She Is - 22
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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
Yuri guessed that something unusual had happened in the restroom. But what? Not knowing is the greatest torment. Yet no one asks a person which cross would be easiest for him to carry.
“It’s still a shame Alice Cooper doesn’t make songs like he used to!” Omar said, thoroughly pleased with life. Having come on Annette and pissed on her, the old man had attained Zen. “He had so many good ones! Why can’t people like him stay young forever...”
“Nobody needs immortality,” Yuri said firmly. “A human being still isn’t capable of enduring his own inner hell for that long, or of eliminating it.”
Annette, who had been silent, gave her gloomy husband a strange look. She remembered his face in the window when she cheated on him with two immigrant men. Did he know? And keep silent? Endure it? What was it like for Yuri to live with that? And he still did not know what Omar had done to her in the restroom...
A thought suddenly came to Annette. Feeling pity for her husband and sensing an injustice, she decided to balance the scales a little.
... At home Yuri poured himself tea and drank it in small sips, trying to convince himself that nothing had happened between his wife and the old man at the exhibition. But remembering Omar’s erection, which so many people had noticed, made that hard to believe.
Yuri stared out the window while Omar rummaged through the refrigerator, wanting to restore his strength after orgasm. The winter sky barely fit through the open pane. “Nothing happened. Annette is changing. Omar just felt sick.” But Yuri could only deceive himself for a short while — about as long as it took to drink a cup of tea.
Annette entered the kitchen.
“Yuri, have you showered?” she asked.
“No.”
“Want to take one together?”
Yuri’s eyebrows rose, and the bad thoughts vanished at once. The old man was surprised too. Seeing Yuri hesitate, Omar said:
“Don’t be shy on my account. Go on, you’re young. You only live once, brother. Better to remember and regret than regret having nothing to remember...”
“You’re no brother of mine, vermin,” Yuri said with unexpected venom as he stood up.
“Hey!” Annette protested.
“I’m not apologizing,” Yuri said as he went into the bathroom.
“I’ll talk to him,” Annette quietly assured the old man before following her husband.
... Later, in the shower, jets of water beat against the naked spouses. Annette arched as though in pain, presenting Yuri with her magnificent breasts.
It had an effect, I must say. So did the situation itself: the fact that the beauty had invited him into the shower right in front of Omar and was behaving with deliberate sexuality. This was unlike Annette, who ordinarily did not display her feminine charms so openly in front of her husband. She was getting him worked up.
Naturally Yuri expected sex and began running his hands over his wife’s body, squeezing her ass and breasts. But Annette suddenly stopped him and, looking closely into his eyes, sank to her knees before him.
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