Losing Myself (Part 5 of Series)
Copyright© 2026 by BethanyBelow
Chapter 14: Saturday
True Story Sex Story: Chapter 14: Saturday - 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
Saturday belonged to Mike and the girls, and I tried to give it to them with both hands.
His house in daylight was crayons, socks, and the chaos of two kids who believed glue was a food group. We made crowns. The younger one’s listed heavily to the left. The older one told me my glitter-to-paper ratio was all wrong, which I chose to take as praise. We watched “Frozen” for the millionth time while I sang the parts I knew. Mike kept looking at me like this was the life, and for whole stretches of an hour I almost fit inside it.
I seemed like myself. I laughed at the right times. I let them paint my nails a color visible from space. Inside, my mind kept sliding back to Thursday. To the belt. To the mirror. To the fact that I had come from being hit across the ass with leather while I counted. I still could not believe it. The disbelief did not make it untrue.
We dropped the girls at his ex’s in the late afternoon. The handoff was polite and practiced. In the car after, Mike squeezed my knee.
“Danny’s get-together tonight. You still good?”
“I am good. I might even wear heels tonight. Personal growth.”
He laughed. We got ready at his place. I put on a dress that made me look like a woman who went to bars with friends and not a woman who had licked a dildo on camera for another man. I practiced a face in his mirror that could survive a room full of people who knew both of them.
The bar was their place; it was loud, with dim lighting, with about twenty of Mike and Tyler’s friends, plus partners drafted into the social obligation, mixed in with who must have been the usual patrons. Pool tables in the back—a special involving tequila and beer chasers. I drank slowly. I smiled. Mike’s hand found the small of my back when someone jostled past, protective without making a speech about it.
He got pulled into a game.
Tyler walked past me on the way to nowhere that required that path, close enough that his sleeve brushed my arm.
“Meet me in the bathroom in five minutes.”
He did not look at me when he said it. He kept walking like we had not spoken.
My heart slammed so hard I felt it in my teeth. I looked at Mike. He was lining up a shot, face intent, friends talking shit, completely inside the game. I waited a minute. Then another. Then I set my drink down and went down the hall like a woman looking for a bathroom, which I was, in the worst sense.
The unisex door was open. Tyler stood inside. As I walked up, he reached out, grabbed my wrist, and pulled me in, locking the door, and then kissed me, as the week’s activities had only been a fuse.
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