Breaking Perfect

Mason paused and Liberty let out a protesting moan. Sean watched as Mase slowly reached for his wife’s shoulder and leaned down to her ear. Mason softly whispered, but Sean heard every word.

“Liberty, we’re being watched.”

Liberty stiffened and slowly raised her head. Her deep blue eyes, now the color of stormy skies, found Sean’s immediately. Her cheeks were flushed and she nervously licked her lips.

Looking back in Mason’s eyes, Sean knew he was too far gone with lust to be thinking clearly. He was being completely driven by the eroticism of the moment. He’d always been a bit of an exhibitionist.

Mason gently pulled Liberty up by the shoulders and kissed and licked her neck as he held her up for inspection. Her arms crossed over her small breasts and Sean could see where Mason’s fat cock filled her little pussy. She was shaven smooth and her folds glistened with arousal. The vein on Mason’s cock bulged and curved to remain inside of her in this upward position.

Liberty panted and gazed seductively at him. By the looks of things, she found the idea of being watched erotic as well, but also struggled with it, as a hint of panic infused her stare. Knowing Mason, he wouldn’t allow her to hold any shame in moments of intimacy. What happened next validated Sean’s suspicions.

Mason’s hands went to Liberty’s and he gently eased them away from her breasts. He used one hand to circle her wrists and pull her arms down. “Show Sean your pretty tits, Liberty.”

Liberty responded to his direction. It was a beautiful display of submission. One that Sean found intoxicating. His cock lengthened a little more and he reached down to adjust himself. Mason still seemed to follow a dominant no shame policy.

Mason transferred both hands under her arms and guided her limbs around his neck. The caress caused a tickle of chills to chase over Liberty’s flesh and Sean could actually see her nipples ruche a bit more. They were beautiful, small, tight, and, as he already knew, deep pink. He swallowed.

Mason’s fingers went to those perfect little nipples and pinched them between his fingers. Liberty moaned long and deep. Her head fell back on Mason’s shoulder and her eyes shut. She was drunk on passion, totally gone. Sean had never imagined Liberty appearing so free and unrestrained. It was beautiful.

Mason played a little longer with her breasts, still seated deep inside of her, then he whispered, “Liberty.” Her eyes opened only into drowsy slits. “What if I told you I wanted Sean to suck on your pretty nipples?” She moaned. “Would you do that for me? I know you’ll enjoy it. Sean has such a nice mouth, don’t you think?”

Liberty arched, her cunt sliding down further over Mason’s slick cock as he held her to him. “Is that a yes?”

“Yes, Mason.”

Mason looked back to him and raised an eyebrow as if to ask what Sean thought about that. Sean shook his head. He couldn’t. Liberty was Mason’s wife! He’d already been tempted by her beauty once. He couldn’t allow himself to do this. But oh, he wanted to. His cock throbbed and he touched himself again through his briefs. Mason’s eyes zeroed in on the movement and Sean watched as he thrust one long stroke deep into Liberty’s pussy. She cried out and writhed in his arms.

Sean was frozen in place. This was wrong.

“Come here, Sean.”

The command in Mason’s voice both excited and irritated Sean. He was weak when Mason used such a tone with him, and yet control had been something they each battled for in their relationship. Two alpha males, each struggling to be on top. Sean usually wound up being in control, requiring Mason’s complete trust and surrender. Trust he had forsaken the minute he walked away from their relationship. He took a step forward and halted.

Mason pacified his whimpering wife, who was teetering on what was sure to be an explosive orgasm, by ramming his cock into her a few times as he waited for Sean. Mase’s uncivilized grunt that followed each thrust enlightened Sean to just how sweet Libby’s little pussy was. Mase cupped and plumped her breasts as if offering them to his friend.

“Tell Sean what I want. What you want to give me, Liberty.”

Her head slowly tilted forward from where she’d been lolling on his shoulder. Lustful blue eyes stared into his. “Please help me, please my husband, Sean. Please come touch my breasts.”

She asked so prettily Sean found himself moving forward. Mase smiled slowly at his progress. His hands coasted over her small breasts and up the length of her thin arms. He unlatched her arms from around his neck and held them out to the side. She looked like a pagan sacrifice upon a cross. Mason was offering her to him.