She Is 7
Copyright© 2026 by RogueTen
Chapter 2
Drama Sex Story: Chapter 2 - 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
“Yes, Yuri took care of himself at home. But it wasn’t only sexual desire in him. He satisfied his hurt as well -- he ordered flowers for Ann. A luxurious bouquet. The arrangement had a name: “Let Her Be Ashamed.” And only after that did Yuri throw himself into the pleasant captivity of the bed to masturbate.
Pleasure came easily. The memory was still blazing-bright: his wife giving herself to that past-his-prime immigrant janitor. But Yuri decided to spur himself on, opened on his phone the erotic photo of his wife -- the one she had “accidentally” sent to Omar.
Switching between the image and the memory and back again, the bank director pleasured himself. His eyes moistened, but not from emotion -- more from the dryness stinging his eyes. At that very moment his wife was diligently wetting herself under another man. Yuri was driven mad by the thought that he was the one allowing it, simply waiting for her.
“I’m a stag. A stag with enormous antlers,” he thought, never stopping his hand. Pain and pleasure mixed in him. What do you do when your sexual urges contradict the code of honor you absorbed as a child?
Yuri came. Then the intercom buzzed -- but no, it wasn’t his wife. A courier. Yuri accepted the flowers in a daze. From what he’d seen and heard in the basement, Ann’s affair should have ended long ago! What was she still doing down there?
Yuri began to drift through the apartment, now decorated with flowers, in a daze. Night weighed on him. Darkness was beyond the window; Darkness was in his mind. The man had lost the ground under his feet. Yuri tried to find an exit, to understand what to do next, how to find peace again. He stared into his soul for answers, but staring into the dark isn’t the same as seeing.
Leaving Ann was the most frightening option -- impossible. Staying married after her betrayal? And suddenly Yuri felt he didn’t have a choice at all. He would stay with Ann. If only because he felt he wanted her fiercely, as he had never wanted her.
Her step to the side had flung open the gates of their marriage to every demon Yuri carried. He felt freer than ever, able to be himself. To want what he wanted. Not to look up at Ann from below, but to understand she was the same kind of human as he was -- that nothing human was foreign to her.
So, Yuri paced through the apartment, corner to corner, swinging from despair to happiness. He simply needed his wife home. His beloved person. She was gone too long and he was afraid. That feeling you may know ... when one person is missing, and the whole world is emptied out.
At last, she appeared. No call -- she opened the door with her key. Yuri practically ran into the entryway. The door swung open.
Well. The so-called “Annette” had tried to put herself in order. The key word is tried. Her hair was a cultivated mess. Yuri wondered whether there was a hairbrush in the janitor’s basement. Her lower lip was swollen. Mascara -- wiped away entirely.
But the main thing was her eyes. As if she’d walked through hell and left her innocence there. Yuri felt it at once: his wife wasn’t going to try to get her purity back. It was impossible, like returning virginity. Not after what she’d done.
Strange, but something new and dirty in his wife’s gaze aroused Yuri.
But he remembered his plan of revenge for her infidelity. Without a word, he went into the room and returned with the bouquet.
“These are for you, love,” he said.
Ann looked at the flowers in his hands, surprised, and took them.
“Wow. That’s unexpected. Thank you so much!” she exclaimed, and for a moment Yuri saw what he wanted in her eyes -- remorse, guilt ... and then fatigue swallowed everything. “But right now, I’m starving, and as a gift I wouldn’t mind food first. I don’t have the strength even to pour water into a vase ... will you do it?”
Her response rubbed Yuri raw. He’d expected a stronger effect. Yuri hadn’t thought his wife would come back this exhausted. Her legs trembled; she did everything slowly, as if through pain. The man guessed it -- the pain left behind by the huge foreign cock forcing its way inside her.
“How long did he have you after I left?” Yuri thought with a shiver. “You were already at the edge then. How did you endure it? Did you want it that badly?...”
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