She Is
Copyright© 2025 by RogueTen
Chapter 7
Drama Sex Story: Chapter 7 - 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
“I don’t get it — what are you doing here?” Yuri asked Omar bluntly, right after hugging his wife.
“Yuri, what’s with the tone?” Annette hissed at him. “This is Omar, I invited him over.”
“The janitor? What for? We’ve got a robot vacuum.”
“Yuri!!! Cut it out!” Annette snapped. “Omar had ... trouble with some local punks, I chased them off and invited him in for tea.”
“You’ve had your tea? Then Omar can leave now.”
Annette stared at her husband in shock. She was used to seeing him only in the role of her loving partner and had never really imagined what he was like with subordinates or with people from ‘lower’ social circles. His rudeness and arrogance made her flinch.
“What’s wrong with you?” she whispered.
“Ann, you brought an undocumented guy from the basement into our home,” Yuri hissed back. “Are you out of your mind?”
“Why ‘from the basement’?” she faltered.
“Because he lives there, Ann. He doesn’t have proper housing. He’s not even officially employed, and he’s living in our building’s basement.”
Annette looked at the old man in surprise.
Who exactly did I bring into our home? ... she thought. But a moment later her pity grew even stronger. He really was completely lost, like an overgrown child in a foreign country — defenseless against the teens, his employer, the laws of the country he lived in ... and against Yuri...
“Promise me you won’t talk to him that way,” Annette said sternly to her husband. “Whatever he is, he’s a guest. A janitor might actually do more good for people than some salesman or speculator you’d respect. And as for living in the basement ... life throws all kinds of curves. You’ve never walked a mile in his shoes, so don’t look down on him.”
“I don’t care about him at all,” Yuri said. “I just want him gone.”
“I promised I’d show him some yoga exercises and teach him the basics of meditation,” Annette admitted.
“You promised what? Why would a janitor need your yoga?”
“Why wouldn’t he? He’s still a person, isn’t he? Yoga is for everyone, actually. You said you understood that.”
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