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After speaking with all of the ministry officials, Harry Potter left the ministry gala late night. He returned to his mansion expecting to see his smiling wife, Hermione Granger-Potter, but instead found his living room vacant.
But when he noticed a brand-new, little chastity cage on the coffee table, proudly perched in its box, his heartbeat accelerated. It was so loose to pull it off, so he laughed as he recalled how he'd wrecked the prior one in a mad dash to get at his cock and wank off.
This one would fit his five-inch cock snugly because of its five-inch long, curved shaft cage. His penis hung five inches in both its flaccid and firm forms. Upon noticing the time and realizing that Hermione might return home at any moment, he hastily undressed and enthusiastically seized the gadget.
After putting his balls as well as shaft into the ring, he managed to fit his normally five-inch hard cock inside a cage that was nearly the same size and was already giving him intense pain and suffering. When he saw his wife giving him a seductive wink before heading inside, he was barely able to pay attention to the conversation that ensued. Hermione had left the after-party at the ministry fairly early, begging off with lies regarding an early morning report filing she needed to go asleep for.
After realizing after three years of marriage how boring and vanilla their sex life had become, he and Hermione had a quick conversation on how to liven things up. Unexpectedly, Hermione then went to see Fleur Weasley of all people.
The Weasley family became one of the wealthiest families in the wizarding world because to the business ventures of Fleur, the French veela, who had some very creative ideas about sex and oversaw the adult department of all the WWW stores around the nation.
In their bed, Harry and Hermione had experimented with voyeurism, exhibitionism, bdsm, and dildos ranging in size from his to larger ones for Hermione. He sat in a chair in a corner and watched as she enjoyed a large dildo, wearing a microkini so tiny that it was almost naked her body folded in half with knees in her armpits and digging a dark black toy into her cunt with both hands.
It all started recently when Hermione gave him a tour of the cock cage and even pegged him repeatedly while he donned it. Even in terms of attire, they turn mischievous. Hermione goes to work wearing nothing but her ministry robes, while Harry is uncomfortable wearing his cock cage inside his slacks.
Both of them were having an extremely enjoyable time, but Hermione revealed that she had a particular fantasy in which she invites a different man to their bed. Harry was first apprehensive, but after Hermione assured him that it would only be for a single time and that they could end it if either of them felt uncomfortable, he was willing to give it a try. That was fine with Harry.
The only two people that knows about their new exciting sex life and this new idea is Bill and Fleur, when asked to Fleur that if she tried any of these ideas, she just went on to say - La bite de Bill est bien plus que suffisante par rapport à n'importe quel gode ou autre pénis. Whatever that means.
Bill on the other hand was confused with their new taboo ideas and their planned idea of inviting another man. When he asked Harry about their decision, he just let him know that he wanted to please Hermione and by in turn himself. Happy wife happy life.
She might return home any moment and has had over three hours to find a partner for the evening. There is no limit to anyone she can invite in for tonight, she had told him. Either someone they know or don't know could be it. It may even be some random muggle man. She could always take her lover into a hotel and use her memories to relive his cuckolding, but he had made it clear to her how much he wanted to witness the activity firsthand. At first, they want to move on without telling the third man that Harry is there.
Harry knew that she had his needs and wishes top of mind when they played, so he was prepared for anything she had planned.
He moaned at the view of their room as he rushed in nude, his small cock tinkling and bouncing with every hasty step. Hermione had left their room appearing like what a storm had gone through, and she fully expected him to pick up after her so she could get ready for her boyfriend. There was something delightfully emasculating about that.
He was clueless about her plans. Would it be a familiar face? Another Wizard? Or would she head to a nightclub and look for a muggle?
His enthusiasm increased as he heard the front door's key jingling, knowing that he had found the solution. His bollocks hurt as the ring tugged at them painfully. He smiled and turned to face the sofa by the window. Every time she played with a dildo, they referred to the chair as his throne.
Upon taking one last look, he was confident that he had left the room immaculate. He ran into the closet upon hearing voices, waiting in the pitch-blackness where the only sound he could hear was his heart pounding quickly.
Then he became aware of them. His wife laughed, and then there was a deeper, richer, and more relatable laughter. He seemed like a huge guy. He heard them stagger into the bedroom, obviously not playing around, and he took a deep breath, then jumped when the door rattled on its hinges with a sudden, strong hit. Then he heard the desperate sighs and groans of his wife along with her lover, their lips meeting as they cuddled.
The extremely sensual noises and surroundings nearly made him want to let go and wank. Their lips met for what seemed like minutes, his wife's sensual whimpers becoming more desperate. But eventually they came to an end, and the man started talking. "Restroom over there?" Harry was unable to recognize the voice as it was muffled.
"Mmm," Hermione groaned in agreement, appearing stunned following several minutes of passionate kissing. "I'll change into one that's more comfortable; take your time."
He laughed. "I'm thrilled."
His wife reopened the closet doors and gave him a once-over, clearly unsurprised at seeing him, when she heard the bathroom door open and lock. She looked at Harry's steel cage, his bollocks crimson and throbbing, his small shaft pushing gently against its chains, and she bitten her lip and groaned in excitement. The most beautiful thing on Earth was his wife, particularly when she was excited.
Her almond-shaped eyes were blazing with hunger, and her attractive face, with its firm jawline and high, prominent cheekbones, became flushed with her desire. She was wearing a shocking bodycon dress that was so short it would have revealed her tight bum if she even leaned over. It revealed a ton of cleavage.
He knew the black dress wasn't going to last long, thus he was precise as she quickly removed it to reveal her sultry side. His wife's hourglass figure, with her big tits, pink nipples, and her gorgeous, light tanned skin and shoulders, drew his attention more than her open-toed heels.
He was aware that she wore all of her jewelry, all of which were presents from him. His heart pounded as he glanced at her engagement and wedding bands. His wife did not get naked for him. She grinned as she gave him a look. "You're aware of what to do".
With practiced ease, he swished his wand after swallowing his moan. In the center of their roomy closet appeared a chair exactly like the one he'd summoned before. His wife placed four swift, imprisoning spells on his forearms and ankles, bound them with thick, comfy rope, while he sat there obediently, twirling her wrist and drawing her very own wand out of her unseen holster.
She was quite skilled at casting the magic. After giving his caged cock another long, fiery stare, she confirmed that he was suitably restrained. She then carefully put her knee on his tiny bollocks and bent down till her lips were close near his ear, sending shivers down his spine with her hot breath.
"He's very charming," she muttered, her voice tremulous with yearning and sultry want. "Honey, his cock gets so big. Better in size and thickness than yours. I'm excited about finally having a real man whom is aware of ways to fuck me the way a real man would when he joins me on our marital bed. Not like you, you are more like a naive young lad".
Harry resembled his hurting cock and balls at the end of her sultry speech. Red, drooling, fumbling in vain against his restraints. His eyes were as wild and deranged as a dog's, and he felt like a chained dog who went too long without food.
Hermione leaned back, continuing massaging his bollocks using her knee and grinning at his terrible state. She was tormenting him, and when her face got too close to his, he lashed out, trying to catch her cherry lips using his own. Hermione drew away. She shook her head, tutted, and giggled.
With an emasculating baby accent, she chided, "We cannot have that, you dirty peanut boy." While she shifted and stood with her back towards him, he moaned and exhaled in strongly with his nostrils as she stroked her bum on his caged cock. When she bowed at the waist and nonchalantly slid her obviously wet panties down her attractive legs, he wanted to scream.
He observed them with the alertness of an owl, catching his breath at the slightest sight that made his heart race. With one of the loveliest smiles she had ever managed, Hermione twirled around, spinning her knickers on her finger. "We cannot tolerate your pitiful whining and groans interfering with our evening," she replied, her bottom lip forming an adorable pout.
He nearly had an overload of senses. Everything about it, his wife's maddeningly seductive taunting, the sight of her bare busty form, infuriatingly only outside his reach, her deliciously perky tits. He was asked as to why they doing this previously by Bill. If only he could present the evidence of his cock nearly escaping the stainless steel cage. She is incredible!
Hermione's eyes dilated and she swiftly slipped her knickers into his mouth and fixed them firmly with a final sweep of her wand when the husband and wife overheard her lover finishing inside the shower with the stopping of the tap, finally breaking out of their stupor.
His eyes broadened in horror as the knicker filled into his mouth and he feeling the moist material brush his tongue. He nearly went into hyperventilation, but then he tasted something familiar and salty. Her panties was drenched in sperm. They fucked already.
Hermione gave a wink. She gave an order, "Behave," trying to sound serious, but her twitchy lips destroyed the effect. As soon as he began to struggle against his restraints, she said again, "Behave, or you aren't going to witness as Ron has me cry out like you wished you could."
When he realized that the man she had chosen to fulfill her fantasy was Ron Weasley, their mutual best friend, he became frozen and his eyes widened. Then, with a devious smirk, his seductive, nude, and ready-to-fuck wife whirled around and shut the closet door behind her without turning on the enchantment that would have allowed him to see through the closed door.
With his gaze wide, he violently resisted the straps, nearly toppling his seat back onto the ground. At last, he pushed himself to settle down, bringing his pounding heart under control and his breaths ragged, because his rational side told him that he approved of her choosing ANYONE to be her lover. Though the flavor of cum was so powerful that it was impairing his ability to think clearly, he was eventually able to stabilize his heartbeat in the darkness and hear soft murmurs of quiet discussion coming from a few feet away.
He could hear the soft mumbling after his heart stopped pounding in his ears, but he was unable to understand what they were speaking. But he could clearly hear the soft groans and wet lips smacking, which allowed his imagination to run wild. His beautiful wife in his best friend's arms, her nude body massaged all over as she rose on her tiptoes and snogged the hell out of him.
Then he heard the rustle of the sheets and the compress of the mattress springs on his marital bed while keeping his eyes shut and his ears extremely focused and listening. "Love, make me hard."
He had to will himself to keep from moaning and throwing himself away as he heard Ron's deep, muffled voice give the order. Ron pictured himself holding a massive shaft and gently brushing it across his beautiful wife's face, her eyes shut and her smile content. Then Hermione's muffled moan and the recognizable wet, slurping noises of her swallowing a large cock assaulted his senses, shattering the image into a million fragments.
His thoughts tortured him with visions of his gorgeous wife on kneeling on the soft carpet, her lips split so wide he couldn't quite see the sly smile she offered him around it. His imagination ran wild. With a light laugh, Ron's strong voice urged, "Stop, stop. We have all night, there's no rush, and I don't want to cum into your mouth again, you horny minx."
Harry snorted against his cum-drenched underwear, as if his saliva continued to draw out more of the release that his wife had evidently also tried earlier. Hermione had just recently left the ministry, so he pictured her having practically run to get ready the moment she got home, flown to the closest wizarding club to meet Ron, and then suckered him dry in the center of the party like a desperate slag, her engagement and wedding rings sparkling for all to see.
She cooed seductively, "Hmm, I am so excited to feel this huge boy within me again, daddy." Luckily, Ron moaned even more loudly compared to Harry at the wildly sexy tone, thus he was not caught when his wife shocked them both using that line.
"When should Harry be home?" His tone was full of passion and humor as he asked.
"Don't worry about him," Hermione urged, alerting Harry to her presence on the bed with a noise of further compressing springs and shuffling sheets. "You only need to concentrate on taking up his empty spaces and fucking his wife harder than he ever can."
Ron laughed heartily as Harry sobbed softly and struggled against his chains once more, and then the noises of their kissing dominated the room. More sensual vision tormented his head, only making his shaft throb violently and his bollocks hurt.
He pictured his wife wrapped in Ron's huge frame, pressing herself against Ron's body as they shared a passionate kiss, their asses turned toward the closet door while their fingers entwined. Then, his fantasy turned into a lousy replica of reality, and he experienced a gut-punch sensation. He wasn't ready for what he witnessed.
Hermione had naively activated the charm on their closet by grasping her wand and sucking Ron's face off as a diversion. He was suddenly seated in the light and could see all of their bedroom as the door turned translucent in a single direction, allowing Harry to see everything without obstruction. With his eyes wide, Harry inhaled sharply and took in the image in front of him.
Hermione slipped her wand again into its hidden holster and straddled Ron's large, well-muscled frame, his cock towering above her plump buttocks. Harry had never witnessed a bigger cock, and she had completely excelled herself once more. Ron's manhood surpasses her large dildo. The vulgar, obsidian shaft nearly to a foot long as well as wide as Harry’s wrist, his big feet suspended off the side of the bed.
Ron moaned as Hermione wrapped the shining shaft within her firm bum cheeks and began to bounce her hips, successfully stroking him using her sexy bum. With a mischievous smile, she glanced in his direction while doing her small dance, giving him a playful wink and mouthing the word "huge."
The allure of transparency might only be one-sided, but his wife was familiar enough with him to predict his response to both her actions and the scene in front of him. His muscles strained so hard against his restraints that they began to ache, causing him to moan. Sincerely, he was afraid he would pull something.
Playing this kind of game with somebody he trusted and adored had the added benefit that she knew just the right amount of pressure to apply to each button. Their fetishes were like a musical instrument, and Harry and Hermione enjoyed many an evening honing their kinks like master musicians. It was successful.
When she moved upward Ron’s body and began to smooch him again, his massive, hard cock accompanied her till it rested against his abs, its mushroom-shaped head pointed like an arrow at her tight, bare, swollen pussy. Swollen because they’d previously fucked and that tool had long since left its mark.
Then she reached back to her buttocks, looking over her shoulder where she believed his look was. He watched, breathless, as she maneuvered the shaft with her long, delicate fingertips until Ron's plum-sized knob was precisely where her womanhood began, the spearhead already loosening Harry's wife's closed lips.
As she slid downwards, carefully piercing herself on the massive shaft, she bit her lip, showcasing her attractive, well-defined jaw. After he'd slid a couple of inches in, Ron groaned, "Oh fuck," and Harry echoed his sentiment.
Hermione let out a whine. She was cautious as she inserted every inch of his cock inside her, despite her apparent eagerness and the fact that she had already banged the redhead that evening. The way his gorgeous wife's reddened face was turned to face him, her desperate brilliant brown eyes staring into his, the way her bum shook as Ron gave her a spanking, and how his pole outrageously stretched her pussy lips—it was all too much for Harry to handle. Harry was pulsating with want for his lovely wife.
Cursing his own poor self-control, he raised his wand towards his hand and, with a simple wrist flick, made the rope over his one wrist disappear.
He was frantic to free himself from his chastity cage, so he set up a charm and the cage dropped to the rug in pieces. His eyes never left his wife's, thinking they were engaged in a staring match as she screwed her bull, and Harry started to stroke himself till she looked back to Ron and began to give him passionate kisses. His wife had kept the key to his cage in the the ring case he had proposed to her.
His gaze then shifted to her sculpted, pale ass, and he groaned. She’d unexpectedly succeeded in pack herself on a fair amount of the ridiculous manhood - a further reason why they were so a match. When Hermione was excited, her pussy measured about seven inches deep. Several times, Harry resorted to use dildo rather than his own 5-inch cock to please her.
The thought was deliciously devilish and erotic, and he groaned and shot off his first shot of the night, feeling a surge of pleasure that shook every part of him and made his bollocks thrill instead of hurt. His discharge shot out so quickly that the first round splattered his spectacles and struck him square in the face.
He jerked once more, his cock spitting out more and more discharge, leaving a trail of it all over his bare chest as proof of his disobedience.
He was so eager to see the fun that he didn't even bother tidying up. Ron appeared to get as far as he could as he palmed Hermione's ass cheeks while humming and moaning. "Holy crap, you're so deep," she moaned, her voice wavering with pleasure and arousal.
"More deeper than your husband?" His tone was very funny as he teased.
"You are so much bigger," she complained as she moved up his body once more and descended gently, pressing her clit on his abs and penetrated her pussy over Ron's shaft. "You spread me so much better than Harry’s worthless dick did. He often cums so, Hmmn, quickly."
The teasing made Harry's shaft throb with embarrassment, and his naughty wife's unintentional accuracy just made him more aroused. With a laugh that made him seem incredibly proud of himself, Ron palmed Hermione's buttocks, his pale hands creating a delightful contrast with her lightly tanned skin.
While she slowly bounced on her lover, his wife kept rocking back and forth. Their faces were barely millimeters away, which made the scene much more exciting than if Ron had been just fucking her instead.
Though this perspective didn't provide the ideal view, Hermione's voluptuous, flowing figure and her desperate-looking pussy lips trailing glistening secretions down his shaft as it attempted to cling to the fat, Weasley cock were an amazing sight in and of themselves.
Harry stroked his long-revived member and observed them, his eyes locked on her pussy. His wife groaned as the slow, passionate kissing intensified her enjoyment till it reached a crescendo. She placed her palms on her partner's chest, arched her back, and felt her body tremble with a delicious, well-earned climax.
Before she could even gather herself from her fog, Ron suddenly changed his pose around, pushing her onto her back with her head dangling off the foot of the bed and her legs spread wide. Ron then crept up on his knees and wedged himself between Harry's wife's toned thighs.
As Ron so expertly hammered Harry's wife, Harry got to see Ron in the nude. As Hermione had so excitedly indicated, he was objectively pretty gorgeous, with a charming grin on his sweat-soaked face and dark, lustful eyes. He looked like a tank, extremely ripped with muscles bulging everywhere.
Ron wrapped his massive arms around Harry's wife's thighs and slipped back into her sinuous femininity, releasing an exuberant gasp. Hermione screamed at the early invasion, but her body was still trembling from the tremors of her last orgasm, so she soon groaned when Ron began to thrust into her.
Ron turned to see his reflection in the closet door mirror. He observed his own body, drenched in perspiration and flexing muscles, as his freckled figure towered over Hermione's gorgeous figure, her legs encircling his waist as he gave her the pleasure her husband was unable to provide.
If the sight alone hadn't brought him to yet another intense crescendo, Hermione's opening of her eyes, a straight smile at the place where she was aware her husband was seated, and a wink did the trick.
"Fuck it!" He let go and let his cock spray its fluid all over his torso, joining the earlier discharge and creating quite the mess. He shook and cursed. His cock felt suddenly too sensitive. Panting, he stopped rubbing his extremely sensitive shaft and settled into the recliner to observe his spouse having fun.
Harry noticed Ron appeared to be rather proud of himself. His gaze flickered between his triumph in the mirror and himself, sporting a smug smile. He varied the extent of his thrusts while maintaining a steady rhythm, being careful not to let their shagging become monotonous and stale. Since he was fucking a stunning married woman on her bed as they trash-talked her husband, he figured he had every right to feel smug.
It has to be such a lift for one's ego.
They stayed shagging like that for a long enough period of time for Harry to become hard again, his wife's naughty act being among her best to date, and to be able to stroke his now less tender shaft once more, watching his wife act like a slut with Ron. Harry lacked self-control by the end.
"Are you ready to cum within me again?" Hermione inquired with excitement as Ron's thrusts became more forceful, his breathing and pants became faster and more intense. Their conversation was like to that of best friends. As they chuckled and joked like they were going out to lunch, they both fucked and observed themselves in the mirror. Harry felt more uneasy about that than about seeing them have an affair.
Ron snorted in agreement. "You want that?" he inquired, his brow soaking profusely with sweat. "Would you like me to breed you?" Hermione groaned involuntarily and arched her back in response to the inquiry, making it obvious what she thought. Harry thought Ron had given him a gut punch.
"Yes, Daddy," Hermione glanced upward at her lover with admiration and cooed, her forearm beneath her bouncing breasts. With a grunt and a jerk at her tone, Ron closed his eyes to concentrate on his thrusts while softly stroking her clit with his hand. "Take my pussy". She kept urging her lover to "fill it, knock me pregnant because my worthless husband can't, breed me," and boy did it work. "I am ovulating."
Ron roared as he pulled away, toppling over backward into the bed and taking deep breaths, "You didn’t wish to breed me?" With a pouty tone, Hermione asked, letting her head drop off the bed once more and her damp brunette locks falling to the floor. She grinned at her husband. "You don't like the thought of making my husband raise your redhead baby?"
As his wife spoke those obscene words, her eyes narrowed to Harry's position and she smiled viciously, turning his eyesight white. He almost passed out for a few minutes as he gradually recovered from the powerful orgasm; he couldn't recall the last time he'd cummed that repeatedly.
His wife and her boyfriend were both standing in profile at the side of their mattress when his senses eventually returned and the stars in his eyesight cleared. With her enormous lover towering over her, Hermione was bending over on the plush mattress, her perky tits hanging. Ron was clearly proud of his body, as evidenced by the way he flexed and smiled for Harry's wife on the mirror, getting a big smile and a girly giggle in return.
Hermione bitten her lip at seeing both of them, wriggling her bum to Ron's direction enticingly.
"We make quite the hot couple," she said cheekily, and Harry shuddered as the wicked words brought to mind Hermione introducing Ron as her boyfriend at various social events and leaving her poor husband at home to take care of the kids. He also picture their foes mocking them and their close companions looking shocked and disgusted as they witness her dance about the room alongside her beau. His waning, aching cock was given new life by the depraved ideas that were only ever the dirtiest of dreams.
He opened his eyes again and saw Ron making jokes with his wife. He tried not to look at his best friend's cock, but his treacherous sight went straight there. The manhood that had been giving his spouse immense gratification.
Harry's dick was little, like a pencil. Even in situations where he was confronted by boys who weren't average during the Hogwarts quidditch showers, he had always felt self-conscious regarding it.
Ron, though, was a different animal. His bizarre phallus extended over half of his protruding quadriceps. Harry couldn't believe Hermione could have fit such a large monster inside of her. When his wife was turned on, her pussy was deep than usual, but it also had to be one foot long and as thick as his wrist.
He sincerely doubted it would be her choice, but she was showing off to her husband in order to appease their nasty desires, and she knew just how to accomplish it. He was turned on more by this supreme Weasley specimen than by a whole coven of Veela parading nude for him, all thanks to her filthy words and sultry gestures.
At last, Ron let out a euphoric groan from the three of them as he grasped that snake and gently slipped back into Harry's wife's poor, battered pussy, fulfilling his need to fuck Hermione. He steadily drove in and out, reaching almost halfway in before halting down and pressing hard against her cervix, as the shagging pair kept staring at themselves in the mirror. He banged on the door softly, and Hermione bit her lip and shuddered.
Ron shared his knowledge. He never once became overly enthusiastic, and instead of hitting her cervix like an assault ram, he used his spongy knob to softly apply pressure. He stayed as close to her as he could, only taking a small step away before driving himself closer and putting more pressure. The deep insertion made Harry's wife's entire body tremble, yet he displayed amazing control. "Hmm," Hermione gasped for air. "Fuck me deep, just like that."
He bared his teeth and asked, "Little boy who lived, fuck you like this?" as the perspiration fell from his brow. Particularly since she was a marital slut, he figured it must have taken a lot of work to not just pound away like a beast when fucking woman so gorgeous. "Harry can go this deeply?" On another deep thrust, he stressed the word once more, increasing the pressure but not too much.
"Never," she replied honestly, grumbling and cocking her face back in satisfaction. "He's so pitiful—mmh—he can't even get me to cum when we—nnh—shag."
Ron groaned, "Poor girl," and turned back to their attractive features. "Don't worry, your daddy will look after you."
Hermione whimpered, her eyes wide, "Mm yes Daddy, take good care of your darling slut."
Oh my god. Harry was sure they will be thinking back on this moment for years to come. Ron's reaction altered after Harry's wife's body was repeatedly battered with waves of blissful joy emanating from her pussy for about twenty minutes with this deliberate, controlled thrusting. The foreplay was over for him.
Ron shifted himself, raising his extended leg on the mattress and pushing down upon Hermione’s backside. Hermione let herself be moved, her bum up and her legs trembling straight, her head down as resting side on their plush bed as she continued to gaze at their reflection.
This gave Ron an alternative entry point, and when he reached down for Harry's wife's clit, it sent shockwaves through her body. But in contrast to what Hermione and Harry had anticipated, he declined to press her love button. Rather, with his other hand on her lower back, he stretched under her and jammed his big, thick fingers onto her mons.
"What the heck?" With her mouth hanging open in a quiet scream, Hermione demanded, her eyes wide.
Ron reassured her, comforting her with his deep voice, "Shh....Let Daddy look after you."
His thrusts were shallower now. Harry squinted his eyes, finding it difficult to comprehend what he was doing. Then it clicked for him. Ron was applying more pressure to Hermione's g-spot, which is located on the top of her vagina. He was taking use of his girth by tilting his cock to strike and then scrape Harry's wife's pleasure zone. It was also effective.
With every thrust, his method more efficient than ever, he continued his onslaught, watching his lover spasm, strained laughs trailing from his mouth. Hermione finally found her voice, "Oooh, fuck. What are you doing to me, oooh...nnnh". Ron laughed once more, his voice so rich and deep that Harry questioned whether Hermione sensed her insides rumble each time he laughed.
"Did you enjoy it?"
Harry felt queasy as his wife yelled, "Yes, yes!" All of a sudden, this felt much less like a spectacle and much more real. "You fucked me way better than Harry did!" Harry let out a groan as his cock, which had been through a lot, began to slowly come again to life at those words. since they were true. Harry ought to have been taking notes as Ron was conducting a seminar on how to win over women.
Rather, Harry was still wanking as a degenerate, swooning at the view of his best friend completely claiming his wife’s sexy pussy. Harry found the scene in front of him deliciously embarrassing. There was a method of controlling one's ego with this quirk. So did his promiscuous, sultry wife.
"I'm going to cum!" Breathlessly, Hermione uttered her announcement, her body trembling and twitching with ecstasy as her deep, rapid moans were heard.
"Cum, for Daddy!" Ron growled, as if his own end was imminent. "You naughty little slut, cum for me."
The redhead was on the verge of cumming himself, but he was as smart as anything. Once more, he used deep thrusts, his palm encircling her clit as Hermione's orgasm approached and her cries grew louder and more desperate. She gave him her pleasure without shame, her eyes wide, mouth agape, head nevertheless turned to face him.
When it was all over, she squealed and hid her face into the plush mattress, her body trembling and completely uncontrollable. Ron soothed her through her climax, his grunts sounding desperate and his shaft foamy with their combined fluids. "That's it, good girl, you're Daddy's good girl," he said. "You're clutching me so tightly."
With her body still trembling uncontrollably, Hermione buried her head in the mattress and peered beneath her, down her seductive body to the massive cock that was still buried inside of her. Their mixed juices stained her bed, and she moaned at the sight.
With an animalistic groan, Ron promised to "fill her up." Harry's breath caught in his throat as lust and excitement made him disregard the pain in his balls and cock and stroke away like a dirty pervert.
With her eyes full of want and need, Hermione turned to face him once again as they looked through the door. "Fill me up, Daddy." She said to Ron and Harry let out a gasp that was equal parts pleasure and misery as he exploded once more, his stamina gone and his discharge looking pitiful and trickling out of his tip.
His legs were still shackled, so he slid into the recliner until his knees nearly touched the door. He saw as Ron's groans became more intense, his hands so tightly clamped around Hermione's buttocks that he left scarlet traces on her delicate flesh. Ron let out a loud growl when he came in, something Harry was positive his muggle neighbours would have loved to hear. As he emptied what had to be an enormous amount into Hermione's bountiful womb, Ron's back got rod straight as his big bollocks pulsed.
Hermione groaned and closed her eyes, letting her lover milk her pussy for all it was worth. She also smiled calmly as she sensed the warm wizard milk fill her. Ron groaned and jerked for nearly a minute before pulling out and staggered backward on unsteady legs. Still hanging incredibly low, his softening cock was drenched in a foamy, white mix of their secretions. He undoubtedly appreciated his effort as he walked up to Hermione's butt, and they exchanged glances in the reflection of themselves before bursting into fits of laughter.
He exclaimed, "Bloody hell luv, you're amazing," and Hermione fell onto her back, putting her arm over her forehead and flashing a gorgeous smile that highlighted her red-flushed features. Her lover laughed hysterically as she raised herself onto her elbows and gazed down his cum-soaked shaft with hungry eyes. "You have no control. It makes sense why Harry can't handle you".
"Daddy, are you not experienced with witches having the knack to handle you?" To Harry’s brain, it was unexpectedly more intense when his wife stated that to Ron while they were not in their throes of desire.
"You're so tempting to be true," her lover said, grinning. "You're something else."
Hermione gave him a cryptic smile in response to his compliments, her ravenous gaze once again falling on his filthy shaft. "Why don't you go clean? As soon as I'm positive that old ring and chain won't be bothering us, I'll join you".