Four for Three:
Four tales of three friends — two women and a man — discovering that three truly is the magic number
K.D. West, Amazon bestselling author of contemporary menage/polyamory romance, brings you four steamy stories where friendship turns to something much, much more:
- The Visitor Has Company — When Sean’s sister Kirsten shows up on their doorstep, his fiancés Lea and Andy are more than happy to entertain her (F/F/M, M/M/F, wedding orgy, hurt/comfort)
- Handmaiden — After Lea, Sean, and Andy’s wedding, Kirsten finds a couple who are happy to let her serve them (Interracial F/F/M, D/s, F/F/F, pegging, implied M/M/M)
- On the Table — Sometimes you think you know where the party is going. Alice shows Suzie and Danny that sometimes you don’t (F/F/M, ice play, mild BDSM)
- Juliet Takes Charge — Alison asks her BFF (and girlfriend) Jordan and her boyfriend (and former teacher) Ken to give her the birthday present she’s dreamed of: themselves (F/F/M, F/F, M/F, strap-on)
(55,000 words. MFF bisexual menages à trois; MFM, FFF, and implied MMM threesomes; FF; MF; interracial. Adult readers only.)
From Juliet Takes Charge
After the movie, everyone started to wander off — none of them ever stayed to clean up. Katie and Bram were first out the door, looking very much like they were off to find someplace to get horizontal, and Lucas skulked out not far behind. Jonathon hugged me while Sam held his hand; JonJon whispered in my ear, “I hope Jordan feels better.” He let go of me, gave me a wink, gave his boyfriend a kiss, and then disappeared after the rest.
What…? My heart aching from being pulled in so many directions, I turned around, looking to help Ken pick up. Well, I thought, I guess we’re back to junior year — helping him clean up, then just going home and…
Going home and rubbing myself raw, thinking of him.
He wasn’t in the kitchen. I frowned, calling into the bathroom, “Ken?”
“Upstairs,” he answered.
Oh. The bedroom. THE bedroom…
The lights upstairs were all out, but a gentle glow came, not from the room that Ken had shared with his late wife, but from the office. I staggered my way to the door.
Jordan was kneeling on the bed in a red silk teddy that I’d helped her buy. She held her arms behind her. The single candle burned behind her at the head of the bed, starkly lighting those amazing nipples of hers.
Ken was standing beside her, unbuttoning his shirt. His face was in shadow, as was his crotch, but I thought I could make out the growing shape of his wonderful, familiar erection.
“Happy birthday,” they both murmured.
“Oh,” I squeaked.