She Is 2
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 Facial Fisting Masturbation Oral Sex Spitting Squirting Voyeurism Public Sex Prostitution
He woke in darkness, dense and absolute. In it he heard groans of pain and felt the heat of fire.
Am I in hell? Omar thought in terror. As a child, his mother had taught him to believe in Allah. At the same time, she’d taught him a blind, bottomless fear of the Creator. God is one of the oldest professions in the world, and part of His job is to punish sinners. Years passed; the old man learned to ignore Allah, to forget about Him. And now this hellish darkness reminded him that he was a sinner destined for eternal torment...
But little by little the fear that was freezing his body loosened its grip. Omar realized that in the dark he could make out the outlines of a room, that the heat came not from fire but from his sick body, and that the groans were a sign of pleasure, not pain. It became obvious that in the next room someone was fucking Annette. In an instant the old man moved from hell to paradise.
Despite the aches in his body, he jumped up and moved - like a sailor walking toward the song of the sirens - toward the room from which Annette’s moans were coming.
Oh, I’m shaking as I tell You this. The devil was walking toward the angel at her most vulnerable, intimate moment, when she was giving herself to her lawful husband, just as a wife is supposed to...
That night Yuri had an erection. He’d received his dose of stimulant in the form of another man kissing his wife and could stop worrying about his problems in bed. What’s more, he even put Annette on all fours. The beauty was surprised; he rarely took her in that position, but the filth he’d absorbed from the old man had also given him a dose of confidence.
Yuri didn’t hurry. He fucked her at his leisure, for his own pleasure, replaying again and again the image of his wife kissing another man, and the way Omar had once said that “all the women around here are sluts.” Yuri pushed himself over a line he’d never crossed before in how he thought of his wife. During sex he began, silently, to call her a slut, and his reward was an almost painful pleasure spreading through his whole body, as if that body were transforming into something new. In reality, it wasn’t his shell that was transforming - it was him.
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