She Is 5
Copyright© 2026 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
Morning was sunny. The rays of the star fell on the rain-swollen puddles and burned them away without mercy. The sun shone the same way it did centuries ago, when witches’ sabbaths were the prototype of modern nightclubs.
And people lived the same way too -- busy thinking about sex, love, money. Few were occupied with philosophy, prayer, or yoga. And of course, few meditated, the way Annette did: waking up, she decided that from this day on she wanted to return to her usual rhythm and her usual calm.
But this time the meditation worked on her strangely. Yes, Annette felt a surge of energy -- only the energy went the wrong way. To her surprise the yogi felt her groin and breasts filling with a burning tension that made it hard to lie still; she wanted to squirm, to touch herself, and even more she wanted to press herself against a man’s body!
Annette didn’t like that her body had changed. She didn’t like that she couldn’t control it. The body had taken the lead, and Annette was losing the levers of command.
Her husband had already brushed his teeth and come back, and the situation only worsened. Without listening to its owner, her body demanded sex! Annette still felt a powerful force inside her, a force most people didn’t have. But any mighty force is useless if you don’t channel it.
She wasn’t only uncomfortable that sexual need was feeding on her energy -- she was furious that the energy was no longer going where it should. Toward self-development, first of all. Annette could feel herself stopping -- no longer refining, no longer growing -- her attention sliding down into low desires. And she could do nothing about it.
In her head the impression still throbbed: Omar’s big cock, its taste. That unnatural sensation -- absolute, ultimate fullness of a man in her mouth ... even as memory it wouldn’t let her go. And it kept being reheated by the knowledge that the cock in her mouth had been another man’s -- not her husband’s.
“Sweetheart, you look like someone threw you in a dungeon and forgot the key forever,” Yuri said with a smirk.
“‘Freedom.’ Nobody is free, Yuri. Only children and fools think otherwise.”
“Oh, someone got up on the wrong foot today,” Yuri said, still smiling.
Annette noted the beauty and attractiveness of his body, covered only by a short towel at his waist. Between her legs it pulsed. She tried to throw out the thoughts of what was happening to her.
I’m fine. I love my husband and I’m reacting to him the way a loving wife should, she told herself. Even brave people sometimes pretend to be blind, afraid of what they might see outside -- and in themselves.
“You’re looking at me...” Yuri said thoughtfully. “I can’t tell if it’s a professor staring at an idiot, or a princess staring at a knight.”
Annette started.
And it’s true -- I’m sitting here, silent, just staring at him.
“All men are both idiots and knights where women are concerned,” she said with a sweet smile, feeling a tremor from his nearly naked body. This had never happened to her before.
“Or maybe I’m a villain?” Yuri asked playfully, stepping up to the bed and looming over his wife sitting there. “A dragon who decided to kidnap the princess?”
Annette laughed.
“People are rarely what they seem, Yuri. You look so villainous I’m sure you’re no dragon. Though if you are, in fact, a fire-breathing lizard, I’ll of course consider it wiser to submit to you and not resist!”
Led by her arousal, the yogi dropped to all fours in front of him.
It had an effect. Yuri’s face twitched comically; he breathed hard as he took in his wife in this new posture of submission -- so unlike her. Especially because she’d stopped hiding her bare chest, and her naked body was covered only by panties!
“So maybe we test that obedience in deeds, not words?” he asked, and let the towel fall. His cock was already hard, and Yuri realized with surprise that he didn’t actually need Omar’s dark little scenes to get an erection. It was enough to feel himself in charge, to see his wife submit ... With the janitor he’d been using a back door into a place he had every right to enter through the front!
“I ... can,” Annette said, biting her lip, and brought her face close to his cock. Yuri felt her breath on the head.
But the beauty seemed to reconsider.
“Then again, I just remembered you called me a goddess yesterday,” she said. “And I believed you. So, let’s first test your words in deeds.”
And as if dousing her husband with cold water, Annette pulled away from his cock and slid under the blanket.
“How exactly do you want to test them?” he asked, disappointed.
“The same way you test mine,” Annette smiled, feeling a strange inspiration. She hooked the blanket with her foot.
Under his breath Yuri swore.
Thought my wife would suck me -- and I’m the one who’ll be licking her.
His erection started to fade fast, and to hide it he ducked under the blanket. Annette’s legs were already parted there. She sank back into the pillow blissfully as her husband tugged aside the strip of her panties.