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The house was too quiet.
Hermione’s bare feet padded silently across the cold wooden floors, her unsatisfied pussy still throbbing from Harry’s pathetic fucking. She had tried—God, she had *tried*—to find pleasure in his clumsy thrusts, but it was like fucking a wet noodle. Every time he came, she was still aching, still empty, still *hungry*.
She should have known better. Harry had never been much of a lover, but lately, it had become unbearable. His hands were too hesitant, his cock too small, his stamina nonexistent.
She had tried to coach him, to guide him, but it was like teaching a brick wall to dance. He just didn't get it. He didn't *get* her.
Hermione sighed, running a hand through her long, bushy brown hair. She needed a release, something to take the edge off. She had thought about using her wand, but where was the fun in that? She wanted something real, something *raw*.
That's when she heard it. Moans. Loud, wanton moans that echoed through the halls of Potter Manor. Her curiosity piqued, she followed the sound, her heart pounding in her chest.
The moans grew louder, more insistent, and she realized they were coming from Lily's room. Lily Potter, Harry's mother, was a woman of many appetites, and it seemed she was indulging in one of them right now.
Hermione paused at the half-open door, her breath hitching in her throat as she took in the scene before her. Lily was sprawled on the bed, her naked body glistening with sweat, her long red hair fanned out around her like a halo. She was impaled on a monster of a cock, her swollen breasts bouncing with each powerful thrust.
The man was buried deep inside her, his hands gripping her hips as he fucked her with brutal, relentless precision. Lily’s back arched, her head thrown back, her mouth parted in a silent scream of pleasure.
*"Fuck me harder than my useless husband ever could!"* she gasped, her voice dripping with lust and defiance. "God, yes, right there! Don’t stop!"
Hermione’s pussy clenched, her own frustration burning hotter than ever. She had never seen Lily like this—so wild, so free, the sight was both intoxicating and infuriating. She wanted that. She wanted that kind of pleasure.
The kind that left you breathless, that made you scream until your throat was raw. The kind Harry could never give her.
Hermione’s fingers tightened around the doorframe as she watched the stranger’s thick cock pistoning in and out of Lily’s dripping cunt. The wet, slapping sounds of flesh against flesh filled the room, mixed with Lily’s filthy moans and the man’s deep, guttural grunts.
*"You like that, don’t you, you filthy slut?"* the man growled, slapping Lily’s breasts hard enough to leave a red mark.
"You’re such a needy little whore, aren’t you? Begging for it like this."*
Lily’s hips rolled in time with his thrusts, her cunt gripping him tight. *"Yes! Fuck, yes! I’m a fucking slut for you—use me, fuck me, make me come!"*
Hermione’s breath hitched as she watched the man’s thick cock slide in and out of Lily’s soaked pussy, glistening with her arousal. She could *hear* how wet she was—the obscene squelching sounds, the way her lips stretched around him, the way her thighs trembled.
And then she saw James.
Hermione’s eyes darted to the corner of the room, where Harry’s father sat in a plush armchair, his face flushed, his cock straining against the cold metal of his chastity cage. His hand was wrapped around the base of it, stroking uselessly, his breath coming in short, desperate gasps. His eyes were locked on his wife, his expression a mix of humiliation and pure, unfiltered lust.
*"Look at her, James,"* the stranger growled, not even glancing at the man in the corner. *"Look at your wife getting fucked like the worthless little cuck you are.
Look at her fucking herself on my cock while you sit there with your dick in a cage."*
The stranger’s voice was rough, dripping with dominance, and it sent a shiver down Hermione’s spine. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from the scene unfolding before her—Lily’s body moving in perfect rhythm with the man’s brutal thrusts, her tits bouncing wildly, her fingers digging into the sheets as she took every inch of his thick, veiny cock.
*"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck—"* Lily moaned, her voice breaking as the man’s hips slammed into her, his balls slapping against her ass with every deep, punishing stroke.
Then her eyes flicked toward the doorway—and froze. There, half-hidden in shadow, was Hermione, her knuckles white where they gripped the doorframe, her mouth parted in shock.
Before Hermione could react, Lily’s wrist flicked. The door slammed shut with a magical *thud*, sealing Hermione out with a jolt of air. Hermione stumbled back, her heart hammering against her ribs. *She’d been caught.* The realization burned like a brand. She should knock, explain herself—*no, no, no*—what if Lily was angry? What if she told Harry? What if—
The door swung open again.
Lily stood there, her robe loosely tied, the fabric gaping open to reveal the full swell of her breasts, still flushed from fucking. Her nipples were hard, her lips swollen, her hair a wild tangle around her face.
Lily stepped outside and closed the door behind her with a soft click, her fingers lingering on the handle as she exhaled a slow, satisfied breath. The scent of sex clung to her skin—musky, thick, intoxicating. She leaned against the doorframe, her robe parting just enough to reveal the faint red marks left by the stranger’s hands on her hips.
*"You should have knocked, darling,"* Lily murmured, her voice still rough with pleasure. *"But I suppose it’s better this way. Now you know the truth."* She tilted her head, studying Hermione with a knowing smirk. *"James has always been a cuckold. From the moment we started dating, he couldn’t keep his eyes off other men—or his hands off himself while I let them touch me."* She laughed, low and throaty. *"He loves it. The humiliation, the way it makes him feel small. And I?
I *love* it too." Lily’s fingers loosened the sash of her robe with deliberate slowness, the silk sliding open to reveal the full, flushed length of her body. The air between them grew thick with the scent of sex—musky, sweet, still dripping from her cunt. She let the robe fall completely, baring herself without shame, her thighs glistening with the stranger’s cum and her own arousal.
Hermione’s breath caught. Lily’s pussy was swollen, her lips parted and slick, the evidence of her recent fucking still seeping down her thighs. Apparently, she had been fucking since a while. The sight made Hermione’s own cunt clench, her frustration sharpening into something far more dangerous, a hunger she’d been denying for too long.
Lily’s fingers trailed down her own body, tracing the curve of her hip before dipping between her thighs. She spread herself open just enough for Hermione to see the glistening mess of her pussy, still swollen and red from the stranger’s cock.
"I’m going to tell the public about this," Lily said, her voice low and deliberate. "Not just the cuckolding, Hermione. The *whole* relationship. I’ve already signed with *PlayWizard* and Adult Witch Weekly; I've already shot my debut nude spread this week." She snapped her fingers, and two glossy magazines came zooming into her hand from beneath the portrait in the corridor. "Such a bold hiding place right? Here. The advance copies."
The words *PlayWizard* screamed at Hermione from the glossy cover, the title emblazoned in bold, crimson letters. Beneath it, Lily’s face stared back at her—lips parted, eyes heavy-lidded with lust, her body arched in a way that made Hermione’s pulse pound between her thighs. The cover photo was tasteful, but the promise of what lay inside was anything but.
Lily flipped the magazine open to a centerfold spread, the pages falling apart with a soft rustle.
There, in all its glory, was Lily Potter, posed provocatively on a velvet chaise, her body bare and glistening, her eyes locked with the camera in a way that made Hermione’s breath catch. The title of the spread was bold and unapologetic: *Lily Potter's Foray into Adultery*.
Hermione’s eyes widened, her cheeks flushing hot as she took in the explicit images. Lily, her mother-in-law, was sprawled across the chaise like a wanton goddess, her body on full, glorious display. Every curve, every inch of smooth skin, was captured in vivid detail, the photographer’s lens lingering on her swollen breasts, her flushed pussy, the faint red marks left by the stranger’s hands on her hips.
Lily’s smirk widened as she watched Hermione’s reaction. “I thought you might like to see it before everyone else,” she said, her voice low and sultry.
“But perhaps it’s a bit too much for you, hmm?” Lily’s eyes sparkled with amusement as she watched Hermione’s blush deepen, her cheeks now a shade of red that rivaled her own hair. “I suppose some people just aren’t ready for the truth.”
Hermione, her mind reeling, could barely form a coherent thought.
Lily, her mother-in-law, was not only a cuckolding wife but also a pornographic model, and now, she was standing naked in front of her, her body still glistening with the evidence of her recent fucking. Before Hermione could process this new information, Lily’s hand shot out, her fingers wrapping around Hermione’s throat, not tight enough to cut off her air supply, but firm enough to make her gasp. Hermione’s eyes widened in shock, her heart pounding in her chest as Lily’s thumb pressed against her jaw, forcing her mouth open.
“You’re a curious little thing, aren’t you, Hermione?” Lily murmured, her voice low and dangerous. Her breath was hot on Hermione’s face, her eyes locked onto Hermione’s, her pupils dilated with lust.
Lily kisses Hermione, pushing her lips against hers. Hermione is very surprised and more than a little aroused, gives in and opens her mouth. Lily puts her tongue in her mouth and starts making out with her heavily.
It's a deep, passionate kiss, the kind that Hermione has never experienced before. Lily's hands are all over her, squeezing her tits, grabbing her ass, pulling her in close. Hermione can feel Lily's hard nipples pressing against her own, can feel the heat of Lily's pussy through the thin fabric of her dress. She's so turned on, she can barely think straight.
Suddenly, Lily pulls away, her breath ragged, her eyes wild. "You know," she says, her voice low and dangerous, "Harry takes after his father. In *every* way. I knew his previous girlfriends cheated on him, even if he didn't. I encouraged them. No woman could be satisfied by a Potter's cock." She smirks, her eyes flicking down to Hermione's chest, where her nipples are hard and visible through the thin fabric of her dress.
"My bull is waiting for me, darling. But before I go, I want you to have this." She hands Hermione a sleek, black business card. "That's my agent at PlayWizard. She's always looking for new talent. You could enjoy sex like I do, Hermione. You could cuckold Harry." With that, she turns and walks back into the room, the sounds of her pleasure and the stranger's grunts resuming almost immediately.
Hermione stands there, the card clutched in her hand, her heart pounding. She can't believe what just happened. She can't believe Lily just offered her a way out of her sexual frustration, a way to take control, to enjoy sex like *she* wants to. She looks down at the card, her fingers tracing the raised letters. *PlayWizard*. The same magazine that will soon be publishing Lily's nude spread.
Hermione clutched it to her chest as she turned away from the door, her pulse still racing. She needed to process this.
Hermione slipped back into her and Harry's bedroom, the door clicking shut behind her quietly. Harry lay on his side, his back to her, his breathing slow and even. She hid the card in her purse, in a secret compartment only she could access, just in case Harry looked inside her purse and laid down beside him. Her hands, slid down her stomach towards her clit and started rubbing, one arm went up to her chest and and started squeezing her ample breasts and tweaking her nipples.
She was so turned on, she could feel her pussy dripping onto the sheets. She started to imagine Lily's tongue on her clit, her fingers inside her, fucking her hard and fast. She imagined that Lily's fingers were replaced by a big cock of another man, Lily beside her being fucked by an equally well endowed man, both their husbands watching them being fucked, and both wearing a cock cage. She started to moan softly, her hips moving in rhythm with her fingers, her body tensing as she got closer and closer to her orgasm.
Suddenly, Harry stirred beside her. "Hermione?" he mumbled, half-asleep. "What are you doing?"
Hermione froze, her heart pounding in her chest. "Nothing," she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire. "Go back to sleep."
Hermione's fingers stilled, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She knew she should pull her hand away, stop touching herself, but she couldn't. The memory of Lily's naked body, the way she had looked at her with those knowing eyes, was still burning in her mind.
Harry rolled over, his eyes still half-closed. He couldn't see her fingering herself in the dark and as half asleep as he was, thankfully. "Sleep tight, babe." he said, his voice thick with sleep.
She swallowed hard, her fingers still rubbing slow circles over her clit. "Yes, I'm just... going to the bathroom," she lied. "Good night."
Harry didn't press further. He turned over, his back to her again, and Hermione exhaled a shaky breath.
Her heart was pounding, her pussy throbbing with need. She couldn't stop now, not when she was so close. She needed to come, needed to release this pent-up tension that was threatening to consume her.
She waited until Harry's breathing evened out again, then she slipped out of bed, her heart pounding in her chest. She tiptoed to the bathroom, closing the door softly behind her. She leaned against it, her eyes closed, her fingers already sliding down her stomach, her pussy already throbbing with anticipation.
She pushed her panties down, stepping out of them, leaving them in a crumpled heap on the floor.
Hermione’s fingers trembled as she slid her hand between her thighs, the cool air hitting her wet, swollen pussy. She was so fucking turned on, her clit throbbing, her lips already slick with her own arousal. She moaned softly, her breath hitching as she pressed her fingers against her clit, circling it slowly.
"Fuck," she whispered, her voice barely audible, her hips rocking slightly as she rubbed herself. She could feel the heat radiating from her core, her body aching for release. She imagined Lily’s body pressed against hers, their breasts squashed together, their hips grinding in rhythm. She imagined Lily’s moans in her ear, Lily’s fingers digging into her ass, Lily’s pussy dripping onto her thigh, they were sharing a man. He was taking turns fucking them in their pussies. Ten strokes inside Lily, the point downwards to Hermione and ten strokes inside her.
Hermione’s fingers picked up speed, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She could feel her orgasm building, her body tensing, her pussy clenching around nothing. With a muted cry, she came squirting her cum on the bathroom tile, her mind full of images with cuckold her husband and having foursomes with her mother-in-law.
She leaned against the door, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm, her fingers still buried deep inside her pussy. She could feel her cum dripping down her thighs, her body still pulsing with pleasure.
But this wasn't enough. She needed more. Harry couldn't pleasure her. Her fingers weren't enough. She needed a man. A big cock. Luckily she knew exactly where she could go.
With her mind made up, Hermione summoned her wand, and flicked it, cleaning up the mess on the floor. She went back into the bedroom. She had an agent to meet tomorrow.
The thought of it sent a fresh wave of heat between her thighs. Hermione slipped back into bed, her body still humming from her orgasm, her mind racing with possibilities. She needed to be careful, though. Harry was a good man, but he was also a man who would be devastated if he ever found out about this. She couldn’t risk it. But she also couldn’t risk living like this anymore. She had to convince Harry that it was essential for their marriage. He would agree. He always did whatever his wife wanted and if Lily was to be believed, he was just like his father, only Harry had never mentioned his fantasies to anyone. How his *mother* knew about them, she didn't know. Hermione chalked it up to magic and mother's intuition.
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The next morning, Hermione stood in front of the mirror, her reflection staring back at her with a mix of determination and nervous excitement. She had showered, her body still tingling from her fingers earlier.
Now, she stood in front of the mirror, her reflection staring back at her with a mix of determination and nervous excitement. She had decided to wear a dress today, a deep V-neck that showed off her cleavage, and a skirt that was just short enough to be daring. She wanted to look good, to feel confident. She wanted to feel like the woman she had seen in Lily's magazines, the woman who took control, who demanded pleasure.
She had left Harry a note, telling him she had an early meeting at the Ministry and wouldn't be back until late. She didn't want him to know where she was really going, not yet. Not until she was sure this was what she wanted.
With a deep breath, she spun on the spot and apparated to Diagon Alley. The bustling street was alive with the usual morning chatter, but Hermione paid it no mind. She had a destination in mind, and she wasn't going to let anything deter her. She walked briskly, her heels clicking on the cobblestones, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel the eyes of the men around her, their gazes lingering on her body, and she reveled in it. She felt powerful, desirable, and it only served to fuel her determination.
She took out the card Lily gave her from the purse. The address was located on the neighboring section of Diagon Alley, named, Physic Alley (a little on the nose, thought Hermione).
The PlayWizard office was tucked away in a quiet corner of the alley, the sign above the door discreet and understated. Hermione took a deep breath and pushed open the door, stepping inside.
The office was not what she had thought. She had imagined a porn studio like the muggles had, with dim lighting and cameras mounted on tripods, the air thick with the scent of sex and sweat. Instead, she found herself in a simple, well-kept office with wooden floors and a desk made of polished mahogany. The walls were lined with bookshelves filled with leather-bound tomes and a few framed photographs of people she didn’t recognize. The air smelled of old paper and ink, not of arousal or lubricants.
A woman sat behind the desk, her back to Hermione, typing on a sleek, modern computer. She wore a tailored black blazer that accentuated her broad shoulders and a pencil skirt that hugged her hips, her dark hair pulled back into a severe bun. The woman’s fingers flew across the typewriter, her posture rigid but professional.
Hermione cleared her throat, stepping closer to the desk. “Excuse me,” she began, her voice steady despite the butterflies in her stomach. “Hi, my name is Hermione Potter. Lily Potter, my mother-in-law, gave me this card. She said you might be able to help me.”
The woman turned around, her eyes sharp and assessing. She was older than Hermione had first thought, her face lined with experience, her gaze steady and confident. “Ah, Lily Potter,” she said, her voice smooth and measured. “Yes, I know her well. I’m Verity, the receptionist here at PlayWizard. What can I do for you, Mrs Potter?”
Hermione took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest. “I want to be in the magazine,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “Like Lily. I want to... explore my sexuality. I want to be part of the magazine, too.”
Verity, with a slow, deliberate smile leaned back in her chair, her voice dropping into a tone that was equal parts professional and knowing.
"Certainly," Verity said, her fingers already dancing across the keys. "You can meet an appointment. Let me check if anyone is free." A beat of silence passed as she tapped away, then her expression shifted, her lips curling into something almost predatory. "You’re in luck. Our editor-in-chief is actually free right now—let me take you to him."
Hermione’s pulse spiked. She was not prepared to meet anyone so soon. She thought that she would just enquire about the magazine and then talk to Harry about it. But, she thought, no harm in just meeting, it's not like I am fucking another man right now. I could talk to Harry later. Thinking this, she followed Verity.
The woman's heels clicked sharply on the polished wooden floors, the sound echoing in the otherwise quiet office. Hermione’s heart raced, her fingers tightening around her purse strap. She could feel the weight of the card in her pocket, Lily’s words still echoing in her mind: "You could enjoy sex like I do."
Verity led her through a set of double doors, the wood carved with intricate designs that Hermione didn’t have time to appreciate. The doors opened into a spacious, dimly lit room, the air thick with the scent of leather and something muskier, something that made Hermione’s breath catch.
Behind a large desk sat a man, his back to the door, his shoulders hunched over a pile of papers. Verity cleared her throat, her voice cutting through the silence like a knife. "Mr. Weasley, Mrs. Potter is here to see you."
Hermione's heart stopped. Weasley? As in Ron Weasley? But before she could process this new information, Verity's hand was on her back, pushing her forward, the door clicking shut behind her. The man behind the desk turned around, his face breaking into a wide, familiar grin.
"Hey Lily, I tought the shoot was this eveni- Hermione! What are you doing here ?!" Ron Weasley exclaimed, his voice booming with surprise. He stood up, his chair scraping loudly against the floor, and Hermione found herself staring at the most unexpected person in this unexpected situation. Ron Weasley, her husband's best friend, was standing in front of her, his eyes wide with shock, his mouth slightly open.
"Ron!" Hermione gasped, her voice barely audible. She had never expected to see him here, in this setting, let alone in such a personal and intimate situation.
Ron’s expression shifted from surprise to something else—something that made Hermione’s breath catch.
His gaze dropped to her chest, lingering on the deep V-neck of her dress, the way it clung to her curves, the way her nipples were already hard beneath the fabric. His tongue darted out, wetting his lips, and Hermione felt a flush creep up her neck.
“Hermione,” Ron said, his voice rougher than she remembered. “What the *fuck* are you doing here?”
She swallowed hard, her fingers tightening around her purse strap. “I—I came to talk to you about…” She hesitated, her mind racing. “About the magazine. Lily said you might be able to help me.”
Ron’s eyes darkened, his jaw clenching.
“The magazine, huh?” He leaned back in his chair, his gaze never leaving Hermione’s body. “And what exactly do you want to know about it?”
Hermione took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel the heat radiating from Ron’s gaze, the way it lingered on her breasts, her hips, her thighs. She knew she was playing with fire, but she couldn’t stop now. She wanted this, needed this.
“I want to be in it,” she said, her voice steady despite the butterflies in her stomach. “I want fuck me for moto... explore my sexuality. I want to be part of the magazine, too.”
Ron’s eyes widened, his surprise evident.
“You want to be in PlayWizard?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. “But, Hermione, you’re married to Harry. And I’m his best friend.”
Hermione swallowed, but pushed on boldly. "I know. But Harry is useless in bed and cannot fuck me for more than 10 seconds, I cannot feel his cock inside at all."
Ron was shocked hearing this. He never knew his best friend was so shit at sex.
His jaw dropped, his fingers curling into fists on the desk. "Harry’s *never* mentioned this to me," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "You’re telling me he’s been fucking you like that and you’ve just… let it go on?"
Hermione’s cheeks burned, her breath coming in short, uneven gasps. "It’s not like that," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I was happy with my fingers for sometime". She swallowed hard, her mind flashing back to the image of Lily on her back, her pussy stuffed with another man's cock."But then I saw Lily. She was… she was being fucked by someone else, right there in the house. And James was watching.
"Lily gave me this card," Hermione said, her voice trembling slightly. "She said Harry takes after his father. That no woman could be satisfied by a Potter’s cock. That she encouraged his previous girlfriends to cheat on him—even if he didn’t know. And then…"* She swallowed hard, her fingers twisting in her purse strap. *"She offered me the magazine. Said I could enjoy sex like she does."
Ron was silent. Slowly he meet Hermione's eyes and spoke sheepishly. "I thought it was only his father that was like that and not him. I actually slept with every single on of his previous girlfriends, with the exception of Ginny. I've slept with Cho, Daphne and Susan. But all of them assured me that they had broken up with him. I never would have fucked them otherwise." Ron’s voice was low, his gaze darkening as he leaned forward, his elbows resting on the desk. "I always thought they were fucking me for the thrill of it, not because Harry was that bad. But if Lily’s saying he’s like his father…" He trailed off. "Fuck, Hermione. This opens up lots of different possibilities. We can cuckold him, you could be the star of our magazine. I can already see the title - "The Chosen One's wife gets fucked! - Man-Who-Won-to-get-Locked"".
His eyes gleamed with a mix of excitement and mischief. "You know, Hermione, I think you're onto something here. Lily's been right all along. Harry's father is a cuck of the highest order, and it seems like Harry's inherited more than just his wand."
Ron's voice was a low whisper, his eyes darkening with a mix of fascination and challenge. He leaned back in his chair, his fingers drumming against the desk. "You know, Lily's been right all along. I've always known she's a slut, but I never thought she'd be in the magazine. I thought she'd keep it all secret, but no. She's out here, showing off her body, letting other men fuck her while her husband watches." Ron's gaze dropped to Hermione's chest again, his voice dropping to a whisper. "And now you're here. You're telling me you want to be part of it too."
Ron's gaze was intense, his voice barely above a whisper. "And you're in luck, because we're actually shooting a new section of the magazine today. It's called 'Pensive Memories,' it's our porn memories for people to jerk off of to. And guess who's our first star?" He grinned, leaning back in his chair. "Lily Potter. She will be here with her cuck James this evening, and I am going to fuck her in front of him."
Hermione's heart skipped a beat. "You are fucking Lily?" she asked, her voice barely audible. "And you're going to... fuck her? While James watches?" She could feel the heat rising in her cheeks, her body already responding to the image in her mind.
Ron nodded, his grin widening. "That's the plan," he said, his voice rough with excitement. "And I think you should bring Harry. It's time he also sees his mother be the slut that she is. I'll tell Lily that her son will also be watching. Think of it as your first foray into adult entertainment "Mrs."Potter." Hermione could almost see the quotes around the Mrs. based on Ron's emphasis.
"But I thought you were the editor-in-chief, not an adult actor ?" Hermione asked, her voice trembling slightly.
Ron chuckled. "I am both, Hermione. I run PlayWizard, but I also act in it. I like to be hands-on with the content. It is actually a requirement for prospective new stars to sleep with me, sort of like an audition."
"You have to audition ?"
"Yes, every witch does, sometimes witches bring their cuck to watch alongside them." Ron's eyes gleamed with mischief as he leaned back in his chair, his gaze never leaving Hermione's body. "So, what do you say, Hermione? Are you ready to audition for PlayWizard? To be the next hotwife star?"
Hermione's heart pounded in her chest, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She could feel the heat radiating from Ron's gaze, the way it lingered on her body, the way her nipples hardened beneath her dress. She knew she was playing with fire, but she couldn't stop now.
"Yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
"We will schedule your audition after my porn shoot. See if you can convince Harry till then. I would really like him to watch us and cuck him for the first time." said Ron.
"Now, go home and talk to your husband." Ron's voice was firm, his gaze unwavering. "Tell him about the magazine, about Lily, about everything. And then, bring him here tonight. I want him to see his mother for who she really is. And I want him to see you, Hermione. I want him to see the woman he's been neglecting, the woman who deserves to be fucked properly."
Hermione nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. She stood up, her legs feeling like jelly, her body already aching with anticipation. She turned to leave, but Ron's voice stopped her.
"And Hermione?" he called out, his voice low and rough. "Wear something... revealing.
"Bye Ron," said Hermione, getting up from her chair and heading towards the door, her heart pounding with excitement for the upcoming shoot of her mother in law.
Mid way she turns and asks him a question that has been on her mind ever since she stepping inside his office.
"By the way, I thought you worked with George at Weasleys Wizarding Wheezes ? What happened? she asks.
Ron’s eyes flash with something dark and hungry. He leans forward, his voice dropping to a low growl. "George kicked me out after he found out I was fucking Angelina. Luckily Angelina conivned him to let me stay and fuck her (he could never satisfy her), but that’s not why I left. I left because I wanted more than just a job." He grins. "I wanted to be part of something bigger. Something that could make me feel alive."
Hermione feels a tingle in her pussy at his intensity. A man who even fucked his brother's wife. He was perfect for her first hotwifing experience. No morals.
She left the office, her mind full of mind blowing fantasies.
She could not wait to get home and talk to Harry. She had to convince him about this. She had to make him understand that she needed more than just Harry’s pathetic fucking. She needed a real man, a man who could make her cum with his cock. She needed to be fucked like she deserved to be fucked.
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Hermione arrived at Potter Manor, her heels clicking softly on the marble floor. She could hear the faint sound of Harry’s voice coming from the library, his laughter echoing through the house. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for what was to come.
She found Harry sitting in his favorite armchair, a book open in his lap.
"Harry, I need to tell you something." Hermione said, stepping into the library and closing the door behind her. Her voice was soft but firm, her eyes reflecting a mix of determination and vulnerability.
Harry looked up from his book, his face lighting up with a smile as he closed it. "Hermione, what’s wrong? You look like you’ve seen a ghost." He set the book aside and leaned forward, concern etched on his face.
Hermione took a deep breath, her fingers trembling slightly as she reached into her pocket. She pulled out her wand she summoned the PlayWizard magazined from Lily's hiding place. She showed the magazines to Harry, their covers bold and unapologetic. The images were unmistakable: Lily, her body draped over a bed, her legs spread wide revealing her glistening pussy; another, leaning forwards, here breasts heaving and her face looking seductively at the camera.
Harry's eyes widened, his mouth agape, and Hermione watched as his pants tented, his small dick straining against the fabric. She had never seen him react like this to anything, let alone to images of his own mother.
Hermione watched as Harry's face turned a shade of red she had never seen before, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. "Hermione," he started, his voice barely above a whisper, "where did you get these?"
He looked at her with a mixture of shock and fascination, his eyes lingering on the images of his mother.
She took a deep breath, her voice steady despite the tremble in her hands. "I went down to the kitchen to get a snack late last night when I heard noises coming from her corridor and walked into Lily's room last night" she said, her voice barely a whisper. "I heard moans, and when I peeked through the door, I saw her... with someone else. James was sitting in the corner, watching, his face flushed with desire. Lily was screaming, her back arched, her body moving with a rhythm. She....she was cumming Harry, with another man's cock in her cunt."
Harry's face drained of color, his jaw clenched so tightly Hermione could hear his teeth grinding. His eyes darted between Hermione and the magazines, his chest rising and falling rapidly. "That's... that's not possible," he stammered, his voice barely audible. "Mum would never do something like that.
She’s always been so… *proper*," Harry whispered, his voice trembling. His fingers twitched at his sides, his cock straining painfully against his trousers. Hermione watched as his Adam’s apple bobbed, his throat working nervously.
She reached out, her fingers brushing against his wrist. "Harry, look at me," she said softly, her voice steady despite the way her own pulse raced. "I saw it with my own eyes. Lily was *screaming*, Harry. She was begging for more, for harder. And James—he was *watching*, his dick was locked in a chastity cage." She leaned in, her breath warm against his ear.
"And you know what, Harry? I want that too. I want to be fucked like that. I want to scream, to beg, to cum so hard I see stars. I want a man who can make me feel alive, who can make me feel like a woman." Her voice was low, her words laced with a hunger that Harry had never heard from her before.
Harry's eyes widened, his breath hitching in his throat. "Hermione, what are you saying?" His voice was barely a whisper, his cock throbbing painfully in his pants.
Hermione pulled back, her eyes meeting his. "I'm saying, Harry, that I want to be part of this.
I want to be the one who gets fucked while you watch. I want to be the one who screams your name as another man makes me cum." Hermione's voice was low and husky, her words dripping with a desire she had never allowed herself to express before. She could feel the heat radiating from her body, the way her nipples had hardened into tight peaks beneath her dress, the way her pussy was already slick with arousal.
Harry's eyes darkened, his gaze dropping to her chest, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. "Hermione," he breathed, his voice thick with desire. "You can't be serious. This is..."
"I mean, I always had an idea about Mum and Dad's 'adventures' but I never expected them to get so bold. This is very weirdly arousing to me Hermione." Harry admits.
Hermione held her breath. She couldn;t believe her ears. Lily was right! Harry was just like his father, a cuck!
"Your mother told me something else as well, Harry. Your previous girlfriends....they didn't break up with you for normal reason right ? She told me that she encouraged them to cheat on you."
Hermione’s voice was steady, her eyes locked onto Harry’s face. His jaw was clenched so tight she could see the muscles in his neck straining. His cock was visibly tenting his trousers, the outline of his erection pressing against the fabric.
Harry swallowed hard. "You’re lying," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Mum would never—"
Hermione shook her head. "She did. I confirmed it anyway, when I went to the PlayWizard office today. All your girlfriends cheated on you with Ron Weasley, he told me himself. And your wife as well will fuck him." Hermione dropped the bombshell whispering the last part to herself, her voice steady despite the way her heart pounded in her chest. Harry's face paled, his eyes widening in shock. "What?" he whispered, his voice barely audible. "Ron? My best friend?" Hermione nodded, her gaze unwavering. "He's the editor-in-chief of PlayWizard, Harry. And he invited us to watch the first porn shoot of your mother tonight. He wants you to see her for who she really is.
" I've always fantasized about it, Hermione," Harry admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "Mum, being fucked by other men, in front of Dad and me. I never knew it was actually happening, but the thought of it... it's always turned me on." His eyes were dark, his pupils dilated with desire. "I want to see it, Hermione. I want to see my mother being fucked, and I want you to be there with me." She had expected resistance, arguments, maybe even anger. But this... this was beyond anything she had imagined. She could feel the heat rising in her cheeks, her body responding to Harry's words, to the image they painted in her mind. "You... you want to watch her?"
Harry nodded, his gaze intense. "I do. And I want you to be there. And also, I would love seeing you with other men as well." Hermione's voice was low and breathy, her fingers brushing against Harry's wrist as she spoke. "I want to be fucked by someone who can make me cum, Harry. I want to be the one who screams your name as another man's cock fills me up."
Harry's eyes darkened, his gaze dropping to Hermione's lips. He leaned in, his breath warm against her ear. "You're not the only one who's been unsatisfied, Hermione," he whispered, his voice thick with desire. "I've always wanted to see you with another man.
I've fantasized about it for years," Harry whispered, his voice rough and desperate. "But I never thought I'd actually do it. I never thought you'd *want* it."
Hermione's breath hitched as Harry's fingers curled around her wrist, pulling her closer. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, the way his cock strained against his trousers, pressing into her hip. The scent of his arousal filled her nostrils, and she could taste her own desire on her lips.
"Harry," she breathed, her voice trembling with excitement. "Lets' go to the shoot tonight. We can talk with Ron there."
Harry agreed, his voice filled with determination. Hermione nodded, a sense of relief washing over her. She had expected resistance, but Harry's acceptance was a welcome surprise. "We should get ready then," she said, her voice steady despite the butterflies in her stomach. Harry nodded, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "I'll go get changed," he said, standing up and heading towards their bedroom. Hermione watched him go, a mix of anticipation and nervousness churning in her stomach. They had just begun a new chapter in their lives. Hoefully and intense pleasure filled chapter.
TO BE CONTINUED
