Playtime with Sera

Professional Reviews

4.5 TEA CUPS: "What do you do when you find out that your ex-husband was best friends in college with your current husband? In “Playtime with Sera,” the answer is to have as much hot ménage sex as possible. Ms. Ashton has a wicked quill, penning this short tale that will leave you hotter than the Arizona desert. The characterization in this story is great. The characters are consistent, but learn how to fit together better and end up changing for the best in the end. This, along with a well executed plot and setting, make for a good read. What really sold me on this book (besides the incredibly HOT ménage scenes) are the scenes in the strip club. Both of them were fantastic, leaving me breathless and almost speechless. The brief f/f encounter was a gutsy move and really paid off. Overall, I really enjoyed this short story and would recommend it to anyone looking for a short and spicy read." -- Angelique, Happily Ever After Reviews

Excerpt

STORY EXCERPT

It all started with a phone message. “Hi baby, it’s me. I ran into an old buddy today who I haven’t seen since college. We’re going out for a couple drinks at five, and well…I’d like you to meet Jack. Why don’t you get all fixed up like you do? You know—good enough to eat—and meet us at Christo’s for dinner. I’ll make reservations for seven at three, umm, better make that three at seven. I love you.” He finished with a kiss.

Sweet man, Marc. A real find, though he’s always saying he got the best of the bargain. Others said so too, though she didn’t buy into that. True, he’s not quite as good looking as her first husband. Hmm…She cupped her chin. His name was Jack, too. God, that man could send her into orbit. Problem was, when they weren’t floating through the heavens just above their bed having glorious, hot, erotic sex, they’d argue and fight like a couple of spoiled kids. Truthfully they had nothing in common except sumptuous, erotic sex. Moreover, his looks were a magnet for women. Her best friend even went after him. After their divorce, she took a new job and moved to Phoenix, after which her ex and former best friend got married.

Oh well, Marcus was rock steady, nice looking, great in bed, too, and—and this was a big one—he made her laugh. Life was fun with Marc. She missed him already. She had better go and make herself pretty like he asked.

At six-fifteen, she pulled up to the valet. She took a quick look in the rearview mirror and reassured herself she looked good. She did. She should. Beauty was her business. She was a fashion model.

She wore her long light-chestnut hair up, curled, and tied at the back with a white ribbon. Three loose ringlets hung beside her lightly blushed cheeks, the way Marc liked it. Her deep brown eyes were lightly shadowed in a silvery blue blend. And of course her full lips gleamed with her trademark crystal peach lipstick. She topped that off with a low cut, black and white, full, above-the-knee cocktail dress plus wrap, open toed, three-and-a-half-inch heeled white sandals with a bow. She looked good enough—as they say—“to die for.” After the valet picked his jaw up from the ground, he opened the door of her six-figure Mercedes convertible. She got out and strutted into Christo’s as if she didn’t have a care in the world, which she didn’t…yet.

She knew Marc had made the reservations for seven o’clock, so she turned right and headed straight into…eek, Jack.

“Excuse me, I didn’t see you…Sera? Is that you? You are fucking gorgeous.”

Oh, yeah, she forgot. Jack had a foul mouth. “I’m meeting my husband and a friend. What the eff are you doing here?” To be fair, she’d been known to throw a few F-bombs around, too. “Don’t tell me you’re the friend?”

His eyes grew wide in realization as he inquired, “Marc?”

She nodded earnestly and grabbed his arm. “Let’s talk in the foyer.” She jerked him toward the reception area. When out of ear and eyeshot from the lounge, she turned to her ex. “All right, buster. What the eff is going on?”

With his eyes still wide open, he shrugged. “I ran into Marc at a business meeting this morning. We were roommates at college for three years, right here at ASU. God, Sera, you look good enough to eat.”

“That’s the idea.”

“What?”

“Nothing. I always look good. I looked good for you, but you only notice what you don’t have.”

He stepped away. This man, who could start a fire in her belly with a glance, stroked and titillated her body with his searing brown eyes as his gaze wandered over every inch of her, and some places twice. He hadn’t changed. He was still Adonis incarnate, and she was ready to melt. She staggered and his arms reached out in support, but not the kind of support she needed. With his large strong hands wrapped around her bare arms, her pulse shot skyward and her heart pounded so loud she felt it in her ears.

“Boy, did I fuck up,” he admitted.

God help her. In the eighteen months she and Marc had been married she’d never even thought about another man. Now, a little incubus whispered in her ear, “Lift up your skirt, pull down your panties and say, ‘Take me, I’m yours.’”

“Beth didn’t hold a candle to you.”

The mention of Beth allowed her to regain some measure of composure. She felt her jaw tighten. Through gritted teeth, she snarled, “and just how is dear, sweet Beth?”

“Oh, that’s one of the things Marc and I are celebrating. My divorce became final the day before yesterday.”

Jesus, the man is on the prowl. Can it get any worse?

“You know, I’m really sorry about the foul up with the hotel reservation. I promise I’ll keep such a low profile, you won’t even notice I’m staying with you for the three-day weekend.”

The man she was ready to disrobe for right there was going to be staying with them? This can’t be real. She pinched herself. Oww! It was real all right. How could she get out of this with her honor intact? Is suicide honorable? “Let me get this straight. My ex-husband divorces my ex-best friend and my husband and I are going to help you celebrate? Why would we do that?”

He cocked his head with a silly smile gracing his sexy lips, stuck his palms out to the side face up, and shrugged. “You wouldn’t. Marc says we’re going to find me a girlfriend. A nice Arizona girl.”

“Good, I can dig that, but what are we going to do? Marc would die if he found out the jerk I was—”

“What do you mean jerk?”

“That’s what I call you—jerk. I think having an affair with my best friend and then marrying her qualifies you for that title. Don’t you?”

He scratched his wavy dark hair. “Yeah, I guess. Seeing you again makes me realize what a jerk I was.

ADULT EXCERPT

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.