Love, Lies and Punishment (Part 7 of Series)
Copyright© 2026 by BethanyBelow
Chapter 12: Errands
True Story Sex Story: Chapter 12: Errands - 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
He did not text back. A couple of minutes later, the phone rang.
“I am so sorry, babe,” he said. “Emergency work call. I have to go meet clients—a couple of hours. You can stay at the house until I get back. I also have a favor, and I hate that I am asking it right now.”
Annoyance came first, and then the adult part of me showed up, the one that still knew what a job was.
“What do you need?”
“Can you swing by the shoe store at the mall? A pair of dress shoes is waiting. The ones I would have worn got damaged. I ordered new ones but don’t have time to pick them up. Can you grab them for me on your way here?”
“Text me the store and the name,” I said. “I will get them.”
I drove to the mall annoyed and still wet, which is a combination I do not recommend. Walking up to the store, I had the stupid, clear thought that I was having an affair and also running an errand. A Girlfriend errand. A wife errand. Pick up his shoes so he can make a meeting. Suddenly, the sex had very much become a relationship. I did not have a date for it. I had a key, a bracelet, a plug, some earrings, and a box of Oxfords with his name on the ticket.
I got the shoes. I texted him that I had them and I was on the way.
Tyler: Thank you. I couldn’t make this work without you.
The sentence warmed me more than it should have. I let it.
His house was quiet from the outside and not quiet inside. I used the key and found him on the couch in slacks and a designer shirt, jacket and tie over the back of the sofa, phone at his ear, talking strategy with somebody who cared about numbers. He looked up when I came in, and his smile was huge. It melted me on the spot, which I resented and did not fight.
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