Chapter 25: Reviving Old Kinks pt 3
Fandom: Harry Potter
Tags: Cuckold, Chastity, Resort, Denial, Prostate Massage, Anal Orgasm, Oral, Cum-Eating
Harry glided through the warm waters with the supernatural grace of a merman, an incredibly subtle bubble head charm allowing him to stay underwater far longer than what would have normally been possible.
His wife had brought them to this island paradise for their anniversary, though he still wasn’t sure exactly where they were other than somewhere in the Caribbean - not that he cared, to be honest.
They’d portkeyed in with the help from the local magicals, their arrival site a discreet clearing up in the dense, tropical rainforest in the mountains. The island was relatively small with a miniscule local population, but it had several resorts to its name - the one his wife had chosen being incredibly exclusive, luxurious…and sex positive.
Hadn’t known THAT was a thing…
Harry had barely had any time to properly explore his new surroundings, his wife having dragged him to their accommodations in a sexual frenzy.
He’d been expecting some kind of lavish honeymoon suite - they weren’t hurting for money, after all.
Instead, Daphne had brought him to a gorgeous, secluded beach, the sand bone white and the water a beautiful aquamarine. From the shore, there extended a narrow pier that reached out into the water, smaller, individual paths leading from it to overwater bungalows. There were twenty in total, each one identical - double story, bedroom up top and living area below, with one wall completely open to the elements and facing out to the far end of the cove.
He’d been worried that they might get chilly at night but, thankfully, that wasn’t a thing they had to worry about in this climate.
They’d already been at the resort for three days and Harry had still barely explored the place. In fact, aside from seeing their neighbours jumping out from their own bungalows for a swim, or overhearing their, ahem, frequent and intense nighttime activities, Harry had little evidence other than his wife’s testimony that this was some kind of adult-only sex resort at all.
Heh, not that we haven’t been contributing to the erotic symphony. Pretty sure Daph was the loudest though.
Pretty much from the moment of their arrival, Daphne had been all over him. Days spent just sleeping, shagging, eating, more shagging, swimming and, did he mention shagging? His wife was insatiable, and he was more than up to the task of giving her what she wanted.
Through it all though, Harry knew the proverbial other shoe was just waiting to drop, an incredibly titillating Sword of Damocles - if he were being honest with himself, it was also probably the reason why his wife’s libido had been through the roof too.
Probably a bad analogy - I’m not supposed to be so excited by a proverbial Sword of Damocles…
By the end of their week-long vacation on this island, it will have been six months since his wife had taken another lover for him. Harry didn’t think she would renege on their deal, but waiting for her to make her move had his gut doing flip-flops, the anticipation as brutal as what the devious, beautiful, love of his life had in store for him.
They’d just finished another marathon shag session where he’d left Daphne passed out in a haze of pleasure on their bed before deciding to wash off her juices with a leisurely swim. It was a little awkward when he swam past one of their neighbours - the women would eye him appreciatively, but he’d just smile awkwardly at the men and avoid eye contact.
He’d have thought there’d be a lot less shame at a place like this.
Maybe they’re like us… new to this whole… thing.
Thankfully, it was fairly early in the morning. Most of his neighbours were busy either sleeping off their hangovers, or shagging quietly so as to not bother the ones who were.
When he finally climbed back into his own accommodations, his muscles burning in the way they often did after a good workout, he was greeted with the sight of his naked wife, her eyes burning with desire.
Bloody hell, is she on some kind of potion?
‘Merlin, you’re so sexy,’ she groaned, eyeing him as water sloughed off his body and his skin glistened in the early morning sun. She was groping a heavy breast with one hand, while the other strummed her clit. He could obviously say the same about his wife - she’d always been stunningly attractive, but after watching her take that huge cock six months ago, she’d ascended to a whole new level.
Whether it was a change in the way she carried herself, or if he just - impossibly - grew more in love with her, he couldn’t really say.
While she eyed him like a piece of meat, he did the same to her. Daphne’s blonde hair was tied up in a messy bun with her wand, her pale skin unblemished and perfect, and while his eyes, as usually, were drawn to either her enchanting, crystal blue eyes or heavy breasts, he couldn’t help it as his gaze drifted down to her poor pussy, her lips red as a result of days of intense shagging.
‘Woman, you’re impossible,’ he joked, his eyes sparkling with mischief. ‘You’ll have to give me a bit, I think you’ve finally managed to wring me dry, you minx.’
He was stalking towards his wife, ready to go down on her, but stopped dead in his tracks at the wicked grin she was giving him, his heart-rate picking up in excitement.
‘Finally,’ she purred, reaching under the pillow beside her and pulling out a very familiar sex toy. ‘Come here, my beloved cuckold.’
A powerful pulse of desire shot through him at the look in her eyes and the tone of her words. There was just something about the way she said cuckold that drove him insane, her posh accent making it sound more dirty and wicked. Harry froze, his eyes wide and his breath coming in eager, rapid pants, but he lowered his head and obeyed his mistress immediately.
It started to dawn on him why his wife had been so vigorous in their lovemaking, his bollocks having been drained dry and now basically the size of raisins. As he came to a stop between her spread thighs, he licked his suddenly dry lips when she cupped him and cooed at his twitching, spent member.
‘It's so cute,’ she purred, in the most emasculating way imaginable. ‘Imagine if I'd tried this as soon as we arrived? Your little fella would be so hard right now, you filthy pervert.’
She gently pulled his cock and balls through the steel ring as she spoke, her eyes twinkling and her lips curled wickedly. His wife had had a lot of practice over the past six months with their new kinky dynamic. At first, she had been a little awkward and her teasing had sounded forced, but now, Daphne wore her guise of the mistress with practised ease.
She relished it.
When she’d snapped the lock in place, the small cage highlighting his shrivelled manhood embarrassingly, Daphne lifted her foot up on the sofa as she affixed her anklet in place, his key dangling off the chain for all to see.
Seeing him almost panting with need, his back ramrod straight and his arms held behind his back obediently, his wife grinned wickedly and leaned back on the sofa, crossing one long, pale leg over the other. It was as if she was drawing attention to her anklet, his key jingling and taking up all of his attention.
‘I don’t think you appreciate the sacrifice I had to make, my beloved cuckold,’ she purred, her arms spread out along the back of the sofa and her head tilted, her hypnotising gaze staring into his soul. ‘So many days of my holiday wasted on wringing your pathetic little dicklet dry so I could get that cage on you. Why don’t I hear you praising me?’
Harry’s entire body shuddered in glee, mentally cheering on his wife’s performance despite his outward appearance. She was perfect, a goddess made flesh. Feeling his chest bursting with love and affection, his eyes zeroed in on her bouncing foot, understanding what she wanted.
Dropping to his knees shakily, Harry bent down and started to kiss her toes, one at a time. ‘Thank y-you Mistress,’ he gushed, his voice quavering as much as his body. ‘Thank you f-for w-wasting your time on s-someone as pathetic as me…’
After he’d kissed each of her toes, he started to trail kisses along the top of her foot, then along her arch, before kissing her ankle, and finally, the key dangling from it.
When he pulled back and looked up at his wife like an eager puppy seeking validation from its master, he felt his pulse race at the look in her eyes. Daphne’s pale features were flushed, her eyes wild with desire and her breaths coming in ragged pants.
He imagined he, himself, was in a similar state.
‘So…where to, my adorable pet? Beach or pool?’ Harry sucked in an excited breath when her delicate tongue poked out and licked her lips before she bit her lip sexily. ‘Keep in mind, you’re currently wearing all the clothes you’ll be needing…’
Harry flushed scarlet when he realised the implication of her words. When Daphne had mentioned this was a sex-positive resort, he’d figured that had to mean nudist or, at the very least, clothing-optional. The mere thought of strutting about with his cock stuffed in a tiny chastity cage for all to see, his beautiful mistress by his side, had him vibrating with anguished embarrassment and perverse excitement in equal measure.
‘Will you be naked too?’ he asked, his eyebrows raised and breaking character just a little. ‘I didn’t think you had it in you.’
His wife followed his lead in breaking character briefly and flushed even darker, biting her lip once more. While Daphne had proved to be plenty adventurous in the bedroom, and recently in front of her sister, they’d never really done anything in public before.
The mere thought had him salivating. Just imagining all the sharks eyeing his naked wife hungrily made him start to twitch and strain against his cage. Not for a second did he countenance the thought that she wasn’t the most beautiful woman on the island - even amongst a sea of other nudists, she’d stand out. Even standing next to him, with his chastity cage.
He didn’t want to push her too far and ruin their good time.
Finally, she inhaled deeply and shrugged. ‘Fuck it. We only live once. Now, answer me, Pet - beach or pool?’
Harry winced imagining setting up on a sandy beach, his privates exposed and completely unprotected.
‘I don’t really fancy getting sand in my unmentionables…’
His wife winced and nodded, an understanding frown marring her beautiful features. ‘You’re right that… doesn’t sound ideal. The pool it is. Are you ready to finally take the tour, Pet?’
Bloody hell, hearing her call me that is so damn sexy…
His eyes had fluttered closed in response, and when they reopened, he was greeted with the sight of his wife’s cheekily grinning features. She stood, hee fingers brushing over his exposed bollocks and kissed his chin.
‘This is a big step for you darling,’ she purred, her voice barely above a whisper, so gentle yet so wickedly cruel and unsympathetic.
He'd asked for this, after all. Begged for it, even.
Her blue eyes stared directly into his soul, holding a power over him that had little to do with magic unless one got flowery like Dumbledore and wanted to argue over the power of love. ‘I’m going to parade you around, let everyone see my husband’s little, caged willy. They’ll know my pain, my frustration. They’ll see what I have to settle for, to endure… what do you think will happen next?’
He was shuddering at her monologue, his cock hardening against his cage but no longer straining against the steel. He’d grown unaccustomed to life in a chastity cage since his divorce, and it had taken a while to get used to one again. His member no longer tried to harden beyond its confines, keeping him at a deliciously pathetic and comfortable two inches.
His wife had robbed him of speech, her words so sexy, so delightfully cruel that he almost didn’t recognize her. He loved her for many reasons, too many to count, but the fact that she’d so masterfully embraced this kink of his, explored it with him, made his chest burst with all kinds of mushy feelings.
Daphne’s smile widened, her beautiful, crystal blue eyes sparkling with delight when he shrugged at her question.
‘Let’s find out, shall we?’
A short while later, they’d arrived hand-in-hand at one of the resort’s massive pools. Daphne had been confused by how deserted the place felt until Harry pointed out what he’d supposed earlier - if the nightlife was as healthy as Daphne had intimated, with myriad restaurants, nightclubs and bars, most everyone was probably still sleeping off their hangovers.
It was still only half nine in the morning.
The pool area they’d chosen looked less like what he remembered of the public pools in Surrey and more like an artificial lagoon. The entire area was surrounded by dense rainforest and the pool itself was huge - as large as a Quidditch field, he guessed - and irregularly shaped, with a gently sloped entry that made it look more like an artificial lake than what he remembered from his youth.
Thankfully, given how empty the place was, they had their pick of covered daybeds that were arrayed all around the water. Daphne’s head was on a swivel, her lips set in an adorable pout when she realised no one was there to witness their grand entrance. His wife shot him a glare and sent him a sharp elbow to the ribs when she heard him snickering.
‘Sorry Mistress,’ Harry purred directly into his wife’s ear, his large hands grasping and kneading her shoulders from behind. Daphne sighed and leaned into his embrace, her eyes scanning for where they could set up. Before she could decide, however, two young men dressed in bright, almost blinding white strolled into the area from a path hidden in the trees, their gazes immediately shooting to them in surprise as soon as they were spotted.
Harry doubted their nakedness was what caused the surprised looks. From what he’d heard, that should be a pretty common occurrence around these parts. No, he figured seeing them here so early was what initially caught their attention.
Then their lustful eyes trailed down his wife’s naked body in shock before they collectively shook their heads and forced themselves to look away.
‘Looks like you got yourself some admirers,’ Harry teased directly into his wife’s ear, but was a little disheartened when she only sighed and shook her head.
‘Even if that were true, the staff aren’t allowed to mingle with the guests like that.’ The genuine disappointment in her tone had a pulse of desire shooting through his caged willy. His wife knew this would happen and, with a naughty giggle, she ground her bum against him before turning in his grasp, throwing her arms over his shoulders and capturing his lips in a heated kiss.
When she pulled back, her blue eyes were twinkling merrily and she had caught her bottom lip between her teeth.
‘Don’t worry, my beloved cuckold, you’ve waited patiently for almost six months… what’s a few more hours?’
Who's more excited here? Daph, or me…?
She grinned impishly at his full-body shudder before leading him to a daybed that gave them a pretty stellar view of the entire pool area, right along the outside edge of the clearing.
They passed the next several hours in relative peace, watching as the pool area populated with other guests, slowly, at first, and then much more quickly after lunchtime. The two young lads had taken turns coming out to them to serve them drinks, each of them doing an adorably terrible job of hiding their forbidden interest in his gorgeous, naked, and apparently on the market wife.
He understood why. A part of him had naively expected a sex-positive resort to be filled with beautiful people who were eager to show off their perfect bodies… but he guessed regular, and even downright ugly people liked to have sex too. That wasn’t to say there was nothing to look at - and his wife certainly scanned every single man that showed up as if she were browsing a menu at a restaurant - but, frankly, compared to Daphne, the talent on display was sorely lacking.
I am, of course, biassed, but still…
Speaking of his wife, she was getting a lot of attention, and Harry lost count of the amount of times people would take the long way around the pool to get to one of the bars or the spas, just to get a closer glimpse of her heavy breasts or perfect pussy.
Much to his surprise, Daphne wasn't shy and didn't cover up when the excited voyeurs came around. He watched, eagerly, as she grew increasingly more aroused with every casual bit of exhibitionism, her delicate lips leaking a steady stream of her excitement.
Naturally, the constant traffic invariably meant that they would see him lying next to her, his cock locked up in its tiny cage.
It was a testament to the kind of place they were at that his chastity cage only garnered a couple looks of surprise. Mostly, he got derisive, mocking smirks from the other men, and even some of the women. He did earn himself a few appreciative glances, but once they’d spied his predicament, they’d either sigh in disappointment or look away with sudden disinterest.
That, of course, only turned him on more. Especially when his wife would join in on the casual mockery and send him teasing, wicked smirks.
It honestly surprised Harry it took as long as it did for the first bloke to approach them. Daphne had decided to take a dip in the pool, making a show of slowly wading into the water from the gently sloping entrance, swimming around for a bit before hopping out from one of the regular edges, her large tits dangling deliciously and flopping all over the place as she pulled herself out. As water cascaded down her body and she slowly made her way back towards their daybed, it was as if everyone in the nearby vicinity stopped talking, stopped breathing, and just watched her move.
That was until Harry saw over his wife’s shoulder one of her admirer’s finally deciding to do something about his obvious desires.
Daphne was wringing out her hair, but, unbeknownst to her, a huge, handsome, dark-skinned bloke with rippling, oily muscles and a dick that swung between his legs like a beater’s bat strolled up behind her, a cocky grin on his lips when he spied Harry’s cage.
Seeing that something had caught her husband’s attention behind her, Daphne slowly spun around, her eyes widening when she found her vision filled with the stranger’s massive, godlike physique.
‘Well, hello there,’ she greeted in surprise, but not impolitely. It was clear she very much liked what she saw, and Harry felt himself growing excited until the bloke opened his mouth.
It seemed he was far less interested in being polite.
With another dismissive, mocking look at Harry, the bloke turned his gaze back down to Daphne and grinned. ‘Hello, pretty lady. Want to ditch your bitch and come back to my place?’ His wife’s eyebrows rose high on her forehead at the sheer confidence of the bloke, and she suddenly looked remarkably unimpressed. He had an islander accent, and Harry wondered if his conquests in the past had swooned from hearing it alone. ‘Sexy little white girl like you?’ He grabbed his massive dick in his equally massive hand and held it out for Daphne’s inspection. ‘Leave the cuck here, I’ll show you why what they say about going black is true. You won’t even remember his name when I’m done with you.’’
Daphne was instantly turned off by his approach, annoyance and disappointment radiating off her in waves. The former was obvious, she wasn’t used to or appreciated being spoken to in that way by randoms, the latter was a little more exciting. Daphne had genuinely liked the look of the bloke and his massive cock - had he not come off like a complete bellend, she might have already been sucking his dick right in front of him.
Bloody hell, now I’m pissed off too…
‘Ugh, that actually works?’ She asked him in disbelief, her face scrunched up in distaste and, despite the man utterly dwarfing her in size, she looked completely unphased and now, uninterested. Turning to him, she rolled her eyes. ‘I’m suddenly ashamed of my gender.’
Harry snickered and their guest looked like his brain had just stopped working. Clearly unused to being rejected, he shook his head to clear it and made to try again. Before he could, Daphne turned to him with a look of annoyance on her beautiful features.
‘You’re still here?’ The faux confusion she’d put on almost made him snicker, but all humour instantly drained away when the man’s face contorted in anger. Before he could even think about taking an aggressive step towards his wife, Harry was on his feet and staring the man down, shielding his wife’s body with his own.
It was a little ridiculous. They were of a similar height, with Harry maybe being an inch shorter, and both of them equally buff, but the man had clearly not expected the cuck in the chastity cage to stand up for his woman and his eyes widened in surprise.
‘The lady isn’t interested mate,’ Harry said in a forceful and dry tone, his calm emerald-green eyes boring into the rude dickhead’s dark stormy stare. ‘Fuck off.’
The wannabe bull sneered and was about to cause a scene, all the rippling muscles on his body tensed, but his senses finally returned to him and he looked around them warily. What the wanker hadn’t immediately noticed was the security that had been eyeing them with great interest, three great, big blokes that were even bigger than both Harry and their rude guest in size had slowly been circling in, ready and eager to deescalate the situation.
They were kinda hard to miss, Harry was genuinely wondering what this dickhead was playing at. Even one of the half a dozen security guards in the area could squash this bloke like a bug…
Finally, his rippling, dark muscles relaxed and he clicked his tongue in annoyance. Without another word, the bloke made to leave but, before he did, he feinted a headbutt in Harry’s direction, no doubt in an effort to make him look weak and pathetic when he flinched.
Not only did Harry not flinch, he didn’t even blink. His face was completely passive as he stared down his nose at the bloke.
In an attempt to assuage his wounded pride, he very obviously pulled at and massaged his massive cock, looking Harry up and down with amused contempt before he left with a sneer, muted applause and cheers erupting around them as he did so.
Apparently everyone nearby had watched the display with great interest. Harry nodded at the now backing-off security guards and each of them nodded back, respect clear in their eyes.
Harry barely made it back down onto their daybed before Daphne was all over him, her tits pressed against his chest and her lips assaulting him with a passion that took him by surprise - their cuckolding play firmly at the back of her mind.
When she finally pulled away, her succulent lips inflamed with passion, he chuckled when he noticed the look of hunger in her eyes.
‘We need to do this more often,’ she purred, her fingers tracing the lines of his pecs and abs before reaching down to fondle his aching balls. ‘It’s so sexy watching you go all cave troll to protect my honour.’
Their snogging session was getting a little heated, then his wife’s hand trailed back down to his caged cock and she remembered why they were here. Pulling back and panting for breath, her cheeks flush with desire, she grinned wickedly.
‘How is it that mister hung-like-a-centaur came off looking like the littler man when this pathetic dicklet was just dangling there for everyone to see?’
Harry screwed his eyes shut, arched his back and groaned at her teasing words whispered sinfully and directly into his ear, his wife’s hot breath causing delighted shivers to run up and down his spine. He made to kiss her again, but instead of letting him do so, Daphne spun around and put her feet up in his lap, her heels pressing gently against his red, aching balls.
‘Massage my feet,’ she purred, her smile wide, wicked and oh-so-sexy. ‘Show everyone how much of a subservient little cuck you are…’
He did so without the slightest bit of hesitation, and as he looked around, there was more truth to his wife’s words than he’d realised. After their little altercation, they were garnering far more attention from those seated around them than they were before. Men and women were both eyeing Daphne hungrily, perhaps having missed his caged cock before he’d displayed it for everyone to see, but he was also surprised to see several discreet, admiring looks sent in his direction too.
Apparently he’d risen in the estimation of the women around him with his display.
They lazed about for a little while, content to just people-watch. Harry was surprised to notice he wasn’t the only bloke in a chastity cage, though the two others he spied looked like they’d never seen the inside of a gym.
One of the couples had barely taken a seat before a very familiar bloke strolled up to them, his huge dick swinging about like an elephant’s trunk and his chest puffed out like a peacock. Maybe because the wife had barely let him get a word in, or maybe she just liked to cuckold her husband with alpha-male types, but the bloke had barely started his ‘once you go black’ spiel when the wife, a pretty woman that reminded Harry of a primary school teachers, struck.
Sitting up in her chair, the woman shot her husband an evil grin before reaching out to grasp the heavy, hanging shaft, nuzzling it against her face like she was a kitten and the huge cock her owner’s leg - or third leg, as it were.
A complicated expression crossed the husband’s face as he hunched over and watched the spectacle, the black bull only grinning wide, spreading his legs and putting his hands on his hips as the pretty, white wife opened wide and took him in her mouth without a hint of hesitation.
‘I suppose there’s no accounting for taste,’ Daphne replied dryly as she, too, along with many other guests watched the spectacle, her hand clasped with his. Once the bloke was hard, he wasted no time in joining the couple on their daybed, causing the pretty woman to wail unabashedly as he slid his massive, hard hog into her.
Harry turned to his wife and raised his eyebrow in challenge. Seeing his look, Daphne rolled her eyes and smirked. ‘Oh very well.’
Harry’s heart raced as Daphne put aside the book she was reading and stood, striking a deliberate pose, her shoulders back to emphasise her perfect, heavy breasts, and her hips cocked to the side. He was proud of how comfortable she was in her own skin now after only a couple of hours of jumping headfirst into proper nudity, and he watched her with growing arousal as she strolled into the pool, unaware of how the simple display had instantly garnered the attention of everyone, even the ones busy watching others discreetly - or not so discreetly, as with the latest cuckold couple - have sex.
She’s definitely the fittest woman here, no question.
His pride swelled in his chest at the simple realisation, then his arousal spiked even more as several men eyed her and started to circle, like horny sharks that had just smelled blood.
To his, and their surprise, however, Daphne swam over to the edge of the large pool where an older, handsome man had his legs dipped in the water, his bronzed skin shining and glistening with tanning oil. If Harry had to guess, the man was in his early-to-mid fifties, but he wore his age well, his body corded with wiry muscle, a full head of perfectly quaffed salt and pepper hair and a smile that drew his naughty wife to him like a magnet, his charisma apparent.
Harry’s guts churned with a familiar cuckold’s angst as Daphne pulled herself up out of the water, her lithe, naked, dripping body plopping against his as they quietly spoke. In any other circumstance, in any other place, it could have just been a casual chat between father and daughter, niece and uncle, teacher and student - here though? Here, with the both of them fully nude and clearly interested in one another, it was a different situation entirely.
Finding his angle particularly crappy for watching the action, Harry scanned around and found one of the spas to be conveniently empty. Hurriedly, but not too much so to make a fool out of himself, Harry slipped into the warm waters and let out a sigh, his guts churning even more as the man said something to make his wife laugh, before she gently and suggestively rested a hand on his thigh, dangerously close to his groin - the hand with her wedding ring.
Harry shook, his hands desperately fiddling with his caged cock under the steaming water as the both of them rose out of the pool, the man holding out his arm like a proper gentleman. As he stood, Harry finally saw what must have initially drawn his wife’s attention - a cock just as large as the rude prick’s from earlier, thick, soft and dangling halfway down his thigh.
Daphne’s head scanned the area until her eyes fell on him in the spa. She shot him a wicked grin before turning away and intertwining her arm with her new beau, the duo strolling over to the nearby bar to get a drink.
Fuuuuuuuuck me…
As handsome as the bloke was, Harry had to marvel at the pure charm and charisma he exuded, not even flinching as the most beautiful woman in the resort approached him and, while not rude about it, not even batting an eye at the prospect of her nearby, watching husband.
A cock like that breeds confidence, I guess.
Daphne shot him one more sexy look over her shoulder as they sashayed away and Harry groaned, his cock straining against his cage at the sight of her impish, naughty, excited smile. As much as she was doing this for him, seeing her get excited for and wanting to be naughty was even sexier.
She wanted this, and not just because he asked it of her.
The thought almost made Harry go short of breath. It was an intense, visceral reaction that had his face, and entire body feeling flush.
The man helped his wife up onto one of the barstools before joining her, their elbows resting on the wooden bar and their faces inches apart. The way they sat left little to the imagination, their crotches exposed to anyone walking by. As they smiled and spoke to one another in sexually charged, hushed whispers, Harry shuddered as he saw Daphne’s hand dangling off the edge of the bar, her fingers gently brushing along his hairy thigh. Her conversation partner clearly appreciated the flirtatious attention, his hefty cock noticeably twitching and stirring to life.
Harry’s voyeuristic delight was interrupted by a splash as someone got in the spa with him. He would have barely paid them any mind, but the fact that they were still wearing their swimming costume stood out enough that it startled him out of his perverted daze.
Reluctantly, his eyes flicked over towards the kid and he couldn’t help but frown, all lascivious thoughts unfortunately fleeing from his mind. The kid was buff and big, but if he were older than twenty, Harry would have been surprised. He was caucasian with pale skin reddened by the sun, though his torso and arms remained relatively unblemished, letting him know that he spent a lot of time outdoors, but kept mostly covered.
Not many jobs require that…
It wasn’t his looks that caught his attention however, not exactly. It was the haunted look in his eyes, and the expression completely blank and devoid of life.
He’d seen both that look and expression before, many, many times. Every morning and every night, he’d see that look and that expression every time he looked in the mirror, his mind torturing him with thoughts and memories of the friends they’d lost in a war most of the world didn’t even know was happening.
As much as it pained him, he put thoughts of his wife and her new suitor out of his mind. As much as he wanted to console the kid, Harry also knew from experience that the last thing he would want at that point in his life was pity. His discerning eyes scanned over the kid’s ink. How he afforded it at such a young age, Harry didn’t know, but much of his arms were covered in tattoo sleeves, as well as his neck and pecs. When his eyes landed on the six dog tags beautifully rendered in the inside of his forearm, the details on them too realistic to be for show, Harry found his way in.
‘Tell me about them,’ Harry said, in as laidback a tone as possible. He didn’t push, he didn’t hurry the kid for an answer, he just leaned back against the edge of the spa and waited patiently.
For his part, the kid snapped out of it and stared back at him in confusion. ‘You talking to me?’
American, but not quite. Harry instantly deduced the kid was from Canada, but didn’t pat himself on the back too intensely, the repeated maple leaf motif kinda gave it away. At his nod, the kid just stared back at him in confusion.
Instead of answering, Harry motioned to the fresh dog tag tattoos on his forearm and the kid froze when he realised what Harry was asking. Before he could get offended or annoyed, Harry spoke over him.
‘I lost a lot of friends too, when I was your age,’ he confided in a soft, no-nonsense tone. The last thing he wanted was to come off as patronising, or worse, understanding. ‘I wasn’t in the army, just a crazy serial killer and his followers. It was…rough.’
His words had instantly disarmed the kid’s hotheaded tendencies and he noticeably deflated. ‘Harry,’ he introduced, reaching out and offering his hand. The kid stared at it for several moments before slowly taking it and shaking.
‘Cameron.’
Nodding, Harry motioned to the dog tags again. ‘Go on, tell me about them. I hear you army types have the wildest stories.’
Cameron couldn’t help the proud smirk that tugged at the corner of his lips. He seemed to war with himself for a second before looking down at his forearm and slowly pointing to the first dog tag. ‘Carlos,’ he intoned, a visible weight lifting off his shoulders at just saying his name, ‘he was a fucking psycho, I swear to God…’
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Daphne stared deep into Maxwell’s eyes, the handsome - no, the incredibly sexy - older man returning her gaze with utmost confidence, the corners of his lips twitching in amusement.
Much to her embarrassment, it had taken comparatively little effort on his part to seduce her. Within five minutes of talking with him, her core was already tingling and glistening with desire, yearning for his experienced touch, and that was before she even considered the bald monster between his legs.
Daphne wasn’t one to pay such things undue reverence, but there was something about being a naughty slag for her husband that drove her wild. Just imagining the look of tortured angst and perverse desire on Harry’s features when he eventually watched the oversized member ploughing into her sent shivers of desire running up and down her spine.
Maxwell spoke to her with such confidence, the chemistry between them so undeniably electric, that Daphne had briefly wondered if she was under some kind of spell. The man just knew what to say to get her to smile and blush, knew the exact kind of humour that would make her laugh. Conversation between them flowed almost as easily as it did with Daphne and her husband - her cuckold - and even when she’d brought up Harry in their conversation, wanting to see how Maxwell would react, he’d simply rolled with it. He’d asked her questions about their relationship, seemingly genuinely curious about how they’d ended up in the lifestyle, and how she felt about it.
She wasn’t usually attracted to older men, but Maxwell had, in the span of minutes, swept her off her feet. In seconds, she was laughing and genuinely enjoying talking with him, and within minutes, he had her blushing like a schoolgirl with a crush on her handsome teacher.
He was perfect.
There was just one issue…
‘Am I boring you?’ Maxwell asked with an amused lilt to his cultured voice and Daphne flung her head back, groaning with irritation.
‘No, not at all,’ she assured him apologetically, her tone thick with frustration. Did she mention how sexy Maxwell was? Even though the man was as old as her father, he had a body that put many men ten years her junior to shame, his muscles slick and glistening with tanning oil while his perfect, salt-and-pepper hair was quaffed just right.
He was the perfect specimen to bring back to their bungalow and shag rotten in front of her eager husband. She fantasized about the look on his face as she watched them fuck, the frustration, the angst, the turmoil, the sheer arousal, the desperation. She grew wet thinking about how he’d desperately want to touch himself, but his little willy would be out of his reach, the key to his release dangling off her anklet.
So why isn’t he bloody watching?!
Once more, Daphne looked over her shoulder to see Harry in deep conversation with the young man who shared the spa with him. He hadn’t so much as looked in her direction for the past ten minutes.
‘It’s just…’ she continued with a troubled frown, sighing against in frustration. ‘I think something might be wrong…’
What’s even the point of all this if Harry isn’t watching?
When she realised the truth of her words, Daphne sighed one final time before standing. Not wanting to leave Maxwell with the wrong impression, she leaned into him, her luscious body pressing eagerly against his well-muscled frame, her breasts against his chest. She captured his lips in a searing, desperate and needy kiss, trying to convey her attraction and desire for him through her body. He eagerly returned her passionate advance, slipping his tongue into her mouth and swallowing her moan as his hands creeped up her back to cup her soft behind, his fingers brushing over and teasing her delicate rosebud.
Not bloody likely with that weapon he’s carrying, I don’t care how sexy he is.
Daphne moaned again, deepening the kiss and grinding her flush, eager body against his still-seated form. When she felt his impressive member growing and hardening against her, she let out a muffled giggle and slowly, reluctantly pulled away with a wild, smouldering look in her eyes.
‘I’m sorry,’ she whispered, genuinely. Maxwell gasped when she reached down and cupped his testes, his awe-inspiring shaft resting against her forearm. ‘I was really looking forward to having this inside me…but I better go see what’s wrong with my husband.’
Maxwell sighed in resignation, his eyes fluttering closed as he relished in the feeling of her small hand gently fondling his most sensitive parts.
‘The fact that you’re showing such concern for your husband, even in this situation, only makes me want you more…’
Daphne bit her lip at the raw desire in his tone, her thighs rubbing together in an attempt to scratch that persistent, insistent itch that made itself known almost immediately upon meeting Maxwell.
The very same itch that had started showing up when she saw the look in her husband’s eyes when he first saw her with another man.
As absurd as it might sound to anyone reading her thoughts, Daphne had only ever thought she’d be indulging her husband’s kinky fantasies, just as he did with hers. She never thought she’d grow to enjoy the chase, the teasing, the denial, the newness, the taboo…
So despite wanting nothing more than to bring Maxwell back to their bungalow and fuck his brains out - or, more likely, get her own fucked out - she left him with a frustrated whimper before turning and heading towards the spa.
She was worried her resolve would crumble if she looked back over her shoulder and saw her potential handsome, well-endowed lover staring back at her. So she didn’t.
And she was surprised how much it hurt.
I’m sure Harry will go wild when I tell him about this later…
Instead, she ignored the looks she was getting as her hips swayed from side to side with each step, her heavy breasts doing likewise. When she reached the spa, her shadow looming over her husband, she got her first good look at the boy who had ruined her fun.
The kid Harry was speaking with was very cute, even if she wasn’t a fan of the tattoos - she had no idea why the Muggles did that to themselves. His reaction upon seeing her looming over them was even cuter - he froze, like a mooncalf before a dragon, his cheeks dusting pink.
Finally realising his conversation partner was distracted, Harry turned and flushed when he realised she was standing over him, her arms crossed under her breasts and her eyebrow raised, an annoyed look on her beautiful features.
I can’t believe I was nervous about being naked in front of strangers just a couple of hours ago. I’m not even blinking now, even as a cute one is ogling me like a piece of meat…
‘I’m sorry, my love,’ she said, sarcastically, ‘was I boring you?’
He had the good graces to wince and look apologetic.
Good.
Then the lovable, noble idiot had to go and make her feel bad by giving her a heavily abridged version of Cameron’s - the boy’s name - sad story. Apparently he was in the muggle army and lost many friends during a disastrous mission…
…less good.
Sighing, she slipped in the spa with them, kissing her husband and leaning in to whisper into his ear. ‘You’re going to pay for this, my darling cuck. You ruined a perfectly good opportunity for me. Maxwell was incredibly charming and eager to take care of your wife in a way you simply cannot with that pathetic thing you have dangling between your legs.’
Daphne knew how much Harry loved it when she whispered cruel words directly into his ear. She felt him shudder deliciously, his body melting against hers in desperation.
When she pulled back, she grinned in victory at the shocked, flushed look on her husband’s features before she turned to Cameron and held out a hand. The boy was still gawking at her, his eyes trying valiantly to meet her own despite being magnetically drawn to her tits.
‘Daphne,’ she introduced herself with a kind, sympathetic smile gracing her features, one her younger self would have found strange and alien had she seen it. ‘This lovable idiot is my husband.’
He smiled shyly and Daphne thought the look suited him. ‘He’s not so bad.’
She snorted but chose not to comment, looking over her shoulder and grinning slyly at her still-blushing husband.
Then she had a wicked idea - possibly spurred on by the fact her nethers were still tingling with arousal thanks to Maxwell’s good work, but one she felt drawn to nonetheless.
‘So,’ she asked with a cheeky grin, sliding across the gap so she could sit beside the handsome young man. She put her arm up on the ledge and rested her head against her palm, staring deep into Cameron’s eyes while her own glittered with mischief. She pretended not to notice her husband’s swift intake of breath as she all-but shoved her tits in the gawking young soldier’s face. ‘Whose brilliant idea was it to send you to a sex resort specifically?’
The army had apparently sent the poor boy on a paid-for holiday as a form of compassionate leave - that was far more generous than whatever the Ministry would have provided in an equivalent situation…even if their choice of location was a bit bizarre.
Despite himself, Harry snorted with laughter and Cameron, already doing an impressive imitation of a tomato, grinned boyishly. ‘To be fair, I had no idea what kind of place this was until I finally forced myself out of my room and found a couple having sex in the hallway…’
Realising he’d been talking to her breasts instead of maintaining eye contact, he flushed deeper and looked away, adorably scratching the side of his face in embarrassment.
‘I think this might be a joke my counsellor is playing on me… I might have given her a bit of a hard time…’
Daphne’s smile widened as she reached over and ran her fingers along his chiselled jaw. He flinched and stilled at her touch, but didn’t resist as she turned his gaze back to hers, her breasts now pressing against his side.
She just had a positively naughty idea.
An idea that had taken time to materialise because she’d still had Maxwell on the mind. A part of her was still regretful that she wasn’t still being chatted up by the handsome, older gentleman that moistened her loins every time he smiled at her, but seeing the vulnerable, depressed manchild before her stoked a different kind of reaction within her.
She heard Harry suck in an excited breath over the obnoxiously loud machinery that created the bubbles, but paid him no mind. Instead, she kept her mesmerising crystal blues locked on Cameron’s, her kind smile turning sultry.
‘You know…it doesn’t have to be a joke,’ she purred, her delicate fingers still tracing the line of his jaw. Cameron wasn’t Maxwell, but she could do a lot worse. ‘Maybe your counsellor knew what you really needed?’
Cameron shot a nervous glance towards Harry, but if he’d been expecting an explanation or a way out of the situation he’d suddenly found himself in, he was sorely mistaken.
Licking his lips, his eyes trailed down to her tits again, the hunger in his dark eyes unmistakable. ‘W-what do you mean?’
Daphne’s smile widened, became even more sultry. ‘Sweetie, why don’t you hop up on the ledge for me?’
Once more, Cameron shot a panicked look towards Harry. Daphne chuckled sultrily, her smile showing far too many teeth. She felt like a cougar, like she was preying on this innocent boy’s virtue…
He’d get over it.
‘Darling, why don’t you do the same?’ She turned to her husband and only just smothered her giggle at the look in his eyes. Though flushing with embarrassment at the request, there was no hiding how the beautiful, emerald eyes she loved so much burned with desire. ‘Put the poor boy’s mind at ease.’
With a furious blush and with Cameron and Daphne watching on, Harry used his big, muscular arms to leverage himself out of the water and plop himself on the ledge, his legs still submerged but his tiny, caged cock completely exposed.
‘Oh…’
Daphne grinned wickedly at Cameron’s stunned reaction, rather enjoying his squeak and flinch when her dexterous fingers ran their way up his thigh and started playing with his chiselled abs.
‘Oh indeed,’ she purred, her lips pressed right against his ear. ‘Now, why don’t you be a good boy and hop up onto the ledge so I can get a good look at you?’ Daphne loved how Cameron shuddered as her warm breath blew against his ear, just as Harry did, his body trembling with desire. ‘Don’t worry about my darling cuckold, he’s enjoying himself…’
Cameron flinched at how she’d referred to Harry, and when he shot an incredulous stare at her husband, he could only shrug, his cheeks still red and his eyes devouring the scene hungrily. ‘You’re surprised someone you met at a place like this is a bit of a pervert?’ Grinning boyishly in a way that always made Daphne’s loins burn with desire, he waggled his eyebrows and motioned toward his wife. ‘Just do as she says, yeah?’
Cameron’s head turned back to her, his eyes wide. He hesitated for only a nanosecond before leaping out of the water like a trout and sitting on the ledge like she’d asked. This time, Daphne did giggle, though she clicked her tongue shortly after when she saw he was wearing board shorts.
‘No, no, no, this just won’t do.’
Both Harry and Cameron sucked in excited breaths when she bent down, took the string of his shorts between her teeth and tugged at them, her lips curled in an excited smile. Now loosened, it was Daphne’s turn to gasp when she forcibly yanked his swimming costume down to his knees and exposed him.
All glorious ten inches of him.
The look she sent her husband as the imposing shaft flopped out and slapped her on the chin spoke volumes.
Good work, my darling cuckold…
With her eyes still locked on Harry’s, Daphne slowly bent down and placed a tender kiss on the tip of Cameron’s imposing crown. She wasn’t sure who groaned louder, the boy or her husband.
Daphne felt her tummy being assaulted by butterflies. She wasn’t ignorant to the attention she’d been garnering all day, even now. Ideally, they’d have invited any prospective lovers back to their place before having their fun. The extra level of spice however, of grasping this young man’s massive shaft and slipping its head into her eager mouth while not only her husband, but everyone else nearby watched the erotic act almost had her cumming on the spot.
I can’t believe I’m doing this…
She didn’t allow hesitation to spoil the moment though. With her eyes locked erotically on her husband’s, Daphne ran her hands up and down Cameron’s muscular thighs while taking as much of his surprisingly large member into her throat as she could manage.
He’s not Maxwell, but he’ll do…
Though her lips were spread obscenely wide around his girth, their corners curled when she saw her husband shudder, his eyes gazing at her reverently.
‘Fuuuuuuuck,’ Cameron groaned, brushing a wet strand of hair behind her ear and cupping the side of her face. ‘Oh fuck, oh shit, you’re so beautiful, I can’t believe this is happening -!’
His words were cut off by a gasp of pure pleasure as her tongue started to flick and dance around his sensitive head. Her eyes flicked up to stare into his, her lips sliding halfway down his veiny shaft before pulling back up so she could bathe his crown once more.
She felt so deliciously naughty, so uninhibited. Just the thought of what her father would think if he saw his perfect, pureblooded daughter behave in such a way had her pussy tingling and her nipples hardening like diamonds.
The noise around them had died down as the onlookers watched on in silence, the sexual tension in the air so thick she felt she could cut it with a diffindo.
When her eyes flicked back to her husband’s, she felt warmth blossom in her chest when she saw the way he was looking at her. There was raw lust, sure, but there was so much more.
He mouthed the words ‘I love you,’ but it was hardly necessary, she could read the sentiment clearly in his eyes, in his rapid breathing, in his quivering body. Her eyes flicked down to his caged cock and their corners crinkled, her lips curling around the obscene shaft as she tried, and failed to grin at his predicament.
That only turned Harry on more.
‘I’m cumming!’
Daphne didn’t stop sucking, didn’t break eye contact with Harry as her lips slid up and down this virile, young stranger’s penis. The whole world may as well have not existed, all that mattered was her, her husband, and the huge cock she was using to elevate and enhance their kinky love life.
She was almost caught by surprise by the thick, voluminous discharge that shot into the back of her throat, but she eagerly drank it all, stroking Cameron’s shaft to coax out every last drop. Only when he was finished, his tattooed body sagging with relief, did she pull off his still-imposing shaft with a gasp and showed her husband her spoils.
Or rather, the bits she didn’t swallow.
He really did cum a lot…
Instead of swallowing the rest like a good little whore however, Daphne smirked and stood. Harry’s eyes widened in alarm, but like a good little cuck, he didn’t resist as she took the two quick strides through the bubbling water over to him, bent down and captured his lips in a passionate kiss. Her tongue, so eagerly bathing and twirling around Cameron’s mighty crown only a few seconds ago, now busy passing along his discharge into her beloved husband’s eager mouth.
When she was finished, not a single drop of semen left in her own mouth, Daphne pulled back with a wicked smirk, her hands fondling her heavy breasts and her fingers tweaking the rock-hard nipples. Turning to Camera, her smirk widened when she saw his flagging erection already hardening once more.
Ahhh, youth…
‘Would you care to join us back in our room, Sweetie?’ Her question was so innocent, so simple, but it was anything but. Almost hyperventilating with his excitement, the young man shot an apologetic look at Harry before turning back to the goddess-made-flesh - not hubris, she mentally added, it was genuinely how he was regarding her - before him and nodded eagerly, his eyes wide with raw desire and delight.
She laughed delightfully, wickedly, the sound echoing and carrying across the entire pool area.
‘Excellent.’
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Harry stood at the end of the bed on the second floor of their bungalow, his cheeks flushed and his breaths coming in deep, ragged pants. Daphne, his beautiful, incredible, amazing wife lay on the bed in the opposite direction, her head hanging off the edge as her body rocked with the motions of Cameron’s thrusts, his huge cock pistoning in and out of her delicate pussy as he shagged her for all he was worth.
Daphne’s cries were euphoric, and she made no attempt at stifling them - in fact, almost relishing the thought that their neighbours may overhear. Normally, not a big issue or even that notable, they’d been shagging almost non-stop ever since arriving on the island.
This time, however, was different. Rather than hurry back like horny teenagers, Daphne held both their hands and took her time almost strutting back to their bungalow.
And why shouldn’t she?
With a big, hunky bloke either side of her, one of them her caged husband and another a big-dicked stud, she almost strutted like a peacock as they made the long, deliciously tortuous journey through the resort. When they reached the pier that would take them out to their bungalow, Harry saw heads peeking out to watch them, mouths agape, as Daphne brought both her hung lover and cuckold husband home with her.
This included their neighbours either side of them. He’d seen them around a bit, and while their husbands were away, the women watched them with wide eyes as Daphne had pushed Cameron up against the door to their bungalow and snogged his brains out while he just stood there awkwardly.
It hadn’t taken long for the young stud to be balls deep in his wife after that, their cries of passion letting everyone within earshot know a very good time was being had. As soon as they’d stumbled into the bungalow, Harry followed like an obedient, ignored puppy as the lovers slowly made their way to the second story in a sexy tornado of limbs, their bodies and lips pressed together and they often paused to deepen the passionate kissing and shove each other against the closest solid wall.
When they finally made it to the bed upstairs, Harry watched, his guts churning, as Cameron threw Daphne on the bed, his huge, heavy cock held in his large, pale hand and weeping his excitement. Daphne took a moment to come to a complete stop as she bounced on the soft mattress, her heavy tits jiggling with the motions, but her eyes locked on her young lover’s thick, hard, veiny cock.
Cameron joined her on the bed, crawling between her spread legs and running the head of his enviable member against his wife’s wet, swollen lips. She’d clearly been aroused by the older man she’d been chatting up before coming over to join him in the spa, and that pent-up arousal had been unleashed on her young lover.
The young soldier didn’t even look up to acknowledge him, any signs of his earlier reluctance long gone as he ran his thick, purplish head up and down Daphne’s glistening lips. They locked eyes, both of them obviously hot and eager for each other, and they continued to stare deep into each other’s souls without even acknowledging his presence.
‘Fuck me Sweetie,’ Daphne pleaded, her posh, noble accent making the dirty words sound even sexier, as impossible as that sounded. ‘Put that big cock in me…’
When Cameron thrust his hips forward and did as asked, Harry almost moaned as loud as his wife, his eyes locked on the sight of her delectable lips spreading wide around the foreign invader - wider than he could ever manage.
Harry licked his dry lips, his heart threatening to beat its way out of his chest as he watched the kid’s huge cock thrusting deep into his wife’s eager pussy, her lips holding an almost jealous seal around his obscene girth, not wanting to relinquish their hold when he slowly pulled out, and repeated.
Finally remembering he was in the room, Daphne’s head lolled up and, while moaning gutturally with each deep, penetrative thrust, reached up to gently cup his red, aching bollocks.
‘He’s already filled me up so much, darling,’ Daphne panted lustily, her cheeks flushed with desire as her body rocked with their sexual motions. ‘You see how b-big his - mmnh - his testes are, just imagine how big his l-load is. Way more than these p-pathetic little things can manage…’
Her sinful words were having just as much an effect on the young soldier as they were on him, and Harry’s knees had almost given out as his entire body shook with pleasure and pent-up desire.
Daphne, it seemed, wasn’t done taunting him - and he loved her for it, more than she could imagine.
‘Ooooh, yes, harder,’ when her head stopped flailing, she locked eyes with him and grinned wickedly, the expression somewhat diffused given her flushed cheeks and how her face contorted with pleasure. ‘If you w-weren’t so tiny and pathetic, I wouldn’t need a boy ten years your junior to t-take care of me.’ Harry flushed with shame and arousal in equal measure. His wife’s fingers hadn’t stopped fondling his tiny-by-comparison bollocks, her wicked smile as she spoke of his inadequacies almost had him cumming despite his restraints. ‘But you’re no man, are you, my love? You’re a cuckold, you’ll always be a cuckold. Being a spineless, pathetic little worm is in your nature -!’
Her words trailed off into a euphoric wail as Cameron buried himself as deep as he could go and groaned out in bliss, emptying in her once more. His release triggered another orgasm in his wife, her third since they’d started shagging.
Unseen by the both of them, Harry’s eyes had widened at his wife’s words, his body trembling. It wasn’t despair, or anger that caused such a reaction, but pure, raw lust. He couldn’t remember a time he’d felt more turned on, not even when he’d watched Cameron, and his wife’s other lover press their massive endowments into his wife’s delicate pussy.
In his many years of wearing a chastity cage, he’d never been so tempted to whip out his wand and blast the thing away as he did in that instant, risks be damned. He wanted to get hard, he wanted to wank, he wanted, no, he needed to cum!
His wife would, rightfully, never let him. She held the key to his pleasure, dangling off the ankle in the air and shaking with passion, her body rocking with the impacts of Cameron’s furious, arguably overly eager thrusts.
Not that his wife was complaining..
They’d been at it for hours now, at varying degrees of intensity, with Harry forced to stand there and watch like an obedient cuck. The sun was quickly setting over the horizon and the warm weather, combined with their exertions meant their bodies - already looking incredible, entwined in passion as they were - looked amazing as their skin glistened in the waning light.
Daphne’s eyes fluttered open when her body stopped convulsing in pleasure, and when they did, she was greeted with his hungry, desperate stare. As if sensing his desire, and finally taking pity on him, his wife bit her lip and grinned wickedly, wrapping her arms around his powerful thighs and drawing him in until his knees butted up against their soft bed.
He was wondering what she was doing until he lurched, a long, deep groan slipping out of him as he felt her tongue start to lap at his sensitive, aching balls. Before he could even reacquaint himself with pleasure after what felt like an age of denial however, his back went ramrod straight and he yelped when he felt his wife’s hands spread his cheeks, before she slipped a finger directly into his bum.
His eyes wide, he felt his entire body pulse with waves of warmth and pleasure as Daphne curled her finger and started to directly massage his prostate. When his eyes fluttered back open, it was to see Cameron eyeing them in surprise, his huge dick still plunged deep in his wife’s core as he watched on with fascination.
The novelty must have quickly worn off however because, displaying an enviable amount of stamina, Cameron shook his head before leaning down to capture one of his wife’s nipples between his teeth and going right back to shagging her like a machine.
He felt his wife’s moan of approval and desire, the vibrations being sent directly into his bollocks as she suckled on them while fingering him.
With how turned on he was, it didn’t take long for the warmth and waves of pleasure to become overwhelming, his gasps of pleasure matching his wife’s own as he shook, his pent-up desire finally finding a release.
Unlike the intense, voluminous discharges the young soldier fucking his wife had shown off, his own release was comparatively pathetic, a long, thin trail of semen oozing out of his cage and pooling on his wife’s neck. Harry barely noticed however, his body shaking and quaking with so much pleasure it almost robbed him of his sight.
Harry was so out of it he didn’t even notice that Cameron had already cum again in his quaking, squealing wife until he heard them speaking.
‘Cameron, sweetie?’
His wife’s exhausted, sultry voice broke him out of his stupor and Harry’s eyes fluttered open to see Daphne looked down the length of her body at her young, virile lover, who was recovering from his own recent orgasm.
She reached down and cupped his face, a tender smile on her beautiful features.
‘You were wonderful, and I don’t mean to be rude, but I’d really like to be alone with my husband right now.’
He stared at her dumbfounded for several seconds, his expression blank, before he smiled and chuckled. ‘Rude? This was the best night of my life…’
Daphne’s smile grew. ‘Maybe your counsellor knows you better than you know yourself?’ Her teasing words had the intended effect and he grinned bashfully. ‘Now, go back out there, there’s an entire resort of willing and able women that’ll be more than eager to, ahem, spend some time with you.’
‘None of them are as beautiful as you.’
He’s got a crush, that’s adorable…and understandable.
‘Maybe,’ Daphne allowed with a smug grin, ‘but I’m afraid you’ve worn me out.’ She cupped his cheek again and leaned in to plant a tender kiss on his lips. Ironically, even after everything he’d seen over the past few hours, none of it made his guts churn with angst like watching his wife kiss the young kid tenderly.
It was intimate, loving, caring. Somehow, it was more than what she’d already given him and it made the terrible green beast within Harry’s chest surge with fury.
When she pulled away, Cameron looked both disappointed, but thankful and, most importantly, rejuvenated. The haunted look Harry had seen when he first laid eyes on him was nowhere in sight, and though he knew it’d take a lot more than that to get over the emotional scars, he was happy he and his wife could help.
Who am I kidding, it was mostly Daph…
‘You mind if I take the shortcut?’
Both Harry and Daphne stared at Cameron in confusion, the young soldier returning the look with a boyish grin. Before either of them could react, Cameron hopped off the bed and, with a running start that looked borderline comical with his huge dick flopping all over the place, leapt off the second story balcony and directly into the warm waters below with a whoop and a loud splash.
‘Did he just -?’
‘Yup.’
Harry barely got the words out before Daphne had his wrist in an ironclad grip and yanked him down onto the bed with her. He yelped in surprise, but instead of unlocking him or anything of the sort, she threw a long, pale leg over his face, her freshly fucked and gaping pussy directly over his mouth.
With a guttural groan, Harry’s eyes widened when a deluge of cum oozed out of her core. He stared at the pearly substance as if in a trance, his wife’s hands threading in his hair and holding him in place. Looking up the length of her body and at her ravenous face in between her heavy, hanging breast, he groaned at the look in her eyes.
‘Come, clean me up, cuckold mine,’ she panted, her eyes wild with lust and her bottom lip between her teeth. When the first drop of cum touched his tongue, her breathing became ragged, as if she was getting off on the sight. ‘That’s a good boy, clean your mistress…that’s all you’re good for…’
It was a long, arduous process that he performed obediently, their eyes never breaking contact. The last drop had barely slipped out of her gaping womanhood however when she threw herself to the side and feverishly reached for her anklet, desperate to get at the key so he could shag and reclaim her.
Showing that his seeker’s reflexes hadn’t dulled since graduating, Harry’s hand shot out and gripped her wrist. Daphne stared up at him in shock, her eyes imploring him to let her go so she could unlock him.
He didn’t.
He’d had a lot of time to think over the past few hours while watching Cameron shag his wife, and he’d come to a decision. Licking his suddenly dry lips, his heart tried to beat its way out of his chest as he spoke.
‘As long as we leave it on… p-playtime doesn’t need to end…right?’
His wife’s eyebrows disappeared into her hairline, but as surprised as his question made her, he didn’t miss the quick intake of breath. She was excited, and that was sexy as hell.
This time, Daphne was the one to lick her lips and, despite clearly warring with herself, she shook her head. ‘That’s not what we agreed on, my love. We set up boundaries for a reason.’
He didn’t bother arguing the point. She was right, of course, she always was. Instead, he crawled between her legs and put his fingers and tongue to work. Daphne’s moan was shaky and euphoric, broken up by a breathy laugh.
‘This is bribery!’
He didn’t answer, instead, he pushed her back until she laid down, his lips firmly attached to her still-gaping womanhood. She still tasted like Cameron’s seed - he would lick her until she didn’t. Daphne’s cheeks flushed as his hands crept up her perfect body and cupped her breasts, his tongue working her over like no huge, strange cock knew how to.
Staring deeply into his eyes, he wondered what was going on in their devious mind of hers until she finally let him know with a roll of her eyes and a shaky smirk.
‘If we’re changing the rules, I want something in return.’
Instead of answering, he just increased the intensity of his licking, his fingers now pinching and pulling at her perfect nipples. She was close, and her shaky voice and heavy breathing proved as much.
‘W-when we get back home, y-you’ll have to do something for me, no questions asked…’
When she told him what she wanted, it was his turn for his eyebrows to disappear into his hairline. Still, with thoughts of how incredible the rest of their vacation would be, Harry reluctantly nodded and Daphne squealed in delight, pulling him up and snogging his brains out.
What his wife had asked of him…would definitely be outside his comfort zone, but who was he to bitch about putting the other out of their comfort zone after what Daphne had done for him?
Besides…it’s not like she had to twist my arm…
Finally pulling his lips away from his wife’s still-gaping pussy and redraw lips, Harry slipped his fingers inside her and grinned up at her roguishly.
‘You play a tough game, my love, but don’t think for a second I missed how much you were horny for that older guy…’
Daphne’s breathing grew more intense as Harry started to kiss and lick her clit, his fingers gently thrusting in and out of her, rubbing against her g-spot.
‘H-his name is Maxwell…’
Harry chuckled deeply, undeterred by his wife’s breathy proclamation.
‘You weaselled a little extra out of me, but do you honestly expect me to believe you would have remained my faithful little wife if Maxwell came knocking tomorrow?’
Again, Daphne’s breathing grew more intense, her entire face flush with desire and her eyes wide.
‘Even if I begged you not to, if Maxwell came up to us tomorrow, that big ol’ dick swinging inches from your face, could you stop yourself? I saw the way he made you laugh, I saw how much of a crush you had on him…’
‘N-no…’
Her lips said one thing, her body said something entirely different.
She thread her hands in his hair, her eyes screwing shut as he started to grind her mound against him.
‘You’re imagining I’m him right now, aren’t you?’
His question was met with an exultant moan that told him more than a confirmation ever could.
‘I can’t be him though, can I? I’m too small, too inadequate -’
‘Oh Maxwell… fuck me, I need you…’
Harry throbbed painfully at the desperate and needy tone in her voice, so sexy, so vulnerable. It was like he wasn’t even there anymore.
‘Oh, mmmn, you’re so much bigger than my husband, nnnhnn, show him how to properly treat a naughty girl, yesssss…’
Harry stayed silent, content to let Daphne’s imagination drive her wild, to make her into even more of a wanton slut for him.
When she was close to cumming again however, his wife moaning and groaning up a storm, Harry struck, his eyes twinkling with mischief.
‘Tell me how much you love his cock,’ Harry demanded, making his voice sound as pathetic as possible. ‘Tell me how much you love Maxwell fucking you -’
‘So much! So much! He’s incredible, the best I’ve ever had!’
‘Tell me, your filthy slut,’ he began, the tone of his voice shifting into a more dark, domineering one and his fingers harshly pinching her clit in a way that had her squealing, ‘why you didn’t realise how much he looks like your dear daddy…’
Harry laughed darkly as Daphne froze, her eyes screwed shut and her mouth open in a silent scream as the realisation that had somehow eluded her hit her like a truck.
She came, hard, harder than he’d ever seen her cum before.
He may have cheated a little, but Harry had made his wife cum harder than that insatiable young buck had ever managed.
His deliciously bruised ego partially restored, Harry watched his wife gasping for breath as if she’d just had a double training session with Oliver Wood, her arm flung over her face and her body splayed out on the bed before him.
She’d kick his ass when she finally came to, but in his mind, it was totally worth it.
He couldn’t wait to see what kind of impact this would have on their eventual coupling, his mind already bombarding him with images of the duo from earlier that day, all lovey-dovey and flirting with each other like a real couple.
Fuck, why is that so hot?! I’m so messed up…