Love, Lies and Punishment (Part 7 of Series)
Copyright© 2026 by BethanyBelow
Chapter 11: The Experiment
True Story Sex Story: Chapter 11: The Experiment - The 7th story in my Infidelity series about how I cheated on my BF, got involved 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 7th story takes place about 7 weeks after I first cheated. 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 Reluctant Romantic Heterosexual True Story Cheating BDSM DomSub MaleDom Humiliation Rough Spanking Anal Sex Cream Pie Enema Exhibitionism Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Squirting Water Sports Public Sex
The Uber driver was an older Middle Eastern man in a neat shirt, with a pine tree dangling from the mirror that had given up on smelling like pine. He glanced at me in the rearview when I got in. Then again at the first light. Then again. My nipples were doing the announcing. I felt his look land and, God help me, I liked it.
A stranger. A man who would never have a chance on a normal day, likely wishing for fifteen minutes alone with me in a dark alley, if he were the kind of man who thought in alleys. I did not know what he was thinking. I supplied it anyway. The thrill was cheap and immediate, and I scolded myself for it in the same breath.
You are such a slut, I thought. You are in an Uber inventing a fantasy about a man who is trying to make a left turn. Get a life.
I texted Tyler.
Beth: On my way to the car. The driver keeps looking at me. I will be at your place after.
Tyler: I am home. Tell me what you are wearing.
Beth: Button blouse, no bra, and a skirt that is probably too short. It does not help that my nipples are hard, which is not my fault and is also the reason I am getting a tour of the rearview mirror.
Tyler: Are you wet?
Beth: No.
Tyler: Check.
Beth: I cannot check. If I put a hand up my skirt, he is going to get a second show, and I am trying to arrive at my car with one humiliation, not two.
Tyler: Have you always been this much of an exhibitionist?
Beth: I am not an exhibitionist. I am a nurse in a bad blouse.
Tyler: You liked Gary watching. Do not rewrite that.
Heat climbed my face. I could see it in the window.
Beth: That was different. It would have been just as good without him. Maybe better.
Tyler: I do not believe you.
The driver looked again. Longer. I told Tyler.
Tyler: Then we are going to experiment. Unbutton the top button.
Beth: I cannot do that.
Tyler: You can. Do it.
I waited until his eyes were on the road. My fingers didn’t seem to want to work, but I finally managed to get the button to come open. The blouse gaped enough that the curve of my breasts was no longer a theory. I was worked up, and I knew my face was red enough to be a diagnosis.
Beth: Done. I look like I am about to be asked to leave a restaurant. I am also, unfortunately, excited. I want that on the record so you cannot claim you invented it.
Tyler: You are excited because you are an exhibitionist. I already told you.
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