The Visitor Has Company: A Friendly MMF Menage Tale

By K.D. West

Something’s coming for our trio — but it’s not what they expect!

Lea, Andy, and Sean are settling in for a nice quiet evening at home — handcuffs, some lube, threeway love at its best —

But the doorbell rings, announcing an unexpected guest. The Visitor has a visitor, and who knows what that will bring?

Danger? Disaster? Wedding bells?

For whom? To whom? With whom?

The wild conclusion to The Visitor Saga will leave Lea, her boys, and you breathless.

(23,000+ words. MMF+ ménage à trois erotic romance. FMM, FMF, MF, interracial polyamory romance. Bisexuality. No firemen were harmed in the making of this story — but that doesn't mean we didn't mess them up a bit.)

This is the seventh story in The Visitor Saga:

The Visitor*
The Visitor Comes Home*
The Visitor Comes Again*
The Visitor Goes to Work*
The Visitor Entertains*
The Visitor Takes a Trip†
The Visitor Has Company†

* Available in the collection The Visitor Comes to Stay † Available in the collection The Visitor Comes to Play

• Language: English
• Publisher: Stillpoint Digital Press
• Release date: Sep 22, 2016
• ISBN: 9781370316724

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 Has Company:

A Friendly Ménage Tale

by

K. D. West

The Visitor #7

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Copyright © 2015, 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 sexual activity.

All sexual encounters in this work occur between — and among — consenting adults eighteen years of age and older.

ISBN: 9781370316724

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K.D. West's Friendly Ménage tales:

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Stories:

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The Visitor Has Company

A Friendly Ménage Tale

Let me see, sighed Lea, licking the index finger of her right hand as she ran the left one up Sean’s bicep and down Andy’s. However shall I choose which of you I should marry?

Both men moaned. Lea giggled. She didn’t giggle very often, but this called for it.

They were back to back, sitting, each handcuffed to the legs of the other’s chair. Naked. Each sporting a dark red erection, the tip of which glistened with pre-cum.

Oh, gentlemen, you can’t hurry a lady. And after all, she said, letting both hands flow down over their chests, stopping just short of their very emphatic hard-ons, you did ask for this.

Both men whimpered.

Well, they hadn’t exactly asked for this — they’d asked her to decide which side of their triangle would be the one to become official. And gay marriage wasn’t legal in Georgia yet (though it was clearly just a matter of time), and so it was up to Lea to choose: Andy or Sean?

Only Lea didn’t want to choose. Didn’t see why they had to choose. And so she’d agreed to consider it only if they made themselves completely available for her delight. Which they’d done.

And so, for the past two hours, she’d been slowly teasing them — with her fingers, with her mouth, with the strapon they each loved her to use on him. All while slowly discussing the relative merits of each choice.

Which really wasn’t a choice. She wanted them both, always. When they’d originally proposed to her, back at the beginning of the summer, it had been a way to keep Andy’s family from finding out just what the three of them were up to. Sean had gotten down on one knee and asked her to marry Andy, for fuck’s sake. Andy had asked her to marry Sean. Or to wear the diamond ring as a sign of a promise between the two men.

But Andy’s family had seen through the charade quickly enough. Lea could still barely talk to Andy’s mom, Nadine, or to his sister Jessie.

The whole getting married thing — what was the point?

She got down on her own knees, letting her fingertips brush the insides of their thighs. Andy twitched; Sean moaned.

Lea’s Tantra-loving, West Coast parents would probably be more concerned with the idea of Lea staying in Georgia than with the idea of her shacking up with two guys. Probably.

And Kirsten—Sean’s sister already knew all about it. Well, most about it.

Lea’s fingers traced lines up the insides of the far legs, evoking twin shivers.

Not Violet. Not Sean and Kirsten’s mother, whose ring Lea was wearing on her left hand. Lea loved Violet; her disappointment was actually the thing that Lea was most afraid of — that the very proper, very traditional Atlanta kindergarten teacher would be disgusted by the choices that her son and his lovers had made. That Violet would blame the whole thing on Lea. Which struck Lea as not just terrifying but blatantly unfair. It wasn’t like she’d asked for things to turn out the way that they had. Exactly.

Shitty-shit-shit.

Tilting her head to one side and then the other, Lea admired the two lovely penises that were at her beck and call. She let her fingers run over their balls, which jumped, and then, for the first time since she had closed the handcuffs on them two hours before, she circled the bases of those two lovely penises, squeezing every so slightly as she let her hands stroke up — I’ll tell you what, boys. — and down.

Sean sounded as if he were trying to say What?, while Andy simply gibbered.

I’ll tell you what, she said again — again with an up-stroke. The one of you who can keep from coming the longest is the one I’ll marry.

They both gasped; both set their jaws in determination, closing their eyes.

Okay, thought Lea with grin, this might be fun. And she began to give them the lightest, slowest handjob that she could. She leaned forward to lick the crevice between their elbows and —

And the doorbell rang.

Shitty-shit-shit! Um. Hold on a minute! Be right there! Could it be Lorelle from downstairs, requesting that we be less quiet?

Lea stood, grabbing her silk robe from where she’d let it pool to the floor.

The bell rang again.

The two men — firemen, after all — had managed to uncuff themselves and were pulling jeans up over their still-dripping erections.

Sorry, guys, she whispered, giving each cock a quick tug and then pulling her robe shut. "Coming!"

I wish, one of the guys muttered, which unfortunately struck Lea as amusing, and so she was giggling again as she opened the door and —

And was greeted by a weeping Kirsten. Oh, Lea!

Kirsten! What…? You’re here. It was a stupid thing to say but as much as Lea could manage. The last time they’d talked, just a few days before, Kirsten had been in San Francisco.

Gianna got m-married, sobbed Kirsten, face blotchy, "and it wasn’t to me!"

Aw, shit, sighed Sean as his sister threw her arms around Lea and wailed. Andy just grunted. Like Lea they knew that Gianna had been vacillating between her ex-boyfriend and Kirsten. Like Lea, they’d seen this coming for months.

Kirsten clearly hadn’t, though.

Lea patted her best friend on the back. I’m so sorry, Kirsten.

Feel stupid.

I bet.

Sean put a big hand on his sister’s shoulder. Want me’n’Andy to go beat her up?

Lifting her