Betsy’s Creampie #2 rewritten

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 weeks ago, Jeff had turned Betsy’s cunt into a large, sexy cream pie. Now they were back and I wondered what excitement was in store for her and us.

It was rainy and very warm this past weekend. We spent most of the time on the covered back porch. Jeff had a beer while the girls drank their wine. No one actually spoke of 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 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 mind. Forever to be thought of only when our minds drifted to those deep, taboo sexual thoughts.

Both girls were braless, wore tank tops and shorts that showed a lot of tanned, sexy legs. Betsy’s top was yellow and topped with pink lace. If she leaned forward, the low neck drooped and you could see her small but perky tits. Lisa had a blue top. No lace and it was tighter. It didn’t droop when she bent over; but, her nipples made a fine impression. Lisa has shoulder length black hair. She is about the same height, 5’ 5”, slightly heavier 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 build but heavier.

The music was good and the beer and wine flowed freely. Eventually I tried to break the sexual tension. As Betsy bent over, I made comments about the great view down her shirt. Later, when Lisa went by, Jeff would comment about Lisa’s great peaks under her shirt to climb 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 enjoy giving more opportunities for comments. 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 brush against each other’s spouse.

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

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

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

I sat across the deck and could see and enjoy the whole show. Lisa’s hands wandered down his chest and she rubbed with one hand and pinched a nipple with the other. Lisa gave me a wink. Betsy took another sip of wine as Jeff’s hands explored 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 kiss and lick Jeff’s neck and ears as her hands explored his body. 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 eyes and leaned all the way back against Jeff’s chest. All three had their eyes 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 crotch. He kept his right hand between her legs and slowly moved his left one to her chest. He massaged her upper chest, and then let his fingers circle one breast, then the other.

No one said a word but everyone’s breathing seemed to get deeper. Lisa could no longer reach Jeff’s chest, so she rubbed Betsy’s shoulders. Jeff grew bolder. As his left hand worked its magic over her chest, it slipped under her loose shirt. His hand 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 shorts were pulled up tight against her pussy. I could see the outline of her lips through the thin fabric. Jeff’s right hand stroked the edge of the thighs where it met her shorts. His hand was less than an inch from her pussy.

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

“What’s fair is fair” I said as I rubbed Lisa’s back with my right hand and traced circles from her knee to the top of her shorts with my left. Lisa reached for her half full glass. In one gulp, she finished the wine and placed the empty glass on the table. She turned and kissed me hard on the lips. In a moment, her tongue found my mouth and tongue. 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.