This is the 2d in a series of stories. To fully take account this one, I suggest you read the world-class 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 pussy into a large, sexy pick pie. Now they were back and I wondered what fervor was in store for her and us.

It was rainy and very warm this past weekend. We spent most of the meter on the covered back porch. Jeff had a beer while the girls drank their wine-colored. No one actually wheel spoke of cobbler's last weekend. It was almost as if it never happened. Lisa never let on that her husband fucked my wife. They acted as if it never happened. Jeff didn't even steer at the sensual pleasures her had with my married woman. I wondered if it was a sometime event, pushed to the back of everyone's mind. Forever to be thought of only when our nous drifted to those trench, taboo intimate thoughts.

Both girls were braless, wore tankful tip and short that showed a lot of tanned, aphrodisiacal leg. Betsy's top was yellow and topped with pink lace. If she leaned forward, the low neck opening drooped and you could see her lowly but perky titty. Lisa had a amobarbital sodium top. No lace and it was tighter. It didn't droop when she bent over ; but, her mammilla made a fine impression. Lisa has shoulder length Shirley Temple hair. She is about the same height, 5'5 ”, slightly heavier and her mamilla 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 build but heavier.

The music was dependable and the beer and wine flowed freely. Eventually I tried to break up the intimate latent hostility. As Betsy bent over, I made comments about the heavy aspect down her shirt. Later, when Lisa went by, Jeff would comment about Lisa's slap-up peaks under her shirt to rise on. As the day progressed and the booze flowed, we started to make comments about each other's girls as well as our own. Both girls played shy at first ; but then played into it and seemed to delight giving more opportunities for comments. As we walked by each other, more brushing and touching took space. First it was Jeff and Lisa, then Betsy and me. Soon Betsy and Lisa seemed to appear for chances to brush against each other's spouse.

Lisa asked me to go into the kitchen to help her outdoors another bottle of wine. At the counter, as I reached around her to pick out the bottle, she backed into me. I reached my arms around her to get the picture the bottleful. She pulled it to her bureau, so my manus rested against her teat. With one hand she held the bottle, with the early she took my hand and pushed it into her mammilla. She squeezed my rightfield manus 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 bottleful and poured another round.

We returned to the porch, I grabbed another beer for Jeff. We continued to blab and listen to the toons. Lisa got up to conform the radio set ; Betsy walked over and picked up a plate of Saratoga 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 message from a aphrodisiacal ma'am. Does it number 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 rachis to him ; her legs spread outside of his. I immediately thought of the in conclusion fourth dimension he was between her pegleg and of the massive cream pie he left there. As Jeff enjoyed his massage, he said,"of row you get one too"and began to rub Betsy's shoulders.

I sat across the pack of cards and could see and enjoy the unscathed show. Lisa's hands wandered down his chest and she rubbed with one hand and pinched a nipple with the other. Lisa gave me a wink. Betsy took another sip of wine-colored as Jeff's hands explored Thomas More than her shoulders. First he moved to her back. After a short while, his hands moved to her sides, from under her arms to the outside of her thighs. Lisa began to snog and cream Jeff's neck opening and ears as her hands explored his body. Soon, Betsy leaned back allowing Jeff's hands to reach the peak of her thighs and tummy. Betsy took another sip of wine-colored, closed her centre and leaned all the way back against Jeff's chest of drawers. All three had their middle closed, massaging each other to the rhythm of the music. Soon Jeff's hands were stroking Betsy's inner thighs ; occasionally gently dragging across her genitals. He kept his rightfulness helping hand between her legs and slowly moved his left one to her dresser. He massaged her upper chest, and then let his fingers circle one titty, then the former.

No one said a word but everyone's external respiration seemed to get recondite. Lisa could no longer reach Jeff's pectus, so she rubbed Betsy's shoulders. Jeff grew bolder. As his impart hired man worked its magic over her chest, it slipped under her loose shirt. His script slowly worked its way up and I could see him draw outlines around her tits with his fingers. Betsy was slowly rocking her hips back and Forth ; her ass grinding into his crotch. Betsy's short were pulled up tight against her kitty. I could see the outline of her rim through the slim fabric. Jeff's right hand stroked the edge of the thigh where it met her boxershorts. His hand was LE than an in from her pussy.

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

"What's fair is bonny"I said as I rubbed Lisa's back with my veracious hand and traced circles from her knee to the top of her shorts with my left wing. Lisa reached for her half full glass. In one gulp, she finished the wine and placed the empty glass on the mesa. She turned and kissed me hard on the backtalk. In a moment, her tongue found my backtalk and lingua. Her peg parted slightly. As we kissed, I could see Betsy and Jeff out of the recession of my eye.

Jeff had pulled Betsy's top over her knocker, fully exposing them. He teased and squeezed them. Her nipple were rock unvoiced.

Betsy pushed harder into him ; her ass priming coat against his stopcock."This feels comrade ; I wonder where have I felt this before ?"She said wistfully.

Jeff's good bridge player rubbed Betsy's crotch hard. Soon one, then two digit pushed the onionskin short material to the face. He had free admittance to her cunt. He seemed to be teasing her, not allowing full penetration. Betsy's hands were between his ramification. Jeff slid low-toned in the chair, allowing her approach to his shaft. As she slid, Jeff's hand could no longer reach her genitalia so he undid the top clitoris of her shorts and skid his fingers under the cincture. Soon, second and 3rd push were undone. Because he recently fucked her, he knew that her chaparral was cropped into a suddenly landing strip just above her clit and her rim were shaved. I couldn't secernate how far his fingerbreadth reached ; but Betsy was getting hotter and my prick harder watching.

Betsy reached for her wine and took a big gulp. Normally shy, bourgeois Betsy pulled her tank top completely off and dropped it to the deck. She stood up, turned to Jeff. She spread his leg and dropped to her knees between them. Her shorts were low and loose around her hips and thigh ; showing the crack of her ass and tops of her cheeks. Her deal started massaging his chest and then worked down to his shorts. Betsy pulled the button undecided 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 putz was fully erect. It seemed longer than mine ; maybe seven or 7 1/2 inches but definitely not as midst. The head was squatty, the same diameter as his shaft. He didn't cut back his bush or trim his orb. Betsy wrapped her hand around the shaft and slowly started to stroke it."This does look familiar"she growled. Betsy kissed and licked his inner second joint ; her centre fixed on his cock. She was having some trouble with the hair from his balls in her mouth. She pulled a hair from her mouth, the continued to lap up his balls.

As far as I know, Betsy hadn't been with another fan since we were married until Jeff fucked her and creamed her cunt a few weeks ago. In the past, we talked about it, fantasized and office played about her with 2 or 3 rooster. I've never seen her with another lover ; man or woman. This was scary, wild and very rouse. What would she do ? What would she try ? Would she do the thing she does to me or try something different ? Would Lisa and I join or just be voyeurs ? In our phantasy, Betsy always let the other lover ( dildo or vibrator ) fuck her puss or ass. She said that she wouldn't suck another shaft or bury his freight ; that was too"personal"and saved her blowjobs for me. Betsy was very see at giving read/write head. She must cause practiced all of her life before she met me. She gives the right snow jobs that I ever had and often sucks my prick dry ; swallowing every drop. That seemed to be changing before my eyes. Would she blow him ? Would she let him cum in her lip ? Would she swallow his consignment ? Is it a new door curtain raising ? 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 turncock and licking his balls. Betsy nibbled on his nut sackful ; then took one orb into her mouth and sucked on it. She was gentle at offset ; but sucked harder as she stroked his irradiation. Jeff seemed sensible to her sucking. Maybe it was new to him. Soon she had both balls in her mouth. Her bridge player stroked his shaft slowly, as if to stir him but keep him from cumming. I waited to see if and how she would suck his cock.

Lisa turned and straddled my wooden leg 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 find her strong mammilla through the fabric. Lisa's ass ground hard against my cock. A thought flashed through my mind."Does she like anal ?"Betsy and I have tried it. My cock has always been too thickheaded for her. She often likes my digit and tongue around her ass and sometimes in it. My right handwriting moved to Lisa's peg, thighs and the bottom of her trunks. It's tight against her snatch. I ran my finger's breadth around her thighs and up and down her puss through her trunks. The genitals of her boxers was damp.

Betsy stood up and wiggled her ass ; her shorts fell to the deck of cards. She turned to us and flashed us a full smiling. She enjoyed the aid the 3 of us were giving her. Her George Herbert Walker Bush was trimmed tight ; her bare, wet pussy sassing were exposed for Lisa and me to see.

"Are you enjoying this as a great deal as I am ?"Betsy said. Her left hand rubbed her moist slit. She spread her succus, coating her fuddled pussycat. Betsy turned to Jeff ;"I want you to fuck me !"She turned, spread her stage and inched her way back to Jeff. His cock stood fully erect. She lowered herself onto his difficult cock. She braced herself on the arm of the chair with one hired hand. With the former she held Jeff's cock and rubbed the brain against her wet slit, coating it with her juices."Give me that prick now ”. Even with lube, it's firmly to slide my hammer into Betsy's twat. It takes a while to spread her inner snatch. She lowered herself onto Jeff's cock. She didn't hesitate. She closed her eye, 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 pecker 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 cock didn't slow down her Down. She took it all and impaled her cunt on his dick. She doesn't often ride my tool in a reverse cowgirl position ; but it was double-dyed 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 watch another man fuck his own wife. There was something perversely unseasonable ; but very energize to watch. I stared at Betsy's cattle farm snatch lips, split wide by Jeff's throbbing fellow member. I never seen Betsy even making out with anyone or getting felt up before. Now I was watching her shtup Jeff. I've never had this view of Betsy having sex. Even watching ourselves in the mirror didn't get me this heavy. Any shyness she ever had disappeared.

They sat motionless enjoying the first, inscrutable penetration of her hot snatch. Jeff's manus were on her tits ; cupping them. Betsy's eyes were fixed on Lisa while her hands were between her legs, holding Jeff's balls.

"shag me, fuck me"Betsy repeated. Lisa and I watched with enthrallment as his yearn pecker disappeared fully into her snatch and then reappeared. Betsy's twat 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 delicate moan as he fully penetrated her. She rolled her hips, swirling his dick in her tight, wet hole. Her juices flowed from her pussycat. Her lips glistened with the juice from her love hollow as a few drop-off ran across his balls.

While they began to make out, united with his cock deep in her, I let my hired hand explore Lisa. I haven't felt up another woman since before Betsy and I were married. I was tingly, almost like a Virgo. I pulled Lisa's shirt over her headway ; she helped and let it drop. Her titmouse were bigger and sagged more than than I imagined. Her titty were bloodless, her areolas large and light Robert Brown and her tit were the same embrown coloring material. Her mamilla were large and hard ; the size of a pencil eraser. My hands unbuttoned her short pants and I pulled the zipper apart. My right paw cupped her right tit. The digit of my lead hand easily slid into her loosened shorts. My fingers reached her George Bush. Like Betsy, she seems to bring down it. Her pubic hair was closely cropped. It seemed to form a triangle ; the top wider and the bottom narrow and seemed to aim at her button. I slid my left script over her clit to her pussy. Her lips were shaved and her bitch was soaked in her juices. Dipping my digit in her wet, slippery sex juices, I stroked her lips up till I reached her clit. I parted the hood and coated Lisa's clitoris with her own succus. My correct hand massaged one tit, then the other. I teased her breasts and saved her tit 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 breast. I kissed and licked her cervix and ear. My left middle digit slowly worked her cunt juices on to her clitoris."bread and butter going"she said as her ass squirmed and her branch spread wider. Her shorts slid down a few inches ; it confirmed my feeling of her bush. It was dark, closely cropped and in the form of an upside down triangle pointing to her clitoris. She was getting wetter and was letting out a slight moan. She didn't try to remove her shorts, so I continued to rub down her balmy nipple and punishing, wet clit."Finger fuck me"Lisa moaned.

Betsy massaged Jeff's glob and started to slowly rock and roll her hips, rotating her cunt on his cock. She rubbed his orb against her clitoris. Jeff was watching me fingering his wife. He had a grinning on his expression. 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 pace increased and we heard some muffled moan ; probably from both of them. Neither had their eyes give any more, they were lost in their own blissful sexcapade. Could it be another enceinte emollient pie for Betsy ? It seems like I would soon know.

Lisa was content with my work force on her. Her ass ground against my cock and she stroked my thighs ; but she made no effort to go further. Lisa's eyes were glued to Jeff's cock as it was splitting Betsy'cunt. I hadn't had sex with anyone but Betsy in over 30 years. However, I was content with this new experience. I was massaging Lisa's tits and fingering her cunt as Betsy was fucking Lisa's hubby in strawman 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 pussycat before dropping hard on it till her clit hit his glob. Her left hand rubbed her clit back and forth. Her powerful hired hand steadied herself and she bounced faster and faster. Soon they were both cumming hard in noisy ecstasy. They continued cumming for what seemed care 10 minutes. His white cum oozed from her pussy in a midst, frothy lather. They slowed to a hitch 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 feet. He took her by the hand to the living room rug. He lay on his back with his knee up and, with Betsy facing him, pulled her to her stifle, above his typeface. This hebdomad he was going to feast on her emollient pie. Lisa and I could barely see them. Lisa leaned forward and stood up. My fingerbreadth almost got stuck in her twat. As she stood up, she let her shorts pearl to the base. Lisa reached for my hand, dripping wet from her juices, and led me to the living elbow room. I expected her to persist in to catch and maybe sit on my lap. Lisa loosened my short pants and pulled them down and off. My cock was hard ; however I wasn't sure what she really wanted. Lisa faced Jeff, dropped to her articulatio genus between Jeff's knees. She still had my hand and pulled me down behind her. Lisa bent down on all quaternary, reached between her legs with her correctly hand and grabbed my erect tool.

"As they say, what's fair is fair. shtup me"She said as she pulled my hammer to her dripping wet pussy and rubbed it against her to lubricate me up. Then she guided me into her snatch. She was rigorous and I pressed until the foreland was past her lips. Lisa bent forward toward Jeff's cock. It was half erect and coated in a creamy mixture of his cum and Betsy's bitch juices. She started to thrash his Ball as Betsy had done.

What a mountain this was. I was on my genu, fucking Lisa, Jeff's married woman, barker manner, 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.

observation Jeff and Betsy turned me on more than any porno movie I've ever seen. Watching him fill her pussy with his sperm as they both orgasmed was magnificent. Now I got to watch her creamy slit 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 tongue reached upward, probing, hunting for Thomas More of their sweet-scented ambrosia. Betsy would lower herself onto his tongue then take out up, leaving a roach of cum uniting them. Jeff devoured it quickly.

Lisa was no slouch in the BJ department. She licked Jeff's orb and putz, then seemed to deep throat his semitrailer erect 7"cock with no effort. Jeff's mouth knew its way around a cunt and seemed well-situated and tidal bore to eat the cream pie he baked in Betsy's hot snatch. Betsy was rocking her cunt back and forth into Jeff's mouth and her hand were massaging her own tits.

Lisa's slit was still very mean. My rock heavy cock couldn't energy more than the promontory into her dripping hole. She pushed against my dick but it couldn't be forced in. I took my cock into my deal 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 good oral proficiency. Lisa reached between her legs and wrapped her bridge player around my slam. Then, to my surprise, she positioned the head against her asshole."Fuck my ass"She said as she pushed back and, it started to skid in. The psyche slid in and I stopped to see her reaction. 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 part my ass all-embracing capable ”.

Betsy heard that, turned and smiled at me.

Once in, I reached around and found Lisa's wet clit with my aright deal and her left nipple with the other. Her response was immediate. She racked her hips and my putz would pull out slightly then dip into her sweet ass."Fuck me…. Fuck me ”. She started slowly and gained impulse."dedicate my tight ass a commodity hard fucking"

Jeff pushed Betsy back from his expression. I think he was being smothered. He pushed her back until her cunt was against his cock. He wanted to jazz her again. Lisa pushed harder into me. Her mouth gave way to Betsy's snatch. Betsy slowly lowered herself onto Jeff's 7"dick until it was again eat up deep in her. This time, his balls were closely against her gratifying ass."Fuck my slit"Betsy said as she bounced up and down riding his cock as he squeezed her tits. She braced her workforce on his chest to aid keep the calendar method of birth control.

Lisa was close to cumming. She pounded her ass against me and my glob hit my finger's breadth on her clit. She let out a foresightful, gaudy groan as she came, I exploded my commencement load trench into her ass. Soon she pressed my finger's breadth against her button to block up the natural process. 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 secondly creamy load of the day. Betsy didn't cum again but slowed as he must have grown softer. Lisa pulled her ass away from my cock. She had a skillful cream pie dripping from her ass down to her pussy. She scooted on her knees and straddled Jeff's headway. She wanted Jeff to eat my anal cream pie filling.

Betsy turned to me. She took my hand and crawled to the lounge. Betsy lay on her back with one foundation on the coffee bean table and one on the flooring. Her pussycat lips were wide open and a turgid dollop of cum filled the void. She pulled me airless then guided my head between her open snatch lips. The aroma was impregnable. The smell of his second burden of pungent, sticky gabardine cum mixed with her dulcet pussy juice filled my anterior naris. I was apprehensive. Sometimes I don't want to sample cream after I've cum. Would it be as good as the first of his pick pies that I ate ? Just as before, I kissed her clitoris and snatch with a closed in mouth. I felt his warm load against my lips and face. Betsy's cunt was slippery in cum. She liked the feeling and I continued to snog her from button to ass."Eat me ; eat my fucking cum filled cunt. Taste our cum"Eat every pearl of his cum from my fucking twat hollow ”.

Jeff must have been doing a good job. Lisa was rubbing her snatch and ass all over Jeff's face ; his hired hand on her tits. I could get a line him slurping up my shipment as he ate Lisa's ass and pussy. The more he ate, the more she talked."Eat my ass. Lick up every pearl of cum from my dirty muddle. 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 coming. Lisa turned and began to 69 with Jeff."Betsy's cunt juice taste sensation dear with your cum"she said as she sucked his prick oceanic abyss in her throat.

I could see Lisa's ass and bitch as Jeff ate her out. I opened my mouth and licked Betsy's cum soaked button. The taste was just as before. The taste was salty, tangy and unenviable as I slowly lapped up the cream. I took a finger and coated it with cum. I began to slip it into her ass as my pussy eating intensified. I lost 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 clear pussy ; I gulped the cum and sucked on her clit and mouth ; my finger fucked her wet ass. Betsy was arching her spine and grinding her pussycat into my look 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 pick pie into us. Soon both missy stopped. Betsy pulled my mind and held it tight against her twat but stopped the cause. Lisa collapsed on Jeff and they both lay motionless. All four of us rested our sexually worn out bodies. The four of us lay motionless, breathing in the fragrance of hot sex.

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