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Hermione tasted her own juices on Ron's tongue when he kissed her. She likely felt his massive cock prodding at her opening and subtly requesting access at the same moment. Hermione broke off their kiss as soon as she realized what was going on and shouted, "Wait Ron, you need a condom, and I'm not taking the pills."
Ron added, "You had me bare yesterday," glancing at Harry's wife. "Plus, don't forget the promise that you made of giving me a baby whenever I want."
"Yes, I am aware of that," Hermione answered. "However, Harry said that he would like us having a child. I don't wish to hurt him. That would probably be least of her concerns, Harry knew. Clearly, it wouldn't be her husband's. It would be obvious that one of the Weasley men had impregnated her!
"Ask your husband" said Ron, "I doubt he would object if you take me bare."
For the very first time after Ron got her naked, Hermione turned to face Harry. Her question was voiced hesitantly, with a mixture of apprehension and excitement in her voice: "Harry, do... do you think. Can I have Ron without protection? Oh my goodness, it's unbelievable that I'm saying this." Harry felt conflicted with what she was asking. On the one hand, they had frequently discussed her promise of having unprotected intercourse with Ron. However, those were only fantasies. And this was not like other times. Since Ron was a Weasley, Harry would not be able to pass off the kid as his if Hermione did become pregnant. He felt obligated to give them one another as nature meant as these ideas raced through his mind.
There would be no obstacle for Ron's sperm to reach her egg during her ovulation. Harry, however, reasoned that he wouldn't ruin her opportunity to fuck Ron bare! Harry calmly remarked to them both after what felt like a long time had passed: "Ron, please have my wife as god intended. I'll let you two decide where to spill your seed when you fuck her bare."
"Put my cock inside your wife mate," Ron whispered to Harry, raising himself up on his arms as Hermione looked slightly stunned, processing the news that her husband had just encouraged another guy to have sex with her without any restrictions because to get her pregnant. "Prove to us that you genuinely agree with your choice."
Harry approached them while in a daze, marveling at the enormity of what was about to be within his wife's once virtuous and loyal pussy as he looked down to wherever Ron's massive cock was pushing against her dripping sex. Harry grasped Ron's pulsating member without hesitation, and after examining every inch of his richly veined cock, he inserted his massive cock head into Hermione's vaginal split. After drenching the head with her copious fluids, Harry aimed the head and propelled it into her aperture.
Ron said, "You may go now Harry," while Harry was staring at his wife's face. Ron let his body press the swollen crown of his cock deeply into Harry's quivering wife as he pulled his hand away from his cock. He then began to rock every inch of his cock inside her warm tunnel, much to his wife's surprise. After a few minutes, he had sunk the entire length in, and his large balls were pressed up against Hermione's stretched and upended ass.
Hermione spoke in a voice that was both a little out of breath and incredulous "Harry, I'm ovulating. I could be knocked up by him!"
Her lover began offering her the fuck of her life while she cast a wary glance at her husband. Whatever occurred, she needed to know that everything would be okay as well as that Harry would not detest her. Harry leaned in to give her a kiss and a soft murmur, "It's okay, I love you. Take him and embrace the moment." She seemed to relax a little when he finished speaking, though she still had that somewhat shocked look on her face, and in a matter of minutes she was reacting to her lover the way he had intended.
It was amazing to watch them fuck, and it was all Harry had imagined it would be from a voyeuristic standpoint. He had not, however, taken into account the sounds and scents of two people enjoying sex. The aroma of mating sex had filled the room, an alpha wizard releasing his sweat and pheromones, and a fertile lady and her essences. The drink had a strong flavor. There were the noises after that.
The purring of a soft, feminine woman who is being sexually gratified in the natural way by a man who knows just how to press all the correct buttons and get the appropriate response. And following them were the louder, more manly sounds that Ron made while trying to make himself and the witch happy. He groaned with satisfaction at the wonderful sensations of ramming his massive cock into this alluring witch.
Given that Hermione and Ron would be thrilled with what they were doing, Harry had a sneaking suspicion that their liaison would not endure very long. Ron must have felt like a stud after having sex with the wife of another man in front of his husband. Indeed, he was. Without a question.
Ron took Harry's precious wife to a heaven she may have were hoping of, but undoubtedly had not been with Harry throughout their lovemaking before or after they closed down their open marriage.
Harry had not dared experiment with his own pulsating cock up until now, just in fear he finished. But now he thought he ought to partake in the occasion and engage in some masturbation while they had sex. He moved his chair nearer to the rutting pair and took a seat to watch the spectacle, cock in hand. Harry had a glimpse of Hermione's long legs as they crossed Ron's protruding posterior just in time. It was amazing—sweaty skin, attractive feet in sandals, painted nails draping over black, gleaming muscle. Ron repeatedly rammed his big cock down the center of Harry's wife, and Harry observed the ascent and descent of his muscular frame.
Harry, as a voyeur, had only one vision to see: the intersection of their crashing sexes. Thus, he approached the edge of the bed, squatted on the ground, and peered. And what an incredible sight it was, one he will never forget. Harry saw Hermione's taut bum get repeatedly banged up by Ron's enormous ball sack, and with each pull of Ron's cock, he saw Hermione's delicate flash clinging to his large cock. But it was the view of the foamy mess the two of them were making that really got to him. Harry surmised that it was a concoction of Ron's sperm and Hermione's love cream, all beaten into the form of a meringue.
Harry's thoughts were cut short when the two lovers started making more noise. Hermione began to thrash around and let out a loud moan. He anticipated an orgasm, and sure enough, when he retreated to the chair a few seconds later, she let out a gasp, saying, "Oh Ron, I'm coming now, yes, oh now." He watched as Hermione's legs splayed around Ron's protruding behind, and as the orgasm tore through her body, Hermione seemed to push her hips up towards his powerful frame.
Ron persisted through her climax and asked, "Was that good for you Hermione?" after she had fallen back onto the mattress.
"Oh absolutely Ron, it was amazing, I feel alive when you makes love to me" she said.
"Hermione, I'm fucking you, not making love to you. Do you get that I fuck and own my women, but your husband can show love to you?"
"Yeah do Ron, please fuck me deep and claim me as yours." Harry was maybe not surprised by his wife's nasty reply, but he was still a little astonished. Anything can and should be uttered during passionate sex. Ron grinned, quickened his fucking speed, and pushed his way—almost viciously—into Hermione.
Harry had a feeling he was setting up the big reveal. His newly combative demeanor didn't seem to phase Hermione, who used her legs and arms to hold onto him the rest of the way. He saw that as Hermione slathered her claws across Ron's back, blood was being drawn. This was not going to last long because all of a sudden Ron rose up on his hands and yelled, "I'm about to come now, and I will seed you Hermione," staring straight at Hermione.
Harry was deeply troubled by the thought that Ron would inject his virulent sperm into Harry's wife's exposed and fertile womb, even though he knew this was a stage they would eventually reach. "Yes Ronald, I'm ready, seed me and then give me your baby," Hermione laid the frosting on the cake.
Once more, Ron grinned and added, "With delight, I am going to bless you both with my baby," first to Hermione and then to Harry. Harry realized that he and Hermione had never actually talked about the potential of her getting impregnated if she did have a lover and engage in unprotected sex as he watched the mating approach its conclusion. But even if it meant Harry would have to see her swell with a love kid, it seemed so fitting that she ought to be taking advantage of everything this incredible wizard had to give. He knew that their love was enough.
Ron began cursing abruptly, and Harry saw his thrusting become irregular. He was aware of the potential moment of conception at this very instant. Time appeared to stand still as he delivered one final, vicious thrust that caused his body to become rigid and made every muscle stand out. Hermione muttered, "Yes, yes, I feel it, oh flowing so deep," clearly sensing the first sperm blasts while his cock head pressed against her bruised cervix. His back muscles tightened and relaxed repeatedly as he fired round after round into Harry's wife's beautiful, lush marital garden.
The climax appeared to be held there forever. They fell to the bed in a clammy heap. Ron was covered in streams of perspiration. As Ron cooled down from breeding his woman, Harry noticed him taking deep breaths. Ron's bulky size obscured his wife's small frame, making it difficult for Harry to see her. He is aware that they were held captive for an extended period of time. In addition, he could hear Ron talking in Hermione's ear, and she continued to give him little pecks on his cheek and neck.
Harry felt unnecessary for the initial time since Ron came in. In the glory of a magnificent fuck, his wife and her lover were murmuring sweet nothings to one another. He made the decision to leave them to relax a bit, so he quietly disappeared from the bedroom. After getting another heavy drink, which he required, he took a seat to collect his thoughts.
It must have been a sleep, for an hour later he woke up to hear noises. Harry staggered into the master bedroom before realizing what would be producing the weeping and groans that were now resonating throughout the house. Peering through the bedroom door, Harry witnessed his wife sitting astride Ron, her hips moving in unison under the large hands of the redhead. Harry knew without even having to look that she had been lodged on his massive cock.
Harry settled in the chair once more and observed. Upon witnessing him walk in, Ron grinned and turned back to Hermione. Harry surmised that they had been having sex again for a while since he could see sweat on her back and Ron seemed to be getting close to his climax by the way he was thrusting up and into her. As expected, Ron abruptly declared, "I'm going to come, Hermione."
Harry's wife moaned, "Yes, yes. I'm getting close as well, join me now, yes Ronald yes." Ron tensed up, moaned, and grabbed Harry's wife firmly by the hips before plunging deeply into her and repeatedly bucking. Harry was aware that Ron was planting his seed deeply in his wife once more, and that furthermore of his great gift would be absorbed by her fertile womb. After successfully fertilizing his best friend's wife, Ron let her fall on above him and cradled her while softly petting her hair.
Harry had been jerking again without realizing it, and now he knew that he was about to come. He let his spunk splash all over his legs and the floor, grunting without shame when he noticed Ron grinning. He had an understanding expression on his face. He was aware that Harry had let him to mate with his wife—that is, fuck her—in his role as a husband. That could be more accurate, indeed. He realized that he was happy for his bride to have a lover and had come to terms with Ron's domination.
He kept watching, and as he saw Ron closing his eyes, he realized that he had become completely worn out. Rolling off him, Hermione collapsed at his side. Harry really needed to get some sleep. He slyly made his way back to the couch, where he curled up to sleep. The light from the window was flowing when he woke up. He noticed the time on his watch was 7:00 a.m. By his job schedule, he was late! He made the decision to see how the two lovers were doing, and when he opened the door and peered inside, Harry was forced to pause and take in the scene.
Hermione and Ron were sleeping with no clothes on. Ron's considerably more muscular thigh was dappled with her long, sensual right leg, and her arm was resting across his chest. It was an electric picture. The difference between masculinity and femininity was also present. Harry ducked in and knelt by his wife. He was in a fantastic position to observe her hairy snatch, which was now covered in goo. More white juices gushed from her open sex, and Harry sensed his cock stiffen in realization that Ron's spunk had dried up in her! He pondered how much longer it could go on within, finding an egg to fertilize. Harry wished to enjoy the scenery indefinitely.
But Hermione's kind "Hello there, are you okay?" cut through his thoughts.
"Yes, I'm okay, I had been checking to see if you needed a drink or something?"
"You're really kind, but for the time being, I'm fine. We will speak later."
"Okay, sure, you get some rest." As he set himself a drink before he got bathed and dressed up, Harry grew aware of the obvious noises of love making immediately again. Harry noticed that Ron was fucking Hermione from behind as he crossed the bedroom. She had never been a fan of this position, claiming it was too humiliating! It took Ron a while to come once more. Harry was struck at his endurance and capacity to keep going on like this. Grasping Hermione's hips tightly, he made one final deep thrust and let out a loud cry as he ejected more of his seed into Harry's quivering wife.
Eventually, both of the lovers showed up, clothed, and seemed content yet exhausted. Ron said he had to leave because he was running short for the day when Harry asked if he'd like a drink. Hermione arrived and joined Harry at the table after he departed. She was staring right at him as she searched for something on his face. Perhaps resentment, jealousy, or discontent? "Harry, I er, could we talk?"
"Yes sure, what about?"
"Well, last night obviously, are you fine, I mean genuinely ok with what I done with Ron?"
"I love you, Hermione. After all, I had pushed you to have him. I will never forget what I witnessed last night because of how great you two looked together."
Hermione sniffed, "Oh Harry, I don't deserve you. You are the most wonderful husband ever. All I had to do was let this go from my system. You understand that I won't do it again if you decide not to."
"What about tonight?"
"What did you mean?" Hermione enquired.
"Well, I would certainly be surprised if Ron weren't interested in coming back to have you once more, that's all."
"Ah, I see, I suppose I could inform him that I.."
"Hermione, don't worry; if he asks, you'll say yes. Let's open it...our marriage once again after the baby maybe? That being said, is it okay if I get involved if he returns?"
"What does that mean?"
"Well, I'd like to be nude and participate with the love that you are making, that's it."
Hermione gave me an astonished smile. "Certainly, you are welcome in Harry." A awkward silence ensued, during which Harry could see Hermione was having trouble expressing something else. "You know we had sex with no protection, don't you?" she finally replied.
After another pause, Harry asked, "And, what's up with it?"
His answer caused Hermione to seem a little confused. "I'm fully fertile Harry and healthy so there's a chance that we could become pregnant."
"is not that what you wished for?" He answered.
"I- B-but..."
"Well, I tend to remember you begging him to offer you his baby, because you surely thought about getting pregnant by him?"
"Oh my Harry, I never.."
"Shhh, don't worry. I let it to take place. If you become pregnant, we will handle it. No matter what, I still cherish you and I always will."
"What if I had a redhead baby?"
"Yes, then as well, get here my love." Hermione walked up to sit on his lap at the table. After giving each other a hug and kiss, Hermione covered Harry's hand with her own and their hands rubbing her belly while stating, "It could happen; you know, I am fertile right now." As she said this, his cock sprang and hardened beneath her bottom. Grinning, she went on, "It excites you on does not it? You get excited about me becoming pregnant with Ron's kid; my wicked man."
Harry agreed and continued, "Yes, I would love to see your tummy swell with his baby," in a soft, emotive whisper. "It feels appropriate that this should happen given the way he loved you last night; I'm not sure why."
"I'm grateful, my love," Hermione answered. "We'll do our best to ensure that your dream is fulfilled tonight. He will have impregnated me on both of my most fertile days if I let him to have me again. Although it's not guaranteed, you might become a father."
The remainder of the day seemed to fly by. After their two-day excursion, they took a day off from work to relax, but in reality, they were both aware that they were each contemplating the upcoming evening and the possibilities it might hold. They went back into the lounge after supper, having just mixed themselves a drink, when someone knocked on the door.
Harry grinned at his wife as he stood up to respond to it. Both were aware of whom it would be. As expected, Ron's beaming face welcomed him. "May I come in?" he said. Harry unlocked the door and welcomed him in without any hesitation. Before long, Ron was just wearing a boxer and half-naked. The sun glinted on his naked chest. He had an amazing figure! "Harry, I'm going to Vegas for a month. I hoped I would be able to bid Hermione farewell. Is that okay?"
"Yes, without a doubt. We would like to thank you and send you together. Why don't you escort Ron to the bedroom, Hermione?" Ron appeared a little taken aback, but he was delighted to have Hermione around. She was wearing a light cotton dress that was practically translucent, along with some white heeled sandals that were strappy. Ron grasped her hand and walked into the master bedroom as Harry watched.
Harry assisted Ron in fucking Harry's wife multiple times during the course of the following three hours. When Ron's massive cock head initially forced its way past her outermost lips and started to pierce her moist cunt, he was captivated by the moment he insisted on inserting Ron's enormous cock through her feminine gateway. His final close-up before turning to sit and observe was of Ron's large, swollen balls curled up against Hermione's taut, twisted rosebud.
When Harry instructed Ron to present Hermione a Weasley child, the initial mating got even more intense. His best friend's suggestion of seeding his wife in order for her to bear his child obviously aroused him. As his climax approached, Hermione made sure her legs were fastened around Ron's heaving bum by tightly clutching his strong back with her gentle hands. Her feet, clothed in sandals, looked stunning as they wrapped his lowering and rising back. With a growl that Harry was certain could be audible for miles around, Ron reached his climax!
Harry understood what he needed to do when Ron pulled out. He desired to make his wife look good and demonstrate his approval of Ron's actions. Harry then moved between her legs and, observing the sticky mess that was coming from her sex, dipped his head, stuck out his tongue, and licked. He continued to lick and suck until their mingled fluids coated his face. "Thanks Harry, I love you," Hermione murmured with a smile as Harry paused and gazed up at her.
Thus, the evening went on. According to Harry, Ron had Hermione twice more, and each time he came in, he had his large cock tightly pressed against Hermione's womb opening. In contrast to the previous evening, Ron stated he had to leave early the next morning and couldn't remain the night.
Hermione raced to him as he waited by the door, and they shared a long, sweet kiss as they said goodbye. She standing in her high sandals, kissing the guy who might have had fathered her first child, and it was quite sensual to watch his large hands clasping her delicate feminine body.
Ron expressed gratitude, and Hermione shed a few tears. Then he was gone, leaving Harry and Hermione on their own. The married pair, snuggled together in their bed, sticky and moist from his wife's mating, slept in a blissful slumber.