Being Remade (Part 6 of Series)
Copyright© 2026 by BethanyBelow
Chapter 10: Taking a Stand
True Story Sex Story: Chapter 10: Taking a Stand - The 6th 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 6th story takes place about 6 weeks after I first cheated in what was the "happy time". I was already seeing the control and training taking place and in this story I tried to stand up for myself. 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 Romantic Heterosexual True Story Cheating MaleDom Humiliation Rough Anal Sex Exhibitionism First Masturbation Oral Sex Squirting Voyeurism Doctor/Nurse Public Sex
I woke up in my own bed and opened the picture before I opened anything else.
Me on my knees. Mouth full. I looked until my stomach dropped and my thighs pressed together, which was the whole point of the ritual and also the problem with it. Then I reached for the nightstand.
Lube. Breath. The plug. It went in much easier than it used to. When I stood up, the “full” feeling was not as intense, like my ass was getting used to having something inside it, like it accepted its new role, and for some reason the idea of that made me a little wet, and I told myself that was just morning, which was a lie I did not have time to unpack.
Mike’s text was first. I opened him first on purpose.
Mike: Morning, babe. Still thinking about last night; that was insane. No, you were insane. I love you.
Beth: Good morning, babe! Thank you for last night. You were amazing. I love you too.
I meant it. I also knew what last night’s engine had been, and the guilt sat down next to the words like it had a reserved seat.
Mike: It was wild in the best way. I love you. Have a good shift. The girls are with me tonight, so I will be on early bedtime duty. Call if you need me anyway.
Beth: Love you. Kiss them for me. I am going out with the crew after shift to Murphy’s for some drinks, but don’t plan to stay out too late. I will try not to need any rescuing on a Thursday.
Tyler had already written.
Tyler: I want you to come over after work tonight. I want you here. I want you in my bed. Do not make me wait.
Excited at first, then annoyed, because it did not read like a question. It read like a schedule I had been added to. I sat on the edge of the mattress with the plug seated and the phone warm in my hand and tried to hold both reactions at once.
I thought about the last night at his house. The lights. The food. The way he had talked to me like I was not just a body he had learned how to open. The sweet things he had said when we were done, the ones that made my chest do something I kept calling stupid and that kept happening anyway. I was tired of calling it stupid. What will happen will happen. I was not going to pretend I did not feel it just because feeling it made me a worse person on paper.
Then, without an invitation, an image of Gary in his window arrived in my head.
I was bent over and holding onto a chair in Tyler’s backyard, Tyler behind me, a window I should not have looked at in front, and a man I did not know watching me get fucked like I was a piece of meat, my eyes locked on his while I came. I had been upset; hell, I still was, but it was also a big part of what had helped me unlock the gate Tyler had installed around my orgasms, and just thinking about Gary watching me made me wet.
My vagina seemed to have a mind of its own lately; maybe it was because she was trying to take care of two horny men instead of one, and she had just given up and decided to be wet twenty-four-seven.
“Can you please stop? Can I have one day without having to change panties at work midway through the day? Aren’t you tired of dripping on everything?” I said, looking at my pussy and feeling stupid about it at the same time. God, I thought, I am such a weirdo, sitting here talking to my twat like she can hear me, and will she actually listen and start to behave.
I went back to my original train of thought, Gary watching me, and the feeling of being seen through that last moment of my orgasm had been good in a way; I did not have a clean word to describe it. I sat there and wondered, not for the first time this month, if something was wrong with me. If I was sick. If this was something a person was supposed to take to a professional instead of a nightstand.
I had a therapist. I had been avoiding her since the first night I cheated on Mike. I decided, with the kind of resolve that lasts until the next text, that I needed to schedule the appointment I kept not scheduling.
Then I wrote Tyler back.
Beth: Oh, I want to come over, but I already have plans; I had promised to join my coworkers for drinks after the shift. Normally we do it the last Friday of every month, but because Thanksgiving is coming up in two weeks and people are going to be traveling, we had moved it to tonight.
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