Being Remade (Part 6 of Series)
Copyright© 2026 by BethanyBelow
Chapter 13: Fourth Time
True Story Sex Story: Chapter 13: Fourth Time - 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
The streets were wet from a rain I had not noticed falling. I watched the wipers and tried to make my mouth do the confrontation I had been packing since the condoms and since Monday and since the third no in the bathroom.
What came out was not a clean line. What came out was frustration with a slur on it. A poor attempt. The only attempt I had left.
“I’m really fucking mad at you. You know that, right?” I started with a bang.
“You got there just in time ... again,” I said. “The handsome Doctor Steve, well, I am pretty sure he was going to fuck me in the back seat of his car if he drove me home. You saved me ... again. You are becoming a regular knight in shining armor. You keep saving me from strange men taking advantage of me.”
I turned my head on the seat to stare at him with the most challenging look I could muster in my drunken state. “Are you going to take advantage of me now?”
Ask it. Make him pick. If he takes me, I can call him what I called Steve, and I can go back to Mike before going back stops being a door. If he does not, I still do not know what he is.
“No. You are too drunk. I am taking you home and putting you in bed.”
Gentleman. Of course. It was the condoms all over again. The thing that sounds like he is protecting me but later looks like another hand on the switch. It should have comforted me; instead, it made me angrier. He got to be good while I got to be the problem he was managing. I wanted him to slip. I needed him to slip.
We stopped at a light. I leaned over the console until my mouth was close to his jaw.
“What if your whore wants to be taken advantage of?”
My hands found his belt and fumbled. The buckle was harder than it should have been. This was not just horniness. This was a test I was throwing at him because I could not put together a real conversation in my condition. Take advantage of me. Fail in a way I can use. Give me a reason to walk away and go back to Mike before it is too late, before the collar is just jewelry I forget I can take off.
He kissed my forehead, took both of my wrists, and put me back in my seat like I weighed nothing.
“Not tonight, babe.”
The forehead kiss should have softened me. It made me worse. Care, again. Restraint, again. I stayed against the door and felt rejected and protected and could not stand that they were the same gesture.
“Are you mad at me? Because I went out. Because I did not come to your house.”
My tongue tripped. “Is that why you would not let me cum at work?
Punishment. I said no, and you spent the day teaching me what no costs.”
That was the confrontation. Drunk. Crooked. Mine. Say yes. Give me the control in a sentence I can hate enough to leave.
“No,” he said. He kept his eyes on the road. “I had something planned, but it will wait until you are sober.”
Gentleman. Again. I laughed once, ugly, because if I did not laugh, I was going to cry, and I was not giving the dashboard that.
“Why. You could do whatever you wanted right now. I could not stop you. I would not stop you.”
The words kept coming because the test had not produced a fail yet. “You could even stick that big fucking cock of yours in my ass. I know that is what you want. That is where all of this is going. So why don’t you bend me over when we get to my house and break my ass open with your cock.”
Take it. Be the man who takes it from a woman who cannot consent cleanly.
Be the reason I walk. Do not sit there being decent while you spend the day owning my orgasms. Pick a side so I can pick Mike before I cannot.
His hands tightened on the wheel.
“Well, since we are being truthful tonight, yes. I want to fuck your ass. I am going to fuck your ass, but I am not going to take it from you by force or because you are impaired. I want you to beg me to do it, and I want you clear-headed when you do. I am definitely not going to do anything while you are this drunk.”
“I hate anal,” I said, because the truth still knew how to find me. “It is gross. It’s disgusting. I know it will hurt. So maybe now is the best time while I am drunk. It will not be as bad, and you can just do it and get it over with.”
“It does not have to hurt that much. When I take it from you, you are going to love it.”
“That is a giant pile of steaming bullshit.”
I laughed at my own line until I had to wipe my mouth. “I am horny. I need to cum. If you will not fuck me, I will do it myself.”
I shoved my hand down the front of my scrubs. I was soaked and swollen, and my clit was a problem I had been carrying since eight in the morning. I rubbed and looked at him and let the worst of it come out of my mouth because the filter had clocked out with the third shot and because if I could not get him to take me I could at least make him watch me try.
This was the test, still. Push him until the gentleman cracked. Push him until he used me the way the day had felt like being used. Give myself a villain so I could go home to Mike and mean it.
“I want you to fuck your whore. Rip my clothes off. Ram that giant cock into my virgin ass and make me take it. Hold me down, spit on it, and make me say please while you open me up. Come in me so I have to walk tomorrow with you leaking out of a hole I was not supposed to give anybody. Call me your whore, your cunt, your cumslut while you do it. Call me the thing you use when you are done pretending to be sweet and caring. I want your hand in my hair and your other hand on my throat and your cock so deep in my ass I forget my own name. I want you to fuck my face after. I want to taste it. I want you to come on my tongue and make me thank you. I want you to put me on my back and fold me in half and use both holes until I am shaking and stupid. I want Gary to watch. I want Steve to watch. I want you to tell them I am yours while you ruin me.”
“Beth.”
His voice had gone rough. “You are testing my willpower.”
He said testing. He was not wrong. He did not know what I was testing for.
“Good. I am going to break you. Just like you broke me!”
We pulled up in front of my building before I got there. The orgasm hung and went nowhere. Fourth time, I said in frustration, almost yelling, while he came around and opened my door.
“This is the fourth time today I did not get to finish! You should be fined! There should be a review board!”
He picked me up again. I kissed his mouth. I licked his neck. I begged into his skin to fuck me, use me, put me down and take what I was offering. Still the test.
Still the poor confrontation. He got us through the door with my keys because I could not find the hole in the lock. The apartment was dark, Amber’s purse was gone, and Tyler carried me down the hall and laid me on my bed.
“I will be back with some water and Ibuprofen. Stay there and don’t move,” he said.