Chapter 2

Omar knocks on the door of their room. For a long time. You are holding his hand, though he does not know it. Annette nervously bites a fingernail. At last, she opens the door and goes inside. Yuri lies in a deep drunken sleep. Annette approaches her husband. She studies the face she has known for years. She knows every line upon it, the unevenness of his lips, the length of his eyelashes, the mole near his temple; she knows what this face looks like in joy and in grief. This is family. One of her own. At that moment she begins to feel disgust for Omar. For the stranger. For herself, for her treacherous bond with this stranger.

“I have committed the only sin that exists,” Annette thinks. “There are no other crimes. There is no evil, no violence, no cannibalism ... Nothing is more terrible than betraying someone who placed his trust in you!”

Oh, you do not like this turn in her thoughts. Here in Providence, your influence is weaker. But you possess an advantage over me. I do not interfere in the Story. You, however ... give Omar a push into the room. Seeing that Yuri is sound asleep, the old man unfastens his fly as he walks and pulls out his cock, now without a condom.

Coming up behind Annette, he slips his stiffening penis between her legs and presses it against her vagina through the fabric of her bodysuit. The yogini shudders at the masculine heat, the tension. Thoughts fly out of her head. Instinct remains, the play of hormones. Though that is not quite true. Annette still thinks, but now she thinks differently. Her thoughts have been corrupted.

“I am so guilty before Yuri! Let my fall go all the way to the bottom now. I deserve it!”

She senses that these thoughts are alien, the thoughts of someone who wishes her harm. Yet she can do nothing with herself. She pushes her ass toward Omar, sliding her vagina along his flesh. Her body jerks beneath the hormonal blow.

“Let it happen like this, in front of my husband. Let it rebuke me forever. Let the memory torment me!” Annette thinks her diseased thoughts. When Omar opens the fastening at the crotch of her bodysuit, she does not resist. The beauty’s breathing is ragged. There have been too many sensations; Annette cannot contain them, and her thoughts cloud over. The brutal cock slides across her wet labia and parts them.