The VIsitor Has Company - ebook

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.