Wait for Me (Audio Script)

Stories

Ah, that must be my husband. After a long week away, he’s finally on his way home.

I hate that he has to travel for work, but I have to admit, I don’t mind how… aroused he is once he finally gets home. It’s almost become tradition–the desperate, insatiable sex we have as soon as he walks in the door.

The time apart makes us even hungrier than we usually are for each other, and tonight is no different. I’ve been counting down the hours, and now that it’s here, I’m almost giddy.

“Hey, babe! I was just thinking about you. Are you on the plane?”

“Hey, babe. No, I’m not, unfortunately. I was actually just calling to let you know that the plane’s delayed.”

“Really? I was really looking forward to you being home tonight.”

“I still will be… Just not as early as we were hoping.”

“How long is it delayed?”

“Hopefully, only an hour. As long as this storm lets up.”

“I’m sorry, babe. But listen, I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

“Oh yeah? How do you plan to do that?”

“In ways I can’t describe to you while I’m sitting in a crowded terminal… But I think you can imagine.”

“Mmmm You’re right. I can imagine… And I’ve already been waiting soooo long for you. If I imagine hard enough… I just might make myself–”

“Ah, ah ah. There will be absolutely none of that until I get home.”

“Babe…

“Don’t ‘babe’ me. You know the rules.”

“But I’ve already waited all week for you.”

“Then another couple of hours won’t kill you. Just go sit down and relax. I promise the wait will be worth it when I finally get home.”

It always is. Every touch. Every kiss. Every moment we’re together is utter perfection.

“Fine. But I hope you’re quick.”

“Baby, quick is the very last thing I’m going to be when I finally get my hands on you tonight. I’ll call you when I land and get to my car, okay?”

The next few hours go by at snail’s pace before his flight eventually takes off, and I know he’ll be home soon... But not soon enough..

I was prepared to wait a little longer, but somehow, the new delay feels like too much. Especially since he got my mind swirling when he told me to “imagine” all the ways he was going to make it up to me.

Although something tells me that was his point.

The man knows me so well that there is no way he did it by accident.

He knows me. He knows the anticipation drives me wild. Remembering the way he’s touched me before… Fantasizing about new ways he’ll touch me tonight… Knowing what I have coming, but that it’s just out of reach.

Seeing his name pop up on my phone screen gives me a giddy smile, and I click into his message right away.

(Text message) Sorry, I’m late. There’s a surprise for you at the front door.

Is it him? Is he home?

I race to the front door and open it wide. Instead of my husband, I find a box sitting on the porch. White cardboard wrapped in a crisp, red satin bow…

I tug at the ribbon and unravel it, and then pull the top off of the box.

My heart skips when I see what’s inside— a brand new vibrator. I pick it up, brushing my thumb over the silicone. It’s smooth and round and small enough to fit inside the palm of my hand. Small enough to fit inside of me.

Although we’ve talked about it, we’ve never used toys like this in the bedroom. We’ve been looking for ways to spice things up, and this… this certainly will.

Another message from my husband comes through, and this one gives me a rush of chills.

(Text message) A little something for us to play with. Go upstairs, take your clothes off, and wait for me.

I don’t have to be told twice.

Excitement swirls through me as I tiptoe up the stairs, imagining the possibilities. I don’t know how long I’ll be waiting, but whether it’s ten minutes or three hours, I know I’ll be absolutely crazy for him by the time he finally gets home.

He knows that, too, and it’s all part of his game.

He likes me being at his mercy, and honestly, so do I. There’s no one in the world who could ever push me to my absolute limit but make me feel so safe at the same time.

He’s all I can think about as I slip off my clothes, piling them on the floor and lying back against our bed. The sheets smell like him, and as I breathe him in, my core fires up with need.

It’s been way too long since I’ve had him, and the wait is every bit as arousing as it is excruciating.

I don’t expect to hear from him so soon, but when his deep, baritone voice is on the other end of the line, my whole body vibrates.

“Hey, baby. Did you get my gift?”

“I did…. And I’m upstairs, naked and ready for you to get home and use it on me….”

“Mmm. I had another idea…”

“What’s that?”

“I’m in the car now, and I’m going to be home in thirty minutes, And I want you absolutely feral for me by the time I get there…”

Well, that’s a no-brainer.

“And while I’m on my way, I’m going to talk you through exactly how I want you to use that vibrator until I get there…”

“Y-you want me to…”

“Turn the vibrator on, baby. Let me hear it.”

I fumble with the button on the small piece of silicone in my hands. With just a little pressure, it fires up, and a faint buzz fills the air.

“Mmm. That’s what I wanted to hear. Now, lie back, baby. And listen carefully.”

My hands shake with anticipation. With excitement. With nerves.

“Spread your legs, baby. Nice and wide. I want you to relax and just listen to the sound of my voice.”

I follow his order exactly, wanting to please him even though he’s not here and it’s just his voice. The cool air hits my pussy as I slowly spread my legs apart, and I close my eyes, letting myself sink into the moment.

“Start with your hands. I want you to run your fingers over your skin… Soft… Gentle… Slowly…”

I close my eyes, letting my hands wander between my legs. It’s not the first time I’ve ever touched myself, but it’s the first time I’ve done it under his direction, and something about that feels different.

I’m timid at first–almost cautious– but eventually, I get into it.

“Mmmm… This feels good, but I wish you were the one doing it to me.”

“I will be soon, baby. We’re just getting you warmed up. Are you starting to get wet?”

“Mhm.”

My fingers easily slide through my pussy, my strokes getting faster. More intentional.

“Good. Now I want you to press your thumb into your clit… Move it in a few slow circles.”

It’s a move he knows I love, and it’s even more effective now that I control the pressure.

“Oh god, baby..”

My body arches, the sensation starting out small and swelling bigger and bigger with each movement until I feel it in my core. This…. burn? An ache? Whatever it is, it coils through my body. It’s so good.

I’m almost embarrassed by how turned on I already am, but there’s something about him ordering me to pleasure myself that has me even more riled than usual.

“Now slide a little further down… That’s it, nice and slow…”

I’m already squirming to hold off my climax. It feels inevitable.

He really thinks I can do this for thirty minutes and not passion?

The hum of the vibrator on the bed next to me doesn’t help, either. It’s a reminder of what’s still to come, and it’s got me on the edge of my seat. I can’t wait to feel it on my body, but I don’t know if I’ll be able to contain myself.

“Now ease a finger inside. Just one. I want you to swirl it around… nice and deep…. There you go…”

“Ahhhh….”

“Fuck, I love hearing those sweet moans on your lips… Sounds like you’re ready for something a little different, yeah?”

“B-baby… I…”

“What’s wrong, baby? Aren’t you interested in the gift I sent you?”

“More than interested.”

“It’s just… I’m…”

“Ahhh I get it now. You’re close, aren’t you? I can hear it in your voice. You want a little release?”

“Yes. Please.”

“Patience, angel. I promise, we’ll get there. Just… not yet.”

I’m used to the waiting game with him, but this feels next level. I’m the one teasing myself. I’m the one depriving myself. He’s directing me, but I’m the one in control here, and it’s oddly empowering.

“Now pick up that vibrator. We’re going to start slowly. I want you to run it along your inner thigh… Easy up and down strokes…”

Right away, it feels so intense. It’s coursing through my body. Heat builds inside of me with every stroke.

“Mmm…”

“Now work your way higher… Slowly…slowly…just a bit. A little tease…”

My breathing shallows as the sensations get more intense as I move the vibrator closer and tease myself, over my hips and spread thighs but not touching myself yet,

So close that I can feel the faint vibrating across my pussy, but not close enough to fully enjoy it. Not yet, anyway.

I try to imagine the way he’d touch me if he was here right now. Soft lingering touches that flutter against my skin. A firm, assuring grip to hold me in place.

“Ahhhh…”

“That feels good, doesn’t it, baby?”

My stomach lurches. I knew this moment was coming, and the anticipation is beautifully brutal. With my body already so on edge, it doesn’t take much to completely fire me up.

I let out a little gasp when I feel it against my sensitive skin, every single nerve in my body suddenly on fire.

“Move it in slow, easy circles.”

“Ohhh god…”

I’ve never felt like this before. The intensity. The exhilaration. So damn good.

“Press a little harder…”

“Ahhh…”

“That’s it, baby. Rub it all over that sweet, wet cunt…”

There’s something so sexy about that sweet voice talking so filthy to me.

“Fuck, baby. Moan for me like that again…”

The promise is as exhilarating as it is nerve-racking. How much longer do I have to wait? Will he make me wait more once he gets here?

“Are you close?”

My voice sounds so hoarse when it comes out, each word a struggle as I work to keep my composure.

“Almost, baby. Do you have ten minutes left in you?”

“I’ll do my best.”

“That’s not what I want to hear, baby. I want to hear you’re not going to passion until I’m there. Until you’re in my arms. Until I have my mouth on that gorgeous, swollen pussy. Until I get to see the look of ecstasy wash over your face.”

“Say it. Say you’ll wait for me.”

“I will, I’ll wait for you.”

“That’s my girl.”

The promise feels shaky, but I’d do just about anything he asked of me at this point. Hearing the pleasure and satisfaction in his voice only turns me on more.

“There’s one more thing I want you to do while you wait for me, okay?”

Oh god, I don’t know how much more I can handle and keep myself together. He seems determined to bring me to my absolute limit tonight, but I know the release will be that much more explosive.

“Take the vibrator and massage your breasts with it.”

My poor pussy gets the slightest reprieve, but it doesn’t come close to bringing me down from the edge.

I do as he tells me, and I take the toy and rub it against my chest, drawing simple, smooth patterns.

“Now I want you to lay it against your chest… Just let it sit there, nice and light…”

“Ohhh….myyy…god….”

The sensation is nothing like anything I’ve ever quite felt before. Between the vibrating on my chest and the ache between my legs, I’m a wreck– barely able to think. To talk. To breathe.