She Is 9
Copyright© 2026 by RogueTen
Chapter 8
Drama Sex Story: Chapter 8 - 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 Orgy 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
Sitting in lotus pose, Annette remembered all of it.
She remembered how Anzur finished in the condom, and it turned out the condom had torn from the savage fucking. All his semen ended up inside her. The immigrant took her so hard and so deftly that Annette came several times, licking Omar’s ass and balls. The beauty also remembered how semen ran down the janitor’s cock.
Annette tried to grasp it, to analyze what had happened. But instead, she only ... got aroused. Not even that -- she got over-aroused. She didn’t notice the moment analysis slipped into hot, swelling excitation.
And at that moment she heard Omar’s broom scraping outside. Teenagers, just to spite him, had dragged over bags of trash, slit them open by the building, and dumped everything out. And on the fresh snow, in chalk, they’d written: “Chew, wanker.”
Annette, seized by an impulse, stripped fast and went to the window. Half a minute passed ... a minute ... Yuri was pacing in the kitchen, very close; he could walk in at any moment. But Annette knew that today she could satisfy herself only if Omar, behind her husband’s back, saw her naked -- like that time -- and then she finished herself off with her hand.
With those memories, she’d awakened guilt toward her husband -- and pain. Pain wakes feeling. And relief from pain can be given only by the one who caused it. From the outside, of course, it looks immoral -- but truth and morality are always different things, like the indicative and the imperative.
... And finally, it happened. Annette waited it out. The janitor lifted his eyes and looked up at the windows of Annette’s apartment. He always checked her windows, knowing the yogi’s love of meditating half-naked on the sill. Annette shuddered; her nipples tightened; she knew now she would be able to help herself.
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