She Is 3
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 White Female Oriental Male White Couple Anal Sex Cream Pie Double Penetration Exhibitionism Facial Fisting Masturbation Oral Sex Spitting Squirting Voyeurism Public Sex Prostitution
The world is built on conflicts. Whoever denies conflict ends up unarmed -- and defeated. Which is why the devil’s best invention is to convince us he doesn’t exist.
Annette preached Eastern philosophy. In her universe there was no devil as something separate: everything, to the cosmic beauty’s gaze, was one light and -- if you like -- one God. In other people’s eyes she saw herself. She believed that separation is the greatest fraud, that all of us are the original and continuing ONE.
Yes, she loved criticizing ordinary folk, but in that criticism, there was more pleasure in herself and her own specialness than any desire to change anything. She stayed out of politics. It’s hard to raise a revolt among people for whom everything in the world is “good.”
And it was precisely this way of looking at life and people that made her vulnerable to scoundrels like Omar -- to the ancient, cunning, wriggling enemies of noble souls.
... Annette went to the bathroom after Yuri. He had announced he wanted to “relax” -- in other words, to engage in a soul-ripping bout of masturbation that gave him two orgasms and nearly robbed him of the ability to think logically. In any case, thinking logically is harmful when you’re walking the path of sexual, narcotic intoxication.
After him, the long-waiting Annette went in. She had to air the room out from the steam her husband had built up. The beauty, unlike her depraved husband, truly just wanted to relax -- as in the old good days, without yoga and meditation, surrendering all the work to hot water.
“I’ll make bubbles, put on a lecture, and throw this whole fog out of my head. I’m too impressionable.”
By “fog,” of course, Annette meant her new fixation on Omar’s cock. His nakedness had affected her strongly. More strongly than Yuri imagined.
Omar lay low, watching Annette’s preparations for her bath with careful attention. He noticed that out of habit she hadn’t closed the door. The spouses were used to living without doors, without shutting each other out.
Half an hour later, when Yuri went out to take the trash (Annette had forgotten again), Omar decided: here was his chance.
When he opened the door, the calm voice from Annette’s phone was saying: “If you haven’t yet found your one hundred percent calling, try simply doing something for other people...”
Annette was standing in a tub full of foam, washing her body. Her hands moved over clean skin, spreading suds. And yet even through the bubbles Omar could clearly make out the mound of her pubic hair and the tips of her nipples.
“Ah!” Annette cried and jerked down into the water. Spray burst up like a fountain. Shame -- heavy as the sky -- pinned her to the bottom of the tub, leaving only her face above the surface. “Have you lost your mind -- walking in without knocking?!”
“Oh -- little one, you’re in here!”
“Yes, Omar, you’re very observant. At least I’m not in other places -- so I must be here,” she snapped with nasty sarcasm.
“I thought, for some reason, Yuri was still in the bath,” Omar said, scratching his belly. “When I fell asleep, he was washing.”
Annette’s face -- red with shame and outrage -- softened a little.
“Just ... just knock. Do you need the toilet? I can step out.”
“No, that’s not required at all, little one,” Omar said, and after making sure the door was closed behind him, he walked over to the toilet. “I’m not shy.”
“Some of us are --” Annette began, then stopped, stunned. She heard the old barbarian begin to urinate and her words lost all meaning.
“My father never closed the bathroom door!” the old man said, already shaking his cock. Annette grimaced as a couple of drops flew onto the tank lid. “When I grew up, I was surprised people in so many families lock themselves up just to do what’s natural.”
“This ... oh...” Annette couldn’t even form an answer, because she saw the old man’s erection again. It looked even bigger than before. The lecturer kept talking from the phone, but those words suddenly felt so small and unimportant next to Omar’s huge penis.
Knowing perfectly well what he had -- and understanding it was his one real advantage, but a significant one -- Omar flushed and strolled to the sink without covering himself. His erect penis swung with his steps.
“Could you please cover yourself? I think Yuri talked to you about this and you seemed to understand...” Annette said, even forcing a polite smile. She still felt guilty for calling the janitor an idiot and a monkey.
“Oh, come on,” Omar said, “I’ll just rinse off quick.” He put his cock into the sink and ran water over it. “Just don’t complain to Yuri anymore. I’ll tell you straight: I’m a bit scared of your husband.”
“A very strange kind of courage -- confessing your cowardice,” Annette laughed, proud of Yuri.
That was exactly what the old man needed. She loosened. She dropped her guard.
And then, not believing himself that he’d decided to do it, he said: “Let me dip it in your soapy water.”
And Omar suddenly pulled his cock out of the sink and lowered it into the bathwater where Annette lay. The beauty didn’t manage to pull her hand away in time, and under the water the head of his cock brushed her fingers.
Annette went numb with shock. The immigrant had already startled her more than once with his eccentricity, but there had to be a limit -- what was he doing?
Then Omar lifted his cock back out of the water and leaned toward her.
And the thick head met her mouth.
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