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Breaking Perfect

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Moving to the cabinets, he began scavenging for food. The first few cabinets he opened were filled with meticulously organized dishes, glasses, and bowls. He noticed a pattern of one upturned dish for every type. Weird.

The cups were all lined up as if on a grid, perfectly spaced from every angle. But then the last glass on the left was always upside down. He wanted a drink, but wasn’t sure if he should take the odd cup out or go for one of the more uniformly stacked ones. After realizing he’d stood there for almost a minute debating something so stupid, he rolled his eyes and grabbed any old glass. Liberty was having an effect on him.

He went to the faucet, filled the glass and chugged it. When he was done he placed it on the counter and continued to scavenge for food. There was plenty of it. Problem was it was all in forms he didn’t know how to use. Clear glass jars were filled with various white powders. Sean could identify the flour and sugar, but other than that he had no idea what they were. There were tons of them. It almost looked like he was snooping in a culinary meth lab or underground coke kitchen.

He pulled one small jar of white stuff down to get a closer look and was relieved to find a label on the top claiming it baking powder. The rest were also labeled, he found. He was getting quite a lesson. Who ever thought there were so many variations of flour and sweeteners and sugars? Made no difference anyway, he didn’t have a damn clue how to make things with ingredients like that.

He moved to another cabinet that looked similar to the white one, but this one was filled with jars of various dried beans. The next one was much the same, but with smaller jars of spices. He was growing frustrated and hungrier by the minute. By the time he reached the pasta cabinet he’d seen enough. He slammed the cabinet and didn’t even get the satisfaction of hearing it slam. Stupid dove tail jointing.

“What the fuck?” He ran his fingers through his hair and groaned. “Where is all the food?”

He heard a slow creak in the distance and stilled. Was that them? Were they home? He walked out into the foyer and didn’t see any signs of them. Then he heard a noise again. It came from upstairs. When it came again he identified it and groaned.

Not again. Female cries that only a woman being thoroughly fucked could make filtered to his ears. Over and over, louder and louder Liberty’s cries echoed through the house and he could almost feel each tight thrust of Mase’s cock that made her scream. He certainly could hear the rhythm his boy was keeping.

His mind wandered and he imagined how they would look like fucking. Was Liberty an on top kind of girl or a doggy style one? Mase was definitely a man who liked to be in charge. It had been one of the things they struggled with in their own relationship. Two alpha males.

The vision that filled his head as her cries of ecstasy filled the house was so real it knocked the breath out of him. In his mind he saw Libby getting fucked, but it wasn’t Mason’s hands that held onto her hips. They were his. Through his mind’s eye he followed the narrow column of her spine until he saw nothing but blond curls bouncing with each thrust. His fantasy traveled farther and he saw Mason wearing nothing but an expression of pure rapture as he fed his wife his fat cock.

Sean shook his head and stumbled back as if the vision was a living thing that grabbed hold of him. Just as his head returned to reality he heard Mason’s deep voice shout and Liberty’s accompanying cry and knew they had finished. He turned and went into the kitchen. He was leaving today.

* * * *

Mason followed Liberty down the steps after they shared a long shower. When she reached the landing her steps faltered and a look of panic intruded on her otherwise serene expression. “Lib?”

“Someone’s made the coffee. Sean’s made the coffee.”

She made to bolt, but he snagged her hand and kept her from leaving his side. “Hey, look at me. It’s just coffee. Sean knows how to make coffee. He’s probably done it a million times. Besides, all he had to do was turn it on. Now, we talked about this. Nothing is different. We’re just starting the day a little later. Look at it this way, now you have one less thing to do to catch up.”

She hesitated and then nodded. Mason realized his greedy libido was already costing Liberty. He just hoped she could keep a grip on herself and make it through the day without any major setbacks. Cursing under his breath when he realized it was Tuesday and he had to be at the hospital by eleven, he admitted it was a shit day to fuck with her routine.


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