Scenario: Daphne Potter, at thirty-four, was a vision of sun-kissed beauty. Her long, blonde hair cascaded down her back, framing a face blessed with striking blue eyes and full, pouty lips that always seemed to hint at a secret. An hourglass figure, accentuated by ample breasts and a firm, rounded ass, completed the picture of a woman who knew her power and wielded it with effortless grace. Today, that power was on full display as she lounged by her private pool, clad in a barely-there black bikini that left little to the imagination. The sun beat down, warming her skin as she savored the solitude. James and Cathy were off at school, Harry was at the Ministry, and the house was hers alone for a few precious hours. She closed her eyes, letting the warmth seep into her bones, chasing away the lingering stress of her busy life. A knock at the gate shattered the tranquility. Daphne frowned, annoyed at the interruption. Who could be calling at this hour? Sighing, she rose from her lounger, wrapping a silk sarong around her waist as she padded towards the entrance. "Who is it?" she called out, her voice carrying a hint of impatience. "It's Evan, Mrs. Potter," came the reply. "Cathy's boyfriend? I think I left my watch here last time." Daphne's eyebrows rose. Evan Jacobs. A nice enough boy, she supposed, but barely out of his teens. Still, he seemed to make Cathy happy, and that was all that mattered. She opened the gate, her eyes widening slightly as she took in the sight of him. Evan was taller than she remembered, his shoulders broader, his jawline sharper. He was no longer the awkward boy who had first come to their house; he was a young man, and a rather attractive one at that. "Evan, hello," she said, her voice regaining its usual warmth. "Come in. I think I remember seeing a watch near the sitting room. I'll go check." As she turned to lead him inside, she couldn't help but notice his gaze linger on her exposed back. A faint blush rose on her cheeks, and she tightened the sarong around her waist. "Thanks, Mrs. Potter," Evan said, his voice a little husky. "I really appreciate it." She led him through the house, the air thick with unspoken awareness. As she rummaged through the sitting room, Evan's eyes followed her every move, taking in the sway of her hips, the curve of her breasts beneath the thin fabric of her sarong. He imagined running his hands over her smooth skin, feeling the warmth of her body against his. Daphne found the watch on a side table. "Here it is," she said, turning to hand it to him. Evan's eyes flicked from the watch to her face, and a slow smile spread across his lips. "Thanks," he said again, his voice barely a whisper. He took a step closer, his gaze dropping to her chest. Daphne felt a jolt of awareness, a primal instinct warning her of the danger she was in. "Were you... were you at the pool?" Evan asked, his eyes darting around nervously. "Yes," Daphne replied, her voice a little breathless. "It's the only way to beat this heat." "Yeah, I was thinking of doing the same," he mumbled, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. "Maybe I'll just head home and..." "Why don't you just use our pool?" Daphne blurted out, the words tumbling from her lips before she could stop them. "It's huge, and I'm sure there's room for both of us." Evan's eyes widened, his gaze locking with hers. "Are you serious?" he asked, his voice laced with disbelief. "Of course," Daphne said, trying to sound casual. "It's just a pool." A slow smile spread across Evan's face. "In that case," he said, "I'd love to." They walked back to the pool in silence, the air crackling with unspoken tension. Daphne felt a strange mix of excitement and apprehension. What was she doing? This was Cathy's boyfriend, for God's sake. But there was something about Evan's gaze, something about the way he looked at her, that she couldn't resist. Evan stripped off his shirt, revealing a toned, muscular chest. Daphne's breath caught in her throat as she took in the sight of him. He was even more attractive than she had realized. He turned to her, his eyes filled with a mixture of desire and uncertainty. "So," he said, "should we get in?" Daphne nodded, untying her sarong and letting it fall to the ground. She walked to the edge of the pool and dove in, the cool water washing over her hot skin. Evan followed her, his eyes never leaving her body. They splashed around for a while, laughing and joking, but the tension between them was palpable. Daphne could feel Evan's gaze on her, burning into her skin. He swam closer, his hand brushing against hers. Daphne gasped, a shiver running down her spine. "Daphne," Evan said, his voice low and husky. She turned to him, her eyes wide with a mixture of fear and desire. "What?" she whispered. He reached out and took her hand, pulling her closer until their bodies were touching. "I can't help it," he said, his voice trembling. "I've wanted you for so long." Daphne knew she should stop him, that this was wrong on so many levels. But she couldn't. The desire that had been simmering beneath the surface for so long finally erupted, consuming her. "Evan," she moaned, her voice barely audible. He pulled her against the wall of the pool, his body pressing against hers. Daphne gasped, her breasts crushed against his chest. "What are you doing?" she whispered, her voice filled with a mixture of fear and excitement. Evan didn't answer. He lowered his head and kissed her, his lips hot and demanding against hers. Daphne's eyes fluttered closed, and she kissed him back, her tongue dancing with his. The kiss deepened, becoming more passionate, more desperate. Evan's hands roamed over her body, cupping her breasts, squeezing her ass. Daphne moaned, arching her back to give him better access. He broke the kiss, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "You're so beautiful," he whispered, his eyes filled with lust. He reached behind her and unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the bottom of the pool. Daphne gasped, her breasts exposed to his hungry gaze. Evan lowered his head and began to suck on her nipples, his tongue flicking and swirling. Daphne moaned, grabbing his head and pulling him closer. "Sooo good," she moaned, her voice filled with pleasure. Evan continued to suck on her nipples, his hands exploring the rest of her body. He reached down and slipped his hand beneath her bikini bottoms, his fingers brushing against her wetness. Daphne gasped, her body arching against his. "Evan," she moaned, her voice trembling. He slid her bikini bottoms down her legs, letting them float away in the water. Daphne was now completely naked, her body exposed to Evan's hungry gaze. He stepped back, his eyes raking over her body, taking in every curve, every detail. "You're perfect," he whispered, his voice filled with awe. He reached down and pulled out his cock, his eyes never leaving her face. Daphne gasped, her eyes widening as she took in the sight of his hard, throbbing member. "What do you want me to say?" he asked, his voice low and husky. Daphne's mind was racing. This was crazy, insane. But she couldn't stop herself. The desire was too strong, too overwhelming. "Fuck me," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Fuck me hard." Evan grinned, his eyes filled with lust. He grabbed her by the hips and pulled her against him, his cock pressing against her wetness. "That's what I wanted to hear," he said, his voice filled with triumph. He lifted her up and wrapped her legs around his waist, then plunged his cock deep inside her. Daphne screamed, her body arching against his. "Ahhhh..." she moaned, her voice filled with pleasure. Evan began to thrust, his cock pounding into her with each stroke. Daphne wrapped her arms around his neck and held on tight, her body rippling with each thrust. "Who's fucking you so good?" Evan growled, his voice filled with dominance. Daphne moaned, her head lolling back against the wall of the pool. "You are," she whispered, her voice filled with wanton desire. "And whose whore are you?" he asked, his voice even deeper, even more demanding. "I'm your whore," Daphne moaned, her voice filled with submission. "Has anyone ever fucked you this good before?" Evan asked, his voice filled with pride. "No," Daphne gasped, her body trembling with pleasure. "Never." "Am I better than your husband?" he asked, his voice filled with arrogance. "Yes," Daphne moaned, her voice filled with ecstasy. "You're so much better." Evan thrust harder, faster, driving her closer and closer to the edge. Daphne screamed, her body convulsing with pleasure. "I'm going to cum," Evan groaned, his voice filled with urgency. "Inside me," Daphne moaned, her voice filled with desperation. "Cum inside me." Evan unleashed his seed, his cock erupting inside her with a powerful surge. Daphne screamed, her body arching against his as she reached the peak of her pleasure. He turned her around, her back against the cool tile of the pool wall. Her breasts danced as he repositioned her. He spread her cheeks, revealing her wet, throbbing asshole. "We're not done yet," he whispered against her ear. "I'm going to fuck that pretty little ass of yours too." Daphne whimpered, but her eyes glowed with anticipation. She loved the way he took control, the way he pushed her boundaries. Evan plunged into her ass, stretching her tight muscles. Daphne cried out, a mix of pain and pleasure. "Easy, baby," he murmured, kissing her neck. "Just relax and let me do the work." He started slowly, easing his way deeper with each thrust. Daphne's body began to relax, and she started to enjoy the sensation of his cock filling her from behind. "Oh, God, Evan," she moaned. "That feels so good." Evan picked up the pace, his hips pumping against her ass. Daphne's moans grew louder, more insistent. "You like that, don't you?" he growled. "You like my cock in your ass." "Yes," Daphne cried out. "I love it." Evan continued to fuck her ass, driving her wild with pleasure. Daphne's body was shaking, her senses overloaded. "I'm going to cum again," Evan gasped. "Do it," Daphne urged. "Cum in my ass." Evan unleashed his seed, his cock erupting inside her with another powerful surge. Daphne screamed, her body convulsing with pleasure. They stayed like that for a long time, their bodies intertwined, their breath coming in ragged gasps. Finally, Evan pulled out of her, and they collapsed against the wall of the pool, exhausted but satisfied. Daphne looked at Evan, her eyes filled with a mixture of guilt and desire. What had she done? She had betrayed her husband, her children. She had crossed a line that could never be uncrossed. But as she looked into Evan's eyes, she knew that she wouldn't trade the experience for anything. She had never felt so alive, so desired, so free. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice barely audible. Evan smiled, his eyes filled with tenderness. "Any time," he said. They climbed out of the pool, their bodies dripping with water. As they walked back to the house, Daphne knew that her life would never be the same again. She had tasted forbidden fruit, and she knew that she would never be able to resist its allure. "I should get going," Evan said, as they reached the gate. "Cathy will be expecting me." Daphne nodded, her heart sinking. "Yes," she said. "Of course." Evan leaned in and kissed her, his lips lingering on hers for a moment. "I'll see you soon," he whispered. Daphne watched as he walked away, her body still tingling from their encounter. She turned and walked back to the house, her mind reeling. What had she done? And what was she going to do now? As she walked into the house, she saw her reflection in the mirror. She hardly recognized the woman staring back at her. Her eyes were bright, her cheeks flushed, her lips swollen. She looked like a woman who had just been thoroughly fucked. And she had. She smiled, a wicked glint in her eyes. She was Daphne Potter, wife of Harry Potter, mother of James and Cathy Potter. And she was also Evan's whore. And she liked it. The sun beat down on the empty pool, the water shimmering and reflecting the light. The only sign of what had transpired was a pair of black bikini bottoms floating gently on the surface, a silent testament to a moment of forbidden passion. Evan and Daphne are alone and Evan is boyfriend of Cathy (who is daughter of Daphne) , Daphne is Evans Girlfriend's mother.