These are the continuing misadventures of my cyber wife Robyn who is a very busty blonde with an insatiable hunger for horny guys. She is a 5′ 4″ green eyed blonde with 36, 25, 35 figure and DD cups. This fantasy story is the start of our Spanish Holidays in our ‘Around the World in 28 Shags’ Series.

None of my stories are intended to offend in any way but are very descriptive and hardcore and cover many areas of fantasy.

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Hot Spanish Nights – Part 1

The flight to Malaga had been uneventful albeit noisy. It appeared to be full of either young men on stag party weekends or a few young couples devoted to each other. There was one group in particular that looked young and in their late teens, four of them being Asian, with one black who looked older and a white teen boy. But only were they rowdy on the flight, they were also cheeky and cocky and they were sitting next to my wife and I!!!

We had tried our best to ignore them, sipping ice cold beers looking forward to arriving in the sun but as they flight progressed they were becoming more rowdy. As usual I had seen many of the groups of boys and men ogling at my wife’s gorgeous figure on the flight particularly those that were sitting alongside us, some of whom couldn’t seem to take their eyes off my wife’s big fat breasts. As usual she had dressed ‘appropriately’ for the weather we were expecting in Spain in skin tight denim shorts, sandals and a low cut green top which hugged her magnificent 38DD breasts.

Eventually the flight landed and as I had booked direct with the Companies we did not need to wait for any travel reps, instead we broke away from the other passengers and the young rowdy men as we went directly to the taxi stand, having collected our bags, and instructed the driver to take us to the Sol hotel where we were staying in Torremolenus. Around 15 minutes later we were checking into our one bedroom apartment that overlooked the large pool and grassed areas in the centre of the complex. Huge palm tress adorned the gardens and cast long shadows across the grass and pool area. I immediately cracked open two ice cold beers and we sat on the balcony watching the evening draw in. The hotel was quiet as the sun died in the evening sky and we were enjoying the peace. But, as we might have expected, the peace and quiet was suddenly broken by the familiar ramblings of the group of young men we had encountered on the plane. They were obviously in a three bed apartment in the same block, in fact as it turned out it just below ours. I had a feeling that this may not be such a quiet relaxing week after all.

Robyn and I watched as they sauntered along with path gallously making remarks and comments at whatever they saw that appeared even mildly funny to them. All were dressed in football tops, with a selection of Man Utd, Liverpool, Celtic and Newcastle. They were talking loudly about how they would have loved to join the ‘mile high’ club especially with that blonde with the fucking huge tits!