This is the second in a series 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 workweek ago, Jeff had turned Betsy's cunt into a orotund, aphrodisiacal cream pie. Now they were back and I wondered what excitement was in store for her and us.

It was rainy and very warm up this past weekend. We spent most of the time on the covered back porch. Jeff had a beer while the girlfriend drank their wine. No one actually spoke of go 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 soupcon at the carnal pleasures her had with my wife. I wondered if it was a quondam consequence, pushed to the cover of everyone's mind. Forever to be thought of only when our minds drifted to those bass, out intimate thoughts.

Both girls were braless, wore tank tops and trunks that showed a lot of tanned, sexy stage. Betsy's top was lily-livered and topped with garden pink lace. If she leaned forward, the low cervix drooped and you could see her small but perky tits. Lisa had a sorry top. No lace and it was tighter. It didn't droop when she bent over ; but, her tit made a fine opinion. Lisa has shoulder length black fuzz. She is about the same height, 5'5 ”, slightly sound and her tits 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 athletic figure but impenetrable.

The music was good and the beer and wine flowed freely. Eventually I tried to bring out the intimate tensity. As Betsy hang over, I made comment about the great sight down her shirt. Later, when Lisa went by, Jeff would comment about Lisa's bang-up peaks under her shirt to mount on. As the day progressed and the booze flowed, we started to make scuttlebutt about each other's girls as well as our own. Both girls played shy at first ; 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 topographic point. First it was Jeff and Lisa, then Betsy and me. Soon Betsy and Lisa seemed to look for prospect to brush against each other's spouse.

Lisa asked me to go into the kitchen to help her spread another bottle of wine. At the counter, as I reached around her to subscribe to the nursing bottle, she backed into me. I reached my arms around her to dig the bottleful. She pulled it to her chest, so my hands rested against her mammilla. With one manus she held the bottleful, with the other she took my hand and pushed it into her tits. She squeezed my right hand so that it squeezed her justly tit. I felt her nipple as it grew hard. She pulled my hand away and together we opened the nursing bottle and poured another round.

We returned to the porch, I grabbed another beer for Jeff. We continued to talk and listen to the cartoon. Lisa got up to align the radiocommunication ; Betsy walked over and picked up a denture of scrap from the board. Jeff was sitting across from me. Lisa walked behind Jeff and began to massage his shoulder joint."Just what I needed, a subject matter from a sexy gentlewoman. 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 poker chip ; but settled onto his lap.

"Do I get one too ?"Betsy said. She sat with her spine to him ; her legs spreading outside of his. I immediately thought of the last metre he was between her wooden leg and of the monumental cream pie he left there. As Jeff enjoyed his massage, he said,"of row you get one too"and began to rub Betsy's shoulder joint.

I sat across the deck and could see and savor the entirely show. Lisa's hands wandered down his chest and she rubbed with one manus and pinched a pap with the former. Lisa gave me a trice. Betsy took another sip of wine-colored as Jeff's helping hand explored more than her shoulders. First he moved to her back. After a short spell, his workforce moved to her sides, from under her arms to the outside of her second joint. Lisa began to kiss and lick Jeff's neck and ears as her hands explored his body. Soon, Betsy leaned back allowing Jeff's hands to make the tops of her thighs and stomach. Betsy took another sip of vino, closed her eyes and leaned all the way back against Jeff's thorax. All three had their centre closed, massaging each other to the rhythm of the music. Soon Jeff's handwriting were stroking Betsy's inner second joint ; occasionally gently dragging across her fork. He kept his proper bridge player between her legs and slowly moved his leftover one to her chest. He massaged her amphetamine chest, and then let his finger circle one breast, then the other.

No one said a Scripture but everyone's respiration seemed to get cryptic. Lisa could no longer strive Jeff's chest, so she rubbed Betsy's shoulders. Jeff grew bolder. As his left wing handwriting worked its magic trick over her chest, it slipped under her loose shirt. His deal slowly worked its way up and I could see him draw schema around her nipple with his fingers. Betsy was slowly rocking her hips back and forth ; her ass detrition into his genital organ. Betsy's short were pulled up sloshed against her pussy. I could see the outline of her lip through the thin fabric. Jeff's rightfield hand stroked the bound of the thighs where it met her short circuit. His hand was less than an column inch from her kitty-cat.

I enjoyed the show. Lisa must give birth 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 wooden leg to my left. This allowed her to stroke my thorax and cervix. My half erect stopcock stiffened.

"What's fair is fair"I said as I rubbed Lisa's back with my right hand and traced forget me drug from her knee to the top of her shortstop with my left. Lisa reached for her one-half total glass. In one swig, she finished the wine and placed the discharge glass on the tabular array. She turned and kissed me grueling on the mouth. In a second, her tongue found my rima oris and natural language. 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 pap were rock hard.

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

Jeff's correctly hand rubbed Betsy's crotch hard. Soon one, then two fingers pushed the flimsy short material to the side. He had free people access to her cunt. He seemed to be teasing her, not allowing fully penetration. Betsy's custody were between his legs. Jeff slid lower in the president, allowing her access to his prick. As she slid, Jeff's hand could no longer pass on her crotch so he undid the top button of her drawers and slid his fingers under the waistband. Soon, second and tierce push button were undone. Because he recently fucked her, he knew that her Vannevar Bush was cropped into a shortly landing strip just above her clit and her sassing were shaved. I couldn't tell how far his fingers reached ; but Betsy was getting hotter and my cock harder watching.

Betsy reached for her wine-colored and took a big gulping. Normally shy, conservative Betsy pulled her tank top completely off and dropped it to the deck. She stood up, turned to Jeff. She spread his ramification and dropped to her knees between them. Her trunks were low and unaffixed around her pelvic arch and second joint ; showing the gap of her ass and tops of her cheeks. Her hands started massaging his chest and then worked down to his short circuit. Betsy pulled the button open and ripped the zip down. She tugged the shorts from under his ass and then off. She dropped them by her tank top. His circumcised cock was fully erect. It seemed longer than mine ; maybe seven or 7 1/2 inches but definitely not as thick. The head was chunky, the Lapp diameter as his shaft. He didn't trim his bush or plane his testis. Betsy wrapped her script around the beam and slowly started to stroke it."This does reckon familiar"she growled. Betsy kissed and licked his inner thighs ; her eyes fixed on his dick. She was having some trouble with the hair from his orchis in her oral cavity. She pulled a pilus 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 calendar week ago. In the past, we talked about it, fantasized and function played about her with 2 or 3 cocks. I've never seen her with another fan ; man or woman. This was shuddery, 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 fantasies, 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 his shipment ; that was too"personal"and saved her blowjob for me. Betsy was very experienced at giving head. She must induce practiced all of her sprightliness before she met me. She gives the intimately reverse occupation that I ever had and often sucks my dick dry ; swallowing every drop. That seemed to be changing before my eyes. Would she blow him ? Would she let him cum in her oral cavity ? Would she take back his encumbrance ? Is it a new room access hatchway ? 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 cock and licking his clod. Betsy nibbled on his orb sackful ; then took one ball into her oral cavity and sucked on it. She was gentle at first ; but sucked harder as she stroked his shaft. Jeff seemed sensitive to her sucking. Maybe it was new to him. Soon she had both egg in her mouth. Her hand stroked his cock slowly, as if to shake him but go along him from cumming. I waited to see if and how she would suck his cock.

Lisa turned and straddled my stage with her cover to me as Betsy had sat on Jeff's. Taking a cue from them I ran my hands over her titty. I could palpate her stiff mamilla through the framework. Lisa's ass ground hard against my cock. A thought process flashed through my head."Does she like anal ?"Betsy and I have tried it. My shaft has always been too boneheaded for her. She often likes my finger's breadth and clapper around her ass and sometimes in it. My right hand moved to Lisa's pegleg, thigh and the tooshie of her shorts. It's tight against her cunt. I ran my fingerbreadth around her second joint and up and down her pussy through her shortstop. The genitals of her shorts was damp.

Betsy stood up and wiggled her ass ; her underdrawers fell to the deck. She turned to us and flashed us a wide-cut smiling. She enjoyed the attention the 3 of us were giving her. Her shrub was trimmed tight ; her bare, wet twat lips were exposed for Lisa and me to see.

"Are you enjoying this as much as I am ?"Betsy said. Her go away manus rubbed her moist slit. She spread her juices, coating her close cunt. Betsy turned to Jeff ;"I want you to love me !"She turned, spread her stage and inched her way back to Jeff. His cock stood fully erect. She lowered herself onto his intemperate prick. She braced herself on the arm of the chair with one hand. With the other she held Jeff's cock and rubbed the head teacher against her wet slit, coating it with her juice."contribute me that cock now ”. Even with lubricant, it's hard to slew my cock into Betsy's cunt. It takes a piece to disperse her inner 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 motion until he was fully in her ; his formal 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 duration of his cock didn't slow her down. She took it all and impaled her pussy 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 face, tits and slit while she was getting fucked.

It's not often that a man can observe another man fuck his own married woman. There was something perversely wrong ; but very exciting to determine. I stared at Betsy's spread pussy brim, split wide 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 first, deep insight of her hot cunt. Jeff's hands were on her tits ; cupping them. Betsy's optic were fixed on Lisa while her hands were between her legs, holding Jeff's clod.

"screw me, have it away me"Betsy repeated. Lisa and I watched with fascination as his yearn cock disappeared fully into her slit and then reappeared. Betsy's pussy easily devoured the full length of his peter 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 hole. Her juice flowed from her pussy. Her lips glistened with the juice from her dear hole as a few drops ran across his balls.

While they began to fuck, united with his cock deep in her, I let my deal explore Lisa. I haven't felt up another fair sex since before Betsy and I were married. I was tingly, almost like a Virgin. I pulled Lisa's shirt over her foreland ; she helped and let it put down. Her nipple were magnanimous and sagged more than than I imagined. Her tits were white, her areola large and light Brown and her nipples were the Saame embrown people of colour. Her mamilla were large and surd ; the size of a pencil eraser. My hands unbuttoned her shortstop and I pulled the zipper apart. My ripe hand cupped her rectify tit. The digit of my result hand easily slid into her loosened underdrawers. My finger reached her President Bush. Like Betsy, she seems to trim it. Her pubic hairsbreadth was closely cropped. It seemed to form a trigon ; the top wider and the bottom narrow and seemed to orient at her clitoris. I slid my left hand over her clit to her puss. Her lips were shaved and her puss was soaked in her juices. Dipping my finger in her wet, slippery sex succus, I stroked her lips upward cashbox I reached her clitoris. I parted the hood and coated Lisa's clit with her own succus. My in good order paw massaged one tit, then the other. I teased her knocker and saved her nipples till later. Her body wasn't as fit as Betsy's but it was new and different. My shaft throbbed against Lisa's ass. She leaned back against my chest. I kissed and licked her neck opening and ears. My entrust mediate finger slowly worked her snatch juices on to her clit."Keep going"she said as her ass squirmed and her peg counterpane wider. Her shorts slid down a few column inch ; it confirmed my impression of her bush. It was wickedness, closely cropped and in the form of an upside down triangle pointing to her clit. She was getting wetter and was letting out a slight moan. She didn't try to remove her boxershorts, so I continued to massage her soft tits and voiceless, wet clit."Finger fuck me"Lisa moaned.

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

Lisa was capacity with my hired hand on her. Her ass ground against my cock and she stroked my thighs ; but she made no exploit to go further. Lisa's eyes were glued to Jeff's stopcock as it was splitting Betsy'puss. I hadn't had sex with anyone but Betsy in over 30 year. However, I was substance with this new experience. I was massaging Lisa's tits and fingering her puss 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 cock almost fully out of her slit before dropping hard on it till her clit hit his balls. Her left manus rubbed her button 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 like 10 minutes. His gabardine cum oozed from her snatch in a midst, foaming suds. They slowed to a stop with his hammer fully in her wet cunt.

Lisa was hot ; but I teased and slowed to hold open her from going over the border to orgasm. Suddenly Jeff pushed Betsy to her metrical foot. He took her by the hand to the living room rug. He lay on his cover with his knees up and, with Betsy facing him, pulled her to her knees, above his grimace. 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 fingers almost got perplex in her twat. As she stood up, she let her short-circuit drop to the floor. Lisa reached for my hand, dripping wet from her juice, and led me to the animation room. I expected her to continue to check and maybe sit on my lap. Lisa loosened my shorts 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 human knee between Jeff's stifle. She still had my handwriting and pulled me down behind her. Lisa bent down on all fours, reached between her legs with her mightily script and grabbed my tumid cock.

"As they say, what's funfair is carnival. piece of tail me"She said as she pulled my cock to her dripping wet snatch and rubbed it against her to lube me up. Then she guided me into her snatch. She was tight and I pressed until the head was past her lips. Lisa bent forward toward Jeff's shaft. It was one-half set up and coated in a creamy mixture of his cum and Betsy's pussy juices. She started to figure out his musket ball as Betsy had done.

What a slew this was. I was on my articulatio genus, fucking Lisa, Jeff's married woman, bow-wow panache, Lisa licking Jeff's tool and lapping the combination of his cum and Betsy's pussy succus and Jeff, licking his own cum from Betsy's creamy, pick pie cunt.

observation Jeff and Betsy turned me on more than any porno pic I've ever seen. Watching him satisfy her pussy with his sperm as they both orgasmed was magnificent. Now I got to look on 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 oral fissure. His lingua reached upward, probing, hunting for more of their sweet nectar. Betsy would lower herself onto his tongue then rive up, leaving a rope of cum uniting them. Jeff devoured it quickly.

Lisa was no slouch in the BJ department. She licked Jeff's ball and cock, then seemed to deep throat his tractor trailer erect 7"putz with no endeavor. 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 puss. Betsy was rocking her cunt back and Forth River into Jeff's lip and her hands were massaging her own tits.

Lisa's snatch was still very fuddled. My rock hard cock couldn't push more than the psyche into her dripping maw. She pushed against my peter but it couldn't be forced in. I took my cock into my manus and pushed it up and down her pussy from her button to her ass, coating it in her juice ; then tried to inscribe. No luck.

Jeff was hard again. Lisa had undecomposed viva voce technique. Lisa reached between her legs and wrapped her hand around my shaft. Then, to my surprise, she positioned the head against her SOB."roll in the hay my ass"She said as she pushed back and, it started to slide in. The promontory slid in and I stopped to see her response. Lisa pushed harder, ramming my cock into her ass until my egg hit her clit.

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

Betsy heard that, turned and smiled at me.

Once in, I reached around and found Lisa's wet clitoris with my right hired hand and her allow mammilla with the other. Her reaction was immediate. She racked her hips and my turncock would pull out slightly then plunge into her sugared ass."screwing me…. nooky me ”. She started slowly and gained impulse."cave in my tight ass a serious concentrated fucking"

Jeff pushed Betsy back from his fount. I think he was being smothered. He pushed her back until her puss was against his stopcock. He wanted to fuck her again. Lisa pushed harder into me. Her mouthpiece gave way to Betsy's snatch. Betsy slowly lowered herself onto Jeff's 7"dick until it was again buried deep in her. This clock time, his balls were rigorous against her sweet ass."fucking my cunt"Betsy said as she bounced up and down riding his cock as he squeezed her breast. She braced her hands on his bureau to help retain the musical rhythm.

Lisa was stopping point to cumming. She pounded her ass against me and my balls hit my fingerbreadth on her button. She let out a long, loud moan as she came, I exploded my firstly load trench into her ass. Soon she pressed my finger's breadth against her clitoris to cease the legal 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 minute creamy consignment of the day. Betsy didn't cum again but slowed as he must have grown delicate. Lisa pulled her ass away from my hammer. She had a nice cream pie dripping from her ass down to her puss. She scooted on her knee joint and straddled Jeff's head. She wanted Jeff to eat my anal cream pie filling.

Betsy turned to me. She took my mitt and crawled to the couch. Betsy lay on her cover with one metrical foot on the burnt umber tabular array and one on the floor. Her twat lips were wide open and a boastfully dollop of cum filled the nihility. She pulled me closelipped then guided my head between her exposed snatch lips. The aroma was strong. The smell of his second load of pungent, muggy white cum commix with her sweet pussy juice filled my nostrils. I was apprehensive. Sometimes I don't want to taste cream after I've cum. Would it be as sound as the world-class of his cream pies that I ate ? Just as before, I kissed her clitoris and cunt with a shut mouth. I felt his warm load against my brim and face. Betsy's cunt was slippery in cum. She liked the touch and I continued to snog her from button to ass."Eat me ; eat my fucking cum filled cunt. try out our cum"Eat every drop of his cum from my fucking slit maw ”.

Jeff must receive been doing a commodity job. Lisa was rubbing her slit and ass all over Jeff's face ; his helping hand on her knocker. I could hear him slurping up my burden as he ate Lisa's ass and pussycat. The more he ate, the more she talked."Eat my ass. clout up every cliff of cum from my sordid pickle. He stretched my tight ass and filled it for you to eat. Bury your clapper in my cum filled hole."She was getting louder as she approached another orgasm. Lisa turned and began to 69 with Jeff."Betsy's pussy juice tastes adept with your cum"she said as she sucked his prick deep in her throat.

I could see Lisa's ass and cunt as Jeff ate her out. I opened my mouth and licked Betsy's cum soaked clit. The taste was just as before. The appreciation was salty, tangy and sticky as I slowly lapped up the pick. I took a digit and coated it with cum. I began to slide it into her ass as my pussy eating intensified. I lost horse 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 snatch ; I gulped the cum and sucked on her clit and sass ; my finger fucked her tight ass. Betsy was arching her vertebral column and grinding her pussy into my face and back talk. I heard both Lisa and Betsy cumming as they were both being eaten. The both squealed as the came ; their hips grinding their ointment PIE into us. Soon both young lady stopped. Betsy pulled my head teacher and held it tight against her cunt but stopped the apparent movement. Lisa collapsed on Jeff and they both lay motionless. All four of us rested our sexually spent organic structure. The four of us lay motionless, breathing in the perfume of hot sex.

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