Betsy - Reawakened Ch. 13

"Say what?"

"Tell me what I was doing. I want to hear you say it."

"You were fucking him."

"No. He was fucking me. Because I let him. That's because you gave me rules that allow me to, which I followed. Explicitly. Which you should know after punishing me last night. And again, rightfully and thankfully so. I'm grateful that you paddled me, because I needed it for my mental health. You keeping me in check is the only way I can do this. But I am in the middle of doing this. Right now. He just fucked me. And so, I called him baby. That doesn't mean I want to have his baby. I probably called him a couple of other things that don't mean shit when you account for who you are to me. You have to be able to separate the fun we want to have from who we are together, Darren. If you can't do that, fine. But tell me now, because I'll need to ask my guest to leave. And... we'll need to have another conversation tonight, because this is not something I'm going to feel guilty about."

"I... I just freaked when you called him that. That's all."

"Okay. I can accept that. Tell me, is Diane your princess?"

"What?"

"You've drooled over her for years, Darren. Years. I've literally seen you get hard just from staring at her on bridge night. A huge, pulsing, animalistic, ready-to-breed erection... right out in front of everyone. You're that big, and it's that noticeable. Yes, I'm sure you'd tell anyone that had the nerve to mention it to you that it was me that got you that way. But you and I both know better. I've never cared, because I know you love me, and we've had some of the best sex ever afterward, with you thinking about her when you fuck me. And don't insult me and try to say you weren't. We both know better. But now, you've actually fucked her. You came for her seven times in one long, lust-filled night, just five days ago. So I'm asking again. Is she your princess?"

"I don't understand the question."

"You've never called me that. Ever. But you had that name at the ready for her, like it was ingrained in your mind. I handed you the bitch... on a fucking leash. I turned her over to you, told you that you could fuck any hole you wanted, and the first thing you did was call her princess. Is that who she is to you?"

"I... I don't know. I just called her that. Besides, you called Keith handsome."

"Because he is handsome. Is she really a princess!"

"Well, no. Not that I'm aware of."

"But now she thinks she is for you. And you know what? I don't really give a fuck about it, because like I said, I know you love me. I knew it the entire time you were next to me, fucking her. I could feel your love even then."

"And I felt the same way about you with Keith. I never doubted your love for me, Betsy."

"Did you when I was fucking Wyatt?"

"Well, no."

"Then what's the goddamn problem? Because I had a great time with Diane and Keith. I want to do that again with them. Soon. But I also want to do this. Are we going to have a problem now?"

"No. I told you, I overreacted."

"Did you cum?"

"What?"

"I know you got hard. That's why you're so confused. If you were angry, you would have just said that. If you're confused, it's because you got excited about what you were listening to, but you couldn't handle what I called him while I was doing it."

"What are you, a damn psych major now?"

"English, with minors in history, and sexual relations. That last one is more of an honorary degree, but trust me, I earned it in college."

He relaxed, finding her humor put him at ease. "Yeah. I know. I was your thesis, remember?"

"Then why are you debating me? I know you got hard. I know you more than likely got your cock out. I wanna know if you came?"

"No. I stopped myself."

"Why?"

"Because I don't know why you called. I wasn't sure what you wanted me to do. I know you too, Betsy. There's no way you called just to make me listen."

"No. I didn't. Was it hot, though?"

"I got my cock out. I had to stop myself. I think that goes without saying."

"Say it anyway," she giggled.

"Yes. It was hot."

"So are we okay... baby?"

"Ha! Yes. I'll get better at this. I promise."

"You better. I've just wasted ten minutes I could have been with Wyatt. Now I only have a half-hour left."

"So why did you call me then?"

"To inform you that I was going to fuck Wyatt, and to tell you that I expected you to be here promptly at one this afternoon to reclaim your pussy."

"Oh. Well, I'm sorry I messed that up for you, sweetie. Like I said. I'll try to do better next time."

"Good. I'll see you tonight. I love you."

"I love you too."

He hung up, slumping back into his leather chair. His erection was still raging, testament to the fact that she right. He was far more turned on than he ever was upset. He closed his eyes, thinking about what he'd listened to while she was fucking. Taking his cock in his hand, he tried to recapture that mood.

Betsy walked to the entry of the living room, finding Wyatt keeping himself hard. She smiled at the sight. "Sorry about that?"

"Is everything okay?"

"Yeah. I kinda expected it, actually. There are going to be some growing pains as we navigate our way through what we're doing. It's not like there's some book on what to do or how to properly react. We have to experience it, talk about it, and trust in each other. And that's going to be constantly happening, because we're going to be constantly growing together as we explore this life."

"Good. I'm glad you worked it out."

"Hmm... you know, half of me just wants to watch you keep doing that. I love that you're still hard for me."

"What does the other half of you want?"

"She wants you to come into the kitchen, bend her over that table, and fuck her ass."

"I'm happy to do either for you. Which half do you see winning out?"

"C'mon baby. Mommy needs her ass fucked," she said as she spun around, showing it to him as she walked away.

She was bent over the table, Wyatt just about to stuff the head of his cock past her anal ring. "Hand me the phone," she winked over her shoulder.

"Are you serious?"

"He deserves another chance to get it right. I'd rather do it as soon as I can than make him wait a couple of weeks."

He paused and grabbed the handset. She dialed quickly, waiting for it to ring.

Darren was approaching his climax. He needed it, the stress and excitement he'd just experienced converging in a way that had him desperately stroking his shaft. Unfortunately, the ringing phone made the image he was using to fuel his lust disappeared in an instant.

"Beck Manufacturing. Darren Thomas," he said, hiding his frustration as best as he could.

"Hi baby," she cooed again.

Sensing in her voice the chance for a do-over, he jumped at it. "Hi there. How's that ass of yours this afternoon?"

"Funny you should ask. At the moment, it's exposed. And it's about to get fucked."

"How is that?"

"As it so happens, I'm bent over the dinette table. Wyatt is here. As soon as you hang up, I'm going to reach behind, pull my cheeks apart, and I'm going to beg him to fuck it."

"As soon as I hang up?"

"Good point. Pretty much as soon as I'm done talking to you. His cock is against my asshole right now. I've already made him wait too long, so when we're done talking, I'm letting go of the phone. You can listen if you want, or you can hang up. I don't really care about that. What I do care about is you. I expect you to be here at one. He'll be leaving then. You'll have to decide which hole you want to take back. I'm already dripping his cum out of my pussy."

"God Betsy. I love you."

"I love you too. One o'clock. And I've been a bad girl, so if my baby needs to punish me again tonight, I'll totally understand. Bye!"

She let go of the phone, the cord springing back. The handset banged against the cabinets under the counter to her right, but it didn't damage anything. She knew Darren was still on the line, so she played to him.

Reaching back, she spread her cheeks wide. "Okay lover. My baby wants to hear you start fucking my ass. Don't hold back. Fuck me hard, and don't stop!

Darren was indeed listening. There was no way he'd be able to leave just yet. He listened intently, chuckling to himself when he heard her call Wyatt her lover. He would have been fine if she'd called him baby again. That she went out of her way to make Wyatt know who her real baby was made him melt a bit. He couldn't believe he'd been jealous over something so trivial.

He was waiting for the moment. It would take him about fifteen minutes to get home, but because she gave him a precise time, he didn't want to chance being late. He was going to give himself twenty. He just needed the cue to get up, put his cock away, and go.

That cue came when Wyatt thrust his hips forward, burying his cock.

"AAAAAGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!

THAT FUUUCCKINNNG HUUURTTSS!"

"Do you want me to stop?" he asked, knowing better.

"NOOOOOOOO!"

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Darren passed the green van at the corner, just down the street from his house. He waved at Wyatt, who gave him a toothy smile and wave in return.

"He won't be able to wipe that grin off his face until... hell, probably the next time he shows up at my house when I'm in town," he admitted. It was hard to imagine that would be the last time he'd get to dip his cock into Betsy's sweet pussy, or ass.

Slowing down in front of his house, he pulled into the gravel. He was quick to notice where his wife had parked the station wagon, and as he pulled up next to it, he saw her rocking on the swing exactly like she'd been when Wyatt first arrived. Right down to the joint she was smoking.

She gave him a playful wave, but made sure he knew not to pull up onto the carport itself. He got out of the car, and walked up. When he got to the middle of the big cement slab, she motioned for him to stop.

"Are we going to continue exploring, Darren? I want to know right now if that was the last time."

"We're going to continue, sweetie. I'm sorry if I upset you."

"I'm not upset. Far from it. I just had a great time. I only want to know if it was the last time."

"I want us to keep doing this, Betsy. I'm not saying there won't be times when I'll freak out a bit. We just have to work through those together like we did today. But I love what we're doing. So no, that was not the last time."

"Good. Did you cum yet?"

"Uh... no. I listened to you and Wyatt start, and then I got in the car and came home."

"Also good. Get underdressed."

"What?"

"I want to watch you get undressed. Then, I'm going to bring this joint over to you, and you're going to smoke it while I smoke your cock," she winked, holding up a second one for him.

"I have to get back to work."

"No you don't. You have to fuck your wife before your son comes home. Several times. We have four hours before I have to start dinner. Now get undressed please."

He wasn't going to argue. His raging erection was doing all his thinking for him. Yet he didn't scramble out of them. He actually took his time. She was right. He didn't have to go back to work. He was in charge of the district. He was the boss on the east coast, and he could certainly take an afternoon off if he needed to. Or in this case, wanted to.

When he was finally naked, a neat pile of clothes sitting on top of his shoes, he stood patiently, waiting for her. She rocked to her feet, her heels clacking on the hard surface. She finished the last toke of her joint, dropping it and stepping on it to make sure it was out. Handing him the other one, she lit it for him. As he was taking his first hit, she squatted in front of him, spreading her knees as she took his cock down her throat.

His left hand was on her head, following along, not guiding as much as stroking her hair lovingly. His other would bring the joint to his lips every now and then, letting that burning sensation fill his lungs before he'd exhale slowly. It was hard not to think of himself as king of the world in that moment. If Diane was his princess, then the incredible beauty sucking his cock was undoubtedly his queen. And by all accounts, she was really the one that ruled the monarchy.

By the time he finished the joint, she was fucking him with her face. He put out the blunt like he'd seen her do, licking his thumb and forefinger, covering them with saliva, then pinching the end quickly to extinguish it. He was surprised he didn't feel anything, other than the buzz in his head and the electric current running through his crotch from what she was doing to him. Flicking the butt into the grass, he put both hands on her head, lovingly holding her as she bobbed over his manhood.

He was certain she was about to pull off him. She'd been playing with her pussy, rubbing her fingers over her clit, edging herself. He anticipated her getting to the point that she'd need fucked again. But she was calling the shots. He was going to do whatever she told him.

What neither of them anticipated was the unexpected interruption.

They heard a gasp coming from behind the carport, followed by a soft voice cracking, "Oh... my."

Darren turned to look, not processing the situation right away. Betsy looked out of the corner of her eye, smiling around Darren's shaft as she took it all the way down her throat and held herself still.

By the time he realized the full situation, there was no sense in concerned himself with the fact that they'd been caught. There was nowhere to hide anyway, so it seemed pointless. He'd been so worked up by everything that happened since that first phone call that there was no way his cock was going to deflate, and the pot had relaxed him enough that he honestly didn't care that they were being watched. He mentally shrugged and accepted he was on display. For all he knew, Betsy might have staged the intrusion.

"You're showing off, sweetie," he chuckled.

Betsy pulled back for just a moment and said, "If you want to really show me off, you know what to do."

"Whatever you say," he growled.

Taking her head more forcefully in his hands, he held it still and began bucking his hips, fucking her throat. She dropped to her knees, and put her hands behind her back, acting like they were tied that way.

He ravaged her for a full minute, screaming out at the end.

"AAAAAHHHAAAHHHAAAAA!"

He pushed her backward and stepped away, his chest flexing as he tried to gather his bearings. He needed to cum, but he wasn't sure how this new development changed things.

Betsy wiped her watering eyes with the back of her hand, collecting herself. Standing, she smiled sweetly at her neighbor, who was barefoot in the grass, wearing her new pink and white bikini.

"Hi Elaine. What brings you over?"

"I saw Red leave. I... I've been waiting. I was wondering if you'd consider helping me after all. But I didn't know Darren came home. I must have missed him driving up."

"You were waiting for Red to leave?" she laughed.

"Yeah. But it was taking forever. So I read a book on the front porch. When I saw the van go by and I decided to come over. I ducked into the house and came around the back... you know, like a friendly neighbor would. I never dreamed I'd see... how in the world do you do that, Betsy? Darren's got a huge cock!"

"Thanks," he answered, wondering if they knew he was still there, or if either of them understood that same impressive appendage was still throbbing. He wanted to be using that cock.

"Oh, I'm sorry dear. This... this can wait. I'll come back later," she laughed, turning to leave.

Betsy would have none of that. "Elaine, what is it? How can we help you?"

"We?" Darren wondered aloud.

"Relax, baby. We have four hours. I'll take care of you. I promise." Walking to Elaine, she took her hand. "Please. What can we help you with?"

"Are you sure? I feel awful about interrupting."

"You should know after this morning that I'm more than capable of making it up to Darren. It's just a delay. I meant what I said. We have at least four hours until Neil comes home. Probably four and a half. And if I was at all worried about being interrupted, as you put it, I would have taken him inside. To be honest, it was really exciting to be caught like that."

"Would have been more exciting if you would have finished what you started," Darren pouted.

"Pipe down, baby. Whining doesn't suit you. We have a guest, and we were the ones doing it outside. I was just telling Elaine this morning how incredible it felt to be free and naked outside. Don't tell me you don't love it too. But that's the risk I took. We'll be fucking soon. I promise."

Darren relented. He knew it was another overreaction. There was no roadmap for him to follow on how to navigate the sexual thrill ride they were traveling on. There was bound to be a detour to two. That they had time, and knowing Betsy wasn't going to change her mind about finishing what they began, he realized the best way to move forward was to embrace the situation they were in.

"You're right. I'm being whiny. It's not like I'm starved for sex."

"And you never will be," she sighed happily, thankful that he was accepting of her whims.

"Elaine, how can we help?" Darren asked, moving closer himself.

Her eyes darted to his cock, a smirk appearing. But she remained focused on her purpose for being there.

"I was thinking about this morning, Betsy. I was wondering, would you show me how? I really want to surprise Timothy tonight."

"Oh my God! Yes! I'd love to. I'll go get my stuff," she giggled, jumping up and down before heading toward the door.

"Uh... Betsy," Darren questioned. He wasn't upset, but he was confused again. Pointing toward his throbbing, angry cock. "You promised. I've been like this so long it's beginning to hurt"

"Baby, you heard Elaine. She needs me to show her how to shave her pussy."

"Uh... I don't recall her saying anything of the sort. I'm pretty sure I would have remembered something like that."

Elaine tried to be the voice of reason. "We talked about it earlier, Darren. Betsy, this is silly. Take care of your husband. I don't want to be the one that keeps him from getting what he needs. Or you either."

"Oh, I'm fine. That wasn't Red in the van. It was his son, Wyatt. You know he was here for an hour. I was dressed just like this when he showed up. I'll let you imagine the rest."

"Babe, should... should we really be airing our dirty laundry in front of our neighbor?"

"It wasn't laundry. It was dry cleaning. And they're clean now, which was why Wyatt showed up. Well, one of the reasons," she giggled."

"Betsy, what's gotten into you? Never mind. Don't answer that!"

"You already know who got into me. Now so does Elaine. We're wasting time. I'm going to go get my things so we can take care of her," she said as she opened the door to her house.

"Betsy, please stop teasing me. I need to fuck."

"Then go ahead. Fuck Elaine. I know you've fantasized about fucking her in her backyard. You've told me. Now's your chance. You have my permission... provided I get a chance with Tim sometime. Elaine?"

She grinned, looking directly at Darren's cock once more. "Deal, Betsy."

Darren looked stunned as Betsy giggled behind him. "There you go, baby. Problem solved. Elaine, take care of him, and then I'll be over to take care of you when you're done."

"Do you mean shaving me, or what we talked about earlier."

"Both if you want. Wouldn't be my first time cleaning cum out of a pussy."

"Fiftieth?" Elaine joked.

"Ha! Not that many... but often enough that I promise you won't be disappointed."

"Not if you eat pussy like you suck a cock."