Love, Lies and Punishment (Part 7 of Series)
Copyright© 2026 by BethanyBelow
Chapter 24: Us
True Story Sex Story: Chapter 24: Us - 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 got rid of the rest of his clothes. Then he was over me, weight on his forearms, and he kissed me while he fit himself to me. The head slid through my lips and pushed in slowly. After the belt, every nerve was close to the surface. He filled me in one long stroke and stopped, buried, kissing me. My ass complained against the sheet. I wrapped my legs around him anyway.
We were not fucking; we were moving together in unison. A roll of his hips and a lift of mine that met in the middle, again, again. His mouth on mine while every inch of him was dragging out and then coming back in. My clit caught his body on the downstroke. If someone had been in the doorway, they would have thought we were dancing. One body moving on the bed. I came with my eyes on his, his command to cum vanishing into the air after he had spoken it. It was a long, hard orgasm, and he kept the same rhythm without pause. He did not chase his own finish; he stayed moving in me, moving with me.
I pushed at his shoulder. He let me roll him. I sat up on his cock, and the welts met his thighs painfully. I rode him slow anyway, circling so he stayed deep. This is the most perfect sex I have ever had, I thought, and I did not take it back. This was us.
Another orgasm started, lazier, deeper. He looked up at me.
“Can you feel that?”
“Feel what?”
“Can you feel us?”
I groaned. I had been thinking it. I kissed him, still full of him, and said it against his mouth. “Yes. I can feel it.”
I came riding him. Ground down. Cried out into his neck while he thrust up to meet me. When it passed, I was shaking and not done.
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