She Is 7
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
“Oh, oh, God, oh! Softer, slower! Ah ... so biiiiig!”
That’s what You hear, forgetting how to breathe, to think, to live. You turn into nothing, into pure perception: a spectator, an observer. Close to the word reader, isn’t it?
An old dog is on top of Your wife, taking her right in front of You, and he knows You’re watching. I wonder if he enjoys knowing he’s fucking Your wife under Your eyes?
Annette beneath him is a rose in the wind. She sways with every thrust of the old man. She is sensitivity itself.
The fat old man looks ridiculous without clothes. Tired skin, a big belly, not a gram of muscle in his arms. And on top of that -- on his own worn-out, grimy couch. And under him, Your clean, snow-white beauty.
The one You work for, the one You wake up for; the one You live for. She went down into the basement of your house -- your pricey city place -- to give herself to another man! Behind Your back!
Your special wife, the one You thought was “not like everyone,” has smeared your marriage with lies and betrayal!
“Omar ... mmh ... why so deep ... ohhh ... I never ... I’ve never felt anything like this!!!”
Those words fly from her lips. Lips that, You thought, were sealed with innocence and loyalty.
Lips that are now breathing out a woman’s boiling passion -- because another man is close.
“Daughter, I’m trying to go slower...” the old man’s voice says, and in that moment the voice sounds to You like the voice of hell -- the voice of the enemy, the barking of a dog. And why didn’t You notice before how disgusting his voice is?
“Ah!!! And where are You trying?! Uuuuh!” Your wife arches. “You’re like -- ah -- kneading dough, mm, not taking a woman!!! Oooh!”
“You’re just not used to the size, daughter. God, you’re tight...”
“Then stretch me! Ohhh ... That’s Your -- ah -- man’s job! Mmph!”
You’re in shock from that conversation no less than from what’s happening. To see Your wife, who loves to talk about philosophy and yoga, discussing the size of another man’s cock (!) -- that is a special experience. You’ve never had anything like it.
You thought this kind of thing belonged to a certain category of porn. Something that doesn’t happen in real life, like Santa Claus or holiness.
Did You dream of this? Did You watch cuckold porn? Did You ever seek out content where an innocent-looking girl gets corrupted by an old pervert? Of course. But it was fantasy -- not real life.
In fantasies there are no consequences, only momentary pleasure. But here, in reality, You see your exalted wife being fucked by the lowest of men -- and You understand it isn’t merely blowing up Your mind ... it’s blowing up your marriage.
It’s wrecking the way You see your wife. After she lay down on the janitor’s filthy couch and spread her legs, how can You think she isn’t a damn whore? A bitch cheating on You behind Your back! A liar, a hypocrite, a hungry little slut! “To a friend,” she said.
And yet here’s the strange part. Sitting on the filthy floor, hitting bottom, feeling humiliation and hurt ... You fell in love with her again.
Ann opened herself to You from a new side. Like a different person. And the feeling of love, long stripped of freshness, suddenly became strong again -- like it was in the first months of your meeting.
Ann fulfilled Your most secret dream, the one that tortured You in silence: she stepped down from the heights of her morality into human lowliness. She became like everyone. Secretly unfaithful. Lying. With her own hidden little sins and little wants. She became Your equal.
Oh, that eternal human desire: to pull stars down into our dirt. Isn’t that why we dig through the “dirty laundry” of people we admire? So, we can whisper, with a shiver and sweet lust: “They’re just like us. They sin too.”
You stare with feverish intensity as the old man’s belly spreads over the perfect abs of Your yogini. You pin every moment in place, trying to film every detail with an inner camera.
So later You can replay it again and again, burn with jealousy, suffer, and ... get fantastically aroused.
The old man’s ass pumps faster and faster, despite Ann’s requests that he go slower. He peers into her face with such furious focus, as if he’s trying to see something important there.
And then ... then he starts to lean down. Your whole body shakes as the old man’s face and Your wife’s face, staring at each other, draw close. Their lips almost touch.
Ann, twisting and moaning, looks at Omar with surprise. Even with bewilderment. Her mascara draws a dark track down her cheek. You understand it -- a tear has rolled loose from the strain of that too-big cock ramming her tender body, a body used to something else.
With each thrust Ann rocks, and her lips begin to brush Omar’s. She jolts; You jolt too. A kiss is even more intimate, more significant, than bodies joining.
Sex is coupling, the easing of desire in two different-sex organisms obeying the instinct to reproduce. Dogs do that too. But a kiss ... a kiss is love. Closeness.
You remember how long You had to wait for Ann’s first kiss ... And now (it seems impossible and yet inevitable) she’s about to kiss the old Wanker.
Right now, while he’s fucking her with that big cock and his mouth is nearly pressed to hers, You almost wait for the kiss to happen -- as the final blasphemy against your marriage and your love.
And it happens. And how.
Annette, as if unable to bear the inner pressure, opens her sweet mouth herself -- and it’s as though she exhales the last scraps of piety and restraint. They scatter through the basement like emerald, sparkling ... nothing.
And they were always nothing, those beliefs of Yours that Your wife was different. You crowned Ann with the status of a dream, and You yourself grew weary of that crown and wanted her to become an ordinary woman of flesh and blood. You did everything to make her cheat on You -- don’t deny it.
... Omar accepted the generous offer and, without slowing his hips, pressed his mouth to the lips of Your beloved. So, they joined at once -- through flesh and through mouth. Clamped together.
Omar’s flattened belly, Ann’s flattened breasts ... their heavy breathing, shared between them ... and that dirty bed, so perfectly suited to sin.
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