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Watching His Wife Celebrate Her Pregnancy - Harry/Luna & Hermione/Dudley/Dudley's Gang & Vernon/Luna
🕑 Added 2025-03-27 15:59:01 +0000 UTCAN: Here is Part 28 of the Watching His Girlfriend series! This chapter was commissioned by wnelson001! I hope you all enjoy it!
All characters are above 18!
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Honestly, Harry had never imagined the type of happiness he could find in the moments of having a quiet house without Hermione around. She was the love of his life, and every second that he was apart from her hurt, but it also made his heart grow fonder for her.
Had she been around all the time, he wouldn’t be able to surprise her with things. Speaking of which, he truly hoped that she enjoyed the home office he’d renovated for her in one of the upstairs closets. A few carefully placed enchantments allowed the interior of the room to expand without causing havoc with any of the appliances inside of the house. It even had a backup, automatic apparation trigger if any one of the enchantments were to fall, causing the room to suddenly collapse back down to its normal size.
An artificial window revealing the gorgeous meadow they’d been married in dominated the far wall. A cosy chaise sat next to it, giving Hermione a place to stretch out and relax if she ever needed a break. Her grand mahogany desk had half-a-dozen magically-expanded drawers for everything that she could possibly need to store, and Harry had made sure to stock up on extra parchment, quills, and ink for her.
Luna had even added her own touches too by insisting that they put plenty of potted plants inside to make the vision of the meadow through the window feel more real. A fuzzy rug on the floor completed the room, and Luna was quick to note that it’d help her own comfort out too whenever she was down on her knees in between Hermione’s thighs while she was working.
Satisfied, Harry closed up the closet and placed a lock upon it so that no one could enter until he allowed it. Then, he headed downstairs to get started on supper.
Luna followed closely behind him and popped her head into the floo. “Hermione Granger’s office,” she called out as the flames whooshed around her.
Several moments later, as Harry was beginning to chop up some onions for the pasta he was preparing, the floo finally connected.
“Luna, hi,” Hermione’s face smiled in the flames. “I’m a little bit—oh, fuck!”
The sound of Kingsley fucking her roughly carried through the floo and into the room. Harry smiled to himself, knowing that his wife was being taken care of even when he wasn’t around. It was always a special treat when he got to pop into the Ministry to deliver Hermione some lunch only to find her getting fucked by Kingsley. He’d watch for several minutes before returning home and shagging Luna’s brains out.
“Looks like you’re having fun,” Luna giggled. “Hi, Kingsley!”
“He says hi back,” Hermione panted heavily. From the way the logs in the fireplace kept shifting around, Harry knew that Hermione’s head had to be bouncing back and forth wildly. “What, uh, what did you want?”
“Just to remind you about Dudley’s special plan tonight,” Luna answered. “We’re celebrating your pregnancy!”
“Oh, right,” Hermione laughed. “I’d nearly forgotten. Don’t worry, I’ll be home on time.”
“Tell Kingsley that,” Luna insisted. “You nearly missed our supper date with Draco and Astoria last week when he kept you past your normal working hours.”
“He says he’s sorry,” Hermione moaned loudly. “Very sorry.”
“Good,” Luna nodded. “I’ll let you go now then. Be sure not to be late.”
“I won’t. I promise,” Hermione added.
The last thing that Harry heard before the floo call cut was the sound of Hermione crying out in pleasure.
Luna popped into the kitchen then with a pleasant smile on her lips. She brushed her messy blond hair behind her shoulders and watched happily as Harry moved on to dicing up some fresh tomatoes.
“I’m glad that Kingsley is taking such good care of her,” Luna said. “Daddy always worried that I’d end up working for a brutal man who just wanted to fuck me instead of mentoring me how to do a good job at whatever profession I chose.”
“He’s a good man,” Harry said in agreement. “But I can’t help but wonder how frustrated he’ll be after Hermione gives birth. Even with magic’s help to get her body to recover faster, I doubt she’ll be back in the office for quite some time.”
“I could always stop by and help him out,” Luna suggested eagerly.
“That might work,” Harry chuckled. “But you don’t want to overtax yourself. Dudley and Vernon will be needing you more as well.”
“I’ll make it work,” Luna assured him. “All of Hermione’s potions she keeps for our baths after we get fucked will keep me going strong. If I can jump between Dudley, Vernon, Draco, and you without any problems, I’m sure that one more man won’t hurt.”
“Just remember that Kingsley has an even bigger cock than I do,” Harry said. “Hermione’s complained about being extra sore from him before.”
“I know,” Luna replied. “But I can handle it. I’ve even been working on getting my jaw to relax better in case anyone wants to face fuck me.”
Sometimes, hearing Luna deliver some of the filthiest phrases he’d ever heard in such a casual, nonchalant manner turned him on like nothing else. He and Hermione were both very lucky to have her with them.
Evidently, the excitement in his trousers didn’t go unnoticed.
“Do you want me to show you?” Luna asked with a knowing gleam in her eyes.
“Fuck yes,” Harry groaned as he undid his trousers.
Normally, it was quite dangerous to cook without having any trousers or pants on, but magic made it perfectly safe. A simple transparent magical shield would catch any splatter before it reached him.
Luna dropped to her knees in front of Harry, wedging herself between him and the counter, and grabbed his cock before he needed to say a single word. Her luscious lips parted easily and wrapped themselves perfectly around his thick, pent-up cock. They felt so nice and warm, and Harry lost himself to the sensation.
As pre-cum began to bead at the tip of his cock, Luna’s tongue started to swirl around him. She moved slowly at first, getting his shaft lovingly coated with her saliva and then using the flat of her tongue to tease the underside of his throbbing cock. Harry kept on cutting up the tomatoes and depositing them into a large metal bowl, though he switched to using his magic to cut the tomatoes lest he accidentally cut himself with a knife.
One of the unexpected benefits of letting Hermione and Luna fuck other men was the fact that they came back with improved techniques to use on him. Their growing experiences allowed them to see the ways in which things could be done differently, and then Harry was all set to reap those benefits. Luna’s blowjob skills had improved tremendously from when he’d first gotten with her, and it showed in the way she hollowed out her cheeks and sucked him hard with an ease that reflected her skills.
Between the sounds of Luna sucking on his cock and the memory clear in his mind of Hermione moaning only moments ago, Harry let his hips start to thrust naturally. Luna quit bobbing her head up and down then, instead allowing him to control the pace of everything.
“Follow me over to the stove,” he ordered her.
Without letting his cock leave her lips, Luna shuffled over towards the stove in time with Harry, where he quickly set a heavy pot to begin heating up. Knowing that he had a few minutes before it’d be ready for him to use, he placed a cushioning charm on the oven door behind Luna and promptly slammed his hips forward hard, driving his cock down into her throat.
Luna gagged hard around his cock as he plunged in and out of her throat. The back of her head kept knocking against the oven door, but Harry knew from experience that it felt as soft as a plump pillow right now. She grabbed onto his thighs to stabilise herself a bit, but there was only so much she could do when Harry was fucking her mouth this roughly.
“Dudley must’ve taught you well,” Harry groaned as he ran his hands through Luna’s hair, grabbing handfuls of it near the base of her scalp. “I know how much he likes to clean his cock in your mouth after he’s done fucking Hermione.”
Luna gargled out a reply around his cock, but all it really did was make thick bubbles of saliva pop out of the corners of her mouth and drip down his balls.
Merlin, this was nice. He hadn’t realised just how much he’d missed being able to fuck Luna whenever he wanted until he and Hermione had come back from their honeymoon. She was a perfect little cocksucker who knew just how to pleasure him right.
Harry kept thrusting into Luna’s mouth until he felt a familiar rise in pleasure. His cock swelled as it readied itself to burst.
Luna must’ve felt the pulses that were running through his cock because she quickly pulled her head back until his cock slipped out of her mouth. Then she grabbed onto it with both hands and started pumping him furiously.
“Coat my pretty face with a thick load of cum,” she said needfully.
Harry groaned and did as she asked. The first spray left a trail from her hair all the way down to her chin. Luna kept pumping his shaft with everything she had, angling it perfectly so that every last drop splattered across her face.
“Well, looks like you two were having fun too,” Hermione said as she popped into view in the doorway. Her work robes were dishevelled and she was limping a little bit, but she had a bright smile on her lips as she watched Luna milk the last drops of cum out of Harry’s cock.
Luna ran a finger along a thick streak of cum across her face, scooping almost all of it up before popping it into her mouth with a big grin. “I was just showing Harry my new skills.”
“And you get a passing grade for them,” Harry joked. “You’ll get plenty of chances to show them off tonight once everyone else arrives.”
“Is there time for me to take a quick bath first?” Hermione asked. “Kingsley was really needy today. It was a miracle that we got any work done at all.”
“Of course there is,” Harry said with a smile. “I’ll come upstairs with you and get the water running while you get undressed.”
“Wait!” Luna exclaimed.
She unhinged her jaw again and took every inch of Harry’s cock back into her mouth. She sealed her lips tightly and slowly pulled her head back, sucking off all of the excess saliva and cum that remained on his cock. When she finally finished, she gave the head a quick kiss.
“There, now you can go,” Luna beamed up at him. “Do you mind if I join you? I think I need to clean up a bit too before everyone arrives.”
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Later that afternoon, the front door to Harry’s house opened with whooping and cheering. It almost sounded like a footy chant the way Dudley and his friends came bursting into his home with such overwhelming excitement.
“Harry, mate,” Gordon exclaimed, throwing his arms wide open and making his gut jiggle from the movement. “It’s so wonderful to hear that Big D over here finally got your missus pregnant.”
Harry bit the inside of his cheek to stop his chuckle of amusement. “Yeah, it’s great,” he said meekly.
“Aww, don’t be like that,” Malcolm said as he put an arm around Harry’s shoulders. “Just think about it like this: Dudley’s kid won’t end up as a pathetic cuck like you.”
Dennis, Gordon, and Dudley all burst out laughing at that.
“Yeah, we don’t want more wasteful men like you out in the world,” Dennis guffawed.
“But if there weren’t men like Harry, then we’d be stuck only shagging women that are single,” Dudley pointed out with a sly grin. “It’s thanks to these unwilling cucks that we get to fuck who we want when we want.”
“I couldn’t have said it better myself,” Malcolm nodded. “Now, Harry, be a good lad and tell us where Hermione is. We came here with champagne to celebrate her pregnancy.”
A bag full of bottles was roughly shoved into Harry’s hands. He peered inside, noting just how expensive the bottles looked. They really were in a celebratory mood.
“She’s upstairs with Luna,” Harry said, trying to sound like he really didn’t want to reveal that information. “But she had a really rough day at work—”
“I bet she did,” Dudley chortled.
“—so I think she’s a bit tired,” Harry finished.
“Don’t worry mate. We’ll pick her spirits back up,” Gordon said. “You just get supper going for us, yeah? I think we’ll be working out quite an appetite celebrating.”
“Well, I was just planning something small for Hermione, Luna, and I,” Harry said, looking down at his feet.
“Change your plans then,” Dudley ordered him. “I’m sure Hermione will be happier with us being over for supper anyway.”
“O…okay,” Harry stammered out.
“Good man,” Dudley said. “Now, lads, let's get to it.”
The four men thundered upstairs, leaving Harry alone with the bottles of champagne. He quickly stowed the bottles in the fridge to begin chilling and checked over the pot on the stove. The chicken and pasta were under a perfect stasis charm, ready to eat at any point.
Everything was already set. He’d obviously known that Dudley and his friends were all coming over, so he’d made more than enough food for all of them. There was garlic bread and a salad waiting for them as well on the table and plenty of extra booze in case the champagne they’d brought wasn’t enough.
Harry returned to the bottom of the staircase and lingered there. The door to his bedroom had clearly been left open just for him, because he could hear Hermione’s giggles amid the laughter coming from the men who’d joined her.
It was less than a minute later that the first sounds of pleasure began.
Harry wanted so desperately to go upstairs and watch the celebrations take place, but they were still missing a couple of guests. Instead, he sat down on one of the stairs and imagined what everyone was doing to Hermione and Luna up there.
If it was him with all of his mates, he’d start by getting the women down on their knees, back-to-back, and surrounding them on all sides. They’d be surrounded by cocks and have to keep switching back and forth between them to keep all of the men pleased. Then, whenever the first person was getting close to cumming or someone just got bored, he’d pick Hermione up and toss her onto the bed before burying his cock deep into her pussy and spraying a thick load of cum inside of her.
His cock was already back to throbbing inside of his trousers. He’d wished that he’d gotten another load out of his system by fucking Luna or something, but he’d just have to wait for now. Maybe he could fuck one of them after the others had left for the night, or he could always run into the bathroom and rub one out quickly.
The front door opening again shook Harry from his musings.
“Harry,” Piers grinned as he stepped inside with Vernon at his back. “We were just talking about you. How does it feel to have your cousin’s baby growing in your wife’s womb?”
Harry pretended to act too flustered and embarrassed to answer that question, which only made Piers laugh cruelly at him.
“Don’t worry about it,” Piers said as he patted Harry’s shoulder. “Even if you aren’t happy about it, it’s not like you’d say anything, right?”
“He’s not enough of a man to stand up for himself,” Vernon said in agreement. “Now tell us, where’s Hermione? We’ve got some celebrating to do.”
“She’s upstairs with the others,” Harry said, gesturing his thumb at the staircase. “I’ll be busy in the kitchen getting supper ready.”
“Good,” Piers sneered at him. “We’ll be hungry after we get our fill of your wife. Congratulations on the pregnancy by the way.”
“Thanks,” Harry said meekly, but Piers and Vernon didn’t stick around to hear any of it. He was already thundering upstairs, tearing at their clothes as Hermione cried out in pleasure again.
Harry waited for exactly thirty seconds before he climbed the staircase upstairs to his bedroom, and what he saw in there was a wonderful delight.
Hermione was utterly sandwiched between Dennis and Piers. Dennis’ long legs hung over the edge of the bed with his feet resting on the frame so that he could steady himself better as he thrust up into Hermione’s pussy. Her arsehole was stretched wide around Piers’ thick cock as he pounded into her. He was squatted above both of them, balancing himself against Hermione’s back and forcing her breasts down onto Dennis’ chest.
If that wasn’t enough, Malcolm had his cock in Hermione’s mouth. She was clearly trying to do her best to suck him off, but the moans that kept escaping from her mouth made it hard for her to maintain much of a seal.
Luna was hoisted up in the air and sat down on Vernon’s cock. His massive frame dwarfed her lithe body as she clung to him for support. Gordon was thrusting into her tight little arsehole relentlessly as sweat dripped down his face.
Dudley was watching it all with a massive smirk on his lips. He noticed Harry’s appearance and waved him over.
“Come sit and watch, Harry,” he said, patting the armchair next to him, the one that Hermione liked to get curled up and read in right before bedtime. “This is a celebration, after all. And you deserve to be a part of it.”
Harry did as he was bade and sat down, trying to hide his excitement at watching Hermione and Luna getting fucked.
“Look at her,” Dudley preened. “Isn’t she absolutely gorgeous?”
“She is,” Harry agreed readily.
“I never expected I’d be a father so soon, especially not with your wife,” Dudley laughed. “But I guess things just have a way of falling into place.”
Hermione screamed around Malcolm’s cock as both Piers and Dennis buried themselves fully inside of her. Her back arched sharply, a telltale sign that she was cumming right then. Harry wondered how many times she’d already cum on Kingsley’s cock today.
“What a beautiful voice too,” Dudley continued. “I hope she’s having a boy. I’ll teach him not to take shit from anyone and how to stand up for himself. Before long, I’m sure he’ll have you whipped into shape, cooking and cleaning after him like some housewife.”
“He’ll be my son too, and he’ll listen to me,” Harry protested weakly.
“Not bloody likely,” Dudley chuckled. “And if I catch you trying to do more than you’re supposed to, I’ll come knock some sense into your head, yeah?”
“Hey Big D!” Piers called out. “Come watch this!”
“You’re coming too,” Dudley said as he grabbed Harry’s arm and hoisted him up out of the chair.
The two of them moved right behind Hermione, Piers, and Dennis. The two men were back to pumping away wildly inside of her red and swollen holes, giving her everything they had.
“A little celebratory creampie for our lad’s missus,” Dennis announced, grunting as he shoved his cock deep into Hermione’s pussy. “In three, two, one—”
Suddenly, with a terrific groan, Dennis spewed a thick load of his seed into Hermione’s pussy. Half a second later, Piers’ cock pulsed as he began unloading his cum into Hermione’s arsehole. The two men looked like they were having the time of their lives as they unleashed every last drop inside of her.
When they finally finished, the two men pulled their cocks out of her, and Harry and Dudley watched as cum flowed freely out of both of her holes and dripped down onto Harry and Hermione’s marital bed.
“Well done,” Dudley clapped. “Malcolm, I believe that you’re next.”
Hermione had once admitted to him that Malcolm was her favourite out of Dudley’s friends. He wasn’t awkward and overly rough like Gordon, nor was he wild and prideful like Dennis. Piers, Dudley, and Vernon were also too arrogant for her liking, but Malcolm had that cool-guy aesthetic that seemed to draw women in. It struck a certain fantasy in her, even if he’d never truly measure up to Harry in her eyes. The fact that his cock was almost the same size as Harry’s helped too.
Malcolm clapped Harry on the shoulder as he came around the bed to nestle himself between Hermione’s thighs as Dennis and Piers got out of the way. “Thanks for keeping her around, mate. I can’t begin to imagine how you did it. She’s a fox in the bedroom, and I bet dozens of men would’ve gladly taken her off of your hands. I know I would’ve if she wasn’t already claimed by Dudley.”
Before Harry could say anything back, Malcolm flipped Hermione over onto her back and yanked her to the edge of the bed. He hoisted her legs into the air, bracing them against one of his shoulders, and shoved his saliva-covered cock into her tight pussy.
Hermione moaned in delight at once, and Dudley pulled Harry around so that he could both see her face of pleasure and Malcolm’s cock as it slammed into her.
“Look at her taking it like a champ,” Dudley commented with a wicked grin. “Luna’s not doing too badly either.”
Apparently, Gordon had already finished in Luna’s arse, and she was now trapped with her back pinned up against the wall by Vernon as he rammed into her pussy. The wall shook from his hefty girth as he thrust into her again and again.
“You’re my whore,” Vernon told Luna as he spat into her open mouth. She drank it all down like the good girl she was and just kept on moaning as Vernon made a mess of her pussy.
“Maybe I’ll impregnate her next if he doesn’t get to it first,” Dudley told Harry. “It’d be nice to start making the change you want to see in the world, you know? We need to bring back a generation of stronger men in this country instead of weaklings like you. Don’t you agree?”
“I…” Harry trailed off.
Dudley snorted. “Too feeble to even stand up for yourself. You’re proving my point exactly.”
Malcolm was leaning over Hermione now, bending her legs back until her knees were nearly touching her breasts. The long, deep thrusts he made into her rattled the bed each time he filled her back up.
“Hermione, love, can you tell your husband how much you like this?” Dudley asked Hermione.
Hermione’s eyes fluttered open as she looked over at them. Her tongue was nearly hanging out of her mouth as she panted for breath. “I love it.”
“Yes, we know that,” Dudley chuckled. “But how much do you love it?”
“With all my heart,” Hermione cried out. Malcolm’s free hand had found her clit, and he was teasing it as he kept fucking her. “I can’t live without getting my slutty holes stuffed by all of you.”
“Good answer,” Dudley nodded approvingly. “You see, Harry, I know that you must hate us for this. For actually giving your wife pleasure where you can’t, for giving her a baby when you can’t, but you have to understand that this is the best for everyone… except for you of course. But when has anyone ever cared about what Pathetic Potter wants? What matters is that your wife, the love of your life, is happy with us. And we’ll keep breeding her over and over again to our heart’s content. We’ll have a celebration like this every time she gets pregnant, and you’ll be here to watch it all, understood?”
“I… understand,” Harry finally managed to say.
Outwardly, his projection of weakness and submission was flawless. In his mind, however, Harry was leaping for joy. This was just absolutely perfect. Dudley thought that he had utterly dominated both him and Hermione, but he didn’t know the truth. It made this moment even sweeter than it already was.
His eyes connected with Hermione’s, and he felt reassured by the amusement he saw in them. This was all just a game to them, but they were the only two—besides Luna—who knew that it was a game.
“I can’t believe you’re still so fucking tight,” Malcolm groaned. His thrusts were becoming more erratic now, and it only took a few more moments before he unleashed a wonderful groan as he came inside of Hermione’s pussy.
“Take it!” Vernon shouted. “Take it all you fucking slut! Take it!”
With a thunderous roar, Vernon exploded inside of Luna’s pussy, filling her up with everything he had.
“Look like everyone but me is done for now,” Dudley told Harry. “That means it’s time for the main event. Come over and clean up everyone’s cocks, Luna, while I give Hermione her biggest gift yet.”
Everyone came over and deliberately crowded around Harry as Dudley clambered onto the bed. There was some jeering and insults being thrown his way by the other men, but that quickly turned into cheers of approval as Dudley lifted Hermione up onto her hands and knees and positioned her so that she was facing the lot of them.
“Watch, Harry,” Dudley ordered him.
Harry watched every second as Dudley slowly slid his cock inside of Hermione’s pussy. The exaggerated look of surprise and pleasure on her face may have fooled the other men, but Harry could see how she was playing it up. The way she rolled her eyes back so dramatically was exactly the way she acted whenever she pretended to swoon.
Unlike the others, Dudley took his time working up to a fast pace as he fucked Hermione. The soft sound of his hips smacking off of her arse grew louder as he went.
“God, look at those breasts,” Gordon groaned.
Indeed, seeing those two glorious orbs of flesh swinging beneath Hermione’s frame was a sight of true beauty. There was no one else with as perfect breasts as Hermione.
“Grab a feel,” Piers told him.
“No,” Dudley interjected firmly just as Gordon went to move. “This is my time. Just make sure Harry stays watching the whole time.”
Piers and Dennis each grabbed onto Harry’s arms, holding him in place as though he would try to run away in shame. Luna had finally made it over and was now sucking clean everyone’s cocks—except for Harry’s, of course.
Hermione’s exhaustion was beginning to show once Dudley was fucking her hard. Her moans were becoming breathier as she fought to bring oxygen back into her body as Dudley fucked it out of her. She looked like she wanted to slump down onto the bed, but Dudley ensured that she stayed on her hands and knees, right at the perfect angle to stare up into Harry’s face.
“I can feel your walls trembling around me,” Dudley chuckled as he slapped Hermione’s arse playfully. “Your pussy knows who it belongs to. Don’t hold back. Let go of your inhibitions anytime you’re ready.”
“Harry,” Hermione said breathlessly. “I love you.”
A chorus of laughs went up around the room.
“Look at that,” Gordon guffawed, nearly falling over. “She still loves him.”
“She’s got to be lying,” Piers said right to Harry’s face.
“If she did, she wouldn’t have cum when we were fucking her earlier,” Dennis nodded in agreement.
“Even if she does, we all know that she loves Dudley more,” Vernon added.
Strangely enough, Malcolm was the only one not to join in. While the others were focused on Hermione again, Harry glanced over and saw Malcolm staring back at him. The man raised an eyebrow at Harry, and when he didn’t get a response, he just turned back to cheer on Dudley.
Did he know the truth somehow? Harry wondered. He and Hermione had done such a good job of keeping it a secret. At least, he thought they had. Maybe they’d given away the game somehow.
Well, so long as Malcolm didn’t say anything to anyone else, neither would Harry.
“Cum for me, love,” Dudley cooed at Hermione. “And I’ll give you a special reward.”
“I’m so close,” Hermione whimpered.
“I know you are,” Dudley grinned. “Just cum for me. Cum on my thick cock. Show your husband who’s your favourite man in the entire world.”
“Fuck,” Hermione cried out as her eyes slammed shut. “I’m CUMMING!”
Dudley groaned in victory as he came into Hermione at the exact same time. The two of them collapsed down onto the bed together, both of their bodies trembling as they came. Dudley was still thrusting into her pussy as best he could, ensuring that every last drop reached her womb.
When it was all said and done, everyone got dressed again except for Hermione and Luna. Dudley picked Hermione up into his arms like one would a bride before he turned to Harry.
“Get the table set and bring us out our supper,” he ordered Harry. “We need more fuel for our after-supper activities.”
“You mean you’re staying for even longer?” Harry asked, adding a whiny tone to his voice.
Dudley just laughed in his face. “Of course! Our celebration’s going to last the entire night!”
And what a wonderful night it would be.
