I continue the tale of how I got involved in the amazing sexual exploits of Lupe, my uncle’s second wife, when I stayed at their guesthouse on the Pacific Coast of Colombia.

I had travelled to there on my first paid photography assignment after graduating from university. I was staying in their fairly remote small town, as my uncle had moved from the UK many years ago and bought a guesthouse there.

My Uncle Gerry was almost sixty, and I was stunned on arrival at the guesthouse to meet his wife Lupe, who was in her mid-thirties. She was gorgeous, with an incredible busty, curvy figure. For a young twenty-three-year-old guy like myself, I definitely considered her the best MILF I had ever seen.

On my first full day there, I had caught Lupe having sex with one of the other guests. She had certainly been enjoying herself and had also worked out I had been spying on her. Lupe later explained that my uncle’s financial situation was dire, and that she had made a financial agreement with the only two other guests. For an increase in the rent, Lupe would sleep with them twice a week.

Lupe had then asked if I wanted to make a similar arrangement with her, which I absolutely did. Of course, these arrangements had to be kept secret from my uncle. Since then, I had already had sex with Lupe on several occasions.

But then I had spied on one of the guests with a different woman, Izzy. It later became clear that Izzy also ran a guesthouse on the other side of town, and that once-a-month Lupe and Izzy swapped over, and ‘serviced’ each other’s guests.

Izzy, a gorgeous blonde Latina busty MILF, had visited me in my room on a couple of occasions to service me.

Recently Izzy had asked me to come to her guesthouse, Casa Rosita, where a gang of young American guys had arrived for a friend’s wedding. Izzy had me spy on them in their room, as she and Lupe stripped off for them, and began blowing them all in a circle on their knees. Later I watched as these two naughty married ladies got gangbanged together by the six horny guys for hours on end. It had been quite a show…

I had eventually left Casa Rosita guesthouse, around 6 pm, to the sounds of Lupe and Izzy still getting fucked echoing out across the courtyard downstairs. I had left them to it, after spying on them for almost four hours as they sucked and fucked the horny young men in room twenty-eight. They had wanted me there, watching them through a ventilation fan, just in case things got out of hand, as it seemed neither of them had ever done anything like this before.

After a few hours, Lupe had briefly left the guestroom, and quietly snuck into the storage room next door in which I had been watching her and Izzy. She had sucked me off whilst I continued to watch Izzy get gangbanged, and then let me know that the both of them felt quite safe with these boys now, and I could leave if I wanted to. I had stuck around for a while longer, watching the two of them continue to be pleasured by their six young studs, before finally riding my scooter back to my room at the Casa Madre guesthouse on the other side of town, a took a short nap.

In the evening, after a takeaway meal, I had sat out on the veranda outside my room, as there was a cool breeze. Around 9.30 pm I spotted Lupe arriving back, walking through the courtyard below my room. She had changed outfits from the last time I saw her with clothes on, when she had stripped off for the boys, and was now wearing a much more conservative blouse and skirt, presumably so as not to arouse any suspicions from her husband, my Uncle Gerry.

She waved up at me, smiling briefly. She looked pretty exhausted, I thought. It wasn’t surprising after all the action she had received all afternoon and presumably this evening too. I wondered what had gone on after I left, but I guessed she would tell me in due course.

Lupe disappeared into the end of the guesthouse building, which had been converted into a two-storey home by my uncle for the two of them to live together in. I wondered what excuse she would tell my Uncle Gerry as to why she was late home tonight. Certainly, he couldn’t possibly have guessed the real reason.

I fell asleep later that night, thinking of all the incredible sights I had seen that day.

The next morning, I went downstairs, and my Uncle Gerry invited me into their home for breakfast, which he often did. I didn’t see Lupe however; she was usually around cooking up some eggs or the like.

“Where’s Lupe?” I asked casually as I helped myself to orange juice from the fridge.

“Oh, she’s not feeling too well, I’m afraid,” Uncle Gerry replied, “I think she’s going to rest up.”

“Oh dear, well I hope she feels better soon,” I told him.

I guessed Lupe wasn’t sick exactly, just probably tired from all her energetic efforts the previous day. Of course, I didn’t mention this to my uncle.

Uncle Gerry cooked us some sausages whilst I attempted to read the local Spanish language newspaper. After breakfast, I cleared away and washed the plates. My uncle asked if I was going out anywhere today or staying around the guesthouse. I told him I didn’t really have any plans.

“Perhaps you might buy my wife some soup from the vendor around the corner, and take it up to her around lunchtime?” Uncle Gerry asked, “I would stay here to take care of her, but I have an overhauled tractor engine at the workshop that I need to finish with today.”

I nodded, saying I’d be glad to help out. My uncle attempted to give me some pesos for the soup, but I refused it. After all the entertainment his wife had given me yesterday, buying her some soup was the least I could do, I thought.

I returned to my room, and out of the window, I saw my uncle get in his truck and head off to his workshop on the outskirts of town.

Around midday, I headed off to the street-food vendor and purchased two portions of Lupe’s favourite soup, and a cup of coffee. I returned to Casa Madre, walked through the courtyard, and went through the door at the end of the building into Lupe and my uncle’s home.

I headed up the stairs, the stairs I had seen her descend when I had first met her on my arrival here. What a vision she had been that day. Little did I know at that moment that I would end up getting to spy on Lupe with various men around town and have her suck and fuck me too.

I called out her name as I reached the top of the stairs. I had not ever been up here before. I moved to the front of the building, and knocked on the bedroom door, before opening it.

Inside lay Lupe, still in bed, and under the covers. She was not asleep however and turned over as she heard me.

“Hi, I brought you some soup,” I said, smiling, “Uncle Gerry said you weren’t well?”

Lupe smiled, still a little bleary-eyed. She sat up in bed, pulling the sheets up to cover herself. I put the soup and coffee down on the top of the cabinet next to her and sat on the side of the bed.

“How do you feel now?” I asked.

“Oh, I’m okay really. A little bit sore maybe,” Lupe said, giggling, “Just pretty exhausted, I guess.”

“Yes, well, you were a very busy lady yesterday,” I replied, grinning.

“I sure was,” she said, sipping her coffee, “And just in case Gerry asks, yesterday I went out for drinks with Izzy, okay? That’s what I told him when I got home last night.”

I nodded. Lupe put her arms around me, kissing me on the lips. As she did so the sheet covering her chest fell away revealing her huge naked breasts. I couldn’t help but reach for them.

“Behave!” Lupe scolded, lightly slapping my groin, pulling the sheet to cover herself again, “Go on, leave me in peace with my soup.”

She then grinned, then waved me away, and picked up her bowl of soup. This usually cock-hungry MILF was obviously more interested in food right now, and I couldn’t blame her. I got up from the bed and headed toward the hallway.

“I got to talk with you later though, I’ll come to your room,” Lupe said, blowing me a kiss.

I gave her a thumbs-up and left her alone with her lunch.

I took a nap after my own lunch, then spent the rest of the afternoon writing some reports and uploading photos from my camera to my laptop for my photo assignment. It was why I was supposed to be here after all.

In the early evening, after I had seen my uncle return from work earlier, I once again sat out on the veranda. I enjoyed the cool evening air whilst I drank from a glass bottle of ice-cold Coke and watched a movie on my laptop.

After an hour or so, I saw Lupe appear from the door at the end of the building, up here on the first-floor veranda. She made her way toward my room. She wore some fairly tight white shorts, a slightly faded black T-shirt, and sneakers. It was obvious to me she wasn’t wearing a bra underneath that T-shirt, her nipples prominently poking out.

“Hey, how are you feeling?” I asked, getting up, and pulling a chair from my room out onto the veranda for her to sit on.

“A little better, I’ll be fine tomorrow. Just needed some rest really,” Lupe said, smiling that winning smile of hers as she sat on the chair, “Thank you. Listen we need to talk.”

“Sure,” I replied, offering her a bottle of Coke.

Lupe shook her head, then turned toward me.

“You remember the deal Izzy and I made with those guys yesterday?” she asked, whispering.

I had been wanting to ask her about that. I explained to Lupe that yesterday I had left my spying position in the storage room next to the guestroom, where all the action had been occurring, to use the bathroom and buy a bottle of water. When I had returned, I had seen both Lupe and Izzy sat up against the headboard of each of the two beds in the guestroom, legs spread wide apart. They each had not just one, but two of the young guys lapping and licking at their pussies at the same time, eventually bringing them both to a screaming climax. Afterwards, they had mentioned that they both owed all the guys a ‘special favour’, but had not elaborated any further.

Lupe explained that it had been her idea to get the guys to give them both a double-tonguing session. But the boys had initially been a bit reluctant. It appeared some of the guys were rather inexperienced and had never gone down on a woman before. Also, they were concerned their tongue might come into contact with the other guy next to them, and that they would make them feel rather uncomfortable if that were to occur.

So Lupe and Izzy had come up with a way to encourage their lover boys. If these hot young studs did as they were asking, Izzy and Lupe would come back and fuck each of them on an individual basis over the next few days before they had to fly back to the States.

Apparently, Lupe had spoken with Izzy over the phone this afternoon, and between them had come up with a rota. They were both going to have another day of rest tomorrow, and then begin on Monday. They had decided to have two-hour sessions, one at 1 pm in the afternoon, and another at 6 pm.

It meant from 1 pm until 3 pm, Lupe would be fucking one of the guys in his guestroom over at Casa Rosita, whilst Izzy was fucking another guy at the same time in another guestroom. They would then take a break and come back at 7 pm and service two of the other guys. They would do the same on Tuesday, with a final single session on Wednesday afternoon, before the guys had to leave for their flight on Wednesday evening.

There had been six guys in the gangbang yesterday. One of these young men, Santi, was the local guy who had been getting married today. His five American friends, who had travelled down here for his wedding, were the other participants. Santi had certainly had a hell of an impromptu bachelor party yesterday, but he had now left with his new young bride on their honeymoon, presumably with her none the wiser to what her new husband had been up to the day before their nuptials. It meant there were five guys left, and so ten sessions were needed for both ladies to get through all the guys.

“I hope you are okay with all this, Jack,” Lupe said, beaming, “Don’t be jealous. Me and Izzy are just having fun, living out a little fantasy, you know?”

I couldn’t really be jealous, could I? I suppose I was a little, that these young guys were getting all of Izzy and Lupe’s attention at the moment. But they would soon be gone, and then hopefully things would return to how they were before, with me getting to bed Lupe twice a week, and for one week of the month getting to bed Izzy instead.

Besides, the two of them had shown me such a good time, I couldn’t moan if they wanted to go off and be wild and crazy girls for a while. Especially when they had included me in their fantasy by letting me spy on them.

“I guess those guys think they are using you for their own ends, but I get the feeling it might be the other way round,” I told Lupe.

“Exactly!” Lupe giggled, “But you know you’re our special guy, Izzy and I won’t forget you. We’re both planning our own special treats for you, maybe next week?”

Lupe had mentioned this yesterday, that she and Izzy were planning their own little way of thanking me for being there for them yesterday in case anything went wrong during the gangbang. I wondered what that might entail. Perhaps the next time I got to bed Lupe, she would wear some new sexy outfit or something? Or when I got to fuck Izzy again, she would entertain me with some new role-play scenario?

So many intriguing, and sexy, possibilities. However, I was a little disappointed, as it sounded like I wasn’t going to get to bed Lupe until next week. We had a deal that in return for an extra monthly payment, equal to the rent here, paid directly to her and a secret from Uncle Gerry, I got to fuck her twice a week. It was the same deal that the other two guests here at Casa Madre guesthouse, Mr Cohen, and Mr Dubois, had with her.

“Next week?” I asked.

“Yes, I’m sorry Jack, but I’m just going to be too busy down at Casa Rosita with those five young gringos to be able to service you too,” Lupe said, looking genuinely sorry, “I’ve told Mr Cohen and Mr Dubois that I’m gonna be sick for a few days more, but I wanted to be honest with you.”

Lupe went on to explain in hushed tones that she had agreed with Mr Dubois and Mr Cohen to squeeze her two weekly sessions each with them into Thursday, Friday, and Saturday, with her usual day off with her husband, my uncle, on Sunday. With her and Izzy being busy with the young guys on Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday, it didn’t leave any room for me.

Again, I couldn’t say I wasn’t disappointed. It did feel like I was being left until last, and left out. However, I also understood that Lupe had to be careful, and squeezing in more sessions to accommodate me, meant even more sneaking around behind her husband’s back, and that might eventually lead to discovery.

Plus, I knew Lupe wanted to enjoy her sex sessions. She wasn’t doing it solely for money, far from it. In fact, with the five young guys down at Izzy’s guesthouse, money wasn’t involved at all. As much as a cock-hungry MILF that she was, if she was exhausted and burnt out, she surely wouldn’t have any fun, and therefore my enjoyment would lessen too.

Lupe apologised again but promised she would ‘make it up to me’ next week. Whether that meant double the number of sessions, as I had missed out this week, I wasn’t sure. Perhaps she meant something else, I would have to wait and see.

“But, if you want to come and see us in action again you can,” Lupe grinned, “You know we both love the feeling of being spied on when we’re being naughty.”

“Okay, sure,” I nodded. Looks like I was set for another voyeur session on Monday.

“Oh, your air-conditioning isn’t working again?” Lupe said, much more loudly, as she suddenly stood up, “I’m sure it’s fine, let me take a look.”

Lupe then tilted her head down toward the courtyard below. I noticed Uncle Gerry was down there, taking the garbage cans out to the street. He waved up to me as he passed by below us. Lupe took my hand and pulled me to my feet and inside my room.

Even though the door was open, the shutters on the windows were closed, so no one from the courtyard below could possibly see into my room. Perhaps that’s why Lupe had the confidence to grab me and kiss me; a long, slow, and very wet kiss. I kissed her back.

“That’s it, just push it there and you’ll be up and running again in no time,” Lupe called out of the door loudly, as my hands moved to grope her ass.

We kissed again. God, I missed her body in my arms, and Christ, what an incredible body she had. Such amazing curves. She was all tits and ass.

Lupe started rubbing my rapidly growing cock through my shorts. She kissed me again, as I desperately tried to get my hands inside her tight little shorts. I went to kiss her again, but she grinned and pulled away, and moved back out into the doorway.

“Well, you’re all set now,” Lupe said loudly again, one eye down on the courtyard below.

I made a face like ‘your gonna leave me like this, with a raging hard-on’? She quietly giggled, pointed to the bathroom, and made a quick wanking gesture with her hand, suggesting I should just go jerk myself off in the shower. With that, she turned and walked back toward her and Uncle Gerry’s end of the building.

It was disappointing, but then what was I expecting her to do really? Have sex with me in my room with my uncle downstairs? I admitted defeat, closed the door, and headed to the shower to do exactly what Lupe had suggested. At least I had something to think about.

The next day was a Sunday, and my Uncle Gerry’s one day off when Lupe always spent the day with him. I saw them go out together around lunchtime, apparently to get something to eat.

I didn’t hear any bedroom activities from them in the evening, as I usually did when I sat out on the veranda outside my room. Uncle Gerry was a horny old goat I guess, the lucky bastard, and I heard muffled moans from Lupe as he made love to her almost every night. I guess if I was married to a woman like Lupe, I’d want to fuck her every night too.

Uncle Gerry must have felt like he’d hit the jackpot when he met Lupe. No wonder he divorced my Aunt Diane and moved out here permanently. Of course, he had no idea what his hot younger wife was doing with the renters at their guesthouse when he wasn’t around, or indeed with his own nephew.

But tonight, I heard nothing as I sat out on the veranda again. Perhaps Lupe was still pretending she was sick, or maybe she was still a little sore and exhausted from the gangbang. This weekend was the longest time I had known Lupe not to have any sex. I’m sure by tomorrow she would be right up for it again.

The following day I slept in late and ate around noon. I then borrowed my uncle’s scooter. He had already left for his workshop hours ago.

I headed over to Izzy’s guesthouse, Casa Rosita, on the other side of town. Lupe had said she and Izzy were going to fuck two of their young guys at 1 pm today, and I was invited to watch. Izzy had sent me a message to be there around 12.30 pm. I arrived exactly on time, and once again parked the scooter around the corner, just in case Izzy’s husband was around and recognised it.

I walked up to the reception office at the front of the building, but no one was in there. I buzzed myself in through the security gate, as Izzy had previously given me my own pass, and into the courtyard at the centre of the three-storey building. As the gate clanged closed behind me, Izzy stepped out from one of the guest rooms on the ground floor.

“Hey, there he is,” she said, grinning.

Izzy looked good, dressed in a fairly short black skirt, and a pink blouse that showed off a hint of her very impressive cleavage.

“We’re almost ready to get started,” she told me, taking my arm, and leading me toward the stairwell that led up to the floors above.

“Lupe’s here already?” I asked. I hadn’t seen her leave Casa Madre earlier, but then I had slept in late.

“Yeah, of course, she’s just getting changed,” Izzy explained, “So, I want you to go up to the second floor. There’s a storage room next to room 211. You know what to do.”

“Okay,” I replied, as she gave me a quick peck on the cheek kiss, a slap on my ass, and sent me up the stairwell.

Izzy then turned and headed back into the ground floor guestroom and closed the door. I heard muffled voices and assumed Lupe was in there too, and they were both using one of the many vacant guestrooms as a changing room to get ready.

I quietly moved up the stairs, past the first-floor veranda, and up again to the second floor. I looked down into the courtyard below; all was quiet. I looked along the veranda up here, same deal here. I quietly moved along the veranda, searching from room 211.

I didn’t want to be seen or heard here, just in case anyone saw me and happened to mention it to Izzy’s husband, Emiliano. I was not a guest here, so it would be difficult to explain my presence. At a push, I could say I had come to fix Izzy’s laptop again, something I had actually done when I first met Izzy’s husband a couple of weeks ago. But why would I be up on the second floor, when her laptop was in the reception office?

Finally, I arrived at room 211. Luckily the curtains were drawn, so whichever one of the young guys was inside waiting for Izzy or Lupe couldn’t see me as I passed by. The next door down read: ‘STORAGE’.

I looked further down the veranda. The next door down was room 212. Again, there was no one around to see me. I opened the storage room door, went inside, and closed the door quietly behind me.

I left the light off, but this storage room was fairly similar to the one from which I had spied on Lupe and Izzy during their gangbang the previous week. This one had some shelves with towels and sheets, but not much more.

Again, there were two obsolete ventilation fans that went through the wall that was shared with room 211, just like in the storage room I had used for my voyeuristic activities previously. Once again, I removed the black cardboard pieces stuck in the back of the vents and removed a couple of loose fan blades. Now I could clearly see into room 211 on the other side of the wall.

The guestroom was pretty similar to the room from last week if a little smaller. The décor was again quite an old style. There was a large king-size bed to my right, and a sofa, desk, and TV to my left. At the other end of the room, from my viewpoint, was the bathroom.

On the sofa sat Jeff, one of the young guys from the gangbang last week. He was fairly tall, with blonde hair, maybe twenty years old. He wore just jean shorts, so I could see his trim muscular bare chest. He was watching TV.

I stayed silent. I sat on a stool that I assumed Izzy had left for me here, waiting for the fun to start. I then suddenly realised that I was only going to be able to watch Jeff and whichever of the lovely MILFs came to service his needs. Izzy had not mentioned which other room the other MILF would be with one of the other guys in.

Perhaps later I could sneak out, and perhaps hear them out in the courtyard or along the veranda and work out which room they were in, and maybe manage to spy on them there? It was slightly disappointing Izzy hadn’t thought to mention the other room, but then I had forgotten to ask too I suppose.

Around ten minutes passed, as I waited for something to happen. Finally, I heard the click-clack of high-heeled shoes on the metal surface of the floor of the stairwell. I moved to the door of the storage room and quietly opened it, just a crack.

At the end of the veranda appeared Lupe. She wore a matching leopard-print bra and suspender belt set, with pink trim. Over the suspender belt, she wore some tiny pink panties. The suspender belt held up her flesh-coloured stockings, and the outfit was finished off with some pink stripper heels.

Her tits and ass bounced and jiggled as she tottered her way down the veranda, a huge grin across her face. She was either grinning because she was excited to soon be sucking and fucking a nice fit young guy again, or maybe the fact that she knew I would be watching her. Probably both.

She couldn’t have dressed like this on the veranda at Casa Madre guesthouse, as one end was open to the street, and she would have been seen. But here at Casa Rosita guesthouse, the entrance to the street was walled off. I guess if someone stood across on the other side of the street, they could probably see over the wall, particularly up here on the second floor. It was a slight risk, but maybe that added to the fun for Lupe and made her grin just that much bigger.

Lupe approached the door to room 211, but then to my surprise, passed right by it. She then passed by the door to my storage room hide-out, and out of my view. I heard the click-clack of her heels on the veranda continue a few more steps, and then stop. I then heard a knocking on the door of one of the rooms.

“Room service,” I heard Lupe call out, giggling.

I guessed she was knocking on the door of room 212, on the other side of the storage room. Had she gone to the wrong room, or had Izzy told me the wrong room number?

It suddenly dawned on me, that there were another two more obsolete ventilation fans in the wall shared with room 212. I rushed across to the fans on the opposite wall, and quietly as I could, I pulled out the black cardboard at the back of these fans. I then pulled out some of the loose fan blades here too, so that I could see into room 212 also.

Just as I peered in, a figure inside was opening the door to Lupe on the veranda outside. I recognised him as Ronny, one of the other guys from gangbang the previous week. He looked about the same age as Jeff, with a slightly bigger physique, and had light brown hair. He also was shirtless, wearing just a pair of grey shorts.

“Hey Ronny, how are you doing, baby?” Lupe asked, still grinning.

“I’m good. Wow, Mrs Lopez, you look amazing,” Ronny said, returning her smile.

“Thank you,” Lupe said, stepping into the guestroom, “Do I look enough of a whore for you?”

“Oh god, yeah, absolutely. Thank you,” he replied.

I guess Lupe had asked Ronny beforehand what he wanted her to wear, or maybe Izzy had asked him. Apparently, his answer had been to request Lupe to look like a whore. She certainly hadn’t disappointed him on that front.

They embraced each other, and kissed, as the door swung shut behind them. Ronny’s hands quickly moved to grope Lupe’s ass and tits. As they continued to kiss, a bulge appeared in Ronny’s shorts. Lupe began to rub it.

“What do you want first, Ronny?” Lupe asked as Ronny began to unclasp her bra, “You want Lupe the whore to suck your cock to get you going?”

Ronny nodded, and Lupe gently pushed him toward the sofa, and he sat back down on it. He stared up at Lupe as she removed her bra, revealing her huge firm tits. Ronny grinned.

“Yeah? You like them, don’t you Ronny?” Lupe grinned, pushing her boobs together, “What do you prefer, tits or ass?”

“Oh, I don’t know. I can’t choose,” Ronny replied, a huge tent poking up in his shorts now.

“Well, don’t worry, you don’t have to choose. You get to have both,” Lupe giggled, as she got down onto her knees in front of him.

Lupe hooked her thumbs into the waistband of Ronny’s shorts, and slowly pulled them down, his erect cock springing up to greet her. She tossed his shorts behind her, taking his cock in her hand. She then lowered her head into his lap and took the head of his dick into her mouth. Ronny’s hands moved to grope Lupe’s dangling breasts, as she slowly began to suck him.

“Oh fuck, yeah,” Ronny gasped, as Lupe’s head bobbed up and down in his lap, her lips sliding up and down his shaft.

“You like that, Ronny? You like a married whore sucking your dick?” Lupe asked in between mouthfuls of cock, “Yeah, of course you do. You enjoy knowing I’m married, don’t you?”

Ronny nodded, grinning, looking down at Lupe.

“You gonna fuck this whore in all three holes again, huh?” Lupe asked, looking up at him as she licked and lapped at his balls, the head of his cock in her hand, “Is that what you want, Ronny? You wanna fuck me like a dirty whore?”

Again, Ronny nodded, as he moaned in pleasure. Lupe took his cock back into her mouth and began slurping and sucking once again.

I watched Lupe suck Ronny’s cock and balls for the next few minutes until I heard the faint click-clack sound of high heels on the stairwell outside. I left my viewing point into room 212 and moved to open the door out onto the veranda, just a crack again.

At the end of the veranda, Izzy came into view. She wore a sexy cop uniform consisting of a tight, figure-hugging short blue dress, with short sleeves, and a single zipper right down the front. She had a loose-fitting belt with a pair of handcuffs dangling from it. She also wore a police cap with a gold police badge on the front, black sunglasses, black high-heeled shoes, and was carrying a black baton.

It was a hell of an outfit. The dress just barely covered her ass, and the zipper at the front wasn’t all the way up to the top, so a fair amount of her amazing cleavage was on display too. She looked like she meant business, and it seemed that Jeff was in trouble.

It was now obvious that Izzy had put Jeff and Ronny deliberately in rooms 211 and 212, so that I could spy on both her and Lupe easily, switching between the secret viewing points on opposite walls inside the same storage room.

I watched through the crack in the door as she held her baton up to the door of room 211, and loudly knocked on it.

“Police, open the door,” Izzy demanded.

I quietly closed the door and moved to look back through the vent into room 211, sitting on the stool as I did so. Inside the room, I saw Jeff approach the door and open it.

“Officer Diaz, sir. We had reports of a disturbance here,” Izzy said, in a serious tone.

“Oh, er, I don’t know anything about that, ma’am,” Jeff said, trying to contain a grin as he looked Izzy up and down.

“Well, your neighbours reported there was some kind of orgy going on here? A few days ago?” Izzy asked as she pushed past Jeff to enter his room, “So? What do you have to say for yourself?”

“Nothing, ma’am. I mean, I wouldn’t do anything like that,” Jeff replied.

Now she was closer, I noticed Izzy’s uniform had a patch sewn in on the chest that read ‘UNDERCOVER POLICE’.

“You know I can send you to jail if I suspect you of visiting our country for the purpose of engaging in immoral activities,” Izzy continued, pushing Jeff back into the room with her baton, “Is that what you want? Colombian prisons aren’t like your jails back home.”

Izzy looked Jeff up and down and then pushed him back further, forcing him to sit on the sofa.

“You look exactly the type who would engage in such behaviour,” Izzy continued, looking down her nose at him.

“Ah, no ma’am. Not me. I’m not that type at all,” Jeff replied innocently.

“Well, maybe I’ll just test you to see what kind of foreigner you are then. But I warn you, I need to be fully satisfied you’re not of immoral character,” Izzy said strictly, “Fully satisfied, you understand me?”

“Um, yes ma’am,” Jeff mumbled.

“Don’t call me ma’am. My name is Officer Diaz. Now give me your hands,” Izzy ordered, dropping her baton to the floor

Jeff put his hands out toward her. Izzy took his right wrist and slapped one handcuff on it. She then moved to put his hands above his head. She looped the other handcuff behind a metal power cable conduit on the wall behind the sofa, and then closed it around Jeff’s left wrist.

Jeff was now securely cuffed to the wall behind him; he wasn’t going anywhere. Izzy then leant over him, taking the waistband of his shorts, pulling them down to his ankles, and tossing them to one side. Jeff’s cock was at half-mast. Izzy kicked his thighs to spread them apart.

“Is that all you have for me?” Izzy asked him, unbuckling her belt, and dropping it to the floor.

Izzy moved to the desk and picked up a wallet. She pulled out an I.D. card and inspected it for a moment.

“Mr Jeff Walker, is that right?” Izzy asked as Jeff nodded.

Izzy dropped the wallet and I.D. card on the desk, moved to stand right in front of Jeff, and her hand moved to the single front zipper. She pulled on it slowly, and more and more of her cleavage came into view. A huge grin spread across Jeff’s face. It was obvious Izzy was not wearing a bra underneath her uniform, and eventually, as the zipper lowered even further, her huge tits fell out of her open dress.

Finally, the zipper got low enough that I could see she wasn’t wearing panties either. Her shaved pussy came into view, as the zipper reached the bottom, and the front of the dress fell to the side. Izzy then turned around slowly, as she pulled her arms out of the sleeves, and let the dress fall to the floor. I stared at her gorgeous stunning ass, as did Jeff.

Izzy then backed that ass up to sit down in Jeff’s lap and began rubbing and grinding it all over his cock. She had kept her police cap and sunglasses on, and the high heels too. It was an incredibly sexy image.

I’m sure Jeff was desperate to reach around in front and grope her tits, but due to his restraints, that was just a dream. Izzy reached behind herself, grabbing his dick.

“That’s better,” Izzy said, grinning to herself.

She got up out of Jeff’s lap, to get down on her knees in front of him. I could see Jeff was now fully erect; who wouldn’t be? Izzy looked over Jeff’s naked body before him, running her hands over his muscular arms and chest, over his flat, chiselled stomach, and along his powerful thighs.

“You’re all mine now, aren’t you, Mr Walker?” Izzy said.

“Yes, Officer Diaz,” Jeff replied.

Izzy took Jeff’s cock in her hand, and her head bowed, as she began to kiss and lick his shaft. She licked his balls too, before finally taking the head of his cock in her mouth. I watched with jealousy as her beautiful full lips slid up and down his shaft, over and over again.

It wasn’t long before Izzy picked up the pace and was noisily slobbering all over his cock. I loved all the slurping and sucking noises she made when she was sucking dick. Jeff’s face showed the agony and ecstasy of a handcuffed man receiving a top-drawer blowjob. The reasons for the ecstasy were obvious, but there was also the agony that he couldn’t get his hands on those gorgeous big tits of hers.

I decided to switch back to the other side of the storage room and check in on Lupe and Ronny in room 212. I quietly repositioned the stool and looked through the obsolete vent.

Ronny was now up on his feet, with Lupe still on her knees in front of him. Ronny held Lupe’s head in his hands, as he thrust his cock in and out of her mouth. Saliva ran down her chin and dripped onto her boobs.

“Ah fuck, yeah,” Ronny gasped.

Lupe encouraged him with lots of muffled moaning as he fucked her mouth.

“Oh, Mrs Lopez, you have such a lovely mouth,” Ronny exclaimed, as he finally pulled his cock out and let Lupe take a breath.

He then began rubbing and slapping his dick all over Lupe’s face.

“You like my mouth, do you, Ronny?” Lupe grinned, as she was slapped again in the face with the head of his dick, “Well, I love your cock in my mouth, just like every whore should.”

Lupe was really playing up the whore aspect of Ronny’s fantasy.

“Mrs Lopez, I really wanna fuck your tits now,” Ronny panted.

“Okay, baby,” Lupe replied, with a grin.

She got up off her knees, and sat on the arm of the sofa, with her legs spread wide. Ronny moved to stand in between her thighs, as Lupe pushed her tits together.

“Come and slide your cock into big tit heaven, honey,” she purred.

Ronny’s rampant cock easily slid in between her huge melons, covered in all the saliva that had dripped from her chin earlier. He began pumping away, the head of his cock continually appearing briefly at the top of Lupe’s cleavage before disappearing back into her tit-pussy, a huge smile on his face. Lupe was still pushing her tits together from the side, whilst Ronny groped them from the front.

“Ah, you got the best fucking tits, Mrs Lopez. The best,” Ronny moaned.

“Thank you, Ronny. Have you always fantasized about fucking a nice big pair of tits?” Lupe asked, grinning up at him as he nodded, “I thought so. I bet you’ve jerked off thinking about fucking a lot of girls at your university in between their nice young firm tits, haven’t you?”

“Oh god, yeah,” Ronny groaned, as he fucked Lupe’s breasts even faster.

“And probably thought about fucking a few of their moms too, right?” Lupe giggled, as Ronny nodded again, “I can just imagine you attracting some older married woman in a bar back home, and her taking you to some motel to fuck all evening.”

“Oh yeah, just like this,” Ronny replied.

“Well, the next time you get a girl into bed, just go down on her, like I showed you last week. Use some of those tricks I taught you, and you’ll soon make her come,” Lupe continued, “Trust me, after that she’ll let you do anything you want. I mean, anything.”

“Yes ma’am,” Ronny panted, as he continued to thrust in between Lupe’s tits, his thumbs running over her nipples.

“Ma’am? I’m supposed to be your whore, Ronny. You can’t call me ma’am,” Lupe giggled, “Now tell me what you want to do to me next.”

“Oh, I want you to get on your hands and knees on the bed, and I’m gonna screw you in your stunning, tight little ass.”

Lupe laughed, sitting up finally, and pushing Ronny back.

“Now that’s how you talk to a whore,” Lupe grinned, taking his cock in hand, and standing up, “Come on then, you horny boy.”

Lupe led him by his cock over to the bed and then got on top of the sheets in the doggy-style position that Ronny had requested. She then looked back over her shoulder at Ronny, stood behind at the side of the bed, groping her ass.

“Rip those panties off, Ronny,” Lupe purred back at him.

Ronny grabbed her tiny pink panties and did just that, ripping them off with quite a force, making Lupe gasp. He then put the gusset up to his face, sniffing them.

“They’re all wet,” Ronny grinned, as he slipped a finger inside her pussy, “All wet here too.”

“What did you expect? I love playing the whore,” Lupe replied, smirking.

Ronny reached forward, scrunched up Lupe’s ripped panties into a ball, and began pushing them into her mouth.

“Bad boy,” Lupe spluttered, grinning.

Ronny then rubbed his cock all over Lupe’s naked, wiggling ass. Finally, he pushed the head of his cock up against her asshole, and slowly, steadily pushed himself inside her. Lupe moaned as Ronny’s cock got deeper and deeper inside her ass. Eventually, he got it almost all the way in and then began gently thrusting in and out of her.

I heard more quiet moans from Lupe, muffled by her own panties in her mouth. Ronny slapped Lupe’s ass, a big smile on his face, as he continued to fuck her.

I decided to switch viewpoints, wondering what was happening with Izzy. I quietly moved back across to the other of the storage room and peered through the ventilation fan spyhole into room 211.

I saw the action with Izzy and Jeff had now moved away from the sofa. Izzy was on her back on the bed, her legs spread high in the air. The tables had seemingly turned whilst I was away, as it was now Izzy that had been restrained, as she was handcuffed to the metal frame of the headboard. Izzy still wore her police cap and sunglasses, high heels, and nothing else.

Jeff was on top of Izzy, thrusting in and out of her pussy, panting and moaning.

“Oh fuck, yes. Fuck me, you big stud,” Izzy told him, her legs waving around in the air, in time to Jeff’s thrusts.

Jeff continued pounding away at her for some time like this, as Izzy’s wails and moans noisily increased. Izzy finally cried out very loudly, as she obviously climaxed.

Jeff then quickly pulled out, and turned Izzy onto her hands and knees, and pushed his cock up against her ass. Just as I had seen Ronny do with Lupe in the room next door, Jeff slowly pushed his cock into Izzy’s asshole.

“Oh god, no. Sir, no, you mustn’t,” Izzy pleaded, turning to look over her shoulder at Jeff, peering over the top of her sunglasses, “It’s illegal for you to fuck a female police officer in her tight little ass. Oh, fuck, stop it, you’re so big.”

Of course, this was all just role-play talk from Izzy, designed to turn Jeff on even more. She rattled the chain of the handcuffs that shackled her to the metal headboard frame. Jeff began thrusting in and out of her tight ass, his hands gripping her hips firmly.

“Oh fuck,” Izzy panted, as Jeff slapped her ass, “Oh fuck, yes, yes. Oh, you fucking big boy.”

Izzy now grinned over her shoulder back at Jeff.

This role-play was even more interesting now. I wondered how much was improvisation, and how much had been discussed between Izzy and Jeff beforehand.

It had started out as a sexy cop routine, where Izzy had restrained Jeff and began blowing him. But I had missed the part where Jeff had turned the tables on Izzy and handcuffed the sexy cop to the bed. Then he had initiated anal sex with the restrained and helpless sexy cop, initially against her will. But then Izzy the sexy cop had warmed to the idea and was now enjoying it.

It was certainly a more complex role-play than I would have thought Jeff could come up with. Perhaps Izzy had added a few twists in there for him to keep it interesting.

I watched as Izzy moaned and wailed as Jeff continued to screw her in the ass. Off to my right, I could still hear Lupe loudly doing the same, as she received the same treatment from Ronny. These two young guys sure did love anal sex with these two slutty MILFs.

It wasn’t long before Jeff’s groans got louder; he was obviously getting close. Finally, he pulled out of Izzy, and a moment later he erupted, shooting his load across Izzy’s ass cheeks and all over her back. He then collapsed back on the bed, as Izzy giggled.

I decided to quickly move back to watch Lupe again.

Ronny was just pulling out of Lupe’s ass too. He clambered onto the bed, sitting with his back against the headboard. Lupe then moved to get in between Ronny’s spread legs, her head dropping down to take his cock in her mouth. Ronny took Lupe’s head in both hands, and took control, forcing her lips up and down his shaft at the exact speed he enjoyed.

“Oh yeah, that’s it,” Ronny groaned, “You lovely fucking whore.”

For the next few minutes, the only sound I heard from Lupe was sucking, slurping, slobbering, and gagging sounds, as her head bobbed up and down in Ronny’s lap.

Finally, he let Lupe up for air and pushed her head lower, and she began greedily sucking on his balls. Ronny then held her head in place with just his left hand, and in his right hand took his cock and began beating it across Lupe’s face.

“Mmm, yes darling. Beat that dick all over my face,” Lupe purred in between mouthfuls of Ronny’s balls, “You know I never let my husband do this to me. Only naughty boys like you with a lovely, young hard cock.”

Ronny pushed his dick into Lupe’s face, smearing his pre-come over her forehead. He then began jerking himself, as Lupe licked his balls.

“You gonna pop your load all over this whore’s face, are you?” Lupe smirked.

“Oh fuck, yeah,” Ronny moaned, as he picked up the pace of his wrist action, the head of his cock repeatedly slapping Lupe in the face.

Lupe noisily slobbered over his balls a moment longer, then looked up as Ronny gave out a groan. She pushed out her tongue to encourage him, and Ronny eventually came. Lupe received spurt after spurt of white-hot come, splashing over her face and tongue, and even into her hair. Lupe took it all with a huge grin on her face.

“Oh, good boy. Now I really look like a whore,” Lupe grinned, spunk dripping from her lips and chin.

She took Ronny’s still twitching cock in her mouth, sucking out every last drop.

Eventually, Lupe went off to the bathroom to clean up and shower. I could hear Izzy doing the same in the room next door.

Over the next hour, I switched between watching my two favourite MILFs. The role-play section of the afternoon was apparently over. Izzy ditched the remainder of her sexy cop uniform, and Lupe lost her suspender belt and stockings. They both sat astride their respective young lovers, naked, kissing and fondling.

Ronny and Jeff both enjoyed kissing their older married lovers, almost as if these women were their girlfriends. It was a much more romantic scene now. I wondered if Izzy and Lupe had coordinated how they were going to act. Perhaps this had been their plan, a role-play section to start off with, and a more loving, passionate second half.

Ronny’s groping of Lupe whilst they passionately snogged seemed to concentrate mainly on her tits, whilst Jeff’s mainly centred on Izzy’s ass. Ten minutes of this, however, and both guys were big and hard, and ready for action once more. Condoms were put on again, and then Lupe rode Ronny, whilst Izzy rode Jeff. Switching between spying on each room, I couldn’t help but notice each guys’ delight in a big pair of tits bouncing in their face, as they groped a lovely bouncing ass.

It was a much more romantic round two than that of round one. If round one had been a fuck-fest, this was more like making love. Izzy climaxed first, Lupe a few minutes later.

Both women then rolled onto their back, and their young lovers got on top and fucked them missionary style. But there was no dirty talk this time, just encouraging moans and whimpers from these two hot MILFs.

Eventually, Ronny shot his load into Lupe with a loud groan. Jeff lasted a fair bit longer, giving Izzy the chance to climax once more before he too emptied his balls and collapsed on top of her.

Both ladies kissed and held their young lovers for a while, before eventually showering. Izzy had to put back on her sexy cop dress, whilst Lupe put back on her bra and panties, as neither of them had brought anything else to change into.

Izzy left first, kissing goodbye to a naked Jeff at the doorway, and disappearing off down the veranda. A few minutes later, and Lupe had a long snog with Ronny at the door to his room. Ronny fiddled with her bra, trying to get his hands on her tits again.

“I gotta go, babe,” Lupe giggled, kissing him on the lips a final time, and making her way down the veranda outside.

I gave it a couple of minutes, then quietly let myself out of the storage room, moving along the veranda, and down the staircase at the end of the building. I walked across the courtyard and could see Izzy through the window into the office. She waved at me, smiling.

I made my way around to the office entrance and went inside. Izzy had changed into a fairly conservative-looking black skirt and a white blouse and was now reapplying her make-up.

“So how was the show?” Izzy asked, grinning.

“Amazing, as always,” I replied.

“Well, we’re going for a late lunch, you want to join us?” Izzy asked.

Lupe then appeared at the office door, now wearing jean shorts and a faded black T-shirt.

“Are we going?” she asked, smiling at me, “Are you coming with us?”

“Uh, yeah sure,” I replied.

We all got into Izzy’s car, and she drove us out to a small restaurant down by the beach.

We sat there for a few hours chatting and eating. Izzy and Lupe discussed with each other their exploits earlier with Jeff and Ronny in some detail, and I chipped in now and again, telling them how sexy it had all been to watch them.

We then moved to a small bar further down the beach for a few drinks and more chat. Soon though the sun began to set, and I noticed Izzy looking at her watch.

“Jeez, it’s almost 6 pm,” Izzy said, finishing her drink, and signalling to Lupe, “We better get back to the guesthouse if we’re gonna be ready for the guys by seven.”

I had forgotten that Lupe and Izzy had appointments later with two of the other young guys from the orgy last week. I wondered which guys were the lucky ones tonight.

“Are you coming along to watch us again, Jack?” Lupe asked, grinning.

“Yeah, absolutely,” I replied.

“Ok good, cos I got something special planned for tonight,” Izzy said, as she got up to pay the bar bill.

“Oh really? I didn’t know about this,” Lupe said, giving me a surprised look, “What are you up to?”

“No, no. Jack will find out what later,” Izzy grinned at me, “Lupe, you’ll have to wait for Jack to tell you all about it tomorrow.”

The ladies then put their arms through mine, and we walked back to Izzy’s car. This was a great feeling. We were all sharing in something incredibly sexy, naughty, and secret.

I wondered which guy Lupe would be fucking, and what Izzy’s ‘special plans’ were…

TO BE CONTINUED.