She Is 7
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
In the morning, when Yuri woke, his wife was standing by the window.
He came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her. A hard love swelled in him. It occurred to him that what he’d offered her was pitiful compared to what she had been ready to give him. Yuri offered what he had in excess, what he could have lived without: money, gifts, the option not to work, care. And Ann gave him all of herself...
And then something slashed straight through his chest.
Down below stood Omar, staring up at the window.
So that was who Ann had been posing for.
The janitor jerked his gaze away, stepped back from the building -- and Ann, flustered, moved away from the glass.
“How did you sleep, love?” she asked, letting her robe slide off her shoulder, plainly trying to distract him with it.
“You understand,” Yuri said slowly, stunned by what he’d seen, “it’s just so sad...”
“What is?”
“That ... there’s no magic in the world. There never was, and probably never will be,” Yuri said unexpectedly.
“That’s unfortunate,” Ann agreed. Before, she would have argued with him ... but not now, not after cheating.
“Because the world would be so much more interesting,” Yuri added.
“Yes.”
After a brief silence, Yuri threw himself on his wife and took her no less emotionally than he had at night. Ann became more ... open in sex. Yuri stopped feeling barriers and locks on her side. It was as if, after so many years of marriage, she was finally unfolding as a woman.
Yuri came twice; she came three times. That, too, was new -- it had always been hard to rock Ann into orgasm. It never occurred to the man that when the beauty comes, she isn’t thinking about him.
... Sex may be the main thing in life for many, but everyone has a favorite occupation, something they do in their free time. After breakfast Ann turned on Eastern music. Weak, sensitive, exalted souls flee the heavy, crude earth into a supersensual world of rhythm and sound...
Yuri, meanwhile, replayed in his head her whorish behavior at the window. Even after two orgasms, he couldn’t settle. Ann had turned into walking SEX for him. He became silky with her, cursing his weakness and blessing it.
A wife like that -- a proud whore with her eyes turned elsewhere -- drove him mad and wouldn’t let the desire go. Something feline had come out in her.
... and the next day, after work, Yuri didn’t find his wife at home. He called, he texted -- no answer. He dressed quickly and went outside.
He went to the basement entrance -- locked. But Yuri understood perfectly well that Ann was in there.
He started kicking the door, then pounding it with his fist.
“Knock on your own forehead,” came a voice from the window above.
Yuri let out a drained, helpless breath. Clearly, his wife now had an intimate life of her own -- and he was barred from entering it.
He slid down onto the asphalt, his back pressed to the door behind which Ann, without even bothering to invent a lie about where she was, was letting Omar fuck her.
“All for his huge cock?” Yuri thought, with sadness.
And then he saw a lipstick tube by his side. It was always falling out of his wife’s purse. So Ann was definitely there. Yuri felt demons clamp onto him and pull him downward, toward the forbidden pleasure. His cock rose hard.
He snatched up the lipstick and went home.
In the apartment, like a madman, Yuri jerked off, again and again kissing the lipstick tube -- proof of his wife’s step to the side. He didn’t come. No -- he saved himself for his wife, fucked out, gone whoring, given to another man.
Oh, I wish every woman a beloved who waits for her the way Yuri waited for his wife.
At last ... the door opened ... trailing the smell of sex, Ann walked into the apartment. Yuri saw her already without her coat. Unusually radiant. Hair done (apparently, she’d brought a brush). Smiling.
But the main thing...
What she was wearing.
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