Broken Vows - A Cuckold Story (Intro Part - 7 Nick)
Copyright© 2026 by BethanyBelow
Chapter 27: Training
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 27: Training - This is Part 7 of my original story, BROKEN VOWS, which is a cuckold story series with some dark undertones. This story is from Nick's perspective as the husband. 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 NonConsensual Reluctant BiSexual Heterosexual Cheating Cuckold Sharing Wife Watching Wimp Husband DomSub MaleDom Humiliation Spanking Analingus Cream Pie Masturbation Oral Sex Spitting Voyeurism
“Your wife is ours now, Nicky. You need to get used to the idea. The fact you are a cuckold should help. You already know you like it, and you are going to get to see a lot more of this.” She then nodded to where Sarah’s head was now bobbing back and forth on Ryan’s cock.
Roxie’s hand reached over and rested on the front of my pants. She found the shape of my cock and stroked it once through the fabric.
“I knew you would be excited. Just as excited as she was eating her first pussy. Just as excited as she is right now with Ryan’s cock in her mouth. She is going to be even more excited when he fucks her.”
I did not pull away. I stood there and let her hand move while I watched Sarah’s head bob. Ryan’s hand was in her hair now. He was talking to her. I could hear most of it through the open window.
“Good job. Use your tongue more. Touch my balls. Yes. Like that. I want it in your throat. Open up and then swallow when I push in.”
Sarah groaned and grunted around him. He guided his cock deeper, causing her to gag. The loud wet sounds were obscene. He held her there for a few seconds, then let her pull back. Spit connected her lip to the head of his cock. She coughed once and went back down.
Roxie’s hand kept stroking me through my shorts. Slow. Steady. “You can go spend time with Cindy right now if you want. The kids will be fine, and she will take care of you. She learned her role years ago. Or you can stand here and watch your wife get fucked, and I will stroke you until you come. Your choice.”
I stayed, but I asked the question that had been burning in me since the day Roxie had sat me down and shown me the videos of Cindy and me.
“Why ... Why are you doing this to us?”
“Did you ever look at the company financials before you accepted the job, Nick? Have you ever wondered why, in an industry where the average customer retention rate is 48%, your employer hovers at almost 87%? Or why the Company keeps getting privileged trade deals with other countries? Or where the money for all the perks, your new home, the huge new luxury offices, the sports cars, the mansions comes from?” Roxie asked.
“Did you ever wonder why so many of the wives look like supermodels, including your lovely Sarah? Or why the Company insists on including the wives at dinners when they are winning and dining prospective clients, politicians, and other important figures?” she continued.
Suddenly, her questions all made sense. “Are you saying that some of the executives’ wives are basically prostitutes?” A cold dread formed in the pit of my stomach, and I feared what the answer would be. “That the company is buying success by trading the sex of their employees’ wives to clients?”
I watched Sarah gag again. Ryan’s hips kept moving, and she had moved her hands up until they were gripping tightly on his thighs. She was not pulling away.
“No, Nicky, nothing so crass or mundane,” Roxie replied. “Yes, the wives end up seducing most of the decision makers for our new clients, dignitaries, or whomever the Company needs and fucking them, but that is secondary and would not engender the loyalty the Company’s clients show for us. What is important...”
“Are the videos you take,” I cut in.
“Bingo. You are smarter than you look.”
“So you are blackmailing your clients, just like you are blackmailing Sarah and me. They overpay you and never leave because they don’t want to risk exposing their leadership, and you do the same thing with politicians or leaders to secure your deals overseas.”
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