Collateral
Copyright© 2026 by INtrinSicliValud
Chapter 8
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 8 - 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
As the orange glow of the sun penetrated my eyelids, I yawned and stretched. Again, Krista was gone, but that wondrous coffee aroma filled my nose, and laughing came from downstairs.
After a quick shower, I stumbled towards the kitchen, still groggy. At the sight of my wife, I slowed. In a flirty black miniskirt and a thin purple V-neck blouse, she was shimmying to a pop tune. While humming along, she cleared the breakfast dishes from the table.
The laughter was coming from Ben and Ella. Already dressed, they were sitting in front of the television, enthralled by cartoons. After a quick smile, I returned to my wife’s swaying physique.
When she noticed my inspection, she gave me a sweeping twirl of her hips and grinned. But as I stepped closer, she pointed back toward the stairs.
“Matinee starts in forty-five minutes, sleepyhead.” She gathered the last dirty plates. “I’ll make you some coffee. Go get dressed.”
“Huh?”
“You forgot?” Her brows knitted as she sashayed to the sink. Yeah, she added a little extra swing in those hips, sending the flimsy hem high on her thighs. “It’s Saturday, Ella’s friend’s birthday. Movie outing. Go on. Hurry up.”
“Oh, okay.”
No, of course, I didn’t remember. Hell, after everything else, I was lucky to remember that it was Saturday.
Once at the cavernous cinema, Ben complained when Krista told him to sit with his big sister and the other children. All of them swarmed the front rows. But he was a momma’s boy. Well, at least until another kid showed him the latest mobile game on his tablet. Then we were dead to him. After Ella gave a quick wave, us parents were dismissed.
As we both laughed, Krista took my arm.
“Now what?” I whispered right as the lights dimmed.
“The tickets are paid for, hon. So, we, um, watch the movie.” Before I could argue, she pressed her lips to my ear. “Unless you don’t want to sit in the dark with me for ninety whole minutes?”
Yeah, I made damn good time to the uppermost seats. An older couple, looking for all the world like somebody’s quaint grandparents, was barely visible at the far end. For a while, we watched in silence, making sure the kids were fine. With eyes wide as the hero dashed from certain death, they were okay.
Soon she lifted the armrest between us and snuggled under my arm to hug my ribs. At the slow glide of her hand over my neck, I smiled into those glittering pools. When she slipped her fingers into mine and eased my palm to her thigh, I gulped.
“Remember how naughty I used to be?” With our clasped hands, she slid the skirt upwards. Then further. At warm, silken skin beneath my fingertips, I gasped. No panties. That, she hadn’t done since we’d first met. As a quiet hitching whimper escaped her, she glided those supple, full lips along my tensing throat. “Mmm, you like?”
Right as my digits wandered over her velvet folds, another soft gasp left me. No tickling fine hairs. No trace of her sculpted strip remained. When I met her eyes, they twinkled.
“Wha—” I started to whisper.
“Hmm, I know. Shaved this morning. Haven’t done that before. Plus, bare like this ... Mmm, Jesus.” Her trembling tongue poked at my jaw. “Yuri was right; it feels so clean and cool with no hair.” She giggled into my ear. “Well, it did ‘til those nice, long fingers arrived. Now I’m so wet. And umm, getting really hot, baby.”
“Krista, are you—” My mind slammed to a halt. Yuri?
“Baby, pl-please,” she whispered. Even as I was wrapping my head around what she’d said, her teeth nipped at my earlobe. “Make your sexy, horny wife come. Hmm, pl-please?”
As she spread her legs and pressed into me, Krista’s whole body was vibrating. Besides, my rod was hard as a rock. Okay, we’d discuss Yuri later. Right then ... Yeah, God help me, I wanted her to lose control on my fingers. When my fingertip eased into her dripping warm seam, she sighed into my ear.
“Oh, yes, Tom,” she hissed. Then, with a quiet moan, she pushed into my hand. “Mmm, deeper, baby. Do that magic.”
Fuck, Yuri. And fuck the money. With a soft growl, I shoved my digit into her. As she thrust into me, her abrupt moan was muffled at the last moment by her mouth spreading across my neck.
When I eased a second finger inside, she slurped louder on my skin and her nails raked along my chest. With her heartbeat battering my ribs, I dropped my lips to her forehead. Yeah, she was more than ready. At the gentle rolling of my thumb over her hot little spike, she shoved into me, moaning.
Faster thumb motions brought quicker pelvic shoving. As my swirling fingers plunged further, quiet squelches echoed in the noisy theater. Trembling, her teeth sank into my neck.
But I waited, watching the screen. Until a big action scene arrived. Perfect. With a forceful press, I flicked her clit with my thumb, and as she bucked, drove a third digit into her. With her flaring nostrils sending heated air over my skin, she rode my pumping hand.
Just as the first scream ripped from her as frothy bubbles along my skin, I caught her eyes in a brilliant flash from the screen. Ablaze, they fluttered as a second scream built and my heartbeat roared. Yeah, Yuri could invite her out for dinner, but she was my wife. My lover. As my digits moved faster, more muffled, drooling screams erupted.
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