Broken Vows - a Cuckold Story (Intro Part - 6 Sarah)
Copyright© 2026 by BethanyBelow
Chapter 20: Kiss In the Pool
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 20: Kiss In the Pool - 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
The next day, two days before the Fourth of July. Nick, the kids, and I went over to Ryan and Roxie’s as she had instructed me to spend the day at the pool.
Before going over, I showed Nick my new bikini, and I showed him my new shaved pussy. Roxie was right. He loved both surprises. I teased him and told him maybe tonight he could enjoy what was underneath the bikini. I could tell he was excited and hopeful I had finally come out of the funk I had been suffering since the night I met Alan.
When we got to Roxie’s, I started drinking wine to try to numb myself and calm all the confusion I was feeling. As a result, I began to feel loose, happy, and buzzed. My concerns got pushed aside.
At one point, Ryan was pacing around the backyard on a business call, oblivious to the world. Nick was lying asleep on a sun lounge, with Cindy on her stomach in the lounge next to him, also asleep. The kids were out of the pool playing in a sand pit that Roxie had bought them, and Roxie had just joined me a few minutes ago. I had seen bright red handprints on Roxie’s ass when she had walked back and had asked her what the hell happened to her butt. She told me to join her, and she went into the pool. Once we were in the water, I listened as she told me what she and Ryan had done only a few minutes earlier.
“We were in the living room,” Roxie said, her voice low and casual like she was talking about the weather. “I was giving Ryan a blowjob, and he pulled me up, bent me over the arm of the couch, and just shoved his cock into me. No warm-up. Just hard and deep. I was already so wet from watching him walk around all afternoon in those shorts. He fucked me like he was trying to break the couch or break me. His hand came down on my ass so hard I saw stars. Then again. And again. He kept spanking me while he pounded into me. I was moaning so loud I was sure someone would hear, but that just made it hotter. He told me I was his dirty little slut and that I needed to take every inch. I pushed back on him and came so hard my legs shook. He didn’t stop. He just kept fucking pounding me, telling me to give him more. When he finished, I spun around and dropped to my knees and finished sucking him off. He got half a load inside me and half in my mouth. He usually cums so much, and this time was no exception. I got at least two or three thick ropes of cum in my mouth, and I swallowed as much as I could. Some of it ran down my chin. He even pushed the head back in and made me clean him. I could still taste myself on him when he finished.”
I stood there in the water, face burning, unable to believe what I was hearing. My stomach flipped. The image of Roxie on her knees, swallowing Ryan’s cum after he had just been inside her, made my face heat so hard I felt dizzy. I blurted out, “Oh my god. Were you not petrified someone would catch you?”
Roxie smiled, the water lapping at her chest. “If someone had, it would have only made the sex even better.”
I could not understand. “What do you mean?”
“I like it when other people watch Ryan and me,” she said simply. “I’m an exhibitionist. The idea of getting caught, of someone seeing us, makes everything better, hotter. It is similar to how you and Nick felt the nights we went dancing, and you still refuse to admit it to yourself. But instead of just getting off on Ryan watching me, I get off on other people watching me too. Has anyone ever caught you during sex?”
I answered immediately. “No. Never.” But even as the words left my mouth, I thought back to the night outside the party house with James, the way I had come so hard against the siding while people watched through the window, the shame that had hit me when I saw their phones. I thought of that every time I touched myself when I was alone.
“Well, that is not true,” I said after a moment, my voice smaller. “There was one time,” I told her about James. About the grass, the wall, the people in the window. My face stayed hot the whole time. I could not look at her.
Roxie listened, then smiled. “That was an extremely hot and sexy story. How did that make you feel to find out you were being watched?”
“I was mortified,” I said. “Embarrassed and humiliated.”
“Did you ever think about it afterward?” she asked. “Did it excite you at all?”
I nodded, unable to meet her eyes. “Sometimes. When I ... when I am alone. It comes back.”
Roxie reached out and squeezed my shoulder under the water. “It’s fine. Nothing to be embarrassed or humiliated over. It’s normal and healthy. Lots of people enjoy being watched. If you had been watching me and Ryan fuck just a little bit ago, I probably would have cum one or two more times.”
I could not believe she had said that. I pushed her shoulder in a friendly, joking way. “You are so naughty.”
We both laughed, but I could not help imagining what it would have been like to watch them. To see Ryan spank her and fuck her hard until she came. The thought made my nipples tight against the wet fabric of my bikini top.
I told her it sounded so insane, something I could never do. “You must be lying.”
Roxie tilted her head. “You think I’m really lying? Because I can prove it happened.”
“How?” I asked. “It is so crazy it can’t be true.”
Roxie moved closer to me in the water. One hand grabbed my ass under the surface and pulled me in. The other hand went behind my head and pulled me close. Her lips met mine, open, hot, wet, and her tongue pushed into my mouth. I froze, utterly shocked, but I did not pull back. Her tongue worked around mine. Unlike the night at the bar when the kiss was passionate and strong, or yesterday when we were both at the peak of sexual tension, this kiss was slow and deliberate, her tongue rolling around my tongue and my mouth. I could taste the wine we had been drinking. And under it, something else. Something thick and bitter and familiar. It took me a second to place it. It was something I had almost never tasted during my life, but the flavor was distinct. I knew it immediately for what it was. I could taste Ryan’s cum.
My body stayed still against hers. The water moved around us. Ryan was still on his call somewhere in the backyard. Nick was still asleep on the lounge. The kids were laughing in the sand pit. And Roxie’s tongue was in my mouth, carrying the proof of what she had just told me. I tasted it, and I did not stop the kiss.
As Roxie started to pull back, I leaned forward as if my body didn’t want the kiss to end. I saw her face was flushed, and her pupils were dilated. She looked hungry, and I knew that if I could see myself, I must have looked the same. Just like yesterday, I did not know how to process that information because part of me wanted to scream, part of me wanted to break down and cry, and part of me wanted her to kiss me again.