The Visitor Entertains: A Friendly MMF Ménage Tale

By K.D. West

Lea and Her Firemen Burn the Theater Down!

Andy and Sean are going to join their lover Lea at the theater where she works — but are they going to watch a show, or are they going to be the show?

This trio is taking things to the next level in every sense, and Lea thinks that’s wonderful... But what about the neighbors? And her co-workers? And — gulp — what about Sean’s mom?

She and her boys are finding that as complex as their relationship is, that’s nothing to trying to explain it to the outside world.

(FMM ménage à trois, threesome erotic romance, anal sex, pegging, adult readers 18+ only!)

"The Visitor series of stories... blow the lid off of a 5 rating!" — The Romance Reviews

The fifth story in The Visitor Saga: The Visitor*, The Visitor Comes Home*, The Visitor Comes Again*, The Visitor Goes to Work*, The Visitor Entertains (pre-order now!), The Visitor Takes a Trip (coming soon!), The Visitor Has Company (coming soon!)

* Available in the collection The Visitor & Other Threesomes

• Language: English
• Publisher: Stillpoint Digital Press
• Release date: Nov 28, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310421396

K.D. West

K.D. West is an Amazon best-selling author of contemporary short fiction, a teacher, and a performer living in a small suburb of a big city in the American West: "Not a huge amount to say -- I'm an author of steamy stories who happens to be a teacher; these things don't mix well in public, so I tend to be fairly quiet about real life in my blogging. I am, however, interested in all sorts of things -- books, writing, theater, mythology, and, obviously, erotica! I'm a huge reader of genre fiction -- mostly mysteries and fantasy, but also science fiction and historical romance." West is writing two intertwined series involving a young woman and her older lover (the Juliet Takes Flight and Erotic Tales: Letters to Allison stories), a series of stories about friends discovering that they can become much more (Friendly Ménage Tales), and a series of stories that the Brothers Grimm might have collected, if there had been traditional tales where the heroine got the princess (Sapphic Fairytales). Also on the way: an erotic paranormal/urban fantasy novel involving a long lost friend coming all-but-literally back from the dead, and showing a happily married couple just what they'd been missing. Say hello at K.D. West’s blog (kdwestwrites.wordpress.com)!

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The Visitor Entertains:

A Friendly Ménage Tale

by

K. D. West

The Visitor #5

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Copyright © 2014, Stillpoint Digital Press (stillpointdigital.com)

Published by Stillpoint/Eros on Smashwords

All rights reserved

This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual people, places or events is purely coincidental.

Warning: This work contains explicit descriptions of fictional sexual activity provided for the reader’s enjoyment. It is not intended as sexual or medical advice. Readers should educate themselves and take all proper precautions (including condoms) before engaging in any acts depicted herein.

Sex Ed at Good Vibrations

All sexual encounters in this work occur between — and among — consenting adults aged 18 and above.

ISBN 9781310421396

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The Visitor Saga

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The Visitor Comes Home

The Visitor Comes Again

The Visitor Goes to Work

The Visitor Entertains

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The Visitor Has Company (coming soon!)

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The Visitor Entertains

A Friendly Ménage Tale

Lea had never really been one to watch the news. She’d always read the newspapers for work — mostly the entertainment section for the reviews, and occasionally the sports. But by her second month in Atlanta, she had learned to tune into the five o’clock local broadcast — at least on the days when Andy and Sean were on duty.

She had also programmed an alert that would pop up on her phone whenever the words Atlanta, Downtown, and either fire or fatality appeared in a bulletin. Because when they did, the odds were good that her boys would be coming home sore of body and heart, and full of need.

The need expressed itself differently in each of them. Sean needed to touch and be touched. Andy needed to be inside of her. NOW.

And so on the evenings when Lea was able to be at the apartment when they came home, she would wear a bathrobe with nothing on beneath. Sean would come and kiss Lea and caress her and hiss at her caresses, while Andy would unzip, flip up the back of her robe and, after rubbing his cock head against her labia a few times to make sure that her juices were flowing, thrust in, hard.

Sometimes they would fuck just like that — standing in the middle of the room. Sometimes they would end up in a pile on the floor: a Lea sandwich.

And once Andy had come, which, if it didn’t set her off, usually got Lea herself pretty fucking close, he would slide out and Sean would slide in, and all of their fear and sorrow and love would pour into her, and she would give them light. Respite. Surcease. Reassurance that they were alive and she was alive, and life was not all flame and tangled metal, but also joy and love and heavy doses of physical pleasure and all of the wonderful things that went with them.

She wouldn’t have admitted it, but Lea was relieved that Sean and Andy were gone at least two nights a week. In the first place, it gave her poor, lucky body a chance to recover — each of the boys had at least as much stamina and desire as even the most energetic of her former lovers, and between them, they made sure that her body was ravaged. Every night.

A body wasn’t really meant to take so much of that kind of pleasure. Not that Lea was ever going to complain.

The other reason that she didn’t mind their being gone (even as she missed them) was that it made their homecomings so amazing….

That particular Saturday, she actually saw them on the big flat-screen while she was finishing preparations for dinner. It was between a story about the dearth of striped bass in northern Georgia’s rivers and another on the debate about the fares for the new downtown streetcar (on which Lea’s boss Sassy had already bought an ad reading Desire, with a picture from the theater’s current production of the Williams classic).

The story, which lasted all of fifteen seconds, was about a six-car pile-up earlier that afternoon at the tangled cloverleaf that connected I-85 to Highway 10. The anchor reported blithely that the accident had been caused by a texting driver, and that Atlanta Fire and Rescue had transported four people to the hospital, where two were listed in critical condition, but that three people had died at the scene, including a two-year-old girl.

The video showed firefighters using the jaws of life to peel the roof off of one of the cars; it was crumpled like a beer can. As one of the firefighters reached through the hole, the one who had been handling the pneumatic cutter turned toward the camera. She’d have recognized that dimpled chin anywhere: Andy. The other firefight turned and shouted something. Square jaw. Eyes that were blue even through the face mask. Sean.

They looked grim.

They’d be headed home now — showered off, but still smelling of the ghosts of smoke and gasoline and adrenaline.

Pursing her lips, Lea picked up her phone and texted them: Just saw you on TV. The accident. Okay?

She’d expected a reply from Andy, because Sean usually drove them home. Instead, it was Sean who answered: No. Not really OK. Bad day at the office.

No kidding, thought Lea. It was always hard for the boys whenever they couldn’t save someone. But a little girl? She texted back: So sorry. ETA?

Traffic sucks, came the answer. Half hour?

I’ll be waiting, Lea answered. Can I take your minds off your troubles?

PLEASE.

Then, a few seconds later, Andy says fuck yes.

Well then, I will give you the heroes’ welcome you deserve.

A pause and then: Not heroes. Not today.

Yes you were. Yes you are. You are my heroes every day.

Sean