Breaking Perfect

“Who is touching you, Liberty?”

“You are, Sean.”

“Look at your husband. Do you see any objection in his eyes?”

“No, Sean.”

“Does it bother you that he’s letting another man touch your body?”

“It pleases me as much as it pleases him.”

“And will it please you when I fuck your body hard, taking my pleasure greedily, making your cunt my own private wonderland?”

“Yes, Sean.”

Mason’s breath caught as Sean suddenly turned Liberty’s face and kissed her hard on the mouth. Her body tensed and then relaxed in Sean’s possessive hold. The lips of her exposed sex glistened with her arousal and Mason became so turned on he needed to undo the top button of his pants to allow his cock room.

When they broke apart they were both breathing hard. Sean shot him a challenging look as if to warn him that after this there would be no going back. Mason nodded.

“Go to the other end of the table, Liberty. I want you to look at your husband as he watches another man fuck you. Know that it isn’t his cock inside you. See that he doesn’t object to your body being mine to draw pleasure from, to use.”

Mason gritted his teeth. Sean was trying to break the two of them, trying to get them to retract their offer. That wasn’t going to happen. However, that also didn’t mean that when all was said and done that Mason couldn’t break Sean’s jaw if he pushed Liberty too far. He wouldn’t permit humiliation or disrespect into their relationship. As far as he was concerned humiliation dishonored a person and bred shame. Shame had no place in his marriage, no matter what.

She was beautiful and so incredibly natural in her submission. Sean wanted to make this about her, but his own insecurities were showing. Sean wouldn’t easily believe that not just one, but two people were willing to love him. His father seeded his trust issues. Mase was saddened that those issues hadn’t waned over the years. It seemed no matter how many promises Sean heard, he could never fully bet his heart and trust another.

That was why Sean played the dominant. It made abandonment less personal. If someone left he could blame it on a difference of needs. It wasn’t because of him. It was his demands. He was simply too demanding and the other were too weak. Funny, that the same insecure bullying bullshit his father manipulated him with, Sean now manipulated himself with. Dead and buried, but his words still lived on.

Sean lived by a code his father created, a code that showed no chink in a man’s suit of armor. One would have to be allowed in to see that close, to see the tiny cracks in the armor he wrapped himself in so tightly. So long as Sean walked around intimidating others, no one would dare step too close and see that he was just a scared little boy looking for someone to love him without conditions.

Sean glided his hands over Liberty’s arms and pressed her palms into the soft fabric of the table. Her little breasts hung delicately in her shadow. He ran a hand down her spine and paused. She breathed in, her eyes going wide, and Mason knew Sean was touching the tight little pucker of her ass.

“Perhaps I’ll fuck this little virgin ass of yours. I’m sure since Mason is such a liberal sharing man he won’t have any objections.”

He was wrong. Mason wouldn’t let Sean take her ass for the first time. Not because he didn’t trust him to be gentle with her, but because he knew Liberty was still testing her trust in Sean. It would add unnecessary stress to a new experience and she’d suffered enough in her life that left her sexually stunted. He’d spent years building up her confidence and courage to try new things. He wouldn’t risk Sean setting them back. If that made him a control freak, then so be it.

There was a long moment where the two of them simply stared at each other. A faceoff. Sean asserting his newly found authority over another man’s wife and Mason affirming that while he offered the other man his wife he gave up nothing of his own authority. Eventually Sean backed down, but played it off as if it were by choice.

“No, I think I want that hot little pussy milking my cock.”

Mason relaxed. Sean took his length in hand. When they’d been a couple, just the two of them, it had always been Sean who was in control. Sure they battled, a steady game of king of the mountain, but in the end, Mason never minded giving Sean power over him. He felt cherished under the other man’s control. But when Sean broke his trust something changed inside of Mason. Sean would eventually learn that they weren’t falling into the same old dynamic. There were many levels of trust to be mended as they moved toward a healthier one.