Love, Lies and Punishment (Part 7 of Series)
Copyright© 2026 by BethanyBelow
Chapter 23: The Massage
True Story Sex Story: Chapter 23: The Massage - 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 laid me on my stomach; my body was still shaking, my eyes still watered, my ass was still on fire. His mouth found my back as he began to kiss me. His hands rubbed something cool onto my ass, and for a second the cool was an insult, because the skin felt like it was still on fire. Then the lotion took. The burn stepped down from a scream to a throb.
I tried to understand why I had said no when he asked if it was enough, why I had stood there and taken it. Why had I allowed it to continue? Why had I thanked him with a mouthful of his cum like he had given me a gift? The thoughts would not hold. They slid off. I had the guilt, and the shame, and the joy of being called a good girl, and the orgasm, and the floor, and I could not get a grasp on any of it long enough to judge it. It was like my mind was fractured and I had reverted to an earlier time when I was younger, and something similar had ruined my life and set me on the path I now seemed to be stuck on repeating.
“Your ass is going to be very bruised and hurt for a while. The pain will remind you of your promise to me. You’ll have to keep the bruises hidden from Mike the next week while you are with him. You will either have to put him off, suck him off, or figure out a way to keep your activities confined to the dark.”
I nodded my head silently, shame mixed with fear of what Mike would do if he discovered what I knew would be a lattice of bruises across my ass. Humiliation raised its ugly head that I was now taking directions on my sex life with Mike from Tyler. The worst thought, though, was about Sunday: I would have to return home, and I would have to keep it somehow hidden from Amber until I left Monday morning with Mike and the kids for Los Angeles. If she suspected, if she saw, if she found out, the truce would not just end; it would become a war without prisoners, and everything would become public. I realized at that moment that I would have to now lie to her as well and that admission was crushing.
He finished with the lotion. Then oil. He started at my feet.
His thumbs probed into the arches in slow, deep circles. He moved to my ankles, my legs, and then calves. When his mouth was near a place, he kissed it. The inside of an ankle. The back of a knee. I sighed. The argument lost to his hands. He worked up my thighs, careful at the edges of the welts, and then my ass itself, gentle, oil over skin that was still hot. It hurt, and it felt good. I gasped. He kissed the small of my back and kept going.
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