Mr. and Mrs. Cuck - Chapter 01 (Patreon)

Preface:

Hey guys, this is a new story I’ve specifically set up to allow me to basically write cuckold kink prompts in my style for as long as I want. Harry and Ginny both have the kink, and they alternate each month, once a month, who gets to play it out for the other.

This chapter will start with Ginny cucking Harry and as it alternates in their lives, each chapter will alternate too. The chapters will be told from the cuckold’s POV.

I have a few ideas for a fair few chapters already, but Patrons can feel free to message me or leave in the comments ‘prompts’ that’d fit in this story’s style and I’ll consider turning it into a chapter - so long as it generally fits my vibe of good feels and no m/m.

Hope you enjoy!

Cast:

Ginny Potter - Rose Leslie

Chapter 1

Harry hummed in approval as he set up a roaring bonfire and conjured half a dozen comfortable armchairs to surround it.

He really did love Shell Cottage, especially when he and his brothers-in-law would hang out on the cliff-top where the view of the sea was breathtaking, the water’s constant ebbs and flows also providing an almost hypnotic, relaxing ambiance.

The entire Weasley clan sans the patriarch, matriarch and too-good-for-his-family Percy had had a wonderful evening out to celebrate Bill and Fleur’s five year wedding anniversary. The intimate, boutique restaurant Fleur had made reservations at had truly delivered on some world-class dining, Arthur and Molly’s sudden bout of Puffskein flu only slightly dampening the mood of the otherwise magical evening.

Harry paused, then frowned, looking over at the Weasley men all huddled together and pretending to be setting up the wind breaker for the women.

That’s not entirely true…

His brothers-in-law had, to a one, all been acting rather strangely towards him all evening. They’d been…overly friendly, often forcefully dragging him into every conversation, even if they were happening concurrently. Laughter had felt forced, there’d been awkward stares and secretive nods he assumed they didn’t know he’d noticed.

Okay, maybe the evening wasn’t so magical.

After setting up their customary bonfire and comfortable circle of armchairs, Harry looked over to the charming cottage. The women seemed fine, all of them holding partially filled glasses of wine and giggling over something or other by the magical light of Bill and Fleur’s back porch.

Looking over to the single, solitary oak tree several dozen feet away, his eyebrows rose when he spied Ron, Charlie, Bill and the twins in conference, looking rather serious and agitated.

What the bloody hell is going on?

Whatever it was, he figured he was about to find out. Leaning into the plush, high-backed armchair that looked like it belonged in a palatial study, not a cliff-top clearing, Harry sighed and stretched out, crossing his legs at the ankles and nursed his bottle of non-alcoholic butterbeer.

When the boys finally decided to join him, Harry only raised an eyebrow inquisitively. Ron looked like he’d eaten something foul, Bill looked sympathetic, Charlie resolute and the twins pained.

‘Finally decide to tell me what’s got you lot in such a sorry state?’

They all looked at each other uncomfortably, the Weasley boys, as ever, as subtle as a sledgehammer. The awkward silence remained until Fred grunted in annoyance, and spoke.

‘Harry, mate, you know we love you. You’re not just Ginny’s husband, you’re like our kid brother.’

George frowned, the expression looking as foreign on his features as happiness on Snape’s, then picked up for his twin. ‘Which is why, despite struggling to do so, we need to tell you this.’

His head turned to Fred as soon as he felt the period in George’s sentence, far too used to their annoying yet endearing method of speech at this point.

‘There’s no easy way to say this, and it kills us doing it, but Ginny’s cheating on you.’

Harry felt like a huge weight had suddenly been lifted from his shoulders. He hadn’t even realised he’d stopped breathing until his head started throbbing, his brain demanding oxygen. ‘Bloody hell! Thank God, I thought you idiots were about to tell me something horrible, like your parents actually had Dragon Pox or something.’

To a man they all looked at him like he’d suddenly grown a second head and started professing his love for Draco Malfoy.

‘Mate,’ Ron said cautiously, speaking as if he’d gone off the deep-end and he was worried he was about to explode. ‘Did you…understand what we said? Are you okay?’

It was honestly rather touching how concerned they looked for him, especially since it was their beloved baby sister that had apparently hurt him so.

‘I heard you just fine,’ Harry assured them with a casual wave of his hand. ‘I am curious how you found out, but Ginny’s not cheating on me. Cheating implies she’s doing it behind my back, or without my knowledge and vociferous approval.’

Ron and the twins gaped at him in shock, the tension leaving their bodies as quickly as it’d left his.

Charlie snorted in amusement, crossing his muscular arms and rolling his eyes. ‘Great, another one,’ he muttered under his breath.

Bill only raised an inquisitive eyebrow, somehow managing to look both surprised and pained.

He supposed he understood. Not everyone would be thrilled or excited to know their baby sister was a freak - or that she’d married one.

‘What are you on about?’ Ron asked, his eyes narrowed. His best mate had never liked being in the dark, and looking at his brothers, it was clear they’d been quicker on the uptake than he’d been.

Harry only stared at him, unbothered despite the personal nature of the questioning.

He didn’t really have any shame when it came to his sex life. Hadn’t for many years, really. He and Ginny liked what they liked, and their relationship and love for each other was iron-clad.

‘Mate, you get green in the face any time it’s even hinted that I have sex with my wife,’ he said, his tone both dry and amused. ‘Now you want to know intimate details about our love life?’

Charlie snorted again as Ron, true to his nature, looked ill all over again. The brothers all collapsed bonelessly into their own chairs now that the tension had been successfully dispelled, a potentially damaging and dramatic crisis averted.

‘We were at an old schoolmate’s birthday party at the Three Broomsticks,’ Fred began explaining before George took over. ‘Michael Corner was there too. He had way too many firewhiskies - idiot was proper smashed.’

Harry winced, quickly realising where this was going.

Fred carried on. ‘Wanker wouldn’t shut-up about cucking the great Harry Potter. Everyone just ignored him, but when he got annoyed that no one believed him, he started describing everything in detail, including things about her body he rightly shouldn’t know.’

George shrugged. ‘We figured at that point we’d better take care of him. Everyone just thought we were pissed off he was talking that way about Gin - and we were - but when the wanker started gloating about it, we obliviated him and left him passed out in the loo.’

‘With a bunch of wicked shiners to boot. So you’re saying you knew?’

Harry clinked glasses with the twins and shrugged. ‘Of course, and thanks for taking care of him. I don’t really care who knows about our exploits, but it could hurt Ginny’s career or future sponsorship deals.’

‘Exploits?’ Charlie asked as he leaned back in his chair, taking a sip of firewhiskey. ‘What are you two into? You got an open relationship deal like Bill and Fleur?’

Bill seemed particularly interested in the answer, but Ron just looked confused.

‘He already said he does, didn’t he?’ Ron asked, furrowing his brow. ‘Harry already said he knows and Ginny’s not keeping it a secret from him.’

They all looked at him in confusion.

‘What?’ Ron asked, flustered and getting defensive. ‘They’re open and honest with each other about it, so they’re in an open relationship, right? I don’t understand the question.’

The women all looked over, having started in surprise when the twins just burst out laughing, their uncontrollable, explosive guffaws likely to have echoed all along the cliffs had the Fidelius Charm not made such a thing impossible. Charlie looked at him like he wasn’t sure if he was joking and Bill just tried to hide behind his butterbeer, looking embarrassed for his little brother.

Ron was getting ready to erupt, his face getting redder and redder as the twins’ laughter only redoubled at the frustrated and clueless look on his face.

‘Ron, mate,’ Harry began gently, trying to sound sympathetic without coming across as condescending - halting the eruption of Mount. Ron was an acquired skill. ‘An open relationship means the couple is non-monogamous. They have permission to date or shag people other than their partners.’

He looked so confused Harry thought he might honestly hurt himself, the logic loop in his brain running in circles and just failing to compute. Then his eyes widened and he turned to Bill in shock.

‘You and Fleur shag other people?’ he hissed, trying desperately to make sure his voice didn’t carry over to the women. He needn’t have worried, between the twins’ continued laughter, the roaring and the crackling of the fire and the general sounds of the wind and ocean, there wasn’t a chance of that.

Bill only smirked and shrugged, taking a pull of his drink, the glass reflecting the firelight. ‘When we feel like it.’

Ron turned to the twins with a scowl. ‘Why are you two idiots still laughing?!’

Fred, wiping the tears from his eyes, gasped in huge gulps of air. He made to answer, but as soon as they all thought he’d calmed down, another bout of giggles made speech impossible. Luckily, his twin was able to control himself long enough to answer.

‘Just the thought that you’d actually think there was a term for a relationship where the couples are open and honest with each other.’

After George had put words to the source of their mirth, their laughter started up again, clearly contagious. Charlie smirked into his drink, shaking his head in disbelief. ‘Ron, mate, you’re the gift that keeps on giving.’

Seeing that Mount. Ron was quickly getting to erupt again, Harry expertly intervened.

‘We’ve not got an open relationship - not exactly.’

He instantly had all their attention, Fred and George reduced to only the occasional giggle as they wiped tears from their eyes. Seeing their interest, he frowned. ‘This is your baby sister, you sure you want to know?’

Both Ron - who’d thankfully calmed down - and Bill looked a little queasy, but the others looked more intrigued than disgusted and shrugged.

‘Sure, if you’re comfortable telling us. No pressure.’

Harry shrugged again, sinking deeper into his armchair and cracking his neck with a groan. ‘Oh, it doesn’t bother me - I’m not ashamed or anything, and it’s not like the cat isn’t already out of the bag. His inability to keep his mouth shut aside, Corner wasn’t lying.’

The statement earned varying different, but shocked reactions. Fred and George snorted butterbeers out of their noses, Bill raised both eyebrows in surprise and Charlie looked disbelieving.

Ron leaned over to George and whispered loud enough for them all to hear.

‘What’s a cuckold?’

‘It’s a fetish,’ he explained, his shock robbing him of any potential mirth. ‘It means he gets off on watching his wife shagging other blokes.’

Harry snorted in amusement when he couldn’t even refer to his sister by name.

‘You’re really a -’ Fred began, then thought better of it and lowered his voice, seeing the women were suddenly a bit too interested in their conversation. ‘You’re a cuckold?’

Harry nodded, taking another pull. ‘We both are.’

That statement earned even more shocked and confused reactions.

‘Wait,’ Charlie said, holding up his hands. ‘Back up, I’m confused. What’s the dynamic here?’

‘Ginny and -’ he rolled his eyes when they all, as once, winced when he said her name. ‘My wife and I get really turned on when we watch the other shagging someone else so, once a month we…do?’

Silence greeted that bombshell. The brothers all leaned back into their chairs and stared blankly into the fire, likely trying to erase the knowledge of the last ten minutes from their minds.

He honestly wouldn’t be surprised if they asked him to obliviate them.

He was rather talented with mind magic. Not that they knew that.

‘That’s…unexpected,’ Bill finally broke the silence. ‘That doesn’t sound like her at all. She used to beat up Ron when he’d steal her toy broomstick.’

The others, even Ron, chuckled at that. Clearly, it was a fond memory.

‘I was just as surprised as you lot when I first found out but, err, it’s very effective.’

Ron held up his hands to forestall any further talk. ‘Right-o, we don’t need any more details.’

Despite Ron being the most prudish and sensitive to the topic of conversation, by far, the others nodded and agreed with him.

‘How?’ George asked, his tone filled with morbid curiosity. ‘I mean, how’d you get into it?’

Harry tilted his head back in thought, his mind wandering back to one magical night at Hogwarts - in the Prefect’s Bath, specifically.

‘It was kind of an accident - finding out I mean. It started at Hogwarts. I’d snuck off to the Prefect’s Baths one night for a private soak and, well, my wife stumbled in with someone else,’ they collectively winced again at that. ‘I disillusioned myself out of embarrassment but just ended up…watching. Despite fancying her, it really turned me on - been a thing for me ever since, even more so after we started dating.’

They all lapsed into silence again as they digested that, either staring into the flames or up into the cloudless night sky.

Harry was of the latter persuasion.

I wonder if there’s a way to alter wards to give them an upwards magnifying effect, or even just a way to counter light pollution?

His tinkerer-esque musings, often so vital for his profession and to get his creative juices flowing, were interrupted by Ron.

‘I don’t get it,’ he said, shaking his head and frowning in disbelief. ‘Just the thought of Hermione with someone else makes me… not just angry, but queasy. Sick to my stomach.’

The twins nodded, being of similar persuasion themselves with Angie and Alicia.

‘It’s not for everyone,’ Harry said with a shrug. ‘Or even most people. It’s probably a pretty niche kink.’ He frowned, looking up at the stars again. ‘I’m not some kind of golem, I feel those things too, as well as some angst and plenty of jealousy, but that all gets mixed in with arousal and, I dunno, it just drives us crazy. It obviously helps knowing we really love each other and it’s just a kink, not a lifestyle I guess.’

They all lapsed into silence again as they thought on his words. Charlie looked the least bothered by it, general thoughts of his sister being a sexual creature aside - he’d always been super chill about such things, like Bill’s relationship - while the eldest Weasley heir looked thoughtful.

I’m honestly surprised they haven’t tried that kind of play, especially knowing Fleur.

Harry chuckled when he saw the look on Ron’s face. He looked constipated. His mate looked up at him in confusion and he grinned.

‘Just ask. You won’t offend me unless you say anything bad about my wife.’

‘I just…don’t get it. I understand kinks and fantasies. We have them too, and even do some stuff, but they’re just fantasies. Pillow talk. I just… don’t see the point, I guess? Why even be married?’

He’d directed that question more towards Bill than himself, but it still stood.

‘Feel free to not answer, but how many times do you shag Hermione a week?’

Blushing, Ron was a good sport about it and answered the personal question. ‘Lately? Not much at all, pregnancy and all that, but before that? Once or twice?’

Fred answered similarly while George and Bill answered with three or four. Charlie only smirked, the roguish bachelor coming back with a typical response.

‘As many times as I feel like it.’

Harry nodded and shrugged. ‘We shag pretty much every day.’

He laughed as he got booed, while Ron shot stinging hexes at him that he had to bat away and Fred called bollocks on his claim.

After they’d calmed down, he grinned. ‘We’re either always attacking each other because we’re remembering the latest experience, or we’re always at each other because we’re getting excited for the next one.’

Seeing their mostly continued looks of disbelief, he rolled his eyes. ‘GIN!’ he shouted, causing the boys to pale. ‘How often do we shag?’

Ginny held up her drink and answered without hesitation, earning giggles and laughter from her sisters-in-law. ‘Every day!’

After their giggles and squeals died down, Harry grinned at his brothers. ‘As I said, it works for us. We’re pretty much always horny and our sex life is really strong. None of it would work if we didn’t love and trust each other completely, I don’t think it works otherwise. I know she loves me more than anything, and I trust her to know my limits and push my buttons - she’s the same.’

The silence this time was a lot more thoughtful.

‘I’m not saying to try what we do, actively discourage it actually,’ he shot a quick glance and grin at Bill, who only snorted into his drink. ‘But you guys should definitely try incorporating some more kinks into your sex lives - if you even want more sex, that is.’

‘I dunno mate, Fred mused, chuckling into his drink. ‘More than two times a week sounds like…so much work.’

That earned another round of raucous laughter.

-

He’d stayed pretty late at Shell Cottage, long after Ginny and many of the other wives had left. It had been a while since they’d all gathered and just caught up with each other.

The news that Charlie might be moving back to the UK to start his own Dragon reserve had them all excited. While he was never more than a few hops away, International travel was always such a pain - especially into Eastern European countries.

Harry had offered to sponsor him for a share of his business and Bill had immediately done likewise. The others had said they’d talk it over with their wives and they’d spent the rest of the night talking possibilities.

When he flooed back to their flat however, his pulse quickened when he saw a brand new, plus-size chastity cage proudly sitting in its box on the coffee table. He chuckled when he remembered how he’d destroyed the last one in a frenzy to get at his cock and wank off.

This one had a five-inch long and curved cage for his shaft, which would make it a tight fit. He often hung longer than that when soft.

Seeing the time and realising Ginny could be home at any minute, he quickly stripped out of his clothes and excitedly grabbed the device. Passing his balls and shaft through the ring, he squeezed into the cage, his normally eight-inch-when-hard cock now squeezed into a cage almost half the size and already causing him delicious aching and torment.

Ginny had left the after party at Shell Cottage pretty early, begging off with lies about an early morning practise session she needed to get to bed for. The talk about their sex lives had reminded him what time of the month it was, and when he’d seen his wife giving him a sexy wink before disappearing into the house, it was all he could do to pay attention to the conversation that had followed.

She’d had almost three hours at this point to find a lover for the evening - she could be home any minute. There was always the possibility that she could take her lover to a hotel and let him experience his cuckolding through her memories, but she knew how much he preferred to see the action in person.

And his wants and desires were always at the forefront of her mind when they played. As was hers when the roles were reversed.

Rushing into their room, his cock bouncing and tinkling with every hurried step, he groaned at the sight of the place. There was something deliciously emasculating about Ginny having left their room looking like a hurricane had passed through, fully expecting him to clean up after her in preparation for her lover.

He had no idea what she was planning. Normally, he knew where she was finding her playmate. Would it be someone they knew? One of her old lovers? A fellow Wizard? Or would she go find a muggle at a nightclub?

I’m guessing the latter given the amount of slutty dresses all over the floor.

When he heard the key jingling in the front door, he had his answer and his excitement grew, his bollocks aching as his shaft tried to harden and the ring pulled at them agonisingly.

Looking over at the armchair by the window, he grinned.

I deserve this for making her that chair.

With a final look about, he was satisfied that he’d left the room spotless. Hearing voices, he rushed into the closet and waited in darkness, the sudden silence only allowing for him to hear the rapid beating of his heart.

Then he heard them. His wife’s giggles followed by a deeper, more richer and baritone chuckle. He sounded like he’d be big, a voice that low on someone small would almost be comical.

He also knew his wife’s tastes…

He sucked in a quiet breath when he heard them stumble into the bedroom clearly not messing about, and he jumped when a powerful, unexpected impact caused the door to rattle against its hinges. Then he heard his wife and her lover’s needy moans and groans, their lips smacking together as they snogged.

It was all he could do to resist releasing himself and wanking at the highly erotic sounds and situation.

They kissed for what felt like minutes, his wife’s sexy moans growing more needy and urgent. Eventually though, they stopped and the bloke spoke.

‘Bathroom through there?’

‘Mhmm,’ Ginny moaned affirmatively, sounding dazed after minutes of intense kissing. ‘Take your time, I’ll change into something more comfortable.’

He chuckled. ‘I can’t wait.’

When he heard the door to the bathroom open and shut, the sound of his tinkling echoing off the tiled wall, his wife opened the closet door and looked him up and down, utterly unsurprised by the sight of him. She bit her lip and whined in arousal as she eyed his chastity cage, his shaft struggling manfully against its bonds and his bollocks red and aching.

His wife was the most beautiful creature on Earth, especially when she was aroused.

Her pale, pretty face, with her defined jawline and high and prominent cheekbones was flushed with her desire, her almond-shaped eyes burning with need. She was dressed in a scandalous bodycon dress that showed plenty of cleavage and was so short, her toned bum would pop out if she so much as bent over.

He suspected the black dress would not be long for this world, and he was right when she showed her secret Slytherin-side by shedding it in an instant. Her open-toed heels were next, but all he had eyes for was his wife’s athletic and toned frame, his eyes drawn to her perky tits, pink nipples and her muscular arms and shoulders.

He idly noted, with mounting excitement, that she was even starting to develop some proper abs.

He loved athletic girls. Had always been attracted to them ever since he’d accidentally walked in on his teammates in the showers at Hogwarts.

He didn’t fail to notice that she kept all her jewellery on, every piece a gift from him. His eyes shot to her wedding and engagement rings and he felt himself throb.

His wife wasn’t getting naked for him.

She looked at him with a smirk. ‘You know what to do.’

Swallowing his groan, he pulled out his wand and swished it with practised ease. A chair identical to the one he’d conjured earlier materialised in the middle of their spacious closet. He sat in it obediently and his wife, flicking her wrist and summoning her own wand from her invisible holster, cast four, quick incarcerous charms on his wrists and ankles, binding them with thick, sturdy and comfortable rope.

She was very practised with the spell.

Satisfied that he was sufficiently bound, and after another long, smouldering look at his caged cock, she gently pressed her knee against his heavy bollocks and leaned down until her lips were right against his ear, her hot breath sending tingles down his spine.

'He's so sexy,' she whispered, her voice quivering, needy and filled with sexual desire. 'His cock is so big, honey. So much bigger and thicker than yours. I can't wait until he takes me on our marriage bed - it's been too long since I've had a real man who knows how to fuck me like a real man should. Not like you, like a clueless little boy.'

By the end of her salacious monologue, Harry very much resembled his aching cock and balls. Red, salivating and struggling futilely against his bindings. He felt like a caged dog who had gone too long without a meal, his eyes as wild and as crazed as one too.

Ginny leaned back, smirking at his sorry state while still rubbing his bollocks with her knee.

When her face passed too close to his while she was teasing him, he lashed out and tried to capture her rosy lips with his own. Ginny pulled back, her seeker's reflexes having even surpassed his own. She giggled and tutted, shaking her head.

'We can't have that, you naughty widdle boy,' she teased, affecting an emasculating baby accent. When she turned her back to him, he groaned and breathed in heavily through his nostrils when she rubbed her bum against his caged cock. He wanted to scream when she bent at the waist and casually slid her clearly damp knickers down her toned, sexy legs.

He watched them like an owl through their unreasonably long journey, his breath hitching when he saw something for the briefest of moments that sent his pulse racing.

Ginny spun around, twirling her knickers around her finger and grinning at him with one of the sexiest expressions she'd ever mustered.

'We can't have your pathetic widdle whimpers and moans disturbing our evening,' she said with an exaggerated pout, her lower lip producing adorably.

He was almost in sensory overload. The situation in general, his wife's insanely sexy teasing, the view of her naked lithe, athletic figure that was infuriatingly just out of reach, her delectable perky tits…

Ron has asked him earlier why they did this. If only he could submit his cock almost breaking out of the stainless steel cage as evidence.

She's amazing!

When they heard her lover's ablutions finish with the turning of the tap, the husband and wife finally broken out of their reverie, Ginny's eyes widened and she quickly shoved her knickers in his mouth and affixed them in place with a final swish of her wand.

As the cloth wrapped around his head and mouth, he felt the damp material touch his tongue, and his eyes widened in shock.

A familiar, salty taste registered as he almost started to hyperventilate.

Her knickers were soaked in cum.

They'd already shagged.

Ginny winked. 'Behave,' she ordered, trying to sound serious but the effect was ruined by the corners of her lips twitching. 'Behave,' she reiterated as he started to thrash against his bindings, 'or you won't get to watch as Raheem makes me scream like you wish you could.'

He froze and his eyes widened when, with a wicked smirk, his sexy, naked and ready-to-fuck wife spun on her heels and closed the door to the closet behind her without activating the enchantment that'd let him watch through the closed door.

His eyes wide, he bucked against the restraints so hard he almost tipped the chair back onto the floor. Finally, he forced himself to calm down, reigning in his racing heart and controlling his ragged breathing. The taste of cum in his mouth was so strong he couldn’t think straight, but in the darkness, he was able to finally steady his heartbeat and hear the gentle murmurs of hushed conversation not a few feet from him.

When his heart stopped thundering in his ears, he could hear the gentle murmuring, but couldn’t make out what they were saying. The wet smacking of lips and gentle moans were clear enough though, and it made his imagination run wild. His lovely wife in the arms of another, her naked body being caressed all over while she stood on her tippy toes and snogged his brains out.

Then, with his eyes closed and his ears hyper-focused and listening, he heard the sheets rustling and the springs on their marital bed compress. Someone heavy had just sat on the bed he shared with his wife, where some of his fondest memories were created.

‘Get me hard, luv.’

When he heard the deep, muffled voice make the command, he had to forcefully stop himself from groaning and giving himself away. He imagined the bloke cradling a huge shaft and swiping it across his wife’s pretty face, her eyes closed and her smile serene.

Then the image was shattered into a million pieces when he heard Ginny’s muffled moan, the familiar wet, slurping sounds of her sucking a big cock assaulting his senses.

His imagination ran wild, his mind torturing him with images just as vivid as his eyes might have had Ginny activated the charm - his beautiful wife on her knees on the plush carpet, a gigantic cock spreading her lips so obscenely wide that he couldn’t even make out the smirk she was giving him around it.

‘Stop, stop,’ the deep voice commanded again with an amused chuckle. ‘I don’t want to cum in your mouth again you horny minx, and we’ve got all night, there’s no rush.’

Harry huffed against the cum-soaked knickers in his mouth, his saliva somehow extracting more of the discharge his wife had apparently also sampled earlier. Ginny hadn’t left Shell Cottage that long ago, he imagined she’d all but rushed to get ready when she came home and flew out to the nearest club, finding the biggest bloke in the place and sucking him off in the middle of the dance floor like a needy slag, her wedding and engagement rings glistening for all to see.

‘Mm, I can’t wait to feel this big boy inside me again, daddy,’ she cooed sexily. Luckily, the bloke groaned even louder than Harry at the insanely erotic tone, so he wasn’t busted when his wife surprised them both with that gem.

‘When’s your old man due home?’ he asked, his voice amused and thick with lust.

‘Don’t worry about him,’ Ginny urged, the sound of more compressing springs and rustling sheets letting him know she’d joined him on the bed. ‘You just focus on picking up his slack and shagging his wife better than he ever could.’

He whimpered quietly and thrashed against his bindings again as the bloke laughed in delight, before the sounds of their kissing filled the room. His mind tortured him with more erotic images that only served to make his bollocks ache and his shaft throb angrily.

He imagined his wife draped over the bloke’s large body and grinding against him as they kissed, their asses facing the closet door and their fingers intertwined, the two entangled in a passionate embrace.

Then imagination became a poor imitation of reality and he felt like he’d been punched in the gut. He was not prepared for what he saw.

Ginny had used the distraction of sucking the muggle bloke’s face off to palm her wand and blindly activate the enchantment on their closet. In an instant, he was no longer sitting in darkness and had a clear view of the entirety of their bedroom, the door turning one-way transparent and giving him an unrestricted view.

Harry sucked in a breath, his eyes wide as he beheld the scene before him.

Ginny, disappearing her wand back into its invisible holster was straddling a large black bloke - she’d called him Raheem - his cock towering and resting against her pale bum. She’d utterly outdone herself again, he’d never seen a bigger cock. The obscene, obsidian shaft close to a foot long and as thick as his wrist.

He couldn’t make out much else of the man from his angle other than he had large feet and they dangled off the end of his bed.

The bloke groaned as Ginny sandwiched the glistening shaft between her toned bum cheeks and started bouncing her hips, effectively stroking him with her sexy behind. She looked over her shoulder in his general direction with a cheeky grin as she performed her little dance, sending him a naughty wink as she mouthed the word big.

The transparency enchantment may only be one-way, but his wife knew him well enough to know what his reaction would be not only to the scene before him, but to her behaviour. He whimpered, his muscles straining so hard against his bindings they started to ache.

He was genuinely worried he might pull something.

No pun intended.

The benefits of this kind of play, and doing it with someone he loved and trusted was that she knew exactly what buttons to push, and how hard to push them. Ginny seemed to prefer finding black lovers, not because she had a fetish for them, but because she knew it reminded him of the first time he’d watched her take another man. She picked blokes that were bigger than him in body and cock not because he was insecure, but because she knew how much it turned him on to see her salivating for things like that.

Their kinks were like an instrument, and throughout their relationship, Harry and Ginny had spent many nights learning how to play them like maestros. And it worked. Well.

When Ginny slid up the bloke’s body and started to kiss him again, his huge, hard cock followed her until it was laying against his abs, the mushroom head pointing like a spear at her tight, naked, inflamed pussy.

Inflamed because they’d already shagged and that weapon had already left its mark.

She then looked over her shoulder, right where she knew his face to be, and reached backwards towards her bum. He watched with bated breath as, with her long, pale fingertips, she guided the shaft until his plum-sized knob was positioned right at the opening of her womanhood, the spearhead already spreading his wife’s tight lips.

She bit her lip, the action highlighting her sexy, well-defined jaw as she slid backwards, slowly impaling herself on the mammoth shaft.

‘Oh fuck,’ the bloke moaned after he’d slipped a few inches in, and Harry agreed.

Ginny whimpered. Despite her obvious desire and the fact she’d already shagged the bloke that night, she was careful as she slid more and more of his cock into her. Harry was vibrating with desire for his beautiful wife, the way her flushed face was turned to him, her bright brown eyes gazing in his direction with desperation, the way her bum rippled every time Raheem spanked her, the way his pole obscenely stretched her pussy lips - it was all too much.

With a curse at his own lack of discipline, he summoned his wand to his hand with a flick of the wrist - the bindings doing very little to stop the motion. Even with his limited range of motion, he was able to vanish the rope around his opposite wrist.

His wife held the key to his chastity cage - always in the jewellery box that had housed the ring he’d proposed to her with if not around her neck - but it had to go too.

Right after he’d put up a silencing charm. Muffling his audible reactions had become as taxing as controlling his physical ones.

Normally it was ill-advised to aim and cast spells at one’s own privates. Reason was something in very short supply in his brain at that moment though - and it’s not like he hadn’t done it many times before.

When the cage fell to the carpeted floor in pieces, his cock instantly surged to life like a greyhound right out of the blocks. With his eyes never leaving his wife’s, imagining they were in a staring contest as she fucked her bull, he started stroking himself until the spell was broken and she turned back to and started to passionately kiss her lover.

With a groan, his eyes then turned to her toned, pale ass. She’d somehow managed to sheathe herself on a decent amount of the absurd prick - another reason they were so compatible. Ginny had a pretty deep pussy when she was aroused, around seven inches.

She probably wouldn’t even feel me if I shagged her right now.

The deliciously sinful and sexy thought earned a groan and with a jolt of pleasure that rocked his entire body and bollocks that no longer ached, but tingled, he fired off his first load of the night. His voluminous discharge flew out so fast and in such rapid pulses that the first salvo hit him right in the face, splattering his glasses.

He jerked again as his cock spurted out more and more of his discharge, littering his naked chest with the evidence of his disobedience.

He didn’t even bother cleaning up, not wanting to miss any of the action. With a hum and a groan, the bloke palmed Ginny’s cheeks and seemed to get as deep as he could go.

‘Bloody hell, you’re so deep,’ she groaned, her voice shaky with arousal and pleasure.

‘Bigger than hubby?’ he teased, his voice highly amused.

‘So much bigger,’ she whined, as she slid up his body again and slowly worked her way back down, not only re-impaling herself on the shaft, but grinding her clit against his abs. ‘You stretch me so much more than his useless dick does. He always cums so, mmn, fast.'

Harry’s shaft throbbed with shame at the taunt, his naughty wife so unknowingly accurate that it only served to turn him on more.

Raheem chuckled, inordinately pleased with himself as he palmed Ginny's bum, his dark hands contrasting deliciously with her pale skin.

His wife continued to rock slowly backwards and forwards as she slow-shagged her lover, the far more intimate pace and their faces being only millimetres apart making the sight far more titillating than had the bloke just been railing her.

He didn't have the best view from this angle, but the sight of Ginny's toned, undulating body and the way her pussy lips looked desperate to hold onto the thick, invading cock - leaving a trail of glistening juices along his shaft in its wake - was an incredible sight on its own.

He watched them, his eyes fixed on her pussy while stroking his long-since revived member. His wife moaned as her pleasure built with the slow lovemaking until she finally reached her crescendo. Planting her hands on her lover’s chest, she pushed herself up and arched her back as her body shook with a sensual, hard-earned orgasm.

Before she could even recover from her dazed state, with a burst of movement, the scene flipped upside down as Gin’s lover pressed her backwards. She fell onto her back - her legs spread wide and her head hanging off the end of the bed - as Raheem crawled up on his knees and positioned himself between his wife’s toned thighs.

Harry got his first look at the man who had been fucking his wife so well. The bloke was built like a tank, incredibly shredded with muscles bulging everywhere and, as Ginny had so gleefully mentioned, he was also objectively rather handsome with a charismatic smile on his sweat-soaked face and eyes dark with lust.

The man hooked his huge arms around his wife’s thighs and, with an elated gasp, sank back into her tight womanhood. Ginny whimpered at the early intrusion, but quickly moaned all the same as Raheem started to thrust into her, her body still shaking from the aftershocks of her recent orgasm.

Raheem looked more interested in his own reflection, the mirror covering the closet door drawing his attention more than the woman he was shagging. He clearly watched himself, his bulging muscles flexing and soaked with sweat as his dark body loomed over Ginny’s incredibly sexy, pale one, her legs wrapped around his waist as he brought her pleasure he thought her husband unable to.

If the sight hadn’t been enough to bring him to another rapid climax, Ginny opening her eyes and grinning straight at where she knew her husband to be, and winking, did the trick.

‘Fuck!’ he cursed and shook, his cock feeling suddenly too sensitive as he let go and allowed it to shoot its discharge all over his chest, joining the previous discharge and making quite the mess. He panted, no longer touching his hypersensitive shaft and relaxed into the armchair to watch his wife enjoy herself.

Raheem looked rather pleased with himself, he couldn’t help but notice. His features sported a smug grin as his eyes danced between looking at himself, and his conquest in the mirror. He kept up a steady pace while varying the depth of his thrusts, making sure to keep their shagging from getting stale and repetitive.

He supposed he had a right to feel smug, he was fucking a beautiful, married woman on her marital bed while they trash-talked her husband.

That must be such an ego boost.

They kept shagging in that position long enough for Harry to not only grow hard again - his wife’s naughty performance one of her best yet - but to also allow him to start stroking his now less sensitive shaft once more.

He wasn’t normally such a quick shot. His style was to cum once, maybe twice max but doing so while controlling his orgasms and lasting for a very long time.

Watching his wife be a slut for him though? He had very little control over himself in these situations.

‘Are you going to cum in me again?’ Ginny asked excitedly as Raheem’s thrusts started to get more urgent, his pants and breathing increasing in intensity and speed. They’d been chatting like good friends while they fucked and watched themselves in the mirror, laughing and joking like they were out for lunch. Somehow that churned his gut more than watching them shag.

Raheem grunted his approval. ‘You want that?’ he asked, sweat now dripping heavily off his brow. ‘You want me to breed you?’

Ginny let out a guttural moan and her back arched at the question, her answer clear by her reaction. Harry felt like the bloke had socked him in the gut. He had no chance of getting Ginny pregnant, but Raheem had no way of knowing that, and the fact that he thought he might meant all the difference in the world.

‘Yes daddy,’ Ginny cooed, her forearm under her bouncing breasts as she looked up at her lover with adoration. Raheem grunted and jerked at her tone, his eyes closing as he focused on his thrusts, his hand gently pressing down on and rubbing her clit. ‘Own my pussy. Fill it, make me pregnant like my useless husband can’t, breed me,’ she continued to egg her lover on, and boy did it have an effect. ‘I’m ovulating.’

With a roar at the blatant lie - Ginny and he had no interest in any unexpected surprises, especially given her career and their semi-frequent dalliances - he pulled out and fell back on the bed, his head tilted back as he gasped in lungfuls of air.

‘You didn’t want to breed me?’ Ginny asked in a pouty tone as she let her head fall off the end of the bed again, her damp, coppery tresses falling to the floor as she looked at her husband and grinned. ‘Don’t like the idea of forcing my husband to raise your baby?’

Harry’s vision turned white as his wife said those salacious words, her eyes zeroed in on his position and grinning wickedly. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d cum so often and so frequently and he all but blacked out for several minutes as he steadily recovered from the intense orgasm.

When his senses finally returned, his vision clearing of stars, he was greeted with the sight of his wife and her lover standing in profile on the side of their bed. Ginny was bent over, her hands supporting her weight on the soft mattress and her perky tits dangling as her huge lover loomed behind her.

From this angle, Harry finally had his first full sighting of the bloke. He was a giant of a man, standing at least six-six tall to his eye without a single ounce of fat to be seen on his perfectly sculpted body. He had a narrow waist and broad chest granting his torso a perfect, action-hero V shape while his legs looked like tree trunks.

Definitely a body-builder of some kind.

He was definitely proud of his physique, and he showed this by grinning and flexing for his wife in the mirror, earning a wide smile and girlish giggle.

His wife definitely had a type.

Ginny bit her lip at the sight of them, wagging her bum in his direction enticingly.

‘We make such a hot couple,’ she observed cheekily and Harry groaned as the sinful words conjured images in his mind of Ginny bringing Raheem to several social gatherings and introducing him as her boyfriend, her pathetic husband being left at home to look after the kids. He also imagined the looks of shock and disgust on their friends and family’s faces, and derision on their enemy’s as they’d watch her dance around the room with her boyfriend. The degenerate thoughts that would only ever be the dirtiest of fantasies pumped more life into his flagging, aching cock.

Opening his eyes once more, he spied Raheem joking with his wife. As much as he tried to resist, his traitorous gaze went straight to the huge man’s cock.

The cock that had been bringing his wife so much pleasure.

Harry himself had a big, thick cock. He’d never even felt remotely self-conscious about it, even when confronted with guys who were more endowed than he through their dalliances.

But this guy was on another level. His freakish cock hung more than halfway down his bulging quads. It was so huge that Harry boggled at how Ginny had fit that thing inside her. His wife’s pussy was deeper than average when she was turned on, one of the deepest he’d ever sampled actually, but that thing had to be a foot long while also being as thick around as his wrist.

He very much doubted something like that would be her preference, but she was putting on a show for her husband, to accommodate his degenerate kinks, and she knew how best to do it.

Bringing in this godlike specimen and teasing him with her sinful words and slutty actions, it turned him on more than an entire coven of Veela dancing naked for him would.

Finally, his desire to fuck his wife finally greater than his desire to admire his profile in the mirror, he palmed that anaconda and gently sank back into his wife’s poor, abused pussy, earning a rapturous groan from all three of them.

The shagging couple continued to watch themselves in the mirror as he slowly thrust in and out, getting about halfway in before slowing down and pressing firmly against her cervix. Ginny shuddered, groaning while biting her lip as he gently knocked on her door.

The guy showed his experience. He never once got overexcited, and when he reached her cervix, he didn’t smash into it like a battering ram, but instead gently applied pressure with his spongy knob. He kept himself as deep in her as possible, pulling out only an inch before pressing forward and applying pressure again. He showed remarkable control as his wife’s entire body shuddered at the deep penetration.

‘Mhmm,’ Ginna moaned, breathless. ‘Just like that, fuck me deep.’

‘Your old man fuck you like this?’ he asked, sweat dripping off his brow as he bared his teeth. He imagined it took a lot of effort to not just thrust away like an animal when fucking someone so beautiful - especially when she was a married slut. ‘He get this deep?’ He emphasised the word with another deep thrust, applying even more pressure without going too far.

‘No,’ she lied, whining and tilting her head back in bliss. ‘He’s so pathetic - mmh - he can’t even make me cum when we - nnh - shag.’

‘Poor girl,’ he lamented with a chuckle, going back to looking at their sexy profile. ‘That’s alright, Daddy will take care of you.’

‘Mmyes,’ Ginny whined, eyes wide. ‘Take care of your little slut, Daddy.’

Bloody hell.

They would be revisiting this memory for years to come, he was certain.

After almost twenty minutes of this carefully controlled thrusting, his wife’s body - he knew from experience - assaulted with consistent waves of euphoric bliss spreading out from her pussy, something in the bloke changed.

He was done with the foreplay.

He repositioned himself, lifting his far leg onto the bed - wouldn’t want to block the reflection - and pressing down on his wife’s upper back. Ginny allowed herself to be shifted, her head down and resting sideways on their soft bed, still looking at their reflection, while her shaking legs remained straight, her bum up.

This allowed Raheem a different angle of penetration, one that sent shockwaves through his wife’s body when he reached down for her clit. However, contrary to what Harry and Ginny had been expecting, he didn’t go for her love button. Instead, he reached under her and pressed his long, thick fingers into her mons, his other hand pressing down on her lower back.

‘What -?’ Ginny asked, her eyes wide and her mouth open in a silent scream.

‘Shh,’ Raheem assured her, his deep voice soothing. ‘Let Daddy take care of you.’

Now his thrusts were more shallow. Harry narrowed his eyes, trying to better understand what he was doing but coming up short. It looked like he was pressing against his wife’s public area? With his shallow thrusting, was he maybe trying to hit the spot he was -

Oh!

He was increasing the pressure against the roof of his wife’s vagina, against her g-spot. He was using his girth to his advantage, angling his cock to hit then scrape against his wife’s pleasure zones.

And it was working. Well.

He kept up his assault, strained chuckles escaping his mouth as he watched his lover convulse with each thrust, his technique highly effective.

‘Oooh, fuck,’ his wife cursed, finally finding her voice. ‘What are you - oooh -doing to me? - nnnh.’

He chuckled again, the tone so deep and filled with so much bass he wondered if Ginny felt her insides rumble every time he did, as if he were a walking subwoofer.

‘Do you like it?’

‘Yes - yes!,’ his wife chanted and Harry’s guts churned. This had suddenly become a lot more real, a lot less of a show. ‘You fuck me so much better than my husband!’

Harry groaned, his cock - already slowly showing signs of reviving despite being put through the ringer - surged back to life at the words. Not because they were sexy per se, but because they were true. Raheem was putting on a clinic on how to please a woman and he should be taking notes.

Instead, he was wanking like a degenerate, salivating at the sight of this man thoroughly claiming his wife’s slutty pussy.

I have to up my game.

While the scene before him was deliciously humiliating, he was never truly concerned - mostly because he wasn’t arrogant enough to think he knew everything and was very eager to learn. This kink had a certain way of keeping one’s ego in check. As did his naughty, slutty wife.

‘I’m cumming!’ Ginny announced breathlessly, her body shuddering and convulsing in pleasure while her moans came deep and fast.

‘Cum for Daddy!’ Raheem roared, his own end apparently near. ‘Cum for me you naughty little slut.’

Even though the man was close to cumming himself, he kept his wits about him. He switched again to deep thrusts, his hand now circling her clit as Ginny’s orgasm drew near, her moans becoming more urgent and high pitched.

Her head was still turned to face him, her mouth constantly open and her eyes wide as she unashamedly showed him her pleasure.

When the end came, she buried her face in the soft mattress and squealed, her body shaking and utterly out of her control.

‘That’s it, good girl, you’re Daddy’s good girl,’ Raheem cooed as he shagged her through her orgasm, his grunts also sounding urgent and his shaft frothy with their combined juices. ‘You’re squeezing me so tight.’

Ginny, her body still shaking out of control, planted the top of her head into the mattress and looked underneath her, down the length of her toned body and to the huge cock still sheathed in her. She groaned at the sight, their combined juices staining her bed.

‘I’m gonna fill you up,’ Raheem promised with an animalistic grunt.

Harry’s breath hitched, excitement and lust causing him to ignore the ache in his cock and balls and wank away like a filthy pervert.

Ginny turned her head so she was facing him again through the door, their eyes both filled with their lust and desire.

‘Fill me Daddy.’

‘Ugh fuck,’ Harry groaned, half in pain and half in pleasure as he erupted again, his discharge now distinctly pathetic and dribbling out of his tip, his legendary stamina tall but tapped out.

He sank into the armchair, his knees almost touching the door as his ankles were still bound. He watched as Raheem’s grunts grew more urgent, his grip on his wife’s bum so tight he left red imprints on her pale skin. When he finally came, he announced it with a roar he was sure his nosy and constantly disapproving old neighbours would have very much enjoyed. His back went ramrod straight and his big bollocks pulsed as they unloaded what had to be a prodigious amount into, what he thought was, his wife’s fertile womb.

Ginny closed her eyes and moaned as she felt the warm discharge fill her, smiling serenely as her pussy milked her lover for all he was worth. After almost a minute of groaning and jerking, he pulled out and stumbled back on shaky legs. His softening cock still hung ridiculously low and was covered in a frothy, white mixture of their juices. Approaching Ginny’s behind, he no-doubt admired his handiwork and they looked at each other’s reflections in the mirror before letting out breathless laughs.

‘Bloody hell luv, you’re amazing,’ he praised, and Ginny flopped onto her back, her arm against her forehead, a beautiful smile gracing her flush features. She propped herself up on her elbows and looked at his cum-soaked shaft hungrily, causing her lover to laugh uproariously. ‘You’re insatiable. No wonder your old man can’t handle you.’

‘Not used to girls being able to handle you, Daddy?’

To Harry’s mind, it was somehow hotter when she said it when they weren’t in the throes of passion.

‘You’re too good to be true,’ her lover praised with a fond smile. ‘There’s no way you’re normal.’

Ginny smiled at him mysteriously at his praise, her hungry eyes dropping to his soiled shaft once more. ‘Why don’t you go wash up? I’ll join you in a moment once I make sure the old ball-and-chain won’t be disturbing us.’

Harry grunted in arousal, but his cock gave him the proverbial middle finger and didn’t so much as twitch.

‘Mm,’ he grunted in approval before bending down to give her a heated kiss. His wife wrapped her pale arms around his broad, muscular shoulders and almost allowed herself to be swept away before she jerked and shoved him off her, swatting his chest playfully.

‘Go, you beast!’ she said with a laugh he matched as he gracefully skipped out of her reach and headed to the bathroom with a wide smile.

‘Don’t take too long,’ he told her as he leaned against the frame of the bathroom door and stroked his huge shaft. ‘He’ll be ready soon.’

Ginny’s laugh was almost hysterical and he ducked into the bathroom to dodge the expertly thrown pillow. She fell back onto their bed and sighed contently, looking up at the ceiling in a daze as they heard the shower turn on.

As soon as she heard the sound, Ginny hopped off the bed and went straight for the closet, excitement in her eyes.

Excitement that quickly turned to annoyance at the sight of him. Harry chuckled tiredly, realising how pathetic he must look, with his chest covered in what had to be a lake of his own jizz while his normally large cock hung limply over his severely deflated bollocks.

‘What am I going to do with you?’ she said with a defeated tone and a fond smile.

Harry could only stare at her reverently. She looked like a goddess, her lithe, toned body covered in sweat and juices while she steadily leaked her lover’s discharge.

Aside from their wedding, she’d never looked more beautiful in his eyes.

‘Oh, you like that?’ she asked, her tone cheeky as she spied his gaze drifting down to her pussy. He yelped when she put her foot on the seat between his legs and pushed. He fell backwards, his free arm windmilling and his breath leaving him when the back of his chair hit the carpeted floor with a thud.

Then his breath hitched as he looked up directly at his wife’s red and inflamed pussy, a river of thick cum slowly oozing down her thigh.

Looking up past her abs, past her perky tits and to her grinning face, his eyes widened when she tilted her head expectedly and slowly knelt down over his face.

No words needed to be spoken. He spat out his wife’s knickers once she dispelled the cloth securing them to his face and instinctively started licking and slurping up her lover’s discharge, starting with the trail that had leaked down her thigh and following it straight to the source.

‘That’s it, good boy,’ Ginny praised as she ran her hands through his hair. ‘Clean me up you pathetic little cuck.’

She hissed the last word, emphasising it by gripping his hair tight. He groaned in pain, but didn’t dare stop licking up what Raheem had left in her.

‘That’s it, you pathetic bitch, clean me up so I can go and get you another serving.’

He groaned into her pussy, slurping up the viscous discharge flooding into his mouth and clogging up his throat.

She laughed breathlessly at the sound, her grip on his ebony locks tightening. ‘How does Daddy’s cum taste? What kind of bitch gets turned on by cleaning his wife’s pussy of a superior man’s cum? Maybe I should just get off the potion and actually have Raheem’s children? Why would I want to pass on your pathetic line?’

If it were even remotely possible, he was sure his cock would have turned into a rod of adamantite at her salacious, vicious teasing.

She laughed cruelly and grabbed his floppy, exhausted dick. ‘What the bloody hell am I supposed to do with this pathetic little thing?’

She kept teasing and humiliating him like that until he finally cleaned her of all the cum in her womb.

Raheem had cum… a lot.

With a mostly pristine pussy once more, Ginny reached over to where she knew he kept his holster and disarmed him before he could react. Using his wand, she stood and disabled the enchantment on the door and chuckled at his wide-eyed stare.

‘For being a naughty boy and breaking another cage, you no longer get to watch.’

With a few more flicks of his wand, his wrist was once again bound and this time, his hands and torso too. She laughed at the pathetic state he was in and tucked his wand into the second slot of her own holster. He heard her head to the door and made to leave without righting his chair.

‘I’m going to join Daddy in the shower, I’ll see you later, my love.’

And with that, he was bathed in darkness once more, breathless and his useless cock finally showing signs of life - right when he could actually do nothing about it.

When he heard their lovemaking start up again over the sounds of the shower, his dick surged back to life and he cursed at not being able to touch himself.

When they finally returned to the bedroom what felt like half an hour later, their shagging carrying over and somehow sounding even more intense and heated - his evisceration by them even more brutal - he cursed at not being able to see.

What he was hearing was so hot it was almost enough to get him there with some creative hip movements alone. Then he stopped, grimacing at how pathetic a sight he must present.

They went at it for what felt like hours, and all Harry could do was close his eyes and listen to another man thoroughly own his wife’s pussy. Finally, the noise died down to just some quiet murmurs and he heard Raheem start to dress again - his ears had become quite sensitive - before heading out of the bedroom followed closely by Ginny.

He was finally greeted with unnerving silence.

The door to the closet didn’t open for another twenty minutes. He squinted against the harsh light, the blurry form of his slim wife standing in the opening of the closet, her arms crossed and, as his vision sharpened, he saw her sexy grin.

‘He’s gone,’ she said, her tone full of mirth. ‘He gave me his number. Tried to get me to leave you. Maybe he’ll have better luck next time.’

He groaned and she giggled as she vanished the ropes binding him, handing him back his wand as she watched him with amusement. His cock was aching for an entirely different reason now - it felt like it had been hard for hours with no relief.

As he was rubbing his sore wrists and ankles, his wife didn’t give him time to recover. He yelped when she levitated him over to their bed and he groaned when she crawled sexily up his body, her grin naughty and full of promise

She kneeled over his head, her hand threaded through his hair again. If he thought her pussy had looked used and inflamed before, it was nothing compared to what he was looking at now. Her normally tight and pale pussy was still slightly gaping after hours with the girthy intruder, her lips red and raw while her labia looked ruffled.

Oh, and she was leaking a whole lot of cum onto his face. Enough to make the last load look trivial.

‘What the hell Gin? It looks like a ham sandwich down here.’

She laughed in surprise at his words and slapped him upside the head. ‘Shut-up smart-arse. I’ve got three more loads in there for you to clean up.’

‘We’re not gonna shag?’

He hated how desperate and needy his voice sounded, and by the look of the smirk on his wife’s face as she looked down at him, she liked that very much.

‘Only Daddy gets to shag this pussy,’ she purred, her voice low, sensual and infinitely teasing. ‘You’re gonna clean me, make me cum with your mouth, then we’re going to sleep. I’m rather tired.’

He whined piteously but did as he was told as she gently massaged his scalp as if she were patting a well-behaved puppy.

‘That’s it, eat all of Daddy’s cum you dirty, pathetic cuck.’

He groaned, the sound muffled by the soiled pussy pressing against his lips. He was almost delirious with arousal - he loved it when she got all domineering for him, even aside from their cuckolding play nights.’

He groaned and yelped for an entirely different reason when Ginny slapped his bloated balls. The pain shot right to his guts and made him queasy without going over the top.

He yelped and started to feel himself shrivel when she did it again.

‘Down boy, you won’t be needing that tonight.’

Despite how amazingly sexy he found his wife when she got like this, his cock had no interest in sticking around to see what might develop.

When they were done, his wife clean and having cum on his mouth, he brushed his teeth before they snuggled up under the covers, his arms wrapped around his slight frame and holding her against his broad chest.

They were silent for almost ten minutes, basking in each other’s warmth before Ginny’s small, unsure voice broke it.

‘You asleep?’

‘No.’

A few more beats of silence passed before she spoke again, her voice and tone totally different to what it had been earlier in the evening. ‘How was that?’

‘Perfect,’ he answered immediately, kissing the back of her neck. ‘The best one yet. You outdid yourself.’

She hummed in approval, luxuriating in the warmth and comfort he surrounded her in. ‘I love you.’

‘Love you more.’

She giggled sleepily. ‘I need to get a better chastity cage, you keep breaking them.’

She cackled when she felt him harden against her.

-

The next day, Harry waited by their fireplace, arms crossed and foot tapping impatiently.

It had been a rubbish day productivity-wise, he hadn’t been able to concentrate at all, his mind wandering to the memories of the previous evening. He felt like a cat in heat, so horny even the crevice between the couch and the cushion looked inviting.

He held firm though. As horny as he was, he’d wanked enough the previous night to last an entire month.

He wanted to fuck his wife.

So he sat, waiting, his eyes locked on the antique clock hanging on the wall. This one didn’t tell time however. Two golden arms, one with the letter H and the other G on them pointed at one of nine possibilities, just like the one at his in-law’s place.

His one was pointed at Home while Ginny’s was pointing on the line in between Quidditch and Work.

It had been a thoughtful and beautiful wedding gift from Molly and Arthur for their wedding.

When Ginny’s arm swirled around to point to ‘In-Transit,’ he felt his heart-rate speed up.

When their fireplace flared green and his wife gracefully stepped out, still sweaty and smelly from training and in her kit, she squealed when Harry attacked her, pinning her to the nearby wall and assaulting her neck with kisses. Dropping her broom, she moaned as he started tearing off her armour and clothes.

‘Ooh,’ Ginny moaned, her voice filled with mirth. ‘Somebody’s eager.’

Harry only grunted, matching her amusement and shoving her so she was leaning over the back of the nearby couch before violently pulling down her trousers and knickers, exposing her pale bum and glistening pussy to him.

He ran his hands over her pale flesh, admiring her toned arse for only a few moments before he lost patience with himself and spanked her. Hard.

Ginny affected an unimpressed look, though her bright brown eyes blazed with lust. ‘That tickled.’

He chuffed in amusement at her cheek.

This woman drives me crazy like nobody else can.

She was already soaking wet and he’d hardly even touched her. Either Ginny developed a sudden kink for dodging bludgers, or she’d been looking forward to this as much as he was.

Come to think of it, it’s probably why she hadn’t showered. She knew how much he loved her all sweaty and musky after training or working out.

‘Maybe I should call Daddy first and see if you’re allowed to shag me? This is his pussy after all,’ Ginny teased, her ever expressive eyes twinkling with mirth.

She yelped and laughed when her only response was another well-earned spank.

Without preamble, the entirety of last night serving as enough foreplay in his books, he sank his steel-hard cock into her in one, glorious thrust. Her gushing pussy barely put up any resistance and he groaned low in his chest.

He’d been waiting for this all day, and it was worth the wait.

Again, his sexy wife affected an unimpressed look and looked over her shoulder at him. ‘What’s with all the groaning? Are you in already?’

She yelped again and laughed hysterically when he spanked her hard on her other cheek, his rough handling of his cheeky wife leaving red, hand-sized imprints on her pale flesh.

‘Let me know, will you?’ she continued with a strained laugh as he started hammering into her. ‘I need to start pretending like I’m enjoying your little cock.’

They both knew it was absurd for her to call his cock little, he put many porn stars to shame. But his wife knew how to press his buttons, and looking unimpressed after she’d spent a wild night making passionate love to an admittedly more talented lover was doing the trick. For her efforts, Harry gripped her coppery tresses and wrapped them around his fist, tugging them with just enough force to excite but not ruin the mood.

‘Come on!’ Ginny urged, moaning along with him now as he ground himself against her toned bum. ‘Make me feel something or I’ll just call Raheem to come over and show you how it’s done!’

That earned her her hardest spank yet. Her delighted laugh and moan was so sexy he almost came right there, but despite how teasing her words were, it actually reminded him of something important.

He picked up his flush wife and carried her over to the other side of the couch, shoving her head-first into the cushions. She groaned, resting her arm on the backrest as he lifted a leg onto the seat and entered her again, angling his thrusts into the roof of her vagina while reaching around and applying pressure to her mons.

Ginny lost it. ‘Yes, yes! That’s it baby! Fuck my slutty pussy!’

She’d never cum quicker, and soon after, he was spilling his seed into her too, his orgasm so powerful his knees gave out and he fell on the couch beside his panting and exhausted wife, both of them cuddling up to each other and looking at the ceiling with dazed expressions.

‘By the way,’ Harry said after several minutes of blissful, post-coital silence. ‘I forgot to tell you, but Corner was blabbing about fucking you at the Three Broomsticks the other day. The Twins obliviated him and sorted him out, but now your brothers all know about us.’

Ginny looked at him in shock, her eyes wide in despair and disbelief. She palmed her face in mortification, her earlier mood and confidence shattered by the humiliating news.

‘I knew I never should have shagged him,’ she groaned, piteously. ‘How much do they know?’

‘Everything.’

She pulled her hands away and looked at him in shock. He shrugged.

‘They came to me like they were about to tell me your parents had Dragon Pox. They were worried you were cheating on me and it was killing them, but they’d decided to tell me anyway.’

Her gaze softened and she sighed. ‘That’s… actually really sweet of them, that they’d still look out for you if that were the case.’ She sighed again. ‘Bloody wanker. He wasn’t even that good a shag.’

Harry grinned, reaching around her and palming her perky tits through her tunic. ‘That’s not what I remember. You’re just saying that because of last night.’

His wife closed her eyes and mirrored his grin, no doubt remembering fondly the previous evening's escapades. ‘Bloody hell, but he was brilliant. Did you enjoy yourself, luv?’

‘I distinctly remember you seeing how much I enjoyed myself.’

She giggled again, idly running a pale finger through his thick patch of chest hair. While he wasn’t built like the man-mountain, Harry was in pretty good shape himself - often joining his wife in the gym.

Ginny sighed again, burying her face in his chest and whining. ‘How the bloody hell am I supposed to look my brothers in the eye again?!’

Harry snorted, patting her on the back in faux commiseration. ‘It’s not that bad. If Ron says anything, just remind him he thought an open relationship was literally one where the couples were open and honest with each other.’

Ginny instantly pulled away from his chest to state at him in disbelief. ‘Shut up!’ she exclaimed. But seeing his dead serious look, she collapsed into a fit of belly-aching laughter. ‘No way! No way he’s that stupid!’

He allowed her to get it out of her system, only feeling a little guilty for throwing his best mate under the bus.

I mean, it was pretty stupid…

He watched her fondly as she finally calmed down, stray giggles still escaping her as she wiped tears from her eyes.

‘Oh,’ Harry began innocently, getting his wife’s attention, his tone instantly putting her on guard. ‘There was one more thing that came out of that actually. Guess who owled me today and asked me out to lunch?’

She frowned, and he grinned at her wary expression. ‘Who?’

His smile widened and he leaned in until his lips were pressed up against her ear, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine.

‘Phlegm.’

Ginny pulled back as if struck, her eyes wide, her cheeks flush and her entire body shuddering at both the implications, and the lusty tone of his voice.

He grinned smugly at her. ‘Maybe now you’ll remember who really owns this slutty pussy next time you decide to get lippy.’