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Happy Hump Day!
Lana
In the days that followed their unconventional anniversary celebration, Hermione's confusion grew. If this experience was supposed to enhance her sex life with Ron, it epically failed. The thought of enduring Ron's efforts after the sex god that was Lucius Malfoy just wasn't that appealing. This was supposed to be an adventure, but it felt like the path they were on was taking her farther and farther away from Ron. Still, she wanted to do it again. She didn't want to sabotage her marriage, but she knew she had to be with Lucius again.
Inevitably, the topic of conversation came up again in the Weasley household when they discussed club membership options.
"Maybe we should do the one-month as a trial to see how often we want to do it," Hermione suggested.
"That sounds like a good idea," Ron agreed. "I can't believe we're actually doing this."
Hermione frowned at his strange tone. "Do you just want to keep it as a one-time experiment?" Her heart was pounding as she waited for his response. She prayed that he would want to continue.
"No, it's not that. It's just different in reality than fantasizing about it."
"I know what you mean," Hermione said, taking a sip of her tea.
After they placed orders for their monthly passes, Hermione wondered how to let Lucius know that she was coming to the club again. She knew it wasn't a good idea to write him at his personal address, and it was probably against club rules to make contact outside of the establishment, but she wasn't sure how else to communicate with him. Sitting down at her writing desk, Hermione penned him a letter.
Dear Mr. Malfoy,
Thank you for the most incredible night. I'd like to do it again very soon. I hope you'll let me know what day would work best for you.
Hermione Granger.
She waited nervously all afternoon and into the evening, but there was nothing from him. When five days went by without a response, Hermione felt hurt and rejected. She concluded that Lucius was sending a message that one night with a Muggle-born was enough. In a sullen mood, Hermione tucked her daughter to bed when she heard an owl tap at the window. Her heart nearly pounded out of her chest as she rushed to her bedroom and opened the envelope.
Dear Miss Granger,
Apologies for the delayed response. I enjoyed spending time with you as well. I have business event tomorrow night until nine. Perhaps if ten works for you, I'll see you at the club then.
Lucius
Hermione felt joy and relief upon reading the missive, and immediately went to inform Ron and make arrangements for tomorrow. The next day dragged on, despite her efforts to keep busy. She was so nervous, she couldn't eat and her palms kept breaking out in sweat at random intervals. Excitement and uncertainty was making her head spin. Even when Hermione was finally standing before the suite from their previous encounter and knocked, her nerves remained unsettled.
"Ah, Miss Granger, right on time. Looking lovely, as ever," Lucius Malfoy complimented her.
She thanked him and returned the compliment. This was starting to feel like a date, but it wasn't.
"I took the liberty of ordering a bottle of wine and a cheese plate. I hope you don't mind," he said.
Clearly, he wasn't expecting to get to the point, Hermione surmised. Lucius Malfoy should write an etiquette book for swinging; there was no awkwardness or uncertainty in his actions, while she was a jittery mess.
"Thank you. That's very thoughtful of you," she responded with genuine appreciation. He poured her a glass of wine, which Hermione eagerly accepted only because it gave her hands something to do.
"So what does Weasley think of you exploring this lifestyle with a Death Eater?" Lucius casually inquired.
His question took Hermione off guard. She cleared her throat before answering him, "Well, to be honest, I have not told him. Neither of us asked for nor revealed the identity of our lovers. Do you or your wife disclose that sort of information?"
He took a small sip of his wine, licking his lips seductively after. "No. I think blind policy is best. It's part of the club's advantages - it gives members a choice. Couples can do this together or separately, and have as much disclosure or anonymity as suits them."
Hermione was already feeling the buzz of the wine even though she's only imbibed a few sips. Liquid courage was perhaps what she needed in this moment, as she questioned him further.
"Forgive me if this is too personal," she ventured, "but how is sleeping with other people supposed to improve anyone's marriage? Can you give me at least some concrete examples?"
"It doesn't improve marriage, nor is it meant to," Lucius admitted in a nonchalant manner. "Couples disconnect. Some seek therapy or help for it from a professional, while others do it here. We either find distractions from our unhappiness or find ways to achieve it."
"During our last conversation, you mentioned how it all stays here, in the club. But what stops someone from developing feelings for their lover or lovers? What then?"
Lucius narrowed his argent eyes at her. "Then nothing. What do you do when you develop feelings for anyone? Either act on them, or don't. There are no guarantees in life; no safeguards. The exception is that here you go into any liaison with eyes open. No one is promising a great romance, just sexual fun. If something more develops, it's up to the individuals in question how to handle it."
"But how does one handle emotional attachment when there's no hope of a relationship outside the club?" Hermione pressed.
"My best advice is restrict everything to pleasure - no interaction beyond physical needs or premises of the club. It's the best advice I can give you. We can all take the best available precautions, but nothing is foolproof. Everything we do in life is a gamble," he confidently opined.
"I guess it's true."
His confidence and Hermione's pleasant state of light-headedness removed any lingering inhibitions.
Lucius gave her a lascivious once over. "Now, why don't you come and sit closer," he said.
She got up and crossed over to sit on his lap. Hermione leaned forward and kissed him. Their lips moved tenderly at first, but slowly she opened her mouth wider, inviting his tongue to enter. She loved his touch, longed for it this past week. His hands made her feel invigorated and young. Her hips began grinding into his lap, rocking on his growing erection. Without breaking the kiss, Lucius cupped her clothed breasts. His throbbing cock pressed against her with more force. He traced her shoulders, pulling the straps of her dress down, exposing her breasts. He languidly kissed his way down to them, alternating between licking and sucking on her nipples. Hermione moaned, caressing the back of his head.
"I want to try something," Hermione murmured, feeling an unexplainable connection to this dark wizard. She slid off his lap and knelt between his legs.
Anticipating where she was headed, he removed his shirt. Hermione unbuckled his belt and unzipped his trousers before pulling them down along his legs with his underwear.
Grasping his shaft with her hand, she looked up at him. "Has anyone ever told you that you have the most marvelous cock?" She emphasized her point by kissing the head, then licking all around the glans, sucking gently.
"Yes..." he hissed in pleasure, encouraging her to continue.
She slithered her tongue along the tiny slit. Lucius's entire body shuddered and he groaned loudly. His hands traveled down to the side of her head, stroking lightly at her hair.
Hermione continued to tease his cock with her lips and tongue, stopping long enough to say, "Would you like to come in my mouth?"
"I think, Miss Granger, I want to fuck you first."
She swirled her tongue around the plump head, determined to push his buttons until he was crazy with lust.
"Bed. Now," he moaned out.
Hermione stood up and took off her dress, then went to lay down on the bed, spreading her legs wide. Lucius stood over her and ran a finger along her wet slit, finding her opening.
"You have such a sweet pussy," he said, kneeling before her to kiss her inner thighs.
He lapped along her pink folds before burying his tongue deep inside her, then making his way up to her engorged clit. He switching between flicks and sucks, he pleasured Hermione until her cries echoed all around the room and arched her hips into his face. Just when she neared the magic line of her orgasm, Lucius released her clit and crawled on to top of her.
He kneeled between her legs and rubbed the head of his cock along her clit until she begged him, "Please, Mr. Malfoy, please!"
She needed his cock inside her and had no qualms about admitting it. Lucius didn't make her wait long. He lifted her legs, placing them on his shoulders, then entered her fully in one stroke. Hermione struggled to catch her breath. She felt his cock swell and pulse inside her. All she could do was moan beneath him.
"You took it all... such a good girl," he said with pride and started slowly thrusting into her, rubbing his cock firmly along the front wall of her pussy.
Hermione wanted to kiss him, but he had her lower body lifted off the mattress, forcing her shoulders into the bed, rendering her incapable of reaching up to him.
"You are very tight. I love the way your pussy hugs my cock," Lucius told her as he plunged into her. "Do you like it when I fuck you like this?"
"Oh, yes! I love it! I feel so full," she panted, her arousal building anew. "I want to come."
In response, he pulled all the way out, then slammed back in, over and over.
"Oh fuck, please, don't stop," she pleaded with him, encouraging him to maintain his pace. She reached her hands above her head to brace herself against the headboard, as each pounding plunge shoved her farther up the bed. Her orgasm was nearly upon her.
Lucius slammed into her even harder. "Tell me your pussy belongs to me. Tell me I'm better than him."
His words pushed her over the edge. "Yes, I'm yours! You're the best, Malfoy, the best ever!" Hermione cried at the top of her lungs.
Her emotional release was as profound as the physical one. Hermione didn't know why, but as she lay under him, she started to tear up.
"Keep fucking me. Fill me with your seed. I want every fucking drop," she moaned out, wiping at her eyes.
She felt spasm after spasm shoot through her, as Lucius continued to fuck her. he stilled as he spilled inside her, then collapsed on top of her. They lay together again, chests heaving. His mouth was within her reach once more, and Hermione kissed him, her pussy contracting around him at the contact.
"You are the best lover I ever had. I don't think I've ever come so hard," she told him when they ended their long kiss.
"I want to fuck you again," he said.
Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling his mouth to hers. "Nice and slow this time. I want to savor every movement of your beautiful cock."
Her legs snaked around his hips, as he stroked himself inside her, and she met him thrust for thrust. She loved the feeling of his cock sliding in and out. After a few minutes, he slapped into her with more fervor, and Hermione knew he was approaching another orgasm.
"Yes, come for me! Come in me!" she urged him. He stilled inside her for the second time, then winced and pulled out of her.
"You milked my cock dry, Miss Granger. I can barely keep my eyes open."
She huddled close to him, and they both drifted off to sleep. When Hermione woke up again, it was still dark out and she wasn't sure how much time had passed. As much as she wanted to stay the night, she knew it was time to go home. Lucius was still asleep as she threw her clothes back on. Hermione kissed him on the cheek before walking out the door to find Ron in the lounge.
Her husband was a little sullen when she arrived. She smiled and gave him an affectionate hug. As his arms wrapped around her waist, Hermione shuddered with revulsion, resisting the urge to pull away.
It was only her second night with Lucius, but she felt herself respond to the wizard in the way that went beyond lust and desire. And with that realization, the nature of her crumbling marriage hit her with full force.
Oh, Ron, what have we done?
Coming soon: Club rules are broken as Hermione struggles with her new feelings.
