I Rushed Home After Getting An Urgent Text And My Wife’s ‘Emergency’ Resulted In The Hottest Sex I’ve Ever Had

Helga Weber
Helga Weber

The needle on the speedometer told me I was doing close to seventy, but all I could do was hope.

I didn’t get pulled over. No way was I going to slow down, not after the text Victoria sent. I was just leaving work when it came through.

“I need you. Come quick, it’s urgent!”

She didn’t reply when I texted back and when I tried to call, her phone went to voicemail. She sent the text about eight minutes ago. I had about two minutes until I got to her house and I was trying not to panic.

Tires squealing, I pulled into her driveway and sprinted to her door, grateful that it was unlocked.

“Vic!” I called out, assessing her living room and kitchen. Nothing appeared to be out of the ordinary.

“Up here! Hurry!”

I took the stairs two at a time and when I finally pushed her bedroom door open I was panting.

“Holy fuck.”

I was not prepared for what I walked in on.

Victoria’s bed was stripped of everything except a dark fitted sheet, and there in the middle she lay, naked except for the black stilettos on her feet. A soft lamp draped with a scarf made her creamy skin glow almost pink, and her chestnut hair was fanned out on the bed beneath her. Her large almond eyes were thickly lined in black, and lips painted red smiled at me. She didn’t look anything like my Victoria. She looked like a high class whore.

Her hands were at her breasts, pushing and pulling them together and apart, and she let her fingers separate so that I could see her hardened nipples between them. They were covered in a slight sheen and I could smell the sweet oil she was using to let her hands glide over her skin easily.

Her knees fell slightly apart and the neatly trimmed curls between her legs peeked out, dampened with her arousal. She used more pressure on her breasts and now her fingers closed around her nipples, pulling them, stretching them, almost to the point of pain, just how she liked. Her eyes fell half closed and she moaned softly.

“Fuck, Victoria,” I breathed and moved towards her.

“No,” she said. “Stand at the foot of the bed.”

From there I watched as she continued to massage her breasts, my eyes not knowing if they wanted to stay on her body or her face as she pleasured herself. My cock was painfully hard in my trousers but her eyes never left mine, staring into them while her body writhed on the bed.

She spent ages teasing just her breasts, keeping her movements slow, yet deliberate, before her right hand finally traced an imaginary line down her belly to between her thighs. She spread her legs wide and moaned again, louder this time, as one slender finger ran the length of her slit.

“How does it feel, baby?” I asked, rubbing my hand over the bulge in my pants. She replied only with another throaty moan.

God, I wanted her badly. I wanted to push her hand aside, spread her legs even wider, and bury my face in her cunt, but I wasn’t going to deprive her of this show she so badly wanted to put on for me. I would play her game.

She spread herself with her fingers, allowing me a glimpse at her clit, so pink and swollen and begging to be sucked on.

She circled her pearl before she let it slide between her first and middle fingers.


The woman has patience, was all I could think, as she forced me to watch her masturbate, continuing to work herself into the slowest frenzy ever. It was torturing.

“Get your cock out,” she demanded and I complied, pulling my shirt over my head before unzipping and letting my pants and briefs drop to her floor. Just as she was doing for me, I made a show of wrapping my hand around my dick and leisurely stroking it. She loved my cock but had a thing for my hands as well, and her eyes widened and she licked her lips as she now watched me.

Her moans filled the room and she finally pushed two fingers inside of where I was dying to be.

Her cunt was perfect-so tight-and seeing her fingers withdraw covered in cream forced me to stop what I was doing. I wasn’t going to allow myself to come just yet.

She continued to fuck herself, her body now snake-like on the bed, her heels digging into the sheets. Fingers deep inside her pussy, she started to grind against her palm and soon her back arched off the bed and she cried out.

Before her orgasm could finish, I dove between her legs, yanked her hand away and replaced it with my mouth. The taste of her, God, I drowned in it, and slipping my tongue inside her hole, I lapped up the flowing juice and felt her pulse and spasm.

She was still coming when I flipped her onto her stomach and pulled her ass high in the air. I gave it a swift slap and said, “Such a tease, aren’t you?”

Her laugh turned into a groan when I pushed my cock inside her.

I fucked her hard and fast, pulling her to me by her hips, slapping her tight little ass a few more times, watching it turn a lovely shade of red. She pushed herself up on her hands so that her torso was perpendicular to the bed and looked at me over her shoulder.

“Fuck me. Harder.”

I pounded away, my balls slapping against her cunt, and then with one last thrust I stilled and roared and filled her with hot come. She circled her hips and grinded her ass against me, orgasming a second time, and fuck, her pussy tightening around my cock made it even more intense.

I withdrew and we collapsed in a sweaty heap on her bed.

“I almost killed myself getting over here, you know,” I said. “I thought your house was on fire.”

She kept her eyes closed and her cheek pressed against the sheet. “How can I make it up to you?” she said, not even a hint of apology in her voice.

“I’m sure I’ll think of something.”

Her eyes popped open and suddenly she was on top of me, her knees on either side of my head.

“How’s this?” she asked.

Without another word I grabbed her ass with both hands, pulled her to my mouth, and started on round two. Thought Catalog Logo Mark


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