Priestess — K.D. West

It's always the quiet ones

Danielle and Robby's love-life is anything but conventional -- and they're looking for someone to join them

Danielle may not be in a threeway marriage like her brother Andy or their sister Jessie.

But Danielle and her husband Robby's marriage has never been as conventional as it may have looked.

And now, on the night of Jessie's wedding, Danielle and Robby have a chance to live out their oldest fantasy. For as long as they've been together, Robby has wanted to watch his wife with another man. And she has longed to give him that.

The wild conclusion to The Visitor's Wedding, a series of sequels to The Visitor Has Company, this short story can be read on its own or as part of The Visitor Saga.

(MFM ménage. polyamory, voyeurism, hotwife. Adult readers only.)

The Visitor's Wedding:

1. Goddess (MFM interracial ménage)
2. Handmaiden (FFM, FFF interracial bisexual ménage)
3. Priestess (MFM ménage, voyeurism, polyamory, hotwife)

Extract:

As they walked the two blocks to the hotel, Robby lent Danielle his jacket. Peering at Tony, he said, “Your car okay?”

“Sure,” Tony said with a smile. “It's locked up back where the wedding was. Who'd steal a cop car parked in front of a firehouse?”

“Good point.”

Danielle held out her elbows and the two men slipped their arms through.

“How you feeling, baby?” Robby asked.

“Scared shitless.”

Robby gave a huff. “Me too.”

“That makes three of us,” Tony added after a moment.

Danielle thought about what Lea had said -- about trust. And about what you want. She stopped walking. “So do you want to know what I'm scared of?”

They both nodded, their eyes on her.

“I'm scared that this will blow up. I'm scared that tomorrow, one or both of y'all is going to feel angry or hurt or both, and then all the fun won't be worth it. I'm scared that this will take our family, Robby, and mess it up. I'm scared I'm going to drop my dress, Tony, and you're gonna run screaming out of the room.” She glanced to either side. Both men were staring at her, mouths set. “I'm scared, Robby, honey, that watching me with Tony won't be as fun for you as the fantasy.”

“Yeah,” Robby grunted. “All of that. But I can see in our friend Tony's eyes, Dany-baby, that he ain't gonna be running out of the room.”

Tony, face pale, shook his head. “F___ no. Danielle. Ma'am.”

Robby gave a staccato laugh. “Anyways, Dany, whatever happens, I won't let it get in the way of you and me and Robby, Junior. Okay?”

She nodded and gave him the best smile she could manage, then turned to Tony. “So, officer, what are you scared of?”

“You have a kid?”

The breeze kicked up, getting under Robby's jacket and the hem of her dress. “Uh-huh.”

“I've always… Um… I don't want to cause…” He looked away. “I'm just… scared.”

“You have a thing for older women when you were a boy?” Robby asked, which wasn't something that had occurred to Danielle.

Tony nodded. Looking miserable.

Danielle took a deep breath. “Well, gentlemen, if being married to a vet has taught me anything, it's that courage ain't about not being scared, it's about what you do with it.”

Robby nodded grimly; Tony joined him.

“So, Tony,” said Danielle, feeling her throat fill with something thick and cool, “I'd like to kiss you. Right now. And then maybe we can see how we all feel about where we want to go from there.”

Robby gave a quick gasp, then nodded once, sharply.

“Okay,” mouthed Tony, turning fully to her.

She slid her arms around him, and after a moment's hesitation, felt him pull her to him. Leaning in, she pressed her lips to his.