Let It Be: A Friendly Menage Romance

By K.D. West

Sometimes, darkness gives way to light

Helen was supposed to be heading on her honeymoon — off on a sexy trip to Fiji with her long-time fiancé. Her cheating, sleaze-bag, lying fiancé.

And so she is off on a trip to the mountains with her best friend Tommy and Tommy's husband Al. Instead of sun and sand, she's heading off to silence and snow.

Together with Al and Tommy, Helen discovers a path to love and life that seems as inevitable as it is unexpected.

The complete Let It Be friendly ménage romance trilogy!

1) Let It Snow

2) Let It Go

3) Let It Show

 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Stillpoint/Eros
• Release date: Aug 11, 2020

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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Let It Be

A Friendly Polyamory Romance

by

K. D. West

Let It Be #1–#3

Copyright © 2018, 2019, 2020 by Stillpoint Digital Press (stillpointdigital.com)

Published by Stillpoint/Eros

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.

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

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Table of Contents

1 — Let It Snow

2 — Let It Go

3 — Let It Show

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1 — Let It Snow

This was supposed to have been a grand, romantic Christmas for Helen and Ben. This was supposed to be the Christmas where they flew off to Fiji, to the amazing five-star resort Ben’s parents had booked them into, into their own cabin by the beach, where they had nothing to do for two whole weeks but eat gourmet food, drink ridiculous rum drinks, make love to the sound of the waves breaking on the beach just outside their open-walled cabana.

She was supposed to be going on her honeymoon.

She was supposed to be married to Ben, her boyfriend of five years. Ben, the CEO of his own tech startup. Ben, the endlessly considerate man who had patiently waited for Helen to say yes, though he’d first proposed on their third date. Ben, the passionate lover whose fingers and tongue and cock could reduce her to a gibbering pile of very content protoplasm on those nights that he actually was able to make it home.

Ben the lying, sleazy, cheating son of a bitch whose Tastr account Helen had found just before Thanksgiving, leading her to discover that the many late nights he’d said he was working at his firm (which turned out to be teetering on the edge of bankruptcy) had mostly been spent picking up young men in clubs and banging them in expensive hotel rooms downtown. Some of them very young. As in, illegally young. Whose trips to Southeast Asia, which he’d said were about setting up a satellite office, had largely been spent in brothels, along with a large portion of his firm’s seed money. In the company of more young men who Helen’s research had showed her were very likely far from the age of consent.

It really wasn’t that Ben had turned out to like men — he swore to her (as if he had any credibility left) that he was bi-romantic (if not actually bisexual), that he truly did love Helen. Even if she did nothing for him sexually. Thanks very much.

It was that everything — everything — about their relationship had been a lie. That everything from his patience to his apparent empathy down to his financial security had been a carefully constructed con.

And she’d fallen for it, for five years. She was a fucking cybersecurity specialist, and she hadn’t seen the signs. Hadn’t noticed the weird withdrawals from their joint account. Hadn’t noticed the wiped browser history on the gaming computer in their den.

But once she’d seen the splash screen for the gay dating site on his phone when he went to call his mom to finalize the wedding plans, it had taken Helen — who did after all do forensic data research for a living — all of five hours to discover that not only wasn’t her fiancé faithful, he wasn’t even vaguely who he had presented himself to be through their whole relationship. He had lied to her so fundamentally and so thoroughly that Helen was humiliated that she hadn’t seen it before.

He swore that he had never had sex without a condom. She hadn’t believed that either — but when the battery of tests showed that she was in fact completely free of any infection that her doctor could think to test for, she had to grant that there was at least one thing he hadn’t lied to her about.

His name. He hadn’t lied about his name either.

So no. She wasn’t going off to fuck on the veranda of an open-walled cabana on a private beach mostly visited by billionaires and their scions. She didn’t have any rings on her finger or any silky lingerie in her suitcase waiting to be thrown on just to be torn off. She had jeans. And sweatshirts. And sweaters. And flannel shirts. And whatever warm clothing she could find. Which, since she’d never lived further than ten miles from the California coast, wasn’t much.

Because she wasn’t going to Fiji. She was going to a cabin in the mountains with two couples from the office — her boss Jenny and Jenny’s husband Mike, who owned the cabin, and her buttmate Tommy and his husband Al. The two couples had planned the holiday trip to the snow months before, and when Helen’s whole life had imploded, and she’d spent three days weeping and screaming in the space she shared with Tommy, Tommy and Jenny had listened patiently, and finally made her promise to join them for the trip.

And so she was here, sitting in the back seat of Al’s SUV as they turned off the four-lane highway onto a two-lane road that twisted up into the Sierra Nevada’s granite canyons, watching the first flakes of snow begin to fall.

Helen liked snow. Her family would drive up from Santa Maria to Lake Tahoe every couple of years for a day or two when she was growing up. It had struck Helen as pretty as a girl, the white coating the mountains. The quiet that descended when it was actually snowing.

And Helen couldn’t stand the idea of going home to her family — to her folks’ kind disappointment, to her younger sister Connie’s excruciating sympathy, there with her stolid, trustworthy husband Jake and their four kids. All of whom she loved, but whom Helen could not bear to see just now, not when everything about their boring, happy lives felt like an accusation. A reminder of just how monumentally her life had failed to deliver on the promises that she had thought it was making. Like Ben, it had lied to her, and she had taken the bait and swallowed it whole, only to find that it had torn out her middle on the way out.

And so she was here, sitting in the back of Al’s SUV. To visit the snow. To get away from her friends and her family. Well, most of her friends. Jenny was a good friend, and Tommy was the best. And they knew that she was a ruined, sad, angry, betrayed human being, but didn’t expect her to be anything else.

As they climbed, the hills