Broken Vows - A Cuckold Story (Intro Part - 7 Nick)
Copyright© 2026 by BethanyBelow
Chapter 29: Cleaning Up
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 29: Cleaning Up - 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
Ryan pulled his trunks back on and looked down at Sarah. She had sunk back onto her stomach on the rug, breathing hard, one arm stretched out like she was trying to push herself up again but had run out of strength. Cum continued to leak out of her and ran down the inside of her thigh onto the rug. A small puddle was already forming under her.
“Stay there,” Ryan said. His voice was calm. “Don’t move yet.”
He turned and walked out of the living room. Sarah did not answer. She just lay there. Her shoulders moved with each breath. After a few seconds, the breathing changed. It hitched. Then I heard the sound. Soft at first. Then louder. She was crying. Not the quiet kind. The kind that shook her whole body. Sobs. Real ones.
My chest went tight. I wanted to go to her. The urge was sharp and immediate. She was on the floor of someone else’s living room with another man’s cum leaking out of her, and she was crying, and I was still standing outside the window with dried cum on my face from Roxie’s hand. A husband was supposed to be inside already. He was supposed to have stopped it before it got this far. I had not. Instead, I had watched. I had cum. And now she was sobbing on the rug, and I was hard again.
Ryan came around the corner of the house. He looked relaxed. Like he had just finished a workout. I felt the anger rise. It was clean and intense for about three seconds. Then the relief hit under it. The ordeal was over. At least this part of it. He was out of her. She was still on the floor, but he was not on top of her anymore.
Roxie looked at Ryan and smiled. “That was lovely. She has a lot of work to do, though. She is not where we need her yet.”
Ryan chuckled. “She will get there.”
Roxie turned to me. Her eyes went to the front of my jeans, then back to my face. “Go inside. Comfort your wife. Make her presentable. You might even want to get down between her legs. She is a mess. You should clean her up.”
I stared at her. The suggestion landed like a slap. Clean her up with my mouth. After Ryan had just finished inside her, I felt the heat climb my neck. I also felt my cock twitch. The two things arrived at the same time, and I hated both.
“Go,” Roxie said. “She needs you.”
I went.
The living room smelled like sex. The odor was strong and prevalent. Sarah was still on the floor. She heard the door and turned her head. Her face was wet from her tears and the mess from earlier. The cum she had eaten out of Roxie, along with the other fluids, had mixed with the spit from the blowjob she had given Ryan, and the entire mess was smeared across her mouth and chin. I had never seen Sarah look this ruined, this destroyed. Her eyes went wide with panic when she saw me.
“Oh, my God. Nick. Oh my God, no. You can’t see me like this.”
Her voice cracked on the last word. She tried to push herself up. Her arms shook. She got to her elbows and stopped. The jeans were still around one ankle. The rest of her was bare. Cum was still leaking out of her onto the rug.
I crossed the room and knelt beside her. “It’s all right.”
“No,” she said. “It’s not. Don’t look at me. Please don’t look at me.”
I put my hand on her back. She flinched, then leaned into it. I kissed her temple. Then her cheek. The tears were warm. I tasted salt and something else. I did not pull away.
“I love you,” I said.
She made a broken sound. “How can you love me? Look at me. Look at what happened. Look at what I’ve done. You can’t love me. Not after this.”
“I do.” The words came out steady. I was not sure how. “Everything will be okay.”
I was not sure that was true. I said it anyway. I got an arm under her shoulders and another under her knees and lifted her. She was light. She always had been. She did not fight me. She just cried against my chest while I carried her the few steps to the couch and set her down. Her jeans were still caught on one foot. I left them. She sat there naked from the waist down, thighs parted because she did not have the strength to close them, Ryan’s cum still sliding out of her and onto the cushion. She looked at it and made another small, helpless sound.
I sat beside her. She turned into me and held on. Her arms went around my neck. She was shaking. I held her and let her cry. After a minute, she pulled back enough to look at me.
“I’m sorry,” she said. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t—I tried to—I don’t know what happened. I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay.” I kissed her. Soft. On the mouth. She tasted like salt and Roxie and something thicker. She kissed me back. It was messy and wet, and she was still crying.
“I love you,” I said again against her mouth. “It’s okay.”