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SD: CH103 - Cucking Her Husband Part 2
🕑 Added 2024-02-15 17:10:08 +0000 UTCThe night was about to get very interesting.
“Come with me,” said Harry Potter, grabbing Anastasia by her head as he stepped backwards until he was standing with his back against the bed. Her lips still attached to his cock, she crawled on all fours, never once letting his shaft leave her lips. She couldn’t believe what a turn on this was, she was shirtless, her gorgeous tits were on display, and her husband was watching her crawl across the floor while Harry’s cock like it was her favourite snack.
Broderick meanwhile stared in amazement as Potter sat down on the bed, and his wife rose slightly to keep his shaft still lodged within her throat. Potter grabbed her tits and smacked them softly, which only added to his wife’s moans.
He probably didn’t even realise it then, that his left hand was slowly unzipping his trousers, liberating his dick.
Before long, Anastasia stood up in nothing save her panties, her gorgeous hair laid against her back as she stood in an incredibly horny state, less than a few inches from Harry Potter. She bit her lip, as she stared down at him, her eyes stuck on his cock that was begging to be ridden. While her husband watched.
If the sheer anticipation didn’t make her cum, then Harry Potter was definitely going to.
She shivered as Harry Potter touched her hips, dipped his thumbs inside her panties, and heard Broderick suck in his breath, watching Harry Potter slowly, erotically drag her panties down to reveal her perky, round arse and her shaven, tight pussy. Harry leaned in, kissing her stomach, and pulled her panties all the way down to her ankles, letting her step out. He looked at her and gave her a dirty smile, and she instinctively knew what was about to happen.
“Hey… Mister Greengrass,” said Harry, never once even looking at Broderick. “I’m going to fuck your whore of a wife.”
Anastasia let out a soft moan. Harry no doubt knew how horny and turned on she was right then, especially with his mentioning his intention aloud like that. She liked it when a man dominated her like that. A sick smile spread across her face, and she turned towards her husband, who had unzipped his cock and was rubbing it with one hand desperately, turned on with what was happening before his eyes. If she hadn’t seen the entire thing happen before her own eyes, she’d have thought that Potter had put Broderick under the Imperius.
That this man could twist other males — husbands with just words, both terrified and excited the fuck out of her.
Her pussy burnt with pleasure as she slowly descended down on his cock, but Potter ended up sliding it against her pussy lips, choosing to taunt her instead of letting her have her fill. She tried to force it into her, but he slid it backward, until it was resting against her arsecrack, sending another wave of pleasure coursing through her. They were going to fuck, there was no doubt about that. But to let him fuck her in her arse? That was something she had never allowed even her husband, so could she get away with letting Potter have this forbidden fantasy in front of him?
“I’m going to fuck you like your husband can’t,” Harry whispered quietly, but his words were clearly audible to both husband and wife. “He is going to watch me fuck the life out of you.”
“Bo— bold words,” she said, playing along. “My husband fucks me better than you can imagine.”
“That’s only because you haven’t had your experience with this cock,” said Potter smugly. Anastasia raised her arse up in anticipation, her pussy lips teasing the tip of his cock as she felt it slide just an inch into her tunnel. He was making her so desperate… she wanted to take the plunge and have the entire thing hit her insides all the way.
“Work for it,” said Potter. “Ride my cock in front of your husband.”
Without hesitation, Anastasia propped herself up. Her back facing Broderick, she straddled Harry’s lap, his thick shaft pressing against her stomach, ready for penetration. She placed her hand at the base of his shaft, lifting her hips and aligned it to skewer through her entrance. Biting her lower lip, she slowly began to lower herself, her eyes opening wider and wider as her hot pussy began to swallow inch after inch of his gorgeous dick.
“Fuuuck!” She moaned, and sat down on his cock. She couldn’t believe how good it felt. Just having it within her was pushing her to cum. Tilting her head back, she gasped in pleasure and turned to look at her husband.
“His cock is hitting me deeper than I’ve ever felt, darling,” she all but screamed.
Broderick just watched. Watched as his stunning wife moaned loudly in a way he had never heard her before as every thick inch of that cock entered her. His face was red, a mix of arousal, jealousy and excitement flooding within him, as he watched his wife get fucked by a much larger cock, watching her moan. Part of him kept whispering that something was wrong, that Potter wasn’t supposed to be this endowed, or even if he had, he was definitely not supposed to give his wife this kind of pleasure. The same part was telling him that he had made a big mistake by not stopping this long ago, by being sickly warped by Potter’s manipulative words to try his wife’s fantasy out, and now… he was going to see exactly why he should’ve never let Harry Potter come near his wife.
“Oooohhh… fuck!” Anastasia squealed.
“Yes,” said Potter, slapping her arse. “Ride that cock!”
Anastasia felt so dirty. She couldn’t even control herself as she began bouncing faster and faster, taking in more and more of Harry’s dick inside her with every downward plunge. Her pussy was soaked, her nipples hard as rock, and her face flustered, and red, and she knew she wanted to keep this fantasy going, for it was so fucking hot. But a realisation flooded through her, something that if her husband knew would not make him this eager to let things continue.
She wasn’t doing this for some stupid fantasy.
Neither was she doing it to demonstrate her trust in the strength of the relationship she shared with Broderick.
She was doing this for herself, and for Potter. He wanted to cuck her husband, and he wanted her to participate in it. She opened her mouth and the words that escaped her lips couldn’t have been more apt.
“Oh, oh Merlin! Harry! Fuck!” she moaned. “You are so… so big! Ughhh!”
“You are a dirty, cheating slut, aren’t you?” asked Harry, and Anastasia narrowed her eyes. He was playing a risky game. Broderick was in this, however tentative his acceptance might be, but they were toeing a line between indulgence and audacity, and the line was getting thinner with every passing moment. Fortunately, Harry slid back into the fantasy right then,
“Does your husband’s dick feel as good?”
“No,” she moaned instantly. “And I can’t wait for him to prove me wrong.”
Broderick’s dick pulsed at her cruel words, convincing himself that Anastasia was simply playing her part of the fantasy. They had decided on this. She would say provocative statements to excite him, challenge his masculinity, and after she had been through everything Potter was offering, Broderick would have his way with her, and show her who the real man was. Objectively, he noted that Potter had quite the dashing appearance, but there was no doubt that Anastasia was faking her reactions to not hurt his sentiments while playing into her fantasy.
He continued to stroke himself as he watched his loving wife’s arse bounce up and down, while Potter thrust upward, his cock pounding mercilessly and the bed shaking violently from their combined actions. It drew him to his own climax, but then something far more erotic happened.
Harry grabbed Anastasia’s hips tightly, spun her around, and before she could even brace herself for what was about to happen, he began thrusting harder and faster, while she screamed and screamed and screamed. Anastasia felt her body go limp from the sheer pleasure, and she fell forward, her tits falling down and juggling up and down as he kept slamming into her pussy from behind. Drool dripped down from her open mouth, as Harry drilled into her tunnel like a jackhammer, every single thrust making her feel like she was being hit by a minor zapping curse.
“Oooh! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” she screamed, trying and failing to hold her own knees for support, her sweaty palms slipping against her thighs. She had never been fucked so well, not even earlier when they had sex in that building. He truly was fucking her like a whore. Instead her glistening eyes met her husband’s excited ones, watching him watch her get fucked in ways he never did. Before she knew it, he grabbed her by her shoulders and pulled her back against his chest, letting Broderick have the full view of her sweaty, naked and well-fucked image, with his cock deep inside his wife’ pussy.
“Tell him,” Harry whispered. “Tell him that I am going to make you cum.”
Anastasia could’ve shrieked in laughter. The sheer irony, the erotism, the pleasure coursing through her veins, and the excitement on her husband’s face… it was all too much for her.
“Darling,” she said in a husky tone. “Harry Potter is going to make me cum.”
Broderick watched her.
“Tell him,” said Harry. “Tell him that I am going to cum in you.”
“Darling,” she repeated again. “Harry Potter is going to cum inside me.”
Her husband only stroked his cock faster.
“BRODERICK!” Anastasia yelled out. “HARRY POTTER IS GOING TO CUM IN MY PUSSY AND I AM GOING TO LOVE IT!”
Her husband couldn’t hold it any more. Something about her words spurred him, and thick globules of cum erupted out of his dick, splattering all across the floor. Harry took it as a sign to renew his drilling inside her love tunnel, and pushed her down to the floor. Anastasia barely managed to support herself with her hands, with Harry holding her tight by the hips above, as he kept thrusting in and out with a speed she hadn’t thought possible. Every single thrust made it increasingly harder for her to stay like that, bent over with him reaming her pussy, but she struggled on.
“Who fucks you best?”
“YOU!” She screamed. “You do.”
Harry smacked her arse, the sound reverberating all across the room. He started fucking her even faster, and Anastasia did all she could to just bear it and hold on. Her whole body was sweaty and messy and shaking as he fucked her from behind roughly. She felt drunk with lust, her body burning with every thrust, while the impossible feeling of being that full hitting every inch of her body.
“Honey!’ She babbled. “Honey! You’ve never fucked me like this before. You’ve never made me feel like this before!”
“Tell him,” spanked Harry. “Tell him, whose whore are you?”
“Yours!”
Spank. “TELL HIM!”
‘I AM HIS WHORE, BABY!” She screamed. “YOUR WIFE IS POTTER’S WHORE! YES! KEEP FUCKING ME! SHOW MY HUSBAND HOW IT IS DONE!”
“Your husband came on the floor,” mocked Harry. “I’m gonna cum inside you. I’m going to knock you up in front of your husband.”
“No…” whispered Broderick.
“Oh, no! Fuck!” sang Anastasia. “I’m not… not under the potion!”
“I’m going to put a baby in you.”
“No…” she sang. “Broderick! Broderick —”
“Your husband cannot stop me,” said Harry Potter. “He’s going to watch me cum inside you whether he likes it or not! And then he has the rest of his life trying to play catch-up.”
“Ffuuu—ck!” whimpered Anastasia. “Bro— dderick tell him! Tell him!”
“Tell your husband I am going to cum in you.”
Anastasia gave up all pretence. “Harry Potter fucked me so — ugh — so well! It’s only fitting that he cums in me! He is going to cum in me, Broderick. In your wife’s pussy.”
Her husband’s eyes flashed with protest. He put a foot forward as if ready to stand up and interrupt, but hesitantly withdrew it and sat back down. His cock twitched in his hand, absolutely engaged but turned on at the same time. He looked at her with pleading eyes, unsure whether this was part of her fantasy or not. She knew that he hated the idea of someone else cumming in her pussy, fantasy or not.
“He might knock me up,” she said, smiling coldly at him, her words trailing off into a moan that was broken apart by every hard thrust Harry made into her. She spoke again, mocking her husband, though this wasn’t for his pleasure, it was for her own. “Oh! Oh baby! Harry is going to cum inside me, baby! Are you going to… oh! Are you going to just sit and watch? Oh! Fuck! Aren’t you going to stop him?”
As if to fuel things, Harry grabbed both of her tits and mauled them, eliciting a moan from her, her hot soaking pussy squeezing against his cock as he drove into her. She just lay there, mocking her husband with that erotic, deluded expression, her eyes smiling with contempt at her husband, as Harry kept hammering into her. This… this was intense. Her loud moans were almost drowning the wet, loud, pounding sounds made from Harry jackhammering her insides. She had known from prior experience just how long Harry could push things, and had taken a stamina potion just to keep up with him. It made the entire experience just that much surreal, especially with her husband having cum way before either of them had. She was so… so close now… and she knew he was too.
But before that…
“I’m going to…. Ughh! Let Harry fuck me again, honey!” She groaned, grinding her pussy against his cock, meeting every thrust with growing excitement as her own orgasm drew nearer. She was looking at Broderick in his eyes, her whole world shaking with the bed they were laying against.
“He… Oh! Yes! Like that! Harry, fuck me! Fuck me, Harry! Fuck me like a whore! I’ll — I’ll let you fuck me whenever you want! WHENEVER YOU WANT!”
It probably said something about her husband that he exploded for the second time right then.
“Merlin!” said Harry. “I can’t wait to have you again!” He met Broderick’s eyes. “I’m going to be fucking her from now on, Broderick! Your wife is my slut! You can’t satisfy her after this! You — ugh! You really shouldn’t have let me fuck her!”
“Yes!” screamed Anastasia. “I’ll let you fuck me again! And again! Keep going! Oh shit! Oh fuck! I am going to CUMMMMM!”
Her pussy burned, and her eyes and mouth shot wide open, her whole world spinning in an incredible daze of lust and pleasure in one majestic explosion. Her pussy erupted in pleasure as his thick cock fucked her into the most amazing orgasm of her life. Her chest heaved, her heart fluttered, and her eyes rolled to the back of her head as unbelievable pleasure flooded through her body… She had never felt something so amazing, and could do nothing but moan loudly in appreciation with the odd word escaping, brutally honest and arousingly cruel.
“Here it comes,” yelled Harry, and she felt his cock throb powerfully, as he thrusted it balls-deep inside her, and began shooting load after load of sticky, potent cum straight into it. She felt every single shot coat the insides of her cunt as his balls rose up again and again, pumping more and more of his sticky seed inside her.
“Oh, baby! Yes! He is cumming!” She moaned loudly, her eyes widening at just how hot this felt… looking at her husband’s face while Harry Potter fucked and came inside her. “He’s… he’s CUMMING INSIDE ME! FUCK! THERE IS SO MUCH! He just… he just came inside me, honey!”
Broderick stared on, the regret of his decision masked by the sheer horniness that flooded him at the sight of watching his wife. Harry Potter had actually cum inside his wife. He watched as Potter kept pounding into her again and again, throbbing hard as it shot more and more of his hot, thick cum inside her. He was jealous… but more than that, he was aroused, the sheer amazement of the fantasy taking over his body, his reality, at the twisted idea of having his wife impregnated by another man.
“I’m cumming inside your bitch, Mister Greengrass,” said Harry Potter.
Broderick couldn’t help it. He had just cum twice, but his barrels felt like he could cum again. His dick was paining, and thoughts and doubts about how true his wife and Harry Potter had been during their illicit fuck was already troubling his mind, but there was time to ponder about that later. For now, the sheer erotism of the situation was overwhelming his senses.
Anastasia pulled off Harry’s cock, and stood up, only to bend before his cock and began sweeping the mix of her juices and his cum with her tongue. She grabbed his cock and began rubbing it against her cheek, against her tits, against her forehead, and bent downwards to swallow his balls that promised to stay full for another sex-marathon or two. She moaned, and turned around, revealing Harry’s cum swirling inside her mouth to her husband, making him watch how it was coating her teeth and tongue,before closing her mouth and swallowing loudly.
“That… was fun,” she said, almost casually.
Harry Potter stood up, and almost mockingly, patted Broderick on his left shoulder. “I’m going to take a shower. You can fuck your wife and prove yourself, and finish the fantasy now, Mister Greengrass.”
And then he proceeded towards the attached bathroom.
That Broderick was still looking just as dazed only made her think just how pathetic her husband was.
“What do you think, honey?” she asked, sitting down on the bed, legs spread apart, revealing her well-fucked pussy that was still leaking a mix of her and Harry’s juices. “How was it?”
“...Hot,” murmured Broderick.
“You look like you enjoyed yourself,” she said casually. “I don’t remember you ever cumming that many times.”
Both of them could hear the sound of the shower begin.
“....yes,” said her husband, standing up. “Do you — do you want me to —”
She stopped him in the middle, putting a single finger against her chest. She stood up, and casually forced him to sit back down on the couch. “I know you, honey. You’ve already cum thrice. I doubt you can cum again. That thing…” she regarded the cock that had pleasured her all these years, the cock that would now feel inadequate after her experience with Harry Potter. “It looks painful. Is it painful, honey?”
“...yes.”
“Perhaps we can arrange for a repeat of this later?” she casually suggested. “Given how much you loved it. Perhaps it makes you horny watching another man with a bigger dick treat me like a whore.”
“I… I…”
“It’s okay, Broderick,” she said, not letting him finish. Harry Potter fucking her had liberated her in ways she was still unaware of. Her life had always been limited to the Greengrass estate, running the herbology trade, and following her husband’s commands and being the help from the shadows. But now… something had been unleashed within her. Something that had come out of its dark cave and would not be pushed back that easily.
Not if she had anything to say about it.
“It’s obvious, honey,” she said, keeping her tone a fine balance of mockery and concern. “You’ve already cum so many times. You cannot fuck me now. It’s a side-effect we didn’t plan for, but I’m still horny, honey. I took stamina potions you know, just to last getting fucked twice. I… I want more, honey, but I don’t think you are in any position to help me with that.”
“I — I can take the potion too,” began her husband, but she shut him down with a finger on his lips.
“Take a potion?” She laughed cruelly. “And prove yourself as inferior to Harry Potter? No, I refuse to let my husband suffer that kind of ignominy. Instead, I’m going to ask Potter for a favour.”
Broderick blinked. “What favour?”
“Well,” said Anastasia brightly. “He got what he wanted from you, as per the deal. But only because I consented with it. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind me asking a favour for being so cooperative. As for what, I am thinking of asking him for another round. Maybe you can watch and enjoy yourself too? And little Harry Potter will get another taste of this adult pussy, and feel even more grateful to us. To you.”
Despite himself, Broderick couldn’t bring himself to challenge his wife’s twisted logic.
“Besides, it’s nothing that hasn’t happened already. I’m horny, honey, and you are in no position to help me. This way at least, we don’t let him think that you are unable to perform and instead, make you look magnanimous. You are doing him a favour by letting him fuck your wife again.”
“But Potter — will he —”
“You leave that to me,” she said, smiling, as she turned to face towards the bathroom. She picked up her wand, and cast a charm at the door, turning it transparent. Inside, they could watch Harry Potter showering, oblivious to their private conversation.
“I’m going to try yet another fantasy, Broderick. I’m going to fuck Harry Potter in the shower.”
Broderick just sat there, stunned at how forward and seductive his wife was being. He knew that all of this was simply a fantasy, and she was looking out for him, but part of him couldn’t help but think he was missing something. That something didn’t make sense. But before he could say or do anything, Anatasia opened the transparent door, and walked in, closing it behind her. He saw her say something to the boy, and to his surprise, jumped into his arms as he pushed her against the bathroom wall, and began fucking her in earnest. He saw how water was splashing down upon them, how his wife was throwing her head up and screaming in silent ecstasy, while Harry Potter hammered her insides with a zeal that bordered on the impossible. Broderick knew — he just knew that he had to act. He knew he should act. This… something was missing here. But — but what?
Then his gaze landed on his own wand. Grabbing it, he pointed it at his wife and Harry Potter that were engaged in brutal, animalistic sex, and muttered.
“Sonorous.”
Much Better.
Comments
Hadrian v.E.
Well, Anastasia is on dick Harry full time now. While logic didn't manage to liberate her from her pathetic husband, a brazen round of public NTR mating with Harry sure did! 🤤
NightFury
If Daphne is an empath, what in the world must this emotional situation taste like?
BK-94
i wonder if Daphne is hiding and watching. it will be even more devastating if Daphne join her mother in bed with potter in front of cucking Broderick in the future
Alatoic
Damn, she really have a lot of repression, a tigress is on the lose, and she quite enjoy making her husband a cuckold (and he also is enjoining it). She will be a nice addition.
