Harry took the stairs of his small, village home two at a time. After all, it wasn't every day a man turned 25. Ginny had been nowhere to be found when he had woken up, and so he had decided his wife was waiting for him somewhere, ready to give him his birthday present. Not even bothering to wear anything more than his pajamas pants, Harry walked into the front room of their home.

"Happy birthday to me," he mumbled under his breath at the sight waiting in front of him.

Ginny was using the Floo Network, her head in their fireplace. The green flames filled the space, hiding her pale skin and long redhair from view. Still, there was a better view waiting for Harry. His wife was on her hands and knees, the perfect position for a quick birthday fuck. They had done this before, Ginny talking to Luna in the fireplace, Harry out of sight behind her, taking her from behind. His cock twitched at the memory.

She was wearing a black skirt, which must have been for his birthday benefit since Ginny didn't usually wear skirts. She stuck to tight jeans and tighter leggings, showing off the fit physique that Qudditch gave her. Feeling his pajamas pants tightening, Harry wasted no time in kneeling behind his wife, reaching out for the hem of her skirt and lifting it up over her backside and onto her back. He licked his lips at the view. Ginny was wearing pale blue panties, the fabric straining against the curves of her bottom.

She stiffened as Harry peeled her underwear down to her knees, and Harry grinned as he realized she must be aware of what he was about to do. Staring down at his wife's pale ass, Harry fished out his cock, his heart thumping to pump the blood down to his groinHer bottom looked thicker in this position, curvier, her cheeks a little plumper. Was she gaining weight, Harry wondered to himself. He'd never ask her. Ginny Weasley was not the type of woman you asked that question to. Harry sure as hell didn't mind anyway. His wife growing a little juicer ass was the best birthday present he could receive.

Not wasting anymore time, Harry spread those plump, pale cheeks and slid his cock between them. Back in the day, the other boys had raved about tittyfucking. Harry knew better. There was no pleasure greater than sliding his cock between his wife's asscheeks. Manhandling her, Harry pushed Ginny's backside around his shaft, making it tight as he thrust along the cleavage of her ass. He chewed on his bottom lip, trying to maintain his composure at the sight of such a view. He wished he could see her face, see the way she tried to kept herself calm to whoever she was talking to.

"Time for my present," Harry whispered, grinning as he lowered his cock slightly. The tip of his shaft nudged against his wife's netherlips. They were soaked, slick with her juices, and when his hips thrust forward, she took him with ease.

Taking a hold of Ginny's hips, Harry began to work himself into a rhythm. With each deep stroke, he grunted, his balls making a lewd sound as they slapped against his wife's clit. She felt divine, somehow tighter than usual. He knew he wasn't going to last long. Instead he concentrated on enjoying every second, Ginny's ass bouncing in the most perfect way as his hips slapped against her behind, her cheeks jiggling. He hoped she was struggling to contain a moan.

Feeling his release coming, Harry let one of his hand slide along his wife's ass, slipping between her cheeks. His thumb toyed at her most forbidden hole and with just a meagre show of resistance, her ass opened to his assault, taking his thumb in time with his own thrusts. The sight was too much for him and Harry buried his cock deep inside Ginny's wetness, empyting himself inside her. He felt her own legs stiffen, her hips bucking, her body clenching around him as she orgasmed with him. Harry swallowed back a moan, wondering what had set her off: his thumb, the feel of his seed flooding her, or just the naughtiness of it all.

Pulling his cock out of her tightness, Harry leant down gave his wife's lower back a soft kiss before standing up. He hoped that was just the first of many birthday fucks today. Rearranging his pajamas pants with a grin, he walked into the kitchen, ready to make a start on a giant breakfast.

"Happy Birthday, hun," Ginny said to him from in front of the stove. Her pert, little bottom was squeezed into a pair of tight jeans. "Oh, Merlin, put a top on will you. We've got visitors."

Harry caught the shirt out of instinct, his mind frozen. He searched desperately for something that explained this, something besides the very obvious answer that was staring back at him. Ginny's eyebrows furrowed as she watched him pull on his shirt.

"Are you okay, Harry? You look like you've seen a ghost."

Harry nodded and collasped into a chair, his heart thundering even faster as he heard footsteps heading into the room. Please be a timeturner Ginny, he thought himself. Please be a Ginny from the future for a birthday threesome. He swallowed thickly as Hermione Granger walked into the room instead. His best friend was wearing a white blouse and a black skirt. Her hair was wild, bushier than it usually was, and her cheeks were red and panting, as if she had just ran a marathon.

"Thanks for letting me use your floo to talk to Mom," Hermione said, her voice throaty.

"No probl-" Ginny began, turning to look at Hermione. "Are you okay? You look a mess, no offence!"

Hermione laughed, putting a hand on the kitchen counter to steady herself. "Oh I just swallowed some ash and floo powder. No big deal."

"I do that all the time." Harry wasn't sure why he said that but regretted it instantly as Hermione looked at him.

"Oh hello, Harry," Hermione said. She was smirking, and Harry had never seen such a smirk on his best friend's face before. It made his cock twitch inside his pants. "Happy Birthday."