Kitty at the piano.

A mysterious stain needs some explaining.

So we moved house very recently and were moving furniture around the new place. My wife noticed a stain on the fabric on top of the piano stool and asks me if I know what it is. I plead total innocence. She goes to get a cloth and tries to clean it off but it won't budge. Just one of those things...

I know exactly where it came from. Years ago, before I even knew my wife, I had the piano and stool in the living room. I'd just finished fucking a young goth escort called Kitty. I loved Kitty. She had a dynamite body and loved to fuck. She was one of the most responsive girls I'd ever been with, screaming so loudly at one point that the neighbours started banging on the wall.

That day, we'd done our usual 'straight to the bedroom' for round one. For round two, we decided to fuck around the different rooms in my flat. We'd ended with her lying on a table with her legs up on my shoulders as I finished inside her. We lay naked on the couch together and after a while she decides she's going to get up and try to play the piano. I can see it happening but can't stop her in time. Her pussy was still literally dripping, the inside and part of the back of her legs soaked with her cum and grool. She's there for a couple of minutes until she gets bored and heads back over.

After Kitty left, I checked the stool and sure enough her cum stain was clear as day. I couldn't get it out then. My wife couldn't get it out either.

Sometimes it's better just to stay quiet...