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The Piano Player

Here is a short story from my
"A Collection of Mucky Stories"
12 Erotic and Explicit short stories on all sorts of themes.
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It seemed like a drunken dare except we weren’t drunk. We had chanced into the small bar after going to a retro cinema club. The film was the original of Just Jaeckin’s ‘Emmanuelle’. Maybe it was the scene on the plane where she is carried off to the loo and shagged that was still in our minds.
It was the piano music that attracted us. We got a drink and found a table in the corner. The piano player had a varied repertoire, some jazz and some classical. He was youngish, very dark skinned, with close cut hair, and had a fixed expression that looked like he was about to smile. He seemed immune to his surroundings.
Mandy, my wife of ten years, can be a bit extrovert, but she hadn’t always been that way. When we married I’d have described her as shy. I couldn’t understand why, as she had a very pretty face and sexy body. I loved the admiring, or jealous, looks other men gave me when we were out.
In the dim corner, we re-enacted the scene from the film where a tramp removes Emmanuelle’s panties. I put them in my jacket pocket while Mandy giggled and squirmed.
It started on a holiday near Cannes when she surprised me by wearing no bra under a loose-fitting top that was deeply scooped under the arms. I was treated to side boob flashes all evening. And so were the waiters. We had great service and a rampant shag back in our room.
“Do you think he’s well hung?” whispered Mandy close to my ear.
“Why don’t you find out?”
“I just might!”
A year or so on from Cannes the unexpected boob flashing started. Once we were struggling to get a waiter’s attention in a restaurant. I’d failed several times.
“You're useless, leave it to me,” Mandy had said.
With that, she pulled her top over her head, leaving her naked from the waist up, stood up and shouted “Waiter!” at the top of her voice. It worked. And once we were home, she was as horny as hell. And wet.
The piano player took a little break, taking a seat at the bar.
“There’s your chance,” I said.
“I’ve a better plan.”
We went to Tuscany with a group of friends, taking a villa with its own pool. The first night as we sat on the terrace, drinking and enjoying the warmth, Mandy suddenly stood, let her dress drop off, kicked off her sandals, strutted, naked, to the pool and straight in.
She surfaced and said, “Come on!” to us.
As one of our party started towards the pool, she added, “Only naked people are allowed in!”
For the whole two weeks, she sunbathed nude, often adding a few touches, here and there, that made the sap rise in the other men with us. In bed, she would tell me how she did it deliberately. She got a kick out of seeing their physical discomfort and the reaction of their wives.
The piano player finished his drink and headed for the toilet. Mandy stood up.
“Off you go,” I said giving her pert arse a slap.
“Not yet, I want everyone to see the answer.”
Over the years, I realised Mandy was getting off on her exhibitionism, and that I got off watching her do so. And that she was continually pushing the boundaries. Late one night on a holiday in the Algarve, with some of the same friends as Tuscany, she sat astride me on a sofa. There were two men and one of their wives still with us. I knew she was naked under the loose dress. My hands went automatically onto her round buttocks. She undid my shorts and took hold of my cock. It needed no encouragement. I’d never had sex in front of others until then. She rode me non stop until I came. One of the men applauded as she collapsed onto me.
Mandy walked to the piano and hopped up to sit on it, letting her shoes drop off as she did so. The room seemed to hush a little. The piano player returned. Unfazed he offered his hand to help her off the piano, but she refused, saying she wanted to watch him play, closely, very closely.
He gave a little nod in reply, sat on the stool and started to play. As he did Mandy swung around and moved to the middle, placing her feet on the very front edge of the keyboard, legs apart. He played on. I checked my pocket. It wasn’t empty. His ‘about to smile’ was now a smile. When he finished the tune there was a little hint of perspiration on his brow.
“I can play a little, can I join you?” Mandy said clearly.
Someone cheered.
“Be my guest.”
He edged up to make room on the stool, but Mandy sat squarely on his lap, her legs outside his.
Holidays always seemed to bring out the worst in her, or best depending on how you look at it. In Mallorca, we stayed in a complex of bungalows, each with a jacuzzi. We got chatting with the couple next door. They were fun and we got along well. One night they came back to our place late evening. The wife flaked and went next door, leaving the three of us. I knew what would happen and we were soon in the jacuzzi, each of us with a drink.
I felt Mandy’s fingers curl around my dick and saw, at the same moment the look of surprise on the other man’s face. Surprise that turned to a look of delight.
Mandy could play the piano and was playing, one-handed, a counter-melody above his tune. His wide eyes told me what she was playing with her other hand. At the end of the tune a round of applause broke out and Mandy stood up to take a bow.
He was.

Other stories include:
"Titty Tuesday" - a celebration of breasts and women who know how to use them!
"You Won't Adam and Eve it" - Adam was so looking forward to meeting hotwife Eve, but was he ready for everything Eve had planned?
"An Unexpected Break" - a short break in St Lucia leads to some much needed infidelity in a hammock. There's even a bit of Operations Research thrown in...
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