She Is a 10
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 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
You expected a reproach from Annette along the lines of: “When I came back, Omar said you deliberately smashed two glasses and made him clean it up! Yuri, what is this behavior?!”
But Annette gave no sign that she knew what had happened. Apparently guilt still wasn’t foreign to her. Good.
You changed your attitude toward her. You started talking about how she’d let the house slip again. You began standing your ground about your plans for the future. And at night now you fucked Annette in the mouth!!! A mad pleasure you’d been afraid even to ask for before ... Now you considered it your full right — Omar taught you that.
To your surprise, it turned out Annette liked the new YOU even more. It was as if you’d started a new honeymoon. She kept climbing all over you with kisses and hugs, she started doing more around the house. You believed the problem before had been you — and that if you’d behaved like this from the start, there would’ve been no cheating. At least now there won’t be any more going off to the side!
You tried to forget Omar. Because you still remembered yourself, enjoying the dirty tricks that wanker pulled with your wife. Omar was a drug dealer with a unique drug. And you didn’t want to be an addict, so you began avoiding any contact with him, like a rabbit avoiding a fur shop. When Omar called out to you a couple of times, you just walked past in silence.
You’d had enough misery. Time to deal with happiness — there’s nowhere to postpone it; you have to do it here and now.
You saw Annette wasn’t cheating on you. You could feel it.
What you didn’t pay attention to was that, all this time, there’d been a little pimple on Annette’s face. A pimple on the nose of a beauty makes her miserable — while an ugly girl can be happy with a full set of pimples. As soon as it cleared, Annette became pensive, stared out the window for long stretches.
You didn’t understand what was going on. The next evening, seeing her state hadn’t changed, you decided to come up to her.
“Annette, maybe we go to a show or a museum? You’re kind of sad.”
She looked at you.
“Wasn’t it you who told me that, so you don’t waste your life on sadness, all you have to do is ‘follow the paths of your heart’?”
Warmth spread through your chest. You hugged your wife.
“You remembered? Yes, it’s true, and my heart’s path is with you, my love.”
Suddenly Annette tore herself out of your arms. With a slightly stunned look she went into the entryway.
“Where are you going?” you asked, surprised. Your heart started pounding, loud and anxious.
“I ... I need a walk, that’s all I’m missing.”
“Let me go with you!”
“No! I want to ... listen to that lecture.” She swallowed. “When I come back, we’ll spend the evening together — I’ll put on something sexy.”
The alarm bell in your skull is hammering so hard you can’t say anything; you only nod.
Soon Annette, as if running from fire, throws on her coat on the move and rushes out of the apartment. You wait for her to turn, to explain something — but your wife knows the one who runs fastest is the one who doesn’t look back.
You shut the door behind her and hurry to the window with a bad feeling. With pain you see Omar down below, waving a broom! Not understanding anything yet, you’re sure that old devil has interfered in your family life again and gotten into Annette’s head.
Annette doesn’t reappear, but you see Omar turn and go around the corner of the building as if someone is calling him.
You sprint to the window on the other side. You rarely open it; there’s a chair in front of it, which you shove aside, and you hear something fall — something that smashes loudly off the table. You don’t pay attention. You quietly open the window and look out.
There is Annette ... slapping the old man!!! Again and again! As if punishing him for something, but it looks more like she’s waiting for something back in response to those slaps — and when it doesn’t come, she hits harder. Omar’s head whips side to side. The slaps get sharper, more stinging. Finally, he lunges forward with a snarl and grabs Annette by the hair!!!
She freezes at once.