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Brilliant Idiots - Chapter 05
🕑 Added 2023-04-28 23:58:41 +0000 UTCPreface
I try to highlight the infrequency of their play here, but also some of Ron's benefits and soothings of his ego - this story focuses on Hermione being naughty though, so you'll mostly just hear about Ron's exploits, rather than read about it.
Enjoy.
Chapter 5
Ron lay on the cloud-like bed in the resort suite Hermione had booked for them for their honeymoon, a blissful smile on his face.
I’m married. Hermione is my wife.
He still couldn’t believe it, when he really thought about it. While he was an alright looking bloke who kept in shape, Hermione was stunning. Brilliant, sexy, a serial high-achiever. He still didn’t know what she saw in him, but he thanked Merlin every day that whatever she saw, she loved.
Their wedding had been everything she’d dreamed it would be, with no drama and everything going perfectly to plan.
Miraculously, Ginny even kept her snipes at Fleur to a minimum - at least when anyone else was in earshot.
He grinned when he even remembered finding Seamus and Cho snogging furiously in a dark corner of the Burrow’s garden.
Maybe Seamus will finally get over himself and accept a celebrity girlfriend who’s the breadwinner as a wife, the arrogant prick.
His mate was a bit old fashioned like that, but he did mean well. It wasn’t like Cho was in much of a hurry to be tied down anyway, she enjoyed the life of an unattached sports star far too much.
Not that being attached would hamper her in any way.
Thoughts of his friends’ sex and love lives quickly made him think of his own. His wedding night had been absolute bliss. Stumbling home after the festivities, they’d made slow, passionate love all night. There was an embarrassing amount of happy tears and sloppy snogging, but he would never not remember that special evening without a silly smile on his face
He’d truly never felt happier. Not even when the Cannons had finally lifted their first ever trophy since eighteen ninety-two.
They’d managed only a few hours of sleep before they hurried to make the arduous journey to this island paradise. They’d gotten in pretty late and his amorous wife had attacked him as soon as the door closed behind them. Knowing what was coming, he was surprised by her advances but didn’t dream of knocking her back, or reminding her of her ominous promise.
They tried their darndest to repeat the magic of their wedding night and, in his opinion, they came pretty darn close.
When the tinkling sound of the shower shut off, his gaze immediately went to the door to the luxurious bathroom. He’d tried to follow her in, but with a grin that held loads of naughty promise, she’d rebuffed him with a hand on his chest. He’d spun around with a pout on his lips, his eyes finally taking in his surroundings.
Honestly, I barely even noticed how nice this place is. We were shagging as soon as we stepped through the door.
Their room looked… rich. He couldn’t honestly think of another word. It was the kind of hotel suite he’d only dreamed of maybe one day seeing the inside of, growing up rather poor as he did. Designer furniture, floor to ceiling glass walls with a breathtaking view of the ocean, a tello-vision as big as the bloody wall…
Honestly, it was nicer than their house! And they didn’t exactly live in a dump, his salary from the Prophet and Hermione’s even greater one from the Ministry allowing them more comfort than he’d ever dreamed of.
I guess that’s how we could afford this place. Even still, I don’t think I want to see the bill. I probably could have bought a MK3 Firebolt…
When the door to the bathroom whooshed open, a cloud of steam billowing out in its wake, he saw his beautiful, incredible, sexy, naked wife strolling out with a familiar look on her face.
Gone were the looks of love and adoration she’d been showering him with ever since they’d said their ‘I dos,’ and in their place, her beautiful eyes twinkled with mischief and her sensual lips curled in a devious smirk.
‘It’s time for your punishment, my love,’ she cooed, as she stalked towards him like a lioness. ‘I’m sure you were hoping I forgot, but you should have seen how embarrassed poor Hope was when she learned you spied on her losing her virginity to a stripper. You know she’s always had a bit of a crush on you? She was utterly devastated.’
That was news to him.
Kinda flattering, not gonna lie. Wouldn’t mind burying my face in those ridiculous sweater puppies of hers…
He dared not voice his thought that she could have not told her. He figured he was in enough trouble as it was.
She’d already promised to lock him up for their entire honeymoon. He’d had experience with that infernal device before, but he was confused when he saw no small box or chastity cage in sight. Still, his breath quickened and his legs trembled as he stood before her, a rosy blush on his cheeks as Hermione slowly toyed with the gold wedding band on her ring finger.
She was playing with it so much, her teeth naughtily gripping her lower lip, that he couldn’t help but be drawn to it. She was spinning it around as she eyed his hardening cock and, not even twenty-four hours after having slipped it on her finger during one of the happiest moments of his life, she slowly pulled it off.
His eyebrow rose as she played with the golden band, her face registering embarrassment, and maybe even a bit of guilt.
Narrowing his eyes, he looked at her with a frown.
‘What did you do?’
The blush on her cheeks darkened and she refused to meet his gaze. ‘I thought the chastity cage we invented at Hogwarts was a bit…much. I made an updated version, and as you know, gold is one of the best mediums to use for enchanting, so -’
‘Hermione,’ he interrupted her cute rambling sternly, trying his damndest to stifle his amusement despite his wife’s inability to meet his gaze. ‘Did you turn your wedding band into a cock ring?’
Impossibly, her cheeks darkened even more.
‘When you say it like that it sounds stupid,’ she sputtered, and Ron almost lost it right there. She probably thought he was angry, but to be honest, the thought of her removing her wedding band to use as a cock ring for him when she was entertaining someone else was… an insane turn on.
How wonderfully fitting.
‘That’s because it is stupid,’ he said, milking this for all it was worth. ‘It sounds like something I’d have come up with.’
Finally she looked up at him, and seeing his grin, she relaxed and matched it, clearly excited despite herself. ‘I’m really proud of the charms, look.’
She held it in the palm of her hand, and, with a frown of concentration, white light shone from the golden band from tiny, previously invisible runes carved into the precious metal. The light was so bright he had to resist the urge to look away as the ring expanded several times in size.
His eyes widened when his wife took his dick in his hands without so much as a by-your-leave and passed it through the expanded ring. When she got to the base of his shaft, she reached through the space and tried to pull his bollocks through, but she was struggling.
Unfortunately, her struggling and tender ministrations were only making her job, and him harder.
‘You’re not supposed to be so excited by this,’ she whispered, her tone pouty, gentle and amused as she tried to pull his balls through the ring with her dexterous fingers. She leaned up on her tippy-toes and, her loving, bashful smile back in place, they shared a slow, passionate kiss.
‘I can’t help it,’ he groaned in between kisses. ‘You’re so sexy when you get like this. I still remember when you were too embarrassed to shag with the lights on. Look at you now. My sexy hot-wife.’
It thrilled him to finally be able to use that term and it be literally true.
‘Yeah?’ she asked, her beautiful, brown eyes wide and attempting to portray innocence, her voice tender and sensual - but he recognized that look, his naughty wife wanted to play. ‘You like it when your wife punishes you? When she puts her pathetic little cuck in his place?’
Closing his eyes, he felt his face heat up in embarrassment and shame but he nodded obediently, her tone completely at odds with her harsh words, which only turned him on more. He leaned forward, eyes closed and lips puckered for another kiss.
Only to shriek in a totally manly way when his hardness was instantly dispelled by a frigid gust of wind targeted directly at his bollocks. His hands flew to his rapidly shrivelling package, desperately trying to warm it up as it retreated back into his body to find a source of heat. He looked up at his wife as she smirked at him, her wand twirling between her fingers.
‘That’s better,’ she cood, dragging the tip of her wand along his shaft for an embarrassingly short distance. ‘Come here, my love.’
He obediently stood before her, his manhood shrivelled so severely that his cock and balls were easily pulled through the ring, which now hung loose with plenty of room to spare.
‘You look so cute,’ she said with a delighted chuckle as her wedding ring glinted in the morning light. ‘Watch this,’ she said as, with another frown of concentration, the ring started to contract until it fit snugly around his bollocks and what remained of his pathetically dangling shaft.
It felt mildly uncomfortable, but he couldn’t deny that the cock ring would perform its purpose.
‘So it’s just a cock ring?’ he asked, somewhat disappointed and confused. He’d heard the purpose of these things was to keep one’s dick hard for extended periods of time - surely she meant for him to experience the opposite.
That was at least his experience when he’d been caged in her first chastity device.
‘It’s a cock ring insomuch as it’s a ring, and it fits tightly around your little dicklet,’ she teased and he felt himself flush at her teasing words. ‘But I wouldn’t have vandalised something so precious to me for something so benign and boring. Watch.’
It’s honestly embarrassing how touching I found that sentiment…
Then, with another frown of concentration, Ron yelped when a cool, golden liquid started to spread over his shrivelled penis, emanating from her ring. It poured over him like living metal until it hardened into the form of a flaccid, golden cock that completely encased his own, anchored by the ring behind his bollocks.
‘What the bloody hell,’ he marvelled in fascination as his wife grinned proudly at the show.
‘We kind of over-engineered the first version back at Hogwarts. Aside from enchanting the ring to transform into a chastity cage, the only other enchants I placed on it was one that makes sure everything stays hygienic, and another that’ll release you in case of emergency by using our safe-word while touching it.’
She doesn’t consider this over-engineered? She could have just bought a muggle one… I bet she just loved the symbolism of using her wedding ring though.
‘You’re mad,’ he exclaimed as he looked up at her widely grinning face. ‘Wait, isn’t our safe-word…?’
‘The incantation for the unlocking charm? Fitting, I thought,’ Hermione agreed with a mad cackle.
Snorting, he looked back down at the flashy cage he was now trapped in, a part of him still in disbelief that what encaged his cock was the ring that most symbolised his love for her.
How is that not perfectly fitting?
Speaking of fitting, he did worry how the solid looking cage would feel once he invariably got hard. Would it hurt? He hoped not.
Was it all worth it?
Remembering watching the girls at Hermione’s bachelorette party, and the two nights of incredible sex he still got to share with his new wife, he figured it was.
And it’s not like you don’t find this hot, you bloody liar. You married the golden girl, goody-two-shoes, by the book Hermione Granger - the fact that she’s a secret nympho is the hottest thing about her.
He shivered at the thought. He also blushed when he remembered the crazy party he was being punished for sneaking in on. He hadn’t been able to look his sisters-in-law in the eye at the wedding, and judging by the smirks they were giving him, they knew why.
He felt himself harden again at the memory, both Hermione and he watching with bated breath as the cage restricted him from getting hard.
‘Does it hurt?’ Hermione asked with a worried frown, her genuine concern instantly giving him the strength to endure any indignity she’d heap on him during this trip.
‘I wouldn’t say hurt, unless you’re talking about my pride. It’s a little uncomfortable.’
‘The pride of a pathetic little cuck? You can’t hurt what doesn’t exist,’ Hermione teased, her frown morphing into a cheeky grin as she melted into his arms and started kissing and nibbling his neck while playing with her latest invention.
When he pulled away, they were both panting and horny - with only one of them able to do something about it. Her frown was back.
‘Don’t be a macho idiot if it starts to hurt too much. This is for fun, I’m not trying to actually torture you, okay?’
He grunted his approval and whined when she rebuffed his kiss and strutted away to fetch the sunscreen with a sexy wink.
They took their time tenderly lathering each other’s bodies, making sure their pale skin had full coverage, before he sat on the bed and watched his wife get ready. She fetched a tiny, white bikini from their luggage and as he watched her put it on, he was amazed at how risque it was.
Despite what they got up to behind closed doors these days, Hermione was still mostly the goody-two-shoes in public.
She was still a knit sweater and jeans kind of girl. At most, she might sometimes wear a skirt that finished above her knee - if she was feeling particularly daring and it was warm, she might even show off some cleavage.
So when he watched her affix the tiny triangles of her string bikini over her modest, perky c-cups, he gaped. When he saw the gee string, he nearly lost his mind. She tied one side then, after stepping into it, tied the other. Pulling the side-straps up so that they sat high on her hips, he finally understood why women needed to get bikini waxes or use hair removal charms before wearing such skimpy bikinis.
The ‘fabric’ covering her pussy was so inconsequential that almost nothing was covered.
When she turned, he almost swallowed his tongue when he saw her jutted out, meaty bum. The side straps wrapped around her waist and joined at a small ring just above her perfect ass, while a third string disappeared into her crack.
Hermione had the best ass of all the women he’d been with. It wasn’t thick with muscle like Cho or Angelina’s - the latter he’d had an amazing view of recently - but it was meaty and jiggled with every step. She had heft there without losing any of her soft, feminine charms.
Not that he didn’t find athletic girls really appealing in their own way, he just preferred his wife’s slim, soft, feminine form.
So do lots of blokes, apparently.
When they got home, he might just burn the rest of her knickers and replace them all with gee strings.
It’d be worth the delicious punishment she would no doubt administer. He might even have to enlist Cho’s help to put a curse on her drawers to burn non gee strings immediately.
Feeling himself trying to grow hard, he looked down and watched as his cock was muzzled by the tiny, golden sleeve. If the size the chastity cage kept him at wasn’t pathetic enough, the fact that it glittered in gold and would draw all the attention just ramped up his humiliation even further.
‘You like?’ she teased as she modelled her incredible bikini for him. He could only nod, a goofy smile on her face. If it was up to him, she’d never wear anything else. ‘You think others will too?’
He felt himself throb against his cage.
‘There’s no way there’ll be a sexier woman on this island.’
Her smirk morphed into a wide, embarrassed smile and, cheeks flushed with pleasure, she stalked towards him and pushed him down on the bed, her lips ensnaring his as they engaged in a heated snogging session that Hermione eventually pulled away from with a slap to his chest. ‘Stop,’ she reprimanded, unable to keep the smile off her face. ‘I’m supposed to be punishing you, stop distracting me.’
The way the corner of her lips still twitched as she tried to affect a disinterested facade warmed his heart. Despite the years of practice, his wife still found it hard to not crack while in Mistress Mode.
She slipped into a pair of golden, strappy sandals that looked fetching laced up her entire shin before tying her hair in a low bun and donning a wide-brimmed hat. Finally, she finished her outfit with a couple of golden bangles and the necklace he had gotten her for their first anniversary.
Seeing the looks he was giving her, she smirked at him and looked down at his caged cock, her smile widening.
‘Are you ready?’
His eyebrow raised at her question, looking down at his completely naked physique before looking back at her. ‘Um, not quite?’
‘You’re ready enough,’ she brushed off his concerned frown with a giggle as she fetched a small beach bag. ‘This is a clothing optional resort, you won’t get in trouble if you walk around like that. As long as we stay in the resort’s grounds and within the limits of their private beach, of course.’
‘Of course,’ he said in a daze, a sinking feeling in his stomach. ‘But… everyone will see me…’
Her smile widened at his helpless tone. ‘That’s rather the point, my love. This is a punishment, after all.’
He almost whined which only caused her smile to widen sexily. The thought of others seeing him in this humiliating golden cage caused nervous snitches to go wild in his gut, his pale, freckled skin flushing scarlet.
His burgeoning hardness rapidly vanished and he felt himself shrivel all over again - so much so the two-inch sleeve felt embarrassingly roomy.
‘Don’t worry my love,’ she cooed, pinching his cheeks in a masterful show of condescension. ‘Think of all the people we know that have seen your pathetic little dicklet. That you have happily watched fuck your wife. This is nothing compared to that.’
She’s not wrong…
‘Why aren’t you naked?’ he tried, one last time. At least if his wife was walking naked beside him, she’d be able to suck up some of the attention with her beauty. Instead, they’d see her in that incredible bikini and instantly look at his flashy cage and wonder what she was doing with the tiny-dinked wanker - oh.
Well done genius. Figure that out all on your own?
‘Because I don’t want to take too much of the attention away from you, my love. I want everyone to see the pathetic little dicklet I settled for and pity me.’
He closed his eyes, clenched his fists and bit his tongue. He shivered as a powerful wave of euphoria surged through his body at her words, his eyes widening when he realised he’d nearly cum just from those words alone.
Seeing the proud, wide smile on her face when he opened his eyes, he realised he had rather blatantly telegraphed his shame.
Merlin, she’s too much.
-
A short while later, Ron finally allowed himself to relax as he walked with his wife hand-in-hand along the resort’s picturesque shore.
When they’d made their way down to the lobby, he tried desperately hard to not make eye contact with anyone, but it was hard to ignore the looks. He saw the entire range of reactions on his fellow holliday-goer’s faces, everything from shock to pity.
Though if he were honest, the amusement was the one that really made his gut churn in angst. Especially when it came from assholes strutting about with their big dicks swinging all over the place, eyeing his wife like a lion eyed a lagging wildebeest, ready to be picked off from the herd.
Thankfully, all kinds visited resorts like this, and while Hermione made sure his dick looked as pathetic as possible in his gilded cage, the few appreciative glances some of the women gave his physique made him feel a little better.
Thank Merlin for small mercies.
Though the ten minutes where a sophisticated and handsome looking older woman pulled Hermione aside and talked enthusiastically with her about dom-sub relationships and how they handled their cuckolds were rather mortifying. She barely even acknowledged his existence, a single disdainful glance letting him know clear as day what she thought of him.
He took solace in the fact that Hermione only politely humoured her. She wasn’t interested in this kind of play as a lifestyle - honestly, the amount of times they’d played in total over their years-long relationship he could count on two hands.
At least the weather was lovely, and he genuinely loved the feeling of the sun’s rays on his naked skin and the wet sand between his toes.
‘Was that so bad?’ his wife asked, bumping her side into his playfully.
He shot her a sideways look and bumped her back. ‘Maybe next time we come to one of these places, we do so right after Christmas. Let’s see how eager you are to strut about like a tart when you’ve not been starving yourself for your wedding.’
Her eyes widened in mock outrage, the corners of her lips twitching as she tried desperately to hide her amusement. She started poking his side in fury, eager to visit retribution. ‘You dare Ronald Bilius Granger?!’
‘Oh I dare,’ he fired back, shivering in delight - his choice to take her name hitting different while being locked in a chastity cage. He hated the idea of double-barreled surnames like Hermione had suggested, not wanting her father’s name to die with her parents. She’d suggested they flip for it, but he just shrugged and said he’d take the Granger name - not like there weren’t enough Weasleys running about, and the way his brothers were going, there’d be plenty more where they came from.
Besides, Hermione had already started her political career. It’d be awkward for her to change her name. And he rather looked forward to the looks on the faces of people like Malfoy when their elected leader had a Mudblood name.
Hermione had been so thrilled by his decision she had called both Cho and Lisa over and rewarded him with a weekend-long orgy he’d never forget.
He wrapped his strong arms around her midsection and pinched her sides, where absolutely no excess fat could be found. ‘I wonder how sassy you’d be with an adorable little muffin top sticking out.’
They laughed and frolicked in the sand, it was enough to make him forget about the pathetic state his wife had left him in.
The resort’s private beach was far more extensive than he’d imagined. He’d half expected there’d only be a fraction of the bay roped-off for their private use, but the entirety of the beach was for the resort’s patrons exclusive use, buttriced on either end by huge rocky outcroppings that completely shielded them from the rest of the island.
Far from being empty and open sand, the resort had also set up numerous beach-side bars, each of them with countless cosy lounges you could reserve if you didn’t want to just sit in the sand.
Thankfully - especially for him - they’d come during off-season where the tourist-traffic was relatively low. The beach, while showing plenty of signs of activity, still had loads of free lounges and empty spaces they could have put their towels down at.
As they continued to stroll hand-in-hand, Ron had finally started getting used to ignoring the looks he was getting when Hermione halted them in their tracks. They’d just passed by a buff, older latino man with golden skin slick with tanning oils and a pretty big cock jutting up proudly against his washboard abs.
Actually, he was of a similar length to himself, maybe a bit bigger at seven inches or so, but his impressive girth made him look just as imposing as her regular choice of lovers, if not moreso.
He’d winked at Hermione, a big grin splitting his face after motioning to Ron’s dick and then to his own, his crass meaning obvious. Again, Ron had ignored him like he had the rest, but when Hermione pulled them to a stop, he felt his stomach sink.
It wasn’t too dissimilar to the feeling of falling off his broom.
Hermione would normally never give someone so vulgar a second glance. But she was punishing him, and he had made a valid point when comparing their cocks…
‘Perfect, he’ll do,’ she said as she looked over her shoulder at the still grinning Latino man. If he wasn’t imagining things, Ron would swear she was jutting out her lovely bum for his appraisal as she turned to him.
‘What?’ he stupidly asked.
Removing her hat, she handed it to him with a wicked smile. ‘You didn’t honestly think your punishment would just be just walking around in that thing, did you? I’m not going to suffer for your transgressions.’
Leaving him with a dumbfounded expression on his face that the man no doubt found hilarious, his wife sashayed over to her admirer and held out her hand.
‘Hello, beautiful day, isn’t it? My name’s Hermione. That’s my husband Ron, we’re here on our honeymoon.’
As the man accepted her hand, Ron winced at how much she had revealed. Letting him know they were on their honeymoon as she approached a naked, clearly aroused man was the ultimate humiliation. Well, aside from what he expected would happen next.
‘Gonzalo,’ he returned her greeting with a wide smile on his chiselled jaw and a thick spanish accent, his cock twitching on its own in arousal.
His smile widened when he noticed his cock had Hermione’s undivided attention.
Pointing at his throbbing shaft, Hermione smiled sexily at him. ‘We were just going on a stroll and I couldn’t help but notice your… impressive predicament,’ she said, pointing at his thick, stiff prick. ‘I was wondering if you wanted some help with it?’
Both he and even the cocky Spaniard’s eyes widened in shock at her forwardness - he very much doubted the man had expected his flirtations to have born fruit so easily.
Ron felt the familiar feeling of a cuckold’s angst churning in his gut, his newly wedded wife unashamedly propositioning a handsome stranger barely a day after they’d committed to spend the rest of their lives together.
The queasy feeling was only matched by his arousal, especially when the man brazenly ran the back of his hand along her delicate jaw.
‘It seems I just might,’ he said with a boisterous laugh. Hermione’s smile widened and she sat in the man’s lap after untying her gee string and handing it to her husband.
‘Don’t lose those sweetie, they’re my favourite pair.’
Feeling another stab of humiliation as his wife carelessly handed him her bikini bottoms while Gonzalo grinned smugly at him, he stuffed them in the beach bag as Hermione pushed him down so he lay on his lounger and immediately started rubbing her naked pussy along his thick shaft.
‘You are far too beautiful for him,’ Gonzalo groaned as he cupped her meaty bum, his fingers sinking into the pliable flesh.
‘I wouldn’t be here enjoying your company if I’d married a man more worthy of me,’ she joked cruelly, the words sending a deviant shiver down his spine.
The bloke chuckled, his voice deep and filled with desire. ‘I think I am going to very much enjoy this.’
Hermione only moaned in response, her eyes closed as she gyrated atop the hard cock, its thick flesh rubbing against her womanhood deliciously.
She also seemed particularly fascinated by his bulging pecs.
‘Would it kill you to work out and get a body like this honey?’ his wife rhetorically asked without even looking at him. ‘You can’t control your little dicklet, but the least you could do is be nicer to look at.’
It was utter nonsense of course, Ron was in prime shape. While his muscles weren’t as bulky as the greasy man’s, he was definitely plenty shredded. That didn’t mean his sexpot of a wife wouldn’t use every basis for comparison as a cudgel to pommel is ego.
And it’s working. I feel humiliated and turned on at the same time.
Ron grit his teeth as Gonzalo howled in amusement, clearly enjoying and perhaps even getting even more turned on by his humiliation. When Hermione slid a little too far forward on her new friend’s groin, his big cock popped up from underneath her and slapped against her bum. Looking over her shoulder, she smiled cheekily at him as she ran her fingers along the thick shaft and leaned forward so she could gently guide it into her eager pussy, her eyes locked on his caged cock as it strained.
All three of them groaned when Hermione slid back and onto the stranger’s thick dick, the angle providing him a prime view of the shaft spreading her delicate lips obscenely. After sliding his prick all the way into her warm centre, Gonzalo held himself inside her as she got used to his girth.
‘How does it feel, my pretty? Different to what you are used to, I suspect?’
Hermione, her eyes closed and biting her lip sexily hummed her approval. ‘If this is what a real man’s cock feels like, I already regret marrying him.’
Gonzalo laughed and Ron could only bite his lip so hard he almost drew blood. He was being put through enough without his obvious arousal only adding to his humiliation.
‘You are such a naughty little wife,’ Gonzalo growled as he gripped her bum so tightly his fingers left red imprints and started thrusting up into her with utter abandon. Hermione’s squeal of surprise couldn’t have been faked even if she tried, she moaned in bliss as Gonzalo used his impressive physique to start jack-hammering up into her.
Ron was so transfixed by the ripples in his wife’s ass that he almost missed it.
He heard the crunching of the sand before he saw them. He dared not look around as the beautiful couple gaped at the scene before them in shock. They looked like professional models, but neither of them had opted to remove their clothing. The woman elbowed her partner in the ribs as he was caught staring a little too long at the rutting Hermione with naked hunger.
‘Ooooh god, so good, so much better than my husband,’ Hermione moaned with perfect timing as the couple stared at him in shock. As one, they both looked down at his golden cage and he flushed in abject humiliation.
The woman looked at him like he was less than a worm while the man just smirked at him in amusement, his smug grin reminding him so much of McLaggen he wanted nothing more than to punch it off his annoying face.
Thankfully, they hurried along and he finally let out a sigh of relief when he was alone with his wife and her lover again. Hearing his wife’s moans pause as she let out a breathy chuckle, he looked up to see her looking over her shoulder at him with a devious grin - giving him a wink to soften the blow of her cruel words - as they took a break from their furious rutting.
She then untied the string of her bikini in the sexiest way possible and plopped it on the sand next to them with a meaningful glance at it. Sighing, as Gonzalo groaned happily at his wife’s exposed, perky tits, he walked up to them and picked up the discarded scrap of cloth. The angle let him see Gonzalo greedily suckling on his wife’s hard nipples and, when he made to lean up and kiss her, Hermione turned her head and rotated on his lap.
His chest warmed with love that, even in the throes of passion, she remembered to not kiss her lovers like he’d asked so long ago.
Returning to his position at the foot of the lounge, he watched as his wife spread her legs and planted her feet either side of the man’s thick thighs while she supported her weight on the armrests. Gonzalo, getting the hint, guided his cock back into her and Hermione sunk down as she rode her new friend in reverse.
A group of three, young, topless women next walked passed to gape in shock at the scene. Hermione grinned at them, her face flush and her breathy moans coming in thick and fast in time with Gonzalo’s thrusts. They giggled when they saw him standing there with his pathetic, caged cock but he could only stare at their big, wobbling tits like an utter pillock.
Hermione’s moans became more intense as Gonzalo’s thrusts increased in speed. It got to the point where she was almost just holding on for dear life and she swayed in utter bliss, juices flying everywhere from their union.
‘Cumming!’ she yelled loud enough that if her moans hadn’t attracted the attention of everyone nearby, then her announcement certainly did. When Gonzalo reached around to start strumming her clit, Hermione leaned forward and came with a shuddering scream.
‘Oooooh, yes, yes you stud, right there, ooh God!’
He didn’t think his face could get more red. He felt like he had to be shooting steam from his ears he was so embarrassed and turned on. The aching in his balls as his cock futilely strained against its gilded cage started to become worrisome, but he forgot all about it as he watched his wife buck as Gonzalo filled her with his seed. He saw plenty escaping as he didn’t let up on his thrusting and fucked her through both their orgasms.
Gonzalo then pulled her down and hugged his wife against his oily chest, finally letting his thick cock slip out. Hermione kept her legs spread wide, a veritable river of cum oozing out of her.
He knew what came next before she even said anything, but the specifics still found a way to shock him.
‘Clean me, my love,’ Hermione ordered, her smile wide as she spread her pussy lips and eyed him hungrily. What shocked him is she hadn’t moved, her leaking pussy only inches away from Gonzalo’s flagging cock.
No way.
His eyes panicked, he firmly shook his head and uttered ‘Alohomora,’ under his breath - their safe word. Hermione rolled her eyes but acquiesced and instead walked over to him, cum leaking down her thigh in rivulets.
‘I said clean me, cuck.’ She ordered again, and, this time - clearly excited by the tone of her demand - he obediently fell to his knees and started first licking up the cum that had trailed down her thigh, before following it up to its source. Gonzalo laughed incredulously and said something in Spanish he didn’t understand.
His wife was brilliant though.
‘Every time,’ she replied in English. ‘He loves it.’
Gonzalo snorted and spoke a few more rapid words in Spanish as he cleaned her. The duo chuckled but said no more as Hermione moaned and ran a loving hand through his ginger locks.
‘That’s a good little cuck,’ she cood, as his tongue scraped around her insides, slurping up what it could. Her words caused him to open his eyes and he looked up the length of his wife’s glorious body to see her smiling down at him - he wanted to say lovingly, but he couldn’t help but feel it was more condescending.
The image was enough to earn another painful aching in his caged member.
He tried to ignore the people that strolled past and stared at them in confusion, especially when Hermione happily and proudly explained the situation to them. At this point, he kept his face buried in his wife’s pussy mostly to hide the way his face was aflame with humiliation.
When she was squeaky clean - Gonzalo had cum a lot - he stood up and brushed the sand off his knees. He’d hoped that would be the end of his torment but when he grabbed his wife’s hand after she’d put her bikini back on and made to continue their stroll down the beach, she reigned him in and motioned to the smirking Gonzalo with a tilt of her head.
‘What do you say, Ronald?’
She must have seen the look of confusion written clearly on his face because she rolled her eyes and motioned to Gonzalo again. The man had his thick arms crossed over his oiled chest and was watching them with amusement, his legs spread wide as he displayed the cock that had fucked his wife proudly.
‘Gonzalo gave me a wonderful orgasm. Don’t be rude, thank him for taking care of your wife when you could not.’
His eyes widened and his mouth ran dry at her cruel words. Their safe word was on the tip of his tongue, this being one indignity too far. Then he saw the excited look in his wife’s eyes and he let out a defeated sigh.
She’s loving this.
A robotic and somewhat sick smile on his face, he turned to the smugly grinning Spaniard and gave him a thumbs up ‘Thanks for looking after her mate.’
‘Anytime. In fact, I will be here at the same time tomorrow.’
He ignored the man’s hungry leer and, his blush spreading all the way to the tips of his ears, he grabbed his wife’s hand and started pulling her along after him, her amused chuckles matching her lover’s.
‘God that was so hot,’ Hermione moaned after they were out of earshot of her lover. She snuggled up to his side, hugging his arm to her chest and resting her head on his shoulder as they walked.
‘Wouldn’t know,’ Ron grumbled and Hermione shoved him playfully.
‘Stop being such a baby. We both know you love it, and it’s not like you’ll see them again.’
‘Oh, so you won’t be meeting him again tomorrow then?’
Hermione flushed but her smile widened. ‘Okay, you won’t see him again after we leave.’
‘You’re impossible, you slag,’ Ron said fondly as he finally leaned down to kiss his amazing wife. Hermione melted into his embrace and they just enjoyed several moments of intimate silence, passionately kissing while ignoring everything around them.
When they pulled apart, Hermione looked down at his caged cock and frowned. Ron followed her gaze and winced when he saw his balls looked red and inflamed while his cock, the parts visible from inside the cage, looked just as tortured.
‘It looks red. You’d said you’d tell me if it started to hurt.’
He shrugged helplessly. ‘It… doesn’t actually hurt. At least not yet. It’s just uncomfortable. It’s hard to explain, maybe like you’re gripping my cock and balls a little too hard? Or maybe a few hours after getting kicked in the bollocks?’
Cursing, she reached into the beach bag and took out a small bottle of some concoction. Splashing a few drops onto her hands and lathering it into her skin, she started rubbing the mixture into his balls. Immediately, he felt a comfortable, cooling sensation around his aching bollocks and when Hermione next dripped some of the mixture into his cage, he felt a similar sensation enveloping his shaft.
He sighed as the aching subsided.
‘Need I remind you, the point is to embarrass and cuckold you, not physically torture you.’
‘Just mentally torture me? I already regret marrying him?’ he asked, his eyebrow cocked but his lips twitching in amusement he couldn’t truly mask. Still, Hermione looked down with an adorable flush.
‘I know, that was so bad.’ She leaned into his chest and started to caress his bollocks. ‘This guy here liked it though, I think.’
‘That guy is a bloody traitor,’ he grumbled.
The flush still there, she looked up at him with a cheeky smile he couldn’t help but find adorable. So adorable that he had to kiss those pretty lips of her again.
When they pulled apart, Ron gave her another kiss on the nose. ‘Just don’t try me with that gay stuff again. I know you obviously think it’s hot, but it’s never happening.’
Sighing dramatically, his wife still relented with an indulgent grin. ‘I didn’t want you to touch him, I just wanted to see it near your face while you cleaned me.’ Seeing his unconvinced look, she sighed. ‘Maybe next time. I guess I’ll have to settle for fucking all these sexy men. All of whom are much better lovers than you, you pathetic little cuck.’
He shivered at her words and his wife’s smile widened. ‘Be honest, my love. Which turns you on more, watching all these superior men making your naughty wife squeal harder than you ever could, or having all these people see your pathetic, caged little dicklet and knowing they’re laughing behind your back?
He shivered again at her insidious question, but he must have taken too long because his wife grabbed his balls and started to gently apply pressure.
‘I asked a question.’
Shivering again, he genuinely gave it some thought before mumbling the answer under his breath.
When she increased the pressure on his bollocks, he groaned and gently pressed his forehead against hers. ‘Merlin you’re so hot when you get like this.’
‘Stop dodging the question Ronald.’
‘Watching… superior men… making my naughty wife squeal harder than… harder than I ever could is… amazing.’
‘See?’ Hermione asked brightly as she gently fondled his bollocks. ‘Was that so hard?’
‘I love you,’ Ron suddenly blurted out, pulling back from his wife to stare into her shimmering eyes.
Her mischievous look vanished and she returned his loving gaze. ‘I love you more.’
-
They finally had made it to the end of the private beach and were going to make the return trip through the forest path in the shade.
They’d made stops for two more blokes during that time, and he’d watched as each had fucked his wife while his chastity cage sparkled in the sun and drew as much attention as ever. He didn’t even remember their names, despite his wife insisting on introducing them before they shagged.
Ironically, it wasn’t the men fucking his new bride that embarassed him as much as the other beachgoers who’d look at him with disgust as he stood there with his dick straining against its gilded prison. He’d gotten pretty good at ignoring their amused looks and general contempt though.
This path back to the resort was far more peaceful and quiet however. The shade from the thick canopy blocking out most of the sun and their lush surroundings only really gave them scant glimpses of the nearby glimmering ocean.
Ron enjoyed being alone and walking with his wife in the quiet of the forest. She seemed to enjoy it too, wrapping her arms around his side and resting her head on his shoulder as they strolled.
She had a blissful look on her face, her eyes closed peacefully, a perpetual smile gracing her beautiful features.
‘I’d look like that too If I’d just fucked a bunch of fit girls…’
No words needed to be spoken to fill the silence, they just enjoyed being in each other’s presence.
About halfway through their scenic trip, they stumbled on a sturdy wooden building just off the beaten path that advertised couples massages and the like. His wife’s eyes widened and she looked up at him with her big, doe eyes.
‘Can we?’
‘Why?’ he joked as he kissed her forehead. ‘Are you sore?’
She closed her eyes and shuddered, a cheeky grin on her lips. ‘So sore.’
Chuckling, he still shrugged and led them into the building, pushing aside the hanging reeds over the door as they slipped inside.
They were immediately greeted by the stunning woman he’d seen earlier on the beach, the one who, along with her handsome husband, reminded him of professional models. Her smile froze when she recognized them, her eyes instantly trailing down to his chastity cage before meeting his eyes once again.
She remained professional however and explained to them what services they provided to guests at the resort. Ron just stared at her like an idiot, mirroring her partner’s reaction upon seeing Hermione shagging Gonzalo.
She was as beautiful as he remembered. Bright green eyes and shimmering blonde hair tied up in a complicated braid with perfect teeth and sharp, statuesque features. She reminded him of Greengrass a little. Now that she spoke, he definitely recognized some kind of Scandinavian accent. She had the body of a swimmer while also being rather tall, for a woman.
Her handsome husband came out from the back and shot Hermione a wide smile.
Looks like my punishment isn’t over for the day.
The handsome man spoke with a similar accent and they referred to each other as husband and wife. When Hermione booked an hour-long massage for them, all a part of their ‘all-inclusive’ payment at the resort, they were led into a cosy room in the back with two, luxurious massage beds separated by a screen of bamboo sticks splitting the room in half.
The woman had either gotten over her disdain for him or was getting better at hiding it as she led him to one side of the room while her buff husband led Hermione to the other after unashamedly disrobing. He only had one quick glimpse of the smugly grinning twat leading his naked wife beyond the bamboo divider before his vision was fully obscured.
The woman, Frida, silently started to rub a warm oil into his pale skin as soft, soothing oceanic and beachside sounds started playing out of a nearby speaker. His nostrils started to pick up a faint, foreign floral scent that steadily grew stronger, the incense they had lit slowly filling the room with its hazy smoke.
It remained pretty platonic for a while, with Frida professionally and expertly rubbing her strong fingers into his previously unknown - to him - aching muscles. He groaned each time she firmly loosened out a knot and Hermione did likewise.
When he was asked to turn over, she only gave the faintest of sexy smirks at the sight of his cage but quickly schooled herself as she did the same for his front.
He was for once glad for the cage because as she massaged his collarbone and pecks, her beautiful face filling his vision, he was sure he would have been embarrassingly hard for her had it not been physically impossible.
Then the gentle moans his wife had been giving off over the past half hour distinctly changed in tone. His head snapped over to the dividing wall and, as he made to get up, he felt a strong hand pushing him back down.
She moaned again, much more strongly this time and Ron knew what his wife sounded like when she was being sexually pleasured.
He made to get up again but Frida’s strong hand kept him in place with a wide smile.
‘Little cucks should not worry about what their wives are doing,’ she teased with a wide smirk filled with perfect teeth. ‘Or who.’
He flushed in embarrassment when her statement was punctuated by a long, drawn out moan. ‘So big,’ she whined sexily, no doubt planning on being heard - if her moans weren’t obvious enough.
‘Do not worry,’ Frida teased as she massaged his hands. ‘You wife is in very good hands.’
Feeling suddenly bold, he returned her teasing stare with a raised brow. ‘Looks like I’m not the only one being cucked here.’
Her smile instantly turned brittle and she motioned to his caged cock with a frown. ‘Yes, well, male customers are not usually locked up, pathetic little cucks,’ she whispered back harshly as she exerted even more pressure on his hands in her anger and frustration.
Honestly, it only made the massage feel better.
His wife was clearly being shagged on the other side of the wall, and because of said wall, he couldn’t see any of it. This was a new experience for him. While she had apparently taken lovers and shagged them without his presence before, he had never been there to only hear it. The angst of knowing it was happening only a few feet from him but not being able to see was its own special kind of torture. Combine that with Frida’s frustrated glares and taunting smirks and it made for a new, intoxicating cocktail of curiosity, jealousy, humiliation and arousal.
Frida had apparently gotten tired of being the only one - who mattered - not having fun. Because as she was massaging his strong - and unbeknownst to him, incredibly sore - thighs, she cheekily slid an oil soaked finger into his bum. He jerked at the intrusion but did nothing else.
When she touched a particular spot however, somewhere a finger’s length deep, his jerk of surprise was much more powerful as he almost bucked off the table were it not for Frida’s strong, restraining grip.
‘That’s a good little cuck,’ she whispered, smirking down at him with her finger applying gentle pressure on a particular spot inside him.
Hermione had never been interested in any kind of anal play, for herself or with him. Cho had tried it once with him, and she’d mostly fumbled about until she had given him a pretty strong orgasm.
It was clear Frida knew exactly what she was doing. He wondered if this is what it felt like for a woman’s clit to be directly stimulated.
His cheeks flushed as the woman eyed him like a hawk as her finger expertly drove him wild, even his wife’s urgent and desperate cries were washed away as the sensations Frida instilled in him overwhelmed his senses.
He didn’t know he could still feel this way while he was caged. As far as he was concerned, it felt so good that it may as well have been sex.
Unbelievably, he felt his orgasm fast approaching. His eyes opened wide and he looked up at the smirking Frida in desperation, an entire day’s worth of desire about to be unleashed unexpectedly.
Then he felt it. The point of no return was fast approaching, and after it, the orgasm of all orgasms.
Then Frida abruptly pulled her finger out and his rapidly approaching climax hit a wall and fizzled out like a Seeker crashing headfirst into a solid, brick wall.
When his breathing returned to normal and his senses returned, he was greeted with the smirking face of Frida and the increasingly urgent cries of his wife and her lover.
‘You’re such a good husband,’ Frida cooed as she brushed the side of his face with the finger that had just been driving him wild. ‘Not even blinking an eye as your mistress is finally taken care of by someone who knows what they are doing.’
He flushed in embarrassment at the intimate contact and the tone she was taking with him. He’d never met this woman in his life before that day, but she seemed an old hand at this dominant play, as good if not better than her husband was proving to be for his wife.
‘You’re way too good at that for it to be a thing you only do on a whim,’ he said with a frown as she eyed him with an unreadable expression. ‘You look at me with disgust, but there’s no way you don’t have that pretty boy over there collared as soon as you’re alone, barking and licking your feet.’
Her stony facade only slightly cracked at his remark, the corners of her mouth twitching ever so slightly as she slipped her finger back into his bum. ‘Maybe you’re not as stupid as you look.’
She pinched and twisted his nipple hard when he made to object. He was sure he’d just heard Hermione having an earth-shattering orgasm, but all he could focus on was the finger in his bum and the torturous cycle starting anew.
Time crawled by. He didn’t know how long they had been in there but it must have been hours. He was sure they’d only reserved them for one, but he guessed their masseuses were having way too much fun with them.
Instead of counting time, he counted orgasms. The number he heard his wife screaming out to the forest, and the amount that he’d been stopped from having by Frida.
Four and three, respectively.
This time was different however. Ron hadn’t been able to control his convulsions when Frida fingered his bum, so he’d allowed her to tie him to the massage bed with her husband’s belt as she played with him to her heart’s content.
She actually looked disappointed when Hermione and her husband rounted the wall signalling the likely end of their session. Ingrid pouted but Ron only had eyes for his wife. Her skin was still flushed and shone from the massage oils, and her hair frazzled, but she looked supremely relaxed and well-shagged. Her lover stood over her shoulder, grinning down at him with so much smug energy he was convinced he was related to McLaggen.
His wife’s eyebrows rose in surprise when she saw what Ingrid was doing to him.
When she saw his breathing quicken and his eyes darken with lust as his orgasm approached yet again, she turned to Ingrid in surprise.
‘I didn’t know men could finish while being caged,’ she said, her sensual voice sounding as relaxed and fulfilled as she looked.
‘Mhmm,’ Frida confirmed with a self-satisfied smirk, her finger playing him as expertly as a master musician played their instrument. ‘I have been keeping him on edge this entire time though. I figured if you wanted him to orgasm, he wouldn’t be in a cage.’
‘You figured correctly,’ his wife confirmed with a radiant smile, her arms crossed under her perky breasts as she watched.
‘Have you ever heard of ruined orgasms?’ Frida asked and Hermione shook her head in the negative. Ron took a supreme amount of pleasure from the sympathetic wince the pretty-boy shot his way at her words. He then turned away when he saw Ron discreetly smirking at him.
That’s right you smug dickhead, I know she does this to you too.
While he did not like the sound of a ruined orgasm, he took what pleasures he could on this holiday.
‘Watch closely,’ she ordered, and Hermione leaned in as Frida did her thing. ‘I am stimulating his prostate to get him to orgasm. Not all men can get there like this, but our husbands are some that do.’
Ron chuffed when he noticed the smug twat had made himself scarce.
The room fell into silence however, only the squelching sounds of Frida’s lubed finger twirling in his tight hole audible over the forest sounds. When he reached the dreaded point of no return, he expected for her to yank her finger out just like she’d done several times already.
But then she didn’t, and he reached that magical point. He felt the moment he was just about to crest the peak from anal stimulation alone, an entire day of teasing, insane erotic sights and denial about to pay off with what he was sure was going to be the strongest orgasm of his life.
He then wailed. Like a distressed child when Frida yanked her finger out again, his orgasm literally a second away as she gripped his balls tightly. Almost brutally.
It was too late though, he was still cumming. He strained and groaned as he felt it.
Felt… nothing? Just the promise of pleasure and… nothing?
He looked down at his caged cock and watched as his cum dribbled pathetically out of his cage and onto his thigh, with none of the accompanying pleasure his orgasm usually promised, especially this one.
When his senses returned to him, he caught the end of his wife’s and Frida’s conversation.
‘ - you have to time it just right. Go on too long and he’ll cum for real, stop too soon and his orgasm will naturally fade and you’ll have to start again. Stop at just the right time though and you’ll give him a ruined orgasm, see?’
She motioned to the frothy cum spoiling his cage. The evidence of his orgasm was clear for them all to see, but he felt none of the pleasure from it.
A ruined orgasm.
Hermione clapped in delight, as if she’d just been shown a magic trick by a street performer. ‘Oh that’s wonderful, I can’t wait to try that for myself!’
Ron allowed himself to fall back and sigh in defeat, his sweat coating his brow and sometimes even falling into his eyes.
Bloody hell, all because I watched some slags fuck a bunch of strippers.
-
He had survived. They were finally home from his Honeymoon from Hell and he had survived an entire week locked in that infernal cage.
While the week had provided enough material for his wank bank to last an eternity, he felt ready for his beloved wife to release him so he could finally ravage and reclaim the dirty slag.
Hermione giggled as he practically assaulted her. He couldn’t keep his hands off her, his excitement building at the thought of finally getting to do what he’d watched so many do in his stead at the forefront of his mind.
He was so excited he’d jumped the gun and almost tore off her clothes at the apparition point. He remembered they were no longer in paradise though and such things would be severely frowned upon, especially by his beloved wife who had higher aspirations in the Ministry than the legal department.
Still, Hermione moaned as he kissed her all over. Her throat, her eyes, her lips, her collar. He only wanted to ravish her and he couldn’t wait.
‘Aren’t you an eager little cuck. Ready to be let out?’
‘Please,’ he begged. ‘This week has been amazing, but I want to shag you so bad. Please baby, let me out, let me worship you.’
She laughed delightfully at his begging and pulled out her wand, his breathing quickening at the sight of it and as she pointed it at his gilded cage. His heart then sank when she frowned, shook her head and tried casting another silent spell.
When nothing happened, Ron started to panic when his brilliant wife frowned in consternation. ‘I swear that was the counter-charm. Not to worry, go to our bedroom. I’ve written down the counter-charm on a piece of paper on my bedside table. Don’t use the safe word - it’ll break it. I’m going to quickly use the loo and meet you there.’
He was off like a snitch at the dismissal, eager to get the infernal thing off his cock. His wand already in hand, he almost killed himself as he ran into everything imaginable in his excitement, his wife’s laughter at the carnage he left in his wake chasing him down the halls of their small house.
When he burst open the door of the bedroom, all thoughts of counter-charms and gilded chastity cages instantly fled his mind at the sight that greeted him, his eyes wide with shock.
Hope was sitting on their bed, naked as the day she was born, her big tits hanging low under their own weight as she held a scrap of paper out to him, a cheeky grin on her face. His eyes trailed over her body. She wasn’t as slim as his wife but she had a great body with thicker thighs and wider hips. She had left a small patch of hair above her puffy pussy lips and her smile as she watched him blatantly devour and appreciate her body lit up the dark room.
He ambled over to her like a zombie, his eyes fixed on her glorious tits so much that he needed several tries to snatch the scrap of parchment out of her hand. So transfixed was he at the sight of the gorgeous young woman that he didn’t even bother immediately learning and casting the counter-charm.
She laughed and he was worried his cock might break his wife’s enchanted wedding ring as her huge tits jiggled with her motions. ‘So predictable,’ she joked, noticing his gaze.
Shaking himself out of his daze, he stripped naked and, reading the notes on the bit of parchment carefully, he aimed his wand at his cock and cast the counter-charm. He almost cried when the cage reverted to a cock ring, then when it reverted to his wife’s wedding ring when he pulled it off his shaft.
‘Oh you poor, poor man,’ Hope cooed, the blushing virgin he’d seen at Hermione’s bachelorette party replaced by this impishly grinning minx. It was then that he realised he was standing before his wife’s cousin with his cock out and harder than he could ever remember it being. ‘Did your mean wife keep you locked up for your entire honeymoon?’
He licked his lips to moisten his suddenly too-dry mouth, but he nodded nonetheless.
She clicked her tongue in disapproval and his knees almost collapsed from underneath him when she grabbed his cock and started running her hands up its length with alternating strokes.
‘I think good little cucks deserve a reward.’
He gasped when his wife’s younger cousin instantly took his cock between her pillowy tits, his modest size disappearing in the vast cleavage.
Oh Merlin, so warm.
‘No, Hope, don’t I won’t -!’
He felt a familiar pair of arms wrapping around his chest from behind and his wife’s lips next to his ear.
‘That’s okay my love, cum all over the little slut’s tits. You’ve got all weekend to paint her with your seed. You deserve it.’
Embarrassingly, he felt tears escape his eyes as he roared his climax. It was the biggest load he’d ever unleashed, and Hope giggled as she cradled her incredible breasts and let it pool in her cleavage, catching as much of it as she could.
He felt his wife’s embrace tighten around him as his knees went weak, stars filling his vision. ‘I told you she had a crush on you,’ she joked. ‘I love you darling, thank you for the incredible honeymoon. Enjoy your reward.’
She let go and made to leave them alone but Ron was having none of that.
‘You stay here you slag,’ he growled, his voice hoarse. Hermione cackled and shrieked as he gripped her wrist and yanked her onto his bed so she was beside her cousin.
‘Hope, I need to fuck my wife, but you’re next.’
He felt his battered pride swell with the look of excitement in her eyes, but his cock swelled even more when his wife started licking up his pooled discharge from her cousin’s immense cleavage, like a demented sex kitten.
The groan when he finally sank his length into his wife’s dirty, used cunt would have likely startled the neighbours. His wife was brilliant, however, and she’d put up a strong silencing ward in anticipation.
When he’d thoroughly shagged the both of them into unconsciousness, the cousins resting their tired heads on his chest and snuggled up to his sides as they slept, he reflected on the question he’d been asking himself all throughout his honeymoon.
Yeah, It was definitely worth it.
