She Is - 17
Copyright© 2026 by RogueTen
Chapter 14
Drama Sex Story: Chapter 14 - 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
... Now that was a scene! Forgive me; the theatergoer in me is rejoicing! A scene like that would be perfect for my theater and a play about the City of B! Did you feel the tension spilling over? Wow! Excellent! But let us not relax; this is not the end of the chapter.
The spouses lay on the bed, stunned by what they had done, by what had happened between them.
“You know,” Annette said quietly, looking now at her husband, now at the window Omar had left empty, “you and I are like Fresnel’s mirrors. They took two light-reflecting mirrors and joined them together. And at a certain angle, two rays of light produced darkness.”
Yuri swallowed. He felt something similar, but unlike his wife, he was afraid to say it aloud. When Yuri first fell in love with his future wife, he would say to her:
“I am so happy you appeared in my life. You are my salvation!”
And now he thought:
“Can a woman be salvation? If you are swimming, she helps you swim; if you are drowning, she only helps you drown...”
Anna suddenly got up.
“I just remembered I promised the neighbor I’d feed his cat!” she said, pulling on her jeans.
“Does that have to be done right now?” Yuri asked unhappily.
“Of course! The poor kitty has had no breakfast. I didn’t even pour her any water!”
“She could have waited another half hour. Nothing would have happened to her...”
“Don’t be so cruel, Yuri!”
“Fine, as long as you’re not running off to a lover,” Yuri smirked.
Annette looked at him somehow strangely before putting on a T-shirt and leaving.
In the stairwell, on the landing, Omar was waiting for her, shifting impatiently from one foot to the other, like a goat. Seeing his leering goat-face, Annette flinched. She had expected the old man to be here and still had hoped he would not come.
Quickly descending to him, she threw the little bag of cat food onto the floor.
“You must not tell anyone what you saw, do you understand? No one!”
“I understand, I understand, daughter,” the old man answered, pulling off her T-shirt.
Annette was so surprised that she did not stop him; she even raised her arms, letting him remove the fabric. The old man grunted contentedly and hung the T-shirt on the railing. Several times Annette had had sex with the old man, during which he dominated her, and when Omar bared her above the waist, her conditioned submission to the janitor worked automatically. But the beauty came back to herself and immediately covered her breasts!
“What are you doing?” she said indignantly.
“Undressing you, daughter. After what I saw, I very much want...” said the old immigrant, unfastening his fly.
“Want what?! Have you lost your mind???”
“I looked at you young people and remembered my own youth ... The body is old, but the desires are like a young man’s!”
“That is ... not my problem!”
Annette faltered because the old man had already exposed himself. Large, thick, powerful, already erect. Every time after sex with her husband, Annette was struck, as a woman, by the fact that a cock could be so much larger. It was something one could not get used to.
“But you yourself, daughter, did not receive satisfaction,” the old man reminded her, displaying himself before her, knowing how it affected women. “Help an old man, and he will help you ... When you appeared in my life, I understood that fate had become like a kind wife to me, though before that I thought it was like an evil stepmother...”
He deliberately dragged out the time, touching himself. He knew he was wearing down a woman’s will.
“Listen, Omar, don’t make me angry,” Annette said, glancing at his imposing member and, with every second, feeling more and more need between her legs. “I am not going to behave like an animal and go straight from under my husband to under you simply because I did not have an orgasm! And in general, aren’t you ashamed of spying?”
The old man listened to Annette and grew more and more afraid there would be no sex with her. And he so wanted to have her right now, still warm after Yuri! What gave him courage was that her T-shirt was still off.
“People constantly behave like animals, only they cannot remember why,” the old man pronounced. “And the whole point is that they are animals.”
“I am an animal?!”
The old man understood: this was the moment. Either he would break the resistance of the white bitch, or she would leave, proudly swaying her backside, pleased that she had refused him.
“Yes!” the old man breathed, and starry Annette froze. “You are a bitch! My bitch! I fucked you, and I will fuck you! Hard! Because you like it!”
With an effort of will, Annette kept a calm expression on her face, but her hands, slipping down from her breasts, betrayed her.
And then Omar grabbed her by the hair. That was the final blow to the beauty’s defenses, for she secretly dreamed of male domination over her. Once, she herself had told Omar this, and by doing so had given him the keys to the treasure house between her legs.
“Oh ... Daddy...” she said, her heart pounding loudly.
Omar’s eyes shone with happiness.
“Daughter ... Allah gave you to me...”
“Allah has nothing to do with it. All the religions in the world are only trying to ward off death with charms, the way women used to charm away toothaches. There is no ... Allah,” Annette said, to anger the old man, to awaken the thing in him she needed. It may seem strange, but the old devil was a believer, simply because he was incapable of unbelief. Without faith he would be like a three-legged stool -- unable to stand.
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