Collateral
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Chapter 19
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 19 - 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
For a half second, as Natalya tugged on my wrist, I resisted. But at another of those soft giggles, I let her take me into an expansive yet warm bedroom. After slipping from my shoes, my feet sank into thick fur. The animal-skin rug was splayed out before an enormous four-poster bed of shiny dark wood. At my quiet gasp, one more giggle slipped from her.
Just as I slowed to face her, she tossed the damp towel to a chair and slid her hands to my waist. All I did was gulp as she tugged my shirt free and lifted it over my head. Whether she was being overly-kind or not, her breathing raced. At the rapid, heated puffs of vodka-laden air over my bare skin, the pulse in my head roared.
“Mmm, Tommy.” At her nails skimming my chest, I shivered. “Your wife. Oh, she is lucky.”
With those glimmering brown pools nibbling further into my soul, I trembled as she unbuckled my trousers. When they thumped to the floor, her eyes dropped, then widened.
“Mmm, wow, very lucky.” At the slide of her fist along my raging hardness, a loud groan escaped me. “Is pretty cock, Tommy.” When she leaned closer, those racing breaths battered my throbbing tip. God, once she raised those pools to stare at me once more, they sparkled in the dim lighting. “Mmm, very pretty. I like curved ones.” She again giggled as her hand moved on my shaft. “Hit just right.”
When she stepped away from me to slide under the covers, the entire world sorta faded into a blurry mush. As she held the sheets open for me, tremors raced through me. I’d never cheated on Krista. Except for that single blowjob.
Nope, two wrongs didn’t make a right, but my wife was fucking her brains out. And had been for weeks. So, screw it, why should I chain myself to a chunk of failed morality? And with nothing but a hitching sigh, I sank into the mattress and let Natalya lower the covers over me. Yet, despite all that had happened, every muscle tensed as her warm little frame snuggled and a hand drifted over my chest.
“Mmm, I like this, Tommy.” As she settled her chin to my shoulder, she swept fire-streaked chestnut hair from her cheek and gazed at me. “It’s been a while since my last boyfriend.”
“Um, remember...” My voice faded. Everything inside me was screaming for that stupid chunk of morality to shut the fuck up. But it tried. “I’m, uh, married.”
“So? My last boyfriend was married.” At her sudden snort, I jolted. Again, that was not the response I’d expected from her. When her hand once more circled my aching pole, she poked at my ear with her tongue. “So, can I be your girlfriend, handsome Tommy?”
While I remained quiet as my brain struggled to select the right reply, she kissed her way along my jaw. If she was playing me like a—professional, what was her goal? She knew I had no money. That was the understatement to end all understatements.
By then, her brown eyes were tearing away sizeable chunks of my soul. When she eased onto me, with her long auburn tresses shrouding us in a swaying curtain, a low growling sound left my shaking lips.
Okay, I’d given her my answer. As she lifted to run my swollen knob into the most incredible, tight warm slipperiness, we sighed together.
Nope, nosiree, no way could two wrongs ever make a goddamn right. Just because my wife was getting fucked didn’t mean I should do the same. But as my chest hardened, those twinges spiraled through me. Anger. Jealousy. Plus, yes, an ice-wrapped sparkle of revenge grew.
But it lasted only a split second. Only until Natalya sat upright, sliding down my pole. As she placed my hands on her shuddering boobs and smiled down at me, more of my soul surrendered to those wide eyes. For whatever reason, she wasn’t playing me. She was something special, alright.
“Oh, mmm. Bozhe Moi. Oh, God, Tommy.” With her fingers tight to my wrists as I gave those perfect, hand-sized tits gentle squeezes, she raised and lowered. “Mm-hmm. This ... Oh, is wonderful. So full, my sweet,”
And right then, my body froze. Yep, that crumbling morality tried once more.
“I can’t.” My palms started to lift from her perfect cones. “It’s just—”
“Tommy. My handsome Tommy.” With her hands and pussy clamping me, those glimmering brown eyes beneath scrunched dark brows filled my view. “This is first night. Yuri shares with top men. Those he values and trusts most.” After glancing at a clock on the bedside table, she returned to me. “Right now, your wife is ... She is being shared this way, handsome Tommy. Tomorrow morning, when he brings her home, she will be in some discomfort. She cannot take care of this”—as she clenched my shaft again, we both groaned. They were hungry groans. From both of us. “Maybe not for days. That is how first night always is.”
And as she sat on me, with those softened brown eyes melting whatever fear still tried to grip my heart, the world simplified. That time, my mind didn’t whirl. No weird spins. There was nothing but her steady heartbeat tight to my cock, her soft body resting on mine and that beautiful weary face, so full of—need.
Instead, once more, my tired mind worked through the very simple math. Before even the club nights, Krista had already been with Yuri and at least one other. I’d caught her sucking off Maksim. Then, the party. Watched her devour another guy. God alone knew how many others she’d been forced to ... No, that wasn’t true. She hadn’t been groomed.
“So.” At Natalya’s quiet voice, I jolted back to her wondrous visage. “Tonight, I will help handsome new boyfriend.” As she eased up and down on me, sending quiet slurps across the darkness, her eyes twinkled. “If you help me.”
“H-Help you?” It was tough to form words as her sleek wetness stroked my aching pole. “I can’t even help my wife.”
With a sigh, she lowered herself. As those sharp heated tips followed by firm, soft pillows mashed into my heaving chest, my hands roamed her silken flanks.
“Why, pretty cock Tommy, do you insist your wife needs help?”
Yeah, she’d cut right to the marrow. Natalya had witnessed everything, same as me. That last doubt slithered from me as her pelvis rose and fell ever faster. Krista hadn’t begged me to save her from Yuri. Not after the first date. But it still hurt, and a tear rolled free of my watering eyes. With a soft whimper, she nuzzled into my neck.
“I’m sorry, Tommy. Truly, I am.” For a second, her lips hovered over mine before lowering to nibble at my chin. “But your wife ... She is Yuri’s now. His girlfriend. As I said, my brother is kind. A woman like her, he will provide what she needs.”
Another tear slipped free as I nodded. With her brown eyes boring into me, her insides massaged me as she pumped quicker. Wait, what? Brother? Oh, shit! Yuri’s little sister was fucking me. I was so dead!
Right as I widened my mouth to speak, her supple, warm lips dropped. At the sudden thrust of a pointed tongue and the hungry moans erupting from both of us, any further thinking fled. What the hell? I was a dead man, anyway.