Love, Lies and Punishment (Part 7 of Series)
Copyright© 2026 by BethanyBelow
Chapter 35: The Dildo
True Story Sex Story: Chapter 35: The Dildo - 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
“How well do you remember masturbating with the dildo in your ass?” he said.
I blushed. Of course he would ask it in the living room, in daylight, with the dishes done.
“Extremely well. Unfortunately. My memory is spiteful.”
He laughed. “What did you think about it while you were doing it and then the next day?”
I told him how I had felt the stretch at first, the burn, the way I had gone slow because I was convinced I was about to regret my life, how it had hurt. Not the ripping pain I had been afraid of, but a sharp pain until it was past the tight ring of muscle and then a deep ache, a too-full feeling, the toy thicker than fingers and ruder than the plug. I had kept going because stopping felt like losing an argument with myself. The pleasure had come up under the hurt and then past it.
“The pleasure outweighed the pain,” I said. “I did not expect that. I expected to tap out and lie to you about it.”
“Was it as bad as you were worried it would be?”
“No.”
He asked me to explain the orgasm. I tried. It was difficult, which I resented, because I am a nurse and I can explain worse things before coffee. I had cum without touching my pussy, without touching my clit. I had cum from anal penetration alone.
It had rolled up from somewhere deep, behind the fullness, and broken over me while I was fucking myself with the toy and saying things I was not going to repeat unless he asked, and he was going to ask. I did not know how much of it was physical and how much was mental. The toy. The fact that he was watching. The filth in my own mouth. I could not separate them, and I told him so.
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