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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 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. Since then, I had already had sex with Lupe several times.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 the next day and had played out a wonderful sexy roleplay with me, and I had enjoyed screwing her all afternoon?*My afternoon with the stunning Izzy had been incredible. She had dressed up as a sexy chambermaid, and we had played out a fun scenario in my room. Later she had showered whilst I rested for a while, and then reappeared from the bathroom, this time dressed in a sexy basque outfit, and got me all hot and bothered again within minutes. In all, I blew my load inside Izzy, or all over her, a total of three times that afternoon.It had been an incredible experience. I couldn?t believe my luck. Since being in Colombia for less than a month, I had gotten to fuck two gorgeous married busty MILFs.Izzy was, like Lupe, an incredible woman. She had certainly enjoyed herself too. She had told me she enjoyed ?servicing? the older clientele at her guesthouse, Casa Rosita, on the other side of town; as well as Lupe?s guests here at Casa Madre. But they were all older men, in their fifties or sixties.What Izzy loved about visiting me was she had gotten to enjoy being fucked by Lupe?s ?hot young stud?, as she put it. Izzy said she had a thing for younger men, but rarely got to indulge in acting out that fantasy. I told her that she and Lupe were just like peas in a pod, which she giggled at.But then sadly it was time for her to get back to Casa Rosita before her husband returned home. After a long-wet snog at the door, Izzy left me. I watched her walk away, admiring her swaying hips and ass, and her jiggling tits bouncing in her blouse as she tottered off in her high heels.The next week was so much fun. I spied on Izzy servicing Mr Cohen one afternoon. Another day Izzy returned to my room and I spent a few wonderful hours in bed with her again.Later in the week, I had had to travel down the Pacific coast of this rugged coastline, and so spent a couple of nights away from the Casa Madre guesthouse. I had to catch up on the reason I was in Colombia in the first place.With all my sexual exploits with Lupe, and now Izzy too, I had rather neglected my photography assignment. My boss back in London was fairly relaxed about it, particularly as my salary and expenses weren?t that big. But I didn?t want to let him down.This assignment had originally been scheduled for two months, and I was already coming to the end of the first month. I was desperate to extend the length of the assignment, as it would mean spending more time in bed with my two favourite MILFs. So I worked hard that week, spending long hours trying to catch up on my missed work. The only way to extend my time here was to impress my boss with what I could achieve.I had also decided to exaggerate to my boss the difficulty of getting around this coastline, in the hope my request to spend more time here to complete the project would be looked upon sympathetically. After I returned from my short trip away, I emailed my boss with my request and a lengthy explanation of the problems and issues I was facing in obtaining my photographs and samples of all the local flora and fauna they were interested in. I hoped for a speedy reply granting my request, but we would have to wait and see.In the evening after returning to my uncle?s guesthouse, Casa Madre, I had a meal with him and Lupe. We chatted about my assignment, and that I had requested to extend my stay here. I couldn?t help but notice Lupe smile at this. Uncle Gerry seemed happy too, probably because it meant more income to him from his struggling guesthouse business.Certainly, Uncle Gerry wouldn?t have been so happy to know why his wife Lupe had been smiling at the possibility of me staying here longer; that she was in fact looking forward to perhaps many more months of fucking his nephew.That evening I sat out on the veranda walkway outside my room. There was a nice cool breeze out here, after a sweltering afternoon. It wasn?t long however before I heard a familiar sound coming from the end of the guesthouse building, where my uncle and Lupe lived. It was Lupe of course, moaning, as my uncle made love to her.It was a sound I had heard quite a few times whilst sitting out here, and of course much more up close and personal in my room during my own sessions with the lovely Lupe. She certainly did love sex; I?ll give her that.The next morning, I had planned to sleep in late. But around 8 am there was a knock at the door, it was Lupe. She stayed out on the veranda, as Uncle Gerry had not left for work yet, and was still loading up his truck in the courtyard below. She wore little cut-off jean shorts and a tight white T-shirt.?Hey sleepyhead,? Lupe grinned, ?You missed breakfast with us.?I sometimes had breakfast with my uncle and Lupe before heading out to work on my assignment, but had not planned on it today. I grinned, rubbing my eyes.?You got any plans for this afternoon?? Lupe asked, lowering her voice, presumably to ensure her husband downstairs did not hear.?No, Ataşehir Escort (http://www.atasehirmos.com/) not really,? I replied, intrigued.?Okay, good,? Lupe continued, smiling, ?Well, it might very much be in your interest to be down at Izzy?s guesthouse later, maybe around 1 pm???Oh really?? I asked, grinning, ?So, what?s going on??Lupe simply giggled, turned, and began walking back down the first-floor veranda toward the staircase that led down to the courtyard below.?Come on Lupe, give me a clue here,? I pleaded.?I have to do my chores now,? Lupe said, flashing a grin over her shoulder at me.I watched her as she went down the stairs and over to Uncle Gerry at his truck, where they chatted for a while. My Uncle then gave me a wave as he got into his truck and drove off to his workshop for the day. Lupe disappeared back into the end of the guesthouse building that was her home with my uncle.I wondered what it was exactly that Izzy had planned for me this afternoon. When she had ?serviced my needs? before, Izzy had always come here to my room at Casa Madre. I had been to Izzy?s guesthouse, Casa Rosita, before. But I had never had sex with her there, so it was intriguing.I went back to sleep for a couple of hours, then awoke, showered and dressed, and got some lunch from one of the street vendors around the corner. I looked around Casa Madre for Lupe, but she didn?t seem to be around.At 12.30 pm I borrowed my uncle?s scooter and rode over to Casa Rosita guesthouse on the other side of town, a journey of fewer than ten minutes. I was about to enter the reception area at the front of the building to meet Izzy when I noticed a man behind the counter sorting through some papers. It was Emiliano, Izzy?s husband, who I had met on my only previous visit here.I decided it didn?t have a reason to be here, at least not one I could explain to Izzy?s husband. Before he could see me, I ducked through the gate to the right of the reception, that led into the guesthouse courtyard. The courtyard was fairly private and secluded from the road, and luckily the blinds on the window on the side of the reception office were drawn closed, so I could not be seen here by Emiliano either.But where was Izzy? I didn?t know where to find her, and I hadn?t expected her husband to be here. Why had Izzy asked me to visit if she knew he would be here? My mind was spinning.But then suddenly I heard something above me.?Hey, Jack! Up here,? a hushed voice announced.I looked up to see Izzy standing two floors directly above me. She leaned over the balustrade and waved, smiling, and pointed to the staircase to the right. I bounded up the steps, and out onto the second-floor veranda walkway.Izzy grabbed my arm and pulled me into a vacant guest room, then swirled around to close the door behind us. She wore a very smart tight black skirt, just showing a hint of her lovely thighs. On top, she wore an equally smart white blouse, that completely covered her impressive chest. She peered through the window back out into the courtyard for a moment, then turned and kissed me.?It?s okay, I don?t think he saw you,? Izzy said, smiling.?He?s down in reception,? I told her, ?Why did you ask me to come if your husband is here.??He?s not supposed to be,? Izzy explained, ?We just got back from a meeting at the bank, applying for a loan to renovate at least some of our guest rooms, but it overran. But he?s late for his job, so he should be leaving soon.??Ah okay, so you?re gonna do up the rooms here?? I asked.?Some of them, yeah. Similar to what Lupe and Gerry have done at Casa Madre,? she continued, ?There?s no point doing them all up, our occupancy rate here is pretty low. But it would be nice to offer some nicer rooms, cos it means charging higher prices.??I see, makes sense I guess,? I replied, putting my hands around her waist, ?So what I am doing down this way? You usually come to see me at Casa Madre.?Izzy smiled and kissed me again.?Well, what I?ve got planned we can?t do there, honey,? she explained, running her hands across my chest, ?I need your eyes, and maybe your help if something goes wrong.??What? So, like? do we need a safe word or something?? I asked half-jokingly, intrigued.?Yes. Yes, maybe we do,? Izzy replied, rather earnestly, ?How about pineapple???Pineapple?? I repeated, surprised my joke was taken seriously. What was Izzy getting me into??Yes, if you hear me say pineapple, you?ll come to my aid?? Izzy asked, ?You?ll be my safety net???Okay sure, I promise,? I told her, and I meant it too. I liked Izzy a lot and certainly didn?t want anything bad to happen to her.?Good boy,? Izzy smiled.?But what is it exactly that you have planned, Izzy?? I asked.She grinned, looked back out through the window into the courtyard for a moment, checking for any sign of her husband, and then began to tell me the tale of what had occurred in the last few days, and what she had planned.Izzy had discovered through a girlfriend of hers that there was a wedding taking place in the town this coming Saturday. The young bride was a local girl, and the groom was originally from Medellin. The groom was currently studying at a university in the United States. Once his studies were complete, he would return to Colombia, and he and his new wife would move to Bogota.Apparently, five of the groom?s American friends from university were travelling down here for the wedding. Izzy had, through her girlfriend, arranged to give them a reasonable discount on rooms for their visit. They had all arrived on the same flight into Buenaventura together, travelled down here by boat, and checked in here yesterday afternoon.Izzy had met them all at the reception office downstairs. She said they were all between eighteen and twenty-one years old. They were all slim, athletic types, as they were all involved in their university soccer teams. Izzy told me they were all fairly handsome too, and one of them had even attempted to briefly flirt with her until her husband arrived in the office to help the boys with their luggage.Now they were apparently all down in room twenty-eight, at the back end of the guesthouse building, furthest from the street noise. Izzy took me to the window and pointed toward it. It was up in here on the second floor but on the other side of the courtyard below.?You see it?? Izzy asked.I nodded. To the left of room twenty-eight, there was the stairwell.?You see the stairs to the left? There is a storage room there, you see it?? Izzy asked.?Yes,? I replied.?You go there now Ataşehir Escort Bayan (http://www.atasehirmos.com/) and wait for me. You?ll be able to see into the room, just like when you spied on me before at Lupe?s place,? Izzy explained, ?It might be a little while, I?ll have to wait for my husband to leave before the show can begin.?Before I could say anything, Izzy cracked open the door, peered out down into the courtyard again, and forced me out onto the veranda.?Okay, go now, honey,? Izzy instructed, and then turned and headed down the stairs.I quickly moved over the veranda crosswalk to the other side of the building, and quietly as I could, made my way down toward room twenty-eight. I looked over my shoulder several times, checking to make sure Izzy?s husband didn?t suddenly pop out of the reception office downstairs and spot me.I made it to the stairwell just before room twenty-eight. I opened the green door marked storage, entered, and closed the door firmly, but quietly, behind me.I turned on the light. The storage room was pretty small. There were some shelves with cleaning products, and a wet-and-dry vacuum cleaner in the corner. There was also a small short stool.I wondered how I might get to spy on what was going on in room twenty-eight. Izzy had said that I could, in the same way I had spied on her with Mr Dubois at Lupe and Uncle Gerry?s Casa Madre guesthouse. I then immediately saw what she meant.There were two old, small ventilation fans next to each other at the centre of the wall that the storage room shared with room twenty-eight, about three-quarters of the way up the wall. Initially, I was unsure of their purpose, but soon realised this storage room used to have been the separate bathroom to room twenty-eight. You could see some old pipework in here of where a sink had been. Presumably, there had been a previous renovation years ago to move the bathroom into the guestroom itself.But now these old ventilation fans were obsolete, and disconnected. But stepping closer, I could see just a small glimpse into the guestroom beyond. I quickly turned off the light here in the storage room. I didn?t want the possibility of being seen in here from the guestroom.Someone long ago had placed some thick, black card in the ventilation fans, presumably to give the illusion of it being blocked off. It was all pretty shoddy, but then this whole guesthouse building had a rather rundown look to it. As quietly as I could I removed the card, and between the motionless fan blades, I now had a pretty clear view into the guestroom beyond.The room was really quite large and spacious. There were two double beds, with the headboards pressed up against the wall opposite, and a long rectangular-shaped mirror on the wall above the headboards. Fixed to the wall on the left was a small TV. To the right was a red sofa, the door into the bathroom, and then far off to the right was the door back out onto the veranda outside.The door was an all-glass type, with two floor-to-ceiling glass windows on either side. The windows and door had white net curtains pulled across them, to stop anyone outside from seeing in. There were also thick, dark red curtains, currently hung to the side, but you could pull them across for even more privacy.The walls were all painted a light blue. The room had definitely seen better days, but at least there was lots of space. The bedspreads and pillows were a clean, brilliant white, however. It made me think that even though Izzy?s guesthouse wasn?t the best looking, she was making the best of it, as much as she could.I also now noticed the air-conditioning unit was mounted just above these obsolete fans that I was spying through, inside the room. There was some pipework coming through the wall into the storage room, presumably taking the hot air away. I could hear the machine was running, but luckily it was very quiet, so I could still hear everything going on in the guestroom.There was only one individual in the room, a young white guy sitting on the sofa, quietly watching a baseball game on the TV. He wore shorts and a T-shirt. I figured he was maybe twenty years old.Izzy had said all the American guys were down here in this room. I wondered what had happened to the others. There wasn?t much to see right now, so I sat down on the small stool, alone in the dark with my thoughts. Izzy had said she might be a while.Izzy had said she was waiting for her husband to leave before ?the show could begin?. I wondered exactly what that meant. A few minutes later there was a commotion coming from the guestroom, so I stood back up to watch through the ventilation fan.The door to the veranda outside was open and some other guys were entering the guestroom. They had a couple of plastic bags of shopping, full of cans of beer and snacks. I guess that had been out to the local store for a supply run.As Izzy had mentioned, they were all pretty young guys, with fairly athletic-looking bodies. The last guy in closed the door to the veranda. There were now six guys in total.There were three white guys, two black guys, and a Latino. As they chatted and joked with each other, I worked out the Latino guy?s name was Santiago, but they usually called him Santi. He was the one getting married tomorrow.Of the white guys, the first was called Jeff, a tall blonde. Then there was Paul, a shorter, stocky guy with short-cropped brown hair. The last white guy was Ronny, a bigger-built kid with longer brown hair.The first of the black guys was Marcus, probably the most athletic and muscular looking of all of them, with distinctive tattoos on his forearms. Finally, there was Andre, who looked the youngest, with a cute look to him.They all seemed to know each other pretty well, and appeared to be fairly likable. They were apparently planning to chill in the room for the afternoon, to watch the baseball team they all supported on the TV. Then later they were going to take Santi out to hit the town for drinking, and maybe meet some local girls, as it was Santi?s last night of freedom before getting married.As they chatted, I returned to the storage room door, and cracked it open a little, and looked down into the courtyard. A minute or so later, over the front wall of the courtyard in the street, appeared Izzy and her husband Emiliano. She kissed him goodbye as he got in his car to drive off to work. Izzy had previously told me he worked long shifts at a small factory in a town to the south. He usually finished work around midnight, and Escort Ataşehir (http://www.atasehirmos.com/) so didn?t return home until 2 am.As he drove off, Izzy waved, then came through the gate and back into the courtyard. She still wore her smart skirt and blouse, with her hair tied up. She had obviously made herself up to look business-like for her meeting at the bank this morning. A moment later she disappeared from my view.What kind of show was about to happen? Was Izzy going to drag the groom off to another room to have sex with him or something? My mind raced at all the wonderful, sexy possibilities.Before I closed the door, I suddenly noticed in the corner of the storage room something I had not spotted before. There was a large wooden baseball bat. I surmised Izzy had left it there for me, just in case I had to perform as her ?safety net?. Hopefully, it would not be needed.I closed the door, and sat back on the stool in the dark again, and waited. I waited for some time. I checked my watch, it was almost 2 pm.But then finally I heard a knock at the door to the guestroom. I stood up to look through the ventilation fans again, into the room.Before any of the guys could get up, the door opened. There, standing in the door frame, stood Izzy, in full silhouette due to the afternoon sun directly behind her. She stepped inside as the door swung shut.Izzy wore a long pink bathrobe that hung down to her ankles, completely covering whatever she was wearing underneath. All I could see were her black high-heeled shoes. She had reapplied her make-up, and let down her hair.?Hello boys,? Izzy grinned, ?How?s it going??The guys all looked at each other, not sure as to what was happening.?Er, fine Mrs Diaz,? Santi, the groom-to-be finally piped up.?Good, good to hear. You all finding your rooms comfortable?? she continued.?Yes, ma?am,? Jeff replied nervously.?Good. So, you guys going out on the town later tonight, huh?? Izzy asked.?Yes, ma?am,? Marcus said, nudging Santi on the arm, ?Taking this guy out for his last night of freedom.?All eyes were on Izzy, transfixed.?I see. I?m going to assume that?s going to involve lots of naughtiness and bad behaviour the bride might not approve of?? Izzy grinned, running her hand through her long blonde hair.A few chuckles from the guys were forthcoming, but they all still continued to stare at Izzy?s every move.?Well, before you do, I thought I?d put on a little show for you right here. Get you in the mood?? Izzy smirked.Izzy then untied the robe, slowly letting it drop from her shoulders and down her body. This revealed that Izzy was topless, wearing just little red panties, black hold-up stockings, and her black high heels.?Oh fuck!? Jeff exclaimed.Izzy grinned, pushing her huge tits together with her upper arms. She slowly twirled around, so all the guys could check out her stunning ass.?Shiiiiit!? Marcus gasped.All the guys stared, dumfounded, open-mouthed at this incredible MILF in her mid-thirties, as she bent over, giving them all an eyeful of the red thong of her panties between her ass cheeks. She stood like that for a full minute or so, slowly wiggling her ass, looking over her shoulder at the guys and blowing them all a kiss. Finally, Izzy stood back up, grinning, and walking over toward the guys sitting on the sofa.?Now, remind me, which one of you is the groom?? Izzy purred.Santi nodded in acknowledgement.?That?s right, we haven?t actually met before, have we?? Izzy asked, standing right in front of him, looking down.Santi shook his head.?You see I met all your friends yesterday when they checked in,? Izzy continued, ?And they were all getting a real good look down my cleavage, weren?t you boys??They all nodded.?At least you were until my husband arrived, and spoiled all your fun,? Izzy said, massaging her breasts, ?I bet you all went to bed last night thinking about these tits. I bet you didn?t think you?d actually get to see them though, did you??They all shook their heads.?Well, I think the groom deserves a special treat, don?t you?? Izzy purred.She turned around, bending slightly, and slowly, slowly dropped her stunning ass into Santi?s lap. Izzy then wiggled, wriggled and ground that ass into Santi?s groin.?Yeah, you like that?? Izzy asked with a grin, looking over her shoulder.?Ah yeah,? Santi grinned, staring at her ass.Izzy began bouncing her ass in his lap. All the other guys sat around were transfixed still, some slack-jawed and dumfounded, others grinning like a Cheshire cat.Santi?s hands finally moved to hold and grope Izzy?s bouncing, wiggling ass.?Mmmm,? Izzy grinned, pursing her lips.I had wondered if this was going to be an ?interactive? show or not. It seemed Izzy was going to allow it. But a moment later both Marcus and Jeff, sitting on the sofa, on either side of Santi, reached to feel up Izzy?s ass too. Izzy grinned, as Paul, Ronny, and finally Andre stood up from sitting on the side of the bed and moved to stand in front of her.I wanted to get a clearer view, and quietly managed to pull out a few of the fan blades from the ventilation fans. Now I could see the show a whole lot better.They all reached to get a feel of her bouncing ass, and once there were no complaints from Izzy, and permission seemed to be implied, they started groping her huge bouncing, swaying tits. Once that occurred, it became a free-for-all, with six pairs of hands all grabbing, squeezing, tugging and groping.Izzy allowed this for a minute or so, grinning, blowing kisses to the boys.?Boys, boys, boys!? she exclaimed, ?So many wandering hands!?For just a moment I thought she was bringing the show to an end already. I had to remember the safe word; pineapple. If I heard that, it meant she didn?t feel safe anymore, and I would have to intervene.?What would my husband think if he saw you treating his wife this way?? Izzy said, giggling.It was quite apparent Izzy was very much enjoying the attentions of six horny, young, fit men.?Wait, he?s not here, is he?? Andre said nervously, looking toward the door.Izzy said nothing for a moment, and quickly all the groping and squeezing paused. All the guys froze, looking at each other nervously.?No, of course not, he?s miles away at work,? Izzy said finally, giggling, ?And will be for quite some time.?The guys relaxed again, with a few nervous laughs, and the free-for-all grope-athon continued. Paul knelt on the floor in front of Izzy and pushed his face into her huge, firm, and what I knew to be 32FF tits. Jeff, sat on the sofa, began tugging at Izzy?s panties, trying to pull them down.At this, Izzy stopped bouncing in Santi?s lap, and gently pushed Paul away.?Alright guys, calm down, I know you?re all horny, but I have a reputation in this town to maintain, you know?? Izzy said calmly, but firmly, ?But if you?re all good boys, and do something for me, then I?ll do something for you.?