Breaking Perfect

She relaxed in Mason’s hold as he caressed and kissed her softly. When he looked toward the door she sensed Sean’s return. “Ready?” he asked. She looked to Sean and he nodded.

Mason shifted positions on the bed so that he was sitting up with his back to the headboard, cushioned by the pillows. He pulled Liberty into the V of his thighs so that her back pressed against his front. Sean stood at the foot of the bed and gazed at her as he rolled on a condom. Liberty’s heart raced. She wanted him. Mason, for some reason wanted her to want him. It was all so confusing, but she was too tempted to think of reasons why she shouldn’t allow this to happen.

Mason slid his hands under her legs and grabbed onto the underside of her thighs. Her knees bent and he pulled them apart, baring her to Sean. Without asking, Sean climbed onto the bed and settled on top of her. He gently ran the backs of his knuckles down her cheek and smiled softly. “I’ll try to be gentle, Libby.”

She nodded.

The feel of another man’s penis touching her there was jarring. Mason kissed her neck and whispered words of assurance while telling her how happy she made him and how beautiful she was. The heat of Sean’s cock seared her slit. Sean’s palm pressed into the mattress next to her hip as he breached her tight folds and probed her wet opening.

He held himself there for a moment. The surreal awareness of having another man inside of her most intimate places was too much for her mind to grasp in that moment. He looked into her eyes, making her quite aware that it was not her husband filling her, and thrust himself deep.

Liberty couldn’t stifle the gasp that burned through her lungs. Sean was much longer than Mason. He touched on nerves that weren’t used to being reached. Although Mason was wider, Sean was practically in her womb. He adjusted his position and suddenly it felt as though the head of his cock was kissing her G-spot.

He seemed to be completely aware of where he was inside of her and what he was doing to her. He looked into her eyes as the side of his mouth kicked up in a self-satisfied smirk. He rotated his hips and she moaned as the wiry hair at the root of his cock abraded her swollen clit.

Mason’s mouth nipped at her neck. His breath filled her ear sending shivers down her spine. “He’s big, isn’t he, Liberty? Is he filling you up? Can you feel him sinking deep inside of you where all those exciting nerves are?”

It boggled her mind that Mason could so easily talk about another man’s penis, especially while inside of her, but at the same time, every word he said drove her arousal up another notch. She moaned her agreement, incapable of forming words while her senses were under such an all-encompassing attack of pleasure.

Sean fit his arms under her knees and Mason released her legs and moved his hands up to her breasts. She was scooted lower as Sean positioned her calves on his shoulders. Her body folded and Mason’s hand slid down to her sex. Her heart thundered in her chest the closer her husband’s hand drew to Sean’s cock seated inside of her, but he didn’t touch the other man.

Instead, he found her clit. Just as he started to rub the tight bud, Sean pressed in deeper and rapture surged from both the inside and outside of her sex. The pressure escalated and she fought back the pleasure. Her body pulled tighter than it ever had. She jerked and thrashed in Mason’s hold.

“Hold her still,” Sean gritted out and Mason’s arm banded over her chest, trapping her arms.

“It’s too much!” she cried, torn between the comforting feeling of being held and possessed by two men and a feeling of shame and helplessness. Sean gave a tight, hard thrust into her, tapping her G-spot again and cutting off her words.

“Give into it, baby,” Mason soothed by her ear as he gently rubbed her clit. “Let it wash over you. Nothing will happen if you surrender to it. I’ve got you. I’m here. I want you to let go. No one will hold it against you for taking what you deserve.”

She breathed hard through her nose and shut her eyes. Everything felt different. There was so much intensity coming from every angle she wasn’t sure what was happening, if what she was feeling was normal.

“Do you like my cock deep in your pussy, Libby?”

She looked up at Sean and tried to concentrate. She nodded.

“And you liked it in your mouth too, didn’t you?”

“Yes.” She couldn’t decide if she needed to burst into orgasm or burst into tears. Whatever they were doing to her was overwhelming every nerve of her body. Her bladder felt too full, as if she would suddenly lose control of herself. She fought to hold onto that thread, that last bit of control she simply couldn’t surrender for fear of becoming all the horrid things her mother accused her of being.