Collateral
Copyright© 2026 by INtrinSicliValud
Chapter 10
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 10 - Married to gorgeous Krista, and the father of two children, Tom’s life is perfect. Except for one thing-his gambling problem. This time, he’s in deep…to the Russians. Mob boss Yuri makes an offer. Tom has a month to find the money; until then, Krista will dine with him. Secrets are revealed. Their marriage bonds are tried. And their world may never be the same.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mult Consensual Heterosexual Wife Watching Gang Bang Exhibitionism Masturbation Oral Sex Voyeurism
After the long drive and Krista’s magical welcome home greeting, I stumbled into the shower before collapsing into bed. Even as I settled into a pillow, my eyes fluttered. Soon enough, blackness took me away.
But when a soft body snuggled tight to me in the darkness, I gave it a quick squeeze. As she moaned into my ear, a slow exhale drifted from me. Right then, despite the debt to Yuri, the world was perfect.
“I love you, Krista,” I whispered.
“Love you, too, sexy man,” she replied before finding my lips with hers.
As tired as we both were, the kiss was brief. But her hand slid downward to grip my rod even as her breathing slowed.
Yeah, perfect.
Per usual, the next morning, she was out running while I was whirling around the kitchen, taking care of the kids. Although Ben’s sniffles were no more, Ella complained of a tummy ache. Ah, the joys of parenthood.
Just as I got her settled with some warm juice, Krista, glistening with sweat, bounced in through the front door. As soon as she spotted me, she did a slow twirl and blew me a kiss before disappearing upstairs to get ready.
Still perfect.
And with a grin, I finished getting the kids fed. With Ella’s stomach full, she was once more giggling and smiling. A dad victory.
And then the perfection sorta drifted sideways. While still attaching an earring, Krista dashed into view. A glance at the clock showed she was running late, so I got Ella bundled and ready.
“Thanks, hon,” my wife said before gulping her coffee.
It was as she twisted to dunk the empty mug in the sink that I caught the sliding of stiff dark nipples under a light blue blouse. When she turned back to face me, she flashed a wide grin and eased her chest upwards.
“No, uh, bra?” I murmured.
“Yuri says I don’t need one.” She chortled, then ran a fingernail along my shaking jaw. “And from your expression, I’m guessing you agree, huh?”
I mean, she possessed the magnificent tits of a goddess. Firm, upward-sloped, and perky. As she glanced at the clock, then launched towards her briefcase, their pokey dark stems bounced. She had an amazing—everything.
“Uh...” I gulped. “I guess not. No.”
“Well then, horny man, ta-dah! Freedom at last.” She gave me one more quick jiggle before laughing and gesturing for Ella to head out. “Oh, almost forgot.” She dashed back to peck at my mouth with her lips. “Have a good day, baby. Love you.”
Right as she whirled away, a synapse deep in my whirling, hormone-flooded brain connected.
“Wait. Yuri’s still calling you?”
“Yep,” she called over her shoulder before dashing outside.
And just like that, it was me and our son staring at the closed door.
“Mommy’s pretty,” he said.
“Yes. Yes, she is, Ben,” I muttered.
After dropping him at daycare, I again sat in its parking lot, gazing at nothing. No tears. Only mind whirling. Why’d I think she’d stopped talking with Yuri? What else were they discussing? And she hadn’t asked once about my debt to him. Yet, if anything, she was more playful. No, my wife was downright seductive.
But once more, as I punched the steering wheel, the remedy remained the same. Find the goddamned cash. Except time was flying. It was already Thursday. And, success or not, Mr. Harrison expected a full briefing on what had happened at Averill.
So, yeah, that day flew.
By the time I made it home, Krista and the children were at the dinner table. While my wife gave me a tight grin, the kids flashed me beaming smiles as I sat before a covered plate.
“Had a good day?” I asked.
“Yes, daddy!” Ella replied.
“I won a pony, dad.” At my eyebrow lifting, Ben laughed. “Not a real one. I got to paint one and put it in my workbook.”
“Ah, nice.” After smiling at him, I shifted to Krista. “And how was—”
“Umm, I received some packages.” As she scanned the kids, again chatting about a game, she rolled her lips. “Uh, after dinner, we need to open them. Um, together.”
At her shadowed eyes, I only nodded. But inside, my heart was flicking between a dizzying iron-hard tightness and speeding. Her mother might’ve sent us something? But the food lost its taste; No, of course it wasn’t her. At Krista’s slow gulping as she stood, the room wavered.
Once the kids were settled before the television, I followed her upstairs to our bedroom. After a final check, she eased the door shut and pointed to a stack of boxes on the bed.
“Um, Yuri had Maksim drop these off at work.”
“At the school?” My voice rose to a much higher pitch than I’d intended.
“No. I mean, yes.” She walked past me to lift the first one. “Umm, I met him in the parking lot at lunch. And, uh, Yuri was ... Well, you know how he can be. I wasn’t to open them until you were here.”
As she opened the lid and raised a handful of shimmering golden material, I understood why. At her soft gasp, my chest became a steel drum. A weird mix of heat and ice slashed through me.
It was a slinky, hip-draping, gold lamé dress. Backless and with a neckline plunging to the waist, there was no way to wear a bra. As she placed it against her before the mirror, the hem didn’t even reach mid-thigh.
Yeah, Yuri was sure sending me a message. Like Krista’s hemlines, time was getting much shorter.
The other boxes held sleek, ankle-strap, six-inch stilettos. Also gold. Oh, and expensive, flowered lace black panties.
After she’d opened everything, the universe slowed as her shimmering eyes met mine. Without a word, she slipped from her clothes and again placed the dress against her curves.
As she swayed in the mirror, I gained a magnificent view of her scantily clad frame. Stiff nipples poking through the shiny gold. The slow glide of her sleek hips. Stretched cotton tight to a perfect, firm ass. God, she was hot. Noticing my inspection, she glanced at my straining crotch and flashed me an impish grin.
“Mmm, somebody likes it, I see.” She slid its hem along a bare leg—very high up that bare leg—and spun to me. “It is cute, though, huh?”