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Harry's Wandering Eye	By : JustAWhat Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 30875 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: The author does not own Harry Potter, nor make any money off this story. This is a work of fiction; any resemblance to actual events is coincidental. It is fantasy only; the author does not condone any illegal/immoral actions in real life.

Chapter List
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Warning: Heterosexual Sex, Infidelity, Cuckold/Cuckquean
Summary: Between us and our spouses was only the thin wall of a room, with a fully open door and here we were, shagging each other as if we were alone in the house. [Harry/Hermione]

Shagging Hermione
Harry’s POV
It was of no surprise that Hermione, Ron, Ginny and I remained close for the rest of our lives. We did a lot of things together even after we married and had children; outside of the regular Weasley get togethers, that is. We even usually took our holidays together.
It was on our first holiday to a muggle beach after we’d all married that I got to see much more of Hermione’s body, save for the areas covered by a tiny bikini. She was so beautiful; her body was to die for. I loved the way her gorgeous breasts strained the bra of her tiny bikini. On occasion, she'd ask me to massage her neck and shoulders, which I'd done since our Hogwarts days, now without her noticing my raging boner, as I more or less felt her up. She said Ron’s bony hands were painful when he tried to massage her.
One holiday at the Potter beach house in southern France, we were all sitting around the kitchen table. We'd just come back from the beach. Ron, Ginny and the children were all there, when Hermione turned to me.
“Can you give me a massage, Harry? I think I may have pulled something in my back and I don’t want to have it stiffen up on me and ruin our holiday.”
I went to get up and walk around behind her, but she stood up and walked into the room she and Ron were using, asking me to do it whilst she lay on the bed. I looked at my best mate; Ron didn't seem to care and my wife wouldn't have had a clue what was going on in my mind, so I casually followed her in, and there she was, lying face down on her bed, in her bikini.
You can imagine my thoughts, this was the first time I'd been alone with Hermione in this half naked state, and I'd been more or less asked to rub my hands all over her. It was every wizard’s dream, and here I was about to experience it in reality.
I began seriously working the places we all enjoy, but as I did, the closeness of her sexy, body, took its affects and very soon I had the hardest cock you've ever seen.
I slid my hands all over her body, each time, passing closer and closer to those parts we all want to touch and have touched.
I pretended to hook my finger on the strings of her bikini top and without her even blinking an eyelid; I simply untied it and continued my perverted journey, over her warm, soft sexy body.
She'd completely relaxed; I knew I was doing a good job. I was also feasting on the feel of her and doing things like brushing the sides of her tits as my hands passed along the sides of her upper body.
I eventually climbed over Hermione, sitting on her lovely bum cheeks, and slowly but surely, moved both myself and my massage strokes, further down her body with every relaxing and soothing pass of her now completely naked upper body. I managed to slowly work Hermione’s bikini bottom down, exposing her delicious arse, and continued my massaging, kneading each of her cheeks as I passed by with each stroke.
My cock was now a bursting, steel-like, raging length of lust. Hermione moaned and sighed, loving my soothing attention to her, whilst my lust grew so strong, I finally just threw caution to the wind and took off my shirt and shorts.
Now naked, I knelt between her legs, my cock oozing pre cum, my eyes feasting on her lovely swollen flaps. Without a word, I lifted her hips up, and placed my cock at Hermione’s pussy, gently moving it up and down her slit, until it just slid into her.
Hermione uncharacteristically didn't speak, she didn't protest, she just lay there face down, allowing me to have my way with her. By now, I'd gone so far, I simply removed her top altogether and began to feel her incredible, firm, full breasts, whilst my cock marinated in her hot, wet cunt juices. She was more than wet enough, telling me that the massage had turned her on as well. Then I sat up, grabbed her delectable arse cheeks in my hands and began fucking her tight pussy with steady determination.
I couldn't believe my luck, and I couldn't believe that between us and our spouses was only the thin wall of a room, with a fully open door and here we were, shagging each other as if we were alone in the house. I hadn’t even cast a silencing charm as I’d left my wand in the other room.
Merlin, it was so hot being inside her, feeling her incredible body, fucking her, and in complete silence, save for a muffled moan or sigh. The feel of her arse cheeks against my stomach, Mmmm there's nothing like the feel of a woman's bum against your bare flesh, my cock, sliding in and out of her, as I felt and viewed, all of her completely naked body. And the soft slapping of my bollocks on her dripping cunt? Delicious.
Suddenly Hermione’s cunt began to spasm and squeeze my cock in a vice grip. She was having an orgasm. The sensations and excitement soon had me way over the top and I emptied my balls into Hermione’s wonderful heavenly pussy. She lay with me for some time as I slowly recovered from the physical exertion of it all.
When I'd recovered, I slowly rolled her over and instantly began to drink my spent cum as it spilled back out of her, over her still swollen pussy lips, until she was all cleaned up and her little clit was bursting with wanton desire. I licked Hermione with love and lust, not to mention gratitude, I did all I could to ensure she felt appreciated, and before long, she began to thrust until she reached a second climax, softly moaning, “Harry,” and then gently pushed me away from her now very sensitive clit.
I moved up the bed, and hugged her. We didn't speak, but it was the most exciting shag I'd ever had. We dressed, and had no sooner gone back to the massage, when Ron appeared at the door.
It was the most surreal situation, not a word had been spoken; yet we'd crossed huge boundaries, and as it turned out, Ron and Ginny were completely oblivious to what we'd done.
We still meet occasionally and secretly fuck. This is all done without a word other than an occasionally sighed, “Harry,” and I don't mind a bit. Hermione is the most incredibly sexy witch, with the most breathtaking body. I'll shag her till the day I die, if she lets me, and I don't care if we never speak about it, or during it. I'd rather just do it anyway.
No one has a clue about us, as I'm the last guy most would think as an adulterer, and all who know Hermione, would never suspect her of anything like this, which continues to make it seem like the first time, every time.

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