Collateral
Copyright© 2026 by INtrinSicliValud
Chapter 18
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 18 - 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
When the headlights disappeared into a dip in the road, I glanced at the dark, scrubby woods. Was it Yuri’s goons? Should I hide? Call for help? Again, my stare locked on the useless phone. Even if a blip of reception appeared, who would I contact? The cops? And report what? After a curt exhale, I tensed, ready to leap into the shadowy trees, but kept walking with my head lowered.
After reappearing, the lights bathed me in their glow, sending my lengthening shadow across the cracked asphalt. Pulse spiraling upward, I moved to the very edge of the road, stepping on gravel. But when the wheels crunched ever slower, my legs contracted, ready to send me into the darkness.
“Tommy?”
At Natalya’s voice, I lifted my head towards the vehicle as its window lowered further. From the dimly lit interior, those brown eyes twinkled. No longer in the bikini, she grinned as I scanned the bulky gray sweatshirt and loose matching pants.
“How are you, handsome Tommy?”
“Uh, fine,” I murmured before inspecting the expensive German car. Bright red. Figured.
“Is it not getting colder?” She sighed, then glanced down the empty road ahead. “You are lost, correct?” When I held up my phone, she snorted, and her gaze locked onto me again. “It doesn’t work. Yuri has connections. Nobody is tracked out here. Satellites don’t ... I don’t know word. They don’t see here.” For a moment, her teeth tapped her lower lip. “I will give you lift.”
After a quick scan up and down the deserted road and another glance towards the distant city lights, I gulped. When my view shifted to her outfit once more, she followed my gaze.
“What?” She chuckled. “You think I walk around in skimpy swimsuit?”
Although my wife had while prancing from our home, I said nothing. With her eyes fixed on me, she tugged off the top in a spray of shiny auburn hair before tossing it into the back seat. Despite the world blurring, her bright smile shone as she jiggled her chest.
“There, better?” She laughed while leaning to open the door. With those perky tits swaying and that grin widening, I didn’t know where to look. “Now you can stare at them as I drive you home, Tommy. I won’t bite.” Another laugh left her as the door popped open and she sat upright. Warmth seeped from the interior. “Unless you, um, enjoy that.”
Heartbeat battering my ribs, I looked down the dark road again. She was correct; I’d no idea where I was. With a sigh, I climbed inside. Along with the smell of new leather, the aromas of marijuana smoke and pool chlorine slipped into my nose. Chest tightening, I forced memories of Krista from my mind. The sudden lurch and spin of tires as she stomped the accelerator helped.
Amid the roaring engine as the car sped onwards, Natalya remained quiet. But I noted her sidelong glances. With me keeping my eyes glued to the road ahead and not to the side, the grin left her face. But it wasn’t as if I could ignore those perfect sharp tips, dark pink, jiggling whenever we rolled over soft bumps. Or swaying as she navigated curves in the ever-descending roadway.
“So, why you and pretty wife at Yuri’s party?” At her voice, I started.
“Uh, I owe him money.” When I risked a direct look, my eyes locked on her chest. Although it was only a brief glance, her grin returned. After a swift smack of her shiny lips, she focused on driving.
“You have not paid him?”
“No.”
For a while, she remained silent. But as we slid onto a wider road, she sighed. “And your wife, she’s—”
“I don’t know,” flew from me. “She danced and dined with him every Friday for a month.”
“Until you pay him?”
“Yes.” A curt sigh left me. It had been such a stupid idea. My cheeks flooded with heat. But this idiot had fallen for it.
“Except you didn’t?”
“No! I told you that.” As my fists tightened, I looked at her. Although she pursed her lips, her brows furrowed. “Sorry. Um, I almost had the money, but—”
“Hmm,” is all she said before slowing the car. After pulling a U-turn, she glanced at me. No grin. “Better call babysitter.”
“What do you mean? Why?”
“You owed Yuri. But didn’t pay him. He gave you month. More time than most.” With a chirping squeal of tires, she merged the roaring machine onto another road, heading for the city. “Now, he will keep her. You don’t want to be alone in house with kids tonight. Not for first night.”
“First?” I gulped. “What do you—”
“Do you have Yuri’s money?”
“No,” left me in a shaky whisper.
“Then he keeps your wife again some other nights.” After giving me a quick glance, she sighed. “Maybe longer. She likes to fuck, no?”
All the images flooded my aching skull. Not just us together. But what I’d seen—or inferred from what had been floating between her legs. Nope, that hadn’t been a loose strand. Plus, what Krista had said. The clubs. The yacht, if that was the whole truth. After a slow gulp, I nodded.
“Good. He also likes to fuck.”
“But—”
Before I could ask another question, my phone chimed. We’d left the satellite blackout. After tugging it from my pocket, I read the text. Well, stared at the blurring words. It took a while for my brain to process the message from my wife.
Hon. Yuri said 2 tell you I must stay. Drnk 2 muchand muststay on him. Luv. K
As I struggled to breathe, the car’s interior twisted into a spinning ball of black haze. Yuri said? On him? At my gasping, Natalya slowed and gave the screen a quick glance.
“Call babysitter, Tommy,” she uttered in a low voice as a hand slid onto my shaking arm.
“Um, don’t have to. Kids are...” Crap, where were they? I should know. Krista, staying all night. With Yuri. On Yuri “ ... somewhere. Uh, at neighbors. A sleepover.”
“Okay.” As her slender fingers patted me, she shot the crimson rocket ship up a highway on-ramp. “Good.”
“Where are we going?”
“My place.” She flashed me a grin. Beyond magical, it somehow bored into my swirling world. Once more, it became a beacon burning through the red-tinged murk. “You’ll stay with me, Tommy.”
“You don’t have to. I’ll be fine,” I lied.
Silent with her soft hand tight on me, she continued driving toward the twinkling city lights.
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