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K.D. West

A story about love, desire and getting what you wish for

Lea is flying East again to a snow-bound Atlanta, and she's worried: she's moving in with two attractive firemen who plan to share their apartment, her bed, and her...

Is there such a thing as too perfect? Is it time for Lea to be careful what she wishes for?

It doesn't help that Sean and Andy are working, and she's going to have to make her way back to her new home on her own. A ménage a Lea.

But a surprise shows Lea that too perfect is just about right!

(Threesome romance, ménage à trois, bisexuality, group sex. Adult readers only!)

Extract:

Lea started to squeal, to leap at them both, to see if she could rap her arms and legs around both of them at once — to hell with people watching — but Andy’s hand held her fast. “I… I thought you were working!”

“We are,” answered Sean. His posture said On duty, but his eyes promised pleasure, a promise that Lea’s body immediately began urging her to collect on. “Obviously.”

“We managed to volunteer for an extra shift out here at the airport,” Andy added quietly, and then said more loudly. “We just need you to identify something for us, miss, if you’d just follow us.”

“Identify?”

“Yes, miss.” Andy winked, and gestured down the terminal — not in the direction of baggage claim, but toward one of the thousands of non-descript doors that you never notice as you wander through an airport.

Andy led and Lea followed; she could hear Sean taking up the rear — an image that set all sorts of nasty thoughts going in Lea’s nasty, nasty mind. Andy used a key to open the door and waved the other two through into a small stairwell.

As soon as the door clicked shut, Lea turned and leapt, grabbing both men’s collars, wrapped her legs around both of them — as best she could, since even without these heavy coats on they were not exactly small guys — and proceeded to kiss them both soundly. Two big hands reached under her butt, each holding up one cheek, each pulling her tight.

After a few minutes — not long enough, never long enough — Andy backed away from her neck and Sean backed away from her ear. “Guess you did miss us,” chuckled Sean.

Stillpoint/Eros

The Visitor Saga

The Visitor Comes Again: A Friendly MMF Menage Tale

A tale of desire, video sex, bisexuality, coming, and coming home!

The second installment in Lea's adventures with her Southern firemen

Lea’s left behind Atlanta and Sean and Andy, her two gorgeous firemen; she’ll have to do without them for weeks… Or will she? Andy and Sean may have a surprise or two in store.

And just what has Kirsten — Lea's roommate and Sean’s sister — been up to while Lea’s been gone?

(MF, MMF ménage à trois. Bisexuality. Explicit language and scenes of sexuality between — and among — consenting adults)

Preview:

As she was putting her phone back down, ready to dive back into the ever-entertaining travails of Liz Lemon, Lea’s phone chirped again.

It was from Sean this time: Hey, miss you. Both of us do.

Lea’s chest filled with warmth. She answered, I miss you both too.

Wanna see us?

?

Video chat. On the computer. Andy wants to be able to see too, for some reason.

Lea laughed, imagining the two burly boys fighting over the little phone. She flipped open her laptop. Okay. Tell me when.

Now? And he gave a link.

Lea entered it into her browser. The feed loaded… “Holy s—t.”

Two broad-chested, naked male bodies greeted her, visible from the neck down, so she wasn’t immediately sure which was which. They were sitting on the edge of the pullout, knees spread, each stroking the other.

“Holy s–t,” she repeated.

“Nice to see you too,” one of them murmured – over the tiny laptop speakers, she thought it was Sean, but wasn’t certain.

The Visitor Comes Home

Is it possible to have too much of a good thing?

Lea’s always taken pride in a job well done. Sean and Andy take pride in Lea doing well, and pleasure in doing Lea well.

As she begins her life in Atlanta in earnest, Lea asks herself if her arrangement with Sean and Andy might not be too much of a good thing. And when they ask for more, are they crossing the line from a friendly threesome… to a friendly ménage?

Never one to take things lying down, Lea gets down to business.

(M/M/F, some male bisexuality. Explicit language and scenes of sex between consenting adults. Adult readers only. )

The Visitor Goes to Work: A Friendly MMF Ménage Tale

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*: 

1 - The Visitor
2 - The Visitor Comes Home
3 - The Visitor Comes Again
4 - The Visitor Goes to Work
5 - The Visitor Entertains
6 - The Visitor Takes a Trip
7 - The Visitor Has Company

*The complete saga is available in the collection The Visitor Comes for Good

The Visitor Entertains: A Friendly MMF Ménage Tale

Lea and her firemen Andy and Sean have found something special - but can it last?

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

Since he admitted that he loved Sean as much as he loved Lea, Andy has been acting oddly — mute, sullen, withdrawn.

When Lea confronts him about it, Andy tells Lea he’s been feeling uncomfortable because he wants her to come home to a friend’s wedding. To Andy’s old girlfriend. That Andy may have told his friend — and his old flame, and his family — that he and Lea are engaged. And that he doesn’t know how to explain what he, Lea, and Sean are building.

Sean convinces Lea to support Andy through his crisis. When they head back up to Andy’s Blue Ridge Mountain home, they find that complex isn’t exclusive to the city, and that, in the end, there’s nothing new under the sun.

(FMM ménage à trois, threesome erotic romance, FMF interracial orgy, bondage, pegging. Novella: 18,000 words. Adult readers 18+ only!)

Preview:

Eventually, the visitors stumbled off with promises to continue the conversation at the bachelor and bachelorette parties the next night. As they stumbled their way out of the ramshackle house — which had indeed managed not to fall — Andy said, “Hey, guys, you think you can find your way back to the house? Sis and I got some catching up to do.”

Lea was about to say that, no, she had no idea where they were or how to get back to the Harrises’ house, but Sean said, “Sure thing, Andy-boy. Cherokee Ridge Road, yeah?”

Andy nodded and led his bemused sister off in the opposite direction.

Lea watched them go and turned to Sean. “What was that about?” she whispered.

“I’m hoping he’s trying to warn her to back off of me a bit.”

Lea grinned up at Sean. “Aw, poor boy.”

“Hey,” he muttered, “she’s scary.” Sean led her uphill at slow pace, and Lea could feel the heat pouring out of her into the warm, sticky Georgia night. Moths and lightning bugs played a game of shadow-and-light tag. “Also,” he said when they’d gotten a couple of minutes up the road to a place where the winding road passed through a dark copse of pine trees, “I’d like to think that he’s trying to make it up to us for all of the entertainment we’ve provided his family by givin’ us a bit of alone time.” And before Lea could say a word, he lifted her up onto the split-rail fence, stepped between her surprise-widened legs, and kissed her in that whole-body, nothing-else-in-the-universe way that Sean could kiss.

Within seconds, Lea’s libido, which was already at a simmer, went to a full boil. “Oh. God. Sean. Want you. Want you so much....”

“Then by god, honey, you’re gonna have me,” Sean murmured.

The Visitor Takes a Trip: A Friendly MMF Ménage Tale

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:

1 - The Visitor*

2 - The Visitor Comes Home

3 - The Visitor Comes Again

4 - The Visitor Goes to Work*

5 - The Visitor Entertains

6 - The Visitor Takes a Trip

7 - The Visitor Has Company

Extract:

“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 askedfor 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.

[...]

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.