Unexpected Events

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She struggled against the old school ties that bound her wrists and ankles, holding her to the bed. The blindfold that had been over her eyes had just been removed by someone - someone that she faintly heard murmur a charm from the far side of the room.

The bedroom she shared with her husband was dark, save for a few candles around the bed. She couldn’t see into the shadows where she knew her husband had to be standing.

“Charlie?” she called out quietly, her voice a bit husky, knowing this had to be some sort of game he was playing. She had never allowed him to tie her to the bed naked before, but a few weeks ago they had been discussing fantasies, and she had confessed this one to him. Just knowing he was planning on acting it out had her squirming in anticipation on the bed. “Charlie, where are you?” she called, a bit louder this time.

“So, you’ve found out about Charlie and me, have you?” a voice shot back.

That wasn’t the voice of her husband. “Harry?” she squeaked, recognizing the voice immediately. She blushed fiercely, mortified that one of her best friends was seeing her laid out on the bed like a wanton hussy, not a scrap of clothing on her body, her legs spread wide, her already glistening cunt showing for all the world to see.

“Is it true?” Harry demanded to know, impatience ringing clearly in his voice.

She thought back to the question she had been asked, and for once she didn’t know how to respond. During the discussion she and Charlie had over their fantasies and desires, Charlie had confessed to having a relationship during the war with the boy who had saved the wizarding world. Charlie had described it as two people giving each other comfort during the dark days, days when it was nice to have a warm body to hold on to. She hadn’t been able to see it back then, but the more Charlie talked, the more she thought back and connected the dots. What had surprised her most wasn’t the actual confession, it was how erotic it had sounded and how turned on her body became the more recollections Charlie shared with her.

“Harry, I-“ she started to say but her voice faltered. Merlin, what was she supposed to say to that? Even thinking about it now was making her body break out in a sweat. She tugged fruitlessly against the ties once again and heard Harry chuckle.

“Did he tell you how he loved the feel of my cock in his hand, wet with come? Did he tell you how he licked my come from his hand as if it were a fine wine? Did he tell you how he loved to go down on his knees and suck my cock as he wanked himself? Did your husband tell you all that?”

She hadn’t thought Harry was capable of saying such wicked things, and finding out that he was excited her even more. She tried to rub her legs together, to give herself some much-needed friction on her clit as she thought about what he said, but the ties just wouldn’t give.

“Did he tell you how he used to bend over and spread his arsecheeks, just waiting for me to fuck him?”

She couldn’t help herself. She moaned, imagining all the things that Harry and Charlie used to do.

“I can see your cunt is wet from here. I can smell you, you’re like a dirty little whore getting turned on by thinking of us, aren’t you?” he alleged.

“Yes,” she said softly, her voice quivering from the intensity of her feelings.

Harry finally stepped into the light the candlelight dancing over his naked form, holding his hard cock in his hand, stroking it slowly. She saw the desire in those green eyes as they feasted on her body, looking her up and down.

“He told me how much it turned you on, thinking of us in some dark corner, shagging like rabbits. He told me how aroused you became, how the desire clouded over your eyes, how you rubbed your legs together in a nonchalant way to try and get some friction on your clit. He told me how he bent you over, fucking you as hard as he could as he pulled on your nipples. He told me how you screamed his name when you came and then sucked your come off his cock.”

”I told him how insatiable you were that night, fucking yourself with your own fingers and licking the come from them after you thought I had gone to sleep,” Charlie said as he stepped from the shadows.

She couldn’t even manage to blush now; the desire was setting into her so deeply. She watched through heavy eyes as her naked husband walked over behind Harry and pushed his muscular body up against the other man. She watched as Charlie grasped Harry’s cock in his hand, stroking it.

“Do you know when he told me all of this?” Harry hissed, the pleasure he was getting from Charlie evident in his voice. “Charlie told you he got tied up at work on Monday, but what he didn’t tell you is that I was there with him. While I was fucking him senseless, he was telling me all about how slick your cunt got when he told you about us. Hearing how hard you came that night fueled us, gave us energy; it turned us on even more.”

She knew she should be hurt and angry over Harry’s admission that Charlie had technically been cheating on her, but she couldn’t help being turned on even more. She delighted in the pleasure of knowing they had talked about her while they were fucking.

“Please,” she gasped, pleading with her husband and her best friend to let her free.

“Not so fast,” Harry said as he stepped away from Charlie and sat down on the edge of bed, right next to her leg. He ran his fingertips up her calf, over her knee and up to her thigh, feeling her tremble at his touch before glancing at Charlie.

Charlie grinned seductively at her before pushing Harry back to lay flat across the end of the bed. She was straining against her bonds, her gaze fixed upon Harry’s hard cock. Without a moment’s hesitation, Charlie bent down, grasping Harry’s cock in his hand and brought his mouth to it.

She nearly felt herself explode right then as she watched her husband’s mouth close over her best friend. She could see how much Charlie was enjoying it. Harry grasped Charlie’s red hair in his hands and used it to guide the other man’s mouth on him.

“He’s a good little cocksucker, isn’t he?” Harry managed to say. “You like watching him suck my cock, don’t you? I can smell you getting wet from here. You’re such a little whore, enjoying this as much as you do. I bet he eats your pussy as good as he sucks my cock, doesn’t he?”

She whimpered as she watched her husband work faster and faster, ignoring the twinge she felt in her neck from holding her head up to watch. Harry was right; she was a little whore. She couldn’t remember the last time she had been this wet.

Abruptly, Harry pushed Charlie away from him and stood up. Charlie took that as his cue and took Harry’s former position on the bed, only now Charlie was on his hands and knees.

Harry ran his hands down over Charlie’s tattooed back and then brought his hand down sharply on the upturned arsecheek. She heard the whimper that escaped her husband’s lips and saw the handprint already starting to form. Harry got to his knees on the bed behind Charlie and bent down, his tongue laving over the welt he had created. With a grin on his face, he said, “You want to watch me fuck him, don’t you? You want to see me stuff my cock in his arse and make him cry out, don’t you?”

She writhed on the bed in response, needing to feel some sort of pressure on her body. She couldn’t take it anymore.

Harry reached into the cedar chest that was sitting at the end of the bed and picked up a jar of lube. Rubbing the lubricant onto his own cock, he then reached back for more and let it slide over Charlie’s arsehole. She watched as Harry worked it into his arse with one finger, then two and three. She watched as Charlie pushed back onto Harry’s fingers, as if pleading for more pressure.

Harry lined his cock up with Charlie and just before he slid in, he winked at her. Charlie groaned as Harry plunged in completely and stayed still, letting him acclimate himself to the pressure. When Charlie was ready, he pushed back onto Harry, begging him to start moving.

It was so much better than she had ever imagined. The intensity in Harry’s eyes, the way Charlie groaned when Harry hit just the right spot. “Merlin,” she gasped. Before she realized what she was saying, she was barking orders. “Fuck him harder, Harry. Go faster. Rub your hand up and down your cock, Charlie. I want you to come while he’s inside of you. I want to see your arse clench as you spill into your hand. I want to lick the come from your hand.”

“You are a little whore, aren’t you?” Charlie said in gasps. “You like watching him fuck me. Do you know how much it turns me on to finally have you watching us together? How long I’ve dreamt about this? How long I’ve imagined having you and Harry together in my bed, both of you fucking me?” As Charlie vocalized what he had been feeling for so long, he felt himself tense as his release spurted out over his hand.

She could see Harry was holding back, obviously not done showing her how erotic sharing her husband with him could be.

“Please,” she begged yet again. “I need-“

“We know what you need,” Harry murmured as he backed off the bed and walked into the darkness of the room. From the corner of the room, she heard him rustling around and then heard the charm he muttered, loosening her bonds enough so she could get free.

Her hand immediately drifted down to her slick cunt, the evidence of her arousal already soaking into the bed sheet. Just as she brushed over her clit, Charlie slid up her body, and grasped her hand in his, kissing her palm lightly.

“Not yet,” he whispered, chuckling at the groan of frustration that passed over his wife’s lips. He lowered his head and kissed her, devouring her in that animalistic way that only he could. His kisses trailed over her jaw and up to her ear. “Are you having fun?” Her only response was to arch her body up into his, feeling his cock begin to swell again. “I thought at first you might be mad at me, but I can see how much we’ve turned you on.”

She arched her eyebrow at him. “I may still end up mad once I get to thinking about it. We’ve been married for two years and you’ve only just told me about this secret of yours. You should have told me sooner,” she pointed out. “We could have been enjoying this a long time ago.”

Charlie pulled back and looked into her eyes, seeing the desire and lust still pooled there. They shared a smile that turned more seductive as they felt Harry slip back on the bed behind Charlie.

Harry pulled Charlie down so that his face was level with her slick channel. Charlie looked into her eyes, cupping her arse in his hands even as he felt Harry’s cock prodding back into his arse.

Charlie swiped his tongue over her clit, feeling her tremble in his hands. His face was already covered with her wetness as he dove in, feasting on her, sucking and nibbling her clit. She arched up into him as he felt Harry begin stroking in his arse.

She could barely keep her eyes open as her husband feasted on her cunt, working two fingers into her tight channel. She could see Harry was biting his lip in determination as he thrust in and out of Charlie. She could feel the power of his thrusts by the way Charlie’s face pressed deeper into her cunt. She knew it wasn’t going to take long to come, the excitement of the evening having brought her close to the edge already.

She couldn’t stop herself when Charlie’s lips closed around her clit and he let out an approving hum at what Harry was doing to him. The sensation of the hum against her clit was all it took, and she felt herself explode, locking eyes with Harry as he thrust twice more before shattering himself.

What felt like only a few seconds later, she found herself nestled in between the two men, Charlie’s mouth delicately sucking on her nipple while Harry’s finger ran through the damp curls still shining with her own release.

As the candles burned lower and the light in the room began to go out, Charlie and Harry both swore they heard her say, “Next time, I’m in charge.”