This is the secondment in a series of stories. To fully treasure 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 bombastic, sexy pick pie. Now they were back and I wondered what excitement was in depot for her and us.

It was rainy and very strong this past weekend. We spent most of the sentence on the covered back porch. Jeff had a beer while the daughter drank their wine. No one actually rung of lowest weekend. It was almost as if it never happened. Lisa never let on that her husband fucked my married woman. They acted as if it never happened. Jeff didn't even tip at the carnal pleasures her had with my wife. I wondered if it was a erstwhile issue, pushed to the back of everyone's judgement. Forever to be thought of only when our minds drifted to those deep, taboo sexual thoughts.

Both girls were braless, wore tankful meridian and drawers that showed a lot of tanned, sexy legs. Betsy's top was yellow and topped with garden pink lacing. If she leaned forward, the low neck opening drooped and you could see her small but perky tits. Lisa had a spicy top. No lace and it was tighter. It didn't droop when she bent over ; but, her tit made a fine mental picture. Lisa has shoulder length black hair. She is about the same height, 5'5 ”, slightly grave and her tits are larger than Betsy's B-cups but they don't seem as perky. Jeff is a few column inch taller than me ; with the same acrobatic shape but sound.

The medicine was good and the beer and wine-colored flowed freely. Eventually I tried to bankrupt the sexual tension. As Betsy bent-grass over, I made gossip about the bang-up purview down her shirt. Later, when Lisa went by, Jeff would comment about Lisa's great blossom under her shirt to climb on. As the day progressed and the booze flowed, we started to shit input about each early's young lady as well as our own. Both miss played shy at low ; but then played into it and seemed to enjoy giving more chance for remark. As we walked by each other, more brushing and touching took home. First it was Jeff and Lisa, then Betsy and me. Soon Betsy and Lisa seemed to look for chance to brush against each former's spouse.

Lisa asked me to go into the kitchen to serve her open air another bottleful of wine-coloured. At the sideboard, as I reached around her to take the bottle, she backed into me. I reached my arms around her to grasp the bottle. She pulled it to her chest, so my script rested against her tits. With one hand she held the nursing bottle, with the other she took my hired man and pushed it into her tits. She squeezed my right hand 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 feeding bottle and poured another round.

We returned to the porch, I grabbed another beer for Jeff. We continued to talk and listen to the toons. Lisa got up to adjust the radio ; Betsy walked over and picked up a home of chips from the table. Jeff was sitting across from me. Lisa walked behind Jeff and began to rub down his shoulder joint."Just what I needed, a message from a sexy lady. Does it come with a happy ending ?"Betsy laughed as she walked by and"tripped"and fell into Jeff's lap. She didn't spill the chipping ; but settled onto his lap.

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

I sat across the deck and could see and enjoy the whole show. Lisa's hands wandered down his chest of drawers and she rubbed with one hand and pinched a nipple with the other. Lisa gave me a New York minute. Betsy took another sip of wine as Jeff's script explored more than her berm. First he moved to her dorsum. After a short piece, his mitt moved to her sides, from under her munition to the exterior of her second joint. Lisa began to kiss and lick Jeff's cervix and ears as her workforce explored his body. Soon, Betsy leaned back allowing Jeff's deal to get hold of the meridian of her thighs and breadbasket. Betsy took another sip of wine, closed her optic and leaned all the way back against Jeff's chest. All three had their eyes closed, massaging each former to the beat of the music. Soon Jeff's hands were stroking Betsy's internal thighs ; occasionally gently dragging across her fork. He kept his right-hand bridge player between her legs and slowly moved his impart one to her bureau. He massaged her upper chest, and then let his finger's breadth circle one breast, then the early.

No one said a Good Book but everyone's breathing seemed to get deeper. Lisa could no longer give Jeff's chest, so she rubbed Betsy's berm. Jeff grew bolder. As his left bridge player worked its magic over her dresser, it slipped under her escaped shirt. His script slowly worked its way up and I could see him draw lineation around her pap with his finger. Betsy was slowly rocking her hip back and Forth ; her ass abrasion into his crotch. Betsy's boxershorts were pulled up pixilated against her pussycat. I could see the outline of her back talk through the thin fabric. Jeff's mightily hand stroked the edge of the thighs where it met her shorts. His hand was LE than an inch from her pussy.

I enjoyed the show. Lisa must have grown tired of this or sensed that I craved attention 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 chest and neck opening. My half erect cock stiffened.

"What's fair is fair"I said as I rubbed Lisa's back with my right helping hand and traced circles from her knee to the top of her shorts with my left hand. Lisa reached for her half wax chalk. In one gulp, she finished the wine and placed the hollow drinking glass on the board. She turned and kissed me hard on the backtalk. In a present moment, her natural language found my mouth and knife. Her legs parted slightly. As we kissed, I could see Betsy and Jeff out of the corner of my eye.

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

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

Jeff's correct hand rubbed Betsy's crotch hard. Soon one, then two fingers pushed the flimsy short material to the side. He had justify access to her slit. He seemed to be teasing her, not allowing good penetration. Betsy's mitt were between his leg. Jeff slid lower in the chair, allowing her access to his shaft. As she slid, Jeff's helping hand could no longer attain her genitals so he undid the top button of her shorts and skid his digit under the cincture. Soon, second and one-third clitoris were undone. Because he recently fucked her, he knew that her bush was cropped into a curt landing strip just above her clit and her back talk were shaved. I couldn't differentiate how far his fingerbreadth reached ; but Betsy was getting hotter and my cock harder watching.

Betsy reached for her vino and took a big gulp. Normally shy, bourgeois Betsy pulled her storage tank top completely off and dropped it to the deck. She stood up, turned to Jeff. She spread his legs and dropped to her knees between them. Her short were low and relax around her hips and thigh ; showing the quip of her ass and tops of her brass. Her hired man started massaging his chest and then worked down to his shorts. Betsy pulled the clitoris open and ripped the zipper down. She tugged the drawers from under his ass and then off. She dropped them by her tank top. His circumcised cock was fully rear. It seemed longer than mine ; maybe seven or 7 1/2 inches but definitely not as midst. The fountainhead was squatty, the same diameter as his shaft. He didn't trim his bush or shave his clump. Betsy wrapped her hand around the shaft and slowly started to stroke it."This does attend familiar"she growled. Betsy kissed and licked his inner thighs ; her middle fixed on his dick. She was having some job with the hair from his chunk in her back talk. She pulled a hair from her mouth, the continued to clobber his balls.

As far as I know, Betsy hadn't been with another lover since we were married until Jeff fucked her and creamed her cunt a few calendar week ago. In the past, we talked about it, fantasized and theatrical role played about her with 2 or 3 cocks. I've never seen her with another lover ; man or fair sex. This was scary, wild and very stir. What would she do ? What would she try ? Would she do the matter she does to me or try something different ? Would Lisa and I join or just be voyeurs ? In our fantasy, Betsy always let the other lover ( dildo or vibrator ) fuck her kitty-cat or ass. She said that she wouldn't suck another turncock or get down his load ; that was too"personal"and saved her blowjobs for me. Betsy was very experienced at giving head. She must give birth practiced all of her life-time before she met me. She gives the best blow chore that I ever had and often suction my cock dry ; swallowing every bead. That seemed to be changing before my eyes. Would she louse up him ? Would she let him cum in her oral fissure ? Would she withdraw his load ? Is it a new room access opening ? Would there be others ?

Lisa was still sitting on my lap. We turned slightly so we both could take in Betsy kneeling between Jeff's legs, stroking his dick and licking his balls. Betsy nibbled on his musket ball sack ; then took one chunk into her mouth and sucked on it. She was gentle at offset ; but sucked harder as she stroked his rotating shaft. Jeff seemed sensitive to her suck. Maybe it was new to him. Soon she had both balls in her rima oris. Her hand stroked his cock slowly, as if to excite him but keep him from cumming. I waited to see if and how she would suck up his cock.

Lisa turned and straddled my legs with her back to me as Betsy had sat on Jeff's. Taking a cue from them I ran my men over her tits. I could experience her remains nipple through the fabric. Lisa's ass ground hard against my cock. A thought flashed through my nous."Does she like anal ?"Betsy and I have tried it. My cock has always been too thick for her. She often likes my finger's breadth and tongue around her ass and sometimes in it. My right hand hand moved to Lisa's leg, second joint and the bottom of her boxershorts. It's tight against her puss. I ran my fingers around her thigh and up and down her twat through her shorts. The crotch of her shorts was damp.

Betsy stood up and wiggled her ass ; her shortstop fell to the deck. She turned to us and flashed us a encompassing smile. She enjoyed the tending the 3 of us were giving her. Her bush was trimmed tight ; her bare, wet pussy backtalk were exposed for Lisa and me to see.

"Are you enjoying this as practically as I am ?"Betsy said. Her lead hand rubbed her moist slit. She spread her succus, coating her pissed pussy. Betsy turned to Jeff ;"I want you to fuck me !"She turned, spread her leg and inched her way back to Jeff. His cock stood fully erect. She lowered herself onto his knockout cock. She braced herself on the arm of the chair with one hired man. With the former she held Jeff's rooster and rubbed the head against her wet twat, coating it with her juice."leave me that peter now ”. Even with lubricator, it's heavily to slide my shaft into Betsy's cunt. It takes a piece to spread her inner pussy. She lowered herself onto Jeff's cock. She didn't hesitate. She closed her eyes, let out a whispered sigh and lowered herself in one motion 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 excess length of his cock didn't slow up her down. She took it all and impaled her cunt on his shaft. She doesn't often ride my peter in a blow cowgirl office ; but it was utter for this. Lisa and I got to see her look, tits and cunt while she was getting fucked.

It's not often that a man can watch another man fuck his own wife. There was something perversely awry ; but very exciting to see. I stared at Betsy's spread pussy back talk, split full by Jeff's throbbing penis. I never seen Betsy even making out with anyone or getting felt up before. Now I was watching her ass Jeff. I've never had this sight of Betsy having sex. Even watching ourselves in the mirror didn't get me this tough. Any shyness she ever had disappeared.

They sat motionless enjoying the commencement, deep penetration of her hot slit. Jeff's men were on her tits ; cupping them. Betsy's eyes were fixed on Lisa while her hands were between her legs, holding Jeff's chunk.

"screwing me, fuck me"Betsy repeated. Lisa and I watched with enthrallment as his long putz disappeared fully into her pussy and then reappeared. Betsy's cunt easily devoured the full length of his cock as he thrust it into her. Again she lowered herself onto his manhood. She let out a soft moan as he fully penetrated her. She rolled her rosehip, swirling his dick in her tight, wet jam. Her succus flowed from her pussy. Her brim glistened with the juice from her love hole as a few dip ran across his balls.

While they began to fuck, united with his tool deep in her, I let my helping hand 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 teacher ; she helped and let it drop. Her tits were larger and sagged more than I imagined. Her tits were blank, her areolas large and calorie-free Robert Brown and her tit were the Lapplander brown color. Her mamilla were large and strong ; the sizing of a pencil eraser. My hands unbuttoned her boxershorts and I pulled the slide fastener apart. My right hand cupped her right tit. The fingers of my left hand easily slid into her loosened shorts. My fingers reached her bush. Like Betsy, she seems to trim it. Her pubic whisker was closely cropped. It seemed to work a triangle ; the top wider and the bottom narrow and seemed to point at her clitoris. I slid my left handwriting over her clit to her pussy. Her lips were shaved and her cunt was soaked in her juice. Dipping my finger in her wet, slippery sex juices, I stroked her lips upward till I reached her clit. I parted the hood and coated Lisa's clit with her own succus. My decently helping hand massaged one tit, then the other. I teased her breasts and saved her nipples till later. Her consistency wasn't as fit as Betsy's but it was new and different. My cock throbbed against Lisa's ass. She leaned back against my chest. I kissed and licked her neck and spike. My lead middle digit slowly worked her cunt juice on to her clit."Keep going"she said as her ass squirmed and her legs spread wider. Her shorts slid down a few in ; it confirmed my stamp of her bush. It was obscure, closely range and in the soma of an top down triangle pointing to her clit. She was getting wetter and was letting out a slight moan. She didn't try to absent her shorts, so I continued to massage her gentle tits and intemperate, wet button."Finger fuck me"Lisa moaned.

Betsy massaged Jeff's balls and started to slowly rock her hips, rotating her cunt on his cock. She rubbed his balls against her clit. Jeff was watching me fingering his wife. He had a smile on his expression. Was it from the screw that Betsy was giving him or watching his hot wife enjoying herself with another man ? He was slowly massaging Betsy's mammilla and pinching her nipples. Their pace increased and we heard some muffled groan ; probably from both of them. Neither had their middle open any more, they were lost in their own blissful sexcapade. Could it be another big cream pie for Betsy ? It seems like I would soon know.

Lisa was content with my hand on her. Her ass flat coat against my peter and she stroked my thighs ; but she made no effort to go further. Lisa's centre were glued to Jeff's cock as it was splitting Betsy'cunt. I hadn't had sex with anyone but Betsy in over 30 age. However, I was content with this new experience. I was massaging Lisa's boob and fingering her pussy as Betsy was fucking Lisa's husband in front end of us.

I'm not sure who started to cum first, Betsy or Jeff. Soon she was bouncing up and down, taking his cock almost fully out of her pussy before dropping hard on it till her clitoris hit his orchis. Her go away hired man 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 XTC. They continued cumming for what seemed alike 10 minutes. His ashen cum oozed from her kitty in a thick, frothy stew. They slowed to a stop with his cock fully in her wet cunt.

Lisa was hot ; but I teased and slowed to keep her from going over the edge to orgasm. Suddenly Jeff pushed Betsy to her animal foot. He took her by the hand to the life room rug. He lay on his back with his knees up and, with Betsy facing him, pulled her to her knees, above his face. This week he was going to feast on her cream pie. Lisa and I could barely see them. Lisa leaned forward and stood up. My finger almost got stuck in her cunt. As she stood up, she let her short-change drop to the floor. Lisa reached for my hand, dripping wet from her succus, and led me to the animation way. I expected her to continue to look on and maybe sit on my lap. Lisa loosened my shortstop and pulled them down and off. My hammer was hard ; however I wasn't sure what she really wanted. Lisa faced Jeff, dropped to her knees between Jeff's knees. She still had my deal and pulled me down behind her. Lisa bent down on all Little Joe, reached between her ramification with her right handwriting and grabbed my vertical cock.

"As they say, what's bazaar is honest. nooky me"She said as she pulled my putz to her dripping wet pussy and rubbed it against her to lube me up. Then she guided me into her snatch. She was nasty and I pressed until the header was past her brim. Lisa bent forward toward Jeff's cock. It was half erect and coated in a creamy mixture of his cum and Betsy's cunt juices. She started to figure out his balls as Betsy had done.

What a sight this was. I was on my knees, fucking Lisa, Jeff's wife, doggy elan, Lisa licking Jeff's tool and lapping the combination of his cum and Betsy's puss juice and Jeff, licking his own cum from Betsy's creamy, cream pie cunt.

Watching Jeff and Betsy turned me on more than any porno movie I've ever seen. Watching him fill her kitty with his sperm as they both orgasmed was magnificent. Now I got to watch her creamy pussy eaten by the man who filled her. As Betsy knelt above his face I could see his cum dripping from her into his mouth. His glossa reached upward, probing, hunting for more of their unfermented nectar. Betsy would lower herself onto his tongue then pull up, leaving a rope of cum uniting them. Jeff devoured it quickly.

Lisa was no slouch in the BJ department. She licked Jeff's orchis and cock, then seemed to deep throat his rig erect 7"cock with no effort. Jeff's mouth knew its way around a pussy and seemed comfortable and eager 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 deal were massaging her own tits.

Lisa's cunt was still very loaded. My rock candy hard cock couldn't push more than the pass into her drop yap. She pushed against my dick but it couldn't be forced in. I took my cock into my hired man and pushed it up and down her pussy from her clit to her ass, coating it in her succus ; then tried to enter. No luck.

Jeff was hard again. Lisa had good viva voce technique. Lisa reached between her peg and wrapped her hand around my cock. Then, to my surprise, she positioned the head against her asshole."piece of ass my ass"She said as she pushed back and, it started to skid in. The foreland slid in and I stopped to see her reaction. Lisa pushed harder, ramming my rooster into her ass until my balls hit her clitoris.

"God !"Lisa gasped"You're so thick ; you're going to split my ass wide unfold ”.

Betsy heard that, turned and smiled at me.

Once in, I reached around and found Lisa's wet clit with my right helping hand and her left nipple with the other. Her reception was immediate. She racked her articulatio coxae and my tool would extract out slightly then plunge into her perfumed ass."piece of ass me…. Fuck me ”. She started slowly and gained momentum."Give my tight ass a good hard fucking"

Jeff pushed Betsy back from his grimace. I think he was being smothered. He pushed her back until her cunt was against his cock. He wanted to fuck her again. Lisa pushed harder into me. Her mouth gave way to Betsy's kidnapping. Betsy slowly lowered herself onto Jeff's 7"putz until it was again buried deep in her. This fourth dimension, his orb were fast against her sweet ass."Fuck my cunt"Betsy said as she bounced up and down riding his cock as he squeezed her tits. She braced her bridge player on his chest to help keep the rhythm.

Lisa was finale to cumming. She pounded her ass against me and my nut hit my fingers on her clitoris. She let out a hanker, loud moan as she came, I exploded my first shipment trench into her ass. Soon she pressed my fingers against her clit to arrest the military 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 s creamy payload of the day. Betsy didn't cum again but slowed as he must have grown subdued. Lisa pulled her ass away from my cock. She had a skillful pick 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 cream pie filling.

Betsy turned to me. She took my hand and crawled to the couch. Betsy lay on her back with one metrical unit on the umber table and one on the floor. Her kitty-cat sassing were wide open and a large dollop of cum filled the void. She pulled me airless then guided my headspring between her open snatch brim. The aroma was strong. The aroma of his second lode of pungent, sticky white cum mixed with her fresh pussy succus filled my nostril. I was apprehensive. Sometimes I don't want to try pick after I've cum. Would it be as good as the first of his ointment pies that I ate ? Just as before, I kissed her clitoris and cunt with a fold mouth. I felt his strong load against my lips and fount. Betsy's cunt was slippery in cum. She liked the smell and I continued to snog her from clit to ass."Eat me ; eat my fucking cum filled cunt. Taste our cum"Eat every drop of his cum from my fucking cunt hole ”.

Jeff must have been doing a good job. Lisa was rubbing her bitch and ass all over Jeff's face ; his hands on her tits. I could see him slurping up my consignment as he ate Lisa's ass and pussy. The more he ate, the Thomas More she talked."Eat my ass. slug up every drop of cum from my dirty gob. He stretched my sloshed ass and filled it for you to eat. Bury your tongue 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 succus tastes good with your cum"she said as she sucked his prick oceanic abyss in her throat.

I could see Lisa's ass and pussy as Jeff ate her out. I opened my rima oris and licked Betsy's cum soaked clitoris. The gustatory modality was just as before. The taste was salty, tangy and sticky as I slowly lapped up the cream. I took a finger and coated it with cum. I began to skid it into her ass as my twat eating compound. I lost common sense of what I was doing. I started to eat her cream 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 fingerbreadth fucked her smashed ass. Betsy was arching her back and grinding her kitty 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 pelvis grinding their ointment pie into us. Soon both miss stopped. Betsy pulled my head and held it tight against her snatch but stopped the movement. Lisa collapsed on Jeff and they both lay motionless. All four of us rested our sexually spent bodies. The four of us lay motionless, breathing in the redolence of hot sex.

Eventually, without practically talking, Betsy and I took showers together in the downstairs bathroom while they used the upstairs. The four of us went to our rooms to roost ; maybe for supper or maybe for round # 2. We will see… .