Love, Lies and Punishment (Part 7 of Series)
Copyright© 2026 by BethanyBelow
Chapter 46: The Square
True Story Sex Story: Chapter 46: The Square - 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
We ate and drank and laughed. The fire pit did its job keeping me warm even though I was wearing almost nothing while the wine did the rest. I would forget, in stretches, that I was full of rubber, and then I would shift, and my decision would come back and confront me with a deep throb.
“This is wonderful,” I said. “The steak, the lights, you. I am really enjoying it. I hope you do not make it weird.”
“I would never.”
“You would. You are.”
He smiled like he knew what I was feeling and was letting me keep the name of it. The music changed. A little louder. He stood and held out a hand.
“Would you care to dance?”
I looked around the yard. Then I remembered the black square, and a sudden realization struck me. It was a dance floor. He had put out a dance floor for me in November. The blush on my face was not embarrassment this time. It was due to the size of the effort. Love for this man moved through me, huge and inconvenient, and the argument tried to stand up. You are leaving with Mike on Monday; you don’t get to feel like this. I felt it anyway.
“You put down a floor.”
“The square was not a mystery. It was an invitation.”
“Yes. I would love to.”
Dancing with the plug was a challenge, but I tried. He held me close, and every turn shifted it, a slow grind inside my ass that was not discomfort anymore but a gentle grinding pleasure and translated to heat between my legs. I knew I was wet enough to ruin the inside of the dress. The music picked up, and our dancing became more intense, his thigh between mine, my hips answering, small involuntary moans kept escaping my mouth as the plug moved with us until I was more turned on than a backyard in November had any right to make me.
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