The Anniversary Stories

By Lexy Harper

EROTICA FOR COUPLES

Happily-married John Elliot's fidelity is put to the test in these three wedding anniversary stories.

1. Will he be able to resist the charms of the sexy, red-headed damsel in distress he's rescued from a night of sleeping rough?
2. Will he give into a forbidden temptation?
3. Will he accept the ultimate gift a wife can give a husband: another woman?

I do hope that these stories will inspire couples, especially those who feel their sex lives are becoming a little stagnant, to revamp their sex lives by spicing it up with a little fantasy or roleplay.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lexy Harper
• Release date: May 27, 2018

Lexy Harper

Lexy Harper's books have ranked at the top of the Bestselling Erotica charts and are written in British English. She wrote her first erotic short story in 2005 as an outlet for her filthy imagination and within months had completed the 22 stories which make up her Bedtime Erotica collections. Written specifically for lovers of explicit erotica, these stories are hardcore, plot driven and often humorous. For the less sexually adventurous, she reveals her tender side in her romance novels which can be identified by the gold stripe on the left. Erotica books have a black stripe and transgender a cerise.Sign up for Lexy's newsletter: http://eepurl.com/Lf3vbVisit her website: https://lexyharper.com/Follow her on Twitter: @Lexy_HarperJoin her on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/lexy.harperCheck out her FB Author Page: https://www.facebook.com/LexyHarperAuthor

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The Anniversary Stories

Lexy Harper

Copyright 2010 by Lexy Harper

Smashwords Edition

Lexy

Harper

The

Anniversary

Stories

Copyright © 2010 Lexy Harper

All Rights Reserved.

Published by Ebonique Publishing, London.

All characters in this publication are fictitious and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

The text of this publication or any part thereof may not be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, storage in an information retrieval system, or otherwise, without the written permission of the publisher or author, except for brief quotes used in reviews.

This book contains mature content. Please do not continue reading if you are under the age of 18

All characters are 18 years or older, non-blood related and all sexual acts are consensual.

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CONTENTS

Is the Tramp a Lady?

Isn’t a Sister’s Love the Best?

It’s Good to be Neighbourly!

Author’s Note

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Is the Tramp a Lady?

John Elliot drove the bus into the depot with a sigh of relief. His muscles ached from being in the driving seat for the last eight hours with only two short breaks. Switching the engine off, he stood and turned to make a quick visual check of the bus.

Ma’am? he said in surprise when he noticed the lone woman seated on the left in the third row of seats. This is the last stop.

I’m sorry, she apologized, getting to her feet. I thought you made one more trip.

Only on weeknights, he explained. On Saturdays the last bus finishes an hour early.

The woman picked up her small bag which looked as though it contained all her worldly possessions. She had an elegance and dignity about her although it looked as though she had nowhere to sleep for the night. John’s heart when out to her—like it had done every time he had seen a stray dog or cat when he was a boy. His parents had scolded him for bringing in the strays, but had allowed him to rescue as many as he’d wanted. Until he had picked up a cat with Feline Upper Respiratory Infection which had infected all the other cats. He learned a hard lesson and no matter how pitiful a stray looked he had never taken another one home again.

The woman walked to a bench and sat on it, her bag held tightly in her lap.

John went in to the office, turned off the lights and closed up for the night. Then opening the doors of his Ford Mondeo remotely as he approached, he kept his head resolutely forwards.

Yet, as he started the engine, he found himself looking through his rear-view mirror at the woman, praying that she would be okay.

Feeling terrible for leaving her, prey to anyone with evil intentions, he sped away quickly.

He turned left at the next corner, then left at the next and then left again. Another left and he was back where he had started.

Instead of driving into the depot he parked his car outside and observed the woman. She was still sitting on the bench, her back straight, her head held high, proudly.

His wife, Helen, wasn’t home; he really shouldn’t take a woman to the house. Ordinarily Helen wouldn’t mind, but she would be more than a little suspicious if he brought a woman to the house on a night she wasn’t home. Especially a redhead.