Arnold used her pussy cream for a more thorough fuck. He stepped on her face with his big foot, and fucked her pussy even harder now. She held his ankle and kept moaning for him. Lucas thought she would suffocate for a moment, but she kept moaning and begging.
“Harder, harder,” she cried.
“Yeah, now tell hubby who owns this pussy,” Arnold said, and fucked her brutally.
“Big D…” she whispered.
“Come on, say it,” he insisted.
“Big D owns my pussy…”
“Louder!”
“Big D owns my pussy!” she shouted.
After an entire hour of raw, hardcore, sweaty extra-marital sex, Arnold increased the pace to a ridiculous velocity, really ravaging Amanda’s perfect pussy with his immense schlong, and finally burst into a long orgasm, filling her up to the brim. She spasmed and creamed as well, in a wave of deep pleasure.
He finished ejaculating inside her, and then grabbed her waist and massaged her back, moving his big hands over her shiny skin.
“Fuck, that’s some quality pussy,” he said.
“That was incredible, thank you,” she mumbled.
“Good girl.” He slapped her ass in approval.
Arnold stood up and entered the bathroom. As his loud stream hit the toilet, Lucas looked at Amanda’s face. She stared back at him and smirked, then she looked at his crotch.
Lucas looked down and noticed a wet patch.
“Oops,” she said and chuckled.
“Are you okay?” Lucas heard himself ask.
“I’m… a little sore…” she said. “Are you mad at me?”
“I… I love you,” he replied.
“I love you too, honey!” she moaned.
When Arnold came back into the room, he walked toward Lucas, his big softie swinging like a pendulum, and he tapped Lucas on the shoulder.
“Thanks for sharing your wife, chump. I appreciate it,” he said.
“You’re welcome sir,” Lucas let out.
Arnold laughed, then walked back to Amanda and sat on the side of the bed.
“Are you okay, sweetheart?”
“You really worked me…” she replied.
“Come here, I’ll help you relax,” he said and grabbed her, and threw her over his shoulder like a rag doll.
“What are you doing?” she slapped his back and giggled.
Arnold turned to Lucas and snapped his fingers.
“Bring us some champagne.”
Lucas took a minute to regain his composure. Now soft, he cleaned himself in the bathroom, and then walked downstairs, and into the kitchen. He heard the sound of laughter and giggling from the patio. He grabbed a bottle of champagne and two glasses, and walked outside.
Arnold and Amanda relaxed inside the hot tub in the corner, with bubbles and steam dancing around their bodies. His big arm around her, caressing her skin and kissing her neck. She leaned onto his hairy chest, holding his arm, and they french-kissed for a while.
“Thanks, buddy,” said Arnold, finally noticing Lucas.
They grabbed the champagne, chuckled at each other, and relaxed in the hot tub for a long time. Lucas sat down on the lounge chair nearby and observed them, feeling a mixture of excitement and jealousy. They looked sexy together, like they were made to fuck, and Lucas was there just to pave the way for them.
After a while, Arnold played with her naked tits, and she sat on top of him, and they hugged and kissed each other some more. She grabbed his manly face, and let him suck her wet breasts. Then a minute later he was inside her again.
They grunted and moaned, and started a slow, delicious sex under the steaming bubbles, massaging each other’s genitals. He whispered dirty things in her ear, commanding her to ride his cock. She was jumping on him endlessly. And Lucas kept watching in silence, touching his boner under the wet fabric.