The Anniversary Stories

by Lexy Harper

  “Sydney will be home in less than...three hours,” Florence squinted at his watch, trying to read it upside down. “My mother always told me to play hard to get—make a man work before I give him my cat, but I don’t have time for that—not this time.”

  She made to climb up onto the kitchen table and John rushed forward hastily to lift her up onto it.

  But she placed her hand over his mouth as he bent to kiss her.

  Surprised he drew back and stared into her suddenly serious eyes.

  “Promise that you’ll never tell Sydney about this,” she begged. “If he found out that another man fucked me, he would never forgive me no matter how hard I begged him!”

  “He will never find out,” John promised her. He had no intention of telling the man anything. As a matter of fact the reason why he hadn’t pursued a friendship with Sydney was because the man had become tipsy after three beers and accused John of leering at Florence. John admitted to himself that he had perhaps looked at her more than he should have that day he and Helen had invited the couple over for a barbeque to welcome them to the neighbourhood. But it had been the way her shiny jet black hair had rippled in the sunshine; the way she had thrown her head back and laughed out loud and unrestrained when she thought that something was funny. Her vivacity had made Helen and her friends seem too refined—an orchid in the midst of English roses. He had been about to apologize to the man when the man had sneered and said that he wasn’t worried, though. Florence would never let John fuck her, he had said, because he was a white man.

  The man obviously felt threatened. Maybe he had realized that his wife fancied white men and had tried to warn John off. Whatever the reason John had stayed away from her. In the end, it had been she who had made the first move. But John had secretly hoped for this moment.

  He laid Florence gently back against the sturdy dining table, placing her feet wide apart to support her as well as give him easier access. His mouth watered as he gazed at the plump folds of her vagina through the thin gusset of her black silk panties. It was plump almost to the point of obesity, the way that only pregnancy can fatten a slender woman’s vagina.

  Pushing her short maternity dress upwards, he smoothed his hands over the curve of her belly. How could a man not enjoy a woman’s pregnancy? he thought in wonderment as he caressed her rounded abdomen. A friend of his had confessed that he hadn’t made love to his wife in the last five months of her pregnancy because she had become so large he had gone off her sexually. The man had also confessed that he didn’t ever want his wife pregnant again. John had been shocked. They were a couple he and Helen saw regularly and the woman had barely gained weight, even well into her pregnancy.

  The media was partly to blame, John acknowledged. All those stupidly vain celebrity mothers-to-be proudly showing their bumps while maintaining their size zero bodies. He much preferred a woman to obey the call of nature and nurture her body and her unborn child.

  Easing Florence’s high-legged panties over the bump, he slowly rolled them down her legs and off. Then sliding her feet to the edges of the table, he feasted his eyes, gazing in wonderment at the tuft of silky hair covering her mons pubis and her smoothly shaved outer lips. Her inner lips protruded but curled backwards like the petals of a rose. Breathtaking!

  Pulling a chair closer he sat on it and prepared to partake of the meal set before him.

  “Oh my God!” Florence started in shock at the first flick of his tongue.

  “You okay?” he asked, lifting his head and peering over her bump to ensure that she was alright.

  “I’m fine. It’s just that Sydney’s never eaten my cat before.”

  “What?” John couldn’t believe his ears as he ran the tip of his finger lightly over her clitoris. A 21st Century man who didn’t perform cunnilingus? Impossible!

  This woman needed to be eaten, he decided, and eaten well. Draping her legs over his shoulders, he moved closer and got to work without further ado.

  Her loud, throaty moans immediately filled the room.

  The kitchen door was now closed, but John was conscious of the fact that there were no blinds on the kitchen windows and anyone looking in could see them. Sydney was not due home for a while yet, but her noises of appreciation were so loud, if the man came home early he would probably hear them through the adjoining wall.

  But rather than try to curb her exuberance, John worked at making her moan even louder, sticking two fingers deep inside her and thrusting them in and out as he tongued her clit.

  “Oh shit...I’m cumming!” John smiled secretly at what sounded like disappointment in her voice for coming so quickly. He would have liked to have gone on for much longer, her smooth thighs snugly pressed against the sides of his head, his tongue caressing the ultra soft folds of her flesh, his nostrils filled with the heavenly scent of woman in full arousal.

  “That was appetizer,” he told her, supporting her legs with his arms as he got up and leaned over to kiss her. “Are you ready for the main course?”

  “Oh yes,” she responded eagerly. So eagerly they both laughed.

  Placing her feet back on the edges of the table, he reached into his sweat bottoms and freed himself.

  “I want to say hello.” Florence tried to get a look at him, but fell back with a laugh as her bump obscured her view.

  John went around the table, his erection bobbing in front of him.

  “He’s a cutie!” she exclaimed. “Bring him and let me give him a kiss.”

  John wanted to say that his cock much preferred to be buried as deeply inside her as possible rather than to be kissed, but he humoured her by moving closer.

  “He’s so big,” she kissed the tip and ran her soft hand up and down the shaft. “How long is he? Ten inches?”

  “No!” John laughed. “The last time I measured him, when I was about nineteen, he was seven inches.”

  “You need to measure him again. He’s longer than seven.” She encircled him with her slim fingers. Again he admired the eroticism of their contrasting skin tones. He felt his erection expand further when she praised, “And he’s lovely and fat.”

  Sitting up she tugged John forward and he obeyed hoping that she would give his erection the promised kiss so that he could get back to the temptingly plump moist folds that awaited him.

  He shivered visibly when she cupped his balls and suddenly took him deeply into her mouth. Shock held him immobile as she controlled her gag reflex and swallowed the head of his erection.

  He hadn’t expected her to go down on him, assuming that if her husband didn’t go down on her she would know nothing about giving head. He’d been completely wrong! She ate him like she was a professional.

  Soon he was making louder noises than she’d been making earlier.

  She ate him like she was hungry. Concentrating fully on his erection, she gave him none of the teasing eye contact Helen did when she was giving him head. Helen handled him gently, carefully cupping his balls and eating him delicately like she was eating an ice cream cone—licking around the top, nibbling up the shaft, and only occasionally taking him as deep inside her mouth as she could. Florence, in contrast, was almost aggressive in her attention. He tossed his head from side to side, trying not to look down at her because each time he did it brought him to the point of ejaculation.

  He felt her pumping his shaft as she sucked both of his balls into her mouth at the same time and rolled them around her tongue. He had to look down. He needed to see her beautiful mouth rammed full of his balls. He needed to see her small hand wrapped around his bursting erection. He needed one more glance to add to his memories of this incredible occasion.

  He looked down and immediately felt his control slippi—

  He jumped in surprise as she grasped his erection just below the head and effectively stopped him from coming.

  “I want you to come inside me,” she smiled apologetically up at him, holding him for a moment longer to ensure that he was under control before letting him go a
nd lying back.

  “Thank you.” He grabbed two folded kitchen towels and slipped them under her head to make her more comfortable before kissed her softly and straightening. He was grateful that she’d stopped him from coming. It would have been a forceful ejaculation—his cum would have made a mess of the kitchen—but coming, surrounded by her snug warmth, would be so much better.

  He lifted her left leg and sucked her toes into his mouth as he rubbed his erection repeatedly over her clit. She wriggled, and giggled, as he forced his tongue between her toes. She was already wet, but he wanted her dripping her juices down between the crack of her behind and onto the table below.

  “Let me know when I’m deep enough,” he said, positioning himself against her when he was satisfied with the abundance of lubrication.

  He slid the head of his erection carefully inside her. Her body pushed it back out. He spread his legs and tried again, remembering at this most inappropriate of moments a tale that Florence had told Helen. She had claimed that some babies in the womb blocked their mothers’ vaginal passages, refusing to let men other than their fathers inside their mothers. He had thought the notion peculiar and most unlikely when Helen had related it to him, but suddenly he wondered if there was any truth in the phenomenon.

  “Press harder,” Florence told him, when a third attempt met with failure. “You’re not going to hurt me you know.”

  He took a deep breath and did as instructed. Her vaginal walls enclosed him in a snug grasp as he slid just over half his length inside her.

  This was as far as it was safe to go, he decided, withdrawing partially and then carefully sliding forward again. Her inner walls delicately compressed the head of his penis and massaged the length of shaft inside her. The portion left outside felt cold although it was a warm day. John wanted nothing more than to bury himself deeply, to feel the massaging tightness along his entire erection, but he ignored the devilish voice whispering in his ear and kept his strokes deliberately slow and shallow, giving her just over half his length and then withdrawing.

  It was enough just to be inside her.

  After all, half an entry didn’t mean that she was half ‘fucked’ (to use Sydney’s word).

  Idly, John wondered if the man’s cock was bigger than his.

  Did it really matter?

  Surely it wasn’t the size of the tool, but how it was used that mattered.

  Then he remembered Sydney and Florence dancing to Arrow’s Feeling Hot Hot Hot, the only calypso song he and Helen owned, at the barbeque.

  They had danced in a way that had made John hot under the collar.

  Time to step up the tempo.

  Imagining the song playing in his head, John started to rotate his hips.

  “Oh, yes! Yes!” Florence immediately moved her hips in counterbalance to his, pressing herself against him. And like a warm knife through butter, he slid effortlessly into her to the crisp hairs of his groin.

  Reaching out blindly, he clasped her left hand tightly as he felt her movements become more frenzied. As soon as her tremors started, he released the mental grip on his control and let the physical sensations overwhelm him as she climaxed and took him along for the ride.

  ***

  “Perhaps I should have applied a little more fake tan,” Helen remarked as she admired the way the honey skin tone accentuated the sleek muscles of her right leg as she held it up to catch the light. “Now I understand why bodybuilders virtually paint themselves orange.”

  “I don’t want an orange wife.” John caressed the smooth swell of her stomach. “An orange wife would give birth to an orange daughter.”

  She smiled at the silly comment and relaxed back against him. Though he wouldn’t have minded twins again, John was glad that it was a single child this time. This pregnancy had been much easier on Helen. He was pleased that it was a daughter, too. Hopefully she will be as light a feeder as her older sister and maybe she would leave a little milk for her dada.

  “Wouldn’t it be mad if Florence sometimes pretended to be me for Sydney?” Helen laughed at the thought.

  “It would be more than mad, but I don’t think that Sydney is that kind of fellow.” The man was as serious as a heart attack. But then who knew what couples got up to when they were alone together. He still couldn’t believe that Helen had pretended to be his sister the previous year and he had made love to her. The thought still filled him with shameful excitement.

  “Nice West Indian accent by the way,” he complimented.

  “I didn’t get it quite right though. I sounded more Jamaican than Trinidadian.”

  “Cat?” he asked suddenly, remembering the bizarre word she had used twice earlier.

  “That’s what Florence calls her pussy. At first I thought that she had a pet. She was always talking about ‘washing her cat’. Then one day I realized that she meant bathing—washing her pussy.”

  “And is Sydney really a vegetarian?” John chuckled.

  “Florence says that he categorically refuses to eat pussies or cats.” Helen giggled. Florence was so outspoken she sometimes made Helen blush, but she was great fun to be around. And it was Florence who had advised her to have a herbal cleanse after she’d confessed her longing for another child when Florence mentioned that she’d missed her period and was expecting Sydney’s first child. Helen had followed her advice, thinking that at worst she would have given her body a detox. A month later she too had missed a period.

  “Well, the man doesn’t know what he’s missing.” John kissed his way across the swell that kept his daughter warmly protected and nourished and down to the place where she would make her first appearance into the world in less than three months, if everything went as smoothly as it had done with the twins. “Well, my dear, I’m a proud carnivore and I especially like eating little blonde pussies.”

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  Other titles by Lexy Harper

  Bedtime Erotica

  Bedtime Erotica is a collection of eight explicit short stories that will leave a lasting impression. It starts off with a cautionary tale in Another Woman and quickly shifts to the more subtly erotic Double The Trouble, a story of a woman desired equally by her boyfriend and his identical twin. Lexy constantly turns the heat up and down with each story, leaving the reader’s passions simmering until they get to Oxford Blue, a beautifully written tale of a mature woman’s seduction by her son’s friend that will make you question your morals and ends in a bang with Telephone Sex: a raw, nasty and in-your-face story which is a prelude to the next book in the series: Bedtime Erotica for Freaks (like me).

  The characters are all different: from the young, shy, virginal to the sassy, sexy, downright outrageous, mature, older woman. They each take a pleasure-filled adventure to satisfy a sexual hunger that craves ultimate fulfilment.

  Bedtime Erotica for Freaks (like me)

  In Bedtime Erotica, Lexy Harper exposed her softer side and demonstrated her ability to write imaginative romantic erotica. Bedtime Erotica for Freaks (like me) verves off in a completely different direction. Lexy turns up the heat considerably, revealing her darker, freakier, unromantic side in these short stories. Seven women who follow their sexual destinies, taking pleasure where they find it - damn the consequences and everyone else! Vanessa lives out her sexual fantasies. Amanda gets the man she wants while in disguise. Geraldine hates being a prostitute but is very good at it. Indra’s job as a chatline operator gives her the opportunity to experience her fisting fantasy. Nectar takes the term ‘breast-feeding is best’ very literally. Antonia lives a completely hedonistic life. Samantha is bent on wrecking homes with her special friend The Home Wrecker.

  Vanessa, Amanda, Geraldine, Indra, Nectar, Antonia, Samantha - VAGINAS. This book is all about pussy!

  Bedtime Erotica for Men

  Mason’s impressive record of sexual conquests at the office is almost flawless, but he has to sleep with overweight Hailey to achieve the perfect score. Identical twins Sunflower and Daffodil are inseparable, they
share everything, including men. Graham gives into temptation and samples a few of his barely legal students. Tariq is attracted to both his girlfriend Angel and his best friend Raymond, he doesn’t know if he is gay, bi-sexual or merely confused. Shawn has earned his nickname ‘The Dog’, there are very few women he considers off-limits, even his youthful great-aunt. Plagued by erotic equine dreams which make her horny, virginal Abigail allows Frank, the farmhand, to sate her rampaging desires. Sugar is every man’s nightmare, a woman who will give you one memorable taste of her sweetness and then move on.

  Lexy Harper has tapped into her ‘inner man’ for these seven stories which make up the third book of her Bedtime Erotica series. They are written with men in mind but women will find them equally satisfying.

  Soca Nights

  British entrepreneur Kevin Williamson, desperate to put some space between himself and events in the UK, travels to the sunny island of Barbados for a much-needed break. The last thing he needs is to feel an attraction for a woman who seems to embody the term ‘diva’, before he even gets off the plane.

  Barbadian Kimberley Collins has lived a life in the spotlight as the only daughter of a prominent politician, her pampered existence envied by many on the small island. After three failed love affairs she realizes that she will probably never be loved just for herself, that the wrong men will always be drawn to her because of her father’s position and power. The last thing she needs is to feel an attraction for a ‘foreigner’ who may have come to the island to prey on naïve local women, to charm them with his slick Western ways and leave them heartbroken.

  Mammoth Collection of Bedtime Erotica

  Mammoth Collection of Bedtime Erotica is the entire trilogy in one convenient Kindle volume to give you hours and hours of satisfaction. You get all three books, Bedtime Erotica, Bedtime Erotica for Freaks (like me) and Bedtime Erotica for Men, for the price of two.

  The collection includes: