“Oh God Hermione! Please.”
“You taste so good, Harry.”
“If you don’t stop,” his words trailed off as her warm mouth once again enveloped his cock. Green eyes caught gray as Malfoy moved behind her, his pale hands moving possessively along the curves of his wife‘s back before positioning his hard cock against her cunt, which Harry knew was soaking wet. His eyes silently reminding Harry that she was his wife and that Harry should feel honored to be able to share her tonight. Hermione gasped when Malfoy entered her from behind but soon went back to licking and sucking the chocolate sauce from his erection so Harry had no complaints. In fact, he found it rather arousing to watch the handsome blond fucking the beautiful brunette. This was not at all how Harry had expected to spend his holidays.
When he had been invited to spend Christmas with his best friend and her husband, he’d hesitated at accepting the invitation. He loved Hermione, but Malfoy was still an obnoxious prat and not one of his favorite people. Marrying Hermione had not changed the fact that the former Slytherin was an arrogant, smug bastard on his best days. The chance to spend a couple of weeks with Hermione had been too tempting to resist, the two friends hardly seeing each other since she married Malfoy three years ago. They were nearly thirty and Harry wanted to spend some time with her before she had Malfoy’s brats running around stealing all her attention.
It wasn’t that he doubted Malfoy loved her. He had no question that the blond was completely besotted and absolutely devoted to his old friend even if he rarely showed his feelings in public. It was there in the way he watched her when she wasn’t beside him, the way his eyes softened and he almost smiled just from seeing her, in the way he attempted to be polite to her friends, though Malfoy’s idea of polite consisted of not spending the entire time being a rude wanker. He just felt a bit left out, if he were completely honest, even more so than he had when Ron had dated Hermione during seventh year. His longest lasting relationship since had not even been six months and that was nearly five years ago, Hermione and Ron the only real constants in his life.
Ron had Pansy and two children. Hermione had Malfoy and he was sure children would follow soon. This might very well be his last holiday to just be with Hermione. Besides, he rather enjoyed Malfoy’s glares and scowling when he stole Hermione away for private time to catch up on the last few months and to reminisce about their younger years. When Hermione had suggested them playing a Muggle game after dinner that evening, his sixth day at the Manor, he had agreed because he could see that Malfoy wanted to steal her away and shag her rotten and Harry was always keen to thwart the blond’s devious sexual plans regarding the pretty witch.
In the end, it was Hermione who had the devious sexual plans, as he and Malfoy both found out during a game of Truth or Dare that had resulted in her seducing them both, the sexy minx. He was now laying in front of the fireplace in the sitting room with a fur rug beneath him and chocolate sauce dripping from his cock as she sucked him while Malfoy fucked her. If he hadn’t been able to feel the heat of the fire and every sensation of her tongue and mouth, he’d have imagined he was just dreaming again.
“She has a great mouth, doesn’t she, Potter?” Draco asked as he fucked his gorgeous wife with slow, teasing strokes. She was pushing back against him, her cunt so wet that he slid in easily. He was pleasantly surprised that he was enjoying this encounter. He had not been at all pleased when she had confessed that she wanted them to shag Potter. In fact, they’d had a very heated row and he’d refused to speak to her for half a day before calming down. In a way, it was only fair that she wanted to invite her friend to join them. She had allowed Blaise to join them on occasion because she knew of his former relationship with his best friend.
When she had mentioned Potter, though, insecurities he had done his best to forget came back. He’d been an awkward student at Howarts once again, never able to best the annoying bastard no matter how hard he tried. Now, however, he was the one who had something Potter wanted and would never truly have. Hermione might be interested in having sex with her old friend, but she didn’t love Potter in the way she loved him and never would. Potter was a fantasy she had when she was a teen, someone she imagined shagging when she’d touched herself beneath her blankets, someone she‘d had when she was younger and wanted again in a similar way that he wanted Blaise sometimes. Draco was her reality, the man she loved and planned to have a family with in another few years. It was that knowledge that had allowed him to agree to her fantasy.
He was surprised by her plans, knowing she intended to seduce Potter to see if he was interested in being with them both, that being a non-negotiable condition that had also been present when they first approached Blaise, but not knowing exactly how she planned to go about her seduction. He’d been sulking most of the week, waiting for her to say something so it could be over and done, finding himself not so against the idea once he’d seen how well Potter was looking and especially when seeing the fiery looks the other wizard was giving his wife that he was probably not even aware of.
He loved Hermione, a relationship that had surprised them both, and he found her incredibly sexy and beautiful in her own way. It made him feel rather smug when others looked at her with a hint of lust or want, knowing that she was his just as he was hers. Yes, he was a possessive man and jealousy was one of his many traits, but it was rather arousing knowing Potter wanted her and would never really have her except in friendship and possibly sex. When Hermione had mentioned that Muggle game, he’d looked into her eyes and known that tonight was the night.
“Yes, she does,” Harry moaned in agreement. “God, Hermione, so good.”
“I want more,” Hermione whispered as she looked over her shoulder, exchanging a look with Draco. She kissed him, sharing the taste of chocolate sauce and Harry. He kissed her possessively, the way he always did when Blaise joined them, her mouth opening as she kissed him back just as fervently. When the kiss broke, she whispered in his ear, “I want you to fuck him, Draco.”
“What?” Draco couldn’t conceal his surprise at the request, his cock twitching at the idea of shagging Potter with her.
Hermione winked before she straddled Harry’s cock and plunged down, her head falling back as she felt him fill her. Leaning over, she licked his nipples as she began to move. Catching the green eyes of her best friend, she sat up again and asked, “Do you want to feel Draco inside you, Harry? You do, don’t you? Ever since I became involved with him, you’ve wanted us like this, fucking you and sharing you. I’ve seen it in your eyes. I know what you desire, honey. Let us give it to you.”
“Hermione, I,” Harry groaned when he felt a finger brush against his arse, “yes, please. Both of you. Want to feel you both. So much. So bloody much.”
Draco watched through narrowed eyes as Hermione began to slowly fuck Potter with her fingers, knowing all too well what the other man was experiencing at the moment. It was incredibly erotic, watching his wife ride Potter while her fingers were plunging inside his tight arse. When she looked at him and smiled wickedly, he almost came without even touching them.
“Now Draco,” she demanded once she was sure Harry was prepared to feel her husband’s cock inside his arse. Draco’s lips moved over her neck and back as he moved between Harry’s legs. Harry bucked up suddenly, letting her know that Draco had begun to enter him. “Relax, Harry. It feels so good.”
“God,” was the only word that he could pronounce as he felt Hermione’s muscles tighten around his cock at the same time Mal-Draco began to penetrate him. It was Draco, he reminded himself. If he was letting the blond bugger him, he very well needed to refer to him by first name. He hadn’t felt like this in so long, since Ron and Hermione had broken up after graduation and their occasional romps together had ended. And during those, it was usually Hermione in between them, the three of them forgetting the War and school as they had found pleasure together. This was the first time he had felt as if he truly belonged somewhere since those stolen nights at Hogwarts.
Draco groaned when he felt Potter’s tight arse squeeze his cock. He began to move slowly, adjusting their position so he could penetrate the other man deeper. Hermione leaned back against him, her lips moving over his face as her hand tangled in his blond hair. Keeping one hand on Potter’s hip, his other began to knead her breasts, his fingers twisting her nipples as their new lover writhed beneath them. Considering the fact that the entire evening had been foreplay with Hermione teasing them, it didn’t take either of them long to feel their orgasms approach.
He’d been ready to come since Hermione had allowed herself to be ‘dared’ into performing a sexy strip tease, her shy blush absolutely beguiling when coupled with her naughty smile. She was very comfortable with her sexuality, an amazing lover whether it be sweet and romantic or wild and desperate. He did love when she was playful, never failing to be aroused by her. Pulling out of Potter, his hand stroked his cock until he came, his seed hitting his wife’s bare back and dripping to the rug beneath them.
Moving his hand between their legs, he twisted Hermione’s clit, letting his fingers brush against Potter’s cock every time she raised up. She came with a soft cry that he caught with his lips, Potter’s grunt soon following. Cradling her against him, he pulled her off their lover, holding her as her orgasm eventually subsided, brushing kisses against her neck. Catching sight of Potter’s sated smile and the amazed look obvious in his eyes even with the slight glare of the fire on the spectacles, he couldn’t resist smirking. “Happy Christmas, Potter.”
The End