She Is
Copyright© 2025 by RogueTen
Chapter 9
Drama Sex Story: Chapter 9 - 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
Annette’s husband was in shock after that day. He couldn’t make sense of what had happened. When the arousal faded, hurt and pain took its place.
My wife swallowed another man’s semen! The irreversibility of what he’d done tormented him. The sword of guilt and shame hung over him like the Sword of Damocles. Yuri realized that from now on he would always remember how Anna swallowed the janitor’s seed under his own guidance. That he had broken something pure and untouched, something you must never break. But the more Yuri tortured himself with these thoughts, the more secretly aroused he became. Soon the memory of that shameless, treacherous pleasure - pleasure turned against himself - began to overshadow his pain and resentment. It was as if Yuri had tried a hard drug. And of course, a vague desire arose to commit the crime again. To repeat the feeling.
But the old man, as if on purpose, stopped showing up. One day, however, Yuri noticed that the door at the back of the building was open. That was where the janitor went down to the basement and the utility rooms. Quietly, Yuri stepped inside and found himself in front of metal grates.
From below, he heard Omar’s voice.
“I’m telling you, brother, that’s exactly how it is!”
Apparently, the immigrant was talking on the phone. There were long pauses between his phrases.
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