She Is 4
Copyright© 2025 by RogueTen
Chapter 8
Drama Sex Story: Chapter 8 - 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 rain didn’t stop. Omar came back in the evening soaked through. Dripping, he went straight to the bathroom and started wringing out his clothes. He wanted to wring himself out too, but that didn’t work.
After a hot shower he came out wearing Yuri’s robe. The robe wasn’t made for his belly, so it stuck out and rode up ridiculously. The old man knew that, and this time — wanting to spoil the spouses’ idyll — he didn’t put on underwear.
Omar couldn’t make sense of how it had happened: he’d made the stupid bitch put him in her mouth, and yet, somehow, it seemed to have brought her closer to her husband — the very husband who’d seen it all. That wasn’t the effect the destroyer wanted. He wanted misery for everyone.
Annette was giving a private lesson over video call to one of her students. The man had fallen behind the group due to illness and asked — paying extra — for one-on-one sessions. Yuri sat off camera as usual, phone in hand. It seemed he never let it leave him in his free time.
Strangely, Annette never complained; she didn’t try to pull her husband into her world of self-development and spiritual growth. By default, it was accepted that Yuri “developed” at work, and at home he rested.
Omar entered like a star. The spouses’ eyes turned to him at once. Because of his belly the robe had ridden up so high it looked as though his dangling cock would appear at any second. He looked vulgar.
Worse — he planted himself right in front of the laptop the call was running on. Annette, trying to sound as calm and benevolent as possible, remembering her student could hear her, said:
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