Breaking Perfect

Red hot pleasure-pain bloomed over her flesh as Mason spanked her again. The image of her pink flesh had her insides fluttering and clamping and she wished one of them would fuck her. One more. She waited for it. Cried out for it. Needed it. Three perfect sets of three.

When it came she gave a muffled cry, almost delirious with pleasure, as she sucked Sean to the back of her throat.

“Now,” Sean yelled and Mason tore her away from him and spread her out on the floor. She sobbed in protest and moaned as hot spatters of Sean’s cum shot against her pussy. Mason’s mouth dove into her folds, bringing her to a rapid release as he drank up every drop from her and Sean’s passion.

They collapsed in an inelegant pile on the pristine carpet as breath sawed out of their lungs. They bathed in the aftermath of such intense play. Hands coasted over dewy skin. Fingers twirled in soft strands of hair. Lips delicately anointed curves.

Mason found her mouth and kissed her, pouring so much love into the gesture she nearly came undone once more. His mouth slowly pulled away and she was being kissed again, this time by Sean. She watched as they kissed, the affection so evident she felt as though she was embraced by it.

Now that the needy edge had eased they took their time caressing one another. The inferno they had banked slowly built again as they explored various erogenous zones. Soft sated sighs became needy pleas.

Sean smiled at her as he moved to sit on the couch. She followed him there, straddling his hips and he hugged her. “I love you, Libby.”

“I love you too, Sean.” Slowly, she lowered herself onto him. He stretched and groaned in satisfaction as her heat engulfed his length. When she was fully seated he kissed her tenderly then cradled her head to his shoulder.

“I love you, Mason,” he said over her shoulder.

“I love you too, Sean,” he said as he leaned over Liberty’s body and kissed him.

Moisture trickled down her backside and fingers gently massaged her opening. Mason’s mouth kissed up her spine to her shoulder. “I love you, Lib.”

“I love you too, Mason.”

He stepped over Sean’s knees and slowly pressed his cock into her tight hole. All three of them moaned as he sank himself into her. She adored it when they made love like this. It was the closest the three of them could be, each one feeling the other.

Once Mason had seated himself to the hilt, he reached around to Liberty’s soft belly and held her to him, pressing her into his abdomen.

Her shoulders rested on his chest and her head fell back. She was completely encompassed within their gentle control. Sean leaned up and kissed the narrow column of her throat and slowly began to move. Like a seesaw, Sean would withdraw and Mason would slowly thrust forward. In and out, she was never alone, never without their presence. She was completely and irrevocably theirs, mind, body, and soul.

Their release was gentle this time, all the sweeter because of it. Slow gliding motions embraced them as one, never letting anyone go, feeling the moment transcend into a timeless memory of serene beauty they would each keep with them always.

* * * *

Mason lifted his arm as Sean curled into his side. He kissed his temple and smiled. This was his family. He never imagined such happiness could exist. He thought about how far they’d come, not just since Sean arrived, but since that day he found Liberty in the hospital.

He smiled as he thought about the pile of books stacked sloppily on the steps in the foyer, waiting for someone to carry them upstairs to the study. The tacky souvenir mugs they had purchased on their journey were another wonderful example. None of them would match the white dishes and that was just fine. As he imagined the half-painted hallway they were still debating over he shut his eyes and his smile grew.

“What’re you smirking about?” Sean asked as he snuggled closer.

Mason looked at the forgotten clothing littering the den. How far she had come. “I’m just thinking about our family and how perfect our life is.”

Liberty walked in carrying three glasses of water. She handed them out and they each took a sip then scooted closer together as she crawled into Mason’s other side.

“What are we doing for dinner?” Sean asked.

“Whose turn is it to cook?”

“Mason’s. And it’s your turn to do the dishes,” Liberty said.

They each grumbled. “I guess I’ll dig something out of the freezer. Or we could order pizza.”

“Pizza sounds good,” Sean said. As long as he was eating he wasn’t very picky.

“Liberty? That okay with you?”

“Makes no difference to me.”

Mason shut his eyes and allowed her words to seep through him. Makes no difference. A sigh of pure contented happiness left him as he held his husband and wife close.