She Is
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Chapter 10
Drama Sex Story: Chapter 10 - A saintly yoga wife, her burned-out "nice guy" husband, and a creepy basement janitor slip into one messed-up loop of lust, guilt and voyeurism. This isn’t about cheating, it’s about something worse: when you suddenly realize it turns you on to see your perfect little world get dragged through the mud – and you don’t want it to stop.
Caution: This Drama Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Coercion Consensual Drunk/Drugged NonConsensual Romantic BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Cheating Cuckold Sharing Slut Wife Wife Watching Wimp Husband RAAC DomSub Humiliation Light Bond Rough Spanking Gang Bang Group Sex Swinging Interracial Black Male White Male Oriental Male White Couple Anal Sex Cream Pie Double Penetration Exhibitionism Facial Fisting Masturbation Oral Sex Spitting Squirting Voyeurism Public Sex Prostitution
For a week, Yuri tormented himself, telling himself he could live without that sudden, dirty little stimulant. He tried to have sex with his wife, but though she said nothing, it was obvious that by contrast she was disappointed. It’s better for a blind man never to have seen the sun. As long as Anna had lived for years with their usual below-average sex, she hadn’t needed anything more. But after her husband had really fucked her well twice, he had awakened her appetite. And it was already hard for her to go back to enjoying their old sex.
So in the second week, afraid of disappointing her again, Yuri didn’t even attempt intimacy. More and more he wanted to fuel himself again with that forbidden stimulant. The question “Is it allowed?” turned into “How do I do it?”
The idea came. But it was so wrong, so treacherous toward his beloved, faithful wife that Yuri himself was frightened by the way out he’d found. He waited two days, scared to do something unthinkable. But when Anna herself started seducing him and he felt he wouldn’t be able to perform, Yuri, angry at himself, decided it was time.
To avoid humiliating sex, he pushed his wife down and ... went between her legs. Yes, he went down on her. He buried his mouth in her sex and for a moment drove his wife crazy with a bright orgasm. Not like during their “good” sex, but still a pleasant one. He refused any return favor, saying he was burned out and exhausted from work.
Yuri carried out his criminal plan that night before bed. Annette reached for the light switch, but he stopped her. Trying to speak louder than the heart pounding madly in his chest, Yuri said:
“Ann, wait. Can I ask you for something?”
“What is it, my love?”
“Well ... I told you things are insane at work, everything’s insanely difficult ... at times like this you need any kind of support, some outlet. Which I don’t have. At least not enough. Could you...”
He trailed off.
“Why are you going quiet like you’re about to suggest I kill your coworkers to make things easier for you?” Annette smiled.
“No, though that would be great, they’re driving me nuts,” Yuri laughed nervously. “Could you give me an erotic photo?”
The smile faded from Annette’s face.
“What do you mean, ‘erotic’? We’ve talked about this, I don’t do that...”
“Yeah, we talked - at the start of our relationship,” Yuri scratched the back of his head. “Now, after all these years of marriage, you can trust me.”
“This isn’t about trust. I just don’t like it, okay? I know exactly what you mean by ‘erotic’ - I’m supposed to pose naked, right?”
“Well ... bare breasts would be enough for me...”