She Is - 13
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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 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 squeeze your cock so hard it almost hurts. While you were away, your wife stood before Omar in sheer lingerie, on all fours! Presenting her backside like a slut, not like a decent woman! And those stockings too ... what did she need stockings for at the market? Had she gone to that inseparable trio again, climbed into their jeep to get warm while you were out earning money for the family?!
Omar’s eyes darted over her body like fish in an aquarium. Suddenly he sprang up and, with a kind of comic desperation, lurching toward your wife!
“Oh, daughter!” he cried, throwing his arms around her. “Forgive the old man, the old dog! I am such a nothing! But let me fuck you one more time!”
At his words, at his dirty unwashed hands on your wife’s body, your cock twitched hard. Beautiful Annette shuddered too. Stunned, she shoved him away in fury!
“Don’t touch me!” she cried out.
The old man flew backward onto the floor. Absurd and ridiculous, unlike Anna. Angry, cheeks flushed, she looked like the heroine of a dark fairy tale: great green eyes, a graceful neck, a waterfall of fresh hair -- more Snow White or Maleficent than Cinderella. You watched in triumph as your wife rejected another man’s advances.
“Sorry, sorry, sorry!” the old man cried after being rebuffed. Even then his paw was at his crotch, rubbing himself while he stared at your wife’s body. Just a beast, a fat little ape! A ripple of contempt passed over your beloved’s face, but then it softened into pity.
“What has gotten into you, Omar?!”
“Forgive me, I ... you are the best thing I ever had! You can’t imagine how lonely I am! You gave my life meaning, I want to see you ... touch you...”
“Fuck me,” Anna finished for him, hands on hips. But now there was clearly more pity in her than anger.
“Y-yes. That’s the old dog I am! I won’t remake myself now! You were talking about holiday spirit ... where would it come from? I am afraid of New Year’s! You won’t understand, but on a freezing New Year’s night it isn’t the cold that’s terrible -- it’s the lack of human warmth ... only you are kind to me, only from you do I get the crumbs of warmth that help me go on living!”
Even you were moved by the old man’s words. Almost moved. You still remember what sort of man he is, and what he does in secret to the people who offer him a hand. You can feel it: because he is miserable, Omar wants others to be miserable too. There is a darkness in him that, when it feels strength used against it, begs for mercy. But the moment this fat old man gets up and shakes the dust of humiliation off himself, he will again be worse than the lowest scoundrel alive!
Annette set one leg out beautifully, and at once the janitor’s eyes dropped to it, his hand still working at his crotch.
“I ... I’m not to blame for the fact that you’re lonely! I can’t be everything to you. You have to solve your loneliness yourself -- you ask too much of me...” she said.
The old man nodded.
“God, Anna, he just wants to fuck you -- what loneliness are you even talking to him about?!” you think. That thickset old schemer with the sly little pig eyes is always calculating, you know that. And there is only one thing in those calculations: who else he might make the victim of his basest appetites.
“I...” Anna went on, “can only help you with it.”
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