This is the second in a serial of stories. 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 large, sexy pick pie. Now they were back and I wondered what excitement was in entrepot for her and us.

It was rainy and very warm this by weekend. We spent near of the time on the covered back porch. Jeff had a beer while the girls drank their wine-colored. No one actually spoke of last weekend. It was almost as if it never happened. Lisa never let on that her hubby 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 event, pushed to the back of everyone's intellect. Forever to be thought of only when our psyche drifted to those bass, tabu intimate thoughts.

Both miss were braless, wore tank tops and boxershorts that showed a lot of tanned, sexy legs. Betsy's top was lily-livered and topped with pink lace. If she leaned forward, the low neck drooped and you could see her diminished but perky tit. Lisa had a racy top. No lace and it was tighter. It didn't droop when she bent over ; but, her nipple made a ticket impression. Lisa has shoulder length Joseph Black hair. She is about the same height, 5'5 ”, slightly impenetrable and her mammilla are larger than Betsy's B-cups but they don't seem as perky. Jeff is a few inches taller than me ; with the same acrobatic build but heavier.

The medicine was well and the beer and wine flowed freely. Eventually I tried to break the intimate tenseness. As Betsy bent over, I made gossip about the bully view down her shirt. Later, when Lisa went by, Jeff would comment about Lisa's great peaks under her shirt to wax on. As the day progressed and the booze flowed, we started to make input about each other's girls as well as our own. Both young lady played shy at first ; but then played into it and seemed to enjoy giving more opportunity for scuttlebutt. As we walked by each early, more brushing and touching took place. First it was Jeff and Lisa, then Betsy and me. Soon Betsy and Lisa seemed to expect for probability to sweep against each other's spouse.

Lisa asked me to go into the kitchen to assist her open another bottle of wine-coloured. At the retort, as I reached around her to need the bottle, she backed into me. I reached my arms around her to grasp the bottle. She pulled it to her chest, so my helping hand rested against her teat. With one manus she held the bottle, with the other she took my hand and pushed it into her tits. She squeezed my aright 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 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 adapt the radio ; Betsy walked over and picked up a home of micro chip from the table. Jeff was sitting across from me. Lisa walked behind Jeff and began to knead his shoulders."Just what I needed, a subject matter from a sexy lady. Does it fall with a happy ending ?"Betsy laughed as she walked by and"tripped"and fell into Jeff's lap. She didn't spill the chips ; but settled onto his lap.

"Do I get one too ?"Betsy said. She sat with her cover to him ; her legs spread outside of his. I immediately thought of the last sentence he was between her legs and of the monumental cream pie he left there. As Jeff enjoyed his massage, he said,"of course you get one too"and began to rub Betsy's articulatio humeri.

I sat across the deck of cards and could see and enjoy the completely appearance. Lisa's manus wandered down his breast and she rubbed with one hand and pinched a nipple with the other. Lisa gave me a jiffy. Betsy took another sip of wine as Jeff's hand explored more than her shoulders. First he moved to her back. After a short while, his hands moved to her slope, from under her coat of arms to the outside of her thighs. Lisa began to kiss and lick Jeff's neck and auricle as her manus explored his consistence. Soon, Betsy leaned back allowing Jeff's hands to reach the tops of her thighs and stomach. Betsy took another sip of wine, closed her middle and leaned all the way back against Jeff's chest. All three had their eyes closed, massaging each other to the beat of the euphony. Soon Jeff's handwriting were stroking Betsy's inner thighs ; occasionally gently dragging across her private parts. He kept his right hand between her peg and slowly moved his leave one to her dresser. He massaged her upper chest, and then let his fingers circle one breast, then the other.

No one said a word but everyone's respiration seemed to get bass. Lisa could no longer reach Jeff's bureau, so she rubbed Betsy's shoulders. Jeff grew bolder. As his unexpended hand worked its magic over her dresser, it slipped under her loose shirt. His handwriting slowly worked its way up and I could see him draw lineation around her mammilla with his digit. Betsy was slowly rocking her hips back and Forth River ; her ass detrition into his crotch. Betsy's shorts were pulled up tight against her pussycat. I could see the schema of her lips through the thin fabric. Jeff's right hand stroked the boundary of the second joint where it met her underdrawers. His bridge player was lupus erythematosus than an inch from her slit.

I enjoyed the appearance. Lisa must have grown tired of this or sensed that I craved attending too."Mind if I sit ?"she said. She walked to me and sat on my lap ; both of her pegleg to my left. This allowed her to stroke my breast and neck opening. My one-half erect stopcock stiffened.

"What's fair is honest"I said as I rubbed Lisa's back with my rectify hand and traced circles from her knee to the top of her short pants with my leftfield. Lisa reached for her half total glass. In one gulping, she finished the wine-colored and placed the empty-bellied glass on the table. She turned and kissed me hard on the lips. In a moment, her tongue found my backtalk and natural language. Her legs parted slightly. As we kissed, I could see Betsy and Jeff out of the street corner of my eye.

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

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

Jeff's right hand rubbed Betsy's crotch hard. Soon one, then two finger pushed the flimsy shortly material to the side. He had free access to her pussy. He seemed to be teasing her, not allowing full penetration. Betsy's hired man were between his legs. Jeff slid lower in the president, allowing her access to his pecker. As she slid, Jeff's mitt could no longer gain her genitalia so he undid the top button of her shortstop and slid his fingerbreadth under the waistband. Soon, second and tertiary buttons were undone. Because he recently fucked her, he knew that her bush was cropped into a suddenly landing strip just above her clit and her sass were shaved. I couldn't secern how far his fingers reached ; but Betsy was getting hotter and my hammer harder watching.

Betsy reached for her wine-coloured and took a big gulp. Normally shy, conservative Betsy pulled her armored combat vehicle top completely off and dropped it to the deck of cards. She stood up, turned to Jeff. She spread his peg and dropped to her stifle between them. Her trunks were low and loose around her hips and thighs ; showing the crack of her ass and height of her cheek. Her hired man started massaging his thorax and then worked down to his short pants. Betsy pulled the button open and ripped the zipper down. She tugged the shorts from under his ass and then off. She dropped them by her storage tank top. His circumcised cock was fully erect. It seemed recollective than mine ; maybe seven or 7 1/2 inches but definitely not as thick. The head was stumpy, the Lapp diameter as his shaft. He didn't trim his President George W. Bush or shave his balls. Betsy wrapped her hand around the light beam and slowly started to stroke it."This does look comrade"she growled. Betsy kissed and licked his inside thighs ; her eyes fixed on his prick. She was having some problem with the hair from his balls in her mouthpiece. She pulled a hairsbreadth from her mouth, the continued to lick 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 bitch a few weeks ago. In the past, we talked about it, fantasized and function played about her with 2 or 3 stopcock. I've never seen her with another fan ; man or woman. This was scary, wild and very exciting. What would she do ? What would she try ? Would she do the matter she does to me or try something dissimilar ? Would Lisa and I join or just be voyeur ? In our phantasy, Betsy always let the other lover ( dildo or vibrator ) fuck her pussy or ass. She said that she wouldn't suck another cock or swallow up his consignment ; that was too"personal"and saved her cock sucking for me. Betsy was very get at giving head. She must have practiced all of her living before she met me. She gives the right snow jobs that I ever had and often suck my cock dry ; swallowing every bead. That seemed to be changing before my eyes. Would she bumble him ? Would she let him cum in her mouth ? Would she swallow 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 watch Betsy kneeling between Jeff's legs, stroking his hammer and licking his testicle. Betsy nibbled on his ball pocket ; then took one ball into her mouth and sucked on it. She was gentle at initiatory ; but sucked harder as she stroked his ray of light. Jeff seemed sensitive to her suck. Maybe it was new to him. Soon she had both glob in her mouth. Her script stroked his cock slowly, as if to excite him but proceed him from cumming. I waited to see if and how she would suck his cock.

Lisa turned and straddled my peg with her back to me as Betsy had sat on Jeff's. Taking a cue from them I ran my hands over her tits. I could feel her plastered nipples through the fabric. Lisa's ass ground hard against my putz. A thought flashed through my mind."Does she like anal ?"Betsy and I have tried it. My cock has always been too compact for her. She often likes my finger and natural language around her ass and sometimes in it. My right deal moved to Lisa's stage, second joint and the bottom of her shorts. It's tight against her puss. I ran my finger's breadth around her thighs and up and down her pussy through her shorts. The crotch of her shorts was damp.

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

"Are you enjoying this as a great deal as I am ?"Betsy said. Her left handwriting rubbed her moist slit. She spread her juice, coating her squiffy pussy. Betsy turned to Jeff ;"I want you to bang me !"She turned, spread her peg and inched her way back to Jeff. His stopcock stood fully erect. She lowered herself onto his hard cock. She braced herself on the arm of the chair with one hand. With the former she held Jeff's rooster and rubbed the heading against her wet slit, coating it with her juices."Give me that hammer now ”. Even with lubricator, it's intemperate to slide my rooster into Betsy's bitch. It takes a while to propagate her inner pussy. She lowered herself onto Jeff's cock. She didn't hesitate. She closed her middle, let out a whisper sigh and lowered herself in one question until he was fully in her ; his glob tight to her clit. Maybe because his turncock wasn't as midst that it slid in so easily. Maybe she was really wet and primed. I don't know. All I know is that the superfluous duration of his cock didn't retard her down. She took it all and impaled her cunt on his shaft. She doesn't often ride my cock in a reverse cowgirl position ; but it was thoroughgoing for this. Lisa and I got to see her face, tits and cunt while she was getting fucked.

It's not often that a man can catch another man fuck his own wife. There was something perversely unseasonable ; but very charge up to watch. I stared at Betsy's bed covering pussy back talk, split across-the-board by Jeff's throbbing extremity. 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 maiden, deep penetration of her hot cunt. Jeff's hands were on her titmouse ; cupping them. Betsy's eyes were fixed on Lisa while her handwriting were between her legs, holding Jeff's lump.

"screwing me, fuck me"Betsy repeated. Lisa and I watched with fascination as his long cock disappeared fully into her slit and then reappeared. Betsy's snatch 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 hips, swirling his dick in her tight, wet pickle. Her juices flowed from her pussy. Her lips glistened with the juice from her dearest yap as a few drops ran across his balls.

While they began to fuck, united with his shaft trench in her, I let my bridge player explore Lisa. I haven't felt up another womanhood 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 boob were larger and sagged more than I imagined. Her breast were albumen, her ring of color large and brightness Robert Brown and her mammilla were the same John Brown colouring material. Her nipples were large and grueling ; the size of a pencil eraser. My deal unbuttoned her shorts and I pulled the zipper apart. My flop script cupped her right tit. The digit of my left field helping 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 mould a triangle ; the top wider and the penetrate narrow and seemed to head at her clit. I slid my left hand over her clit to her twat. Her rim 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 clitoris. I parted the hood and coated Lisa's clit with her own juices. My right on hand massaged one tit, then the other. I teased her bosom and saved her mammilla till later. Her trunk 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 ears. My pull up stakes middle fingerbreadth slowly worked her bitch juice on to her clit."Keep going"she said as her ass squirmed and her legs bed cover wider. Her drawers slid down a few inches ; it confirmed my effect of her scrub. It was dark, closely cropped and in the form of an upside down triangle pointing to her button. She was getting wetter and was letting out a slender moan. She didn't try to remove her shortstop, so I continued to knead her delicate tit and operose, wet clit."fingerbreadth fuck me"Lisa moaned.

Betsy massaged Jeff's balls and started to slowly rock her hips, rotating her pussy on his cock. She rubbed his egg against her clit. 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 pacing increased and we heard some repress moans ; probably from both of them. Neither had their optic open any Sir Thomas More, they were lost in their own blissful sexcapade. Could it be another large cream pie for Betsy ? It seems like I would soon know.

Lisa was content with my hands on her. Her ass priming against my putz and she stroked my thigh ; but she made no endeavour to go further. Lisa's optic were glued to Jeff's cock as it was splitting Betsy'twat. 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 tits and fingering her snatch as Betsy was fucking Lisa's hubby in figurehead of us.

I'm not sure who started to cum first, Betsy or Jeff. Soon she was bouncing up and down, taking his peter almost fully out of her pussy before dropping hard on it till her clit hit his balls. Her left hired hand rubbed her clit back and forth. Her correct bridge player steadied herself and she bounced faster and faster. Soon they were both cumming hard in noisy X. They continued cumming for what seemed similar 10 minutes. His white cum oozed from her slit in a thick, frothy lather. They slowed to a stop with his prick fully in her wet cunt.

Lisa was hot ; but I teased and slowed to hold on her from going over the sharpness to orgasm. Suddenly Jeff pushed Betsy to her foot. He took her by the hand to the living elbow room rug. He lay on his back with his knee up and, with Betsy facing him, pulled her to her knees, above his expression. This workweek 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 snatch. As she stood up, she let her short-change drop to the level. Lisa reached for my bridge player, dripping wet from her succus, and led me to the sustenance room. I expected her to cover to watch and maybe sit on my lap. Lisa loosened my shortstop and pulled them down and off. My turncock was hard ; however I wasn't sure what she really wanted. Lisa faced Jeff, dropped to her knees between Jeff's knee joint. She still had my hand and pulled me down behind her. Lisa bent down on all fours, reached between her legs with her compensate bridge player and grabbed my erect cock.

"As they say, what's fair is fair. Fuck me"She said as she pulled my pecker to her dripping wet pussycat and rubbed it against her to lubricate me up. Then she guided me into her snatch. She was tight and I pressed until the head was past her lips. Lisa turn away forward toward Jeff's rooster. It was half erect and coated in a creamy mixture of his cum and Betsy's slit juices. She started to figure out his Ball as Betsy had done.

What a sight this was. I was on my knees, fucking Lisa, Jeff's wife, doggy style, Lisa licking Jeff's cock and lapping the combination of his cum and Betsy's pussy 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-cat with his sperm as they both orgasmed was magnificent. Now I got to watch her creamy kitty 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 honeyed nectar. Betsy would lower herself onto his clapper then pull up, leaving a roofy of cum uniting them. Jeff devoured it quickly.

Lisa was no slouch in the BJ department. She licked Jeff's balls and cock, then seemed to deep throat his semi erect 7"prick with no effort. Jeff's mouth knew its way around a pussy and seemed easy and eager to eat the pick pie he baked in Betsy's hot snatch. Betsy was rocking her cunt back and Forth River into Jeff's oral fissure and her manpower were massaging her own tits.

Lisa's cunt was still very tight. My rock hard cock couldn't thrust more than the read/write head into her dripping hole. She pushed against my tool but it couldn't be forced in. I took my shaft into my hand and pushed it up and down her pussy from her clit to her ass, coating it in her juices ; then tried to recruit. No luck.

Jeff was hard again. Lisa had near oral technique. Lisa reached between her wooden leg and wrapped her hand around my shaft. Then, to my surprise, she positioned the pass against her son of a bitch."screw my ass"She said as she pushed back and, it started to slide in. The question slid in and I stopped to see her response. Lisa pushed harder, ramming my prick into her ass until my glob hit her clit.

"God !"Lisa gasped"You're so thick ; you're going to dissever my ass astray open ”.

Betsy heard that, turned and smiled at me.

Once in, I reached around and found Lisa's wet clit with my proper hand and her left nipple with the other. Her response was immediate. She racked her hips and my cock would rip out slightly then plunge into her sweet ass."Fuck me…. Fuck me ”. She started slowly and gained momentum."turn over my blind drunk ass a good laborious fucking"

Jeff pushed Betsy back from his face. 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 back talk gave way to Betsy's snatch. Betsy slowly lowered herself onto Jeff's 7"putz until it was again buried deep in her. This time, his balls were rigorous against her sweet ass."Fuck my cunt"Betsy said as she bounced up and down riding his hammer as he squeezed her titty. She braced her hands on his breast to assist keep the rhythm.

Lisa was fold to cumming. She pounded her ass against me and my balls hit my finger's breadth on her clit. She let out a long, trashy groan as she came, I exploded my outset load deep into her ass. Soon she pressed my fingers against her clit to check the legal action. Her bucking slowed as I got softer.

auditory modality Lisa cum pushed Jeff over the edge. He let out a growling as he filled Betsy with her second base creamy load of the day. Betsy didn't cum again but slowed as he must have grown indulgent. Lisa pulled her ass away from my cock. She had a nice cream pie dripping from her ass down to her kitty-cat. She scooted on her genu and straddled Jeff's chief. She wanted Jeff to eat my anal retentive cream pie filling.

Betsy turned to me. She took my hand and crawled to the lounge. Betsy lay on her backrest with one foot on the coffee mesa and one on the floor. Her pussy rim were wide open and a bombastic dollop of cum filled the nothingness. She pulled me faithful then guided my head between her open up snatch back talk. The perfume was strong. The smell of his second load of pungent, sticky gabardine cum mixed with her sweet slit juice filled my nostrils. I was worried. Sometimes I don't want to savour cream after I've cum. Would it be as safe as the first of his cream pies that I ate ? Just as before, I kissed her button and twat with a closed mouth. I felt his fond load against my rim and face. Betsy's bitch 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 slit. 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 cunt and ass all over Jeff's face ; his hands on her tits. I could find out him slurping up my burden as he ate Lisa's ass and pussy. The more he ate, the more she talked."Eat my ass. punch up every pearl of cum from my dirty 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 sexual climax. Lisa turned and began to 69 with Jeff."Betsy's cunt succus tastes serious with your cum"she said as she sucked his cock oceanic abyss in her throat.

I could see Lisa's ass and slit 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 perception was salty, tangy and embarrassing as I slowly lapped up the cream. I took a fingerbreadth 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 pick pie like a starving man. I didn't just crowd the cum against her open kitty-cat ; I gulped the cum and sucked on her clit and lips ; my finger's breadth fucked her close ass. Betsy was arching her book binding and grinding her pussy into my face and backtalk. I heard both Lisa and Betsy cumming as they were both being eaten. The both squealed as the came ; their pelvic arch grinding their cream pies into us. Soon both female child stopped. Betsy pulled my caput and held it tight against her slit but stopped the crusade. 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 fragrance of hot sex.

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