Brilliant Idiots - Chapter 04 (Patreon)

Chapter 4

Ron sighed.

He was supposed to be touring his brothers’ shop today, catching up with them and helping test their latest inventions, but the miserable gits had pulled out last second.

They’d actually pulled out a week ago, but when he’d shown up at their shop to find them absent, Angelina had told him the twins were away on business trying to secure a new ingredient supplier in India.

They’d ditched him and didn’t even remember having done so.

So now he was changing into a pair of comfy sweats and preparing to write an article he had been thinking about all week.

Of the list of people most likely to get a job in journalism from his graduating class, while he may not have ranked at the bottom, he would be pretty bloody close, but when a fortuitous encounter at a Quidditch match with his future boss ended up with them spending hours arguing over tactics, he’d been offered a job as a sports writer. Basically, because he knew what he was talking about, and his predecessor did not.

Several years later, he was the Prophet’s lead writer on Quidditch and made a pretty incredible salary writing about what he loved.

The back page was his domain.

With an entire day being unexpectedly made free, he put on his robe and headed downstairs to make himself a cup of tea. Before he could even take the first step down, he heard voices and muffled laughter coming from the kitchen.

Is that Cho? I thought she was at a training camp with Puddlemore…

He needed new sources…

Profoundly curious despite himself - to the point of self-sabotage one might argue - he took a seat on the top step and listened, thanking his fiancée’s habit of being an incredibly light sleeper for their house being a sturdy old clunker that masked the sounds of his movements perfectly.

He listened as they laughed at some anecdotes from the old days and generally caught up with each other. They were still both incredibly close - Cho would be her maid of honour after all - but Hermione’s job in litigation at the Ministry and Cho’s professional Quidditch career left them limited time to spend with each other.

When their giggling died down and the conversation hit the first lull, he heard the sly smirk on Cho’s face when she next spoke.

‘So, what kind of kinky stuff has my best slag been up to lately? You still torturing that poor man with his own deviances?’

After a short chuckle, Hermione demurred. ‘Not all that much to be honest.’

The admission went straight to Ron’s dick, causing it to harden at the implications immediately. Not much didn’t mean not at all, which was what he had been led to believe. They hadn’t played at all since Hogwarts.

‘I’ve done a lot of research on cuckold and hotwife relationships-’

Of course she has.

‘-and I eventually came to the conclusion that going all in wasn’t the best strategy for a healthy, long-lasting relationship with the man I love.’

He felt his heart swell at her words, and while he was profoundly curious as to what she was talking about, he felt a renewed sense of love and duty to the woman he’d gotten down on one knee for.

‘What are you on about?’ Cho asked, confusion audible in her tone. ‘He loves it as much as you do.’

Hermione chuckled, her wry smile audible. ‘He thinks he does. Or rather, he loves the idea of it, even the act, in the moment. But Ron, like most men to be fair, has an ego. A man’s ego is a fragile thing that needs constant care and nurturing, you can only strain it so much before it snaps. I decided I’d make him feel like a king, even in the bedroom, so when I do step out of our relationship, he has that feeling firmly in his mind and his ego is strong enough to muzzle his jealousy.’

‘I guess that makes sense,’ Cho said, sounding dubious but relenting after several moments of silent thought. ‘Sounds way too complicated and exhausting though, if I’m being honest.’

‘Maybe you should stop lying to yourself and settle down with Seamus, then maybe you’ll understand that it’s all worth it.’

‘Ugh, bitch please. You sound like my mother.’

They collapsed into giggles again.

Ron didn’t think he could love his fiancée more than he did at that moment, but he frowned as he thought about her words. As usual, she was probably right. As much as he got turned on watching a big dick sliding in and out of her tight little pussy, his beautiful, innocent bookworm acting like a total slag, it definitely felt less good during his post-nut clarity.

Come to think of it, his rule about kissing had come during one of those moments.

It also maybe explained why Hermione had abruptly cut McLaggen off after several weeks of clearly brilliant sex. She must have seen or heard about how much shit the twat had been giving him behind her back.

I had the last laugh though, prick.

‘Whatever. It’s your life. So you’re seriously telling me there’s been no one ever since you dropped Clingy McLaggen?’

‘I didn’t say that,’ his fiancée replied, her sly smile audible.

His world froze.

What?

‘There’s been a few men off and on since then. I wasn’t being particularly discreet either, I figured Ron would love it if he found my soiled knickers atop the laundry hamper, or stumbled on me in my office after one too many inexplicable late nights, but as much as I love him, he can be a bit dense at times.’

‘Merlin, that would have been so hot,’ Cho groaned.

There it was, that delicious, tortuous feeling roiling in his gut returned with a vengeance like an old friend. Jealousy, anger, arousal, love, humiliation.

Who? When?! What?!?!

How had he missed it? He’d even seen the panties left out to be found and had just talked himself into thinking they were a result of his teasing. The late nights? She was a solicitor, it was a hard, gruelling job, he’d never even thought to question it.

Frequent late nights were supposed to be part of the deal!

The weeks at a time where she would be inexplicably, unfathomably insatiable suddenly came to his mind in a moment of clarity, and he cursed his stupidity.

I’m such an idiot! I could have seen her shagging in her office!

He realised how messed up his thoughts would seem to anyone that could read them, but he even surprised himself that that had been his first reaction.

Hermione knew him so well that it honestly just made him love her more. She knew how turned on he’d be if he’d caught her cheating on him.

He’d just been too blind, too complacent to play along in the next level of their game.

And the thought of seeing her in stockings, a sexy pencil skirt, stockings, a tight, unbuttoned blouse, stockings, and her reading glasses while being shagged on her desk, her stocking-clad legs akimbo as a huge, faceless lover took her over and over where anyone could walk in on them?

He bit his fist to silence his groan, his dick so hard that he could punch a hole in the wall.

Cho definitely sounded intrigued. ‘Who? Anyone I know?’

‘Probably,’ Hermione admitted with a laugh. ‘But I don’t kiss and tell. If you want to know, you need to be there to see it, just like old times.’

‘Hah, you dirty slag!’

They both collapsed into a fit of giggles again.

Why do they giggle so much? I swear she never giggles unless she’s talking to her girlfriends, it makes no sense.

When he heard chairs scraping and tea cups being put in the sink, he beat a hasty retreat, slinking back to his office before he could be noticed.

He had a lot on his mind.

But first, Merlin, I need a wank.

-

A week after overhearing Hermione’s salacious conversation, Ron was using magic to clean up after himself in the kitchen - one does not live with Hermione without learning to clean up after themselves, at least she didn’t make him do it by hand like his mother - while watching his wife at the dining table prepare for her day of work, a thick tome open and being scanned in front of her.

‘Is that for me?’ she asked, a sly smirk gracing her features as she looked up at him, her eyes lowering to the obvious bulge in his pants.

Ron couldn’t even look at her in her sexy work clothes anymore without getting hard.

He shrugged unapologetically and looked over the bench and leered at her. Hermione knew him well, she had her stocking-clad legs crossed, one foot planted on the ground bare and the one in the air dangling its stiletto heel on the tips of her toes as it bounced. She’d also only thrown her blouse over her shoulders before coming down for coffee, the tight shirt still unbuttoned and untucked, revealing her black, lacy bra beneath.

He remembered once his sister smugly telling him - as if he knew nothing about women, a jab he increasingly thought would forever be true - that women don’t wear lacy knickers unless they planned for someone to see them.

He groaned and she smiled, clearly loving the reaction just sitting there was getting out of him. She looked proud, sexy and…

Merlin, she’s biting her lip. She only does that during sex or when she’s thinking about sex.

‘Always,’ he finally answered, done perving on his fiancée for the time being.

Her sexy smile widened and she began tying her long, wavy hair up in an elaborate bun before securing it with her wand, her raised arms showing off her bra-clad tits even more clearly.

‘Come here, my love,’ she demanded, her tone oozing sexuality.

She laughed as he all but vaulted over the island bench and stood before her. He groaned as she palmed his hard dick through his PJs and started to massage it.

‘Is this because of me?’ she asked, looking up at him with her wide eyes, the faux innocence and pouty lips driving him wild.

‘You’re the sexiest woman alive.’

His voice was raspy with desire, but he meant it so profoundly that it earned him a beautiful, beaming smile. At a torturously slow pace, she kept her eyes - with dark eyeshadow, the way he loved it - locked on his as she pulled his pants down. When the elastic finally passed over his knob, it sprung back up like a particularly insistent Garden Gnome.

Giggling, she smiled widely before she sealed her lips around the tip of his dick and slowly pushed them down his length until the entirety of his cock was in her mouth.

Of course, she’s used to taking way more.

The thought almost made him cum on the spot. He controlled himself though, not wanting to ruin her good mood.

Seeing him very obviously grimacing as he controlled his orgasm, she chuckled with his dick still in her throat, the vibrations sending pleasing sensations up his spine. She slowly pulled back off before repeating the process several more times, her gaze never straying from his own.

‘Luv, I’m gonna cum,’ he warned, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. The corner of her mouth twitched with a grin, his averagely girthed cock still allowing her to show that much emotion, as she slowly pulled back and focused on his knob, her dextrous tongue directly stimulating his glans.

Grabbing her face with both of his hands, he was almost hugging it to him as his knees buckled and he unleashed several jets of cums into his fiancée’s eager mouth.

When he’d regained his composure, he leaned against the kitchen bench looking like he’d just got done with Quidditch training, Hermione fixing her make-up after making sure to show him her mouth full of his cum and swallowing it.

‘What did I do to deserve that?’ he asked with a breathy chuckle. ‘I need to know so I keep doing it.’

She chuckled and shook her head. ‘Nothing, I just felt like doing something nice for my man.’

Not even Hermione’s admission that she deliberately treated him like this to soften the blow of her infidelity could stem the affection that swelled in his chest. Her feelings were clearly genuine after all, and it’s not like she was doing it all for entirely selfish reasons.

When he eventually stumbled back to the sink to finish cleaning, his eyes landed on something he’d clearly missed earlier.

Post-nut clarity is a real thing, I don’t care who’s asking.

It was an invite list to Hermione’s bachelorette party, clearly given to her by Cho. Lisa, Ginny, Tonks, Fleur, Alicia, Angelina, Stefania, Hope. Honestly, aside from the two very obviously missing names, a list he could have recited by memory. Cho, Lisa and Tonks as three of her closest friends, her soon-to-be sisters-in-law, and her cousin.

Her mother and soon-to-be mother-in-law were noticeably absent.

Before last week, he’d have just chalked it off to not wanting The Olds to weigh down the party, even if his and Hermione’s dad were coming to his bachelor party. No, while he was dense, it wasn’t to the point that - after having said density thrown in his face - he would miss such a clearly obvious sign.

Did she leave that list here deliberately? Was this the proverbial soiled knickers? It must have been sitting there for a while, and he’d only just noticed it while still benefiting from the magical effects of his post-nut clarity.

For some reason, Hermione or Cho clearly didn’t want the overbearing, puritanical Molly Weasley or the stuffy, posh, completely lacking in humour Emma Granger to be present.

I need to find a way to get into that party!

Later that night, while eating dinner, Ron told her what Seamus had planned for his buck’s night. They were going to see a Quidditch match in the Canons’ VIP box - her dad was really excited for that one - then they’d be pregaming at a Firewhiskey distillery before going to some high-end Muggle titty bar in London.

She didn’t even blink at that last one, one of the many reasons he knew he’d made the right choice in marrying her - even if he didn’t suspect she was doing something similar, he doubted she’d have said anything even if Cho had organised them to be knitting all night.

‘The only annoying thing is that we had to organise it for a Thursday night because the Quidditch schedule is really messed up this season. Other than that, it should be fun. Has Cho finished organising yours?’

He reckoned he deserved some kind of award for how smoothly he’d asked the question, and even with his following nonchalance.

Hermione shrugged. ‘I’m being kept in the dark mostly, though I’m pretty sure Cho’s organised for us to go to a sex show. She let the name of the place slip and someone from work said they recognised it - now that was an awkward conversation.’

His face scrunched up in genuine confusion. ‘A sex show? Wuzzat?’

Hermione shrugged, ‘It’s apparently exactly what it sounds like. Think of the movie theatres I took you to, but instead of moving pictures, there are people on a stage having sex for the audience.’

‘Sounds like she’s trying to get you all horny,’ Ron puzzled out after several moments of stunned silence, a wide grin on his face.

His fiancée matched his grin with one of her own, the tiredness from the day completely gone from her face.

‘That’s a distinct possibility. Anything’s possible when Cho’s involved.’

‘That girl is serious trouble,’ he told her with an over-exaggerated frown, very much playing the part of the overbearing boyfriend. ‘I insist you stick to her and not leave her side.’

Hermione laughed and swatted him on the bum as he moved past her to clean the dishes.

-

He had left nothing to chance.

It had been a right nightmare getting Hermione’s engagement ring away from her for long enough to put a tracking charm on it, but he couldn’t think of anything else he’d be sure would be with her wherever she want aside from her wand, and he didn’t want to risk messing up the charms on delicate instrument.

She’d probably cut his bollocks off if he did.

So the ring it was.

He would use the tracking charm and the high-grade invisibility cloak he’d bought to shadow them all night, hoping to see something he hadn’t seen since his Hogwarts days.

Hermione being a naughty slag.

The girls got ready at their place before heading out. If he wasn’t already certain they were looking to get shagged that night, seeing their outfits would have confirmed it in his mind.

Cho was dressed in a skintight black dress made entirely of leather that was so tight, it looked painted on. It was also so short it barely covered the cheeks of her bum, and while the dress didn’t really highlight her cleavage, it made the sexier choice by being split in two, the front and back, the two halves being held together by tight straps that left indents on her supple skin and gave a tantalising view of her naked sides. Her toned legs looked like they went on forever, but eventually ended in a pair of equally strappy heels.

Naturally, as sexy and slutty as Cho looked, it was his fiancée that took his breath away. Hermione was dressed in a crimson, super low cut slinky dress that showed off a heroic amount of skin. It seemed, wherever the girls got these dresses, it was at a store that didn’t believe in bras, because the way her tits hung free in the dress made its absence abundantly clear. Not only would a stiff breeze completely expose her naked breasts, but her back was entirely bare too, and the dress split at her hips, giving a nice peek at her thighs.

‘Well, you two are going to cause accidents,’ he said, pecking Cho on the lips before giving his fiancée a deeper, passionate kiss that hopefully said more than his words ever could. ‘Have fun, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.’

Cho smirked at him. ‘I think we’ve long since established that there’s very little you wouldn’t do for your mistress.’

He shrugged, his smile not wavering. Smacking them both on the bum, he shooed them out. ‘Get going, have fun!’

Cho blew him a final kiss and Hermione threw herself at him, wrapped her arms around his head and snogged his brains out one final time before slinking away, remembering fondly a time where she couldn’t walk in heels like that without looking like a baby deer.

Before she closed the door behind her however, she grinned at him impishly over her shoulder and flicked the back of her dress up.

Both Cho and she cackled at his agonised groan when only a pale, naked bum greeted him.

There was only one thought on his mind as he rushed to get ready to follow them.

If fancy knickers said one thing about a woman, what did no knickers say?

He was sure he knew.

-

It had been nerve wracking sneaking into the Muggle bar under the cover of his invisibility cloak. While they couldn’t see him, they could definitely feel him, and a busy Saturday night made it quite hard to move anywhere without bumping into anyone.

Luckily, people expected to be bumped, so unless they were looking in his direction when he brushed up against them, there was no issue.

I should have thought of that!

He’d somehow found a secluded spot on the second level where he had a fantastic view of everyone down below. While the other girls trickled in in groups or on their own, he greedily watched as Hermione and Cho - but mostly Cho - were hit on by successive suitors.

This wasn’t a comment on their comparative beauty, more a result of Cho crowing his fiancée with a flashy tiara. If that wasn’t an obvious enough clue as to her status, she’d also hung a sash over her shoulder that announced her status as Bachelorette proudly.

That didn’t stop all the sharks from circling, just directed the less bold towards the widely grinning Cho. The few that did approach Hermione caused an excited thrill to shoot down his spine - she didn’t seem to mind all that much either, acting all flirty and touchy while they offered her one last hoorah before her big day.

If only they knew.

Ironically, Cho had basically slathered her in metaphorical chum and thrown her to the sharks.

He was sure that was her intent.

When Fleur and Stefania made their way into the bar, the beautiful French witch looking at her surroundings in disdain while Charley’s wife pulled her along by the elbow, everyone was finally there, with everyone except Fleur, Stefania and - Hermione’s cousin - Hope dressed like absolute slags.

That wasn’t to say they weren’t all stunning. His sister aside, they made for a group of incredibly attractive women, and they were attracting enough attention to prove it. He’d never seen Hope in anything but a bulky knit sweater in jeans, the girl tidied up well.

And I didn’t know she was hiding sweater-puppies like that!

The rest were dressed in all manner of slinky cocktail dresses while Fleur and Stefania’s were a more modest style. Sleek, form-hugging, but not showing as much skin.

They could dress in garbage bags and still turn heads.

They only stayed to have enough drinks to earn a pleasant buzz, making enough of a racket to genuinely start annoying the other patrons. They were soon out of everyone’s hair though and they left on foot an hour later. He remained in his hiding spot, trusting in his tracking charm to lead him to their next stop.

After waiting ten minutes, he slinked out of the bar and followed his wand. When he caught up to them, they were hanging about outside a building that looked like it once hosted classy affairs like the theatre or even the opera.

How the mighty have fallen.

The women all mingled with each other outside as they waited to be let in, most of them looking distinctly uncomfortable in their heels with Tonks nearly falling into traffic several times were it not for Angie’s quick saves. Ginny and Hope were only slightly less calamitous while Angie, Alicia and Stefania just looked uncomfortable.

Naturally, Fleur looked completely natural in her heels, the woman not knowing how to look anything but graceful.

She could probably go rock climbing in those shoes.

When they were finally let in, Ron snuck in behind them and was surprised how many others did too. There were definitely a few seedy looking blokes hanging about, but he was surprised how the normal ones utterly outnumbered them.

I guess you don’t need to be a weirdo to enjoy watching people have sex.

He waited until he was the last to enter the theatre and he was surprised at what he saw within. It was a dark room not too dissimilar to the movie places Hermione had taken him to, with light on the floor guiding the way.

Where those cinnymas had all their chairs aligned in one direction to look at a static screen, this theatre had their chairs arranged in increasing concentric circles surrounding a slowly rotating stage down below that boasted a luxurious, silk-covered bed.

Looking around, he found an area where he could stand and watch unmolested. He wanted to be close enough to the girls to hear them but didn’t want to have to use a confundus charm to avoid getting caught.

Much to his surprise, the show ended up being pretty hot. Six beautiful couples came on one after the other and just… shagged for the benefit of their appreciative audience. The already-buzzed party giggled and pointed throughout, cheering where appropriate. They’d also played a game where, every time the couples on stage switched to a new position that they’d personally had sex in before, they’d take a sip of the house-provided whine.

By the end of the show, everyone but Hope was bordering on tipsy, even the sanctimonious, holier-than-thou Fleur had seemed to enjoy herself.

He didn’t fail to notice that Hope hadn’t taken a sip even once.

Virgin? Hooo boy.

The poor girl was blushing up a storm by the end, and Hermione had to console her, rubbing gentle circles on her back as she whispered in her ear.

Whatever she’d said had only caused her blush to deepen.


Probably embarrassed. Poor girl.

If Ron remembered correctly, Hope had just recently turned nineteen and worshipped the ground Hermione walked on, especially when she eventually found out about the magical world. While a Muggle, the girl was utterly obsessed with everything about their world, almost as much as his dad was obsessed with everything Muggle.

She was cute, in an unassuming kind of way. Kind of like Hermione was when she was younger, before she’d grown into her own body and blossomed as a sexual creature. Hermione was definitely more attractive, but Hope had an adorable face and some of the biggest tits he’d ever seen. Certainly the biggest set in the group.

If Tonks didn’t cheat, at least.

Feeling more secure in his tracking charm and invisibility cloak, he only gave them five minutes before following, only to find that they were well over fifty kilometres away already.

None of them are sober enough to apparate safely. Maybe a portkey?

Luckily, he was as sober as a nun so, with a series of jumps, he zeroed in on their position in only half an hour.

Not bad with only a triangulating tracking charm. Maybe I should have been an Auror.

He laughed at his own joke. Why get paid less for more work?

He was surprised to find his tracking spell leading him to a Muggle Nightclub. If it weren’t for the sign and the line wrapping around the corner, there was no way he’d have pegged the gothic-style building on this random city street as some popular club, but alas, here they were. And he found himself slightly disappointed.

What? They’re going dancing? That’s it?

Still, he very much doubted that group of women had to line up to get in anywhere, so whatever they were doing within, they’d been at it for a while. Not wanting to miss any more of it, he snuck in through the back with liberal use of his brothers’ gadgets, magic and his cloak.

Wiping the sweat that had formed on his forehead, not remembering how hot it could get under the cloak, he scanned the room and his eyebrows rose. The interior certainly didn’t match the classical, gothic exterior at all. The club itself was full to the brim with attractive, dancing twenty to thirty-somethings, the music so loud he could barely hear himself think and oozed such an aura of expensive exclusivity, he thought he might be charged just for breathing the air.

Still, a group of their size would be hard to miss, and he didn’t see them anywhere. It was only when he pulled his wand out again and it pointed up diagonally upwards did he realise what was going on.

A VIP area?

His eyes trailed along the second level, each and every window having its view blocked by thick, luxurious looking curtains. When his eyes finally landed on the stairs leading up, he cursed when he saw it was manned at both the top and bottom by guards he was certain had to have some giant genes in them.

He frowned. He was sure that they were getting up to some cheeky business with that level of privacy, but there was no way he was getting through without being spotted in one way or another, revealing his presence and causing an embarrassing incident.

If I bring the Obliviators down on Hermione’s bachelorette party and ruin it, I’ll be lucky if she only cuts my bollocks off.

Looking around, his frown quickly turned upside down when the bouncer at the top of the stairs opened the door and a pretty waitress dressed in a black shirt and matching trousers strolled out and hurried down towards the bar downstairs.

That’s my way in.

When she reached the bar, the handsome bartender handed her an ice bucket filled with three bottles of Champagne, a cheeky grin on his face. The woman rolled her eyes but grinned back as she made to return to her post upstairs, apparently waiting on the VIPs.

Following behind her like an ambi-lens chaser as the sea of humanity parted for her, he stuck as close to her back as he dared, only narrowly avoiding a disaster when his foot only just missed catching on the curtain the bouncer pulled aside for them.

His eyes widened as he looked at the opulence he was suddenly surrounded by. A private bar, bear-skin rugs and expensive looking furniture, none of it surprised him as much as the sound from downstairs almost cutting out entirely when the door shut behind them.

That’s some top tier engi-meering right there.

His gawking at his surroundings cost him dearly, and the bartender slipped into a second room, sealed off by even more curtains, before he could follow her. Cursing, he pulled out a See-Through Eye and pressed it against the wall, donning the matching pair of goggles that went with them.

The pad linked to the goggles and with a bit of an adjustment of the knob - he obviously didn’t need to make the glass transparent, but the curtain beyond it - he had a window into the room beyond.

His jaw dropped.

Seeing that no one was even facing the door, their attention very much focused on the strippers parading about, he quickly packed up his gadget and snuck in, no one noticing the curtain parting of its own accord.

The room was rather spacious, filled with luxurious couches, intimate lighting and a glass wall that no doubt normally allowed its patrons to people-watch down below.

They also had their own music playing - for the strippers to dance to - that had been completely inaudible from just a few feet away from where he was standing. The music from the club was completely muted to them now also.

His target, like her friends and family, was scattered about on said couches, their attention focused solely on the three naked, incredibly buff and ridiculously hung men dancing for them and shaking their dicks in their faces. The women were clearly very appreciative of the show, screaming and cheering almost non-stop as the pretty bartender went around the room and topped everyone’s flutes up with freshly popped Champagne.

This is it. If anything’s going to happen, I have the best seat in the house.

Then, a fourth guy came out from behind a partition wall, as buff and naked as the rest, but about half a foot taller, dark skinned and sporting an even bigger dick. He spread his arms wide and basked in the renewed cheers as he twirled a towel over his head with one hand, and shook a bottle of whipped cream in the other.

Ron was taken aback by the size of his cock. The thing was as thick as his wrist, covered in thick veins and hung almost down to his knee. He also had a thick ring around the base of his colossal shaft. He’d never seen one before, but he could guess its function.

Stay hard longer, resist cumming. Probably vital in his line of work.

He was also apparently popular with the women, as most of them started cheering at his re-emerging, their eyes, if not glued to his heavy shaft, devouring his bulging muscles that shone with perspiration.

Honestly, where does Cho keep finding these blokes? Does she have a spell that tracks big cocks or something?

It honestly wouldn’t surprise him.

‘Enough messing about! You ladies ready to get nasty?!’ He called out, his deep, baritone voice easily audible over the music and the excited screaming and cheering of his admirers. ‘Alright, you guys take a break, I got this.’

His three coworkers looked rather spent, Ron only just noticed. They must have been dancing about for a while. Moving over to the suddenly flush bartender, they gladly accepted bottles of water and emptied them in seconds before reaching for another.

He tried to ignore his sister pawing at the black man’s bum and instead focused on Fleur who, to his surprise, looked distinctly uncomfortable though smiling politely and Tonks, who was whistling like she was at a Quidditch match.

He gulped in his suddenly dry mouth as the stripper strolled right up to Cho - because of course she would start things off - his cock swaying heavily between his thighs and, amidst the cheers, he sprayed a line of whipped cream along the entire length of his shafr before presenting it to the widely grinning Scottish woman.

He held the towel up like a shield between Cho and the rest of the women, but if he had truly known her, he would have known that was utterly unnecessary. The towel was barely in place before she had her lips running up and down the length of his shaft, the cream a distinct afterthought.

While the towel blocked the others’ view, it didn’t block his and he watched as she took a fraction of the huge cock down her throat while also fondling his balls.

The cheers from the others when they guessed what was going on was deafening. Hermione, Tonks, Ginny, Angie, Alicia and Lisa - the biggest culprits.

When he saw his little sister cheering so wildly, he realised with a sinking feeling something he should have realised the second he stepped into this room.

My little sister… ugh.

She sucked him for only a minute or two and the cheers had died down as they chatted amongst themselves. When he whipped the towel away however, Cho wiping the cream off her lips and grinning slyly, the cheers renewed when they saw a completely spotless and even harder dick.

Joking cries of slag or slut were ignored as Cho smiled smugly, a cat who’d literally eaten the cream.

The big stripper then danced over towards an eager Lisa, bopping in time with the music, but her eyes locked on the dangling slab of man meat. With the towel shielding her too, she eagerly sucked his dick and even played with his butthole - something he really enjoyed - before revealing herself and the perfectly clean dick to her adoring fans.

He swiftly looked away when Ginny had her turn, spying Hermione and Hope having a quiet conversation with one of the strippers. He wondered what that was about. When the cheers for Ginny started up, he wondered if her new boyfriend knew about this and approved like he did.

Not for the first time he wondered if his family had been hasty in cutting Harry off after he dumped Ginny for cheating on him. While some of them had suspected he was telling the truth, the rest refused to believe it of the darling of the Weasley clan. Fleur had cut Bill off entirely until he stopped his blanking of Harry, but it had been too little, too late - the relationship between them all had been severed regardless.

Hard to feel guilty when he’s busy ploughing Greengrass these days. Lucky prick.

When the stripper next approached Tonks, the pretty older witch just smiled up at him with a dazzling smile and flashed him her wedding ring. When he pouted at her, waving his dick in her face insistently, she rolled her eyes and swiped the cream off his dick with her finger and licked it up with a sexy, wicked grin.

He stopped several feet away from Fleur, a completely emotionless, icy stare stopping him in his tracks. She somehow looked down on him from her position sitting next to the bartender on the couch. Stefania, while not as wild as some of the other girls, was still a good sport. She made sure to clean the cock of every spec of cream, but no more. She seemed to treat the experience of sucking the biggest cock she’d likely ever seen as a novelty more than a sexual one.

Like how Fred and George had slipped in one of the ugliest women he’d ever seen to give him one of the filthiest lapdances he’d ever had.

They’d more than made up for it though by getting him a shag with one of the hottest girls there later in the evening, but his father and soon-to-be father-in-law didn’t know about that one.

Still, he supposed Bill’s relationship with Fleur was much different to Charley’s with Stefania.

When an image of Charley grabbing ass and burying his face in the tits of dancers at his bachelor party came to mind, he could only chuckle.

I guess they’re a little more open, but not much.

The lucky stripper who had been devastated at Fleur’s refusal, had his spirits lifted when the gorgeous, raven-haired, Romanian Dragon-Tamer took his cook in her mouth, if only briefly.

Angelina and Alicia showed no reservations with the stripper, almost ignoring the cream entirely and having a blast with trying to get the bloke to cum for them. Ron reckoned that’d be a mighty hard task given the ring around the base of his cock, but not impossible.

When the stripper next approached Hermione and Hope, the younger girl’s face lit up like a tomato. When the towel went up, Hermione got on her knees beside them and seemed to coach the girl. Ron had to admit, seeing the cute girl’s mouth filled with that huge cock was really hot.

Not as hot as seeing his wife take the dick next. Hermione didn’t even wait for the cream or the towel, she just went for it with an eagerness that drove him wild. The girls went wild at seeing that, laughing and cheering her on.

Except Fleur, she looked bored, a fake smile on her face. Stefania looked a bit awkward too, but was still being a good sport.

Ginny, one of the resting strippers wrists in her hand, dragged him over so they were side-by-side with Hermione.

‘Hermione!’ she shouted to be heard over the other girls and the music. Hermione looked up at her, her eyes smiling where her lips clearly could not. ‘Race you!’ Ginny shouted as she got on her knees beside her soon-to-be sister-in-law and started sucking his dick.

Hermione’s eyes widened and she redoubled her effort, the two now sucking their strippers like apparition tubes, racing to see who could get their man to cum first.

The cheers intensified at the naughty game as the girls surrounded, picking their winner. Ron felt thankful that his view had been obscured, but he’d seen enough to make his stomach churn. Hermione was using her standard technique when trying to make a man cum, her lips sealed around the crown with her tongue directly stimulating the glans, one hand stroking the shaft and the other playing with the balls. The hurried motions caused her tits to shake and bounce deliciously and Ron dearly wished they’d caught his eyes before he’d seen what his sister was doing.

It was hard not to stare. Ginny, inexplicably, was deepthroating what had to be a ten-inch cock, her nose pressed right up to the gent’s pelvis.

There was a moment of silence before the cheers redoubled at the sight of the incredible feat.

Did she turn her mouth into a bleeding Mokeskin pouch?!

The guys both stood side-by-side, clearly enjoying the contest for more personal reasons. Their legs spread and their hands on their tilted-back heads, they looked every bit a couple of blokes looking to resist cumming, but failing miserably.

Much to his soon-to-be wife’s annoyance, Ginny came out the victor, spitting out the ridiculous load into her nearby wine flute when Hermione gulped down her man’s release, giving the smugly grinning Ginny the stink-eye.


The two men collapsed on the nearby couch, momentarily spent and grinning at each other.

‘Morgana’s saggy tits Gin, if I didn’t know any better I’d figure you for being a secret Metamorph,’ Tonks exclaimed with shock after the cheering died down. ‘How in the bloody hell did you deepthroat a cock that big without cheating?’


Ron was sure the strippers were all Muggles, but thankfully they chalked off Tonk’s language as some kind of slang between the girls and didn’t even notice the slip-up.

Ginny laughed, looking extremely proud of herself. ‘I had plenty of time to practise at school.’

Several of the witches in the room snapped their heads towards her at that remark.

‘Harry?!’ Hermione squeaked in shock.

Ron did not feel good about this. Not at all.

Ginny only laughed. ‘What? I didn’t date him because of his winning personality!’

Again, Fleur’s eyes narrowed but she swallowed what she was going to say by taking another sip of her champagne, turning to talk with the bartender beside her who’d just topped her glass. There was no need to declare what side of the Harry-Wars she had been on, it had always been obvious. The two had had an inexplicable friendship for years. He wondered why Bill never seemed bothered by it.

It was just weird.

Looking around, Alicia and Angelina looked less than pleased with that comment too, which made more sense. They’d been friends and teammates for years. Most drastic however was even Tonks’ perpetual smile had dimmed at the slight. Those two were like brother and sister, especially after she’d married his uncle-figure in Remus Lupin and he’d became the godfather to her child.

Still, no one said anything and the party resumed. The bartender took the cum-filled glass with a grimace of distaste and Ron had to chuckle. If any bloke he’d known had done something so nasty at a place like this, he didn’t doubt they’d been thrown out on their arses, reserved party or no.

Hot women privileges.

Realising he’d just referred to Ginny as a ‘hot woman,’ he gagged and wished he could just selectively obliviate himself of her presence this evening.

The two strippers waiting in the wings relieved their mates and picked up the slack, dancing and waving their stuff for the other girls. Ron paid less attention to whatever Cho and Lisa were getting up to now and watched as Hermione, her arm around her cousin, exchanged a few quiet words with her.

When they pulled in one of the resting strippers and he saw his eyes widen before looking Hope up and down incredulously, Ron thought he knew what was going on. When the bloke eagerly nodded and led Hope by the hand to one of the couches in the corner, the pretty girl looking excited and horrified in equal measure, Ron knew Hermione had organised for her cousin to lose her virginity this evening.

The bloke pulled the pretty girl onto his lap and the two started snogging each other’s brains out, her hands exploring every bulging muscle on his naked physique and his going straight under her dress and to her world-class tits.

Hope’s nervousness had either been smothered by alcohol, or drowned out by her lust for the admittedly handsome dancer - definitely the pretty-boy of the group.

He felt happy for her.

Her good deed for the night done, Hermione smiled wide and affected an innocent, ‘aw shucks’ pose when the big black bloke, recovered from his break, stalked towards her and circled her like she was his prey. He stopped behind her and they immediately drew the attention of everyone in the room when he slipped the straps of her dress off her shoulders and, with a zip he swore was audible over even the music, the slinky fabric pooled around her feet on the floor.

Hermione stood completely naked save for her stiletto heels, her tiara and the Bachelorette sash.

I wish I had a camera.

The bloke just stood there planting kisses on her neck and Hermione just closed her eyes and leaned back into his embrace, pulling his hands up to cup her tits and biting her lip in the way she always did when she was aroused.

Cho, her smile wide at seeing this, started a chant.

‘Fuck her. Fuck her. Fuck her. Fuck her.’

Hermione’s eyes opened half-way at hearing the chant and she grinned at them sexily, more than ready to put on a show.

Ron shot a quick glance towards Hope and nearly choked on his spit at the sight of her huge tits. The bloke had pulled them out of her dress and was sucking on her large nipples eagerly, but no one was paying them any attention, everyone’s focus on the small pale bachelorette leaning up against the buff ebony god behind her.

They made quite the fetching pair.

Ron felt like his heart was beating out of his chest, his cock trying to tear its way through his trousers. It was so much so fast. All pretences of party games and naughty bachelorette shenanigans were thrown out the window as Hermione was pulled down onto the nearby couch by her lover, her legs spread wide as she straddled the huge bloke, his towering erection doing a pretty good job of covering her dripping and eager slit.

Hermione then started to give him a full lap dance in that position. Her forearms resting on the back of the couch either side of the stripper's head, their faces only inches apart, she gyrated her beautiful bum in hypnotic circles, the ridiculous obelisk always teasing to slip into her dripping folds.

Then they got over the teasing.

Hermione reached her hand back and pulled aside one of her cheeks while the stripper grabbed his cock and nestled the plum-sized head right up against her lips. When Hermione sank down on the shaft, her moan was so loud it was audible even over the music.

That was when he realised the music had been turned down. Now that the strippers were fucking instead of dancing, he supposed it was more appropriate to have it as background noise.

As the girls all cheered and whistled, Ron didn’t know where to look. He could stay where he was and watch as the huge shaft parted his soon-to-be wife’s delicate folds obscenely, her bum back to its circular, lapdance-gyrations, or he could move around the couch and see her face and tits.

It may seem weird to some, but Ron preferred the latter. From behind, his mind could trick him into this woman being any other slag, seeing her face in the throes of passion however, biting her bottom lip in the way that drove him wild, and seeing her tits be suckled on, that was what really got him going.

Hermione and the stripper’s movements were so graceful and sensual that it looked more like a dance than a dirty shag. To even call it a simple fuck seemed cheap somehow, this was two beautiful people expressing their carnal desires in an equally beautiful manner and Ron was so hard he could use his cock as a coat-rack.

‘That’s it Hope, get it girl!’ Cho suddenly shouted and Ron’s gaze was drawn away from the hypnotic sight of his fiancēe to see a completely naked Hope blush scarlet when everyone’s attention was focused on her. Hermione looked annoyed but Ron quickly shifted his gaze to Hope, thinking she looked rather sinfully sexy naked. He still couldn’t believe the girl was a virgin.

Neither could the others, because when her stripper slowly and carefully sank into her, and her wince of pain was obvious, he heard several of them gasp.

‘Oh honey this is your first time?’ Tonks gushed and ran over to her, rubbing comforting circles on her back as the stripper just held his position in her, letting her get used to his size.

Hope, realising there was no use in hiding it, just smiled shyly and shrugged. ‘Guess I’m not a virgin anymore?’

Tonks laughed, her hand not stopping its comforting caresses. ‘Blimey girl, you’re a bit of an overachiever like your cousin ey? Decided to have your first time be on hard-mode?’

Ron had no idea what they were talking about, but the two of them collapsed into a fit of giggles at her words, Hope’s sounding a little hysterical, but her smile was wide and infectious. ‘He’s so hot!’

Tonks and the stripper laughed hysterically and her blush returned with a vengeance.

‘I’m the lucky one here luv. Thank you for this honour,’ the stripper smoothly said to his adorable partner. That earned a grin from Tonks and the pat on the head.

‘You’re alright mate. Take good care of her.’

Ron, feeling a bit dirty at spying on the girl’s special moment without her knowledge, turned back to his fiancēe. They had shifted positions. She was now laying on the nearby wooden coffee table next to the couch she was just shagging on, her elbows supporting her and her legs spread wide. The bloke knelt between them and, with his hands under her knees, he thrust in and out of her in long, steady strokes.

‘Come on stud,’ she urged her lover in a sensual tone. ‘Make me regret getting married.’

Ron bit his fist agains to stifle his groan of arousal. He’d missed this, this feeling, seeing Hermione acting like a total slag. He missed it all.

His sister’s loud and obnoxious voice unfortunately drew his attention away from the incredible sight before him.

‘Oi! What about Fred and George?!’

Angelina and Alicia were bent over the back of one of the couches side-by-side, their bodies rocking in time with the shagging they were getting from the other two strippers behind them. Ron hadn’t even noticed them getting naked and he very much liked what he saw. They’d kept their athletic physiques from Hogwarts and were both incredibly beautiful.

Angelina raised an unimpressed eyebrow and Alicia looked at her like she was daft.

‘You’re trying to lecture us after what you did to Harry? After what Hermione is doing right over there?’

Ginny waved her hand dismissively. ‘They’re not married yet like you slags are, and who cares? It’s just Ron.’

Ron’s nostrils flared at the callous tone.

He’d really ruined his relationship with his best friend for this little spoiled brat?

Hermione, annoyed at the thought of having her incredible shag be interrupted by bickering, looked over at them with narrowed eyes.. ‘Can you lot not do this at my bachelorette party? I’m trying to enjoy myself here.’

‘Tell her,’ Angelina said defensively, equally annoyed. Ron was surprised at the level of animosity her sisters-in-law had shown Ginny this evening. He figured Ginny had lost the Harry-wars harder than he had first imagined, with only her family tepidly sticking by her.

Except Bill. He worshipped the ground Fleur walked on - the true reason Ginny hated her, he suspected - and when Ginny refused to stop calling her Phlegm, she’d lost his sympathy.

Before things could escalate further, a pleasure-filled wail from Hope grabbed all their attention. The girls all cheered when they saw the girl shaking and convulsing in her first penis-provided orgasm. Tonks was still there, her lips to Hope's ear as she played with her clit through the shuddering climax.

He guessed Remus was less concerned with his wife playing with women?

Seemed a bit one-sided to him, but who was he to judge?

‘Tell me what?’ Ginny exclaimed, slurring her words a little as the shock and cheering of Hope’s sudden climax died down. ‘Fred and George are my brothers, Harry is a bloke you played football with in high-school.’

Ron felt his face heat up in anger, the blatant disrespect she was showing him genuinely ruining his good mood - he couldn’t imagine what it was doing to his wife, who, he had on good authority, loved him.

Angelina, annoyed at being accosted and having her buzz killed - and clearly not a big fan of Ginny’s either - rolled her eyes and shook her head in disgust.

‘Your brothers like to swap wives on the sly, without saying anything. They think we don’t know our own husbands. If they can shag other women, we can shag other men. End of conversation.’

Hermione shrugged, her tits bouncing with every thrust as her lover didn’t give two shits about the squabbling. Something about Hermione casually carrying on a conversation while she was being shagged was insanely sexy to him.

Everything she does is sexy to me. I’m so whipped.

‘Seems fair to me. Now drop it Gin, don’t ruin my night.’

Still, Ron had no idea what Fred and George had been doing with each other’s wives. That… was pretty messed up and definitely skirting close to dangerous territory. The girls seemed fine with it though, so he wouldn’t have to beat their asses.

I like to see them try giving me shit about Hermione cucking me now. At least I know it’s happening, and want it to.

Turning away in disgust, Ginny found the next target of her ire. Fleur was sitting in the corner chatting with Stefania and the bartender and paying the room around her no mind. She looked rather bored, to be honest.

‘What’s with you Phlegm? Our company not interesting enough for your incredibly high standards?’

‘Non,’ Fleur answered without even turning to look at the oncoming disaster that was to be the eruption of Mount Ginny.

Seeing Hermione’s annoyed frown, and knowing what his sister was like, he decided to act before she ruined her special evening. Taking out his wand, he discreetly cast the best confundus charm he’d ever cast. Ginny stopped in her tracks, a look of confusion momentarily clouding her features before she grunted in annoyance.

‘I need to use the loo.’

Ron followed behind her discreetly as the others paying attention all breathed out a sigh of relief. Fleur, however, just looked amused. He doubted she would have minded if Ginny swung at her first.

When she was done relieving herself, he found her staring blankly at her reflection in the mirror, the urge to pee gone but the magically imparted confusion still fogging her mind. He used a spell to gently put her to sleep and quickly apparated her to her apartment before returning in less than a minute.

It was then that he realised his actions might also inadvertently ruin his fiancée’s bachelorette party if Ginny never returned from her trip to the loo and everyone thought she was missing.

He winced in phantom pain when he realised what he had to do.

Ron stood by Lisa and Cho watching Hermione fuck the stripper until Lisa left to get a refill. Seeing that no one was watching them, he covered Cho’s mouth with his invisible hand, making sure the fabric didn’t slip and envelop her in the cloak’s effects too. Seeing she was about to whirl and deal some serious damage to his privates, he leaned into her ear and whispered.

‘Relax, it’s me.’

Her tensed muscles instantly relaxed when she recognised his voice and he let her go as a smug smile made its way onto her beautiful features.

She didn’t turn to face him, instead focusing her attention on Angelina and Alicia as she spoke to him.

‘You’re in sooooo much trouble,’ she sing-songed, but sounded otherwise unbothered by his presence.

‘Punishments later,’ he waved her amused threat away but deep down he both relished and feared the inevitable retribution. ‘I just had to let you know I put Ginny to sleep and sent her home, so don’t freak out when she doesn’t come back from the loo. I didn’t want Hermione’s night ruined. Tell the others whatever you need to so that it isn’t.’

Cho’s cheeky grin melted and she pouted. ‘Why did you go and have to do something so sweet you degenerate pervert? I guess this will have to count in your favour when you face trial.’

Ron snorted. ‘I’m sure Hermione will be suitably devious and sexy in her punishment. But now that I’ve got your attention, I just wanted to let you know I’ve been following you all night and you’d have never known I was here had Ginny not spoiled the mood.’

Cho’s grin widened and turned almost wistful. ‘I can’t wait to hear about what Hermione is going to do to you, but thanks for handling Gin. She’s an annoying drunk, she’s even more annoying around the time of Harry’s wedding anniversary. Thanks to you, Hermione can finally focus on enjoying the feeling of a real man shagging her again.’

They both looked at the woman in question. She was scanning the room with a wide smile at the debauchery surrounding her. Her moans increased in volume and cadence when her lover angled his thrusts differently and started rubbing her clit.

‘Look at him, he’s hitting that spot deep in her pussy that you’ll never reach,’ she teased. Hearing his aroused groan, Cho discreetly snuck her hand into the folds of his cloak and found his hard cock slick with pre-cum and being furiously stroked by his hand.

Her grin widened. ‘Tsk, tsk, naughty boy.’

They both started when they heard an amused voice behind them.

‘Eef you do not want ‘Ermione to know she ‘as a stowaway, make eet a leetle less obvious. We are going ‘ome. No one told us zis would be an orgy.’

Stefania stood behind Fleur, smiling at Cho apologetically. She didn’t have a strong grasp on the English language and she stood far enough back that he doubted she’d heard Fleur’s words anyway, but he still nearly had a heart attack. Stefania portrayed her awkward contrition to leaving early with an apologetic smile and shrug, which was all that was needed, really.

‘That’s fine,’ Cho said, calming down from the fright. ‘Thanks for coming and sticking around this long. I thought you’d have left sooner to be honest. See you at the wedding.’

‘I was curious to see ‘ow long Ronald would go unnoticed,’ Fleur said with a teasing smile. ‘Admirable effort, but eef you are trying to go unnoticed, avoid ze puddles next time.’

He doubted it was the puddles that gave him away. While Ginny only saw Fleur as an airheaded bimbo, she was a frighteningly powerful witch who delved cursed and trap-filled tombs for fun and for the challenge - her rich family meaning she never had to work a day in her life. He probably had stepped in a few puddles, but he wouldn’t be surprised if she’d heard his haggard breathing, her sensitive ears honed to notice the subtlest of clicks in trapped ruins.

Why does Ginny keep picking fights with her?

They watched as the two beautiful women sashayed away after bidding the bartender who had kept them company all night farewell.

‘I’d have never figured her to be a prude.’

‘Stop talking to empty air,’ he hissed as Hermione looked over in their direction with curiosity, her face flush with arousal and her tits shaking with every thrust of that huge dick.

‘Fleur and Stefania are taking Ginny home, she got sick in the loo!’ Cho called out to her and Ron winced at the blatant lie, Hermione’s eyebrows raising into her hairline. Fleur was more likely to take a photo of Ginny’s distressed state and laugh at her than help her. ‘Stefania made them do it,’ she said, quickly realising her blunder. ‘They said the party was a bit too intense for them anyway. Their loss! Fuck his brains out and don’t worry about them!’

Ron was impressed with how quickly and easily she’d come up with that story and covered for her mistake. He felt a little sorry for Seamus - if his best man ever manned up and put a ring on her finger.

Hermione distractedly nodded, clearly most of her brain-cells being overloaded with pleasure and not caring too much. Her moans increased again when he snuck a hand under the small of her back and angled her hips better so he could hit her g-spot better with each thrust.

‘Don’t even worry about them, as long as you’re having fun?’ Cho asked, a teasing lilt to her voice Hermione couldn’t have known was meant for him.

‘So much fun,’ Hermione grinned up at her, biting her lip and stifling her moans sexily. She looked down at the length of her body, shining alluringly with a sheen of sweat from her exertions, and eyed the huge, slick cock thrusting in and out of her by her incredibly buff lover. ‘God he’s so big. It feels amazing.’

‘All for you luv,’ the guy smoothly assured, alternating his thrusts and driving the bride-to-be wild with lust.

Ron was again as hard as steel after the recent scare had calmed him down some. The sight of Alicia and Angelina bumping fists, laughing and riding their respective strippers was hot as hell too, as was the sexually awakened Hope getting shagged doggy style by her’s and really getting into it, her huge tits swaying like the pendulum of a clock. None of them made him as hot as his fiancée did though.

None of them were as beautiful.

.

‘You better get it out of your system,’ Cho said out of the corner of her mouth as she stood up and straightened her painted-on dress. ‘When Hermione finds out you were here and spying on her, she’s gonna put you in a cage for your entire honeymoon.’

Ron groaned at the mental image and Cho only chuckled at the expected result, hiding their little byplay much better than she had previously. Ron didn’t much care at that point, his mind assaulting him with images of what Hermione would do to him.

She strutted off, putting an extra sway in her athletic hips for him before reaching Hermione and kneeling on the thick carpet behind her. She whispered something into her ear and for a brief moment, he felt his stomach sink as he worried she’d already ratted him out. However, Hermione only moaned loudly and buried her face in Cho’s neck as her maid-of-honour played with her bouncing nipples.

A guttural moan of pleasure briefly stole his attention away from Hermione over towards his sister-in-law. Angie, who had most of the stripper’s pulsing shaft sheathed in her, his big balls shaking below her world-class ass as it emptied its load into her, cried out in victory.

‘I win!’ she shouted, sounding and looking as if she’d run a marathon, her recent bouts of euphoria making her husky voice sound shaky and giddy. Alicia wasn’t listening though, she had her face buried in her man’s neck and was bouncing on the big shaft like it was a workout. She couldn’t take the similarly sized cock in as deep as Angie could, but he didn’t doubt the rutting couple were close to cumming.

They stole his attention for maybe a second as Hermione’s increasingly desperate moans snapped it right back.

Hermione and her big, dark-skinned lover were practically nose to nose now, with him leaning over her body as he thrust down into her. They held each others’ gazes so intimately that he was surprised he didn’t cum on the spot from the taboo of it - his soon-to-be wife looking so intimate in the arms of another. He wondered if they would kiss, even if that was strictly on his no-no list.

He might not mind so much if it were a stranger, but he’d never tell her that.

‘Are you going to cum in this naughty bride’s pussy?’

How does she do that? How is she so sexy?!

‘You know it luv,’ her lover assured her, earning a deep moan every time he grunted and bottomed out in her. ‘Are you going to walk down the aisle with all my cum leaking down your leg? How’s that for a wedding gift?’

Hermione clearly found the idea as hot as he did, as they both moaned in unison at the sinful idea.

‘Stop hogging him you slag, Lisa and I haven’t had any fun yet,’ Cho joked as she reached between them and started playing with Hermione’s clit. Her moans turned into squeals when Cho made contact, her mouth wide open and her head tilted back. When her lover leaned in to muffle the sounds with his lips, he felt his heart burst with happiness when she turned her head and grinned up slyly at him.

‘No kissing luv, sorry, just fuck me.’

He seemed to find that the funniest thing in the world. Leaning away from her, his god-like physique so slick with sweat it looked like he’d just jumped out of the pool.

‘You’re too much,’ he said, his tone full of mirth. ‘You’re here at your bachelorette party fucking me, no hesitation, but kissing is off the table?’

‘That’s my husband’s only rule,’ she replied innocently, moaning again when Cho made another pass at her clit.

Ron felt an unexpected thrill when Hermione referred to him as her husband, even if it wasn’t technically true yet.

He paused and looked at her in surprise for a few moments before chuckling and shaking his head, going back to thrusting away into her lithe body with abandon. ‘Man, you know you have a wild job when you hear that and it’s not even the wildest thing I’ve heard this week.’

He said it between grunts, the strain in his voice letting everyone know his end was soon coming.

‘Yeah?’ Hermione asked, her tone breathy and her eyes wide with lust. ‘You fuck other men’s wives often?’

‘All the time,’ he boasted and chuckled. ‘You’re all the same, believe it or not. Tell me,’ he said, a conspiratorial grin on his face. ‘Am I bigger than him?’

He laughed again at the look of lust that crossed her face at his question. Cho laughed louder though. ‘So much bigger, in every way. His dick looks tiny compared to yours.’

‘Poor bloke,’ he said with a huff as a bead of sweat dripped off his nose and onto Hermione’s tit. ‘I wonder if he knows how much of a dirty slag his beautiful wife is?’ he asked, his grunts increasing in intensity. ‘I should give you my number, let him watch next time. Show him how a real man fucks.’

Cho’s hysterical laugh was lost on the two as they neared their climax.

‘I’m cumming!’ he said with urgency.

‘In me,’ Hermione urged. ‘Fill me up.’

With a groan Ron assumed was akin to the one he’d make when he bench-pressed a lorry, he bottomed out in his wife’s delicate pussy and emptied his seed, his huge cock pulsing and his legs twitching with each spurt.

‘Cumming!’ Hermione wailed as she followed him over the edge, no doubt the warm feeling of all that cum filling her up too much for her.

‘Your little pussy is squeezing me so tight luv,’ he groaned as Hermione convulsed between her big lover and Cho. When he finally stood and backed away, Ron came at the sight of the truly prodigious amount of thick cum oozing out of Hermione’s pussy when Cho sat her up and facilitated it. All three laughed at the sight, one of them looking mighty proud.

‘I better get this cleaned up,’ Hermione admitted with a giggle as she cupped a hand over her womanhood to stop making too much of a mess.

‘Wait, do you mind?’ the man asked as he took out his tell-a-phone and motioned to her raw and leaking pussy. Hermione grinned widely.

‘Go ahead, just no faces.’

The guy smiled widely and with a click, took the picture of his wife’s freshly fucked body. He showed her and she was apparently pleased with what she saw as she bit her lip in arousal. Taking the phone, she started tapping on the screen rapidly.

The man’s smile widened when she handed the phone back. ‘I might have need of your services again, you never know.’

‘Good job slut, he’s already getting hard again,’ Cho said with a wild laugh. ‘Finally, I can have my own turn.’

Another shrill wail let them know that Hope still wasn’t done shagging her stripper. They looked over to see the uninhibited girl riding her lover, her big tits bouncing so much Ron didn’t know how they didn’t get in the way.

‘Well done Hope!’ Hermione cheered her cousin on and the young woman looked up at them with a tired smile.

‘Thanks for this ‘Mione,’ she said, her voice cracking as her body convulsed with her latest climax.

‘Rest up and drink some water, the night’s still young. We’re not done yet!’ Hermione said with a wide smile as she looked around at the debauchery of the room before making her way to the loo, not even bothering to cover up.

Unable to help himself and with his recent orgasm clouding his judgement, he hurriedly followed his wife into the loo like an obedient puppy, not even looking to see if he’d been careful enough to avoid detection.

When he stumbled into the immaculately clean bathroom, Hermione, a handful of tissue paper collecting the thick load oozing out of her red and inflamed pussy, started in fright and looked at the empty space in shock. Realising what was wrong, he whipped off his cloak and revealed himself, cock limp and still hanging out of his zipper and a no-doubt frenzied look in his eyes.

‘You filthy little slut,’ he growled as she shrieked in surprise at his sudden arrival. She quickly calmed however and as he crawled towards her and replaced the soiled toilet paper with his mouth, the look of shock morphed into one of exasperated amusement.

Moaning as she felt him start to lick her clean, she chuckled deep in her throat. ‘Oh you naughty, naughty boy. You have no idea how much trouble you’re in.’

Ron only hummed in understanding, but didn’t stop swallowing the load that was still oozing out of her. When he’d first developed this disgusting habit, he’d never imagined a time when he’d genuinely be glad to be doing it again.

Running a gentle hand through his ginger locks, she leaned against the wall and hummed in approval. ‘Oh, it’s been so long since we’ve done this. Too long, I think. You’re starting to get ideas above your station.’

‘Yes mistress,’ he mumbled gleefully, his mouth full of a stranger’s seed and his tongue deep in his soon-to-be wife’s pussy. ‘Whatever you say, mistress.’

Her dark chuckle went straight to his flagging cock, zapping a second life into it.

‘You miss the taste of a superior man’s cum?’ she asked, yanking his hair harshly when he didn’t immediately answer. ‘I asked you a question!’

‘Yes mistress.’

Hermione’s delighted laugh made him feel giddy in the most twisted way imaginable. ‘I love you so much, pet.’

‘I love you too mistress,’ he panted, the endless stream of cum leaking out of her pussy finally exhausted. ‘You’re so beautiful, you’re perfect. You were so hot out there, fucking that bloke like it was the most normal thing in the world.’

He looked up at her adoringly and she looked down with an amused smirk on her face, stroking his face gently.

‘You’re wearing the cage on our honeymoon. Because of your inability to control yourself, on the week where we’re supposed to be consummating our marriage, your little dick isn’t going anywhere near your wife.’

By the way her breath hitched and her cheeks flushed as she spoke, it was clear she was as turned on and excited by the idea as he was. Turned on by putting him in that infernal cage and dominating him again, but this time as her husband.

‘Whatever you say,’ he demurred, and his acquiescence seemed to turn her on as much as watching her fuck did him.

‘You’re such a good little cuck,’ she cooed, back to rubbing the side of his face. He closed his eyes and luxuriated in her delicate touch. When he opened them again he was surprised to see her holding her wand and smirking wickedly at him.

Where the bloody hell was she hiding that?!

With a flick of her wrist, his wand came soaring out of his pocket and flew right in her hand. ‘You won’t be needing this anymore tonight,’ she said with certainty before leading him to the corner of the loo, somewhere out of the way, and casting another spell at him. His eyes widened when a stone manacle and chain grew out of the wall and encased both of his wrists before retracting and pulling tight.

With his back hard up against the wall, his wrists secured tightly above his head, Hermione then cast a notice-me-not charm on him before throwing his invisibility cloak over his helpless form.

‘If it had just been me you were spying on like a dirty little pervert, I might have forgiven you and sent you home. But you spied on the others too. Without their permission.’

A look of genuine irritation marred her features when she said this, and he had just enough time to feel guilty before the irritation melted into amusement.

‘I’m going to go back out there and collect another load for you to clean up. Maybe more than one. How does that sound?’

She couldn’t see him, but at the sound of his painfully aroused groan, she laughed in delight.

‘See you soon, naughty boy,’ she said as she strutted out, her hips swaying widely and, with one final, lusty look over her shoulder at his position, she stepped back out into the club.

Despite being tied up and chained in the loo like a slave, Ron couldn’t deny how turned on he was. She’d left him there looking pathetic with his cock as hard as it had ever been, and the only thing going through his mind is regret at not being able to see what craziness she was about to get up to with his betrayal fresh in her mind.

I missed this so much.

He was shocked by how much he honestly meant that, even as Cho joined him in the bathroom, completely naked and smiling wickedly, a hand covering her naked pussy.