She Is 3
Copyright© 2025 by RogueTen
Chapter 6
Drama Sex Story: Chapter 6 - 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
Of course, Omar carefully wiped all the semen off the “writer’s” face.
Well -- almost all.
Waking in her husband’s arms, the beauty felt she was stuck to something on his chest. Not paying it much attention -- there was so little dried residue left on her skin -- Annette swallowed. A strange aftertaste in her mouth...
Her husband shifted beside her, and the thought slipped away. Annette reached for her beloved and kissed him on the lips. Feeling the bare chest under her palm, she gave in to an impulse and slid her tongue between his lips.
Waking, Yuri slowly came back to reality while his wife’s tongue took possession of his mouth. The night’s events -- slowly but stubbornly -- surfaced in his consciousness; the man remembered how Annette had parted her mouth and how the janitor’s seed had slipped past her lips.
“Did she brush her teeth?” the panicked thought struck him.
It was obvious she hadn’t. Yuri wanted to fall asleep again -- to vanish from the real world...
... they had breakfast together. The old man hobbled to the table.
“Somehow I feel worse, not better.”
“Hang on,” said Annette, still unmade-up. She looked as if the night had taken everything from her -- pale, without her usual glow. “Antibiotics usually kick in around day three. You’ll feel lighter.”
Annette fussed over food and coffee.
“Don’t forget, little one,” the old man said, “I’m old -- things don’t go by the schedule. At my age the body doesn’t try that hard to survive...”
Yuri winced at the “little one.” His beautiful Anna could not, in any universe, be anyone’s “little one” to a filthy immigrant janitor.
The beauty looked at the old man with unexpected severity.
“I told you. Two days.”
And she held up two fingers with a smile that sent cold along Omar’s spine.
“What’s with her being so strict?” the old man wondered. He didn’t understand that the beauty loved Yuri, and Yuri’s state mattered to her more than she could explain. She saw how much her husband hated the stranger’s presence in their home, so she drew a boundary with clean, firm lines. Today was the second -- and last -- day.
The old man decided to act. He didn’t want to lose his key to paradise. So, after half-heartedly clearing his little patch of work, he headed down Huxley Street to the copy shop to make a duplicate key.
“Who’s this Huxley -- some poet?” the immigrant thought for the first time.
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