Playtime with Sera (Siren Publishing Menage and More)

by Laura Ashton

  He leaned over also, since the crowd noise was so loud for the pretty Latina. “Like you said, a sexy little thing. She said she did some things with you that she couldn’t do with a man.”

  The last contestant was another blonde. She was at least five ten and rather nice looking.

  She leaned over to her husband. “What do think?”

  “The black-haired girl hands down, but none of them could’ve compared to you.”

  That seemed like an odd thing to say. “Well, that’s a moot point, since I’m not entered.”

  “You should’ve entered.”

  She narrowed her eyes. “Then everybody would have seen me naked.”

  “And seen how beautiful you are.”

  “You wouldn’t say that if you hadn’t been drinking. If you want to see me take some clothes off, let’s go home and play strip poker.

  To her surprise Marc latched on to that idea. “Hey, Jack. Sera is willing to play strip poker at home. Are you game?”

  The thought of getting undressed with Jack there sent warm fuzzies between her legs.

  Jack got a naughty grin on his face and waggled his eyebrows. “Best offer I’ve had all night.”

  Marc slid out of the booth and took Sera’s hand. “Let’s go.” He looked over to Jack and chuckled. “C’mon, Jack, let’s go home.”

  Chapter Four – Ménage

  By the time she pulled into the garage, her hands were quivering. She was going to play strip poker with two men—her present and former husband. The events of the night had gotten her so sexually aroused she could barely contain herself. Obviously, she wanted to have sex with Marc, but she still couldn’t get Jack out of her mind. The man pushed her buttons.

  She went to the bedroom, changed out of her cocktail dress, and put on jeans, a blouse, and sneakers. When she came out, Marc and Jack were sitting on opposite sides of the living room couch and though they’d already had plenty to drink, they each held a bottle of beer in their hand.

  When Jack saw her, he smiled. “Are you ready to get undressed?”

  Sera sucked her lips in tightly. “If I have to. How about you?”

  Jack joined Sera at the circular breakfast table while Marc grabbed a deck of cards out of a kitchen drawer before joining them. Marc dealt the first hand of draw poker. Sera got a pair of aces, king high, drew two cards, and got a third ace.

  Jack laid his cards down. Two pair, sevens and nines.

  Marc threw his cards in. “Beats me.”

  She laid her cards down. “But it doesn’t beat my three aces.”

  They both made faces but took off their shirts.

  It was her turn to deal, and she admired their muscular chests as she dealt, five cards each, face down. She picked up her cards and fanned them. Ace, king high. She drew four and drew another ace. She laid her cards down. “Can anyone beat a pair of aces?” They both threw their cards in.

  Marc shook his head. “Damn, beginner’s luck.”

  Her brow furrowed. “Hey, let’s not be poor sports now.”

  This time they each took off a shoe. She passed the cards to Jack.

  She drew one card to four diamonds and didn’t hit it so she took off a sneaker and Marc took off another shoe.

  Next hand she drew a third seven, but Marc won his first hand with three jacks. She removed another sneaker and Jack took off his belt.

  She won the next hand with threes over nines, full house.

  Marc took his belt off and Jack took off a shoe.

  “At the rate I’m going, I’ll be naked first,” complained Marc. “What’s going to happen when we’re all naked?”

  Jack dealt the next hand. “It’ll be playtime, just like with Annabelle. Remember Annabelle?”

  Playtime? Annabelle? “What’s ‘playtime’ and who’s Annabelle?” Sera wanted to know.

  Marc’s jaw dropped as utter shock registered on his face. “What are you talking about? Sera isn’t like Annabelle. She’s my wife.”

  “I know, Marc, and she used to be my wife. There’s something we need to discuss. Can we go somewhere private to talk?”

  “We can go in my study.”

  “Let’s go.”

  “Sweetheart, would you wait here while Jack and I go into my office?”

  She nodded and they left.

  * * * *

  Marc walked into his office ahead of Jack and went straight to his liquor cabinet. Opening a bottle of Jack Daniels, he poured an old fashioned glass, half full. He swallowed the contents, then filled the glass again and held the bottle up. “Would you like some?”

  Jack shook his head. “I’ve had enough, thanks.”

  Marc sat at his desk. “Okay, what do you want to talk about?”

  “Sera. There’s still something there between us. I can feel it.”

  He drank a quarter of his whiskey. “I know. She insinuated as much at the nightclub. Are you going to try to take her from me?”

  Jack shook his head from side to side. “Of course not. You’re my friend and even if you weren’t, I can tell she loves you.”

  He took another sip. “Then what are you proposing?”

  “That we share her like we did Annabelle.”

  He sucked a deep breath through his teeth. “Sera is my wife, not some dormitory floozy.”

  “You forget, she was my wife, too, and I know how sexual Sera is. Remember how much Annabelle liked having both of us sucking on her nipples, going down on her, fucking her? Sera would like it just as much, and you know it, don’t you?”

  He dipped his head in acknowledgment. “I don’t know if I can.”

  “You have to. The genie is out of the bottle.”

  Marc’s blue eyes had a tinge of red. “If I agreed, how would we go about this?”

  Jack raised up his forefinger. “First of all, whether we do this or not is up to Sera, agreed?”

  Marc pursed his lips and nodded.

  “Good. I love Sera, never stopped, but I know from being married to her that when we take the sex out of our relationship, we can’t get along. You are her husband and that’s the way it should stay. What I suggest is that every couple of weeks you and Sera come and see me or I come back here and we get together. The three of us would go to dinner or a movie and afterward have playtime. What do you say?”

  Marc leaned back in his chair and raked his fingers through his thick sandy-brown mane. Jack could tell his friend was struggling with it. He leaned forward and pounded his desk with his fist. “All right, damn it. I’m doing this for one reason. I remember I didn’t want to share Annabelle at first either, and after I got past the jealousy, I loved it. Call her in before I change my mind.”

  * * * *

  Sera walked into Marc’s study and he rose. “Have a seat, please, baby.”

  She took a seat in a straight-backed chair and Jack and Marc sat back down. “Would you like something to drink?”

  “No, I’m fine. Who’s Annabelle?”

  “She’s a girl from college that Marc and I had a relationship with.”

  She turned to Jack. “What kind of relationship?”

  Jack’s eyes were intense. “Sexual.”

  She shifted in her seat. “Both of you were having sex with the same woman?”

  Marc took another swallow of Jack Daniels. “Sometimes at the same time. What do you think of that?”

  Her palms began to get sweaty. “I’m not sure. What did she think?”

  Jack stood and paced. She could see a bulge where a certain piece of apparatus is usually located. “Annabelle loved it. In the end, she would only have sex with both of us.”

  “Why are you asking what I think?”

  “Because, we suspect, you would like to have sex with both of us. If I’m wrong, I apologize.”

  She hadn’t expected that. Some saliva rolled into her windpipe and she started coughing. Marc handed her a bottle of water from his tiny refrigerator. She drank half the bottle. When she’d regained enough composure to respond, she asked,
“What if I said I did?”

  “First we would stop the charades like strip poker. Then Marc and I would take you in the bedroom and make you feel like a goddess.”

  She looked at Marc. “You’re okay with this?”

  He nodded his affirmation.

  Sera rose. “Then let’s see what being a goddess feels like.”

  * * * *

  She knew before they did a thing that she would love it. She tried not to show how pleased she was when she took their hands and walked with them into the bedroom. They sat on the edge of the California king, Marc on her left and Jack on her right.

  To start, Marc unbuttoned her blouse and took it off.

  Next, Jack’s clever fingers unhooked her bra. “Here, let me help you take this cumbersome bra off.” After removing it, her breasts were bare. For a brief few seconds the air conditioning hardened her nipples before two warm mouths enveloped them, and she melted. As she’d always wanted and suspected, two sets of lips were doubly sensual. Their sucking sent tickly currents of need hungering through her, terminating in her core.

  “Let’s get your jeans and panties off before they get all wet.” Marc’s shaking hands dragged her jeans down her knees. Getting down on his knees, he pulled them the rest of the way down and over her sweat socks.

  Nodding agreement, Jack’s hands followed by pushing her lacy panties down to her knees and off.

  He laughed and sniffed them. “I wouldn’t worry if this is what Sera wants. Her panties are already soaked.” He handed the panties to Marc, who, after nodding and discarding them, removed her socks.

  She was naked.

  The guys rose and removed their remaining clothes before again sitting on each side of her.

  A thrill ran through her as she realized, It’s going to happen. I’m going to have sex—with both of them!

  Jack’s lips covered hers. Her arms lifted to encircle his neck as he deepened the kiss, demanding more from her. The achy emptiness in her pussy cried out as warmth and dampness collected between her legs.

  Now fully naked, a surplus of sensations surged through her as intimate fingers assaulted her clit, anus, and vagina. Similar to her strip club lap dance, a surreal cloud enveloped her. Marc pulled away from her nipple. “We’re both going to make love to you. Is it all right?”

  When she spoke, her voice was breathy and sounded different. “Oh, yes please. I want to feel like a goddess.” At this point, she was a slave to these two sexy men.

  She reached for their cocks, which stood up proud, aiming skyward, and squeezed them. She took hold of each shaft and stroked it.

  Glancing down on their first-rate equipment, she scrutinized the objects of her lust. Both were longer than normal and almost as thick as her model’s wrist. Marc’s was light flesh color, offset by raised blue and magenta veining. The head of his cock was mauve with plum-colored ridges. Jack’s was mostly light olive with a darker olive crown and scrotum. She loved ogling their uncovered flesh. Marc was athletically muscular. His handsome oval face and sandy, short-cropped hair lent him a boyish look. Jack had dark hair, was a bit thinner, but not much. He was well built, with washboard stomach muscles and bulging pecs. They were almost the same height—a little over six feet.

  “What shall we do first?” Jack asked.

  The achy feeling in her pussy craved something long and hard. She gazed at her playthings. Their eyes smoldered with unfulfilled need.

  Jack nudged Marc. “You know I’ve been dying to eat Sera’s sweet pussy. Is it all right?”

  Marc extended a hand toward her. “Go for it. I’ll help out where I can.”

  Jack nodded at Marc, then stared at her. “Lay back, sweetheart.”

  Sitting near the edge, she lay back and spread her legs, her feet resting on the edge of the bed.

  Jack grabbed a couple pillows. After lifting her head, he slipped one of the pillows underneath. “I want you to watch me devour you. This is all about you tonight.”

  He placed the second pillow on the floor and knelt. His hands stroked the smooth curves of her lower left leg, up and down and over her ankle. Lifting her foot, he kissed the tops of her toes, then her instep. After setting her foot back on the edge of the bed, his hand eased out to her clit, his thumb pleasantly shocking her with four teasing strokes before retreating.

  As promised, her husband took over the upper half of her body, massaging, caressing, and kissing it. As she raised her arms above her head, Marc’s supple lips latched on to her sensitive right nipple, sending a violent tremor through her body.

  Jack repeated the procedure on her right leg. This time, as he stroked her clit with his thumb, he lowered his head to within an inch from her humid slit and inhaled deeply as if sniffing a wine cork. “Mmm,” he said, casting her a wall-to-wall smile, “I love the pungent aroma of your aroused pussy. Now, to taste this marvelous work of nature.”

  She didn’t know if she blushed, but a flash of heat passed through her. In fact, even though they’d barely started, she’d never felt this worked up or pampered in her life.

  Jack’s smooth, moist lips tattooed her inner thighs with soft, moist kisses, while his arms snaked around her thighs, his hands draping over her cleft. His fingers parted her petal-soft folds and Marc parked his face in the crook of her neck. His warm breath sparked ripples of desire in her core.

  Jack’s long tongue reamed her creamy recess, swabbing the pink walls for their juices. “Ooh-ooooh.” She arched her back in reflex, moaning, sucking in a deep breath and holding it, waiting for her lovers’ next moves. His tongue buried deep in her core ignited a liquid fever in her blood—a fever which flowed through her whole body. The passion affected her movement. It seemed reactive, almost uncontrolled as her head thrashed back and forth, and her arms pounded the bedding.

  Strong, sensual currents cascaded through her when Jack’s finger and thumb, slick with her crème, gently slid along her love bud. She gasped and clenched Marc’s hair when Jack’s long tongue slid into her slippery channel and reamed her soft pink walls, matching her moans as if her pussy was the tastiest thing he ever ate.

  Sera’s head moved from side to side as Marc, lying beside her, massaged her soft, firm breasts, plucking and flicking gently her hard nipples. She gripped and squeezed his cock. When he tensed she began to stroke it, adding a groan to their moans. “Oh, fuck, you guys are driving me nuts,” she yelled.

  Jack removed his tongue from her pussy and replaced it with two long, intimate fingers. “That’s the idea.”

  Instantly she gasped and pushed herself into his talented, wiggling fingers.

  Mark added, “Wait until we stick our dicks in you.”

  The carnality of her vision sent shivers through her from head to toe.

  Jack’s sensuous lips tightened around her clit, his tongue teasing the sensitive tip. Her jaw tightened and fingers clenched as sweet torment filled her core. The longer Jack dined on her pussy, the stronger and more erotic it felt. His lips loosened their grip on her clitoris and he started breathing through his mouth, drawing cool air past her throbbing bud. When he began to hum, sending tickly vibrations though her clit, subtle feelings overwhelmed her. Smooth, heavenly sensations threaded from her clitoris to the extremities of her body. A tingly curtain of venereal pleasure descended. Every touch, every current of air that brushed her exposed flesh made her quiver with anticipation.

  Something was about to happen—she could sense it. She crossed her ankles behind Jack’s back, pulling his face tightly against her lathered slit. Then it came—tidal waves of undiluted pleasure washed over her, culminating in a euphoric, sensory explosion. Her body rocked back and forth. She screamed, clutching Jack’s hair in her fists, moving his head in time with her heaving motion.

  She shivered and shuddered from pleasure tremors for a half minute before calming down. Then with a pleased smile upon his lips, Jack rose up and embraced her.

  She felt exhausted. She closed her eyes, and even though four male hands roamed her
body, she found it more relaxing than stimulating.

  When the last gyration subsided, Marc stood, his cock stretching skyward. “That was good. I hope you’re ready ’cause now it’s my turn. I’m going to make love to you.” An approving smile formed on Marc’s handsome face as he drank in her nakedness. “You are beautiful.”

  He interrupted her return smile when he roughly inserted a finger in her slippery slit. “Oh.” She chirped at the unexpected intrusion. She held her breath as he inserted a second finger. The fingers slid in easily, lubricated by the liquid warmth of her excitement. Pleasurable currents raced through her as his two fingers serviced her pussy. Writhing, she eased herself onto his plunging fingers.

  Jack was still at her side, kissing and fondling her. She was ready for the next level and she wasn’t disappointed. Marc placed his manhood at the opening of her crème-filled tunnel and shoved. It slid all the way in. Piston-like, he moved in and out of her, slowly at first, gradually picking up the tempo until his shaft stroked her in a driving rhythm, pushing her up and down on the bed.

  The walls of her pussy, which all night had been screaming for friction, purred like a happy pussycat. Her fingers reached behind her and gripped the headboard as powerful thrusts kept coming, pounding her pussy relentlessly. Blood simmered just below her skin and her channel ached for release. Tense fingers dug into her flesh as his hefty cock pummeled her harder and faster while Jack’s mouth, rediscovering her nipple, alternated between nibbling and suckling. Locating her other nipple, he plucked and circled its nub with his finger.

  She was overwhelmed from the intense concentration of pleasure. Thrilling spasms rippled through her core as her impending climax built layer upon layer. Anchoring his hands on her hips, Marc rose up and drove into her hard, wiggling sideways, trapping her clit against his pelvic area in a wicked embrace. Her every nerve felt charged. He came and so did she. Sensation pulled from her extremities, building as the bolt of desire burst through her center. A scream of ecstasy burst forth, euphoric waves lapping against her mind like an immutable tide. Screaming her release, brightness flashed behind her eyes as her second orgasm raced through her.