Watching His Wife Get Pregnant - Harry/Hermione, Draco/Astoria/Luna, & Dudley/Hermione

AN: Here's Part 26 of the Watching His Girlfriend Series! This chapter was commissioned by wnelson001! I hope you all enjoy it!

All characters are at least twenty years of age at the time of this story.

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There was nothing Harry enjoyed more than lounging in the hot sun, listening to the waves as they gently rolled onto the shore of their private beach, and watching as Hermione strutted around naked along the beach.

This honeymoon had been relaxing beyond belief. Time away from Hogwarts, life, and everything else had done a wonder of helping the two of them prepare for their future. In fact, they’d enjoyed it so much that they’d chosen to extend their honeymoon for a few more weeks. Coincidentally, Draco had written them a letter suggesting the exact same thing. Evidently, he and Astoria had taken quite a liking to having Luna around.

Harry spent his days swimming, reading, resting, and, of course, fucking his wife.

It felt so right calling her that. There was no one else in this world who he could possibly imagine being by his side for the rest of his life. His wife was the most perfect woman in existence.

The fact that they’d managed to get here in their relationship also helped to assuage a small, niggling fear that’d lingered in the back of Harry’s mind. As much as he knew that Hermione was more than satisfied with their relationship and him, he’d still always had a small worry that sharing her with other men would lead her to finding someone else she’d prefer over him. However, through every step that they’d taken together, Hermione had only shown him love and care. She never put anyone else above him. And now, she’d chosen to spend the rest of her life with him.

Even if he suggested that they close off their relationship entirely so that they were each other’s only partners, he knew that she’d agree in a heartbeat. That was what gave him the confidence to keep their current arrangement going.

Sharing his girlfriend around had been thrilling, but sharing his wife was taking matters to an entirely new level.

His mind ran rampant with his imagination. Soon enough, they’d own their own house together. Harry could only imagine the thrill of coming home from a long day at work, apparating directly into his living room, and hearing the sounds of his wife getting her brains fucked out by some hung stud that they’d invited over. They could play games where they don’t let the guy know that Harry’s actually into watching his wife getting fucked by other men. Maybe he could humiliate Harry too. He knew that Hermione would be game for that. The secret smiles they’d shared while it was taking place was all the assurance he’d need to know that this was still just a game.

Other times, he could imagining himself walking straight into the bedroom and spitroasting his wife with the man that was fucking her. Maybe they’d take turns cumming inside of her until she was a quivering mess, completely overwhelmed by pleasure.

All of it sounded simply amazing. There could be literally dozens of men lined up to fuck his wife in front of him.

As he fantasised, he watched Hermione dance to the beat of a song that was only playing within her mind. Her eyes were closed in bliss as she twisted and turned in the shallow pools that formed along the shoreline. Her hips swayed perfectly, and her breasts jiggled perfectly high upon her chest with each motion. It was more than enough to get him rock hard, and Hermione clearly took notice of it.

“Enjoying watching me?” She smirked as she neared him.

“Always,” Harry said sincerely.

“Hopefully you’ll enjoy this just as much,” she replied as she laid down between his thighs and pressed her pretty face against his shaft. She was smiling as she peppered his shaft with kisses. Even her beautiful brown eyes were smiling as she stared up at him.

Harry let out a satisfied groan as he laid his head back on the mound of pillows he’d conjured atop the large towel he’d strewn across the warm sand. Hermione always sucked him off better than anyone else could. Her tongue seemed to slither around his shaft perfectly, touching every little sensitive point he had just to get him ready to beg for more.

His hands found her messy brown hair. He grabbed two fistfuls of it as Hermione opened her mouth and enveloped his cock. The amount of suction she was able to maintain was intense from the start, and she kept working her way further down his shaft with ease. Her lips felt like pillows around his cock, and her tongue helped to lubricate him perfectly. She easily made her way past the halfway point of his cock and relaxed her throat so that she could take him all the way down. Entering into Hermione’s throat was always incredible. It was so hot and constricted around him perfectly.

Hermione went all the way down and planted a kiss on the base of his shaft before teasingly moving her way back up to the tip. Then, she started bobbing her head up and down in a smooth motion, letting Harry help to guide her pace as he moved her head in time with her.

“You’re so fucking good at this,” Harry told her as his cock throbbed in her mouth.

Hermione hummed around his cock in reply, and she redoubled her efforts as she moved faster and faster along his shaft.

Harry had to hold her back to get her to relax a bit. He didn’t want to cum right away; he wanted to savour these moments with Hermione. They only had one honeymoon together, and he didn’t want it to be a giant race to the end.

“Slow down,” he said softly.

She did exactly as he asked, only far too well. Her movements slowed to a crawl, and she looked up at him with a teasing look in her eyes.

Harry rolled his eyes and chuckled. “You know what I meant.”

Hermione went back up to the tip of his cock and gave it one last kiss before she pushed herself up off the towel. Her soft, sun-kissed skin danced across his as she climbed on top of him. Even the heat of the sun was unmatched by the warmth radiating out of her body. She gave him a kiss and then pulled back with a smile.

“I’m pregnant,” she whispered softly.

Harry’s heart nearly leapt out of his chest. “You’re pregnant?” He repeated in near disbelief. “How?”

“I think that part’s a bit obvious,” Hermione giggled.

Harry snorted and playfully swatted her arse. “You know what I meant.”

Without me being on the potion anymore, it was only a matter of time. I guess we just got lucky, or you’re a lot more potent than either of us expected. It’s still very early on, but my spell confirmed it this morning. Are you… are you happy about this? I mean, I know we talked about having children one day, but this is a bit sooner than expected and–”

Rather than let her ramble on forever, Harry showed her his feelings with a kiss.

Ever since he could remember, he’d dreamt of having a family. A real family, not what the Dursleys gave him. He had long since passed onto holding any grudges against them, but his desire hadn’t changed. He wanted a wife, children, and a wonderful home of their own. Hermione was the first step towards that. She was the perfect partner for him, and now they had a little one on the way.

“Are you kidding me? I’m the happiest man in the world.”

Hermione beamed at him and went in for another kiss.

They stayed like that for some time, just kissing in the sun. Hermione kept squirming around on top of him as though she was desperate to feel every inch of his skin. He felt her wetness seeping out of her pussy on his shaft.

When Hermione finally moved forward enough to get his cock to line up perfectly, the two of them let out a simultaneous sigh as she pushed down onto his cock. Her silky walls still felt as incredible around him as they did the first time they had sex.

Underneath the hot sun, they made love on the beach. As they began to sweat, their skin started to cling together.

Hermione wasn’t particularly riding his cock quickly. Her movements were slow, sensual, and divine. It was a moment of pure intimacy for the two of them, and Harry relished every second of it.

“I love you,” he murmured in between kisses.

Hermione’s reply came in the form of a sweet moan as her walls trembled around his cock. A moment later, she collapsed onto his chest, cumming around him. The sudden pulsing tightness set Harry off too, and he filled her up with his seed once again.

Neither of them moved in the minutes that followed. They stayed connected, basking in the glow of the knowledge that in a few short months, they’d finally be starting a family together.

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When it finally came time for their honeymoon to end, Harry and Hermione grasped onto the portkey that’d been provided to them and landed right in the back room of a small shop in Diagon Alley that specialised in setting up travel plans. The old woman who ran the shop, Celeste, quickly ushered them out of the room since a family would be arriving there in less than a couple of minutes.

After thanking her, the two of them stepped out into the busy Diagon Alley. The crowds were packed with Hogwarts students and their parents hurrying about to buy school supplies. Seeing all of it made Harry quite nostalgic. This was the first year that they wouldn’t be returning to Hogwarts, and the drastic change felt odd to say the least.

However, he knew that it was only a matter of time before his and Hermione’s children would be off to Hogwarts, and then he’d get to join in the absolute chaos once more.

“I wonder how worn out Luna will be,” Hermione joked as they strolled down the alley towards the apparation point. The beautiful red skirt she was wearing fluttered as a nice breeze ran through the alley. Still, Harry wished it was warmer like it was back on the beach. “Astoria certainly does have quite the appetite in the bedroom.”

“Do you remember how big Draco was when he’s fucked you in the past?” Harry pointed out. “Astoria’s not the only one we have to worry about here.”

“True,” Hermione smiled. “I bet Luna had a wonderful time.”

Harry chuckled. “I’m sure she did.”

Malfoy Manor’s gates opened themselves to Harry and Hermione when they apparated there. They walked up the long driveway to the front doors, and Harry used the door knocker to announce themselves.

There was no answer, so Harry tried knocking again. This time, the door swung open, but no one was there to greet them, not even a house-elf.

Frowning, Harry stepped through the threshold, and then his ears were immediately assaulted by the sweet sounds of Astoria’s moans.

“Silencing charm,” he murmured to himself as Hermione stepped in after her.

Despite the fact that they’d had plenty of group sex before and had seen Astoria, Draco, and Luna naked, Hermione still blushed at overhearing the lewd sounds. “Should we come back later?” She asked Harry.

“They knew what time we were coming over,” he shrugged. “If they’re still busy fucking, then that’s on them. We’ve got a schedule to keep.”

“You’re right,” Hermione replied.

Harry took her hand and guided her forward through the manor towards where the noises were coming from. They found the three of them in a parlour room, completely naked and covered in sweat.

Silk ropes hung from the ceiling, leaving Astoria suspended in mid-air, face down, with Draco thrusting madly into her tight pussy. Luna was crouched down beneath them with her tongue teasing Astoria’s clit and her chin getting smacked by Draco’s balls with each thrust he made.

None of them noticed Harry and Hermione until Harry finally cleared his throat. Draco barely glanced up and grunted in acknowledgement as he kept on fucking Astoria.

“Is it Saturday already?” Astoria whimpered. Her face was screwed up in pleasure, and she was panting like mad as Draco pounded into her.

Harry chuckled. “Have you been going at it all night?”

“Pretty much,” Draco grunted, gesturing with his chin over towards the empty stamina potions on the nearby table. His fingers were digging into Astoria’s hips so tightly that they were bound to leave marks, but Harry knew that Astoria would love seeing them.

“Sorry to ruin the fun, but we’re on a tight schedule,” Hermione told them. “The Dursleys are expecting us.”

“I still can’t believe that you put up with their shite,” Draco groaned. Suddenly, his hips bucked forward out of time with his previous thrusts, and then Astoria let out a sweet moan as Draco filled her up with a healthy load of cum.

“It’s fun to let them think that they’re so superior,” Hermione replied, and Harry nodded in agreement.

“Besides, watching them fuck Hermione right in front of me while they think that they’re disrespecting me is kind of funny, and very hot,” Harry added. “It's hard not to laugh sometimes, especially when Hermione and I lock eyes.”

“Still, when is enough enough?” Draco asked as he sucked in a deep breath. He smacked Astoria’s arse playfully and pulled his hips back. The second he did, Luna’s lips sealed around Astoria’s pussy, and she greedily drank down Draco’s cum as it spilt out of Astoria. “Dudley was enough of a twat during your stag do and wedding.”

“Whenever we decide it's enough,” Hermione answered for her and Harry.

Draco just shrugged in reply and helped Astoria down from her bonds. Her knees shook as she landed back down on her own two feet, but Draco wrapped an arm around her waist to stabilise her. Neither of them bothered to grab the robes that were strewn about atop one of the nearby sofas.

Luna, however, did grab her discarded clothes. There was a French maid uniform near a set of muggle jeans and a simple t-shirt. Luna forwent the former for the latter two pieces of clothes. Her hard nipples stood out against the white fabric. “Did you two have a fun trip? I missed you both a lot.”

“We missed you too,” Harry and Hermione nearly said in perfect unison.

“The trip was lovely,” Hermione continued. “We had so much incredible food and spent a lot of time at the beach.”

“I can see that,” Astoria said, noting Hermione’s sun-kissed skin. “I hope that you didn’t get any tan lines.”

“Not a single one,” Hermione laughed. “It would’ve been a waste wearing a swimsuit given how much time Harry and I spent fucking each other.”

“Good,” Astoria nodded approvingly. “I hope that you and Harry will get a chance to spend some time with us soon. And Luna’s always invited back too, of course.”

“We can try for something later this month,” Harry suggested. “We’ll work out the details via owl. I wish we could stay and chat more, but we really do need to get going.”

“Of course,” Astoria replied. She grabbed Luna’s face with both of her hands and gave her a deep, lingering kiss. “We’ll miss you.”

“I’ll miss both of you too,” Luna smiled. She repeated the same kiss with Draco before bounding over to join Harry and Hermione.

“We’ll see ourselves out,” Hermione chuckled. “It looks like you two aren’t quite done with each other yet.”

“Never,” Draco grinned as Astoria dropped to her knees in front of him and nuzzled his cock with her face.

Harry, Hermione, and Luna took their time walking back to the entrance to Malfoy Manor. Hermione eagerly regaled Luna with tales of their honeymoon, which Luna listened to with rapt attention. A small part of Harry regretted not inviting Luna with them, but the time away was meant for just him and Hermione. No matter how close Luna was to them, she wasn’t Harry or Hermione’s wife.

When they passed through the front gates, Hermione and Luna took Harry’s offered hands and were instantly whisked away as he apparated them back to an alley near Number 4 Privet Drive.

“I bet you two won’t make it past the front entrance before they’re trying to fuck you,” Harry joked.

“They might even be waiting in the driveway for us,” Luna wondered aloud.

“Just remember that my and Harry’s plan needs to get set into motion first before we can have any fun,” Hermione told Luna.

“Please make it quick,” Luna whined. “I haven’t cum in nearly an hour.”

Harry laughed. “There’ll be plenty of time for that soon.”

Neither Draco or Dudley were waiting for them in the driveway, but Dudley was peering through the front curtains when the three of them neared the house. He disappeared in a flash, and when they neared the front door, it was thrown open, revealing Dudley and Vernon standing there with eager expressions on their faces.

Dudley and Vernon literally yanked Hermione and Luna through the threshold into their house and started pawing at their clothes. Their erections were clearly visible through the trousers. They looked like men who’d been starved for weeks who found themselves in front of an endless buffet.

“Wait, wait!” Hermione laughed. “There’s something that I need to talk to the two of you about first.”

Dudley pouted. “Can’t it wait? You were gone longer than you were supposed to be.”

“That’s right,” Vernon nodded, trying to hide his outrage that Hermione and Luna had been kept from him longer than they’d promised. “We’ve been waiting long enough. It’s your turn now to—”

“I promise that it’ll be worth it,” Hermione insisted.

Dudley and Vernon looked ready to revolt, but Hermione had a certain charm about her that always managed to win them over. Reluctantly, Vernon nodded.

“Fine, but make it quick,” he said.

“Why don’t we go sit down in the living room,” Hermione suggested.

Harry trailed behind the four of them as they entered the living room. Petunia was already there, sitting down on the sofa with a cup of tea in her hands. She still had that familiar look of annoyance on her face upon merely seeing Harry, Hermione, and Luna.

“You’re back,” she remarked, rolling her eyes. “If you expect to continue living here, then you’d better be prepared to step up the amount of work you’ve been doing, and I don’t just mean what you’ve been doing on your knees.”

“Now, now, Pet,” Vernon said gently as he sat next to his wife. “We’ll figure out all of the arrangements soon enough.”

Dudley sat down on a chair and pulled Hermione onto his lap. He wrapped his arms around her waist possessively as she faced the rest of the room and gestured for Luna to sit down with Vernon.

“What did you need to tell us?” Dudley asked Hermione as his hands began to wander around her front. Harry stood just outside of the sitting room, utterly ignored by the Dursleys, and watched as Dudley started openly groping his wife’s breasts through her top.

“Well, Harry and I went to see a fertility specialist not long ago,” Hermione began. “And we learned that Harry isn’t able to have any children.”

The weight of those words felt like a bombshell had been dropped upon the Dursleys. Petunia’s eyes went wide in surprise while Vernon’s mouth hung open as he stared at Harry. Even Dudley stopped groping Hermione for a moment in shock.

Harry relished the looks they had. Hermione’s lie was so simple and yet fit this dynamic so well. The Dursleys always sought to put Harry down and prove how much manlier they were than him, and what better way to do that than to get his wife pregnant for him. Hermione was early enough into her pregnancy with his baby that it would be easy to make it seem like Dudley or Vernon had gotten her pregnant instead.

“So,” Hermione continued, looking between Dudley and Vernon. “I was hoping that one of you…”

“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?” Dudley asked in near disbelief.

Hermione’s nod was the sole confirmation he needed.

“Fucking right I’ll do it!” Dudley shouted as he suddenly hiked up Hermione’s skirt. As they’d planned, she didn’t have any panties on. Her pussy was laid bare for them all, and it was already wet from the show they’d just witnessed and the anticipation of this moment. “I’ll fuck you day and night until you’re pregnant with my child.”

Dudley unzipped his trousers in record speed and pulled out his hard cock. He wasted no time in lifting Hermione up and then sitting her right back down onto his cock, groaning as her heavenly pussy wrapped around his shaft. Hermione slammed herself down onto his cock, filling herself up in an instant.

“I’m going to pump you full of so much cum that there’s no way you won’t get pregnant this month,” Dudley groaned in her ear. He lifted up her top and revealed her bare breasts to the air as he squeezed them again. “Start riding me already, and you’ll see just how much I saved up for you.”

“You can’t leave me alone either,” Vernon told Luna.

“Okay,” she beamed happily as she started tearing off her clothes.

Petunia made a disgusted noise in the back of her throat and stood up from her seat. “Don’t leave a mess behind,” she warned them. “I expect this place to be perfectly clean when I return from the shops.”

“Understood,” Luna said as she unzipped Vernon’s trousers and sank down onto his cock too.

Petunia left her half-drank mug of tea in the kitchen and started for the front door. She paused as she neared Harry, shooting him a disappointed look.

“You’re truly pathetic,” she murmured to him. “You should be fighting for your wife, not letting her get fucked by someone else.”

“What am I supposed to do?” Harry asked in a pitiful way.

“If you have to ask that, then I suppose there’s no saving you,” Petunia said sadly as she brushed past him.

As the front door closed, Dudley turned his head towards Harry.

“Come watch the show, Potter,” he laughed. “Even if you can’t get your wife pregnant, you should be here to witness the moment that I do it. Just go sit down on the floor right there and watch her bounce on my cock. See how a real man can stretch her out and make her feel good.”

Harry’s head hung low as he followed his cousin’s order. On the inside though, he was thrilled at the chance to watch up close as his wife was fucked. It was so hard to actually see everything in motion when he was doing it himself.

As he sat down, he had to bite back a groan at the sight of Hermione’s lower lips being split wide open by Dudley’s thick cock. Granted, Dudley wasn’t as large as Harry was, but it was a relatively close approximation.

“I can’t believe how tight you always are,” Dudley groaned. “Bet Potter’s tiny cock can’t even experience just how incredible you feel.”

Hermione moaned happily as she continued to bounce on Dudley’s cock. She had the motion down to an art as she used muscles to help her move smoothly up and down. Harry knew from experience just how incredible Hermione’s arse must look right now as it slammed down on Dudley’s lap.

“How does it feel knowing that the baby you’re going to raise is actually your cousin’s?” Dudley grinned maliciously at Harry.

Harry kept his head down, not giving into Dudley’s taunts. It was exactly what Dudley wanted. He wanted to feel so superior that anything he did or said wouldn’t be pushed back on by Harry.

“I’ll be around to help raise them as a doting uncle,” Dudley chuckled. “I know it’ll be a boy, and I’ll help him grow into a proper man. Hermione will have to help make sure that you don’t turn them into a wuss like you, isn’t that right dear?”

“Yes,” Hermione moaned.

Dudley laughed even louder. “Even your own wife thinks that you're pathetic. God, it must suck to be you. At least you get to see your wife having fun with us though, right? I bet that makes you happy, and turns you on too. Go on, tell us. Does it turn you on to watch your wife getting fucked by me?”

“Yes,” Harry answered quietly.

“Fucking disgusting,” Dudley shook his head as he pinched Hermione’s nipples. He let out a groan as she tightened up around his cock and sank all the way down to the base. “I don’t know why she bothers to stay with you.”

Harry and Hermione’s gazes met for the briefest moment, and a sly look passed between them. She stayed with him because she loved him above all others.

Dudley grunted as his hands slid down to Hermione’s waist. Using all of that muscle he packed on over the past few years, he actually managed to lift her up and slam her back down onto his cock without Hermione helping at all.

“Fuck, it’s been too long,” Dudley complained. “I’m going to cum soon.”

“Do it,” Hermione whimpered.

“Only if you beg for it,” Dudley replied. “Beg me to give you a creampie and get you pregnant with my baby.”

“I’m sorry, Harry,” Hermione said. “But I have to. We want to have a family, remember?”

“Don’t apologise to him,” Dudley chastised her. “Just do it.”

Hermione let out a cry of pleasure as Dudley slammed her all the way down onto his cock again. “Please Dudley! Fill me up with your cum! Give me the biggest creampie of my life! I only want your baby, no one else’s!”

Dudley’s laughter continued until he finally came inside of Hermione’s pussy. Harry got the perfect close-up view to watch Dudley’s cock throb as he fired rope after rope of cum deep into his pregnant wife’s pussy.

“You’ll be thanking me later, Potter,” Dudley told him. “When this child doesn’t end up a pathetic excuse of a man like you. Now, go get started on supper. Hermione and I have more catching up to do, and she needs plenty more of my cum in her tight little pussy if she’s going to get pregnant this month.”