She Is 2
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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 Facial Fisting Masturbation Oral Sex Spitting Squirting Voyeurism Public Sex Prostitution
Naturally, later that night the couple had intense, vivid sex. The beauty marveled at her husband’s rock-solid erection. Only sometimes, against her will, did she wonder what it would be like to feel inside her an erect cock of a larger size ... like Omar’s, for example. But such thoughts never stayed long in her bright little head.
After sex, exhausted Annette fell asleep. Yuri slipped on his briefs, got up quietly and went to the shower. Stepping into the hallway, he noticed the immigrant sitting in the living room.
“Why aren’t you resting?” Yuri asked. “You need sleep - sleep’s better than any pills.”
“Somehow it only gets worse when I try to fall asleep,” Omar complained.
“And I slept during the day already...”
“Well, suit yourself,” Yuri shrugged. “We can always find you something to help you sleep if you need it.”
“Thank you.”
Yuri went to the shower. Standing under the water, he remembered how the old man had been touching himself in excitement while watching Annette. He had looked like a dog that’s scented a bitch in heat.
Omar’s desire, aimed at Anna, was so strong that only she, with her purity, could fail to notice it.
A heretical idea came into Yuri’s head, making his groin ache and lightning flash through his mind.
“No, no, no, I’m not going to do that...” he whispered to himself.
But the temptation was so great. Annette slept deeply ... Yuri couldn’t believe himself - was he really capable of doing this to her? On the other hand ... tomorrow the immigrant might already feel better. There might be no other chance. A unique opportunity to commit a terrible sin and betrayal. Yuri felt like a man standing at the edge of an abyss, hearing its inexorable call. After all, the flight is so beautiful...
It seems strange that such a weak and pitiful enemy could defeat Yuri.
But the problem, in truth, wasn’t Omar at all - it was his defeat by himself. Our external enemy is never as important or as dangerous as our own inner weakness.
... After ten minutes of pacing and wrestling with the sweet temptation, Yuri sat down in the living room next to the immigrant. He looked the old man in the eye for the first time as an accomplice - as someone doing the same deed with him. Yuri was once again turning to his left side.
“Omar, go to bed.”
“I really don’t want to...”
“I said go to bed,” Yuri ordered coldly. He was angry at the immigrant for being such a temptation, one he couldn’t handle. “I don’t want to be breathing your virus in here. You’ve been sitting with us all evening instead of isolating. And open the window before you go.”
Stunned by the sudden harshness, the old rooster who’d been strutting all day now tucked his tail between his legs again.
“Of course...” he said quietly, and walked to the window.
“And wipe that look off your face while you’re at it. Just so you remember, you’re only here thanks to Anna. As far as I’m concerned, you should be sick in your basement. Or at least not brazen enough to sit out here instead of in your room. We’re not your friends or your family - don’t abuse our kindness.”
“Got it,” the crushed old man bleated, really sounding like the little goat the kids had nicknamed him.
“That’s better. I like to sit alone at night by the open window and watch a movie for an hour or two,” Yuri said, ostentatiously opening his laptop. He said it on purpose, so Omar would know how long he’d be in the living room. All that remained was to hope the immigrant would take the hint - because Yuri had left his sleeping wife completely naked.