She Is 5
Copyright© 2026 by RogueTen
Chapter 5
Drama Sex Story: Chapter 5 - 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
Back home, Omar announced that he felt insanely ill and exhausted, and went straight to bed. Annette, tenderly, made up the old man’s bed -- the same old man who had shown her bare ass to the whole world. Yuri watched her, shaking his head: overstimulated, unable to think straight, craving sex with his decent wife -- a wife who had been undressed in public.
When she was satisfied that Omar was asleep under the blanket, Annette went with her husband into their room. There she shed her clothes with pleasure.
“How tired I am of all that crowding and bustle,” said the beauty who’d grown used to a homebody life. “Even my clothes feel unpleasant right now -- they’ve got street energy on them. Sweetheart, do you mind if I meditate a little?”
“Of course, I don’t mind,” Yuri lied, his cock burning from the secret, public profanation of his wife. He knew exactly how to pull her out of meditation.
“Great!” Annette beamed and pecked him on the lips. Then she sat off to the side with her back to him and closed her eyes.
Yuri smiled and went to the kitchen. Unpacking the bags, he left strawberries on the counter. He rinsed them, arranged them on a plate, and returned with a sly look.
“Ann, I’m not disturbing your meditation -- I’m just going to eat some strawberries quietly,” he said as he passed her.
Annette’s eyes snapped open.
“What?!!! Strawberries without me? Absolutely not.”
She stood decisively and walked over to her husband, who was lying on the bed with the plate and a smile. She took a berry and popped it into her mouth.
Yuri noted that, in her chaste way, his wife was still covering her breasts from him. After all these years of marriage!
Bare-assed at the market for the whole world, and you’re covering your breasts from me, he thought, aroused. Meditation was not what he wanted to do with his wife after that trip.
“And still, you were wrong to be mad at Omar for yesterday,” Annette said, taking a second berry. “Yes, he did something beyond the pale -- but he was drunk! We’re the ones at fault; we started laughing at him instead of putting him to bed. In his own way he’s even ... kind. So unfit for life! Like a child.”
“Uh-huh. Simple and touching as a Catholic school uniform,” Yuri said with sarcasm. He knew Omar was not kind, and certainly not a child.
“Well, sure, if you want. Imagine it: he’s all alone in a foreign country, teenagers steal his things, they pay him pennies ... and you’re angry at him! Life has already punished him for his sins a hundred years ahead!”
“Listen, enough about your old man. There’s too much of him in our lives. Let’s talk about you. You’re beautiful. I’ve lived this long and I’ve never seen anyone more beautiful than you.”
Annette laughed.
“That’s because I’m naked? You know what my mother used to tell me? ‘You’ll find truth in the mirror, not on men’s tongues.’ You just want me to take my hand off my chest, don’t you, Yur?”
As she finished, the beauty stuck out her tongue playfully and slid another berry into her mouth.
In that moment Yuri flinched, because he saw -- behind the doorjamb -- a phone hanging in midair.
... Of course, it wasn’t levitating. Omar was holding it and filming a video: strawberries, and naked Annette.
Christ, does that old man ever rest? Yuri thought, on the edge of hysteria. So, I can’t relax with my own wife anymore?
A feeling of unreality rolled over him, like nausea. As if he were playing a role in a film instead of living a real life. And Omar was an actor hired to play a hundred-percent antagonist, whose only job -- 24/7 -- was to do evil.
“Yuri, are you with me?” Annette asked.
Her husband looked at her: naked, flirting. A video of Ann like this could decorate any porn site in the world. Only ... only she needed to show her breasts.
Yuri’s heart began to hammer at the thought that it was in his power to make his chaste wife go topless on camera for another man.
“Y-yes, I’m with you,” Yuri said. “I was just thinking how incredible you’d look if you didn’t hide your chest. As it is, it’s like watching a sunrise through sunglasses.”
“Nice try ... but no,” Annette smiled. “You’ll have to try harder, mister.”
“You’re behaving like a goddess teasing her worshipper,” Yuri observed.
“Well, you consider me a goddess, so I have to live up to it,” Annette smirked.
And if I considered you my dirty little ... Yuri thought, growing hotter by the second.
“Oh yes,” he said aloud, convinced. “A woman should either be worshipped or left. Everything else is a lie.”
“In that case...” Annette said, slyly, “ ... given how much you ‘worship’ me -- and, more importantly, how much you love me -- I think you’ve earned a small concession.”
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