She Is 7
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
Later, while Ann was in the shower, Yuri began rummaging through her purse in search of condoms.
None.
“Maybe Omar keeps a stash now, for cases like this,” he thought. But something still gnawed at him...
And then Yuri got it.
He dressed quickly, went outside, and peered into the trash bin by the building entrance.
Right on top, on a crushed cigarette pack, lay a strip of unopened condoms.
Yuri’s cock jumped at the proof of his wife’s whoring. It was obvious she’d tossed them. Obeying an inner impulse, Yuri went down to Omar’s basement. The Wanker sat on his narrow cot in nothing but briefs, despite the cold.
“Getting ready,” Yuri thought.
When he met the stare of that dull janitor with the big cock, one thought flashed through him:
“The Armageddon people have waited centuries for has already arrived -- not with thunder and lightning, but with the appearance of this miserable freak.”
“Why are you sitting there with the door open?” Yuri asked, sharply.
The old man faltered. Not long ago he’d been fucking Yuri’s wife under his very eyes and hadn’t been afraid. But now he shrank back, because the husband standing in front of him was not softened by lust in this moment -- and therefore might be dangerous.
“I, uh ... I always leave it like that ... who needs me,” he muttered.
“Not always,” Yuri objected. “Usually, you lock up. Were you waiting for someone?”
The old man crumpled even more, yanking a T-shirt over his thick body.
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