Love, Lies and Punishment (Part 7 of Series)
Copyright© 2026 by BethanyBelow
Chapter 31: The Water
True Story Sex Story: Chapter 31: The Water - 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 spray was hot enough to make me hiss and then sigh. He kissed me under it, his hands on my waist and then lower, pulling me in until his cock was hard against my stomach. I kissed him. There was steam, and tile, and his tongue, and mine.
His hand slid between my legs. Two fingers, easy, because I was already wet in a way the shower could not take credit for. He curled them and stroked, thumb on my clit, and I held his shoulders and moaned into his mouth. He did not rush it. He slowly would rock them in, press and drag and then pull out.
He circled, and then he pushed in again, deeper, the heel of his hand rocking against me while the water ran down my back and over the sore skin and made the bruises complain in a way I could not call pleasant.
“Suck me,” he said against my mouth. “Now.”
I sank to my knees.
The tile was hard. The water hit my shoulders and ran into my eyes. I did not care. I took him in my hand, then my mouth, and looked up. That was the point of the angle. He watched. I sucked him slowly at first, tongue under the head, lips tight, then deeper, letting him see me do it. His hand in my wet hair, not forcing like yesterday, but resting gently on my head. I took him to the back of my throat and held his eyes while I did it, because I wanted him to have the picture. His jaw tightened. I moaned around him so he would feel it.
He pulled me up.
Turned me. Both of my hands on the wall. He kicked my feet apart —one, then the other —lined himself up, and pushed in in one long stroke. I was soaked. He filled me and did not give me the slow version.
He fucked me hard.
Really hard. The slap of his hips against my bruised and sore ass, the wet sound of him driving into me, the tile under my palms. I had to lock my arms to stay upright. Each thrust shoved me forward, and I shoved back against the wall so I would not eat it. Again and again he pounded into me. The head of him hit my cervix, causing me to grunt each time. He knew what he was doing and did not apologize. I moaned, and it broke into a yell when he reached around and pinched a nipple, twisted, the shock going straight to where he was slamming into me. His other hand found my clit and rubbed, fast, no patience in it, two fingers slick with me and the water.
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