She Is 7
Copyright© 2026 by RogueTen
Chapter 7
Drama Sex Story: Chapter 7 - 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
The next day Yuri bought his wife flowers again. Just ... just because he wanted to. He felt a kind of animal desire for her, a readiness to love her even more for her nerve and her betrayals.
And two days later Yuri saw a new photo on his wife’s phone: a flower from his bouquet. But no -- this photo wasn’t meant for Instagram, and it had nothing to do with showing off to her girlfriends.
It was taken for Omar.
Yuri didn’t say a word to his wife. He simply deleted the picture. Later she thought she must have done it by accident herself. After all, her husband couldn’t possibly have seen it and deleted it! If he had, he would have made a scene, obviously. And Yuri can’t look through her phone -- he’s “not like that”!
The spouses were equally mistaken about each other...
And of course, she had to take a new photo to replace the one she’d “lost.” Ann had no idea she was making it at once for her husband as well -- and for a filthy Telegram channel.
Yuri couldn’t stop marveling at the change in his wife. It seemed sudden to him -- only because every new proof of her whoring struck him harder than an Olympian thunderbolt. Then he’d have to recover for a long time, again and again masturbating...
One evening, just as the spouses were ready for an intimate night, the doorbell rang. Surprised -- expecting no one -- Yuri went to open.
On the threshold stood the Wanker, in his dirty robe. He looked nothing like he had the last time they met. There was confidence in his face now, and he looked Yuri straight in the eye.
“Greetings,” he said.
“And I don’t greet you,” Yuri said coldly to the man fucking his wife. “What do you want?”
“Yuri, why are you talking so rudely?” Ann protested.
Yuri flinched at how close her voice sounded. The thing was, the beauty preparing for intimacy was walking around the apartment in a sheer bodysuit, her nipples plainly visible through it.
Hoping she had at least covered herself before coming closer, Yuri turned -- and lost his breath.
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