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The Happiest Day of His Life	By : Wimp36 Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 21195 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Pt. 3

Harry woke late the next morning — he hadn’t fallen asleep until almost 4 in the morning — to the sounds of fucking from the bedroom. At once, his cock sprang back to life, battering uselessly against the confines of his cage. He peeked into the bedroom to see Ginny bouncing up and down on Dudley’s cock, her red hair shining in the mid-morning light streaming through the windows.

“Good, you’re awake,” grunted Dudley. “Order us some breakfast, and work on booking tickets for me. I’ll need a hire car to the airport, first-class to London, a car to my apartment, and a return flight in two days.” He grunted. “Get that cock in your mouth, Ginger.” He gave Ginny’s bottom a quick swat as she changed position, he ass in the air facing Harry. He could see her pussy gaping open slightly, dripping with desire, and bright red from Dudley’s treatment of it. His cousin groaned.

“Get me a suite in Greece, too,” he added, fisting Ginny’s head up and down his shaft. “And two first class tickets there and back. I won’t travel with the magic bollocks again, and your ex is flying with me so I’ve got somewhere to stick my cock besides the flight attendants. What are you waiting for?”

Harry turned and went to the phone to call the front desk.

“Bonjour,” chirped a friendly female voice.

“Um…hello. This is Mr. Potter in the honeymoon suite. I’d like to order some breakfast?”

“For two?”

“Um, for three, actually.” The voice on the other end of the line giggled.

“D’accord. May I do anything else for you?”

“Yes, can you arrange some transportation for me?”

“Of course. For you and your wife?”

“No, it’s actually for…”

“FUCK MY MARRIED PUSSY!” Shrieked Ginny without any warning.

“I’m sorry, monsieur Potter, I didn’t hear the last thing you said.”

“Not a problem. I need transport to the airport and first class tickets to London for a Mr. Dudley Dursley, leaving this afternoon and then ret—“

“FUCK ME, DUDLEY! CUM IN MY GINGER CUNT! FILL ME UP WITH YOUR C—“

“AND RETURNING IN TWO DAYS. THANK YOU!” Harry practically shouted into the phone, hoping to drown out Ginny’s cries of ecstasy.

“Bien sûr, Mari Trompé.” The line clicked.

What on earth did “Mari Trompé” mean? Harry had a suspicion that he could guess pretty accurately.

“Get in here, husband!” Called Ginny. Harry scurried into the other room. Dudley could be heard in the shower, but Ginny lay splayed on the bed, fingering her oozing pussy. “Come give me a kiss, Harry!”

Harry crawled up onto the bed — the sheets were drenched with sweat and stained with other bodily fluids he was sure — and pulled Ginny into a deep kiss, his hands roaming over her body. They simply lay entwined for quite a while.

“I love you, Harry,” she purred.

“I love you, too, Ginny.”

“Good. Do you want to clean me up?”

“I do,” Harry admitted. Ginny pushed him lightly on the head and he slid onto the floor, busying himself with the task of cleaning her pussy. Just as he swallowed a particularly large glob of cum, a knock came from the door.

“Come in!” Called Ginny. The door clicked open and a pretty black girl wheeled in a laden breakfast cart. By her unruffled expression upon seeing a man kneeling on the floor with a cage around his cock, the girl was certainly the receptionist he had spoken to.

“Bonjour, Mademoiselle,” she said, addressing Ginny. “I have your breakfast. Should I lay it out?”

“Yes, please!” Said Ginny, popping out of bed and tugging on a short white silk robe. She helped herself to a strawberry while the girl set out coffee, tea, fruit, cheese, yogurt and granola, pastries, fruit juices, and champagne on the table. She poured a glass of champagne for Ginny.

“With the compliments of the hotel,” she said.

“Would monsieur care for champagne?”

Harry blushed. He was looking for something — anything — to cover himself.

“He’ll have some,” said Ginny. “Dear, there’s another dressing gown in my suitcase!”

Relieved, Harry grabbed the robe and shrugged into it. It wasn’t as much a dressing gown as a belted lace camisole, and it did little to hide his nakedness. The chastity cage dangled just below the hem. Fortunately, the receptionist seemed unfazed.

“And there is one more, non?” She asked, handing Harry a glass.

“There is,” said Dudley, emerging from the bathroom naked, toweling his hair.The receptionist was in the act of pouring a third glass of champagne, but her eyes locked onto Dudley’s cock, and the glass overflowed. She didn’t seem to notice until Dudley scooped the glass out of her hand with a cocky grin.

“Merci,” he said, taking a drink, and very obviously giving her an appraising look.

“Will there be anything else, sir?” She asked, biting her lip. Dudley laughed.

“If you want to suck my cock, you can just ask, you know.”

She licked her lips.

“May I suck your cock, monsiuer?” She said, her voice purring.

For an answer, Dudley sat down in one of the padded chairs and spread his legs. Harry couldn’t believe it, but the girl began unbuttoning her blouse, revealing a toned stomach and large, firm breasts encased in a chic black bra. She cast the blouse aside and sank to her knees. She began by kissing Dudley’s balls and then licked up the side of his rapidly hardening shaft. Harry stood, gaping, as she sank her mouth down Dudley’s cock, easily taking the entire shaft into her throat.

“Wow!” Said Ginny. She had just taken a bite of a chocolate croissant, but was now transfixed by the sight in front of them. The girl was sliding her head up and down Dudley’s ten thick inches with barely a sound. Every three or four strokes, she would sink all the way down, her nose nestled in his pubic hair, and hold herself there. Even Dudley looked impressed. She pulled away momentarily, a long strand of saliva dangling between her mouth and the head of Dudley’s cock.

“Mademoiselle,” she said, looking up at Ginny. “Would you care to join me? Perhaps Monsieur Potter would be so kind as to massage my feet? I have been standing all morning, and they are very sore.”

“You heard the poor girl, Potter,” said Dudley, “Help her relax. Your wife can help her with my cock.”

Ginny swallowed her bit of croissant and joined the girl at Dudley’s feet. She kissed Ginny gently on the lips.

“I am Eloise,” she said. “I am pleased to meet you.”

“Ginny,” said Ginny, giggling a little at the absurdity of the situation.

The two girls took positions on either side of Dudley’s cock, kissing it from either side, while Harry crouched down to remove Eloise’s shoes. While the two girls practically made out around the cock, he began to knead and rub her stockinged feet.

“Now, Mademoiselle Ginny, let me show you how to do le deep-throat,” said Eloise before commencing a tutoring session that consisted of quite a lot of gagging from Ginny.

“Monsieur Potter: if you ask politely, you may kiss my feet.”

Ginny giggled, but kept her mouth on Dudley’s cock.

“Can I kiss your feet, Eloise?”

“Non! Madame Eloise!”

“I’m sorry: may I kiss your feet, Madame Eloise?”

“Oui.”

Harry began to kiss the girl’s feet, which had clearly been in those heels for hours already. As he kissed and sniffed, he continued to hear the sounds of Ginny trying to take Dudley’s cock in her throat. Suddenly Dudley gave a heavy grunt and Harry looked up to see him holding Ginny’s head into his pubes. Her cheeks bulged, and Harry knew that Dudley was cumming. With a spluttering cough, Ginny drew back, wiping a hand across her mouth. She collapsed back onto her knees panting, but beaming up at Dudley. Her eyes were watering, her nose was running, and there was drool running down from her mouth to smear all the way down her chest. A little cum dribbled out from the corner of her mouth.

Eloise swooped in and took Dudley’s cock quickly in her mouth, cleaning off the last of his cum before pulling Ginny in for a kiss, sharing the cum between them. She then stood primly and thrust a foot at Harry.

“My shoes, Monsieur.”

Harry helped her back into her shoes and handed her her blouse, which she buttoned up and tucked into her skirt, composing herself.

“I hope you enjoy your breakfast. Monsieur Dursley, your car to the aeroport will be here at noon. There were no first class seats available on flights to London today, so, as Monsieur Potter’s card on file has no limit, we booked you a private flight.”

Harry gaped a little, but Dudley just smirked as the girl checked her reflection in a mirror and departed.

Dudley glanced at his watch.

“I’d better get dressed,” he mused. “I like the idea of a private plane. Why don’t you book one to take us to Greece, too?”

He pulled on his sweatpants and shirt, and poured a cup of coffee.

“I’ll be leaving in a few minutes,” he said. “Why don’t you two go shower. Have fun while I’m gone,” he added with a sneer.

Ginny tugged Harry behind her to the shower.

“You can lick my pussy while I shower,” she said.

They stepped into the huge tiled shower and Ginny pushed Harry to his knees where he got to work licking her beautiful pussy while the shampooed her hair and washed the drool and cum off her body.

“What should we do today?” Ginny asked as they dried off some time later. Such an ordinary question baffled Harry a little, as they’d talked of little besides sex for most of the previous day.

“We could go to the Louvre or one of the other art museums, and just sort of wander around the city,” Harry suggested. “And then we have dinner reservations at eight. And there’s the nightclub we were planning to visit, too.”

Ginny giggled and kissed him.

“That all sounds wonderful! Let’s get dressed and go!”
Ginny quickly pulled on a blue thong, a very tight, short jean skirt, a pink tank top, and blue trainers. Her wedding ring glittered on her finger and the key to Harry’s chastity cage nestled between her breasts. Harry reached for his underwear but was stopped by Ginny.

“I think these will look better on you!” She handed him a pair of green satin panties.

“What! Ginny, I can’t wear panties! I’m not a crossdresser!”

“I know. But you want to please me don’t you? Besides, it’ll help you remember that you’re not a real man! Now put them on.”

Bowing to the inevitable, he slid the panties up his legs. He had to admit that they felt good, cupping his balls as they did.

The day went by in near perfection. Ginny was happy, bubbly, and energetic and ready to show her love for him at every opportunity; the crowds were minimal; the weather was clear and warm. Every now and then — when Harry caught a glance of the key between Ginny’s breasts, or when she kissed him with extra passion — his cock would give a twinge in its plastic prison. He’d thought for a moment, too, that their smirking waiter at lunch had known what the key represented, but it could simply have been classic French arrogance.

In the afternoon they visited the Jardin du Luxembourg and the Louvre. Back at their hotel, an amorous Ginny rode Harry’s face to several orgasms. In the evening they dined at the Tour d’Argent, and, though the food and wine were phenomenal, Harry’s attention was primarily fixed on the plunging neckline of his bride’s blue silk dress, and, unavoidably, at the key that nestled there. After dinner they returned to the hotel where they found a shopping bag hanging from their door knob.

“What’s this?” Asked Harry, curiously.

“I asked Marie — the receptionist from last night — to go get me a new club outfit for tonight, since I got the original one a bit dirty. She’s going to meet us at the club, too! Let’s get ready!”

Ginny’s new outfit featured the same boots and choker that she’d worn the night before, bright red thigh-high fishnet stockings, a dark red micro dress that showed far more skin than it obscured, and arm-length fishnet gloves. Harry wore dark jeans and a black v-neck t-shirt under a grey leather jacket.

“You look amazing, Ginny!” He enthused.

“Thanks, babe,” she said, giving him a twirl. Her dress rode up high enough to reveal a lack of panties, which made Harry’s cock strain yet again at its cage. “Let’s go!”

The car that Harry had hired met them outside the hotel and whisked them into the outskirts of Paris. The nightclub they’d heard about was in a converted warehouse and hosted a breathtaking array of musical acts, including a number of wizard bands. It was highly exclusive, catering almost entirely to the rich, the beautiful, and the connected. Harry’s wealth had gained him easy entry.

The car left them in front of the building where Marie was waiting for them. The cute blonde girl was dressed in a black mesh shirt, a lycra micro skirt, and platform heeled boots. The mesh shirt revealed the entirety of her abdomen, including a dangling belly-button piercing. A bright pink bra hid her nipples while displaying her wonderfully large breasts.

“Bonsoir,” she purred kissing first Ginny and then Harry on each cheek. “You look tres sexy, Mademoiselle Potter.”

“Thanks! You’re looking pretty hot, yourself! Ready to dance?”

“Allons’y!” She said, and seized Ginny’s arm in one hand and Harry’s in the other. “I’ve wanted to come to this club ever since it opened! I’m so excited you asked me!”

The bouncer, a massive tank of a man, glowered at them while another attendant — a girl in a dress so short Harry could see the mound of her panties peeking out from under it — checked for their names on a list. When she was satisfied, the big man heaved open the door and they swept inside. They were almost immediately overwhelmed by a wave of noise, and both Ginny and Marie squealed at the sight of the DJ, a small woman wearing a mechanical rabbit head and a skin-tight latex body suit. The bass was deafening and the lights flashed in a trance-inducing manner.

“Shots!” Shouted Ginny, and dragged them to the nearest bar.

Once they’d had a few shots of chilled vodka, Ginny tugged Harry onto the dance floor, where she and Marie proceeded to gyrate against him enticingly, making his cage grow tighter and tighter. They sent Harry for more shots from time to time, dancing with each other and giggling whenever he was gone.

After they been dancing for the better part of an hour, the trio Madde their way to the table that had been roped off for them. A bottle each of vodka and champagne rested in ice, and a caviar service sat nearby. Marie poured drinks and they toasted, enjoying being off their feet for the moment. After several minutes, Marie tapped Ginny on the thigh.

“I think that man is looking at you, Mademoiselle Potter,” she said, flicking her eyes across the room. Harry and Ginny looked and saw a man leaning against the bar. He was tall, and muscular, with deeply tanned skin and sleek black hair. Ginny grinned at him and he straightened to amble towards them. He flashed a very white smile at them all before speaking in rapid French. Marie answered him.

“He would like to dance with you, Madamoiselle,” she said. “His name is Henri. He speaks no English, but he thinks you are very beautiful and that you dance well. I told him you are here with your new husband. He says that he saw the ring, but still had to ask, regardless.”

“I’d love to dance with him,” chirped Ginny, giving Harry a peck on the cheek. “Wait here, Harry!”

She dashed out onto the floor with Henri, who smirked at Harry over his shoulder. Harry watched as Ginny began to grind against the total stranger, rubbing her butt into his crotch almost from the beginning. His hands circled her waist, but quickly roamed higher, tugging the hem of her dress higher as they went, until each time she leaned into his thrusting dance, her lacy red thong was revealed. By the end of the first song they were facing each other and kissing passionately; his hands on her breasts and ass, her hands on his chest.

Marie scooted closer to Harry and rested her hand on his crotch.

“You are a lucky man, Monsieur Potter,” she said. “She is a beautiful woman, and she loves you very much. She will use that one and your friend from last night, and others to take her pleasure, but she will always return to you. I think that if you ever asked her to choose between her marriage and her lovers, she would pick you.” Her hand rubbed his caged cock through his trousers. “But I do not think you want her to make that choice. Her happiness is the most important thing, non?”

“Yes,” said Harry, grunting in mild pain as the cage pinched. Marie smiled.

“I would like to dance some more. You will dance with me, Monsieur.” She took Harry’s hand and pulled him onto the dance floor. Harry tried to dance with her at arms length, but she was having none of it, pulling him tight and tugging his hands lower on her hips as she gyrated against him.

“I asked your wife for permission to do something,” she said after their third dance. “And I think I will do it now. Come back to the table.”

Their table was in a small alcove, partially obscured from the dance floor. As soon as they were back in their seats, Marie spread her legs apart, revealing a lack of panties and a hairy blonde bush.

“I would like you to eat my pussy,” she said, matter-of-factly. “Your wife says you are quite good, but still need some practice.”

“I don’t know…” said Harry. Would Ginny have really given permission? Could he cheat on her? Did this count as cheating? All the questions were driven from his head when Marie grabbed him by the crotch and tugged.

“Get on the floor and worship my pussy, Monsieur Potter,” she hissed. Harry slid off the bench of the banquette and to the floor, burying his face in the hot crease between her legs. He began to lick and suck as he had for Ginny, but Marie wasn’t content to let him fumble around.

“You have a nice tongue, but you are not disciplined. Focus mostly on my clit, but give my whole pussy a long lick every now and then. Yes. Like that!”

Harry obeyed her as he continued to pleasure her pussy, which went from moist, to slick with juices, to dripping as he continued. Once he’d been at it for the length of two songs, she was having orgasm after orgasm, gasping and moaining in lusty pleasure. Just as another pair of legs, clad in red leather and fishnets slid into place next to Marie, she came once more, stronger than before; tightening her hands in his hair as her pussy gushed around his mouth.

“Enjoying yourself?” Asked Ginny.

“Yes, very much. He improved quite a lot. You should see!”

Ginny’s face appeared under the table.

“Hi, babe,” she said. “Show me what you’ve learned! If I like it, you might get unlocked later.”

She spread her legs, revealing that, at some point in the last twenty minutes she had lost her panties. Harry’s heart sank. Had she fucked Henri? Was he about to eat a stranger’s cum? Ginny sensed his trepidation and clearly knew the reason. She drew his head into place with a laugh. She was sweaty, and slick with juices, but, as Harry tasted her slit, he knew that she hadn’t fucked him. He went to work with a will, and soon his wife was squirming in her seat. Wet sounds came from above him, and he glanced up to see the two women kissing passionately. Ginny’s hands were on Marie’s ample breasts.

“I know that taste,” said Marie as they pulled apart. “You bad girl…you blew him, didn’t you?”

Ginny only smiled before kissing the other girl again.

“I know the perfect thing to go with that flavor!” Said Marie, and she slid a spoonful of caviar into Ginny’s mouth before taking a shot of vodka and pulling her into another kiss. When they broke apart panting, Ginny poured two more shots of vodka for them as Harry continued to pleasure her.

“Tell me everything!”

“Well, we were dancing, and I was getting turned on, and then he just reached up, grabbed Harry’s key and whispered ‘je sais ce que c’est’ and then he reached under my dress, shoved his hand into my panties, and started fingering me right there on the dance floor!”

Harry thought his cock might shatter its plastic prison.

“I couldn’t stand it! I dragged him to the bathroom. When we got into a stall, he pushed me up against the wall and finger fucked me until I came! Then he pushed me down to my knees and pulled out his cock. His cock was so nice! Not as big as Dudley’s, but pretty much perfect! He shoved it right into my mouth and started fucking my face. I gagged a little, but after the lesson from Eloise this morning, I did all right.”

Marie giggled.

“Eloise is the queen of the blow job,” she said, sagely. “What next?”

“He just fucked my mouth until he came. I managed to swallow all of it. I thought he might fuck me, but he just tucked his cock away and left! Fuck, that’s good, Harry!” She added, and started to cum.

When the two helped Harry out from under the table Ginny pulled him immediately into a deep kiss while Marie rubbed his thigh.

“Take me back to the hotel, husband,” she purred.

They each took one more shot of vodka and then pushed their way through the crowd to the door. The door attendant paged their car for them, and soon they were being whisked back into central Paris.

“Do you want to come up to our suite, Marie?” Asked Ginny.

“Of course, Mademoiselle,” purred the French girl. “I thought you’d never ask.”
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