She Is 5
Copyright© 2026 by RogueTen
Chapter 1
Drama Sex Story: Chapter 1 - 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
Present time.
Semen bursts from the overstrained swollen crown of the old immigrant’s thick tip. The flight is brief; there’s no dodging it. The warm liquid lands on Annette’s neck and her chin. One drop clearly touches her lower lip.
Here I ought to note that Yuri could have shoved the old man away, and Annette could have leaned back. But the spouses were too stunned by what was happening. Omar, shameless old dog, calmly splashed his semen over the mistress who had already “tamed” him. Not believing it, astonished to her marrow, the beauty didn’t even twitch. So, IN FRONT OF HER HUSBAND, no one had ever dared violate her like this! Mark a woman with your semen right in front of her spouse?! You wouldn’t even see that in porn!
Then again, Annette doesn’t know the world of porn well enough to draw conclusions like that.
“Omar, you...” Yuri said, when the second jet of semen fell onto his wife, onto the open slope of her breast.
“Omar, you...” the yogi said, when a third splash hit her -- now on her bra.
After that, the old man’s big cock squeezed out a few more spurts, but only a little. The spouses shared one feeling between them: sheer amazement. No wonder -- the basement janitor had defiled their marriage in their own marital bed!!!
More from the realization that he had to act like a man in front of his wife than from anger, Yuri swung to hit the old man, but the old man dropped faster and his head slid through the air below Yuri’s hand.
The janitor collapsed onto the bed, face burrowing into Annette’s crotch. And ... started snoring. Even through the blanket, the beauty -- splattered with come -- couldn’t endure a man’s presence in so intimate a place, so she herself shoved the old man away.
“Drunken pig,” Yuri said, menacingly -- not because he felt anger, but because he had to perform it, because a husband is supposed to be angry. In truth the man was in turmoil. It would be an understatement to say Omar’s stunt shocked him or stunned his mind.
The immigrant had, rather ... opened a door into hell. Hellfire flared at Yuri, scorched him and ... delighted him. The man had already managed to think he’d never seen anything more beautiful, the moment his perfect wife had another man’s semen on her lip. Annette looked erotic ... sexual ... an angel turned into a sex goddess!!!
... But those were not the thoughts he was meant to show. His wife needed to see righteous fury! And she saw it. Not being an actor, Yuri overdid the rage in his face, and Annette, for all her indignation, got scared for the old man.
“No, Yuri!” she darted toward her husband, cutting him off. She grabbed his hands. “Don’t. Don’t touch him! He’s drunk, he didn’t know what he was doing, he passed out right away -- tomorrow he won’t remember anything!”
“And that’s supposed to be an excuse?!”
“No, of course not! But if you beat him now or drag him down to the basement, when he wakes up, he’ll have questions! Think! He’ll try to reconstruct what happened. I don’t want to gift him the memory of coming on me! Please, hear me. If he remembers anything tomorrow, he’ll think it was a dream -- but only if we act like nothing happened!”
While Annette spoke, the bead of semen on her lip hung there and began to sway slightly. Yuri was getting aroused against his will, staring at his wife’s face so brazenly profaned. She was sexier than ever. Hell, Yuri could barely keep himself from pouncing on his wife right now!
The old man lay on the bed where Annette had shoved him, and kept snoring with self-forgetting devotion, competing for volume with the unending downpour rattling the windows.
“So, you’re suggesting we just forget what he did?” Yuri asked his wife.
“Nothing needs to be forgotten. But we also don’t need to give what happened enormous importance,” she said, nervously flexing and unclenching her fingers. Because Annette didn’t want to touch the semen or wipe it with her own things, the white liquid still lay on her -- exactly where the old man had left it. It was obvious it had hit her hard: she was shaken, and still trying to keep herself under control. Her chest rose and fell loudly, which only made the yogi look even more sexual.
“Do you hear yourself, Ann? He came on you!!! How is that ‘don’t give it importance’?!”
Annette’s face twitched; instinctively she reached for her mouth to wipe it -- then stopped, not wanting to touch another man’s ejaculate with her fingers. At least not in front of her husband.
“Yuri, understand -- it was done by someone not conscious. When a drunk spills a glass of wine, that’s not a reason to beat him. That’s a reason to put him to bed, and then talk to him sternly, and tell him he must not get that drunk again!”
Her husband listened feverishly. With his face he acted out irritation and the desire for revenge, but inside he savored how the semen slid along his wife’s skin. As she spoke, thin runnels kept creeping lower, “marking” new patches of her body with the result of male passion. Annette’s eyes, too, glittered feverishly. Standing there like this -- calmly, and even soothing her husband -- was getting harder by the second.
“What are you hysterical for, like it’s you he came on, not me?” she wanted to snap, but the yogi understood that those words wouldn’t help.
“You pity him for nothing -- he’s trash!” Yuri fumed. “Bio-waste! A subhuman! Mold! Why drag him out of mothballs at all?!”
“He’s just an unhappy, lonely old man!”
“Coming on my wife!”
“Not controlling himself because of booze!” Annette insisted. “And he’s lusting after me because of his weakness! Anyone can crush the weak; helping them is what matters...”
Yuri fell silent, lips compressed. His wife’s words about kindness to the weak, compassion -- right now, when the man she pitied had left semen on her lip -- sounded insane. And insanely sexy. Yuri suddenly felt he couldn’t hold back any longer.
“You want to act like nothing happened?” he said oddly. “Fine. I was going to have sex with my wife. If what happened doesn’t matter, then we can do that.”
“Yuri, you, mmm --” Annette didn’t finish, because her husband latched onto her mouth. Yuri felt the old man’s semen smear between their lower lips. In the next moment he spun her around sharply and pushed her into a position that wasn’t very common in their married life, bent over. To keep her footing, Annette braced her hands on the bed -- right beside the chest of the immigrant lying on his side.
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