Power of Music
By: Violet Debut
Tags: Short Story, Erotica, Sensual, Fantasy, Sexuality

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Part One

The last chore of the morning was laundry. I do chores while listening to my playlists. I find it helps keep me away from distractions. By the time I was carrying the last load of laundry into the bedroom I was nearing the end of my playlist. I was pleased it would be ending just about the time I finished folding my wife’s panties and hanging up her slips and chemise. Then it would be time for my workout before lunch.

When the last of “Sympathy for the Devil” faded in my earbuds I was nearly finished with the delicates. Then I heard another song begin which I didn’t recognize. Perhaps someone had put another track onto my playlist. I was placing the panties into a drawer when I started to feel extremely relaxed. I was surprised to discover how tense I normally am by just how quickly I became entirely calm. It was a bit of a surprise to be hearing an unfamiliar track even as I wrote off my sense of calm to completing the last of my chores. My curiosity about the music grew right along with the slowly building swell of the melody. I pulled my phone from the pocket. The screen said “now playing” but the song title and artist were not showing.

The music captured me immediately so I felt no inclination to turn it off. The pleasant and stirring phrasing was having a remarkably sedative effect on me, which I enjoyed. Closing the drawer I started to notice another less subtle effect the music seemed to be having. I was developing a rather sudden, and sturdy, erection. Doing laundry is about the least arousing thing I could be doing but here I was feeling the urgent growth of my length within my track pants. I was alert and aware but still entirely calm and relaxed as I contemplated what action I might take to deal with this recent development.

As I have on previous occasions, I decided to use one of Angela’s half slips to stroke myself with, since I was here in our bedroom already and they were within arm’s reach. I pawed through the closet until I arrived at her inky black miniskirt slip, which I knew from previous experience would provide the most slippery stroking. Even before I had the slip in my hand the erection in my pants was demanding more attention. I had to take out my earbuds if I was going to undress so I tugged at the cords. But the music did not stop. It was, apparently, playing inside my head. Why I wasn’t shocked at this is still a mystery to me. I accepted this music as if it was some sort of soundtrack to my arousal.

Once my pants and underwear were at my ankles I had to marvel at the intensity of the throbbing in my outstretched cock. I seemed much longer and harder than ever before. It was as if this was not even my own cock. Even in my very alert and calm state I couldn’t help notice the bulb at the end was very much bigger than it should have been. It reminded me of the stamen in a blossoming flower with a dusting of powder meant to attract some pollinating agent to engage with it. The music was still slowly building while the melody carried me to the bed as if I was in a waking dream.

I laid back across the covers with the intention of grasping my erection through the slithery slip when my eyes caught sight of a woman at the foot of my bed. I was unafraid to discover someone in the room. My mind was accepting every strange thing happening to me without any effort to question it. I was still enjoying the music when I noticed her. She was slender, toned, and entirely naked. Her blonde hair cascaded down around her shoulders reaching down as far as her lovely breasts. If I was not already stone-hard I would have easily gotten an erection just from the sight of her.

The tenor of the melody shifted as the music slipped into a more urgent tempo just as I took in her presence. I can only say presence because I could not be sure she was solid. There was a slight yellow glow moving around her as she stepped toward me. She moved in time with the music. I was enchanted by her naked body while the sensations pulsing along my very solid erection grew stronger when she climbed onto the bed. Nothing needed to be said and consent was easily understood. Both she and I came to agreement with the locking of our eyes.

My hand still clutched the silky slip as I felt the first touch of her hand sliding up my thigh. I was breathing softly but deeply as I felt the tingling on my skin. She moved over me until her knees were on each side of my waist then bent forward to deliver a kiss that arrived with the holding of a single note for a short eternity while her lips pressed against mine. For that long moment, I was able to completely submit to whatever might happen. Perhaps I was dead, perhaps I was hallucinating, perhaps this was a fever dream, but not a shred of resistance existed within my fully aroused body. Her hands traveled down my chest as she rose up over me.

The melody and the power of the instruments carried us both along in a thundering resumption of the music. Her downy pussy enveloped my huge tip delivering a revelation of the kind you get taking a huge personal risk then being rewarded with a full-body response of joy and accomplishment. I barely had a moment to swim in the maelstrom of wonderful feelings this magical being provided before I was quickly feeling electric jolts of recognition when her opening slid farther along my shaft. Something in the music seemed to be guiding my response as I thrust upward to meet her pussy half-way. This lovely woman’s mouth opened up wide when the end of my cock met the heat of her cervix. Then everything stopped.

The music echoed away as if all the notes on the chart vanished in an impossibly long caesura while the rapid beating of my heart seemed the only sound in my ears. It may have only been a few seconds, but it seemed a slight eternity before my magical partner began moving up and down with the tempo of the percussion. It was as if she was generating the music with her movement. The music moved through my entire body once our connection had been established.

All I could think of doing to respond was whatever she wanted; in ways I hoped would enhance her enjoyment. She rode my stiff length with uncanny precision while matching the various breath intervals in the composition. Her time signature did not change while fucking me. I remained alert and attentive even while enjoying waves of excitement delivered to my cock. I never felt any doubt she would ever want to stop. I was living in the moment and it was more sexually satisfying than any of my previous encounters. This definitely was not a case of being controlled or compelled to cooperate. This was a mutual stimulation which was both within me and within her. The more I accepted the presence of the music the more pleasure my body received from this magical partner. All around me was the sound of pure bliss while my body was experiencing the highest excitement a person might reasonably endure.

It never occurred to me to be frightened the whole time we were fucking.

When the music shifted to a slower and more dreamy style this luminous woman slowed down to lift herself off my still hard cock. She motioned for me to rise up and I instinctively knew what she wanted. Switching from under her to over her was the first time I felt myself directing my own actions. Until then I had simply responded to the enchanting music with an eerie sense of wonder while I let her use me. But now she was opening herself up below me with an unspoken invitation to enter her again. My long stiff cock seemed to pull me toward her. She stared up at me as the music took on a tribal rhythm which propelled me on top of her body while my impossibly hard cock fitted back into her well trimmed pussy. Even after having experienced the pulsing electric passion within her opening the first time it was still a thrilling sensation for me to return inside for more.

I immersed myself into the throbbing of the music by using my body to match the primal beat with every gentle thrust. The urge to stroke my cock in and out was undeniable. I unconsciously timed my thrusts with the music. The pleasure each stroke delivered was unlike anything I could have imagined. I was experiencing an unattainable level of arousal from the deeply erotic nature of this encounter combined with the persuasive power the music provided.

I connected with this woman at a previously unrealized level of my awareness while we shared the pulsing energy her body provided. Whenever the rhythm increased I pumped into her faster. When the beat got louder, I fucked her harder. If the music paused, I stopped, fully embedded, still throbbing with delight. I found myself easily following the music as if time had stopped altogether, with us engaged in the most supreme sexual intimacy in all of creation.

That is, until the music faded to a low droning section featuring smooth strings and soft brass. She gently pressed her hand against my shoulder to propel me into a sitting position. Balancing on the soft covers with my legs crossed she stood over me before settling her mysterious pussy into my lap then folding her arms around my neck. The aroma of her arousal was intoxicating. Once again her insides tingled along the shaft as I entered. This time it sent a jolt of arousal up my spine and through my whole body with a shudder of recognition. The music stayed soft and low while she rested her head against my cheek; sitting motionless in my lap. I held her against me with a growing sense of completion trickling down from my brain. Some insignificant part of me knew we were approaching the final moments of our encounter. Eventually the realization reached my cock preparing for the finality of what we were about to experience together. I gathered my thoughts as best I could for what I expected to be a musical climax of untold power.

At first, I thought the heat of her pussy was increasing but soon realized she was massaging the shaft of my erection with her vaginal muscles. The base of my cock was held tightly while her internal movements delivered the most uncanny sensations of childlike joy to my entire erection. Neither of us moved while the melody meandered without form. We simply held each other close while the full power of her orgasm gathered inexorably within her. Our breathing was synchronized because of our previous coupling.

Our bodies had enjoyed plenty of sexual arousal from sharing our efforts. She had received the intensity of my fucking as much as I received her delightful pussy riding my stiff length. It seemed we were arriving at the conclusion of the music. We were ready to let it pass through us both with whatever message it might have. The gentle undulating within her pussy started becoming more forceful. Far away a new melody was forming in the music, ready to take center stage.

Long minutes later the feeling in my erection encouraged me to tighten my crotch and flex it within her. The first time I did this it was stunningly powerful. I tried matching the swifter pace of her pulsating pussy with periodic clenching of my own which seemed to both widen and lengthen my erection giving us both little probing stabs of pleasure. The way her slender body responded to these momentary pulses caused me to try harder to please her. The slow music was now a languishing melody bubbling like a small brook within both of us. Without warning the music softly faded away as my cock stayed deep inside as this woman repeatedly tightened her pussy around my length.

We sat clutching each other feeling the silence filling up the room. I could not remember a time when a silence was so strong. It was what I imagined being deaf might be like. Not a sound existed except the soft breathing of both of us near each other’s ear. Until I heard her catch herself in mid-breath. At exactly the same time as her little gasp emerged my cock began feeling the need to come. It was difficult to separate the incredible sensations traveling along my length from my approaching orgasm, but it was soon readily apparent her angelic body was responding to the same urge.

The shudder I felt moving through her body triggered a similar reaction in mine. A throbbing, demanding, urgent, and powerful force was about to explode inside each of us so there was no point in attempting to contain it. When her pussy stopped squeezing my shaft I felt my whole body tighten up for the first time since the experience began.

The resulting explosion was entirely contained in the private place my cock was sharing but the fireworks in my brain were unlike anything I had ever believed was possible. Nothing could have prepared me for the release I felt nor the unbounded joy penetrating my very being. The whole room seemed to light up bright yellow when I felt her coming right along with me. I never believed I could be this excited during sex. I could never have dreamed of sharing such a powerful orgasm with a woman who shone with blinding light when she came.

We both tipped over onto our sides when the last shuddering release faded. I played with her silky hair and stared into her bright wet eyes. I never felt the need to speak while we held each other. My erection remained embedded within her for what seemed a very long time while we lay breathing and resting together. But soon I felt myself drifting off to sleep feeling as warm and loved as a baby next to its mother.

My wife’s return home woke me. How long I dozed was difficult to determine because I could not remember when the music had started. My soft cock did not feel sticky or damp. My laundry basket was empty on the chair. The only remnant, which might have been the only evidence something actually happened, was the inky black satin slip untouched beside me on the bed.

Feeling more refreshed than I had in years, I got up to return the slip to the closet. I wondered to myself, as I put my track pants back on, whether I had imagined the whole thing. But one thing I knew for sure, until now, sex had been all about fucking and getting off. I had been introduced to what making love was really all about by an experience I could never adequately explain.

This strange encounter was going to have a huge impact on my marriage.