This is the second in a series of story. To fully appreciate this one, I suggest you read the first Betsy's Creampie - Rewritten.

Jeff and Lisa were at the lake with Betsy and me again last weekend. A few weeks ago, Jeff had turned Betsy's cunt into a gravid, aphrodisiacal cream pie. Now they were back and I wondered what excitement was in store for her and us.

It was showery and very fond this retiring weekend. We spent almost of the time on the covered back porch. Jeff had a beer while the girl drank their wine-coloured. No one actually spoke of last weekend. It was almost as if it never happened. Lisa never let on that her husband fucked my wife. They acted as if it never happened. Jeff didn't even hint at the carnal pleasures her had with my wife. I wondered if it was a onetime result, pushed to the back of everyone's mind. Forever to be thought of only when our thinker drifted to those deep, taboo sexual thoughts.

Both young woman were braless, wore tank tops and shorts that showed a lot of tanned, sexy branch. Betsy's top was yellowish and topped with pink lace. If she leaned forward, the low neck drooped and you could see her small but chirpy tits. Lisa had a blue top. No lace and it was tighter. It didn't droop when she bent over ; but, her nipples made a fine impression. Lisa has shoulder length grim hair. She is about the same summit, 5'5 ”, slightly fleshy and her tits are magnanimous than Betsy's B-cups but they don't seem as perky. Jeff is a few inches taller than me ; with the same athletic build but heavier.

The music was good and the beer and wine flowed freely. Eventually I tried to break the sexual tension. As Betsy set over, I made gossip about the great view down her shirt. Later, when Lisa went by, Jeff would comment about Lisa's corking tip under her shirt to mount on. As the day progressed and the John Barleycorn flowed, we started to make comments about each former's girls as well as our own. Both young lady played shy at kickoff ; but then played into it and seemed to bask giving Thomas More chance for remark. As we walked by each early, more brushing and touching took billet. First it was Jeff and Lisa, then Betsy and me. Soon Betsy and Lisa seemed to look for luck to sweep against each former's spouse.

Lisa asked me to go into the kitchen to serve her open another bottle of vino. At the parry, as I reached around her to take the bottle, she backed into me. I reached my munition around her to apprehend the feeding bottle. She pulled it to her chest, so my workforce rested against her knocker. With one bridge player she held the feeding bottle, with the other she took my hand and pushed it into her boob. She squeezed my right script so that it squeezed her right tit. I felt her nipple as it grew hard. She pulled my hand away and together we opened the bottle and poured another round.

We returned to the porch, I grabbed another beer for Jeff. We continued to talk and heed to the cartoon. Lisa got up to set the radio receiver ; Betsy walked over and picked up a plate of microchip from the board. Jeff was sitting across from me. Lisa walked behind Jeff and began to massage his articulatio humeri."Just what I needed, a substance from a sexy Lady. Does it come with a glad ending ?"Betsy laughed as she walked by and"tripped"and fell into Jeff's lap. She didn't spill the french fries ; but settled onto his lap.

"Do I get one too ?"Betsy said. She sat with her dorsum to him ; her wooden leg spread outside of his. I immediately thought of the last prison term he was between her legs and of the massive ointment pie he left there. As Jeff enjoyed his massage, he said,"of course of action you get one too"and began to rub Betsy's shoulders.

I sat across the deck of cards and could see and relish the whole show. Lisa's bridge player wandered down his breast and she rubbed with one hand and pinched a pap with the former. Lisa gave me a flash. Betsy took another sip of wine as Jeff's workforce explored More than her shoulder. First he moved to her back. After a short piece, his hands moved to her sides, from under her weaponry to the outside of her second joint. Lisa began to kiss and lick Jeff's neck opening and ears as her hands explored his soundbox. Soon, Betsy leaned back allowing Jeff's hands to get to the tops of her thighs and stomach. Betsy took another sip of wine, closed her eyes and leaned all the way back against Jeff's dresser. All three had their eyes closed, massaging each other to the rhythm of the medicine. Soon Jeff's hands were stroking Betsy's inner thighs ; occasionally gently dragging across her private parts. He kept his right hired hand between her leg and slowly moved his left one to her chest. He massaged her upper chest, and then let his finger circle one boob, then the other.

No one said a word but everyone's breathing seemed to get deeper. Lisa could no longer attain Jeff's bureau, so she rubbed Betsy's shoulder joint. Jeff grew bolder. As his left over hand worked its magic over her chest, it slipped under her loose shirt. His bridge player slowly worked its way up and I could see him draw outlines around her breast with his finger. Betsy was slowly rocking her hip back and forth ; her ass grinding into his private parts. Betsy's shorts were pulled up crocked against her pussy. I could see the outline of her lips through the slenderize fabric. Jeff's right hand stroked the edge of the second joint where it met her shorts. His deal was less than an inch from her pussy.

I enjoyed the show. Lisa must own grown tired of this or sensed that I craved tending too."Mind if I sit ?"she said. She walked to me and sat on my lap ; both of her legs to my left. This allowed her to stroke my breast and neck. My one-half put up tool stiffened.

"What's fair is fair"I said as I rubbed Lisa's back with my rectify hand and traced circles from her knee joint to the top of her shorts with my left hand. Lisa reached for her one-half total Methedrine. In one gulping, she finished the wine and placed the void glass on the table. She turned and kissed me severe on the backtalk. In a present moment, her tongue found my mouth and glossa. Her legs parted slightly. As we kissed, I could see Betsy and Jeff out of the box of my eye.

Jeff had pulled Betsy's top over her tits, fully exposing them. He teased and squeezed them. Her nipples were rock difficult.

Betsy pushed harder into him ; her ass ground against his turncock."This feels familiar ; I wonder where have I felt this before ?"She said wistfully.

Jeff's right helping hand rubbed Betsy's crotch hard. Soon one, then two finger pushed the unconvincing short cloth to the English. He had free access to her twat. He seemed to be teasing her, not allowing wide-cut penetration. Betsy's hands were between his ramification. Jeff slid lower in the chair, allowing her approach to his stopcock. As she slid, Jeff's hired man could no longer achieve her genital organ so he undid the top release of her shorts and slid his fingers under the waistcloth. Soon, second and tertiary push button were undone. Because he recently fucked her, he knew that her George H.W. Bush was cropped into a short landing strip just above her clit and her lips were shaved. I couldn't state how far his finger reached ; but Betsy was getting hotter and my cock harder watching.

Betsy reached for her wine and took a big gulp. Normally shy, button-down Betsy pulled her tank top completely off and dropped it to the deck. She stood up, turned to Jeff. She spread his legs and dropped to her knee between them. Her boxershorts were low and lax around her articulatio coxae and second joint ; showing the crack of her ass and tops of her boldness. Her men started massaging his bureau and then worked down to his shorts. Betsy pulled the push button open and ripped the zip down. She tugged the short from under his ass and then off. She dropped them by her tank top. His circumcised turncock was fully put up. It seemed long than mine ; maybe seven or 7 1/2 inches but definitely not as thick. The head was dumpy, the same diameter as his shaft. He didn't trim his bush or shave his clod. Betsy wrapped her bridge player around the shaft and slowly started to stroke it."This does look familiar"she growled. Betsy kissed and licked his interior thighs ; her eyes fixed on his hawkshaw. She was having some job with the hair from his clod in her sassing. She pulled a tomentum from her oral cavity, the continued to bat his balls.

As far as I know, Betsy hadn't been with another devotee since we were married until Jeff fucked her and creamed her cunt a few week ago. In the past tense, we talked about it, fantasized and persona played about her with 2 or 3 rooster. I've never seen her with another lover ; man or adult female. This was scary, wild and very exciting. What would she do ? What would she try ? Would she do the things she does to me or try something unlike ? Would Lisa and I join or just be voyeurs ? In our fancy, Betsy always let the other lover ( dildo or vibrator ) fuck her pussy or ass. She said that she wouldn't suck another peter or immerse his load ; that was too"personal"and saved her blowjobs for me. Betsy was very experienced at giving foreland. She must hold practiced all of her life before she met me. She gives the best blast problem that I ever had and often suck my stopcock dry ; swallowing every drop. That seemed to be changing before my heart. Would she fluff him ? Would she let him cum in her back talk ? Would she unsay his load ? Is it a new doorway opening ? Would there be others ?

Lisa was still sitting on my lap. We turned slightly so we both could catch Betsy kneeling between Jeff's legs, stroking his dick and licking his chunk. Betsy nibbled on his globe sack ; then took one ball into her mouth and sucked on it. She was gentle at first ; but sucked harder as she stroked his jibe. Jeff seemed sensitive to her sucking. Maybe it was new to him. Soon she had both testicle in her mouth. Her paw stroked his cock slowly, as if to excite him but hold him from cumming. I waited to see if and how she would suck his cock.

Lisa turned and straddled my legs with her spinal column to me as Betsy had sat on Jeff's. Taking a cue from them I ran my hands over her tits. I could experience her stiff nipples through the fabric. Lisa's ass dry land hard against my cock. A thought flashed through my nous."Does she like anal ?"Betsy and I have tried it. My rooster has always been too thick for her. She often likes my fingerbreadth and glossa around her ass and sometimes in it. My right hand moved to Lisa's stage, thighs and the bottom of her drawers. It's tight against her twat. I ran my finger's breadth around her thighs and up and down her cunt through her shorts. The crotch of her drawers was damp.

Betsy stood up and wiggled her ass ; her shorts fell to the deck of cards. She turned to us and flashed us a blanket smile. She enjoyed the attention the 3 of us were giving her. Her President Bush was trimmed tight ; her bare, wet pussy backtalk were exposed for Lisa and me to see.

"Are you enjoying this as much as I am ?"Betsy said. Her left hand rubbed her moist snatch. She spread her succus, coating her rigorous pussy. Betsy turned to Jeff ;"I want you to sleep with me !"She turned, spread her legs and inched her way back to Jeff. His cock stood fully erect. She lowered herself onto his surd rooster. She braced herself on the arm of the chair with one hand. With the early she held Jeff's cock and rubbed the head against her wet puss, coating it with her juices."Give me that cock now ”. Even with lube, it's hard to slide my turncock into Betsy's slit. It takes a while to scatter her intimate pussy. She lowered herself onto Jeff's tool. She didn't hesitate. She closed her eyes, let out a whispered sigh and lowered herself in one move until he was fully in her ; his balls tight to her clit. Maybe because his cock wasn't as thick that it slid in so easily. Maybe she was really wet and primed. I don't know. All I know is that the extra length of his hammer didn't retard her down. She took it all and impaled her cunt on his dick. She doesn't often ride my cock in a reverse cowgirl position ; but it was perfect for this. Lisa and I got to see her cheek, tits and snatch while she was getting fucked.

It's not often that a man can watch another man fuck his own married woman. There was something perversely incorrectly ; but very exciting to watch out. I stared at Betsy's spread pussy lips, split panoptic by Jeff's throbbing member. I never seen Betsy even making out with anyone or getting felt up before. Now I was watching her fuck Jeff. I've never had this view of Betsy having sex. Even watching ourselves in the mirror didn't get me this hard. Any shyness she ever had disappeared.

They sat motionless enjoying the firstly, late insight of her hot twat. Jeff's hand were on her tits ; cupping them. Betsy's middle were fixed on Lisa while her hands were between her legs, holding Jeff's orb.

"Fuck me, lie with me"Betsy repeated. Lisa and I watched with fascination as his long cock disappeared fully into her slit and then reappeared. Betsy's pussy easily devoured the replete length of his turncock as he thrust it into her. Again she lowered herself onto his manhood. She let out a gentle moan as he fully penetrated her. She rolled her pelvic arch, swirling his dick in her tight, wet muddle. Her juices flowed from her pussy. Her lips glistened with the juice from her love hole as a few drop curtain ran across his balls.

While they began to fuck, united with his putz deep in her, I let my hands explore Lisa. I haven't felt up another charwoman since before Betsy and I were married. I was tingly, almost like a virgin. I pulled Lisa's shirt over her head ; she helped and let it drop. Her knocker were magnanimous and sagged more than than I imagined. Her tits were Caucasian, her areolas large and lightheaded Robert Brown and her teat were the same Robert Brown colouring material. Her nipple were boastfully and hard ; the size of a pencil eraser. My bridge player unbuttoned her shorts and I pulled the zipper apart. My right mitt cupped her right tit. The fingers of my exit manus easily slid into her loosen boxers. My fingers reached her bush. Like Betsy, she seems to dress it. Her pubic hair was closely cropped. It seemed to mold a Triangle ; the top wider and the derriere narrow and seemed to point at her clit. I slid my left helping hand over her clit to her pussy. Her lips were shaved and her cunt was soaked in her juices. Dipping my finger in her wet, slippery sex succus, I stroked her lips upward trough I reached her button. I parted the cowl and coated Lisa's clit with her own succus. My right wing handwriting massaged one tit, then the other. I teased her white meat and saved her mammilla till later. Her consistence wasn't as fit as Betsy's but it was new and unlike. My cock throbbed against Lisa's ass. She leaned back against my chest. I kissed and licked her neck and ears. My lead heart finger slowly worked her cunt succus on to her clit."donjon going"she said as her ass squirmed and her legs spreadhead wider. Her shorts slid down a few in ; it confirmed my belief of her pubic hair. It was sullen, closely work and in the form of an upside down triangle pointing to her clitoris. She was getting bed wetter and was letting out a slight moan. She didn't try to remove her shorts, so I continued to massage her soft tit and gruelling, wet clitoris."finger's breadth eff me"Lisa moaned.

Betsy massaged Jeff's balls and started to slowly rock her hips, rotating her slit on his rooster. She rubbed his egg against her button. Jeff was watching me fingering his wife. He had a grinning on his face. Was it from the fucking that Betsy was giving him or watching his hot wife enjoying herself with another man ? He was slowly massaging Betsy's tits and pinching her nipples. Their tempo increased and we heard some damp moans ; probably from both of them. Neither had their eyes open any Thomas More, they were lost in their own blissful sexcapade. Could it be another magnanimous cream pie for Betsy ? It seems like I would soon know.

Lisa was content with my bridge player on her. Her ass ground against my cock and she stroked my second joint ; but she made no endeavor to go further. Lisa's eyes were glued to Jeff's cock as it was splitting Betsy'cunt. I hadn't had sex with anyone but Betsy in over 30 years. However, I was depicted object with this new experience. I was massaging Lisa's titmouse and fingering her cunt as Betsy was fucking Lisa's husband in straw man of us.

I'm not sure who started to cum first, Betsy or Jeff. Soon she was bouncing up and down, taking his putz almost fully out of her pussy before dropping hard on it till her clit hit his Ball. Her left hand rubbed her clit back and forth. Her right hand steadied herself and she bounced faster and faster. Soon they were both cumming hard in noisy ecstasy. They continued cumming for what seemed ilk 10 bit. His Andrew Dickson White cum oozed from her pussy in a thick, bubbling soapsuds. They slowed to a stop with his cock fully in her wet cunt.

Lisa was hot ; but I teased and slowed to stay fresh her from going over the boundary to orgasm. Suddenly Jeff pushed Betsy to her base. He took her by the hand to the support room rug. He lay on his backrest with his knees up and, with Betsy facing him, pulled her to her knees, above his facial expression. This calendar week he was going to feast on her cream pie. Lisa and I could barely see them. Lisa leaned forward and stood up. My fingers almost got stuck in her pussy. As she stood up, she let her shorts cliff to the trading floor. Lisa reached for my hand, dripping wet from her succus, and led me to the keep room. I expected her to remain to look out and maybe sit on my lap. Lisa loosened my short pants and pulled them down and off. My pecker was hard ; however I wasn't sure what she really wanted. Lisa faced Jeff, dropped to her knee between Jeff's knee. She still had my handwriting and pulled me down behind her. Lisa bent down on all four-spot, reached between her legs with her right hand and grabbed my erect cock.

"As they say, what's fair is fair. Fuck me"She said as she pulled my cock to her dripping wet pussy and rubbed it against her to lube me up. Then she guided me into her snatch. She was tight and I pressed until the principal was past her lips. Lisa bent forward toward Jeff's putz. It was half erect and coated in a creamy mixture of his cum and Betsy's slit succus. She started to lap up his Lucille Ball as Betsy had done.

What a wad this was. I was on my genu, fucking Lisa, Jeff's wife, doggy style, Lisa licking Jeff's cock and lapping the combination of his cum and Betsy's twat succus and Jeff, licking his own cum from Betsy's creamy, ointment pie cunt.

Watching Jeff and Betsy turned me on more than any porno movie I've ever seen. Watching him meet her kitty-cat with his spermatozoan as they both orgasmed was magnificent. Now I got to catch her creamy twat eaten by the man who filled her. As Betsy knelt above his face I could see his cum dripping from her into his back talk. His tongue reached upward, probing, hunting for more of their sweet nectar. Betsy would bring down herself onto his tongue then draw up, leaving a roach of cum uniting them. Jeff devoured it quickly.

Lisa was no slouch in the BJ section. She licked Jeff's clod and cock, then seemed to deep throat his semifinal erect 7"cock with no effort. Jeff's mouth knew its way around a kitty-cat and seemed easy and bore to eat the cream pie he baked in Betsy's hot snatch. Betsy was rocking her cunt back and forth into Jeff's mouth and her hands were massaging her own tits.

Lisa's cunt was still very tight. My John Rock intemperately dick couldn't push Sir Thomas More than the forefront into her dripping hole. She pushed against my tool but it couldn't be forced in. I took my cock into my bridge player and pushed it up and down her pussycat from her button to her ass, coating it in her juices ; then tried to enter. No luck.

Jeff was hard again. Lisa had soundly oral proficiency. Lisa reached between her legs and wrapped her hand around my barb. Then, to my surprise, she positioned the head against her asshole."nookie my ass"She said as she pushed back and, it started to slide in. The head slid in and I stopped to see her response. Lisa pushed harder, ramming my cock into her ass until my Ball hit her clit.

"God !"Lisa gasped"You're so thick ; you're going to break up my ass wide open ”.

Betsy heard that, turned and smiled at me.

Once in, I reached around and found Lisa's wet clit with my compensate hand and her left tit with the other. Her reply was contiguous. She racked her pelvis and my cock would pull out slightly then dip into her dulcet ass."Fuck me…. Fuck me ”. She started slowly and gained impulse."Give my stringent ass a right intemperately fucking"

Jeff pushed Betsy back from his face. I think he was being smothered. He pushed her back until her cunt was against his hammer. He wanted to fuck her again. Lisa pushed harder into me. Her mouthpiece gave way to Betsy's kidnapping. Betsy slowly lowered herself onto Jeff's 7"dick until it was again inhumed deep in her. This fourth dimension, his balls were tight against her sweet ass."Fuck my cunt"Betsy said as she bounced up and down riding his cock as he squeezed her boob. She braced her hands on his bureau to help continue the rhythm.

Lisa was close to cumming. She pounded her ass against me and my Ball hit my digit on her clit. She let out a prospicient, loud moan as she came, I exploded my first base payload deep into her ass. Soon she pressed my fingers against her clit to hold back the action. Her bucking slowed as I got softer.

Hearing Lisa cum pushed Jeff over the edge. He let out a growl as he filled Betsy with her irregular creamy load of the day. Betsy didn't cum again but slowed as he must make grown gentle. Lisa pulled her ass away from my cock. She had a nice cream pie dripping from her ass down to her pussy. She scooted on her knees and straddled Jeff's head. She wanted Jeff to eat my anal pick pie filling.

Betsy turned to me. She took my hand and crawled to the sofa. Betsy lay on her back with one base on the coffee table and one on the flooring. Her pussy lips were all-encompassing afford and a bombastic dollop of cum filled the vacancy. She pulled me closelipped then guided my head between her open snatch mouth. The aroma was warm. The feel of his endorsement warhead of pungent, embarrassing Andrew Dickson White cum mixed with her sweet snatch juice filled my nostrils. I was apprehensive. Sometimes I don't want to taste emollient after I've cum. Would it be as well as the first of his ointment pies that I ate ? Just as before, I kissed her clitoris and puss with a closed mouth. I felt his tender load against my backtalk and face. Betsy's slit was slippery in cum. She liked the feeling and I continued to kiss her from clit to ass."Eat me ; eat my fucking cum filled snatch. taste our cum"Eat every driblet of his cum from my fucking pussy hole ”.

Jeff must experience been doing a sound job. Lisa was rubbing her cunt and ass all over Jeff's typeface ; his hired hand on her tits. I could hear him slurping up my onus as he ate Lisa's ass and pussy. The more he ate, the more she talked."Eat my ass. biff up every drop of cum from my muddied gob. He stretched my tight ass and filled it for you to eat. Bury your glossa in my cum filled hole."She was getting louder as she approached another orgasm. Lisa turned and began to 69 with Jeff."Betsy's cunt juice taste perception good with your cum"she said as she sucked his cock deep in her throat.

I could see Lisa's ass and cunt as Jeff ate her out. I opened my oral cavity and licked Betsy's cum soaked clit. The taste was just as before. The taste was salty, tangy and gluey as I slowly lapped up the cream. I took a finger's breadth and coated it with cum. I began to slide it into her ass as my pussy eating intensify. I lost horse sense of what I was doing. I started to eat her emollient pie like a starving man. I didn't just push the cum against her open pussy ; I gulped the cum and sucked on her clit and lips ; my finger fucked her besotted ass. Betsy was arching her backrest and grinding her pussy into my face and mouth. I heard both Lisa and Betsy cumming as they were both being eaten. The both squealed as the came ; their hips grinding their ointment pies into us. Soon both little girl stopped. Betsy pulled my top dog and held it tight against her cunt but stopped the drive. Lisa collapsed on Jeff and they both lay motionless. All four of us rested our sexually spent eubstance. The four of us lay motionless, breathing in the scent of hot sex.

Eventually, without lots talking, Betsy and I took exhibitor together in the downstairs privy while they used the upstairs. The four of us went to our way to rest ; maybe for supper or maybe for round # 2. We will see… .