Love, Lies and Punishment (Part 7 of Series)
Copyright© 2026 by BethanyBelow
Chapter 40: The Plug
True Story Sex Story: Chapter 40: The Plug - 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 other box held the new plug. I had ordered it to be a little larger, but I guess I hadn’t fully understood the listing. Tyler’s was metal, small, about two inches, an inch across at its widest, a blue gem, cute in the way a dangerous object can be cute if it is jewelry. The new one I held in my hand was hard rubber. It was more than twice as long as the one Tyler had given me, but length wasn’t the problem. I had been able to get my dildo into its base twice now. The problem was the width. At its widest, it was at least twice the one I knew. I held it and felt my courage sit down.
I took a deep breath and strengthened my resolve, or perhaps stubbornness is a better word, wearing resolve’s coat. I was open from the enema, so if there was a time, it was now. I coated the plug in lube, and then I coated myself in lube. More than I thought I needed, and then added more just to be sure.
Getting it in was a fight. The tip breached, and the wideness behind it did not negotiate. It hurt. There is no other way to describe it. The stretch made me stop, breathe, curse my own stupidity, question my sanity, then bear down the way the podcast had said and try again. Slowly, the hard rubber pushed its way inside —half an inch —I paused to take another deep breath, then bore down again and pushed—an inch, and another pause. I was now at the widest part, and I cursed myself for looking at the listing on Amazon without truly understanding the measurements. I questioned whether it was impossible, until it wasn’t. I felt the width popping past the ring of tight muscle with a sensation that was pain and shock and then a sudden seated fullness when the neck narrowed, and my body closed behind it. I stayed bent over the sink sweating and swearing. It was in.
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