Breaking Perfect

The cool touch of rubber on her flesh was unbendable and foreign. The dildo lacked the heat of a real cock. She trembled as Sean rubbed the toy over her flesh, allowing her juices to coat and lubricate it.

“Do you want to tell us what you want, Libby?” he asked as he slowly twisted the wide head at the mouth of her sex. She was so over sensitized she could barely remember what she had wanted. What she was unable to voice. “No?”

He nudged the fat rubber cock into her pussy, only penetrating the barest bit, but showing her that it would indeed stretch her. Liberty grunted at the intrusion, but her body reflexively creamed around the tip.

“Okay then,” Sean said as he leaned forward and gently kissed her tummy. “Deep breath.”

Liberty filled her lungs and as soon as she released her breath the enormous dildo pressed into her channel. It stretched her outer lips and pulled along her moist inner folds. The moment it passed the point she was accustomed to being penetrated, the place where Mason’s cock reached, her body bowed. Tight. She was incredibly tight. She began to breathe fast and Sean pulled the cock back out, only to screw it right back in, taking it a little further. Liberty’s flesh moistened and beads of perspiration trickled down her spine.

“What do you think, Mase? She’s got about half of it. You think she could take more?”

Half! Liberty was sure she had more than that inside of her. She’d never felt so full. Good grief, it didn’t seem possible for her to fit another inch.

“That’s up to her,” Mason said from his seat in the corner. “Liberty?”

Her eyes blinked. The look he sent her was so intense it caused her sex to flutter around the phallic toy stuffed inside of her. She moaned. She was going to come.

“Oh, no you don’t,” Sean said and he suddenly pulled the dildo from her clenching sex leaving her body empty and full of longing. He held up the dildo, coated with her cream. Her mouth opened in shock when he licked the rubber cock like a popsicle. He looked her in the eyes and smiled around the dildo as he took it deep in his mouth, cleaning away her juices. She threw her head back and moaned. “Does that turn you on, Liberty?”

She panted and he returned the dildo to her opening. Very quietly he whispered, “Do you like watching me suck cock?”

Mason leaned forward slightly and she knew he missed what Sean asked. She gazed down at Sean and back to her husband. Sean may be all right with that, but she didn’t know if Mason would be.

“Ask him,” Sean whispered again.

Liberty shook her head. She was depraved to want such a thing. She couldn’t ask that of her husband. That was going too far, even if the idea was completely erotic.

The dildo shoved deep inside of her as Sean demanded her full attention. “Ask him, Liberty. He won’t be angry. Trust me.”

What made Sean so certain? Did he know Mason better than she herself knew him? Yes, they had a past she knew nothing about, but he was her husband. Sean clucked his tongue and shook his head, appearing disappointed in her inability to vocalize her desires.

The next thing she knew she was being fucked. There was no gentle easing into it. Her sex was drenched and slick. Sean pumped his hand fast, stabbing the rubber cock into her G-spot. She remembered what had happened before when he had applied pressure like that.

“Mason,” he barked as Liberty began to jerk and cry out. She was, again, barreling toward an explosive climax. Suddenly her husband was beside her.

“Did you upset Sean, Liberty? Seems you’ve earned a punishment. What did he ask you?”

She shook her head, unable to admit what he asked. The cock filled her and stopped, held deep inside her body. She twitched and moaned. Her body sagged with need. “Please let me come.”

Mason tilted his head, as if evaluating her, trying to read her. He leaned in and slowly pressed a kiss onto her dry lips. “I love you, Liberty. Love you more than I have ever loved another.”

Before she could process his words he was turning away. Her mouth opened and her eyes went wide as he tapped Sean’s chin, turning the other man’s head toward his body. Sean looked up at Mason and Liberty again noticed something more than simple friendship in his gaze. Her husband’s hand caressed Sean’s cheek, his thumb catching on his lower lip and dipping into the moistness of his mouth. Sean’s eyes closed.

She was mesmerized. While she should have been furious at the sight of her husband’s hands lovingly caressing someone else, she couldn’t seem to find the anger. Her gaze clung to their movements like a thief, stealing their pleasure and making it her own.