Losing Myself (Part 5 of Series)
Copyright© 2026 by BethanyBelow
Chapter 13: Friday
True Story Sex Story: Chapter 13: Friday - The 5th in my Infidelity series about how I cheated on my BF, got involved with with the guy I cheated with for 6.5 months and what started as a mistake, became an affair and then slowly turned into my loss of self and degradation. This 5th story takes place about a month after I first cheated in what was the "happy time" but I was already seeing the control and training taking place. Be sure to read the previous stories for this to make sense.
Caution: This True Story Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Coercion Consensual Reluctant Heterosexual True Story Cheating MaleDom Humiliation Rough Spanking Analingus Cream Pie Exhibitionism Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Spitting Squirting Water Sports Public Sex
I woke up naked because I had kicked the covers off in the night like a woman with no thermostat.
I was horny, and I filmed a video for Tyler before I even got up to get coffee, which should be illegal.
The camera caught my bed, my hair, my purple dildo working in and out of me. It went glossy almost immediately.
“Good morning,” I said to the lens, voice still wrecked from Thursday. “I woke up thinking about last night. About how good you fucked me. I cannot stop myself, and this imitation does not compare to your gorgeous cock, which is an unhinged sentence to say before breakfast, and I am saying it anyway.”
I showed him the dildo sliding in and out of me, the cream along the shaft.
“That is from thinking about you does to me. I am going to come, and then I am using booty call tonight, so try to hydrate.”
I came on the recording with my knees up. Then I pulled the toy out and licked it clean on camera, slow, looking at the lens, feeling ridiculous and filthy and very awake.
I sent it.
“You are perfect. I will be waiting at my house. Do not be too late.”
At work, he wanted pictures first. Two fingers in my ass. Same bathroom. Same lock. I sent them with my jaw tight.
Then:
“Now masturbate. Both hands. Two fingers in your ass. Two in your pussy. Record it. When you are done, record yourself cleaning the fingers from both hands with your mouth.”
I stared at the message until the screen dimmed.
I did not want to do that.
I was also turned on by how dirty it was, which felt like a manufacturing defect. I thought about saying no. I heard his argument anyway, already assembled: I had put my tongue in him. He had put his in me as well as his thumb, and I had my fingers in there and, of course, the plug. This was not different. I stood in a work bathroom and argued his points for him, silently, like a defense attorney for my own humiliation, and then I lost the case on purpose.
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