Under My Parents' Roof - Chapter 04 (Patreon)

Chapter 4

Angelina snuck through the dilapidated manor, the Potter family heirloom making her invisible to the naked eye, her enchanted boots making her footfalls inaudible and not leaving a trace.

She’d already portkeyed out the captured slaves in the basement, each of them kept in conditions she wouldn’t find suitable for a Blast-Ended Skrewt let alone women and children. Somehow, these idiots hadn’t even realised their cargo had gone missing.

It was no wonder they needed to pay for corruption on such a grand scale to get anything done.

And if she’d had any reservations about killing these fuckers, seeing the hopeless look in the prisoners’ eyes was enough to set her blood boiling, steeling her resolve.

Not that I needed any extra incentive. They tried to kill Leesh, they’re already dead.

Normally she’d be here with a team of Hit-Witches and Wizards, but the entire Auror department was under internal review from Alice Longbottom and her colleagues.

Though she felt anything but undermanned on this mission.

Rounding a corner, she spied four men and a woman in the manor’s once-elaborate dining hall. Each of them was dressed in dark, scruffy cloaks and looked like they’d seen better days. One of them was seated and going through some ledgers - her attention utterly focused on what she was reading - two were playing a game of exploding snap at the other end of the long table, one was penning letters at a makeshift desk in the corner and, in the opposite corner of the room, the last was shrouded in shadow and covered in a dark, concealing cloak with the hood pulled up, obscuring their features.

‘I’ll handle the Vampire.’

She sent back a mental affirmation as the words filtered into her mind before she considered her plan of action.

Her plan made, she snuck over to the duo playing cards. Taking out her knife, she held it at the ready, her wand in her other hand. She waited, her breath steady and her focus absolute - experience had vanquished the jitters that used to come before combat, as well as the nervous energy that would build up before springing her attack.

She was a deadly assassin in the employ of her country, and an amazing one at that.

When the cards let off their spontaneous, telltale explosion, she struck like a viper. One hand shot out, severing the spinal cord of her first victim, while a silent diffindo did the same to her second.

The deaths were instant, the two slumping over like puppets with their strings cut, and despite how perfectly she’d masked the kills, the bloke at the desk had looked up at the exact moment she’d struck and seen them fall.

Sometimes unlucky.

Ripping the knife out of her victim’s skull, her arm bulging with the effort, she whirled and flung it at the man reading letters who’d risen from his seat - he didn’t even have a chance to gasp. This, unfortunately, had caused her cloak to fall away and reveal her to the two remaining occupants of the room, the knife buried in the third victim’s eye socket ending his threat rather abruptly.

She paid no attention to the vampire rapidly rushing towards her. They were dangerous, able to move and dodge at supernatural speeds, possessing teeth and claws that could tear out the throat of a dragon and with skin that could deflect most spells.

They were dangerous, but not as dangerous as her partner for this mission.

Instead, she took a running leap and jumped on the long table, sprinting towards the dark witch that had been going over the ledges. She battered away two curses with her wand before sliding under the third. The woman’s eyes widened in panic at the unexpected move as Angie slid along the polished wood. Calling her knife back to her and launching it at her target in one motion, the witch was quick enough to dodge the expertly thrown projectile, not so the follow up blasting curse that sent her into the unforgiving marble wall.

She was able to call up a shield before her body splattered against the unyielding surface, but she was left dangerously disoriented. Angie gave her no time to recover, recalling her knife with a flick of her wrist and slicing through the shield like butter, cutting her throat open in the same motion. The witch looked at her with wide, disbelieving eyes, her hands trying to step the flow of blood.

Angie then removed her head with another swift diffindo, her face utterly devoid of emotion.

Looking over her shoulder, she grunted in approval at the headless corpse that had once been a vampire, the body having made it quite far towards her before it had realised its head was no longer attached.

Making sure the manor was cleared with a final cast of the Revelio charm, Angie looked over her shoulder and smirked in dark amusement, her enemy’s blood marring her beautiful features.

The fight clearly over, Harry dropped his disillusionment charm revealing himself to be scanning through the ledger the dark witch had been perusing, his handsome features set in a perpetual frown.

‘Are you still brooding?’ she asked, eyebrow raised as he, with a swish of his wand, vanished all the blood that had gotten on her clothes and skin.

‘Don’t mind me, just have a lot on my mind.’

She eyed him curiously but decided to let it go. Nobody liked a nagging spouse and, if it was truly important, she trusted he’d come to her and they’d talk about it.

Their relationship was just like that. Always had been, always would be.

‘Well, this was the last cell Alice gave us intel on. Reckon we’ve sent enough of a message?’

He looked up at her, his dark smile mirroring hers and not reaching his eyes.

‘If there’s enough of them to receive the message, we haven’t sent enough of one.’

She barked out a laugh and shook her head fondly, turning her robe inside-out so that she was no longer invisible. ‘I knew there was a reason I loved you.’

He grinned. ‘Finally found out what that was, did you? Took you long enough.’

Laughing, they disapparated from the den of misery with a barely audible pop.

After Angie set fire to the place, of course.

Let the local, corrupt authorities scratch their heads over this one. Their time would be coming, just as soon as Alice finished her investigation.

-

The next day, after a good sleep-in on his day off - leaving a well-shagged Alicia still dozing in their bed - Harry came down the stairs of his family’s manor to see his wife, father and godfather crowded around the wireless, their animus and boisterous cries letting him know they were listening to some Quidditch game.

He’d played when he was at Hogwarts - been a pretty amazing Seeker too, if his wife was to be believed - but he never had the love for the sport that the others did. He loved flying, sure, but Quidditch itself? He could take it or leave it.

Though it would always have a special place in his heart for introducing him to the love of his life.

Still, at that moment, he was pretty sure his father and godfather could take or leave the sport too. Angie had apparently caught them listening to the game in between her morning workout and late-morning sunning by the lake - her usual, favourite pastime on her days off.

Given that, she was dressed for it too, wearing a pair of thong bikini bottoms and a cut-off jumper that was cropped so high, not only was her glorious, shredded midriff completely bare, but so was the undersides of her perky tits.

They just hung out there for all to see, each time she jostled or lifted her arm up only slightly, a dark nipple became clearly visible. Now James and Sirius paid less attention to the game and instead tried to get her cheering with them, the cads.

This wasn’t entirely unusual. They’d all gotten used to Angie’s aversion to clothing and showing off her hard-earned body at this point- some even greatly appreciating it and wanking over it when they thought no one would notice - but somehow, even though the jumper covered more than she would sometimes show freely, it made her look even sexier.

Seeing him coming down the stairs, she turned to him and winked, the minx enjoying his father and godfather’s reaction when she waved at him, exposing her dark nipples to both ogling manchilds.

He returned her grin. Yup, she knew exactly what she was doing. Angie was an exhibitionist through and through, she got as turned on showing off to James and Sirius as they did from seeing her in all her glory.

She got even more turned on when people watched her fuck. Fond memories of their honeymoon at an adult’s only resort, where they hadn’t even packed clothing, caused his cock to throb.

He made himself some breakfast as they argued over the game. Apparently Viktor Krum was playing against his dad and Sirius’ team in some European league and Angie was gloating about how they’d never stood a chance.

He didn’t know Quidditch like they did, but he knew enough to know that his wife was a Krum fangirl.

When the game was over, with Angie’s gloating and piss-taking going up another level, he grinned, an idea forming in his mind. An idea that would quash the annoying feelings he’d been struggling with lately.

The feelings exacerbated by the woman happily sleeping in their bed and the incredible threesome they’d had again last night.

His wife eventually prowled towards him, putting an extra sway in her step as she left the suddenly stupefied older men in her wake, their eyes locked on her incredible ass. When she reached him, she wrapped her arms around his neck and captured his lips in a rather heated kiss for so early in the morning.

She’s such an exhibitionist little slut.

They didn’t speak, happy to get lost in each others’ eyes and hold each other, James and Sirius scoffing at them in disgust at their silly smiles and display of affection.

‘You’re looking a lot less broody this morning.’

He only smiled in response, but instead of answering, he pulled her hard body closer to his and hugged her tighter, looking down at the woman he married in adoration - the decision he’d made earlier solidifying in his mind as he felt his love for her surge in his chest.

Apparently sensing the intensity in his gaze, she looked down bashfully and butted him with her head.

‘You need to stop looking at me like that, or I’ll shag you right here.’

He smiled wide at her adorable, embarrassed tone. ‘I’m sure you’d love that.’ He snaked his arms up her sides and then between them, pinching her exposed nipples as she buried her face in his chest and moaned.

He grinned as his mother, having seen the intimate moment he and Angie were sharing, grabbed his dad and Sirius by the ears and dragged the whining men into the other room to give them some privacy, all three sets of eyes never leaving his wife’s ass.

He snorted in amusement. As he leaned down and captured her lips in another heated kiss, he marvelled at how his love for this woman somehow grew with each day they spent together.

It was time to balance the scales. He’d intellectually known why he’d been feeling the way he had lately, and it was finally time to stop being a baby about it and give this incredible woman what she deserved.

If he remembered correctly, it was their anniversary in a few weeks.

He had a letter to write.

-

Harry grunted as he took another bite of his perfectly done and seared rib-eye steak. He’d decided to take his wife to one of the finest Muggle restaurants he knew for their anniversary. The food was exquisite, the atmosphere dark, moody and perfect and the wait-staff helpful without being overbearing.

Which was rather good, Harry thought, grunting again as his gorgeous wife rubbed her foot over his straining cock under the table, her smile wide and her eyes half-lidded with lust.

She’d been that way ever since he’d given her her gift. Another dagger that was basically the inverse of the first one he’d given her. While the original allowed her to recall her weapon no matter where it and she were, this one allowed her to call herself to it. It had come with an accompanying runic tattoo on her palm and the back of her hand, which she also loved.

A kickass knife that made her even more deadly and a new badass tattoo? He truly knew his wife well.

She’d been rubbing his cock with her foot and had been ready to go ever since.

Honestly, she’d probably suck me off right here if I pulled my cock out.

As tempting as the thought was, he had other plans for their magical evening.

She’d gotten him a beautiful watch, supposedly enchanted to show him her vitals and location at all times. It was thoughtful, especially given her job, and he loved it.

Looking up from his meal, he had to admit that Angie had outdone herself. She was dressed in a stylish, sleeveless bodycon dress that was so skintight, he could make out the shape of every muscle it covered . It had a slit hem held together by silver chains that exposed one thigh all the way to beyond her waist and a plunging neckline that showed she was proud of her small, perky tits.

The dress, as per usual, left little to the imagination. He doubted very much the clientele was used to seeing a woman like his wife frequenting their upscale establishment, her badass tattoo sleeves proudly on display, her body putting the other womens’ there to shame.

He’d told her as much, which earned him a pretty heated snog.

Ever since they’d brought Alicia into their bed, his wife’s libido had reached an all-new high. Fucking in public had been a naughty, kinky fantasy before, now not only was he certain she’d crawl under the table if he pulled his cock out, but she might even tear off her dress and bend over the table if he asked her to.

Who am I kidding? She definitely would.

He wondered if his plans for that evening would have a similar effect on her - or him, for that matter. Not that his libido needed much boosting, he was quite comfortably sleeping with two women fairly regularly, even if he knew this thing with Alicia wouldn’t last.

She’d want a man of her own some day.

Angie was leaning back in her chair now, her own steak having long since been devoured. Her foot was still rubbing his cock but both of her hands had conveniently disappeared under the table too. She was biting her lip as she watched him eat, her eyes seeing but also not seeing him.

She’s fucking rubbing one out, isn’t she?!

Chuckling, Harry shook his head. ‘Ready to go?’

He barely finished his question before she’d rocketed out of her chair, grabbed him by the wrist and dragged him out of the restaurant.

She was all over him as he bashfully handed his credentials to the highly amused clerk behind the hotel counter. He’d booked the penthouse suite for the entire weekend, which hadn’t been cheap, but he had no intention of cheaping out that evening. Especially with what he had planned.

And it’s not like he needed to think about money anymore. His family had gone from well-off to having generational, obscene wealth in only a matter of years because of a tree.

With his wife draped around him like a particularly sexy robe, they could barely keep their hands off each other as the elevator took them up to the top floor. The elevator doors opened revealing a short hallway leading to a large door. Walking through, Angie gasped when the opulent suite was revealed to them, with floor to ceiling windows that gave a gorgeous sight of the city’s skyline at night.

Angie rushed over to the windowed wall as Harry flipped on the lights. ‘You know, I’m sure people in the other buildings can see you.’

Turning, she leaned against the window with an impish smile. ‘You promise?’

Instead of answering, he only waggled his eyebrows as he undid his suit’s tie and hung his jacket on the nearby rack. Biting her lip, Angie shucked off her slinky dress, the tight, stretchy fabric making it much easier than if it were a regular cocktail dress. After kicking off her open-toed heels, she was completely naked, the nature of her dress meaning she’d had to forego underwear.

Flashing her pearly whites at him, she turned and put her hands palm-up against the window, bending over and presenting her naked and glistening pussy to him.

‘Time to get to work, dear husband.’

The fact that, with the light on in their room, Angie could very well be giving people in nearby buildings quite the show served to turn him on as much as his wife, but before they could act on that arousal, there was a knock at the door. Angie froze at the sound, frowning in confusion.

‘Did you organise drinks downstairs?’

‘Oh I definitely organised something. That’s the second part of your gift.’

‘Wha -’ she started to ask but her jaw dropped open when he opened the door and in walked the hulking form of Viktor Krum, the two of them shaking hands and greeting each other like old friends. His wife gaped at them like a fish, her Quidditch hero standing before them in a perfectly tailored suit that looked to accentuate his bulging muscles perfectly and eyeing her naked form with his dark eyes appreciatively.

‘I don’t suppose introductions are in order?’ he asked cheekily, his wife still so shocked she hadn’t realised she was standing in front of the celebrity completely naked and looking like an idiot.

‘K-Krum?!’

‘Pretty lady like you can call me Victor,’ he said, his slavic accent thick as he stood beside Harry and admired his wife, his hulking frame taking up most of the door frame and even making his respectable six and a bit feet look dwarfed.

That was apparently one of the mysteries of his success, how someone so big could be so quick and nimble on a broom.

Laughing forcefully at his charming line, a strained smile on her dark, beautiful features, she bounced over to her husband and gripped his bicep hard. ‘Give us a moment, would you? I need to talk with my husband.’

‘For you? I vill vait all night.’

Harry desperately tried to hold in his laughter - his wife might actually punch him if he dared - he wagered she was incredibly thankful of her dark skin at that moment, otherwise he was sure her face would be sporting an atomic-red blush.

Pulling him into the opposite corner of the room, she pinched his bicep. Hard. ‘What the bloody hell is this?!’ She hissed out the question, the words barely above a furious whisper, and he had to wince at the ferocity of her pinch.

That really fucking hurt.

Instead of answering outright, he shrugged.

‘You’ve asked me several times lately why I’ve been brooding all the time? Well, ever since we started shagging Alicia, I’ve felt kind of… gross.’ Seeing her eyebrows rising to her hairline, he elaborated. ‘Not because of Alicia, she’s amazing. But… how do I explain it… every time I think about the fact that I’ve basically got a mistress right now, I get this feeling. It feels like I have ants crawling under my skin. The thought makes my skin crawl. It doesn’t seem…equal. Fair. It doesn’t seem us.’

‘We’re both fucking Alicia,’ she hissed, looking over her shoulder when they heard the rustling of cloth. Her eyes widened when she saw Krum had started to disrobe, first removing his jacket then tie before he started unbuttoning his tight shirt.

Despite their little emergency conference, Krum had no doubt how this night would proceed.

Celebrities are a different breed.

‘It’s not the same,’ he said, waving her counter off. ‘Sorry Viktor, she’s not one for surprises. Makes birthdays a nightmare. Won’t be a moment.’

‘Take time,’ he shrugged, sitting on the couch completely naked, his legs spread wide and his arms draped over its back as he watched them. His huge cock hung low over his big bollocks against the cushion as he displayed the goods proudly, his hulking physique rather hirsute aside from his groin region - something he knew his wife would appreciate.

She loved the rugged, manly look. He did not like pubes in her teeth.

Which was promptly on display as she whimpered with desire at the sight of the naked superstar, all higher brain function and her anger apparently on pause as her eyes raked over his physique with naked lust.

She had her back turned to Krum, looking over her shoulder as she decided whether this was really happening. Krum seemed to enjoy the view equally as much, his dark eyes devouring her form from her toned back to her incredible ass, his heavy cock steadily growing.

‘Look, I can tell him to leave if you truly don’t want this, but we both know you do, and it’ll make me feel a lot better knowing that I’m not somehow holding one over you, that I’m not the only one getting to live out my crazy teenage fantasies. It’s a feeling I despise and, frankly, I want it to fuck off.’

Looking into his eyes, she inhaled as if she’s about to retort, but she swallowed it and looked over her shoulder again. When she turned back to him, her bottom lip between her teeth, he knew she’d given in. Not that that was ever in doubt - buff, big-dicked, manly, he ticked all her boxes physically.

‘How are you suddenly okay with this?’ she said, trying a different angle as she forcefully pulled her gaze away from the gorgeous specimen now stroking his huge cock and narrowed her eyes at him. ‘This is starting to veer into your parents’ territory.’

The words hung in the air between them, and Harry didn’t immediately answer. Honestly, because he didn’t have a good one for her. It was something his parents would, and had, done many times before.

Frowning, he answered from the heart. ‘I think I need to grow up and get over that. What we do in the bedroom, between us, together, has nothing to do with them. Nor does it mean I’m becoming like them. It’s just something I want to do that I think is right for us, something I’m pretty sure you’d be interested in.’

Her eyes widened. ‘Of course I’m bloody interested,’ she hissed. ‘That’s Viktor fucking Krum! The greatest Seeker of all time - and look how hot he is!’

‘I’ll take your word for it,’ he answered cheekily. He’d thought it’d sting hearing her say those words, or something like it, about another man, but he found himself feeling surprisingly okay with it. He couldn’t rightly say why, call it maturity, or the trust and love they shared, but he didn’t feel slighted, or any negative feelings at all, really.

Turning back to Krum, she was biting her lip again while grinning sexily at him. She was practically vibrating with excitement at this point, her body shaking with arousal.

This had definitely been the right choice.

‘You know, I had a secret, second gift for you too.’

‘Oh? Please tell me you have Alicia and Katie in the closet.’

She barked out a laugh and slapped him upside the head. ‘No, you idiot,’ she whispered, leaning in close and raising herself up on her tip-toes to kiss him. When they pulled apart, she grinned and winked. ‘I might have asked your mum to show me how she takes a buggering, especially from all those hung guys she shags. This seems like the perfect opportunity to show you…’

Groaning in pure, shocked arousal, she giggled when he picked her quivering body up bridal style and walked towards the grinning, naked Krum, a glass of muggle whiskey in hand. He quickly put it aside when, with a delighted squeal, he tossed his wife on the celebrity’s lap and started to remove the rest of his suit.

‘Um… hi,’ Angie greeted Krum bashfully, now straddling his lap. Their faces were only inches apart with Angie’s hands resting on the wall either side of his head, Krum’s huge, imposing cock standing tall and bumping against her glorious ass.

‘You are very beautiful. Like warrior.’

She grinned wide at his praise, grinding her bum into his cock as if in thanks, the meaty appendage almost getting swallowed up by her thick cheeks. She leaned back to admire his form from up close - muscles on muscles, thick tufts of manly body hair covering a lot of his frame and dark, soulful eyes. ‘You’re pretty beautiful too,’ Angie admitted, through admiring his own form.

He laughed. ‘I do not hear this often.’

Her hands now on his bulging pecs, she bit her lip and continued to grind in his lap. ‘My husband wants me to shag you. You keen?’

Krum smiled wide. ‘Harry good friend, let me fuck his beautiful wife. Very happy to.’

Harry was now fully naked and watching the highly erotic scene while stroking his rapidly hardening cock. He imagined many men in his position would be cowed by their wives straddling such a hulking male specimen, but he wasn’t. He knew Viktor too well, the man was a genuine gentle giant and had been a good friend ever since they’d first met at Hogwarts.

Seeing his beautiful wife’s dark skin contrasting with Krum’s slavic pale, her ass continuing to grind on that huge dick did turn him on.

It also made him want to… punish her. Made him want to discipline his naughty woman. He’d never felt that way before, but he couldn’t dent he found the thought titillating.

‘Yeah?’ Angie continued, closing her eyes and leaning her head back as she started to add some bumping to her grinding. As she rose up on her knees, she shivered when she felt Viktor’s towering shaft follow her, the huge appendage kissing her lower lips. When she came back down, his cock slid between her meaty ass cheeks. ‘You wanna fuck me? No one else has touched me since we’ve been together - you’ll be the first.’

‘Da,’ Viktor agreed, Harry having told him as much in their letters. Either way, he looked incredibly turned on by the prospect. ‘Very honoured.’

Grinning wide, she rose again while reaching back and running her fingers along the length of his shaft. When she got to the tip, she guided it until his plum-sized head was kissing her lips again before looking over her shoulder at him. With their eyes locked, she groaned throatily as she sank down, the huge shaft spreading her delicate pussy lips wide.

Taking such a huge cock like that with no lead-up would normally be an impossible, painful task. Thankfully, Angie had plenty of experience with endowments like Viktor’s, and she’d been horny for hours, her pussy was drenched.

She maintained eye contact with him, her eyes lusty and needy as she sank all the way down, an adorable whimper escaping her throat when her bum finally rested against his thighs.

‘Ooft, you might actually be thicker than my husband,’ she said with an appreciative groan. The naughty words lit a fire in him, least of all because, seeing him now in his fully hard state with his cock spearing his wife, Harry figured she might be right.

Before he could change his mind, he pulled his hand back and spanked Angie’s ass with all his not-inconsiderable strength. She squealed at the contact, which turned into a full-throated groan when he brought the hand back and backhanded the other cheek.

Looking over her shoulder, her eyes ablaze with lust, she grinned cheekily at him. Seeing him stroking his huge, hard dick, she grinned wider, especially when she saw the desire in his eyes.

She bared her teeth at him, a tigress in heat. ‘Is that supposed to be some kind of punishment for your slut wife? That barely tickled.’

His eyes flashed and her grin widened. She moaned long and loud as he slapped her two more times, her meaty flesh rippling with each impact. He watched her ass rise and fall on that huge cock hypnotically, her back muscles equally as enticing as she undulated.

‘Fuck Krum,’ she moaned, the Quidditch player’s thick shaft shown to be covered in her juices each time she pulled off him, her lips unwilling to let go of their tight seal. ‘You’re so bloody thick.’

She then looked over her shoulder again, clearly noticing the absence of her punishments, to see him stroking his cock at the erotic sight.

‘You like watching your wife shag someone else?’ she goaded, her eyes twinkling in amusement. ‘A bit more like your dad than you thought, ay?’

His eyes flashed at her words. He knew she was just trying to get a reaction out of him. And he knew that she knew he knew, which just made it worse.

Still, it worked.

Her body undulating, she had taunted him in between moans and groans while she rode Krum’s massive shaft, her skin glistening enticingly with perspiration, her grin wide and her eyes wild with lust and passion.

He shot forward at her proclamation, his hand wrapping around her delicate throat, his body pressed against her muscular back and his lips right against her ear.

‘I’m nothing like him,’ he growled, almost animalistic.

He’d never done anything like this before, and he’d just acted on instinct, but the full-body shudder and even wilder look his wife sent him proved that she was all for it.

‘Yeah?’ she asked, almost hyperventilating with arousal. Her hands left the wall and instead spread her asscheeks for him. ‘Then prove it.’

Growling deep in his throat, he did something he’d been wanting to do ever since the day he’d reconnected with his wife at his parents’ party. He took his cock in hand and pressed his knob against her tight - somehow, impossibly leaking - rosebud.

The moans and groans when he was spanking her and she was shagging Krum were nothing compared to the sounds she made when he sank his shaft into her tight, warm and suspiciously slimy back door. Whatever aid his mother had given his wife, it had made a normally painful and arduous task much less so, while apparently causing her rear end to secrete its own fluids.

She was still incredibly tight, and the deep groaning sound she made as he forcefully yet unyieldingly took her anal virginity was incredibly erotic.

Finally, when he was buried all the way in her rear end, his pelvis pressed up against her powerful cheeks she turned back to Krum and started snogging him, allowing the Bulgarian seeker to swallow her squeals and moans as the two of them worked together to thrust into both of her holes.

Her hands went to the back of the couch either side of Krum’s head as she arched her back and swivelled her hips in a highly erotic dance. She knew what she was doing, her movements accentuating her athletic body and driving him wild. She laughed when she felt his thrusts increase in intensity, the grip on her waist so tight he’d be surprised if he didn’t leave bruises on her powerful body.

‘Fucking fuck,’ she groaned, her head lolling as the two men stuffed her full. ‘Big boys. So full.’

Apparently higher brain function had gone, if her inability to form proper sentences had been impaired.

He leaned down and, while gripping her throat again, he bit hard into the back of her neck. She squealed, then convulsed when Krum started strumming her clit, only adding to the intense waves of pleasure she was being assaulted with.

It had also been enough to push her over the edge. She froze when her orgasm finally crashed into her, looking back at him again with wide, disbelieving eyes. Her body shook once and she closed her eyes, her mouth open wide in a silent scream, then, as the waves of euphoria started assaulting her, she started to shake and groan.

Neither he or Krum had stopped thrusting, Angelina’s constant, animalistic groans letting them know she very much enjoyed them fucking her through her orgasm.

Krum was the first of them to finish, his huge arms wrapping around Angie’s middle and pulling her tight against him, crying out something illegible in Bulgarian.

‘That’s it,’ Angie cooed, moaning and sighing as she felt Krum erupt inside her like a firehose, moaning in time with his gasps as he filled her up. ‘Ooooh fill me up, yesss.’

Krum shuddered as Angie kept grinding in his lap. She looked back at him again, her grin wide. ‘He’s leaving a creampie in your wife, honey.’

Pulling out of her abused bum with a grunt, he looked down to see Krum’s thick pole flagging, his cum drooling out of her pussy and coating his shaft, Angie’s continued thrusting making a frothy mess.

Growling, Harry took a fistfull of her hair, earning a delighted cackle from Angie. Lifting his foot onto the couch for added leverage, he slipped back in and started thrusting into her warm read-end with renewed, animalistic vigour, giving her a few hard spanks for good measure.

‘That’s it baby, fuck my ass, punnish me!’

It didn’t take long for him to finish with his wife’s constant encouragement. He bit down on her earlobe and reached around to pinch her pebbled nipples, grunting with each load of cum he deposited in her, his wife very vocally approving of the feeling of being filled up in both holes.

Finally, he pulled out of his wife and stepped back on shaky legs. Angie let out a pleased, contented sigh as she flopped over onto the couch next to Krum, her legs crossed at the ankles and her hands behind her lead. Her eyes were closed and she had a satisfied smile on her face, basking in the afterglow of an incredible shag.

‘Man, that was brilliant. No wonder your Mum keeps doing it.’

Harry, panting from his recent exertions and skin glistening with perspiration, chuckled throatily, shaking his head. ‘You’re impossible.’

Angie chuckled then wrapped an arm around Krum’s shoulder, looking over at the huge Bulgarian with a smug grin. ‘How about you big guy, you like that?’

‘You are very fierce woman. Is very sexy. We go again soon if you vant.’

Clapping in delight, she looked over at Harry with a sly grin. ‘How about you, husband mine? You ready to take care of business again too?’

The question was rhetoric, she knew he could go again, and again, and again. She had that effect on him. On Krum too, it seemed.

‘Uh oh, I know that look,’ she teased, clearly seeing some emotion flash in his eyes. With a grin, she spread her legs, one resting over Krum’s tree-trunk of a hairy thigh and the other over the armrest of the couch. She rubbed circles over her clit and whined as she put on the show for him, her eyes smouldering with desire.

He groaned when he saw the rivulets of cum leaking out of her holes and pooling on the couch beneath her.

Thank Merlin for cleaning charms.

Harry approached her, his cock held in his hand while the other grabbed her ankle and held it above her head. He didn’t even hesitate as his wife spread her filthy, cum-soaked pussy for him eagerly. ‘That’s it baby, reclaim your slutty wife’s pussy.’

They both groaned when he sank into her and continued to do so as he thrust away with mechanical precision. It felt strange, a little gross even, fucking her while her pussy was filled with another man’s cum, but it served as a pretty effective motivator to spur him on, to fill her with his own seed and reclaim her dirty, used womanhood.

Angie reached into Krum’s lap and replaced his big hand around his cock with her own, stroking him and getting him ready to go next.

‘A girl could get used to this,’ she teased around several moans. Then, as Harry growled deep in his throat, she bent over to her side and took the head of Krum’s thick cock between her lips, her pleasured moans now muffled by the Bulgarian’s shaft.

They shagged like this for a few minutes, with Angie sucking Krum’s cock and Krum reaching around to play with her perky breasts while running his fingers along the lines of her shredded abs, muttering something to himself quietly in Bulgarian as he admired her body.

Harry wasn’t close to cumming himself, but Angie had had another orgasm while he steadily fucked her, his wife clearly making the most of having both of their attentions lavished on her.

After he’s done with her, Krum growls and Angie squeals as he stands and lifts her over his shoulder in a fireman's carry. She cackled in delight when he tossed her on the bed, bouncing once before coming to rest, leaning on her elbows with her thick thighs spread wide.

‘You ready to fuck me again big guy?’ she teased lustfully, and then his view of her was obscured by the hulking man as he got on the bed between his wife’s spread legs and guided his huge cock into her needy pussy.

All he could see of his wife from the couch was her dark legs wrapped around Krum’s pale waist, and her meaty ass as Krum thrust down into her, his big balls coming to rest against her toned cheeks every time he bottomed out. Sometimes he would pull all the way out in his eagerness, and would have to readjust his aim to slide back in.

It was an incredible sight, seeing that huge cock sliding in and out of his wife. It’s an angle he obviously never got to see and he had to admit that she looked incredibly sexy with another big cock stretching out her womanhood. He stood just as he saw Angie’s hand reach over to the side of the bed and beckon him.

‘Haarryyyy,’ she whined and, with a roll of his eyes, he approached her, standing along the side of the bed as he watched her get shagged, her eyes rolling every time Viktor would thrust all the way in her.

Taking his hand, she pouted. ‘You didn’t cum.’

He shrugged, squeezing her hand back. ‘I came earlier.’

Her pout deepened and he rolled his eyes again, allowing himself to be pulled onto the bed so he was kneeling next to her head. She palmed his cock and brought it to her lips, this time sucking him off as Krum fucked her, her moans senting pleasurable tingles throughout his body as she throated him.

They went at it like that for a while, with Krum’s stamina becoming evident as, even with sweat dripping off his heavy brow, he didn’t stop his incessant thrusting, his fists firmly planted in the soft bed. Even when Angie came when he started rubbing her clit, he kept going, clearly enjoying himself immensely.

When Harry finally spilled into his wife’s mouth, she was on her way to her fourth as Krum’s thrusting finally picked up the pace, racing to his own climax. He came with a roar, his back arching and body spasming as he emptied another load in his delighted, shuddering wife.

After they’d all calmed down, Harry and Viktor were resting on opposite sides of the bed, their hands behind their heads while Angie lay across them, her head on Harry’s thigh with her lips suckling his knob while her thighs sandwiched Krum’s previously flagging member, bringing it back to life.

‘You have not had enough?’ Krum asked, chortling as the sex-kitten tried to get them going again.

Pulling off his cock with a wet, popping noise, she chuckled. ‘I don’t know if I’ll ever be in this situation again,’ she said, with a coy look at her husband. ‘So you bet your ass I’ll be making the most of it - but first, I need to freshen up!’

Both Harry and Viktor watched with rapt attention as Angie bounced off the bed and sashayed towards the bathroom door, putting an extra sway in her step for their benefit. When she reached the bathroom door’s frame, she half turned and rested against the frame, strumming her clit and biting her lip as she eyed both men lying naked on the same bed.

‘I need to remember this image forever,’ she groaned and, with an apparent heroic effort of will, she tore her eyes away from the sight and vanished into the bathroom, the sound of the shower quickly masking any sounds she was making.

Krum only lasted a few moments before he lept off the bed, his flagging cock as hard as steel again. ‘Sorry, my friend, but your vife has ignited a fire in me.’

‘Go,’ Harry waved him away with a tired chuckle, and the huge man shot-off like a bludger towards the bathroom, steam already wafting into the room as he heard his wife’s chuckle when Krum ripped open the shower door.

He hadn’t known where his aggression that evening had come from, but it had taken a lot out of him. Seeing the look of wild lust in his wife’s eyes as he’d grabbed her throat had been a real turn-on too. Maybe it was time to get a little rougher in the bedroom, see how far he could push it.

He chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief. It looked like inviting someone else into their bed had upped their collective libidos once more.

Maybe that’s why they do it?

Still, he could never countenance the humiliation, or being relegated to the house and forced to watch as his wife had it off with countless other men.

Who would punish her for being a naughty slut then?

He saw images of Angie tied up with him whipping her floating in his mind’s eye, her eyes wild with fury and lust as he muscles strained against her bindings, her teeth bared at him. He felt himself harden as he stroked himself at the tantalising fantasy.

When he heard his wife’s soft moans, he imagined they were snogging, her athletic body pressed against the tile wall and her dark leg wrapped around his thigh, her arms around his neck.

When she yelped and laughed, he imagined Krum spinning her around, forcing her to bend over and balance herself with her hands on the shower wall, her world-class ass presented to him like a tasty treat.

Then he heard his wife’s deep groan, and Krum’s exultant gasp and he knew he’d sunk that big cock into his willing wife’s pussy once again.

Standing, he strolled over to the bathroom, casually stroking his cock all the while. The bathroom of the incredibly expensive penthouse suite was immaculate, fitting for the most expensive hotel in the area. If the fancy fixtures and marble all over didn’t scream it, then the huge, luxurious jacuzzi certainly did the job.

The shower ran along the entirety of the far wall where, instead of more marble, it had more floor-to-ceiling windows looking out onto the gorgeous city below - one-way, of course. A rectangular panel on the ceiling drizzled water in a wide area, making it more reminiscent of rain than a regular shower.

I quite like that idea. Maybe I can enchant our showers at home to release water from the entire ceiling.

Looking down, his brief diversion was forgotten at the sight of his gorgeous wife, just as he’d imagined, her hands were against the marbled wall and she was bent over as Krum held her hips and sawed his huge cock in and out of her smaller body.

Normally his wife, though powerfully built, was fairly short. Maybe slightly below average height for a woman. Next to Krum though? The hulking man made her look like a midget - a sexy, athletic midget, but tiny all the same.

She had been looking down as Krum railed into her, moaning with every thrust, her curly frohawk soaked and covering her face. As if sensing him, she lifted her head and flicked her hair out of her face. Seeing him standing there and stroking his hard cock, she bared her teeth in a grin.

‘Get in here, Mister Potter.’

‘Sure thing, Mrs Potter,’ he replied with a cheeky grin and quickly joined them in the shower, his enchanted glasses resisted both fogging up and repelling the water that splashed against them. He leaned against the wall his wife had been bracing against, her arms now either side of his hips. He ran his cock along her beautiful face and she leaned into it, almost nuzzling it as her body rocked with Viktor’s thrusts, his wife moaning and Viktor grunting every time his hips crashed against her meaty behind.

As the water cascaded down from above, showering them all in its warmth, Harry bunched his wife’s wet, curly hair in one fist while using the fingers of his other hand to guide her mouth onto his knob. They both groaned as her lips sank down onto his shaft, her grunts and moans as Viktor continued to shag her only added to his pleasure.

He ran his hands through her hair, massaging her scalp while he looked down the expanse of her muscular back. Viktor had her thick ass in his large hands, squeezing it so hard that the skin squished out from between his fingers. Harry was enraptured by the sight of his thick cock sliding in and out of his wife’s pussy, still finding the entire situation surreal, if still titillating.

With a gasp, Angie pulled off their cocks and shoved him against the wall. She stood up and snogged him for several moments before turning around and doing the same to Viktor, who eagerly reciprocated.

His wife’s recently vacated pussy now presented to him, he sidled up to her back so that she was sandwiched between them and sunk his cock into her eagerly awaiting hole.

‘Oh fuck,’ she groaned, leaning her head back as he didn’t so much as thrust into her as he just ground against her. Krum, too much of a gentleman to leave such an invitation unanswered, leaned down - uncomfortably far - and took one of her dark nipples into his eager mouth, his hands running along her sides.

‘Yes, such good boys, just like that,’ she groaned, reaching behind her to wrap her hands around his neck and giving Viktor better access to her sensitive nipples.

They both enjoyed toying with Angie’s body, sandwiched between them as it was, until she pushed them both back and turned again. This time, with a wide grin, she leapt into his arms and Harry manoeuvred her so that she could sink down on his cock again with a groan.

Instead of bouncing on her husband’s cock, she turned to look at Viktor over her shoulder and spread her arse cheeks for him enticingly.

The big man frowned, the water still cascading down over their bodies and feeling heavenly.

‘C’mon big guy, stick it in my ass.’

His frown deepened. ‘I no do this before. Too big. Hurt.’

‘No offence mate,’ Angie began with a roll of her eyes, ‘but you’ve surely seen my husband’s cock, and he fit in there just fine. Don’t worry, I drank a potion that makes it a lot easier, I’m not a masochist.’

I’m not so sure about that anymore…

Still cautious but undeniably pleased to apparently be trying something he hadn’t done before, he sidled up to her back and guided his cock against her presented rosebud. The groan she let out when he sank into her rear end mirrored the one from earlier in that evening.

‘Oh fuck oh shit oh fuuuuuck,’ she groaned as they both sank into her as deeply as they could go. ‘Oh bloody shit, I feel so full, this is amazing!’

Viktor and Harry both shared a cheeky grin and started to bounce her on their cocks, her body sandwiched securely between their muscular forms. Her reaction was exquisite, her appreciative moans and groans so loud Harry was glad he had the foresight to put up silencing charms.

He didn’t think the floor was thick enough to mask his wife’s sexy vocal performance.

Her eyes wild, she attacked his mouth as they both fucked her. Ironically, he wasn’t so concerned with Krum shagging his wife, but he didn’t think he liked watching them snog. It was a weird idiosyncrasy that he just accepted with a shrug as they explored each other’s tongues as he swallowed her euphoric moans.

Angie didn’t last long in this position, evidently getting doubly penetrated a new favourite of hers. She came with a shuddering groan, their muscular bodies pressed against her from either side controlling her convulsions as a powerful orgasm overcame her.

Neither Harry or Krum stopped shagging her though, both eager to spill into the beautiful woman one final time. Angie whimpered and moaned at their ruthless assault on her poor, abused holes, but took it like a trooper as she held on for dear life until they both came in her again with exultant groans.

They just stood there in the shower catching their breath, both of their knees weak but still standing and supporting his beautiful wife dangling between them. As Angie calmed down, she started giggling uncontrollably, leaning back against Krum as if the position they held her in was the world’s most satisfying armchair.

Their night of fun quickly wrapped up after that, the shower finally being used in its intended way as they all washed an evening’s worth of lust off their bodies.

Angie lay on the bed with her legs spread and touching herself as she watched Krum get dressed. Harry shook his hand, the Bulgarian grinning widely.

‘Thank you for sharing your beautiful wife with me my friend.’

‘It was my pleasure,’ Angie replied with a cheeky grin and Krum couldn’t help himself. He approached the naked woman on the bed and ran his hands along her chiselled abs one final time before pinching one of her nipples. He muttered something in Bulgarian before shaking his head and leaving them with a final goodbye, and more effusive thanks.

‘Well,’ Angie said, her hand gently strumming her clit as Harry fell on the bed beside her, his head resting on his hand. ‘That just happened.’

Grinning, Harry copied Krum and ran his hands over his wife’s toned midriff. She giggled at his gentle touch, but didn’t stop him. ‘How do you feel?’

‘How do I feel? I feel like a woman who just shagged her hero and some Quidditch player, how do you think I feel? How do you feel?’

He grinned at her play on words. He leaned over and gently kissed her lips before trailing more kisses down her body, one on each nipples and on her tummy. He then started to trace his tongue between her abs as she moaned and he thought on her question.

How do I feel? I just watched as another bloke shag my wife.

That wasn’t quite true. It was more like he enlisted the help of a friend so they could both fuck his wife and give her a night to remember.

Thinking about it like that made him feel less queasy.

‘I feel pretty okay, to be honest,’ he answered after thinking about it for a while. ‘The Alicia thing was really starting to weigh on me, and, well, this was really hot. Watching you take two big cocks was really sexy, my kinky little slut.’

She moaned and chuckled at his words, running a hand through his thick black hair as he continued licking her abs.

‘It felt pretty incredible. Your Mum gave me a potion that kept me clean back there and had me secreting a lubricant, so it was nowhere near as bad as I thought it was gonna be.’

‘Is that all it did?’ he asked, eyes wide. ‘We’re both rather big Angie, didn’t it hurt?’

She grinned down at him and winked. ‘I think we both know I like a little pain. Speaking of, you were an animal there in the beginning, that was sooo hot.’

He blushed at the reminder. He remembered grabbing her throat and almost choking her, and how excited she looked while he did so.

‘I might have let a bit of jealousy get the better of me.’

‘Ooh don’t tempt me,’ Angie moaned as he wrapped his arms around her body and pulled her against his chest. ‘Now I have every incentive in the world to make you jealous to turn you into that raging beast. You were so sexy. My man, dominating his woman.’

Harry chuckled, wicked ideas already forming in his mind to play with his wife’s latest kink.

She can take it.

‘I could have done without you kissing him - that I didn’t like so much. Next time we do this, think we can have that rule?’

She grinned and rubbed her bum against his soft cock. ‘Next time, hmm? I like the sound of that. And that’s fine, small price to pay to ease my man’s fragile ego.’

She squealed and cackled when he pinched her nipples. ‘What about you?’

She shrugged. ‘I don’t care, kiss whoever you want. You’re not allowed to spend the night and snuggle with some other woman though. At least not if I’m not there too.’

‘Why would I ever want to do that?’ he asked, and she moaned when he started kissing her neck and the shell of her ear.

Before they drifted off to sleep, his wife groaned in annoyance.

‘What is it?’ he asked, frowning at the despair in her tone.

‘What the bloody hell am I going to do next year that’s going to top this?!’

Harry couldn’t help the laughter that erupted from his throat, which only intensified when his wife turned around in his grip and started poking him in irritation.

‘Well,’ he said, still grinning wide after they’d finally calmed down, ‘you could always have a word with Katie’s husband?’

With wide eyes and the corners of her lips twitching, she started her poke assault anew.

‘What?’ he asked innocently, batting away her viper-like hands. ‘I want to complete the set!’

She eyed him coyly. ‘Oh? Maybe I want to complete the set too?’

He looked at her in confusion. ‘What? You want me to get the whole Bulgarian Quidditch team here?’

Rolling her eyes, she slapped him upside the head. ‘I was thinking about the Potter set. Father, Godfather and son.’

Seeing her devious little grin, and not even blinking at the thought that somehow Sirius was considered a Potter - it was basically true - now it was his turn to assault his naughty, slutty wife.

His weapon of choice though?

Tickles.