Chapter 18: Chapter 18
Arthur hummed as he took apart the headlights on his Ford Anglia. It was almost an exact replica of the one that Ron and Harry had taken for a joyride, but that was all it was, a replica.
That didn't mean Arthur didn't love it as much as the original.
Ron had given this to him as a gift after he had started working. Arthur had a feeling that was the only reason Molly let him keep the car. She had grudgingly tolerated his obsession with muggles trinkets, but enchanting that car to fly was too much for her.
Unfortunately, Arthur had to promise his lovely wife that would not happen again. That was why he intended to make the car drive underwater instead of enchanting it to fly.
If Molly ever found out, Arthur could always point to the fact that he only promised to not enchant it to fly. Plus, what else would he do with his time?
Arthur was no longer tasked to do anything strenuous at work, something he knew was due to who his children were, and there was rarely anything for him to do at home. It was the consequence of having such outstanding children. They took care of any problems that the family would possibly face.
Still, Arthur needed to spend his time on something so he wouldn't go absolutely mad. The Ford Anglia was perfect for that. He was no enchanter, but Arthur was sure that after a few years of research, he would succeed in making the car drivable underwater. After all, that was how he made the previous one fly.
As he was toying with the housing for the light in his hands, Arthur's back straightened when the wards alerted him of an unexpected arrival.
Harry was back.
Arthur gently placed the housing onto the ground before he wiped his hands on his trousers to try and get rid of the sweat that suddenly appeared. He was nervous, similar to how he felt right before he asked Molly on a date. Arthur had to muster up the courage to ask the busty redhead that starred in so many of his wet dreams, and somehow, Harry fell in the same category.
Arthur had lost track of how many times he had woken up in the middle of the night after he had released in his sleep like a teenager. He couldn't stop thinking of his beautiful Molly getting her pussy filled with the much younger wizard's seed. It followed him into his dreams, and Arthur wasn't mad about it.
Molly had always been a witch who had an extraordinary sex drive, and he quickly became aware that he wasn't enough to satisfy her by himself. Arthur wasn't scared of his beloved wife cheating on him, but that didn't mean he was happy that Molly was often frustrated. That was how he came up with the idea of her taking other men on the side.
Arthur never had the desire to see Molly with other men at the start of their relationship. In fact, he was quite the jealous boyfriend. He was fiercely protective since his voluptuous Molly would often get stares from other wizards even though she dressed conservatively.
It was only after realizing how mismatched their sex drives were that Arthur's thoughts started to divert to a different path. The first time he suggested that she take other men into their bed, Arthur thought Molly might leave him with how angry she had gotten.
He could still easily remember how close Molly came to pulling her wand against him. That reaction made Arthur shut down further attempts until it reached a point where even Molly had to admit that the sex she was having with him wasn't good enough.
That was the start of everything. Arthur had been highly uncomfortable when Molly had first slept with another man. Still, as the years passed, he started to enjoy it and even looked forward to those times. It had become such a regular part of their lives that when Molly decided to stop after Ginny started giving them strange looks, Arthur was more saddened than his wife.
It took over a year after that to come to terms with the fact that they were getting older. Even if Molly looked as if she hadn't aged a day and had only grown more voluptuous from having multiple children. Arthur barely had a sex drive to speak of these days, and he figured even someone like Molly, who had always been insatiable, would slow down.
That was fine with Arthur. He and Molly had their fun, and now it was time to relax and enjoy life without worries, even if it was without sex.
That assumption was harshly broken when he saw Molly trying to swallow the cock of their daughter's fiancé. It made Arthur remember how much he loved seeing his beautiful Molly be a filthy whore.
Arthur loved it so much that he didn't even consider whose cock Molly had been sucking. It was only when Ginny came to the Burrow erupting with anger did he remember that the man who got his cock pleasured by Molly's talented mouth was going to be their son-in-law.
He had been too ashamed to show his face to Ginny when she stormed over and left Molly to deal with it alone. Arthur had already given up hopes of future repeats of what he saw at the engagement part. So when his wife happily told him of the deal she had made with their daughter, he was beyond ecstatic.
Since then, Arthur had seen Molly come home to him with a stomach bloated with Harry's seed almost daily. The best surprise was what he had seen yesterday in the kitchen after returning from a short trip to buy some groceries. Arthur couldn't contain himself when he saw Molly on the floor with her legs spread apart, revealing a beaten cunt leaking a copious amount of seed that had been freshly fucked into her.
For the first time since Molly had started to be a whore for Harry's cock, Arthur had fucked his wife. He had dropped his trousers and mounted his busty whore of a wife before slipping his cock into her cunt. Arthur shuddered at the feeling of Molly's creampied pussy and pounded away, noting that her canal was much looser than he expected. That realization only made Arthur fuck his exhausted wife even faster before dumping his meager load into the pool of cum already filling her pussy.
As for what Molly had done while Arthur was frantically rutting into her, she only smiled at the crazed look in his eyes and patted his back. Like he was something to be appeased with a pity fuck.
Arthur shook his head to get himself out of those spiraling thoughts. He had to focus on the present, especially with Harry about to turn around to walk into the house. Arthur already knew what would happen. Molly would be left a cum-covered wreck with a happy smile on her face.
The thing was, Arthur wasn't happy with that anymore. Not about Molly getting pounded silly again by Harry, but that he wouldn't be able to see it happen. Seeing his wife after she had been fucked silly was great, but watching it happen would be better.
"Harry!"
Harry could barely hold himself back from running to get inside The Burrow. Maybe it was because of Pansy's encouragement to not go without sex for long, or perhaps Pansy herself excited Harry more than he expected. Molly would be the beneficiary either way.
No matter how often he had been inside the redheaded MILF, he could never get enough. Harry initially thought he could give her a break today, but who told Molly to be so damn fuckable. And who told Ginny and Hermione to be unavailable.
Unfortunately, Arthur yelling Harry's name stopped him in his tracks. Apparently, nothing could kill his erection faster than the husband of the woman he was about to rail, especially when the husband was Arthur Weasley.
"Er, Mr. Weasley. I just came to… check on something."
Arthur closed the door of the shed behind him, unfazed by the weak excuse Harry gave him. He didn't care if Harry still felt awkward about the situation. Arthur would make him accept it.
"No, you're not, Harry. We both know why you're here. Molly told me you wouldn't come by today. What changed?"
Harry watched Arthur warily as he walked closer, almost expecting a punch to be thrown at him. That's what Harry would do, at the minimum, if he were Arthur.
"No matter," Arthur smiled as he slapped Harry's back, "Come on in! I feel like I haven't talked to you for a while."
"Uh, alright," Harry muttered as he followed Arthur. He was disappointed that he wouldn't get to have Molly today, but Harry couldn't exactly tell his future father-in-law to leave so he could fuck his wife.
"Molly has been raving about you, you know? She can't get enough of you recently." Arthur looked back when he heard a choking sound and asked with concern, "Are you alright, Harry?"
"Fine," Harry waved him off with a red face, "Just fine. What did Molly, er, Mrs. Weasley say?"
"Oh, you know what she said," Arthur chuckled, "My Molly has never had a lover quite as talented as you."
Harry realized where Ron must have got his tendencies. Arthur was talking about how well Harry fucked his wife like he was commenting on the weather.
"But I have an issue, Harry."
Harry blinked when Arthur suddenly stopped him right before they entered the house. He had only seen him this serious when he made Harry promise not to go searching for Sirius back in his third year.
"I understand," Harry sighed and nodded, "I won't visit Molly anymore."
"What? That's not what I have an issue with," Arthur sounded baffled about why Harry would think that, "Why would I want to deprive my Molly of something she loves doing?"
"… I'm lost, Mr. Weasley. What's the problem, then?"
"I've had to watch my Mollywobbles come home with your cum all over her body. It was dripping down her legs! I even had the pleasure yesterday to see her drooling with your cum on our kitchen floor."
Harry stepped back slightly when he noticed a manic look in Arthur's eyes.
"There is only one thing I'm missing out on. What do you think that is, Harry?" Arthur didn't give Harry any time to open his mouth before continuing, "That right. I haven't seen my Molly getting fucked like she deserves. It's always been after the fact. What could we do about that?"
Harry stared down Voldemort and felt less pressured than he was right now. Arthur seemed to want him to say something, but Harry was reluctant to encourage the line of thinking.
Ron was bad enough since he insisted on being present the next time Harry fucked Hermione. He didn't want Arthur to be the next to do the same. However, Harry couldn't exactly tell the man that he couldn't. What if Arthur suddenly became an obstacle to Harry's daily enjoyment of Molly Weasley's body?
"… I suppose we could make that happen."
Arthur laughed loudly and gave Harry another hard smack on the back. "I knew I could count on you, Harry! Now, I was thinking I could use a nifty little spell I used when Molly gave you a blowjob at the party. You wouldn't even notice I'm there."
"Is she alright with that?" Harry's first thought was to make sure Molly wouldn't be angry. It was necessary to keep Arthur content, but even more so with Molly. Harry was so concerned that he didn't register that Arthur just admitted that he had spied on him.
"Of course! I don't want my Molly to act unnaturally with me watching you two. The same for you. Treat her the same way you always do. Make my Molly squeal like the whore she is."
Harry was almost taken aback by the sheer lust emanating from Arthur as he called Molly a whore. Of course, Harry understood where he was coming from. Treating Molly like a Knockturn Alley whore had a special place in his heart.
"Arthur?" Molly yelled from inside the house, "Did you finally finish playing with the car? Honestly, I regret letting you keep the silly thing!"
Arthur lowered his voice and whispered, "Alright, I'm going to cast the spell. Pretend I'm not here, go inside, and treat my Molly right."
Harry watched Arthur point his wand at himself before he suddenly became much harder to detect. Arthur didn't completely disappear from Harry's senses. If he really tried, it would have been easy to find where Arthur was, but that might have been because Harry had been warned beforehand.
One thing was sure. Molly wouldn't find out.
Harry tried to put Arthur out of his mind, and he found that much easier when he opened the door to The Burrow. The woman waiting inside would make most wizards forget everything.
Molly was walking toward the entrance, her fiery red hair cascading down her shoulders in a messy curl. Her effortlessly attractive features were accentuated by her warm, brown eyes that sparkled with intelligence, reminding Harry of his lovely Ginny. But Molly immediately differentiated herself from her daughter with the massive amount of cleavage she was revealing in her hastily put-on shirt.
Harry was sure that the MILF wasn't baring a substantial amount of her tits on purpose, but he was perfectly fine with what he saw. Molly must have been in the middle of changing her clothes and hadn't buttoned up her shirt.
"Harry!" Molly froze in surprise, "I didn't think you would come over today."
Harry's cock was back at full mast, ready for what was to come. "And miss out on this view? Please, Molly, you and your massive breasts deserve my attention."
Molly blushed like a schoolgirl, acting like Harry complimented her eyes. "Oh, stop it. You're just saying that."
"You think so?" Harry pulled Molly closer without warning and rubbed his hard cock on her thighs, "Does it feel like I'm just saying that?"
Molly moaned when Harry grabbed two handfuls of her fat arse and mashed her tits to his chest. She could already feel her pussy dripping in arousal, impatient for the fat load of cum that would soon be deposited deep inside.
As Harry crashed his lips onto Molly's and thrust his tongue into the back of her mouth, he was vaguely aware of the door closing behind him.
That suddenly reminded Harry that Arthur was in the room. He was watching him snog Molly and grope her fat arse with no restraint. Harry felt his cock flag just a little before Molly started to suck on his tongue.
Harry immediately dismissed Arthur. The only person that existed in the room with him was the busty MILF with a fat arse that was begging to be pounded into. If her husband wanted to watch her experience that, Harry would consider that as the price of fucking Molly Weasley.
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