She Is - 23
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Chapter 8
Drama Sex Story: Chapter 8 - 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
The bathroom camera wasn’t working. Either Suhrob had damaged it, or something was wrong with the app. Yuri didn’t see his wife until she came out. And it was a SHOCK.
She could have wrapped her entire body in the tape. Could have covered herself with it like a veil! No one was supervising her. But Anna had wrapped herself up in the most vulgar way possible! She had left her pubic mound and breasts exposed, with the areolas of her nipples peeking out from beneath the strips!
Now Yuri saw red. He yanked the headphones out of his ears and, praying that his darkening phone wouldn’t shut down before he could act (only four percent battery left!), called a taxi. In the car the banker wondered whether to give the driver a different address: 6 Maple Court. Why not? Go home, pack his things, and leave all this behind! But Yuri had lived long enough to know that flight is never a final solution. No matter where you run, you’re always running from yourself.
Soon he reached the address his private detective had given him. He rang the bell on the fifth floor. A pause. Omar opened the door.
“Whoa!” he exclaimed, startled to see Annette’s husband. Yuri burst into the apartment and looked around. Three men were sitting in the kitchen. No one else. Except ... the steady, rhythmic creaking of a bed.
“Where is she?!” Yuri shouted. In his confusion he couldn’t work out where the sound was coming from and began searching the rooms. The creaking stopped. His wife came flying out of one of the rooms, adjusting the strips of tape that had somehow slipped down around her hips.
“Yuri?! What are you doing here?!” she asked in a drunken voice. She looked as if she’d just run a couple of miles.
“What are you doing here, Anna?! What are you doing here looking like that?!”
Suhrob appeared behind Annette.
“All this racket and nobody’s fighting?” he asked good-naturedly.
“My wife is a WHORE! AN ACTUAL FUCKING WHORE!!!”
“What?!” Annette exclaimed indignantly. “It’s just a party outfit, like cosplay, you idiot! I’ll never forgive you for those words, for insulting me like that, and in front of everybody too!”
“You’re the one humiliating me in front of everybody!!!”
“Stop it, there’s obviously been a misunderstanding,” Suhrob tried to calm them.
“Oh, fuck all of you!” Yuri said, and sat down at the table. In front of the three “relatives” he began downing one shot after another.