was excited. I groaned in embarrassment. Maybe it was more of a soft whimper, but it was loud enough for Roxie to notice, and she looked up at me.
“Can you smell that?” She asked. “You are getting worked up, you naughty little girl.”
“Please, Roxie, don’t say things like that. It’s already embarrassing enough as it is,” I implored.
She grinned again but lowered her head and went back to work. Every so often she would blow again, and I would get a brief whiff of my scent. The more she worked, the stronger it got. Then she really embarrassed me. She took some toilet paper and wiped my pussy. She then brought it up and showed me how wet the toilet paper was.
“You really are excited and smell so sweet.”
“Come on, Roxie, please stop. Just hurry and finish the job.”
“Hold still,” she admonished me as I wiggled. “You will make me miss spots if you keep squirming around. I’m trying to do it right.”
I tilted my head up and stared at the ceiling and tried not to react when her knuckles brushed my clit. It knew it was already swollen.
“Roxie,” I said. My voice was tight. “That’s enough. You got it. I can finish,” I told her, and I closed my legs until they were touching each side of her body.
“Almost done.” She rinsed the razor and set it aside. Then she used a warm washcloth. Slow. Thorough. She wiped between my lips, over my clit, down to my ass. I jerked when the cloth dragged across me. “You are so sensitive, and you’re dripping on the towel.”
“I’m not,” I lied. My thighs were trembling. “This is weird. You shouldn’t be— we shouldn’t be doing this. If Nick knew you were shaving me, he’d—”
“He’d get hard,” she said. She dropped the washcloth. Her hands stayed on my thighs. She looked up at me from between my knees. “Spread your legs, Sarah. I want to check and see if I missed anything, and I want to see how wet you are.”
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