Collateral
Copyright© 2026 by INtrinSicliValud
Chapter 14
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 14 - 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
Did I wake up a hundred times, replaying my wife’s phone call with Yuri? Yes, damn right I did. Him using her that way. Did anger and soul-twisting jealousy sear my core? Again, yes. Her forced responses, making him believe ... Well, it sounded realistic enough to me. Guilt? Also, yes. It was my damned fault Krista had become entangled with him. Did fear raise its ugly head? Oh, God, yes. Without the money, I was dead. So, she’d end up raising our children alone.
But here’s the thing. Each time, the steady thumping of her heart against my ribs calmed me. Plus, the memory of our lovemaking afterwards would slow my spinning brain. Did it make any sense? Nope. Other than she was with me. Back then, that counted for more than anything else.
Did the universe have more tricks up its sleeve? Oh, hell yes, it damned well did.
Once more, in the morning, the same routine arrived. Even though thunder rumbled, she slid from bed to work out and run. But instead of drifting back to sleep until the alarm sounded, I lay there with my mind swirling.
Less than twelve hours remained. Reality struck; there was no way to get the cash. Was it time to admit defeat and call my brother Josh?
“No,” I growled while shoving from bed and smacking the alarm before it could sound.
When she pushed through the door with a huff, I looked up from feeding the kids. As rivulets of rainwater slithered down her soaked frame, Krista flashed me a smile. With Ben and Ella distracted, watching a cartoon on their tablet, she peeled off the soaked sports bra. While poking out her tongue, my sexy wife jiggled her glistening chest at me before prancing upstairs.
Playful. Mine. And “always,” she’d said.
The day was a blur. After a strained phone call with Antigua, I hung up. My loud cursing got me a glare from a pair of employees passing beyond my office’s open doorway. For the first time in weeks, I spent lunch at the office gym. It sucked, but I felt better afterwards. I’d been remiss, and if I was going to die, well ... It was irrational, but I wanted to go out strong. Or at least, leave a decent-looking corpse.
Oh, I lifted my phone several times that afternoon. Sent a few follow-up emails. Even hovered my finger over Josh’s number—twice. Okay, maybe more times than that. But as the sun sank towards the horizon, a strange calm swept over me. Without even a glimmer of hope, it made little sense for Krista to go to another of Yuri’s dinner.
But just as I was about to share that with her, my phone chirped. As if she’d read my mind, it was a text from her. But as I read and reread it, my pulse stuttered.
Baby, can you come home early? Maksim’s gonna pick me up at 5.
Well, no time like the present. With my fingers shaking, I typed a response.
You don’t have to go. I don’t have the money. But I’ll deal with Yuri.
I’m going. Come home.
The entire room shook as I slapped a palm onto the desktop and stared at her words. I should forbid her. Damn it, there was no point to Yuri’s little game anymore. Oh, but those slippery questions reappeared along the dark fringes of my mind. While ignoring the sudden strain in my trousers, I gritted my teeth.
Once home, no sooner had I stepped inside than she flashed a grin at me from the kitchen. Styled hair up and in evening makeup, she wore the same tiny gold lamé dress.
“Thank God! He’s on the way, baby.” After snatching a clutch purse, she click-clacked to me atop those golden heels. “Dinner’s in the oven. The children are playing in Ben’s room.”
“You don’t—”
“I do, Tom. Believe me, I do.” She popped onto the shiny toes to press her mouth against mine.
It wasn’t a simple peck. As her tongue pushed through my parting lips, her low moan had my body quivering. But right as my hands slid around her slinky waist, the limo’s horn sounded, and she pulled away.
“Mmm, Tom. Gonna miss me?” she whispered as her slender frame rubbed along my swelling hardness.
“Y-Yes,” I murmured as she slipped from my grip to open the door.
Just as she was about to step outside, she turned, and those brilliant blue eyes bored into me. As her grin faltered for a split second, there was more than a hint of anxiety floating behind them.
“Love me?” she asked.
“Yes,” I replied.
Simple truth.
After a quick nod, her smile widened. “I love you too, Tom.”
And then she was gone, clicking along the front walk in the late afternoon sun. Like last time, the short hem did nothing to hide her firm, black lace-covered butt and those amazing legs. From beside the open rear door, Maksim also tracked her lithe frame.
But she was mine.
Just as she ducked inside the car, she flashed me a smile. However, there was no grin at all from Maksim as he closed the door. Nope, his face was icy stone as he clambered into the driver’s seat. Yeah, I’d run out of options. And time.
Was that her plan? To buy me a little more time? With a shrug, I eased the front door closed. As Ben and Ella tore downstairs, crying out they were hungry, I focused on them. Because thinking about anything else—hurt. As in a deep ache in the center of my chest.
That night was torture. It was almost three when the limo slid to a halt. With the lights out, I drained the last of a third, or maybe fourth, tumbler and made my way to the front curtains. After easing them open a sliver and peeking, I froze.
It took my brain a few long seconds to process the image.
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