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Cuckolding Weasley

Chapter 3

Angelina Weasley, formerly Johnson, was not a happy camper. She looked over to her husband with complete disdain. The poor sod was lying there in the magical equivalent of a hospital bed with casts on both arms and both legs. How did he end up in such a predicament? The answer annoyed the living hell out of her.

Apparently, her husband was out for a "guy's night out" when he and his idiot friends had gotten rip-roaring drunk and decided that a Quidditch match was in order. She didn't know how well they played in such a drunken state or anything like that, but she did know that there were quite a few young, sexy females watching the men play. Like most men, her dumb husband tried his best to show off his skills. Under normal circumstances, Angelina would be annoyed. After all, George was trying to draw the attention of women that weren't her.

His biggest mistake, however, was forgetting about his inebriated state. At some point, two Bludgers hit each arm at exactly the same time. Such an impact understandably sent him careening off of his broom. George fell from such a great height that upon impact with the hard ground, he snapped both legs in multiple places, severely damaged his spine, and shattered his collarbone. Because of the importance of fixing the spine and collarbone, George had to let his limbs heal the muggle way. He was already on too many potions, and adding Skele-Grow could end up hurting rather than helping.

Angelina was all for sticking by her man, even if he was acting like an idiot in front of Hogwarts-aged girls. Unfortunately, their marriage was already a bit strained. The joke shop wasn't doing as well as it once was, and their finances took a major hit because of it. Now they had to add a bill for nearly five hundred galleons to St. Mungos to the growing list of debts that they owed. Needless to say, things weren't looking too well for them.

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George Weasley was not a happy camper either. He was sitting in bed with his extremities locked away inside of hot, itchy casts while his arms and legs throbbed in pain. This was the thanks that he got for his spectacular play during the Quidditch match. He had no doubt that the boys were still talking about his heroics as he selflessly sacrificed his health for the good of the team. He had a feeling that the young hotties that were watching were still talking about it. He smirked at his daydream. George Weasley still had a way with the ladies … or so he thought.

Sure, Angelina was pissed off at him, but hey, nobody's perfect. She claimed that she was only mad because of the money situation, which even he would admit was getting slightly desperate. However, George suspected that she was mad for another reason. He suspected that she was angry because those younger girls were getting his attention when she desperately wanted it. In short, Angie was super horny for his bod! Understandable, he thought happily. What girl could resist him? Sadly for her, he had been unable to perform for the last few weeks and would likely need weeks, if not months more to recover from his battle wounds. He knew that she couldn't wait that long. But what could he do?

George smiled widely. What few people knew was that besides having a killer bod, he also had an incredibly sharp mind. It only took him about half an hour of concentration to come up with a plan. He remembered his brother Ron talking about a threesome that he had with Lavender and Harry when he had come over for dinner one night. He happily told him and Angie that he had put Harry to shame. Harry was too small and could barely even perform while in the presence of his patented "Weasley Willy".

That was exactly what he needed! With the help of the House-Elf that Harry had loaned him for the duration of his injuries, he called Harry over. He used his incredible brain powers to completely bamboozle Harry. Not only did he promise that he could have sex with Angie for the duration of his recovery, but Harry also agreed to pay for his medical bills!

Because of the agreement, Angie would get off his case and stop bitching at him constantly, and Harry would be paying him for it. He was a genius. Sure, he didn't exactly like the idea of Harry fucking Angie, but from what Ron had said, he would be doing a piss poor job of it anyway, he snickered. When he told Angie, she was surprised at first, and then incredibly happy. She even kissed him! Everything was working out just as he planned.

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Harry strolled into the room like he owned the joint. He tossed his expensive jacket aside and looked at Angelina, who was dressed in a super-sexy, silk nightie. He noticed that she was sitting cross-legged on the couch while George was in his bed that was facing the couch. He was smirking quite a bit.

"What's with the couch and bed?" Harry asked, kicking off his shoes and socks.

"George wants to watch," Angelina rolled her eyes. In truth, she was kind of excited about it. She had never performed in front of a crowd before. It was kind of kinky. Harry just shrugged his shoulders.

Angelina watched as he pulled his shirt off and exposed his delicious muscles. She bit her lip sexily while he unbuttoned his trousers. "Can I?" she asked, her voice coming out shuddered.

"Go ahead," he smiled.

George watched anticipating the disappointed look on his wife's face. He wanted to be there when she realized that no man would ever compare with him. After that, she'd never say a thing about him receiving female attention again. What he didn't know was that during their time at Hogwarts, she was a regular lover of Harry's and knew his body better than she knew her own.

He watched as she pulled his trousers and boxers down at the same time. What flopped out was enough to give him performance issues for years to come. Angelina squealed as the humongous slab of man-meat sprang forth and smacked her right in the face. She breathed heavily as his Beater Bat sized cock was draped over her face. 'Harry's cock was the size of his forearm for Merlin's sake!' George internally raged. He was going to kill that lying piece of shit brother of his. As he cursed Ron's name, Angelina began to enjoy herself.

Reaching out, she gripped his cock and noticed that her fingers couldn't even touch. She kissed the bottom of his head and looked up at him sexily from down on her knees.

"I'd forgotten how big it was," she said huskily, peppering his cock with kisses. Harry chuckled.

"Well, why don't you get reacquainted?" he teased, running his fingers through her hair and making the horny girl shudder. She didn't waste a second. Grabbing his cock with both hands, she jerked him off faster and faster while her beautiful, plump lips suckled upon the fat helmet. Both of their moans enraged the temporarily crippled George as he was forced to watch his wife worship a cock that was magnitudes larger than his own.

Suddenly, he watched as Harry's body began to vibrate before a clone stepped out from behind the original. Angelina noticed and squealed happily.

"Two cocks for the price of one! Thanks, George!" she squealed as Harry laughed. George gritted his teeth but refused to say anything.

One Harry laid back on the couch while the other Harry manhandled Angie into position. She was put on her knees between his legs, and immediately she went down to continue sucking on that huge cock. The other Harry held her by her hips and lifted her ass up. He smirked at George as he rubbed the head of his cock up and down her perversely dripping slit. He moaned from the sheer heat radiating off of her wet cunt.

"You're so hot and wet!" he groaned as he slipped the head in. Angelina shuddered as she bobbed her head and massaged the original Harry's balls. Harry number two began slowly pushing himself deeper and deeper into her. Angie let go of the cock with a wet slurp. Looking back wildly, she arched her back and squeaked.

"Careful! You're way bigger than my husband. I'm not used to such girth anymore," she gasped as his cock brushed against her g-spot before mashing into her cervix. Harry could feel her wetness dripping down his cock and coating his balls. Harry gave her ass a hard slap before picking up speed.

"You used to be a pro at taking my cock," Harry groaned as her pussy clenched on him. After a few moments, everyone in the room could hear how wet she was.

"Hear that, Georgie!" he said, teasing his injured friend. "Your wife loves your gift! Don't you, Angie?" he asked as he coated his fingertip in saliva and started penetrating her tight asshole with it.

Angie pulled the cock from her mouth and screamed, "YES!" just as her pussy clamped down on him. All George could do was lay there and watch as his wife came all over his cock while the brute reached out and ripped the silky nightie off of her curvy body.

Harry pulled his finger from her ass and used his wand to cover his cock in lube. Rubbing it in, he then lifted a still cumming Angie up and settled her on his cock. Angelina gasped uncontrollably as his fat cockhead began slipping into her tight hole. She choked out a whorish moan just as he reached halfway. The other Harry smirked and settled between her spread legs. Angelina felt as if she was in heaven when the other Harry placed her legs over his shoulders and stuffed his fat cock into her very wet pussy. Suddenly, both Harrys began moving, and she was soon screaming out in pleasure as she got double stuffed for the first time in her life.

After only a few seconds of penetration, Angelina was already on the verge of cumming once again. She grabbed the muscled biceps of the Harry fucking her pussy as squeaks and squeals left her mouth. Her g-spot was being ravaged while the other Harry was hitting the deepest parts of her ass. Her mouth was continuously open while a string of drool dripped down. They were pressing in so hard that her body was nearly folded in half. Her big tits were pressed against a hard, muscled chest while her nipples rubbed against his skin. Spasms rocked her sexy body as her toes began to curl. Angie could feel both her pussy and ass clenching tightly on the two cocks that were bringing her so much pleasure. A chuckling Harry pulled out of her pussy and gave her clit a nice, little slap. The action set her off for good. Angie arched her back and came so hard that she began squirting. The Harry that was still in her ass laughed as well and held her by the back of her thighs. His cock was still thrusting inside of her when he took aim and pointed her pussy right toward her husband.

George was nearly at his wit's end when Angelina began squirting. She had never done that for him. What was worse was the bastard, Harry, pointing her toward him. Now he was being splashed by her pussy juice as her tight, little cunt puckered uncontrollably. He didn't even have the use of his hands so that he could wipe away her ejaculate. He just laid there with beads of her cum rolling down his cheeks and lips. He was starting to think that the five hundred galleons weren't enough.

Angelina was flopping around in Harry's grip when he showed her mercy and pulled out of her ass. Dropping her onto the couch, both Harry's picked an end. One Harry stroked himself over her face while the other did so over her body. Both Harry's threw their heads back at the same time and began cumming. Angie's face was immediately caked in cum as more of his gooey seed squirted in her hair. The other Harry came all over her pussy, belly, and tits while Angelina still spasmed from her most recent orgasm. After finishing, the Harrys high-fived each other, and one disappeared. Tossing his clothes back on, he said, "Since we made a deal, I'll expect you at my place tonight. You'll be sleeping there. Fleur is excited to taste your lovely skin," Harry said happily, giving them no room to deny his command.

Angelina nodded her head rapidly as she tried to control her breathing. Harry bid them farewell and left through the Floo. Angelina finally got herself together and got to her feet.

"I need to shower," she said, looking down at her cum-covered body. She started walking to the bathroom but stopped when she saw her husband who was near a mental breakdown. Smiling, she said, "Thanks for the lovely gift, honey. It was a wonderful idea."

She leaned down and kissed him right on the lips. Unfortunately, her face was still covered in cum which obviously smeared on him. When she walked off, George came to that realization. Angelina heard a muffled scream of revulsion as she hopped into the shower. Washing off her gorgeous body, she thought, 'What's wrong with that idiot now?"