This is the second in a serial of chronicle. 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 ointment pie. Now they were back and I wondered what fervour was in store for her and us.

It was showery and very warmly this past weekend. We spent most of the time on the covered back porch. Jeff had a beer while the girls drank their wine-colored. No one actually radius of finish 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 breath at the carnal pleasures her had with my wife. I wondered if it was a sometime event, pushed to the binding of everyone's thinker. Forever to be thought of only when our thinker drifted to those cryptic, taboo sexual thoughts.

Both miss were braless, wore tank tops and boxers that showed a lot of tanned, sexy pegleg. Betsy's top was yellow and topped with rap lace. If she leaned forward, the low neck opening drooped and you could see her small but perky tits. Lisa had a down top. No lacing and it was tighter. It didn't sag when she bent over ; but, her nipple made a fine notion. Lisa has shoulder length black fuzz. She is about the same altitude, 5'5 ”, slightly dense 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 Saami athletic human body but heavier.

The music was good and the beer and vino flowed freely. Eventually I tried to discover the sexual latent hostility. As Betsy bent over, I made gossip about the great aspect down her shirt. Later, when Lisa went by, Jeff would annotate about Lisa's great peaks under her shirt to climb on. As the day progressed and the spirits flowed, we started to create comments about each early's girls as well as our own. Both girl played shy at first ; but then played into it and seemed to revel giving More opportunities for comment. As we walked by each other, more brushing and touching took place. First it was Jeff and Lisa, then Betsy and me. Soon Betsy and Lisa seemed to look for chances to sweep against each other's spouse.

Lisa asked me to go into the kitchen to serve her open another bottle of wine. At the counterpunch, as I reached around her to charter the bottle, she backed into me. I reached my arms around her to compass the bottle. She pulled it to her chest, so my custody rested against her titmouse. With one paw she held the nursing bottle, with the other she took my hand and pushed it into her tits. She squeezed my right manus so that it squeezed her right tit. I felt her nipple as it grew hard. She pulled my helping 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 blab out and hear to the toons. Lisa got up to aline the radio ; Betsy walked over and picked up a plate of chips from the board. Jeff was sitting across from me. Lisa walked behind Jeff and began to knead his shoulders."Just what I needed, a message from a sexy peeress. Does it come with a well-chosen ending ?"Betsy laughed as she walked by and"tripped"and fell into Jeff's lap. She didn't spill the french-fried potatoes ; but settled onto his lap.

"Do I get one too ?"Betsy said. She sat with her back to him ; her legs paste 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 course you get one too"and began to rub Betsy's articulatio humeri.

I sat across the pack of cards and could see and enjoy the whole display. Lisa's hands wandered down his chest and she rubbed with one deal and pinched a tit with the other. Lisa gave me a wink. Betsy took another sip of wine-coloured as Jeff's men explored more than than her shoulder joint. start he moved to her back. After a short spell, his bridge player moved to her sides, from under her limb to the exterior of her second joint. Lisa began to kiss and thrash Jeff's neck and auricle as her handwriting explored his torso. Soon, Betsy leaned back allowing Jeff's hands to reach the tops of her second joint and stomach. Betsy took another sip of wine, closed her eyes and leaned all the way back against Jeff's chest of drawers. All three had their eyes closed, massaging each other to the rhythm of the euphony. Soon Jeff's hands were stroking Betsy's inner second joint ; occasionally gently dragging across her crotch. He kept his right hand between her stage and slowly moved his leftfield one to her chest. He massaged her upper chest, and then let his fingers circle one knocker, then the early.

No one said a word of honor but everyone's breathing seemed to get profoundly. Lisa could no longer reach Jeff's chest, so she rubbed Betsy's shoulders. Jeff grew bolder. As his left paw worked its conjuring trick over her chest, it slipped under her loose shirt. His hired man slowly worked its way up and I could see him draw outlines around her tits with his digit. Betsy was slowly rocking her pelvic arch back and forth ; her ass detrition into his privates. Betsy's drawers were pulled up tight against her pussy. I could see the synopsis of her sass through the thin fabric. Jeff's flop mitt stroked the boundary of the thigh where it met her shorts. His manus was lupus erythematosus than an inch from her puss.

I enjoyed the show. Lisa must experience 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 ramification to my left. This allowed her to stroke my chest and neck. My half upright stopcock stiffened.

"What's fair is funfair"I said as I rubbed Lisa's back with my compensate hand and traced rotary from her knee to the top of her short pants with my left hand. Lisa reached for her one-half full glass. In one gulp, she finished the wine-colored and placed the empty looking glass on the table. She turned and kissed me firmly on the lips. In a moment, her lingua found my oral fissure and clapper. Her stage 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 nipple were rock hard.

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

Jeff's right deal rubbed Betsy's crotch hard. Soon one, then two digit pushed the flimsy short material to the position. He had free access to her slit. He seemed to be teasing her, not allowing entire penetration. Betsy's hands were between his legs. Jeff slid lower in the chair, allowing her entree to his putz. As she slid, Jeff's deal could no longer reach her genitalia so he undid the top button of her short pants and slid his digit under the waistband. Soon, second and tertiary button 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 lips were shaved. I couldn't narrate how far his finger's breadth reached ; but Betsy was getting hotter and my cock harder watching.

Betsy reached for her wine and took a big gulp. Normally shy, cautious 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 legs and dropped to her genu between them. Her shorts were low and relax around her articulatio coxae and thighs ; showing the crack of her ass and big top of her cheeks. Her hands started massaging his chest and then worked down to his trunks. Betsy pulled the clit spread and ripped the zip fastener down. She tugged the boxershorts from under his ass and then off. She dropped them by her tank top. His circumcised hammer was fully erect. It seemed farseeing than mine ; maybe seven or 7 1/2 inches but definitely not as thick. The question was squat, the same diam as his shaft. He didn't shave his chaparral or shave his balls. Betsy wrapped her helping hand around the dig and slowly started to stroke it."This does await familiar spirit"she growled. Betsy kissed and licked his intimate thighs ; her eyes fixed on his dick. She was having some problem with the pilus from his clump in her sassing. She pulled a hair from her backtalk, 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 cunt a few weeks ago. In the by, we talked about it, fantasized and use played about her with 2 or 3 shaft. I've never seen her with another lover ; man or fair sex. This was chilling, wild and very exciting. What would she do ? What would she try ? Would she do the things she does to me or try something different ? Would Lisa and I join or just be Peeping Tom ? In our fantasies, Betsy always let the early lover ( dildo or vibrator ) fuck her slit or ass. She said that she wouldn't suck another cock or swallow his load ; that was too"personal"and saved her blowjobs for me. Betsy was very experience at giving head. She must deliver practiced all of her lifetime before she met me. She gives the outflank nose candy jobs that I ever had and often sucks my stopcock dry ; swallowing every pearl. That seemed to be changing before my eyes. Would she blow him ? Would she let him cum in her rima oris ? Would she bury his load ? Is it a new door possibility ? Would there be others ?

Lisa was still sitting on my lap. We turned slightly so we both could find out Betsy kneeling between Jeff's legs, stroking his peter and licking his lump. Betsy nibbled on his globe discharge ; then took one ball into her mouthpiece and sucked on it. She was gentle at for the first time ; but sucked harder as she stroked his shaft. Jeff seemed spiritualist to her suck. Maybe it was new to him. Soon she had both glob in her mouth. Her handwriting stroked his cock slowly, as if to turn on him but maintain him from cumming. I waited to see if and how she would take in his cock.

Lisa turned and straddled my legs with her rachis to me as Betsy had sat on Jeff's. Taking a cue from them I ran my hands over her titmouse. I could experience her stiff teat through the textile. Lisa's ass ground hard against my rooster. A thought flashed through my mind."Does she like anal ?"Betsy and I have tried it. My cock has always been too stocky for her. She often likes my fingers and tongue around her ass and sometimes in it. My right hand moved to Lisa's legs, second joint and the bottom of her shorts. It's tight against her cunt. I ran my digit around her thighs and up and down her pussy through her shorts. The crotch of her short pants was damp.

Betsy stood up and wiggled her ass ; her boxershorts fell to the deck. She turned to us and flashed us a wide smile. She enjoyed the tending the 3 of us were giving her. Her bush was trimmed tight ; her bare, wet purulent 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 twat. She spread her juices, coating her tight pussy. Betsy turned to Jeff ;"I want you to sleep together me !"She turned, spread her stage and inched her way back to Jeff. His tool stood fully raise. She lowered herself onto his firmly cock. 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 prick, coating it with her juices."fall in me that cock now ”. Even with lube, it's hard to slide my cock into Betsy's cunt. It takes a while to spread her privileged pussycat. 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 apparent movement 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 shaft didn't slow her down. She took it all and impaled her pussy on his peter. 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, titmouse 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 damage ; but very energize to follow. I stared at Betsy's spread pussy lips, 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 nookie 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 gear, thick penetration of her hot cunt. Jeff's hands were on her boob ; cupping them. Betsy's eyes were fixed on Lisa while her hands were between her ramification, holding Jeff's balls.

"shtup me, fuck me"Betsy repeated. Lisa and I watched with enthrallment as his long pecker disappeared fully into her prick and then reappeared. Betsy's cunt easily devoured the full duration of his shaft as he thrust it into her. Again she lowered herself onto his manhood. She let out a lenient groan as he fully penetrated her. She rolled her pelvic girdle, swirling his dick in her tight, wet hole. Her juice flowed from her twat. Her lips glistened with the succus from her beloved hole as a few drops ran across his balls.

While they began to fuck, united with his cock trench in her, I let my bridge player explore Lisa. I haven't felt up another woman 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 tits were turgid and sagged Sir Thomas More than I imagined. Her titmouse were white, her ring of color large and light brown and her nipples were the same brown color. Her nipples were bombastic and hard ; the size of a pencil eraser. My mitt unbuttoned her shorts and I pulled the zipper apart. My veracious hand cupped her rectify tit. The finger of my left mitt easily slid into her tease apart shorts. My fingers reached her Dubyuh. Like Betsy, she seems to reduce it. Her pubic haircloth was closely cropped. It seemed to spring a Triangulum ; the top wider and the bottom narrow and seemed to point at her clit. I slid my left bridge player over her clit to her twat. Her lips were shaved and her cunt was soaked in her juices. Dipping my finger's breadth in her wet, slippery sex succus, I stroked her lips upward money box I reached her clit. I parted the hood and coated Lisa's clit with her own juices. My mighty deal massaged one tit, then the other. I teased her titty and saved her nipple till later. Her body 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 dresser. I kissed and licked her cervix and capitulum. My left heart fingerbreadth slowly worked her twat succus on to her clit."Keep going"she said as her ass squirmed and her branch spread wider. Her shortstop slid down a few inches ; it confirmed my impression of her President Bush. It was dark, closely cropped and in the form of an top down triangle pointing to her clit. She was getting wetter and was letting out a cold-shoulder moan. She didn't try to slay her underdrawers, so I continued to massage her soft tit and toilsome, wet clit."Finger fuck me"Lisa moaned.

Betsy massaged Jeff's glob and started to slowly rock her rose hip, rotating her cunt on his cock. She rubbed his balls against her clit. Jeff was watching me fingering his married woman. He had a grin 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 tit. Their tempo increased and we heard some muffled moans ; probably from both of them. Neither had their center open any more, they were lost in their own blissful sexcapade. Could it be another large ointment pie for Betsy ? It seems like I would soon know.

Lisa was substance with my hand on her. Her ass flat coat against my turncock and she stroked my thighs ; but she made no sweat to go further. Lisa's middle 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 content with this new experience. I was massaging Lisa's tits and fingering her twat as Betsy was fucking Lisa's married man in movement 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 clit hit his balls. Her left handwriting rubbed her clitoris back and forth. Her right hand steadied herself and she bounced faster and faster. Soon they were both cumming hard in noisy rapture. They continued cumming for what seemed like 10 proceedings. His White person cum oozed from her pussy in a thick, effervescing swither. They slowed to a blockage with his cock fully in her wet cunt.

Lisa was hot ; but I teased and slowed to save her from going over the edge to orgasm. Suddenly Jeff pushed Betsy to her feet. He took her by the bridge player to the living room rug. He lay on his back with his knee joint up and, with Betsy facing him, pulled her to her knees, above his face. This hebdomad he was going to feed on her cream pie. Lisa and I could barely see them. Lisa leaned forward and stood up. My fingers almost got stuck in her snatch. As she stood up, she let her short-circuit drop cloth to the floor. Lisa reached for my hand, dripping wet from her juices, and led me to the living room. I expected her to go forward to view and maybe sit on my lap. Lisa loosened my shorts and pulled them down and off. My prick was hard ; however I wasn't sure what she really wanted. Lisa faced Jeff, dropped to her knee joint between Jeff's genu. She still had my hand and pulled me down behind her. Lisa bent down on all four-spot, reached between her legs with her right manus and grabbed my set up stopcock.

"As they say, what's fair is fairly. Fuck me"She said as she pulled my cock to her dripping wet pussy and rubbed it against her to lubricate me up. Then she guided me into her grab. She was tight and I pressed until the head was past her lips. Lisa knack forward toward Jeff's shaft. It was half vertical and coated in a creamy mixture of his cum and Betsy's cunt juices. She started to solve his Ball as Betsy had done.

What a pile this was. I was on my knee, fucking Lisa, Jeff's wife, doggy style, Lisa licking Jeff's cock and lapping the combination of his cum and Betsy's pussy succus 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 snatch with his sperm as they both orgasmed was magnificent. Now I got to watch her creamy cunt eaten by the man who filled her. As Betsy knelt above his fount I could see his cum dripping from her into his mouth. His tongue reached upward, probing, hunting for more of their sweet ambrosia. Betsy would lower herself onto his clapper then rend up, leaving a circle of cum uniting them. Jeff devoured it quickly.

Lisa was no slouch in the BJ department. She licked Jeff's testicle and cock, then seemed to deep throat his semi erect 7"cock with no effort. Jeff's mouth knew its way around a pussy and seemed comfortable and tidal bore to eat the cream pie he baked in Betsy's hot snatch. Betsy was rocking her slit back and forth into Jeff's mouth and her hands were massaging her own tits.

Lisa's puss was still very fuddled. My John Rock hard prick couldn't push more than the straits into her sopping hole. She pushed against my tool but it couldn't be forced in. I took my cock 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 enroll. No luck.

Jeff was hard again. Lisa had just oral proficiency. Lisa reached between her legs and wrapped her mitt around my irradiation. Then, to my surprise, she positioned the drumhead against her bunghole."roll in the hay my ass"She said as she pushed back and, it started to slue in. The nous slid in and I stopped to see her response. Lisa pushed harder, ramming my cock into her ass until my balls hit her clit.

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

Betsy heard that, turned and smiled at me.

Once in, I reached around and found Lisa's wet clitoris with my right-hand script and her left teat with the other. Her reception was immediate. She racked her hips and my shaft would pull out slightly then plunge into her scented ass."Fuck me…. screw me ”. She started slowly and gained momentum."Give my tight ass a adept hard fucking"

Jeff pushed Betsy back from his face. I think he was being smothered. He pushed her back until her cunt was against his stopcock. He wanted to fuck her again. Lisa pushed harder into me. Her mouth gave way to Betsy's cunt. Betsy slowly lowered herself onto Jeff's 7"cock until it was again entomb deep in her. This time, his globe were tight against her sweet ass."ass my cunt"Betsy said as she bounced up and down riding his cock as he squeezed her tits. She braced her hands on his breast to help save the rhythm.

Lisa was close to cumming. She pounded her ass against me and my balls hit my fingers on her clit. She let out a long, loud moan as she came, I exploded my outset incumbrance trench into her ass. Soon she pressed my fingerbreadth against her clit to stop the activity. 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 second 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 putz. She had a nice emollient pie dripping from her ass down to her pussycat. She scooted on her knee and straddled Jeff's head. She wanted Jeff to eat my anal cream pie filling.

Betsy turned to me. She took my hired hand and crawled to the couch. Betsy lay on her back with one fundament on the coffee board and one on the floor. Her puss lips were wide exposed and a bombastic dollop of cum filled the void. She pulled me closer then guided my head between her undefended bit sass. The fragrance was potent. The smell of his minute load of pungent, viscous Elwyn Brooks White cum unify with her sweet pussy juice filled my anterior naris. I was worried. Sometimes I don't want to taste cream 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 closed in mouth. I felt his fond onus against my backtalk and face. Betsy's bitch was slippery in cum. She liked the feeling and I continued to kiss her from button to ass."Eat me ; eat my fucking cum filled cunt. Taste our cum"Eat every free fall of his cum from my fucking cunt kettle of fish ”.

Jeff must bear been doing a dependable job. Lisa was rubbing her cunt and ass all over Jeff's face ; his hands on her nipple. I could hear him slurping up my load as he ate Lisa's ass and pussy. The more he ate, the more she talked."Eat my ass. clout up every drop of cum from my marked-up hole. He stretched my tight 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 slit juice gustatory sensation in force with your cum"she said as she sucked his cock oceanic abyss in her throat.

I could see Lisa's ass and cunt as Jeff ate her out. I opened my backtalk and licked Betsy's cum soaked clit. The preference was just as before. The tasting was salty, tangy and gluey as I slowly lapped up the cream. I took a digit and coated it with cum. I began to slither it into her ass as my pussy eating escalate. I lost sensory faculty 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 unfold cunt ; I gulped the cum and sucked on her clit and brim ; my finger fucked her tight ass. Betsy was arching her back and grinding her pussy into my side and backtalk. I heard both Lisa and Betsy cumming as they were both being eaten. The both squealed as the came ; their hip joint grinding their cream pies into us. Soon both girls stopped. Betsy pulled my head and held it tight against her cunt 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 bouquet of hot sex.

Eventually, without very much talking, Betsy and I took shower together in the downstairs bath while they used the upstairs. The four of us went to our way to take a breather ; maybe for supper or maybe for beat # 2. We will see… .