Mr & Mrs Cuck - Chapter 03 (Patreon)

Chapter 3: Poker Night with the Boys

Ginny/Cedric Diggory, Ginny/Blaise Zabini, Ginny/Oliver Wood

Harry sat on his bed and watched Ginny get ready for her date, their excitement palpable.

Ever since Ginny had discovered her attraction to the fairer sex last month, their love life had rocketed up into the stratosphere. Showing Gin a picture of her pretty face buried in Fleur’s perfect cunt got her as turned on as it did him, she became as hot as a Nundu in heat.

Fleur had even followed up on their plan to have Ginny spontaneously clean her glorious pussy of her lovers’ cum. Twice. He hadn’t been there either time, but his old friend had helpfully sent him pictures to enjoy, both of them had his wife looking up at the camera with her big, dark, doe eyes, her lips sealed around Fleur’s perfect pussy..

He would make sure to reward her properly the next time they fucked.

The whole episode had him desperate to finish the next update on the comms that would allow video recording. It had been a surprisingly difficult step to go from picture calls to recording, saving and sending video that was playable on both his comms and muggle devices alike.

A task that he had all the perverted motivation in the world to solve.

It was honestly a little embarrassing how much of the MagiComms’ design, inception and production had been fuelled by his perverted desires.

Best leave that out of the promotional material.

Focusing more on the present, he hummed in approval as Ginny pulled her high-waisted shorts up her long, pale, shapely legs. She was dressed for a night of dancing and clubbing with Raheem - a sheer, lace top with tastefully placed floral patterns to cover her nipples, the high-waisted shorts that, unfortunately covered her beautiful abs but left her long, glorious legs completely bare, and further enhanced by the sexy black heels with sinful red soles.

She locked eyes with him through the mirror and smirked. She looked ready to fuck right there, but she’d be dancing the night away first. Or maybe they’d be naughty and fuck on the dance floor?

The thought had him shivering in excitement.

He was tempted to call off his poker night with the boys so he could tail them and watch his wife be an unrepentant slut with his own, hungry eyes.

As if reading his thoughts, her smile grew wider, her hazel eyes even darker with lust.

A gentle chime from her comms only enhanced her mood.

Until she read the message.

Her radiant smile turned to a disappointed pout.

‘What’s wrong?’ he asked, getting up off the bed and approaching his sexpot wife, wrapping his arms around her midsection.

She leaned back into his chest, locking eyes with him through the mirror. ‘Daddy can’t make it,’ she pouted, cheeky mirth returning to her twinkling eyes at the nickname she knew drove him wild. ‘There was a family emergency.’

Her phone chimed again and they both looked as the image the man sent instantly appeared on her screen. Ginny moaned and Harry squeezed her tighter. Raheem had sent a picture of himself standing in front of a mirror, his muscles bursting out of a too-tight shirt and trousers. He’d unzipped his fly and pulled his cock out so it hung obscenely against his thigh, both in consolidation and teasing Ginny with what she would be missing that night.

Ginny sighed dreamily as she leaned against him. ‘I was really looking forward to getting that monster in me tonight. I guess I’ll have to settle for yours.’

The way she said yours, with such derision and mirth let him know just what his cheeky wife was thinking. He pinched her sides and tickled her mercilessly, earning him her adorable squeals and cackles as she writhed against him. He didn’t stop until she was a panting, horny mess - in his assault his fingers doing a number on her in more than one way.

Ginny eventually sighed. ‘I guess I can just go out and find someone else to hook up with - I don’t want to ruin your night with the boys.’

When she made to walk away, he held her tight, a thoughtful look on his face. ‘You know, Ron can’t make it tonight.’

Gin turned to and gazed at him with a look of confusion at the non-sequitur.

‘You could just stay here,’ he pressed, grabbing her by her toned ass and pulling her tight against him. ‘You’re good at poker, I’m sure you can find a way to enjoy yourself.’

Ginny’s eyes slowly widened, her breath quickening at the implication, her nipples pebbling against his chest as slow whines started to escape her mouth. She was so turned on she was grinding herself against him like a horny pup.

Biting her glossy lips, she captured his lips in a searing kiss, her arms wrapping around his neck as she continued to grind herself against his steel-hard cock.

When she eventually pulled away, both of them were short of breath and their eyes were alight with passion and desire.

‘You’re the best husband ever.’

‘You’re not so bad yourself,’ he joked, and he bent over, wheezing, when she playfully kneed him in the groin, perilously close to his bollocks.

‘Is that any way for a filthy cuck to talk to his mistress?’

His entire body shivered at her sultry tone, her hand forcefully gripping his obscenely bulging package and twisting it painfully.

Deliciously.

‘Sorry mistress,’ he ground out, more turned on than he could ever remember.

Well, at least since that night two months ago.

She giggled, her eyes shining with glee as she leaned up to kiss him on the chin. ‘Good boy, now, go and get everything ready, I’m going to redo my makeup.’

Despite knowing he was wasting air by doing so, he knew what she wanted to hear.

‘Why? You already look perfect.’

Her smile was radiant as she patted him on the head condescendingly. ‘Good boy.’

-

Poker had been a game Dean Thomas had introduced to the lot of the boys at Hogwarts as a way to blow off steam and steal people’s pocket money. It started out just being between the lads in Harry’s dorm room but quickly grew in popularity over the years.

It had been a fantastic way to make unusual friends, which was how he’d become close with Cedric and Blaise, but also a great way to reconnect with old ones, which explained the ex-Gryffindor quidditch captain Oliver Wood’s presence.

This lot plus Ron and sometimes Neville, Dean or Seamus often got together to play cards, and had become a tight-knit group.

The boys arrived with the customary drinks and snacks that were stuffed in the kitchen and summarily forgotten about as soon as they saw Ginny. They couldn’t hide their pleasant surprise if they tried when she greeted them with smiles and entirely too forward hugs and pecks on the cheek.

‘Not that we’re not happy to see you, but how come you’re here Gin?’ Cedric asked without a trace of the guile or ulterior motive he was sure Zabini would have had had he been the one to ask. ‘Haych said you’d be out.’

I really do very much hate that nickname. Maybe I need to start kicking off like Tonks every time I hear it - or just start calling her Nymphadora again. If only she wasn’t so miserable all the time.

It was so hard to tell Cedric to stop calling him it though - like kicking a puppy.

‘As handsome as you boys are, I didn’t get all dolled up to host a card game,’ she joked, flirting outrageously before sighing and leaning against the nearby island bench. ‘I was supposed to go clubbing, but my plans fell through. Harry said you lot wouldn’t mind if I joined you?’ she turned her pretty, super-baby-sister powered eyes on them and turned it up to eleven before hastily adding, ‘I know how to play!’

‘I’m fine with it,’ Blaise smoothly interceded, his eyes devouring her long, pale legs.

Harry struggled mightily with hiding his smirk. Blaise had always had a thing for white girls, especially redheads. His not-so-secret crush on his wife had been the topic of heated bedroom talk for years, especially since the crush went both ways. Blaise was a lady-killer - of mixed descent, his caramel coloured skin, chiselled features and ice-blue eyes were popular amongst many witches, including his wife.

Cedric was no slouch either. He had the looks of a teen heartthrob, with an innocent, winning smile and personality to match.

Oliver was more rugged when compared with his counterparts, a gruff personality with a thick beard and steely, grey eyes. Gin was closest with him, them being colleagues and friendly rivals and all, and saw him far more often than his other friends for work reasons.

When the others shrugged and said they didn’t have any issues with Ginny playing with them, they all moved over to the table Harry had set up for their game. Circular and covered in lush, maroon felt. He was the first to toss the sack of galleons onto the table, the enchantments he’d placed on it quickly transfiguring it into chips.

Three more sacks joined his and thunked heavily on the table.

Ginny’s eyes grew wide with genuine shock. She’d never watched them play and he doubted she knew how much they played for.

‘How much is the buy-in?’ she asked, watching as each sack was transfigured into a handsome pile of chips.

‘Five hundred,’ Cedric answered with a confused frown before turning to Harry with a raised brow.

Ginny turned to him, her mouth gaping and her eyes bugged out in shock. ‘Galleons?!’ she almost shrieked. Harry laughed at how similar her reaction was to Ron’s when he first heard about how much they played for.

Thankfully, both he and Hermione were successful enough that such an amount wasn’t as ruinous as it once had been.

Harry raised an eyebrow at her. ‘How else did you think I paid for your new broom?’

Oliver snorted as Ginny still gaped at the obscene amount of wealth casually being betted in a game amongst friends. ‘They make you buy your own broom?’ he jeered, his eyes twinkling with mirth. ‘That’ll be chump change for you in a few years, could be now if you transferred to Puddlemere and stopped messing about with the Harpies.’

Her shock vanished in an instant, her fierce, competitive spirit being ignited. ‘You’d like that, wouldn’t you? That’s the only way you lot can keep winning, use your owner’s obscene wealth to buy up all the competition!’

Oliver raised his hands in defence, a cheeky grin visible beneath his thick bears. ‘I’ve no idea what you’re talking about,’ he teased.

‘Ahuh.’ Grinny harrumphed, crossing her arms and looking unconvinced. ‘I’ll just take half of Harry’s chips - what’s yours is mine, sweetheart.’

Harry snorted and batted her hands away. ‘Buy your own way in, woman,’ he teased, winking at her discreetly and eyeing her clothes.

Blaise snorted. ‘You know Gin, if Harry isn’t taking care of you, I’m sure we can work something out.’

Ginny looked at the handsome man with a wide smile, Blaise let out a slow breath when he realised Ginny wouldn’t be offended by some flirting. ‘I don’t think you can afford me, Zabini,’ she teased, before turning to the lot of them and biting her lip sexily. ‘Though I’m sure we can come to an arrangement.’

Harry almost gave the game away and cackled at how all of them, as one, perked up and shifted in their seats at her tone, each of them sending him questioning, wary glances.

‘Don’t look at me,’ Harry said with a grin and shrug. ‘I’ll just be paying myself if I waive her buy-in, it’s you lot that need to decide.’

The room descended into a tense silence as the trio of men eyed the grinning Ginny hungrily. Blaise, naturally, was the first to break the stand-off.

‘That’s a rather fetching top.’

Ginny’s smile was wide and cheeky. She looked down at herself, brushing off some imaginary fluff before returning his heated gaze. ‘Oh this old thing? I’m not sure it’ll fit you,’ she joked, ‘but it’s yours for, say… three hundred.’

As well as his wife dressed, there was no way in hell the sheer top was worth that much money - Blaise, naturally, did not give a single shit. The guy was in the import and export business, he pissed more galleons away on food every day.

‘Deal,’ he replied instantly, his gaze, as well as Cedric and Oliver’s, darkening with lust as Ginny smiled and made a show of slowly removing her top. She picked at the hem around her waist first, flicking it up to give them teasing glimpses of the pale skin underneath. Harry could almost smell her arousal as she had the three men in the palm of her hand.

What his mates quickly learned was that Ginny rarely ever wore bras, especially if she was going out looking to get fucked. She loved the feel of her perky b-cups being unrestrained as she danced and flirted, and loved even more when her pebbled nipples poked through her clothes.

Three intakes of breath later, and Ginny had removed her top, letting her beautiful, perky, freckled tits free. Harry had to cough to hide his snort when he saw the lot of them shift in their seats, no doubt making adjustments.

‘I’m still a little short for the buy-in,’ Ginny pouted, handing Blaise the top he’d happily paid for. She had to stifle a whine as he put it up to his nose and inhaled deeply, his haunting eyes never leaving hers.

Ced and Oliver looked at each other, their eyes equally dark with lust, before turning back to his topless wife. ‘I’ll give you two-hundred for the shorts.’

Her smile was radiant. ‘Sold,’ she purred. There were three more intakes of breath as she turned her back to them and hooked her thumbs into the waistband of the high-riding garment. She made another show of it, bending at the waist and dragging the thin, silky material down her long, toned legs.

Fortunately for his horn-dog mates, while she was wearing knickers, they were so sheer and tiny that they showed and accentuated more than they hid. These were not the kinds of knickers that protected one’s modesty.

As she pulled her shorts down, they got their first glimpse of it as the thin strings first revealed themselves high on her hips and disappeared into the crack of her firm, toned ass. She slowly gyrated her barely covered behind for them, dancing to an imaginary tune before finally letting the garment fall to the floor before flicking it up and handing it to Cedric.

She stood there before them clad in only her tiny, sheer g-string that was so daring it only just covered her pussy lips, and a pair of sexy black heels.

She looked, and no doubt felt, much better than five-hundred galleons.

The lads got a bargain.

Taking a seat next to Harry, she grinned at their looks of dumbstruck awe before waving her hands. ‘If you lot are done gawking, maybe we can play some cards?’

Harry chuckled as he shuffled and started to deal the cards, his mates all having to visibly shake the cobwebs out of their heads. Tonight would be a bloodbath. Maybe he’d use the winnings to buy that dress his wife had no-so-subtly hinted at wanting.

The stupidly expensive one.

She would have very much earned it.

-

Harry had to fight the urge to bang his head against the table.

They’d been playing for a couple of hours already, and as incredible as it was to watch his mates ogle and drool over his mostly naked and incredibly receptive wife, if he wanted the night to go the way he’d envisioned, they’d need to actually start winning some hands.

It wasn’t all bad though. Ginny was having a ball riling these studs up and wrapping them around her little finger. Subtle flourishes like faint, lingering touches on their arms or shoulders to more daring moves like playing footsie under the table and dunking her nipples into their drinks before handing them over.

He supposed he should be grateful that his mates respected him enough to not ask to lick the dripping alcohol from the nipple itself, even if he would have cheered them on. They respected him too much, and they were still mostly ignorant to what was actually going on.

That would soon change.

It’s not like Ginny wasn’t doing her part. While she was being ridiculously flirty, she was doing her best to not obviously throw hands.

The issue was, his beautiful wife was sex personified. She was in rare form, so much so that the lads hardly cared about the game at all, and that was the problem.

For his plan to work, she had to lose. And she had to lose big. Unfortunately for him, his wife’s teasing smile and her perky tits had them so distracted that, even with her playing like a complete novice, she was still wiping the floor with them.

Oh sod it all.

He’d never cheated when they played Poker before, he’d never needed to. In retrospect, he found it highly amusing that his first foray into these murky waters was so that he could make his own wife lose.

With his mates’ eyes firmly on Ginny’s perky tits, he discreetly palmed his wand under the table and started to transfigure the cards on the top of the deck.

Honestly, he wasn’t even sure if discretion was necessary. He wondered if they’d even notice if he pointed his wand at the deck and magicked the cards right out in the open.

Ginny caught the movement and disguised her knowing smirk by playing more footsie with the dopily grinning Cedric under the table.

The dealer rotated after every hand, but now that he decided to cheat, Ginny finally started to lose every time he was the dealer. He doubted anyone would notice the pattern so soon.

They would need to take their eyes off Ginny's wide smile and perky tits first.

On the third rotation, he decided to magick an absurd hand.

Cedric and Blaise’s faces had gone stony at their ludicrous cards while Ginny still smiled cheekily, biting her lip as she looked at her hand.

Cedric pushed all-in, as he should with his hand. Blaise paused only briefly before calling, as he also should. Oliver whooped in excitement at the big action, his wife finally not the centre of attention as the game took precedent.

That was, until she also called with her much smaller pile of chips.

‘I can’t match that,’ she said with a frown, motioning to their piles of chips. ‘But I call too.’

Cedric grinned, his eyes flicking back to her perky tits before speaking. ‘Just make a side-pot and show.’

‘Sod that,’ she grunted, then, with twinkling eyes and a devious smirk, she pulled her chips back. ‘I call, but not with chips. If I lose, the winner gets to play with my tits for an entire round.’

Three sets of eyes widened in shock, her claim greeted with startled intakes of breath. Her smirk widened and Harry’s dick hardened like a steel rod in his pants. As one, they all looked at him as he mirrored his wife's grin before shrugging. ‘That’s a lot of money, it's your guys’ call,’ he said with an unconcerned chuckle. ‘They are amazing tits though - just a heads up, she makes these adorable little whines when you nibble just a little too hard on her nipples.’

‘Call accepted,’ Blise immediately decided and Ginny’s smile widened, her cheeks finally a little flushed after he basically told them how to play with her tits. Oliver cursed his bad luck at not being a part of the action while Blaise and Cedric could barely hide their excitement, their eyes burning with lust.

With the bets made, Ginny flipped her cards, showing off an ace-high straight. Both Cedric and Blaise twitched violently in their seats in an attempt to curtail their ebullient celebrations. With a sly grin, Blaise turned over his two cards, an ace and a nine.

With another ace and two nines on the table, his full house trounced Ginny’s straight. ‘Come over here and sit in my lap luv, nines over aces.’

‘Hold on,’ Cedric urged as Ginny got up with an adorable faux pout. ‘I’ve got one of those too,’ he said, flipping over an ace in his two card hand. Blaise’s eyes narrowed and Ginny’s smile widened. ‘Oh, and another one.’

When Cedric revealed the second ace, Blaise cursed and Cedric raked in his chips with more disinterest than he’d ever seen someone take in such a huge pot. Thankfully for Blaise, he’d had a fair bit more chips than Ced so he hadn’t been totally wiped out.

Not that he cared at that moment. Harry was sure he’d have thrown all his chips away if it meant getting to play with his beautiful wife’s tits.

Oliver watched the proceedings with a raised brow, looking between both Harry and Ginny suspiciously. ‘You two don’t seem all that displeased.’

Harry shrugged, unable to hide his perverted grin. ‘You win some you lose some, right?’

Ginny’s smile was positively radiant as she got up and strolled around the table, placing a consoling hand on Blaise’s shoulder before reaching Cedric and sitting in his lap when he pulled out his chair, her perky tits right in his face.

Ignoring both Blaise and Oliver’s looks of naked envy, Cedric eyed her breasts hungrily and, with one final look up at the grinning Ginny and Harry’s unconcerned self, he palmed the pale tits and started pinching her pebbled, pink nipples. Ginny wrapped an arm around his neck and hung her head back as he played, humming in approval at his ministrations.

The deal was for Ced to get to play with Ginny for an entire round, so as Oliver began to deal, his eyes firmly on Ginny’s pale back, both of them called out as one ‘Fold!’ with matching giggles.

Oliver threw Cedric’s blind into the pot with an eye roll and dealt the cards while Cedric and Ginny had their distracting fun.

As they got their cards, none of them giving a single shit about what they were, Ginny moaned when Cedric leaned down and took one of her nipples into his mouth. As promised, she started to whine when he started to nibble on her perfect nipples. She held him against her chest, appreciating his attentions and running her hands through his thick, brown hair, massaging his scalp as she did so.

As much as Ginny was loving Ced sucking on and playing with her tits, he couldn’t help groaning also as Ginny ground her perfect, athletic ass against his no-doubt painfully hard cock.

They’d joked about hiring strippers in the past to serve them while they played, he’d bet none of them, in their wildest dreams, would have ever guessed his wife would be the one playing the role.

Noticing how silent the room had gotten, Ginny turned to them and grinned, chuckling in a deep, breathless and sultry tone. ‘Not that I’m complaining boys,’ she began, biting her lip and moaning appreciatively, clearly appreciative of Cedric’s efforts. ‘Mm, that feels so nice Ced. Not that I’m complaining, but unless you’re fine with watching Ced suck on my tits all night, you need to actually finish the, mmh, finish the round for this to end, yeah?’

The round in question was the sloppiest one in history. Harry had to remind them to play several times before raking in his winnings, taking advantage of his mates’ inattentiveness shamelessly.

As he was raking in his chips, Ginny pulled her tits away from a suddenly whining Cedric’s mouth and laughed. She bent down and gave him a searing, passionate kiss as an apology and thanks-in-one before standing and returning to her chair with a sexy sway to her hips. She took the long way around, trailing her fingers teasingly along the wide breadth of Oliver’s shoulders before returning to her husband and capturing his lips in an even more passionate kiss.

When Ginny finally returned to her seat, her nipples noticeably shining with Ced’s spit, she grinned and shrugged. ‘Are we still playing, or do you all need to go have a wank to calm down?

Ced chuckled, breaking the tense silence. ‘Don’t tempt me woman.’

It didn’t take Harry long to engineer another loss for his wife. His mates weren’t mugs, they suspected something was fishy given his seeming support of his wife’s flirtatious behaviour, but they were smart enough to not even dare to question their good fortune.

The next time Ginny pushed all in, it was against Blaise. She’d built up a pretty impressive pile of chips, but ever since narrowly missing out on being on the receiving end of Ginny’s affections, he’d played like a man possessed, no longer distracted by her perky, naked tits or flirty smiles.

If only he knew that he didn’t need to try so hard…

That would kind of ruin the fun of what he and his wife were doing though. Sure, she could crawl on the table, spread her slutty legs and just have them rail her, but there was something so delicious about the build-up, about easing them into shagging their mate’s wife right in front of him.

When Ginny finally called Blaise’s all-in, his eyes darkened with lust.

They had every right to, especially since he had quads.

‘I dunno Gin, you’re not winning much if you call my all-in with that many chips.’

Ginny’s smile widened as she pulled back from pushing in her chips and leaned back against the back of her chair. ‘What do you suggest?’

Ginny’s desire was equally palpable. Her hand had disappeared under the table to rub herself, and while she sat between Harry and Blaise, she used the hand on her husband’s side so Blaise couldn’t quite make out what she was doing.

He knew though.

With a brief look at Harry, as if he would somehow object, he turned back to the object of his desire and motioned to her womanhood through the table. ‘I want to kiss you,’ he purred, his eyes flicking downwards. ‘Down there.’

The silence hung heavy in the air, Cedric and Oliver eyeing a grinning Harry with shock. It was an escalation, for sure, but Harry didn’t know why they were so shocked at this point - they had to suspect what was going on by now, surely.

Ginny was worrying her bottom lip with her teeth, as if she was actually giving the proposition any more thought beyond ‘hell yeah.’

‘Calling with cunnilingus then,’ she joked, and Blaise flipped his cards. Ginny didn’t even bother showing when Blaise revealed his four-of-a-kind. Instead, after a quick pout, she got up onto the table and crawled over Blaise’s chips until she was right in his face. Dodging a kiss from the excited man with a cheeky grin, she spun around so that she was leaning back on her elbows, her long, toned, pale legs clenched together tightly and pointed at the ceiling.

Ginny looked around them and at Blaise, grinning smugly at the look in his eyes. He was clearly as transfixed by her powerful, broom-hugging hamstrings as Harry always was. She then slowly split her legs apart and wrapped them around his middle, drawing Blaise towards her core and trapping him within.

Clearly, there was nowhere else Blaise would rather be.

His eyes were transfixed on the damp, tiny bit of cloth covering her pussy. Ginny offered a shaky smile, her arousal starting to get the better of her and her breath coming in ragged pants. ‘Bon appétit.’

‘Oh?’ Harry joked, cutting through the silent tension without a care in the world. ‘You speak French now?’

The sickly sweet smile that went along with his question instantly got Ginny’s back up. He dodged the chip she pinged at his head with a laugh, but any follow-up was cut short as she moaned, her entire body shuddering when Blaise shifted her knickers aside and started running his long fingers along her glistening slit.

‘You’ve no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this Red,’ he purred, his eyes transfixed by the sight before him. The others were no better, watching the byplay with their mouths agape. Especially given Harry’s complete lack of reaction.

As he teased her pussy, Ginny screwed her eyes shut and moaned prettily at the sensations, her juices leaking down her meaty thigh and onto the table. Her moans sounded like thunder in the silence of the room, and he didn’t doubt she revelled in his mates’ undivided attention.

When Blaise bent down and started lapping at her sopping pussy, they both moaned in unison. While Blaise didn’t care much for butterbeer, he didn’t doubt that tasting butterscotch instead of the normal flavour of a woman’s secretions was a pleasant surprise.

Ginny let her head fall back, her hips gyrating and her moans completely unabashed as Blaise worked his magic on her. One didn’t get to be a ‘lady-killer’ without ‘killing’ many a lady.

He knew his craft well.

His wife had been supporting her weight on her hands, but they gave out at the sensations rocking through her body and she fell to her elbows. Harry reached over and ran his hand through his wife’s hair, massaging her scalp and collecting her coppery tresses in a ponytail he quickly conjured.

Ginny opened her eyes to look at him, her eyes shining with love and lust. She gripped his hand and bellowed out another moan when Blaise collected her juices and slipped a finger into her winking rosebud.

Blaise was enjoying himself so much, he didn’t even bother slowing down. He ran the tip of his tongue on and around her clit while his fingers danced around her lips and ass both. Ginny’s moans increased in intensity as he rapidly brought her to orgasm. Finally, with an exultant cry, Ginny wrapped her powerful legs around Blaise’s head and held him against her core as her entire body shook with convulsions, her orgasm hitting her sweetly while she drenched Blaise’s face with a torrent of her juices.

She fell onto her back, her body going completely limp as Blaise pulled back, looking supremely smug and as turned on as he’d ever seen his mate. Ginny lay panting in the middle of the table, her breaths coming in ragged pants as she fondled her perky tits and bit her lip sexily.

‘You just came all over the chips,’ Harry interrupted her blissful reverie with a deadpan, breaking the silence of the room and causing everyone, even Ginny, to erupt in an almost hysterical bout of laughter.

She sat up and gave him the finger before hopping off the table on unsteady legs, a combination of euphoric sensations still making her knees weak while her sexy heels made her unsteady on the carpet. With a casual wave of his wand, all traces of her juices vanished and the table was restored to its previously pristine condition.

He didn’t dare touch the juices she had sprayed all over Blaise, or her glistening thighs. First, he was pretty sure Blaise would flip the table if he vanished his reward and second, seeing Ginny slick with her own secretions was just fucking hot.

‘Oliver’s deal,’ Harry said with a smirk, sliding him the deck of cards. They all chuckled as the tension left the room and the gruff Scottsman started shuffling.

‘I need a drink,’ Ginny groaned, rubbing her pussy over her knickers and grinning salaciously at them. ‘Anyone else want one?’

They all replied in the affirmative and watched as she sauntered out of the room, an extra, deliberate sway in her step.

When she was gone, Oliver turned to him with a raised brow. ‘You alright mate?’

Harry just looked at him over the rim of his not-quite finished butterbeer with a raised brow. ‘Do I look alright?’

Oliver pinned him with his steely gaze, raising his own brow in turn. ‘You look like a pig in shite.’

Harry barked out a laugh and pointed to him with his now-empty glass. ‘There you go then.’

‘You’re mental,’ Cedric said with awe, shaking his head as he picked up the cards Oliver dealt at him. ‘I’d heard rumours, but I just thought they were all talk. Jealousy or what have you.’

Harry shrugged. ‘Just be discreet. I don’t care if anyone knows about what we do behind closed doors, but I do care if it hurts Gin’s career.’

‘Noted,’ Blaise replied with a nod of his head and a pleased smirk, no doubt feeling immensely grateful. ‘Don’t bite the hand that feeds.’

‘Something like that,’ Harry agreed with a chuckle.

It was getting pretty late by the time Harry engineered Ginny’s final loss - he could have let it happen sooner, but seeing Wood squirming in his seat while his wife flirted outrageously with him was just too hilarious.

‘Oh bollocks!’ Ginny cursed as Oliver revealed his straight flush, trouncing her regular flush. His wife was spunky, gorgeous, cute, ripped, amazing - she was not, however, a good actress.

‘You’re not getting off light Gin, that’s a lot of Galleons on the table,’ the Scottsman warned in a gruff tone, the hours of teasing having very obviously gotten to him. It didn’t help that Harry, Ced and Blaise kept laughing at his expense.

Ginny pouted, stood from her chair and rounded the table until she stood behind the professional athlete. She started to massage his shoulders as she leaned down to whisper - not very quietly - in his ear.

‘I wonder if what all the girls say about you is true?’ she mused, her hand leaving his shoulders and running sensuously down his bulging pecs and shredded core. Oliver sucked in a shuddering breath as Ginny’s hands disappeared under the table. ‘I heard you have a beater’s bat stuffed in your pants.’

They’d all heard that, to be honest. It had become a bit of an in-joke amongst his Gryffindor housemates back when he was still at Hogwarts, an in-joke that had spread to the entirety of the school.

It probably had something to do with the ridiculous song Fred and George made up about their captain and his legendary, giant schlong that could keep goal on its own.

Harry chuffed. It was a pretty funny song.

Ginny apparently liked what she found very much. When Oliver shut his eyes and shuddered at the feel of his wife’s hands on his bits, Ginny bit her lip and moaned with pure desire.

They all watched with mounting excitement as Ginny, apparently done feeling Oliver up, pulled her hands back and dragged his chair out from under the poker table. Hands shaking with excitement, she dropped to her knees and unzipped and pulled down first his trousers, and then his pants.

Gin gasped while Harry, Cedric and Blaise had similar, if less excited reactions. The stories and the song were, in fact, true. Oliver’s fat hog was even bigger than Harry’s girthy eight-inches, uncircumcised and resting heavily against his wife’s grinning face. Harry didn’t even hesitate to take out his comms and snap a few pics of the erotic sight - at his mates’ bemused looks, he could only shrug and grin.

Looking back at the action, at Ginny rubbing her face against Oliver’s huge cock and groaning with desire, Harry got that glorious, queasy feeling in the pit of his stomach - the same one he got every time his wife lost her mind over a cock bigger than his own.

Her disappointment from earlier that evening at having Raheem cancel on her was all but forgotten as she ran her long tongue along the entire length of Oliver’s shaft, whimpering with desire. When she opened wide and took as much of his cock into her mouth as she dared, Harry had to readjust himself in his seat to allow his own cock to harden in his pants comfortably.

Oliver groaned deep and loud, threading his fingers in his wife’s coppery hair as he enjoyed her sloppy and skilled blowjob. Ginny moaned again and pulled off the fat shaft until only his plum-sized head was in her mouth. She sucked with all her might, her cheeks caving in while her tongue ran circles around his exposed, sensitive head.

‘Mmm,’ she moaned with delight, eventually pulling off his cock with a gasp as she used both hands to stroke his entire length. ‘So nice - much more than I’m used to. You like having your mate’s wife suck your huge cock, Oliver?’

Before he could answer, Gin looked over her shoulder at him and winked cheekily. It was all Harry could do to resist pulling out his own cock and wanking right there.

He couldn’t wait to punish his slutty wife after his mates fucked off.

As it was, Cedric and Blaise looked at him with wide eyes while Oliver’s head fell back and he groaned in bliss, gently bouncing her head up and down his shaft as she took him back into her glorious, warm mouth.

Gin didn’t bother with any more dirty talk. They were all turned on enough as it was and she was clearly just enjoying the simple act of sucking dick with an enraptured audience.

Unfortunately for him, Oliver didn’t last much longer, the situation entirely too hot for him to be able to hold back his orgasm. With a grunt, he shot forward in his chair, his hands on either side of Ginny’s head as he unloaded in her waiting and eager mouth.

Ginny moaned with delight as she milked him, her small, pale hands squeezing his bollocks as he unloaded in her dainty mouth.

Big dick, big load, however. As her mouth grew full from Oliver’s release, she pulled his cock out and let him finish on her face, the final dribblings oozing out onto her tits. Throughout it all, Ginny pumped Oliver’s cock and, when he finished, she rubbed the cum into her skin with an aroused groan.

Looking at his mates, and their shocked and aroused stares, he had to snort. There was no way they’d be able to look at his wife the same way ever again.

And his slutty wife wouldn’t have it any other way.

When Oliver finally composed himself, they collected their winnings - or losings, in their case, though he doubted they felt like losers - he led them to the floo, an awkward silence hanging between them.

None of that.

‘So,’ he began, blasting through the wall of awkwardness that had arisen between them after they’d all taken liberties with his wife. ‘I’m assuming you’re all down with Gin joining us next time too?’

After a brief pause, they collapsed into fits of incredulous laughter as he patted them all on the back. They all cursed good naturedly when they realised they wouldn’t be able to have a repeat until Ron was a no-show again.

And Ron very much loved poker nights. He’d had to beg off because Rosie wasn’t feeling well - they wouldn’t be able to count on that in the future.

Harry wondered if his friends had the patience to wait for the next time Ron couldn’t make it, or if they'd just engineer a reason for him not to.

It was with that amusing thought bouncing around in his head that he returned to the living room to find his wife, still naked and laying on the floor, proudly showing off not only her glorious, cum-stained body, but her sealed-tight lips.

He immediately dropped to his knees and kissed her. Ginny whined and he groaned when he felt her tongue pass his friend’s discharge into his mouth. They swapped the slimy discharge back and forth, their hands all over each other as she tried desperately to remove his clothes.

Their kissing over with, Harry flipped his wife over so that she was on all-fours before slipping into her with a victorious groan. Ginny was equally as vocal, but when he pulled out so only his head remained in her right, warm quim, he spanked her toned, meaty ass with a not-inconsiderable amount of force.

Gin squealed at the unexpected impact, and when he spanked her other cheek, watching her ass ripple with the aftershocks, she squealed again.

‘Why are you mad at me?’ she sassed, looking over her shoulder at him and biting her lip. ‘It’s not my fault Oliver has a bigger, manlier dick than you - don’t take it out on my poor bum.’

She cackled with glee as he followed up her taunting words with a series of slaps on either cheek for that one.

When he calmed down, Ginny decided to poke the lion again. ‘First Daddy, now Oliver. Do Blaise and Cedric have big dicks too?’ she teased, huffing and trying not to moan as he carefully thrust in and out of her. ‘At this rate I won’t even need you.’

She wanted to poke the lion? He’d act like one then. She squealed when he bent down and bit the back of her neck, pushing her head into the ground as he pounded her glorious ass. ‘Mm, yes baby! Punish your slutty wife!’

He spanked her thigh and bit down even harder. Ginny’s moan was wild and undulating and, when she came, it was with a squeal so loud it hurt his ears.

They fucked for an hour, never making it back to their bed. When they were finished, they laid beside each other on the floor, their bodies glistening with a sheen of sweat while Ginny’s was covered with red welts from where he’d spanked her - perhaps with a little too much excitement.

He gently ran his fingers over her sensitive skin and his wife shivered against him.

‘Fleur has some cream that’ll deal with those, don’t worry,’ she mumbled, as she snuggled up against him.

His wife knew him too well.

‘Next time, we won’t have to faff about and beat around the bush. They’ll know how much of a slut you are.’

‘Mmm,’ Ginny purred in approval, her previously half-lidded eyes becoming fully alert as she eyed him with mirth. ‘Your friends now know you’re not man enough to satisfy me on your own.’

His dick instantly hardened and she laughed when he picked her up over his shoulder and dragged her into their bedroom.

He needed to put his cheeky slut back in her place.