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.

I had travelled to the Pacific Coast of Colombia, on my first paid photography assignment after graduating from university. I was staying in a 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 absolutely 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, 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. The next day Lupe came to my room. She gave me a striptease, then sucked and fucked me all afternoon.

It was quite obvious Lupe had enjoyed bedding a younger man, as her other two guests were much older. I had also later spied on Lupe getting spit-roasted by these two older guests. Lupe had told me she was planning some ‘extra fun’ for our next session…

The next morning, I awoke late. It was a Saturday, and I had decided I was going to take each weekend off from my photography assignment work. I needed a rest from racing up and down the coast getting my pictures for my employers back in London.

It was also because Saturday was another day that Lupe was around, but my Uncle Gerry was not. He always worked Saturdays too, at his workshop just outside of town.

The previous evening Lupe had told me she would visit my room around 11 am. I guessed she was coming earlier than before, as perhaps Uncle Gerry did not work quite so late on a Saturday, and so would be home earlier than on a weekday.

Around 10 am I finally got out of bed, and took a shower. I shaved, dressed, and put on my aftershave. As before, I wanted to look my best for Lupe. I then sat on the side of the bed, watching the Spanish language TV channels, and waiting.

True to her word, just after 11 am I heard the familiar click-clack sound of Lupe’s high-heeled shoes coming down the veranda outside my room. She did not knock at the door as she had before, but simply opened it and stepped inside quickly. She wore her long black satin robe, once again obscuring what was underneath.

Lupe grinned at me as the door closed behind her, and she locked it.

“I hope you ready for me, Jack,” she smirked.

Lupe then removed her robe and let it fall to the floor. She wore nothing except some fishnet tights that came up to her waist, and her high-heeled shoes. As she turned, I noticed the tights were crotchless.

Lupe just stood there, grinning, and massaging her huge tits. She turned around further, until that amazing ass came into view. Encased in the fishnet tights it looked even more incredible. Lupe then backed up slowly, her ass jiggling, her hips swaying with every step.

She then stood in front of me, her gorgeous ass right in front of my face.

“Take that dick out, baby,” Lupe instructed, looking over her shoulder at me, grinning.

I gladly did as I was told, unzipping my trousers, removing them, and removing my boxers shorts too. My cock was already at half-mast and stiffening ever harder with every second.

Lupe then slowly sat in my lap, and began grinding her stunning ass against me. I positioned my cock right between her ass cheeks.

“Yeah, you like staring at that ass, don’t you, Jack?” Lupe purred.

“Oh yeah,” I told her.

“You liked watching me yesterday too, didn’t you?” Lupe asked, looking over her shoulder at me, arching her back.

I simply nodded, staring at her perfect ass, my cock now at full power pushed in tight between her ass cheeks. The head of my dick stuck out the top of her ass cleavage.

“You enjoyed yourself? Watching me get spit-roasted by those two old fucks, huh?” Lupe continued.

“Oh, fuck yeah,” I told her, gripping her hips as she ground that ass up against my rock-hard cock.

“And I like you watching me be a whore. I like you jerking off watching me sucking and fucking, honey,” Lupe grinned, “It turns me on even more, knowing I got an audience.”

“Do you act like that for my uncle?” I asked her.

“Oh no, honey. He has no idea what a dirty little slut I can be,” Lupe giggled, “But you do.”

Lupe then stood up to turn around, and then dropped to her knees in front of me. She immediately got to work sucking my cock, nice and slow at first.

She looked up at me with those beautiful eyes, as I enjoyed the sights, sounds, and sensations of her cock-sucking. I took her head in my hands, controlling the rhythm of her head bobbing up and down in my lap. I could feel her tongue sliding up and down the underside of my shaft as she sucked me.

I then pushed her head down further, forcing her to take more and more of my length in her mouth. Slowly she took it, deep-throating the head, her lips moving closer and closer to the base of my dick. Finally, she made it, and then she did what I had been hoping for.

Lupe’s tongue came out of her mouth, and licked my balls, all with my cock down her throat. I had seen her do this trick with Earl and Nate, the two older men she had been spit-roasted by, when I had spied on her the day before.

Lupe gagged a few times, but didn’t seem to be struggling, and continued licking my balls. It was amazing how incredibly skilled this woman was in the bedroom.

She gagged again, and I finally let her up for air. She giggled as saliva dripped off her chin. She gave me a long, wet kiss on the lips.

“Bad boy,” Lupe whispered in my ear, giggling again, “I love that.”

I pushed her head back down, and Lupe got to work sucking my balls as she slowly jerked my shaft. She expertly kissed, slurped and sucked on my balls for some time, taking one in her mouth, then the other. Finally, Lupe looked up at me, grinning, and then got both my balls in her mouth at the same time. I could feel her tongue sliding across my ball sack in her mouth.

Lupe then opened her mouth, her tongue still on my balls. She then slid her tongue up my shaft to the head of my cock, and began sucking me again. She sucked faster, more urgently now.

“Ah, you’re such a good cock-sucker, Lupe,” I told her.

“You got such a nice dick, Jack,” Lupe replied in between mouthfuls of it.

I played with Lupe’s huge tits as she sucked away. Her breasts were so perfect, two gorgeous big firm handfuls. I rubbed my thumbs over her nipples as I groped her boobs,

Lupe continued sucking me, without coming up for air for several minutes. She certainly knew what a man wanted in bed. I looked over at her fabulous ass, encased in the fishnet tights.

Her ass was really packed in there. I wondered if she had deliberately bought tights slightly too small for her, or perhaps they were just designed that way, to accentuate her shape. I reached behind her to slap her ass, and then a good grope.

Lupe finally came up for breath, gasping.

“Yeah, you like that ass, don’t you Jack?” Lupe purred, “What do you want to do to me next?”

I thought about it for a moment. So many wonderful options were available to me.

“I wanna stare at that ass while I fuck you,” I told her.

Lupe grinned, getting up off her knees.

“Come on then, baby,” she said.

Lupe climbed onto the end of the bed, and positioned herself facing the full-length mirror on the wall, just as she had done the first time I had bedded her. I stood at the side of the bed, behind Lupe, and placed my hands on her hips. Lupe shuffled that ass back toward me a little, and looked over her shoulder at me.

“Take whatever you want, Jack,” she grinned.

I held my rock-hard dick at the base, and slapped it all across her ass. Finally, I pushed the head of my cock against her pussy lips, and slowly slipped inside her. She was nice and wet, and I was banging away at her in no time.

Her pussy felt so good as I thrust in and out of her. I stared at Lupe in the mirror on the wall, her huge tits swaying back and forth underneath her as I fucked her. She sighed and panted, clearly enjoying my cock inside her.

I increased the pace of my thrusts, fucking her harder. Lupe whimpered again and again, and then her moans became more frequent, and louder too. I felt like a king, having the power to make this incredible woman so happy. It made me even more excited.

It wasn’t long before Lupe cried out very loudly, and climaxed, collapsing on the bed for a moment. She let out another whimper, and then got back up on her hands and knees again.

“Oh, Jack, I do love that cock,” Lupe purred, looking at me in the mirror.

I smiled at her, but did wonder exactly what that comment meant. Did ‘that cock’ mean mine specifically, or just any cock in general? The amount of cock I had seen her get in just this week would suggest the latter. But as currently, it was my rock-hard cock stuffed right up inside her, I decided to think it meant the former.

“You know you can have me however you want, don’t you, Jack?” Lupe grinned at me, looking over her shoulder, and tantalisingly wiggling her ass.

I knew what she was signalling me to do. I had never gotten to do that to a woman before. I had certainly thought about it many times in the past. Surely, I would never get a better invitation.

I withdrew my cock from Lupe’s pussy, and got a firm grip on her fishnet stockings. I then pulled hard, ripping them along the seam over her ass crack, right up to the waistband, and ripping through that too. Lupe gasped, giggling. Her ass was now completely exposed, the fishnet tights now only covering her legs and feet.

I pulled her hips toward me again. I spat on my hand and lubricated my cock with it, and pushed the head up against her asshole.

“Oh my god, Jack. Are you trying to fuck me in the ass?” Lupe complained, but it was obviously just for show. I glanced in the mirror, and just for a second caught her grinning to herself.

I pushed my cock harder, and slowly forced it inside Lupe’s asshole. It took a little while, as her ass was so tight, but eventually I got almost my whole shaft inside. I began to slowly thrust in and out of her tight little ass.

It felt pretty incredible, and Lupe’s ass looked amazing, her gorgeous ass cheeks raised up toward me, circled by her destroyed fishnet tights, and in the centre being speared by my rock-hard dick.

“Oh, you beast,” Lupe moaned, “You big beast.”

But I noticed her left hand had moved to her clit, and she was now furiously frigging herself off. Lupe was quite clearly enjoying herself.

Lupe’s ass was super tight, much more than her pussy. It was my first time fucking a girl in the ass, so I didn’t have anything to compare it to. But I was surprised by how tight it was.

I had assumed many men had gotten to screw her like this, and so would have stretched her out somewhat, but perhaps that’s not how it worked. I was a total newbie at this, I had no idea.

I began to fuck Lupe’s ass harder now. I was really enjoying myself. This woman was going to let me do whatever I wanted, and that knowledge made me feel fantastic.

“Oh yes, Jack. Harder, baby,” Lupe cried, her hand a blur on her clit beneath her.

I gripped her hips, and fucked her as hard as I could, staring at her bouncing ass.

“Oh fuuuck!” Lupe screamed, and climaxed again.

Lupe panted, collapsing on the bed once again for a moment, as I carried on screwing her ass. But soon she was back up on her hands and knees, ready to be my whore again.

“Oh, Jack, you lovely big boy,” Lupe grinned, looking over her shoulder at me.

“You like getting fucked in the ass, Lupe?” I asked, thinking I already knew the answer.

“Oh yeah. I haven’t done it in ages, though,” Lupe replied, surprising me.

“What about Mr Dubois and Mr Cohen?” I asked.

Surely the two other guests that Lupe had a similar agreement with would want to fuck her in the ass at some point?

“Mr Cohen isn’t into that,” Lupe explained, grinning, “He just likes to ejaculate over my ass cheeks.”

I had spied on Lupe with Mr Cohen, and had seen for myself that this was true.

“Mr Dubois, however, is another matter. He would very much like to fuck me in the ass,” Lupe continued, still smiling over her shoulder at me, “But he’s too big for me, so I told him he can’t.”

“What about Uncle Gerry?” I asked.

“No, no, Jack. You don’t let your husband do things like this,” Lupe replied, “He’d soon get the idea what a dirty little whore I can be, wouldn’t he?”

Lupe giggled, and I grinned at her. Being inside her ass was incredible, and I wasn’t going to last much longer. I think Lupe sensed it; she was so attuned to what men wanted and needed.

“Oh, that’s it, baby, fuck my ass,” Lupe whimpered encouragingly, “That’s my extra special gift, just for you, Jack. Anytime you want.”

With that, I could take it no more, and erupted into her ass, pumping my seed deep inside. Spurt after spurt of hot white come.

Eventually, I pulled out and collapsed on the bed next to Lupe, my heart racing. Lupe put her arms around me, kissing my cheek.

“Bad boy,” she giggled.

I held her in my arms for some time, and we just kissed and chatted. Eventually, Lupe said she should go and get cleaned up, as Uncle Gerry would be returning for a late lunch.

She got up and took a shower. I lay on the bed, replaying in my mind what had gone on before. Lupe emerged from the bathroom, naked now. She threw her ripped fishnet tights at me.

“Souvenir for you,” she giggled, putting her high-heeled shoes back on.

Lupe reached for her satin robe, but I got there first.

“I’d prefer to keep this,” I told her, smiling.

“Oh really?” Lupe replied, grinning, “You don’t think I can walk back to my room without my robe? Is that it? You trying to keep me here?”

Before I could answer, she opened the door out onto the veranda, blew me a kiss, and then stepped outside. I quickly stood up and shot to the window, pulling back the curtain and opening the shutters outside with the lever here on the inside.

Lupe smiled and waved as she passed me at the window, and began to walk back to her room, stark naked. Her tits and ass wiggled and jiggled, as she calmly moved down the veranda. She did not attempt to cover her pussy or boobs with her hands.

I wondered if Mr Cohen or Mr Dubois were at their windows watching this incredible scene. I glanced over to their rooms, but couldn’t see any activity. The click-clack of Lupe’s high heels on the veranda was the only sound outside.

I wondered if this had been a mistake. What if Uncle Gerry returned home right now, and saw his naked wife leaving my room? It was a crazy chance for Lupe to take, but it was also sexy as fuck, and she knew it.

Lupe finally reached the door at the end of the veranda, which led into the part of the building that had been converted into a home for her and Uncle Gerry. She opened the door and disappeared inside.

Lupe was certainly quite a woman. Wet and wild, you might say. I wondered what we would get up to next time.

But I had now had my two weekly sessions that were part of our ‘arrangement’ for this week. I would have to wait until next week to see her again.

The next day, Sunday, Lupe apparently always took a rest from ‘servicing’ her guests, and she spent it with Uncle Gerry on his day off. However, late in the evening, Lupe saw me in the courtyard of the guesthouse. I asked if I could see her again tomorrow. Sadly, Lupe told me she would be busy in the next few days and would have to arrange something for us later in the week.

“Don’t worry, I got something all-new planned for you,” Lupe told me, intriguingly.

I decided to take a trip further down the Pacific coast here in Colombia, to further the work on the assignment I was on. I left on Monday morning and stayed in various other guesthouses in some small towns that I visited. I got quite a lot of work done, cataloguing and photographing the various flora and fauna along this beautiful, but often rugged coast.

On Wednesday evening I got a text from Lupe. I had thought she would be messaging me to arrange our next session together. However, she simply said it would be in my interest to be back at the guesthouse by early afternoon on Thursday, and that I would ‘see something I had never seen before’. I wondered exactly what that meant.

The only way to find out of course was to get back there. So I got up early the next morning and took the ferry back to Lupe and Uncle Gerry’s hometown. I finally arrived at their guesthouse about lunchtime.

I went up to my room, took a shower, and changed my clothes. I went down to Lupe and Uncle Gerry’s home section of the guesthouse and knocked on the main door. There was no answer, and the door was locked, so I guess no-one was home. I looked up and down the veranda upstairs, searching for some sign of Lupe, but could find none.

Perhaps she was running late. I went and quickly grabbed something to eat from a street vendor around the corner, and went back to my room. I ate my lunch there and waited for Lupe to appear.

I then sat out on the veranda outside my room, letting my lunch digest, and watching the street. I expected to see Lupe any moment, perhaps returning from grocery shopping. I expected to see her smile as she would see me waiting patiently for her return. I expected to see that cock-hungry glint in her eye as she walked down the upper veranda, knowing a young man was desperate to fuck her senseless.

But half an hour went by, then an hour, and still no sign of Lupe. It began raining, but I continued to sit outside as it was a covered veranda, and the cooler air was rather refreshing. The rain got heavier and heavier until it became a real torrential downpour. Thunder and lightning followed.

Finally, I saw a figure come from the street, and approach the guesthouse. I could tell it was a woman, but couldn’t be certain it was Lupe. She was holding a large pink umbrella, that completely obscured her face. Also, the torrential rain meant I couldn’t make out much else about her either.

For just a second, the wind blew to part the curtain of raindrops between us. I could see she wore a white top of some kind, a short black skirt, and pink high heels. But then the rain fell hard again, obscuring my view. I stood up to greet her, as she got closer to the guesthouse.

But then to my surprise, she walked straight over to the staircase that served the veranda opposite, moved up the steps, and toward Mr Dubois’ room. I saw her hand come out from beneath the large umbrella and knock on the door. The door opened, and I thought now was my chance to see that it was Lupe, as she would have to drop the umbrella.

However, she moved into the doorway, shook the umbrella, and closed it, just as the door closed behind her. I still hadn’t seen her face, so still didn’t know for sure if it was Lupe or not.

But it must be; Lupe had told me to be here at this time. That I was going to ‘see something I had never seen before’. I had assumed she was going to dress up for me in some new outfit or play out some kind of role-play with me, perhaps. I certainly didn’t expect her to go and fuck Mr Dubois.

I had to be honest; I was disappointed. I had jerked off for the last three nights thinking about my next time with Lupe. Now it seems I was going to have to wait a little longer.

But then I thought, she had asked me to be here. Lupe obviously wanted me to watch her again. She quite clearly enjoyed being watched as she fucked. I should not let her down, and she would surely reward me during our next session together, whenever that would be.

I gave it a few minutes for her to get settled with Mr Dubois. I certainly didn’t want to go hiding in his bathroom again, and then find he wanted to take a shower before getting down to business with Lupe.

But after ten minutes there was no sign of anything. I could not hear Lupe moaning as I had before, as the torrential rain was very loud and drowned out any noise that might be coming from Mr Dubois’ room. But Lupe must have started fucking or at least sucking by now.

I got up from my seat and quickly moved around the U-shaped upper veranda. I passed Lupe and Uncle Gerry’s home section of the building, then Mr Cohen’s room, and finally outside the room of Mr Dubois. As before, I could see all the curtains were pulled, and the slats on the shutters on the outside all closed.

I moved to the door of Mr Dubois’ separate bathroom out on the veranda right next to his room, opened it and went inside. It was just as it had been before when I had spied on Lupe, when she had fucked Mr Dubois and Mr Cohen together. I locked the door behind me just in case.

I could hear Mr Dubois moaning, so the action had already begun. However, the very loud sound of the heavy rain on the roof above made it much more difficult to hear than the last time I was in here.

I moved to the shower, and again slowly, and as quietly as possible began pulling out the two removable blades on the ventilation fan that went from the bathroom back into the bedroom on the other side of this connecting wall. I marvelled at how badly the original builders had installed this fan. Usually, a fan like this would blow any steam and moisture directly outside, not into a connecting room.

My uncle had not gotten around to renovating this room yet. The room I was staying in had been recently renovated and had a bathroom with the entrance inside the room, rather than like this older room where the guest had to go out onto the veranda outside to access it. Of course, I was paying slightly more for a better room.

But I was very glad Mr Dubois’ room had this separate bathroom, and this bizarre ventilation fan, as it was the only way I could spy on the lovely Lupe as she cheated on Uncle Gerry with her guests.

Finally, I got the two fan blades out of the motor, put them to one side, and peered in through the gap. I could see Mr Dubois, stood at the side of the bed, naked, his back to me. His hands reached out in front of him, and he was thrusting away.

Mr Dubois was an older black man, from either America or perhaps Canada. He was in his early sixties, I had guessed, with greying hair. His first name was Earl, but I remembered Lupe almost always called him Mr Dubois. From my previous spying session, I remember he was rather unremarkable looking, apart from his very impressive thick, eight-inch cock.

I couldn’t see any of Lupe, as Mr Dubois' body obscured my view. Was she sat on the side of the bed, sucking his cock? Or was she on all fours getting drilled from behind?

I looked down, and then noticed her feet were visible, still wearing the pink high-heeled shoes. They were pointed down, with the sole facing toward me, so she must be on her hands and knees on the bed, and getting fucked doggy-style. I wished I could see more.

Last time Lupe had insisted on Mr Cohen and Mr Dubois standing at the end of the bed, so that from the bathroom I got a great side view of her getting screwed silly by her two older lovers. But this view was no good for me. Perhaps Lupe would insist on changing positions with Earl Dubois soon.

I could just about make out a few moans and whimpers from Lupe, but the rain was making it very difficult to hear her properly.

“Ah fuck yeah, honey, good girl,” Earl moaned at her, as he continued thrusting away, “That husband of yours still got no idea what you been up to, huh?”

I heard a muffled giggle from Lupe.

“He got no clue what I been doing to his wife all this time,” Earl chuckled, “He got no idea what a stunning slut his wife is, huh? On both sides of town.”

Again, I heard a muffled giggle from Lupe. I saw Earl raise his hand, and bring it down with a slapping sound, presumably on Lupe’s ass. I could hear her moaning again, as the rain subsided ever so slightly. She sounded a little different, but perhaps it was just the rain preventing me from hearing her clearly.

Her moans got louder. She was obviously getting more and more excited.

“Oh, gimme that big black cock, you fuck,” Lupe cried out.

But that really didn’t sound like Lupe at all. Her voice sounded a little raspier, and her accent seemed more pronounced. Was I crazy? Perhaps it was the rain distorting my hearing.

More moaning continued from Lupe until she obviously climaxed. Earl pounded away at her for a few more minutes. Finally, he slowed down, panting, out of breath.

“Ahhh, come here and suck me, baby-girl,” he wheezed.

I could hear the bedsprings creak, as presumably, Lupe was moving position. Perhaps now I was finally going to get to see something.

But no, Earl stayed standing in the same position, and I saw Lupe’s feet now move onto the floor in front of him. She was now sitting on the side of the bed in front of him.

Occasionally I could hear sucking and slurping sounds when the rainfall abated slightly.

“Yeah, that’s it, baby-girl,” Earl groaned.

I remember he had called Lupe that before.

I noticed Lupe’s hand come up between Earl’s legs to fondle his old saggy balls as she sucked him. Damn, I wish I could see more. It was very frustrating. I moved my head, trying to get a better view, just a glimpse of Lupe, but to no avail.

“Yeah, you like sucking that big black cock, don’t you, honey?” Earl cackled.

“You know I do, Earl,” she replied, giggling, “It’s so big and thick, baby.”

Again, she didn’t sound like Lupe. Was it Lupe? It must be. Earl couldn’t be knocking off two married women, surely.

“Not like my husband's shrivelled-up, little excuse for a penis,” the woman continued, slurping in between mouthfuls of Earl’s huge dick, “You’ve got a real man’s cock. Every woman wants to suck on a huge big dick at least once in her life. Makes us feel like real sluts.”

The woman giggled again, and Earl moaned. That didn’t sound like how Lupe would talk. Even though Lupe cheated on Uncle Gerry, I had never heard her say anything derogatory about him.

“But I get to suck on yours once a month,” the woman carried on, putting on a very girly voice, “Aren’t I a lucky girl?”

She giggled again, and presumably adjusted her hair, because just for a second I saw long strands of her shiny hair fan out to the side of Earl’s body. But it looked blonde. Very blonde.

Had my eyes deceived me? Was it a trick of the light? It was very dark here in the bathroom.

Lupe had said I was going to see something I had never seen before. Had she dyed her hair blonde, from her natural long brunette style?

“Let me fuck your mouth, baby-girl,” Earl moaned, as he reached forward, presumably taking her head in his hands, and began thrusting back and forth, “That’s it. Oh, you fucking lovely blonde bitch. Lovely cock-sucking whore.”

So, she was blonde. My eyes had not lied to me. Who was this woman? Or had Lupe really dyed her hair?

The rain was finally subsiding now, just a quiet pitter-patter noise outside now. I could hear much more of what was going on in the bedroom. I could hear the woman moaning, and slurping and spitting, as Earl’s huge cock assaulted her lips and mouth. Maybe her throat too.

In fact, I soon heard gagging sounds; she was definitely letting him deep-throat her. This went on for a couple more minutes, as Earl called her a whore and such as he violated her mouth. He obviously wasn’t letting her come up for air, as there was no talk from her.

But finally, I heard the woman gasp, and the sound of something being slapped. From Earl’s body movement I surmised he had pulled out and was slapping his dick across her face.

“Oh yeah, I love this,” the woman purred, as I saw another quick glimpse of her blonde hair, “Even women that don’t like giving head, they all fantasize about being slapped about the face with a huge black cock. I know it.”

Lupe could definitely talk dirty like this, but this woman’s accent just wasn’t quite the same as Lupe. I started to think this really wasn’t Lupe with newly dyed hair. But Lupe had told me to be here this afternoon at the guesthouse, so that I could spy on her; or at least that’s what I had thought.

Was it possible Lupe had meant for me to spy on this other woman with Earl? How could she have known Earl would be with another woman this afternoon? How could an old coot like Earl have talked yet another married woman into his bed? It seemed impossible.

Was I going crazy? Perhaps it was Lupe after all, with a new hair colour for me to enjoy.

“Oh fuck, yeah,” Earl groaned.

“Come on, baby, come all over my face,” the woman whispered.

I could tell from his arm movement that Earl was now jerking his big dick in front of her face, the lucky bastard. His moans became louder. He was getting close.

“That’s it, darling, shoot that spunk all over me,” the blonde continued, “Good boy, that’s it. Is this what you do to little Lupe, huh? Do you spurt all over little Lupe’s face too?”

Well, there it was. There could be no question now; this was definitely not Lupe. But who was it? And how did she know Earl was fucking Lupe too?

Earl kept moaning, his arm moving faster as he tried to bring himself to climax.

“Is that what you two get up to when I’m not here? Does Lupe the whore take it all over her face too?” the woman giggled, “Aren’t you a lucky, dirty old man? Getting to spunk over two married, dirty whores' faces.”

That was too much for Earl apparently, and he gave a final groan. I actually heard a soft splat sound, presumably Earl’s sperm hitting the woman in the face. Then more slurping sounds, which I took as the woman sucking out every last drop from Earl’s big cock.

Earl panted, but did not move, as more slurping sounds filled the room. I assumed the woman was licking him clean.

I was just waiting for Earl to move, so I could finally see who this woman was. But then I heard the words I desperately did not want to hear at this precise moment.

“Well, I’m gonna take a shower,” Earl said.

Should I wait a moment for him to at least move, so I could see just a glimpse of this woman? But, still obscuring my view, Earl reached behind him for a robe, and put it on. I briefly saw just the top of the woman’s head, before it was gone.

I could wait no longer; I had to get out of here. I quickly and quietly put the fan blades of the ventilation fan back in place. I moved to the bathroom door, silently unlocked it, and opened the door. I looked down the veranda, and saw the door to Earl’s room begin to open slightly.

Oh god, I was going to get caught. God knows what would happen then. What excuse could I quickly come up with? Then I heard the woman in the room again.

“Hey, come here,” she said.

I then heard kissing, and saw the bedroom door begin to close again. The woman had obviously pulled Earl in for a last snog before their tryst was finally over. This was my chance; it was now or never.

I shot down the veranda, as nimbly, quietly, and quickly as I was able. Past Earl’s bedroom door, which was slightly ajar. Past Mr Cohen’s room; past Lupe and Uncle Gerry’s end of the building, and onto the opposite veranda and back down to my room.

I quickly opened my door, shot inside and closed it behind me. I pried open the window shutters on the outside a little with the handle arm near the door, and peered outside. At that exact moment, Earl stepped out from his room onto the veranda, walked the few short steps to his bathroom door, opened it and disappeared inside.

Hell, that was close. Too damn close. I sat there for a moment, getting my breath back. I continued to watch through the gap between the window shutters.

There was no more activity on the veranda. I started to think about who on earth that woman in Earl’s room was. Well, let’s go over the evidence, I thought.

For a start, it obviously wasn’t Lupe. But like Lupe, she was married. Like Lupe, she was cheating on her husband with Earl. Like Lupe, she also seemed to enjoy acting like a whore in the bedroom.

What else had I learned? She was blonde. What else?

Something came back to me. Earl had been teasing her about her husband, saying he had no idea what a slut his wife was, on ‘both sides of town’? What had he meant by that? Both sides of town?

Did he mean that this woman was a slut with Earl in his room here at Lupe’s guesthouse, but also at another place in town? And with Earl, or with someone else? Or maybe it was just some crazy shit you say during sex that really doesn’t mean anything.

Also, Earl had teased the woman, saying that her husband had no clue what he had been doing to his wife ‘all this time’. It meant this had been going on for a while, that this wasn’t the first time they had been together. From the way they interacted with each other, I guessed they had been seeing each other for at least a couple of months.

The woman had also said that she got to suck on Earl’s big cock ‘once a month’. Perhaps she could only get away in secret from her husband on a monthly basis? Maybe her husband attended some business function away from town once a month? Who knew?

I had learned that this woman knew Earl was also fucking Lupe. Had Earl told her that, or she had just found out somehow? Did Lupe know this woman knew about her relationship with Earl? Did this woman know about Lupe’s special ‘arrangements’ with her guests?

Too many questions, and very few answers. This guesthouse certainly was a place of intrigue, mystery, and secret liaisons. I could never have possibly guessed all this was going on before I arrived here just over a week ago. I was supposed to be here for two months; what other incredible secrets would I learn?

I kept looking out the window, hoping for a distant glimpse of the married woman that Earl was knocking off. Sadly, the heavy torrential rain returned, and again obscured my view.

Eventually, I saw Earl exit his bathroom and return to the bedroom. A moment later the woman appeared out on the veranda, wearing what I think was Earl’s robe, and quickly shot into the bathroom. All I saw was a flash of her long blonde hair, but not much else. Presumably, she was cleaning herself up in the shower now too.

Fifteen minutes later, and she appeared again, and went back into Earl’s room, but again I saw very little. This was frustrating. I could go and sit out on the veranda, and maybe get a slightly closer look when she finally left. But I decided against it.

Better that she didn’t know of my presence, I felt. She certainly knew about Lupe and Earl. I didn’t want her knowing about me and Lupe, and therefore potentially making a problem for Lupe with Uncle Gerry. Perhaps my imagination was running wild, but it just seemed better to stay in my room.

About ten minutes later the woman reappeared on the veranda. She kissed Earl goodbye in the doorway, then began to make her way down the stairs toward the street. Earl disappeared back into his room and his door closed behind him.

As soon as his door closed, I noticed the woman stop, turn, and then start to make her way back up the stairs. Perhaps she had forgotten something. She had her umbrella in her hand, so it wasn’t that.

The rain still fell very heavily, obscuring my view, so I still couldn’t make out her face or many details of her figure. I could see a flash of her long blonde hair, and that she seemed to be fairly slim, but that was about it.

The woman got back up to Earl’s door, but then she passed it. She passed Mr Cohen’s door too, and then toward the end of this U-shaped building, where Lupe and Uncle Gerry lived. Was she going to speak to Lupe? To confront her about something?

But no, she passed Lupe and Uncle Gerry’s upper veranda door too.

She then stopped, and looked up. The veranda was not a covered one down there at the end. There was a ten-metre gap. I guess Uncle Gerry had not gotten round to completing that either yet.

The woman tried to put up her umbrella. She struggled with it for a moment, but it obviously wasn’t working. Eventually, she stepped out from the covered section of the veranda, and made her way as quickly as she good across to the opposite covered veranda. She must have got drenched, though; the rain was coming down that hard.

She now started walking down the veranda on my side of the building, toward my room. I could hear her stiletto shoes on the walkway. Why was she coming to see me? She couldn’t possibly have known I had been spying on her, could she?

I quickly closed the shutters so she would not see me. Oh god, what did she want? Maybe she was going to another room? No, there was no one else staying in the guesthouse.

The sound of her stiletto shoes stopped right outside my door. A moment later, and there was a knock on my door. What should I do? Should I just ignore it?

Again, another knock on the door. She knew I was here. Plus, the lights were on, and she could surely see that out on the veranda.

Perhaps if I just played dumb, and see what this was all about? At least I would finally see who this woman was. I unlocked the door and opened it.

The woman standing out on the veranda was absolutely stunning. She was beautiful, with dark eyes, full lips, and that long blonde hair with slight curls at the ends. Her complexion was flawless, too, with that lovely Latin-American skin tone.

Her figure was a knockout too. She was slim, with a tiny waist, but nice hips. Her bust was incredible: very big and full, and very much on show. She was slightly taller than Lupe, I supposed.

She wore a little, very short, black skirt. She also wore a tight white blouse, but with only the bottom two buttons done up, meaning her gorgeous huge cleavage was out there for all to see. It was also obvious she was not wearing a bra underneath, as I could clearly see her nipples poking out at me through the thin material.

On top of the blouse, she wore a little black jacket, but was not buttoned up at all, so did not obscure the fabulous view of her bosom. I also noticed her glittery big-hoop earrings.

She stood there with a big smile on her face, just looking at me. She just seemed to be checking me out for a moment, just as I had been checking her out.

“Hi,’ she eventually said, beaming.

“Er, hi,” I replied nervously.

“You must be Jack, right?” she asked, cutely pointing at me.

“Er, yeah,” I said, unsure of myself.

“You look a little confused,” she said, giggling, “Lupe told you about me, right?”

“Lupe?” I mumbled, playing dumb.

“Yeah, you know, Lupe? Busty little tramp that fucks anything in trousers?” she giggled, then looked around and put her finger over her lips, “She told me you would be… er... popping by to see me?”

She then pointed over to Earl’s room, smiling. Wow, this just got weird. What was going on here? I didn’t want to say anything until I knew who this woman was, and that Lupe was okay with me talking with her.

“Lupe didn’t tell you about me?” she gasped, then giggled, “Oh my god, that’s so like her, you know? So what? You thought you were gonna be spying on Lupe?”

The blonde woman laughed out loud.

“I’m sorry. I’m Izzy,” the woman said, extending her hand. I shook it, still puzzled.

“Er, pleased to meet you, Izzy. I’m Jack,” I replied.

“Yeah, I know. Lupe told me all about you,” Izzy giggled, “I mean, everything. You know?”

“Erm, I see,” I continued, smiling, “Well, I’m not quite sure what to say.”

Izzy hadn’t noticed, but wet patches were forming on her blouse, from when she had briefly gotten caught in the rain at the uncovered section of the veranda. But I certainly had noticed. The blouse material was becoming transparent, and I was getting to see more and more of her fabulous tits. My cock stirred in my shorts.

“Ah, you’re so polite, Jack,” Izzy smiled, “Lupe was right. You’re a real English gentleman.”

It was becoming clear to me Lupe had tricked me into thinking I was going to be spying on her with Earl, when in fact that she knew Earl would be fucking Izzy. I just didn’t quite understand why. I didn’t want to say the wrong thing and land Lupe in trouble.

Was it possible Izzy did not know Lupe, and was somehow scamming me, trying to trawl for information on Lupe so she could use it against her? It seemed very unlikely, but not impossible. I decided to continue to play dumb until I could speak with Lupe, but hopefully still keep Izzy on side.

“Well, I hope you enjoyed the show anyway. Although I’m not sure how much you saw with Earl blocking your view, I guess. Sorry about that,” Izzy continued, then suddenly looked down at her blouse.

Izzy’s huge wet tits looked amazing. The wet patches had almost reached her nipples, but not quite yet. My cock was at half-mast already.

“Oh my god, I guess you’re getting a show now, huh?” Izzy giggled, and then sadly buttoned up her jacket, “Well, I should be getting back to my hubby now, shouldn’t I? How’s the rain looking?”

Izzy turned and bent over the handrail of the veranda balustrade, looking toward the street. As she did so, her tiny short skirt rode up, showing off her peachy firm ass, encased in little black panties. My god, she had an amazing ass. Lucky old Earl.

Perhaps she was checking to see if the coast was clear down on the street? That her husband wasn’t inconveniently just driving by? I wasn’t sure, but she soon turned back toward me, adjusting her skirt as she did so.

“Well, it was very nice to meet you, Jack,” Izzy grinned.

She then stepped closer, much closer, and planted a quick kiss on my cheek. Izzy smelled wonderful; a strong, intoxicating perfume. She looked down for a moment and smirked.

There was a large and very obvious bulge forming in my shorts. Izzy giggled as she stared at it. Finally, she looked up at me, making direct eye contact.

“See, Jack, now I don’t know if you’re a tit man, or an ass man. I mean, seeing as I showed you both,” Izzy grinned, her hands moving to the ever-growing bulge in my shorts and giving it a quick squeeze.

So, Izzy had known exactly what she was doing when she bent over the railing then. She probably knew her blouse had been becoming more and more transparent as I stared at her tits all along too.

“Well, what are you gonna do with that thing, now I’ve woken him up?” Izzy whispered, still gripping my cock through my shorts, “Cold shower? Jerk off in a hot shower? Maybe Lupe will be back soon and can help you out, huh?”

Izzy giggled, planted a kiss right on my lips, finally letting go of my dick.

“I’ll see you around, Jack,” Izzy smirked, and then made her way along the veranda. She went down the stairs, out onto the street, and disappeared around the corner.

What a woman. She was incredible. She obviously knew of my arrangement with Lupe; that much was true. But what else did she know?

I looked over to Earl’s room. He had never come out again, and his closed shutters had not moved, so I assumed he had not seen Izzy return to talk with me.

A thousand questions swirled in my mind. Where did Izzy come from? Did she live here in this same town? How did she know Lupe?

I suddenly thought I should have offered to try to open Izzy’s broken umbrella for her, that she was going to get drenched on her way back to ‘hubby’. But at the time my mind was a blur, and couldn’t quite take in the events of the afternoon. But perhaps the ‘broken’ umbrella had just been a ruse, too, so she could show off her perfect big rack and tease me further.

I went and took another shower, and then had a nap. I awoke about two hours later to the sound of knocking at my door. Who was this now? I got up and opened the door.

Lupe stood in the doorway, grinning. She wore a tight blue sweater, tight jean shorts, and no shoes.

“So, Jack. How was your afternoon?” Lupe grinned.

I smiled; she had tricked me, and had now come around to gloat just a little.

“Yes, yes. You got me,” I smiled, nodding.

“I did, I really did,” Lupe giggled, touching my arm, “Were you shocked when you saw it wasn’t me with Mr Dubois?”

I had to explain to Lupe it had taken me quite a while to figure that out, what with Earl completely blocking my view, and the almost constant noise of the torrential rain on the roof impairing what I could hear. I also explained how Izzy had stopped by my room after leaving Earl.

“Yes, she mentioned you two had chatted,” Lupe purred, with a slight hint of jealousy, I thought.

So, it was true then; Lupe and Izzy did know each other.

“You spoke to her?” I asked.

“Yeah, of course, I just left her place a while ago,” Lupe replied.

“Well, who is she? How do you know each other? How does she know Mr Dubois?” I asked.

Lupe grinned, folding her arms.

“Oh, Jack. So many questions about Miss Isabella!” Lupe pouted, running her hand through her hair, “I’ll start thinking you have forgotten about me.”

“Oh, no, no. Of course not,” I replied.

Lupe laughed, her pout disappearing.

“I’m just teasing you. Izzy is a very sexy lady, and you’re a young man. Of course, you would be interested in her too, it’s natural,” Lupe explained, “I was, let’s say, interested in many, many men when I was your age too.”

Lupe giggled again.

“One might say you still are, Lupe,” I joked.

“Yes, one might say that, as you put it,” she smiled, putting her hand on my arm again, “But yes, back then I had many guys chasing after me. My god, I had so many boyfriends, and guys on the side. And even guys on the side of that!”

We both laughed.

Lupe really was an extraordinary woman. I guess you might call her a man-eater. Now in her mid-thirties, she had found a way to enjoy all that type of behaviour she had enjoyed openly in her youth, but make it work for her now, in secret from her husband. She was also making it work for herself financially too.

“But anyway, I was just kidding. I’m not jealous of Izzy chatting with you,” Lupe continued.

“Do you want to come in?” I asked her. I felt slightly vulnerable chatting about this kind of thing out on the veranda.

Lupe looked over her shoulder toward the end of the guesthouse where she lived with Uncle Gerry. The lights were on inside. It was getting dark already, and I could see my uncle’s truck parked out by the street, so he was obviously already home.

“Ah no, I don’t want Yerry to see that. He might get funny ideas, you know?” Lupe explained. She always pronounced my uncle’s name as ‘Yerry’, not Gerry.

“OK, sure, I understand,” I said, lowering my voice, “So, you told Izzy about, you know, our arrangement?” I asked.

“Yeah, of course, she knows all about that,” Lupe said, and then dropped a bombshell, “I got the idea from her.”

“She told you to…” I mumbled, stunned at what I was hearing.

“Fuck the guests? Yeah, but she didn’t exactly tell me to do that. I just copied her,” Lupe continued.

“Huh?” was all I could manage.

“She told you what she does, right?” Lupe asked.

I shook my head.

“Ah, okay, I thought you guys had chatted about this already,” Lupe explained, “Yeah, Izzy and her husband own a guesthouse on the other side of town. She does the same as I do here. She has the same arrangements with her guests as I do with mine.”

Wow. My mind was blown. Izzy was over in another guesthouse in the very same town, fucking all her guests for extra money, just as Lupe was doing here.

“I met her a couple of years ago, when Yerry and I had first bought this place, and we became sort of friends,” Lupe continued, “But we were also in competition with each other to attract guests to our guesthouses, you know?”

I nodded.

“Well, I noticed that Izzy’s guest rooms were nowhere near as nice as ours here, and yet she had a couple of long-term renters, and a couple of weekly renters now and again. So, I asked Izzy about her pricing for the rooms,” Lupe carried on, “Cos I was thinking maybe I was charging too much, because we weren’t getting hardly any customers. And when she answered me, she blushed, and told me it was a secret.”

Lupe giggled.

“But of course, I had to know, and so she eventually told me what she had really been doing. That she was fucking her guests once a week for an extra fee, and of course keeping it a secret from her husband. And building up a little nest egg of money of her own. And that’s when I thought, why couldn’t I do the same?” Lupe reasoned.

“And so, you did,” I smiled.

“Yes, and after a while I got very good at it. I mean I was very organised, and worked out the type of guest that would look favourably on such an arrangement, and who wouldn’t,” Lupe continued, “And then I sat down with Izzy one day and tried to work out an arrangement between the two of us. Because even though we were both doing okay, we had one problem.”

“What was that?” I asked, in a hushed tone, looking around the veranda to double-check no-one was eavesdropping.

“Well, long-term renters were our best earners. If you could get a guy to stay as long as possible, it was a more guaranteed income. And so, I needed to keep the guy interested as long as possible, right? So I would dress up for them, or do whatever they were into, and Izzy was doing the same with her guests,” Lupe went on.

“I see,” I replied.

“But eventually the guy would get bored of fucking the same woman, and move on, or go back home to his country, or whatever. And Izzy had the same problem too. So, she and I made an arrangement between ourselves to fix this problem,” she continued.

“And what did you decide to do about it?” I asked, very curious.

“We decided that for the last week of each month, I would go and service her guests at her place, and she would come to service my guests here,” Lupe replied, grinning, “It meant once a month our long-term renters got to fuck a different woman, and kept them interested enough to perhaps stay another month."

“Oh wow,” I gasped.

“And it’s worked. Mr Dubois has been here for six months, and Mr Cohen for almost a year. And Izzy has a similar situation down at her place with a couple of her renters,” Lupe continued, “So this week I’ve been down at her place, and Izzy has been up here.”

“I see,” I told her. I started to get my hopes up, now that I knew exactly what the situation was.

“So, I’ve spent my afternoon sucking and fucking a very nice Australian man, one of Izzy’s older guests,” Lupe whispered, giggling, “And tomorrow, Jack, Izzy gets to come up here and fuck my gorgeous young stud, the lucky girl. If that’s alright with you?”

I simply nodded, my mouth going dry at the prospect. Lupe giggled. I couldn’t believe it. I was going to get to fuck not one, but two busty, sexy married MILFs every month.

No wonder Mr Cohen and Mr Dubois hadn’t moved on; who would? Those two old goats were getting to fuck Lupe twice a week, for three weeks of the month. Then for the last week of the month, they were getting to fuck Izzy. Twice.

The beauty of it was, it wasn’t costing them any extra money to fuck Izzy. Izzy was simply doing Lupe a favour, and vice-versa, keeping all their guests with these ‘special arrangements’ happy.

“Izzy’s looking forward to it. All her guests are older gentleman too,” Lupe explained, “So it’ll be fun for her to get to fuck a nice young stud like you. She showed me a very sexy outfit she’s bought especially for the occasion.”

“And it’s all okay with you?” I asked.

I felt Lupe had come to think of me as her favourite, in the couple of times we had been together. I didn’t want to mess that up, as I was very fond of her.

“Yeah, of course, I want you and her to have fun. And you and I can fuck again next week, don’t worry,” she told me, giggling, “She owes you two sessions, one tomorrow; the other one might have to be next week, cos you’ve been away this week. But don’t worry, Izzy won’t mind at all, she’s a fucking nymphomaniac!”

A nymphomaniac? And this was coming from Lupe? My god, I couldn’t wait until tomorrow…

TO BE CONTINUED.