She Is 4
Copyright© 2025 by RogueTen
Chapter 3
Drama Sex Story: Chapter 3 - 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
You are Omar. You are old. Many of life’s pleasures are already behind you. The world isn’t as fresh, as interesting, as it once was. And it would seem the only thing left was to hope something bright might still happen to you. But hope is the ally of fools. You prefer to act, not hope. And your allies are your demons.
Right now, you’re jerking off in front of a gorgeous naked bitch while her sucker husband sleeps on the other side of the wall. And she’s stroking your leg.
Are you not a genius?
Who else, in your place, could have pulled off something like this? You adore yourself. You adore this gorgeous wife who pities you. How you’d like to fuck her senseless — wreck her, all of her, until she forgets her own name.
But no ... no.
You have to do it smart.
Look how her bitchy, enormous breasts tremble ... Women like this are exquisite...
“So, what is it, still not there?” her melodic voice pulls you out of your trance.
Damn — how long has she been stroking you like that already? Of course, you could’ve come a hundred times by now, but each time you stopped yourself. In those pauses you acted like you were in pain, so there wouldn’t be questions about why your hand wasn’t moving. This woman is too high-and-mighty to suspect a trick. You can feel how she looks down at you and doesn’t expect a man like you to have a trap in him. Her vanity pleases you the way a thief likes a house with no alarm system.
“I ... a few times I almost ... but I still can’t,” you say. Her leg rubs against your knee, sending pleasant waves through your old body.
“What is this...” the beautiful bitch says in a trembling voice.
Why is she trembling like that?
The next second you have no time to think. The hand of the whore you want slides higher than before and touches your balls.
Your eyes meet. Ann watches your reaction closely. Now you have to give the right emotion, so she won’t think she made a mistake.
“Ooooh...” you start to writhe.
This time you’re not even acting — you’re simply letting your pleasure show on the outside. Apparently satisfied with the result, thinking now you’ll definitely come, the bitch curls her fingers around your testicles and begins to stroke them.
It’s bliss.
Unbelievable — how good it feels.
You see she’s looking at your cock. Not at your face. She must like the size. Yes, it’s not your achievement — just nature’s gift — but you’re still proud of your huge penis.
“P-please ... just...” Ann says in a bouncing, excited voice.
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