She Is 7
Copyright© 2026 by RogueTen
Chapter 10
Drama Sex Story: Chapter 10 - 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
“How badly timed this business trip is,” Yuri thought, sitting after work in the expensive Parker House.
It was close to home, but Yuri rarely went there with his wife on principle. The prices were too high.
Only tonight he didn’t care. The news had stunned him: a mandatory trip to the bank’s branch in another city.
How could he leave now?! Leave his wife with no control at all? Spend every day and every night thinking who she was with and what she was doing? It was intolerable, impossible.
But they’d made it clear: either the trip, or he was fired.
Yuri ordered wine. Then another glass. He got drunk quickly. It didn’t get easier. Nothing changed.
There is no medicine in the world that can cure another person of infidelity. You can cure only yourself.
And Yuri couldn’t do even that.
Swaying, he went home. Looking over the street, Yuri thought, “What do I live for?”
And answered himself at once: “For everything.”
Only a fool believes life has a single meaning.
“In the end, life is only a postponement in an ocean of nonbeing...” Yuri murmured to himself, words he’d once read somewhere.
On the way he ran into Omar.
The Wanker was wearing new, expensive clothes -- not the kind you buy from street stalls. Yuri couldn’t even have imagined his wife would dare to dress her lover in secret, on her husband’s money.
Omar looked like some gaudy little baron. This is what a nobody looks like when luck smiles and power and money begin to rain down.
Something in his gaze -- brazen, unearned -- burned in the janitor’s eyes: the kind of thing that should be scraped out of a person before they ever touch money, the kind of thing with which honest success is impossible.
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