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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, 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 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 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.”

Jeff stopped tugging at Izzy’s panties, and all the guys’ hands finally fell away from her body.

“Okay, now, first of all, what’s your name?” Izzy asked, looking at Santi behind her.

“Santi,” he replied.

“Okay, Santi. You have to promise me you not going to talk about this with anyone else in this town, you understand?” Izzy said very firmly, “I’m sure there are people attending your wedding who know me, this town isn’t that big.”

Santi nodded, smiling, still staring at that ass.

“Santi! You promise me?” Izzy chided him, “I swear, if I found out later you told someone, I know people in this town. I’ll have them cut your balls off.”

“Si, Mrs Diaz, I promise. I won’t tell a soul,” Santi replied, looking Izzy in the eye now.

“Okay then,” Izzy said, calm again, looking up to the other guys all around her, “And you boys, you promise me the same? I hope it goes without saying that you also don’t speak a word about this to my husband?”

All the guys nodded, mumbling, “Yes, Mrs Diaz.”

“Well, okay then, now we have an understanding. I just need one more thing from you, before we can continue,” Izzy said, finally getting up from sitting in Santi’s lap, “Strip.”

“Wait, what?” Paul said.

“Strip?” Ronny asked.

“To your bare ass, honey,” Izzy grinned, folding her arms across her tits, “It’s either that or I’m walking out of here right now.”

“You mean like, in front of each other? Couldn’t we, like do that in private?” Andre asked anxiously.

“No baby, it’s not that kind of thing. But as I said, you do something for me…” Izzy purred, kissing Andre lightly on the lips, and grabbing his crotch, “And I’ll do something for you.”

At that, Marcus stood up from the sofa and began quickly pulling off his shirt. Jeff took the cue and began doing the same. Soon, Paul, Ronny and Santi followed suit. Only Andre didn’t make a move.

“Come on baby, you won’t be disappointed,” Izzy said, putting her arms around Andre for a moment and kissing him on the cheek.

Finally, slightly reluctantly Andre began undressing too. Soon shirts, jeans, trousers, shoes and socks were coming off all across the room. Finally, six guys were wearing just their boxer shorts and nothing else.

“To your bare asses, boys. Come on, don’t be shy. I’ll make it all worth it,” Izzy teased.

A little reluctantly, Marcus started it off, dropping his shorts, revealing a nice-sized cock. Jeff followed suit, until eventually Izzy was surrounded by five naked young men. Only Andre looked awkward, refusing to drop his blue boxer shorts.

“Are we still shy, honey?” Izzy asked him, “Alright, I’ll come back to you in a minute.”

Andre nodded, rather sheepishly

“Alright, good, this is going to be fun,” Izzy smiled, checking out all the young cock on show, “Let’s move over here a little.”

Izzy stepped over to stand right in front of the ventilation fan in the wall through which I was spying on her. She grinned at me briefly; the only one in the room who knew I was there.

“Come on, then guys, make a circle here around me,” Izzy instructed.

The guys moved to stand around her.

“No wait, I mean a semi-circle,” Izzy said, moving Andre and Jeff, as they were blocking my view from the vent, “I need the air to keep me cool.”

Izzy had realised if they stood in a circle around her, I would be blocked from a good view of proceedings by whoever stood in front of the ventilation fan. Luckily with the air-conditioning unit being directly above it, it was easy for her to come up with an excuse to keep that area clear.

Izzy looked across at the vent again for a second, grinning, and flicking her hair. She then got down on her knees in front of the guys, facing Santi. His cock was already at half-mast, probably due to the lap dance he had received.

Izzy asked for a pillow from the bed and put it under her knees. She then asked Andre to fetch her robe from over by the door. He did so and handed it to her. Izzy pulled out something from the pocket.

It was a pink collar, which she put on around her neck, fastening it at the back. When she turned toward me hiding behind the vent, I saw on the front of the collar it read ‘BOY TOY’ in silver lettering with diamante crystal inserts.

Izzy grinned up at Santi, taking his cock in her hand, slowly stroking it. She then blew him a kiss, opened her mouth and began slowly sucking him.

“Oooh, fuck!” Santi moaned.

Izzy then reached to her left, taking hold of Marcus’ cock, and then to her right, taking Jeff’s cock. She began slowly stroking them, encouraging them to stiffen up. All the while she continued to suck Santi’s dick.

The expressions on all the boys’ faces were priceless, marvelling at the sight of this stunning busty married MILF, on her knees, all dressed up just for them, sucking and jerking three cocks at the same time. I noticed that Ronny and Paul were rubbing their cocks, in anticipation of being next in line for Izzy’s attention. Only Andre still looked a little uncomfortable, shifting his stance, still wearing his shorts. I wondered why.

Perhaps Andre was gay and hadn’t told his friends, and this unexpected situation was making him anxious? Or maybe it was just that he was very inexperienced? He did seem to be the youngest of the group. I figured we would all find out soon enough.

Izzy shifted her position slightly, turning to the left. She then switched to sucking Marcus, whose black cock was now at full power, and a nice size too. She let go of Jeff’s cock, for now, switching to jerk off Santi, whilst Izzy’s left hand moved to Paul’s cock to get him to stiffen up.

“Ah shit, yeah,” Marcus gasped, as Izzy attempted to take all of his length in her mouth.

“What’s your name again, honey?” Izzy asked, grinning as she came up for air for a moment.

“Marcus,” he replied.

“Hello Marcus,” Izzy giggled, looking directly at his cock. The other guys laughed at this.

Izzy tried again to take Marcus’s length all the way. She began to gag, but did not stop.

The guys seemed to like the gagging and slurping sounds Izzy was making as she continued to suck Marcus. They were all smiling, and apart from Andre, the early awkwardness of being naked together was now gone.

“Yeah, go girl,” Marcus moaned.

“God damn!” Paul sighed, surely hoping his turn was soon, as Izzy’s left hand continued to stroke his shaft, which was now at full attention.

Finally, Izzy came up for air again and began to turn to her left again.

“Oh no, no. Please Mrs Diaz,” Marcus pleaded, slapping his dick back onto her face, “I’m almost there.”

“Don’t worry, honey,” Izzy grinned, looking up at Marcus, “I’m coming back around. I’m not going anywhere until I’ve satisfied you all.”

Izzy now faced Paul, as she held Marcus’ cock in her right hand, and reached for Ronny’s with her left.

“Now, who’s this?” Izzy asked.

“I’m Paul, ma’am,” he replied.

“Hello Paul,” Izzy said, again looking right at his hard, young, white cock. Again, more chuckles from the guys.

Izzy then took Paul in her mouth, as she jerked off Marcus and Ronny. It wasn’t long before Ronny too was up to full power, and desperate for his turn to get sucked off. There were more encouraging comments from the guys, as they began to get more vocal, letting Izzy know they were having a great time.

“Yeah, that’s it, Mrs Diaz, suck that dick,” Jeff said, jerking himself now that he was fully hard.

“Oh yeah, good girl,” sighed Paul, as Izzy continued to slurp and suck on his cock.

“Mrs Diaz really is a boy toy,” Marcus chuckled, remarking on Izzy’s collar.

“That’s right boys,” Izzy giggled, coming up for air, “I’m the ultimate boy toy. And I do love me some nice young boys, with big hard cocks. Just don’t tell my husband.”

All the guys laughed, as Izzy giggled again, and then went back to sucking Paul.

A minute or so later, and Izzy turned on her knees again, this time to face Ronny.

“And who do we have here?” Izzy asked.

“Ronny, Mrs Diaz,” he replied, looking down on her with bated breath.

“Pleased to meet you, Ronny,” Izzy said to his rock-hard cock pointing right at her.

The guys laughed again; it was always funny.

Izzy took Ronny in her mouth and began to suck him. She let go of Marcus’ cock, and took Paul’s in her right hand. Her left hand moved to Andre, but he was still wearing his shorts. Izzy began massaging Andre’s cock through his shorts, as there was already a nice bulge there for her to work with.

Izzy was a great performer in front of these guys. Not only was she happily sucking and jerking them, but she was also making lots of slurping and gagging sounds as she did so. She moaned in pleasure as she sucked too. Everything that a guy could want.

I noticed the bulge in Andre’s shorts was getting bigger, from the attentions of Izzy’s left hand. She had noticed it too, looking at it from the corner of her eye as she sucked Ronny. After a few more minutes, Izzy came up for air, and once again turned on her knees to her left to face Andre. She looked up at him, smiling.

“Ok Mr Shy-One, what’s your name?” Izzy asked, reaching with both hands to the waistband of his boxer shorts.

“Umm, Andre, ma’am,” he mumbled.

“Well, okay Andre, don’t be shy, or we can’t have any fun together, can we?” Izzy said, sympathetically, smiling up at him still.

Izzy slowly pulled down his boxers to reveal what was underneath.

“Oh Andre, hello, hello, hello,” Izzy gasped.

Andre had a huge cock, it must be ten inches long, and very thick too.

“Oh my god, Andre, you’re huge!” Izzy grinned looking up at him and gripping his cock.

“Damn, boy. Why you been hiding that thing away?” Marcus joked.

“Wow, it’s so thick too,” Izzy grinned then turned behind herself to address the other guys, “I mean, don’t get me wrong boys, I love all your gorgeous big, hard cocks. But you have to admit, Andre’s one is very impressive.”

The other guys nodded, staring at it, and joked amongst themselves.

“Jeez, it’s gonna take two hands,” Izzy giggled, jerking his cock with both hands, “And I can only just get my hand all the way around it. Andre, you bad boy, hiding this away from me.”

Izzy then attempted to take Andre’s cock in her mouth. She could get the head of his dick in, but not much past there. Izzy bobbed up and down on the head of his cock for a while, as a huge grin spread across Andre’s face.

I got the feeling perhaps Andre was a virgin, and maybe that’s why he had been so shy at first. But he was now starting to finally relax a little.

“That’s it, go, Andre. Get some,” Marcus called out.

All six guys were now naked, and were all now fully hard. Izzy reached back to jerk Ronny to her right. But it was too far to reach across to Jeff on the other side of the semi-circle with her left hand. Jeff began to step toward her, but Izzy put out her hand to stop him.

“Honey, I’ll be with you in a minute, but it’s getting hot in here. I don’t want anyone blocking the air,” Izzy explained, signalling to the air-conditioner.

Of course, the real reason she kept the guys in a semi-circle was she was thinking of me, and not wanting my view of her blocked. And thank God too, I was really enjoying the show, and didn’t want my view to be reduced to just Jeff’s naked back and buttocks.

Izzy kept on sucking Andre’s huge dick, managing to get her lips just a little further down his shaft now.

“Yeah, suck that big black cock,” Paul said, grinning at Andre and Izzy.

A few more moments of this, and it was time to switch boy again, and Izzy turned around on her knees to face Jeff.

“And what’s your name, handsome?” she asked.

“It’s Jeff,” he replied.

“Hi Jeff,” Izzy said to his dick, “Now I’ve met all of you.”

All the guys laughed, including Andre, who was now going along with the vibe in the room.

Izzy took Jeff in her mouth and began sucking and slurping away. She reached to her left to take Santi’s cock in her hand and once again began jerking him.

For the next twenty minutes or so I watched Izzy entertain the guys further, as she slowly made her way around the semi-circle once again, sucking and jerking, slurping and slobbering all over their rock-hard cocks. There were more good-natured jokes and encouraging comments from all the guys as she did so.

“What exactly does your husband think you’re doing right now, Mrs Diaz?” Ronny asked as she sucked his cock again.

“He thinks I’m cleaning the guestrooms,” Izzy grinned as she came up for air, “Which isn’t exactly a lie, is it? I mean, technically I’m polishing your cocks with my mouth, and they are in a guestroom. He can’t really complain, can he?”

All the guys laughed, as Izzy had a quick fit of giggles, before returning to her cock-sucking fun.

I had had a huge hard-on for quite some time, after seeing this wonderful show, and finally unzipped my jean shorts, and began jerking off. Izzy switched again to begin her third rotation of the semi-circle of hard young cock.

Suddenly, outside the storage room, I heard muffled footsteps out on the veranda. A moment later there was a knock at the door of the boys’ guestroom.

Silence fell in the room, as all the guys looked to the door, motionless, listening. Then another knock on the door.

“Go away, we’re busy in here,” Marcus shouted.

“Yeah, get lost buddy,” Jeff called out.

Certainly, the boys did not want to be disturbed right now. But I saw Izzy smile.

Then the door opened, and a figure appeared in the doorway. Again, the person was in silhouette, due to the angle of the afternoon sun behind them. The guys squinted trying to make out how it was. As the person stepped into the room, I realised who it was.

The door swung shut behind them, cutting out the blinding sun, to reveal Lupe standing there wearing a short black jacket, that just hung down far enough to cover her hips. She grinned at the sight of all the naked boys surrounding Izzy.

“Hey Izzy, you look busy,” Lupe purred, “Need some help?”

“Well, I think I’m doing alright here,” Izzy replied, grinning, a cock in each hand, and another an inch from her face, “But sure, come on in, Lupe. Join the party.”

All the guys were grinning like crazy, staring at Lupe. She opened the jacket, and just as Izzy had done, let it slowly fall from her shoulders. It revealed Lupe was wearing just black hold-up stockings and high heels, matching Izzy. She also wore a tiny little black mini-skirt, but she immediately removed it, discarding it to the floor.

All the guys’ eyes were bulging at the sight of Lupe’s huge tits on display, her shaved-bald pussy, and as she turned around slowly to give them all a better view, her stunning ripe peach of an ass.

“Boys, this is Mrs Lopez,” Izzy said with a grin.

“Hi boys,” Lupe grinned knowingly.

“Hi Mrs Lopez,” Marcus said, returning her grin.

All the other guys repeated Marcus’ greeting.

“Hi. I hope you boys don’t mind me joining in on all the fun,” Lupe purred, pulling the dark red curtains across the front windows and door, “But I do just love a bunch of handsome, hung young men to play with.”

“You’re most welcome, Mrs Lopez,” Jeff said, smiling at her, as she strutted towards the group.

I wasn’t sure why Izzy had introduced Lupe as Mrs Lopez. My uncle’s last name was not Lopez. Perhaps Lopez was Lupe’s last name before she got married, and had kept it? I reminded myself to ask her about it later.

From the looks on the guys' faces; I could tell they couldn’t believe their luck. Not one, but two busty married MILFs were here now to show them all a good time.

Lupe stepped into the semi-circle and grinned at all the guys. Marcus immediately grabbed Lupe’s tits, which I knew to be size 36H, running his thumbs over her nipples.

“You’re not shy are you, honey? What’s your name?” Lupe said, beaming.

“Marcus,” he replied, staring at her huge rack in his hands.

“Hi Marcus, come here,” Lupe said and kissed him on the lips.

Marcus returned her kiss, and soon the pair were snogging. Soon some of the other guys reached over to fondle Lupe’s tits and ass. Lupe finally came up for air from her snog with Marcus and looked around at all the boys groping and squeezing her body.

“Oh, I do just love nice young men,” Lupe grinned, “Just don’t tell my husband.”

“That’s exactly what Mrs Diaz said,” joked Paul.

All the guys laughed, as did Lupe and Izzy.

“Well, it’s true. Izzy and I have common interests I guess,” Lupe beamed, checking out all the young hard cock on offer, “Well, I think it’s time to get the party started. Honey, can you pass me my jacket?”

Jeff grabbed Lupe’s jacket from the floor near the door, and returned to his place in the semi-circle, passing it to her. Lupe grabbed something from the pocket and then threw her jacket aside. In her hand was a pink collar similar to the one Izzy wore. She put it around her neck, fastening it at the back.

As she turned toward me, I could see the silver-coloured letters on the front, again decorated with diamante crystals. It read ‘SLUT’. Lupe then winked, right at me, or at least in my direction, letting me know she knew I was there watching.

“Oh, wow,” Ronny exclaimed.

“Yeah, that’s right boys. I’m a slut for young hard cock,” Lupe purred.

She then dropped to her knees in front of Ronny, taking his cock in her hand, admiring it for a moment, then opening her mouth, and began sucking him. She then took Paul’s cock in her right hand, Andre’s in her left, and began jerking them at the same time.

Izzy shifted her position so she was back-to-back with Lupe, and began sucking Santi, whilst jerking Marcus to her left, and Jeff to her right.

Now each guy was getting their cock worked by one of two busty married MILFs. There wasn’t any guy having to jerk himself, waiting in line. Two ladies and six guys seem to be a winning combination.

All I could hear now were the moans and sighs of happiness from six lucky young guys, and the slurping, slobbering sounds of two happy cock-sucking ladies.

Soon Izzy came up for air, and decided this time she was going to stay where she was, and the guys were going to rotate around her and Lupe. She told each guy to take a step to their left, which they did so. Now Izzy was sucking Marcus, whilst jerking off Santi and Paul. Jeff stepped across the gap in the semi-circle in front of my viewpoint, to stand to the right of Lupe.

Lupe was face-to-face with Andre now.

“Oh, my God, honey, what a huge dick you got,” Lupe beamed, “What’s your name?”

“Andre,” he replied, with a little more confidence now.

“Well, come here Andre,” Lupe smiled.

She took Andre’s huge cock into her mouth, and her lips began sliding up and down over the head. Lupe then took Jeff and Ronny’s cocks in hand and began jerking them too.

For the next thirty minutes or so, Lupe and Izzy sucked, slurped and slobbered over all six of the guys’ cocks. Each time the two MILFs in the centre took a quick breather, the guys stepped to the left to keep the rotation going. Lupe asked each guy their name before sucking him, just as Izzy had done.

After the first full rotation of the two ladies, and each guy had now gotten to enjoy Lupe’s luscious blowjob lips sliding up and down their shaft at least once, she then made a suggestion to the boys.

“You like us sucking on your cocks, boys?” Lupe asked with a grin.

There was a barrage of comments from the boys, all very positive.

“Well, I think now you should put some work into it, don’t you Izzy?” Lupe said, turning back toward her friend.

Izzy nodded.

“Yeah, we wanna see you fuck our mouths now,” Izzy replied.

More comments and cheers from the boys, as Lupe took Paul’s hands and placed them on her head. He grabbed hold and pushed his cock into Lupe’s mouth, and began thrusting in and out. Izzy did the same with Jeff, and I watched my two favourite MILFs get face-fucked. Whilst they did this, both women still managed to continue to jerk each boy on either side of the guy currently assaulting their mouth with their cock.

It was quite a sight, and turned me on something fierce, as I continued to stroke my cock.

After a while, another quick breather, and the guys stepped to their left again. Now Ronny was fucking Lupe’s mouth, whilst Santi fucked Izzy’s.

“Fuck, yeah,” Santi moaned, clearly enjoying Izzy’s lips and tongue on his shaft. I knew that feeling.

On the other side, Ronny was moaning, almost continuously. It looked like he was going to be the first to blow his load.

“Oh, Mrs Lopez, I think I’m gonna come,” Ronny gasped.

Lupe simply nodded as she continued to be face-fucked by Ronny. But he pulled out of her mouth.

“Mrs Lopez, I’m serious,” he repeated, panting.

“It’s fine Ronny, you come whenever you want, wherever you want, okay?” Lupe explained, “Just relax and let it happen, honey. Don’t worry, this is just the first round. You’ll get another chance later; we have plenty of time.”

Ronny stuck his cock back into Lupe’s welcoming mouth and began thrusting in and out frantically. He moaned and groaned as he did so.

“Ah fuck!” he exclaimed, as he obviously erupted inside Lupe’s mouth.

He began to withdraw, but Lupe didn’t let him, sucking out every last drop of sperm from Ronny’s cock. Finally, she let him pull out, and opened her mouth wide to let Ronny look down onto her tongue to see his spunk, before she then swallowed the lot with a smile.

The boys then gave her, and Ronny, a round of applause, cheering.

“Thank you, honey,” Lupe beamed, pulling his head down to give him a quick snog, “I do love draining a young man’s balls, don’t you Izzy?”

“Mmmm,” Izzy replied, in between mouthfuls of young cock herself, “What’s wonderful about a young man is those balls fill up again so quickly.”

Everyone laughed again.

“Thank you, Mrs Lopez,” Ronny sighed.

“You’re welcome, Ronny. Now take a seat over there,” Lupe said, pointing to the red sofa, “You take a rest, enjoy the show, and when you’re ready, just jump back in; Izzy and I will get you all big and hard again in no time.”

Ronny stepped out of the semi-circle, and Lupe groped his firm ass as he left, and he went to sit on the sofa as instructed. Lupe pulled Andre across to face her, and he held Lupe’s head as he pushed his huge dick into her mouth. Occasionally Andre thrusted too far, and Lupe would gag, and he would have to back off. But both ladies seem to be very, very happy to gag on all this young cock anyway.

I noticed from time to time, in between mouthfuls of cock, Lupe and Izzy would glance back at each other and grin. It was a grin that seemed to say ‘look how much fun we are having’, or maybe ‘I can’t believe how lucky we are’. They certainly both liked being the centre of attention of all these hot young guys. They also enjoyed all the naughty comments the guys made as the girls continued to suck and jerk.

The remaining guys rotated around some more, and soon it was Paul who couldn’t take it anymore and blew his load into Izzy’s mouth, which she too duly swallowed. Paul joined Ronny on the sofa, and watched the show, much as I did, with total fascination.

The boys continued to rotate around every few minutes. Now that there were only four of them, Izzy and Lupe handled two boys each, sucking one whilst jerking another, and then switching back and forth between them. Sucking and jerking, jerking and sucking.

Soon all the remaining boys had gotten to face-fuck both Izzy and Lupe at least twice. Izzy was now alternating between Andre and Jeff, Lupe between Marcus and Santi. Marcus began slapping his cock over Lupe’s face, which she loved, and soon all the guys were trying that one out. Then he made Lupe suck his balls, whilst resting his cock on her face, and the other guys followed suit when it was their turn.

“Oh Andre, you got such lovely huge, big black balls, baby,” Izzy grinned, licking and sucking them as his mammoth fat cock sat across her face, the head of his dick resting on the top of her forehead.

“Yeah, suck on those big balls, Mrs Diaz,” Ronny called out, chuckling.

Lupe looked up at Santi and Marcus.

“You know boys, there’s something I’ve always wanted to do, will you help me?” she asked, a cheeky grin on her face.

“Yes, what is it?” Marcus asked.

“I always wanted two young guys to have a swordfight in my mouth,” she beamed, and put her hands on their firm butts and moved them to stand closer to each other.

Marcus and Santi looked at each other for a moment, a little unsure of what she was asking them to do.

“It’s alright boys, it’s not gay if you’re inside a woman’s mouth,” Lupe assured them.

Lupe took a cock in each hand, and slowly brought them together, and fed them into her mouth. She had to stretch her mouth as wide as she possibly could, but eventually managed to fit them in. Lupe then began slowly bobbing her head back and forth, her stretched lips sliding up and down their shafts.

“Holy fuck!” Marcus said.

“Ah, shit yeah,” Santi gasped.

They had been slightly hesitant, but with the sight of Lupe taking two cocks in her mouth at once, they were definitely into it now.

“I don’t think I’m gonna be able to do that with Andre here,” Izzy said, glancing back at Lupe’s antics.

With both Marcus and Santi in her mouth, she reached up, took Santi’s left hand, and Marcus’ right hand, placed them on the back of her head and looked up at them expectantly. The two boys glanced at each other for a moment, realised what Lupe wanted, and grinned.

The two guys began thrusting in and out of her mouth at the same time, and Lupe finally had the swordfight in her mouth she had always wanted.

“What would your husband say if he could see you now, Mrs Lopez?” Marcus asked, smiling down at Lupe.

Lupe let the swordfight continue for a minute or so more, before finally having to pull back, releasing the two guys. Saliva dribbled down her chin and onto her tits below.

“Thank you, boys,” Lupe said, grinning. She pushed the heads of their cocks together one last time and kissed them both.

“Hey, I got two shades of lipstick on my dick,” Jeff said, beaming.

Lupe and Izzy giggled.

“Me too,” Andre said.

“I think we all have,” Ronny said, still sat over on the sofa, rubbing his cock back to hardness.

“Well, I think it’s time to change up a gear now, don’t you Izzy?” Lupe said.

“Yeah, for sure,” Izzy replied.

Lupe put her arms up in the air, reaching out to Santi and Marcus.

“Come on boys, take me to bed. I so wanna get fucked right now,” Lupe grinned.

“Me too, boys,” Izzy smiled, putting her arms up in the air toward Andre and Jeff, “I really need a good, hard fucking.”

“Yeah, that’s right,” Lupe said, grinning at Izzy, “Again, and again, and again.”

Andre and Jeff pulled Izzy up onto her feet, and then Andre literally picked her up into his arms, and turned toward the beds. Marcus and Santi also pulled Lupe to her feet, and she got onto the bed on the right side on her hands and knees. Both Ronny and Paul got up from the sofa and moved closer toward the beds.

I was jerking myself furiously. Man, this show was about to really heat up…

TO BE CONTINUED.