Breaking Perfect

“Is Liberty on the pill?”

“She can’t have children.”

Mase’s words dropped through the air like a cinderblock, landing with a thud in the pit of Sean’s stomach. He was an insensitive ass. He turned to Liberty who was staring back at him, chin raised, as if daring him to show pity. Sean understood then and there that this was an issue she had come to terms with long ago. She was braced for his comment, but it wasn’t the time. There was enough to deal with. Avoiding the subject would be an act of mercy she would appreciate.

He looked at her. “What if I told you I wanted to fuck you right now, just you and me, while Mason watched?”

She swallowed slowly and nodded.

“I’m selfish, Liberty. I’m not always easygoing. I warned you, but you refuse to see me in that light I’m greedy and sometimes I want it to be all about me. Sometimes I want it to hurt.”

She raised her chin and straightened her shoulders. “Like I told you before, sometimes there’s good pain and sometimes there’s bad pain. I trust you to know the difference, Sean.”

From the corner of his eye Sean saw Mase shift his weight. He kept his eyes on Liberty. “I expect complete submission from my women, Liberty.”

With more bite than he expected she retorted, “I expect you to only have one woman, Sean, so I suppose I’ll have to meet your expectations.”

He understood her challenge and his cock swelled. “Stand up.” She did as he said. “Take off your clothes and go stand by the pool table.” As she did as he instructed he looked back at Mason. “Tell me to stop and I’ll walk out of here, grab my stuff, and never bother you again. Tell me to stay and I’m going right to that table to fuck your wife long and hard while you watch me. You interfere and I’m gone.”

Mason crossed one foot over his knee and looked at him from where he sat in his designer leather chair. “Stay.”

Sean nodded. Honey, I’m home!

* * * *

Sean slowly removed his clothing and draped it over the arm of the chair. Liberty waited, hands clasped at her waist, head bowed submissively, as she stood beside the pool table. The bulk of Sean’s muscular thighs rippled just below the heavy weight of his long cock. Mason’s body became aroused the moment Sean had looked at him with that determined gleam in his eye.

Slowly, Sean walked over to the pool table. He didn’t address Liberty. One by one, he pushed the heavy balls into the pockets, the soft clicks filling the air as they silently traveled over the smooth red felt top of the table to vanish from sight.

Once he cleared the table he stood behind Liberty, but didn’t touch her. Mason noticed Sean’s proximity to his wife made her excited. Her pink nipples pebbled and her stomach quivered as her chest rose and fell. Sean moved slowly around her as if inspecting her. A jolt of pride ran through Mason at how beautifully she waited, complete trust and submission in her acceptance of Sean’s authority.

Sean removed the clip from Liberty’s hair and tossed it on the floor, out of the way. She flinched at the sound of the plastic barrette clattering across the hardwood, the sound sharp and startling in the silence. She didn’t look up and she didn’t look to him for reassurance or seek his approval. She only waited for Sean’s direction.

There was no disguising the effect Liberty had on Sean. His body was taut with need. He moved her hair, spreading her blond curls over her shoulders almost reverently. Sean’s cock jerked as he breathed in the scent of her arousal and Mason’s cock mimicked the move. Mason knew his wife’s sweet fragrance by heart, loved to breathe it in. Goose bumps crested Liberty’s narrow shoulders and her body began to tremble.

The backs of Sean’s fingers ran down the slender curve of her waist from her breast to her hip. “You are very beautiful, Liberty,” Sean whispered.

His fingertips coasted over her hip, barely making contact with her flesh and went to the apex of her thighs. “Spread.” Liberty obediently widened her stance, but Sean didn’t touch her there. “Are you wet, Liberty?”

She slowly nodded.

“I expect an answer.”

“Y—yes. I’m wet.”

“Who are you speaking to? Mase? I’m a needy man, Liberty. I require a certain amount of attention.”

“I am speaking to you, Sean. I’m very wet.”

“Do you need to be fucked?”

Mason winced at Sean’s words. He understood the draw of using such words. They distracted Liberty, broke down her defenses, but hearing Sean speak that way to her definitely would take some adjusting to on his part.

“It would please me if you fucked me, Sean.”

It would please Mason as well. Sean moved to stand behind Liberty once more. His hands lightly touched the tops of her shoulders and slid slowly down her arms until he reached her wrists and pulled them gently behind her back. The move lifted her tits higher and Mason had the urge to stand and join them, but this was about Sean asserting himself.