Love, Lies and Punishment (Part 7 of Series)
Copyright© 2026 by BethanyBelow
Chapter 37: The Nap
True Story Sex Story: Chapter 37: The Nap - 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
“If the interrogation is over,” he said, “I am going to the market and pick us up some steaks for dinner. You had a long night. Why don’t you lie down and take a little nap? I will tell you when I am back.”
“I can come with you.”
“Better if we are not seen together in a market.” He kissed me. “At least not this week.”
“I hate this part,” I said. “The hiding. You are right. I still hate it.”
He kissed me again and left.
I went back to his bed. The sheets smelled like us. I lay on my stomach because my ass let me know she was not interested in any additional pressure at this point, and I thought about our conversation.
I thought about Monday, and Mike, and the girls, and the drive to Los Angeles. A wave of guilt came with it, specific and earned, for what I had done and what I was still doing. I would have a week with them and no Tyler. I could see how that felt. I could make a decision when we got back. Deep down I knew I was ignoring the problem and pushing it to a later date, and I let myself do it anyway, because later is where I put the things I am not brave enough to deal with now.
Then I thought about what he had done for me. The gifts, the monogamy when I was still seeing Mike, the rescues, now two of them, the midnight drive, the couch, the noodles, the folder on my phone so a child would not see me, the backyard, and bringing the date to me. I thought about the way I had treated him while I was drunk, which I was not going to forgive myself for before dinner. What had happened last night with the spanking at the belt made an appearance when I shifted on the bed, and my butt reminded me, but only for a moment. My reflection in the mirror still seemed to be absent, and without her, I was able to push those difficult thoughts aside until a later date when I had “more time” to really consider them correctly.
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