That Voice
Author’s note:
As you all probably have gathered by now, I’m extremely old-school. Many of my stories are set during WWII. I love everything classic: the fashion, the cars, the music, and just the general decorum that ruled those bygone years. One of my prayers is to marry a man who shares my passion for great jazz music. The crooners of olden days make me melt when I listen to them, so naturally I’d love to have my very own personal crooner. The following fantasy is built around this particular dream of mine.
I sat alone at a table, dressed in a flowing pink gown and white heels. I felt beautiful and very classy in this high-end supper club. Couples seated at surrounding tables chatted quietly or listened to the jazz ensemble providing entertainment. Some got up to dance. One gentleman approached and invited me onto the dance floor. I courteously refused. I was waiting for something special.
The club emcee stepped up to the microphone and announced the evening’s main event: an old-style crooner. Everyone applauded as a man in a tailored tuxedo walked lithely out onto the stage. I clapped, but I also felt myself getting choked up. My eyes were glued to this handsome man with the Italian features, deep dark eyes, and warm, brilliant smile. That was my man. My husband. How proud I was of him! He had worked hard to be here tonight.
The crowd settled down, the band began a snappy intro, and then the charmer on stage let out the richest, smoothest voice ever heard from a man’s throat. It was an indescribable combination of sweetness and strength, of velvet and masculinity, and I kept very still in order not to miss a note. His opening number was upbeat, a ‘30s song called “When Lights Are Low”. Then followed waltzes, Broadway staples, and well-known love songs. His persona on stage was wonderful; he moved, he expressed every line, he made eye contact with the audience, and he showed joy in his music. I felt myself loving him more and more. Not only was his talent so attractive, but his innate sexiness seemed to be enhanced; maybe it was his formal wear, or the ease with which he delivered the rich lyrics of each song. I started the concert with admiration and delight; in minutes I found my temperature rising and my thoughts going in a decidedly steamy direction. Particular gestures of his turned me on more than usual. How could simple things like a tilted head or extended hand be so tantalizing?
When I found myself imagining going up and tearing his clothes off in order to kiss all over his body, I knew I was losing my self-control. Boy, I wanted him. I felt like I was literally back in the 1950s, attending an elegant club where big-name musicians performed and couples in stylish attire danced amidst little lamplit tables, and the man of my dreams stood at the mic. I wondered how many women had sat in such a setting, simmering with desire for their man, eager to leave and go somewhere private where they could let every inhibition go and ravish and be ravished. It sounded so racy for that outwardly proper era, but I knew people had experienced desire and need all through history.
I received a surprise near the end of the show when my husband did “The Most Beautiful Girl in the World” by Rodgers and Hart, singing directly to me. I didn’t know he was planning on performing that one and it moved me as he serenaded me, oblivious to the people around us. I’m sure my eyes glowed with love and promise, and I could see the same emotions in his. We knew where things would be going later.
As soon as he finished to an appreciative round of applause and vanished behind the curtain, I slipped away to find my way backstage. I caught sight of him in a dimly-lit hallway.
“Baby, you were magnificent!” I praised, rushing into his arms.
“Oh darling, thank you!” he responded, hugging me tightly. I lifted my head and kissed him hotly, surprising him a little. “You were giving me quite the eye, you know that?” he joked.
“I couldn’t help it,” I admitted archly, my eyes feasting on his face. “You just made me swoon. I can’t tell you how much I love listening to you sing.”
“And I love having you as my biggest fan,” he said a little more softly, kissing my neck.
“Mmm,” I sighed in enjoyment, “all those other women gushing over you out there don’t get to be this close to you.”
He moved the strap of my dress to the side and nuzzled my shoulder. My eyelids fluttered in delight. I loved his warm mouth on my skin. It relit the fire I’d been stoking for the past hour.
“They don’t get to do this either,” and I pushed him towards a nearby door.
“What…” he started.
It was a dressing room. I saw my husband’s regular clothes hanging up nearby and guessed that this was where he’d prepared for the concert. The door had no lock, but I didn’t care. I nipped at his bottom lip as I reached for the waist of his dress pants and found the button.
“Baby, someone might…” but he didn’t finish arguing, just caught my mouth in a deep kiss. I wrestled with his trousers and pulled them, with his boxers, down his thighs. His hardening dick flopped out.
Keeping eye contact with him, I cupped him with one hand and knelt down in front of him. One look at his veiny cock and I was salivating. I took a big lick of the tip and he shivered, his hands anchoring themselves unconsciously into my hair. I’m can’t deepthroat him, but I’m learning to utilize my hands while my mouth works on him so I can pleasure his balls and crack. I kneaded his butt cheeks and even teased his rear hole a little. A gasp would break from his lips, or a breathy, “Oh yeah…that feels so good!” I suckled and tongued him, enjoying the clear pre-cum drooling from his cockhead. I wanted to somehow express my desire for him and this seemed the best way. It was raw and forthright and just what he was always wanting. He told me often that he felt so loved and lusted after when I took command and did this to him.
His groans became more frequent. At times he was actually crying out. I knew anyone out in the hall could hear him. The husky male exclamations excited me. The voice that had just minutes ago been singing to a respectable crowd was now cursing and gasping in heated pleasure, and it made my pussy throb. I vaguely felt that my panties were moist. Perfect for later when we got home and I could enjoy him to the hilt, literally.
I massaged his balls and hummed while he was in my mouth. That did it. He gripped my hair and burst out, “Oh yeah…oh yeah…oh baby, you’re so good at this…oh yeah…yeah…damn it…damn…oh…my…God…” and began spurting creamy cum. I closed my throat so it wouldn’t shoot back and make me choke, but I welcomed his seed into my mouth. He always tasted good. As he shook and pulsed and tried to keep his knees from buckling, I swallowed. He got his breath after a long minute of gasping.
I stood up and grinned while meeting his lips with mine. “Taste yourself?” I asked coyly.
“You little vixen…how are you so sexy? You’re wild!” he observed, smiling back and leaning against the wall while he wrapped me in his arms.
“Only because I’ve got a guy that makes me wild,” I answered.
I helped him get his pants buttoned and smoothed his shirt and coat. “Good. You look decent. Now let’s get home so I can make you indecent.”
“On the contrary, my lady,” he objected. “It’ll be me making you indecent.”
I chuckled. “As if I’d say no.”
I like your style LLL. It’s very easy to get drawn into your story and just watch it unfold. Your desire comes through on the page and I love the raw intensity as your need spills out in the story; It’s very beautiful.
Thank you for sharing this delightfully loving and erotic tale.
You're welcome! And thank you! This was certainly one of my deepest dreams put on paper. I pray I can live it out someday.
Another awesome story LLL! I hope you wrote or will write a sequel about when the couple get home!
By the way, I aptly named my “Melody.” (obviously not her real name) I aptly named her because she has a beautiful voice and memory for songs. For instance, she can “feel” the alto or tenor part in a song and sing it almost flawlessly! Before our health made it impossible we loved singing in the church choir. Choir practice was our favorite part of Sunday!
Yes, a sequel is in order! Come to think of it, most of my stories end up needing sequels 🤪. So glad you enjoyed this one. It was truly written from my heart. I love how you and your wife share such loving "melody" in your marriage!
Wooo what happens after?!!
Remains to be seen. 😉 I better get to work on that.
Loved your poem and your stories. Here is a poem for you… it’s not completely original to me but I thought fits you well.
In the quiet of her words, a fire glows,
A woman of God, where grace overflows.
Her heart, both pure and fierce, aligned,
With passion that stirs both soul and mind.
Her poetry, a dance of light and heat,
Where spirit and body tenderly meet.
Each line, a prayer, each verse, a flame,
Whispering truths, unashamed.
Sensuous stories, like rivers, flow,
Through sacred love, her secrets grow.
With every touch of ink and thought,
God’s beauty in her soul is caught.
She weaves desire and faith as one,
A holy love that’s never undone.
Her pen a gift, her voice a song,
In God’s embrace, where she belongs.
That is beautiful! Thank you so much for the compliment! I am honored. 😊
That poem DOES describe LLL..,and lots of other female MH authors! Creamy Patty n GG come to mind. To me the poem is so clear on marital sex being pure!
You are Welcome LLL!
An appreciation and an encouragement for you to keep writing !
I sure will! Many more stories or personal experiences are lined up for posting.
Thank you LLL! I came deeply to this imagining myself in the story and am grateful.
Aw, that's great! And flattering. Yeah, it's fun to put oneself into these hot stories. So many authors on here get me doing just that!
Really enjoyed that story! Love the romantic conversations leading up to a very hot and descriptive oral sex!
Only thing I would criticise is, it's too short 😉
Keep it up! Your writing style is great!
Thank you LovingMan. I am kinda new here and learning the MH family. Appreciate your reference to Creamy Patty and GG
LovelyLonelyLady I hope one day you find what you’re looking for. Your writing is amazing. It shows what a true sexual marriage with the spontaneous sexual encounters is like. I am beyond blessed to have a wife with such passion on giving me blowjobs. She enjoys giving them and every time I swear feels better than the last. What makes this story so hot and relatable is this describes my wife and reminds me of a time we snuck off at Thanksgiving dinner at her parents to a room in the house and she passionately pulled my cock out and started sucking me like crazy. Those moments keep a marriage alive. Keep up the good writing.