Collateral
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Chapter 4
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 4 - 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 snatching a throw blanket, it took me a while to get comfortable on the couch. Not that sleep would come anytime soon. But once Krista’s crying faded, at least the house was silent. Then again, that only made time creep slower.
What would she do? What could I do? Over and over those questions, along with Yuri’s smile, Maksim’s stoic expression, and her wide eyes tumbled in my brain. Oh, and I hadn’t forgotten the stiff nipples and glittery seam. Nor my hard-on, which had died soon after stumbling from the limo.
Yeah, I was all kinds of messed up. Not to mention, try as I might, no concrete plan to find the money appeared, unless blind hope counted. At some point, the universe must have pitied me, and time blinked.
At the stairs’ quiet creaking, I slit my eyes enough to watch her slip past towards the kitchen. In only a pink T-shirt that left her panty-covered butt exposed, she crept into the brighter morning light at the back of the house. Not long after, the aroma of fresh coffee filled my nostrils. But all I managed was a slow gulp before the universe flickered again.
When I awoke with a start, it was lighter. At the sound of quiet sipping, I pulled my eyelids apart and blinked towards Krista. Sitting cross-legged in an armchair opposite me, she gazed over the rim of a mug.
“Yours is on the”—she giggled—”coffee table.”
Okay, that was a good sign. As I sat up with a groan, she scanned me but remained silent. But she also caught my quick glance at the tight panties peeking at me. We had a whole day before her mom brought the children back. She was dropping them off on the way to Ontario to visit friends. But a single glimpse at her narrowed eyes said I wasn’t gonna get any for a while, kids or not.
“Look, Yuri’s okay—” I said, while leaning for the mug.
“He tore off my pajamas, Tommy!”
“Yeah, but he didn’t do anything.” I lifted the warm coffee in both shaking fists.
“Didn’t do anything? Where the fuck were ya’ll, Tommy? The man was eyeballin’ yer wife. Nekkid!” When she lowered her mug, it shook more than mine. Crimson fountained up those elegant cheekbones. “Ain’t no way in hell I’m goin’ out with him. I could leave with mama. Take the kids. Hide.” She took a long sip while staring at the front door. “Ya’ll better get the money. Ain’t never going anywhere with that man. Ya hear? Never!”
When she spun toward me, her eyes were ablaze. Oh, there was fear, for sure. But was there something else? I gulped when her other reactions in the limo sped into my skull. Not to mention mine. Nah, they’d simply been fleeting, nothing more. Still, I remained silent, and she only glared.
“You can’t do that, baby,” I said at last before sighing. “He’s the mob. He’ll find you. And your mom. Just...” At her shudder, I forced a grin. “Anyway, trust me. I’ll get the money. Hey, I’ve got a week, right?”
“You’d better, Tom.” Although she didn’t return my smile, at least I wasn’t “Tommy.” And the twang had faded. With the mug in her fists shaking so much the coffee sloshed, her eyes glittered with tears. “Please, baby.” My breath hitched at that strange fear-wrapped glimmer in those pools. “You don’t understand. You never ... Um, just don’t let him take me. You’ve got a week. I’m not going with him. I won’t ... It doesn’t matter what I agreed to.”
“You can’t do that, honey. Not with Yuri.”
“Well, I’ve changed my mind.” The tears broke free, glistening as they sped down her face. “Woman’s prerogative.”
“Okay, okay. Look, there’s a few leads. I’ll find the money.”
“You’d better, dear.” She gulped and gazed at the front door again. “Ain’t gettin’ whored out for ... For you.”
“You’re not a whore. Yuri said only dinner and dancing. You like to dance. And, um, there’ll be lots of people around.”
“Oh”—her eyes tightened, despite the tears racing along her cheeks—”so your wife should just relax and have fun with a strange man? No, Tommy.”
Oof, back to “Tommy.” As she glared at me, the room became quiet. Then the universe played its Joker. With a groan, she thumped the mug on the table and surged from the chair. As her warm curves straddled me, she gazed deep into my eyes.
She knew me. Even as that realization thunked into my skull, she drove my shorts downwards, releasing my hard-on. Because yes, there must’ve also been something in my eyes as we’d skipped discussing our reactions.
“Maybe you’d like me to whore for you, huh?” As she raised her hips, she slid a fist around my throbbing hardness.
“What?” Any questions died when her hand stroked me harder. “Oh, God!” is all I could get out before a long moan when her other hand shoved aside her panties.
In a flash, she dropped, impaling her sloppy—very sloppy—pussy. Like warm slick butter, it parted. Even her tight opening was slippery as she twisted herself tighter to me.
“That’s it, baby.” Again, her eyes were blue lasers, boring into me as she began languid bounces. “Mmm, nice and hard. All for me, huh? Your dirty whore. Gonna fuck me, hmm?” She leaned to nip at my lower lip. “Fuck your filthy, horny whore, dear?”
At the sultry tone in her voice and the sudden thrusting of her tongue between my trembling lips, I growled. Plus, the words. Oh, we’d had our fair share of bedroom role-playing, but something in her tone lit a flame deep in my soul. As I thrust upwards, driving her towards the ceiling, the couch creaked. Nails deep in my shirt, her hands clamped my shoulders.
With a loud primal scream, she clenched me so tight air caught in my throat. After an abrupt shudder raced through her, she tightened those slender brows. Sounds, a mix of growls and groans, escaped her as she flung herself up and down, stroking me with her tightness. As her nails clawed deeper, beneath that shadowy cascade of dark chestnut hair, she transformed. Face crimson and teeth bared, my gorgeous wife became an animal.
Under the rapid assault, I struggled to match her rhythm, but wouldn’t last long. When fiercer shuddering zipped through her and she flung her head skyward to scream once more, my entire body planked.
At my sudden grip on her hips, she slowed and crumpled into my arms. As I bucked upwards, unleashing jet after jet deep into her spasming core, she gnawed at my neck.