Last year, my wife Kate and I decided to fulfil an ambition we'd had for many years and spend a year travelling around Spain, or should I say, old Spain, well away from the overpopulated tourist areas.
We had built up a successful internet business and so long as we had our laptop with us, we could operate from anywhere in the world. So, at 45, still in our prime and with the children gone we set off down the east coast, spending sometimes a few nights and other times weeks in the places which took our fancy. Most days involved exploring the historical places of interest and always some sunbathing in secluded little coves frequented only by locals.
We both like to keep ourselves fit and Kate has maintained pretty much the same figure she had when we married except her breasts which grew from a 34A to a still firm 36C during pregnancy and never went back down. At 5'8" and jet black hair which she still wore long, her body toned from the twice weekly dance class she attended, Kate cut a pretty striking figure and she loved to show it off.
We don't have any hang-ups about nudity and most Spanish beaches have sunbathers who are either partially or fully naked but Kate drew a lot of attention whenever she stood and made her way down to the sea to swim. Sometimes, guys would try and hit on her as she paddled in the shallows, and knowing that it turned me on, she would tease them by running her hands over her breasts or slide her hand down her belly to draw their eyes down to her shaved pussy as I watched.
If any of them were particularly well endowed, Kate would come back and tell me how she fancied the idea of fucking them and later, as we made love, she would fantasise about letting one of them have her and she'd tell me how she could really let herself go if she was doing this trip on her own. She had a thing about big men which always drove her fantasies which went back to a boyfriend she'd had before we married who'd had a thick cock.
About 6 months into our trip we came across a small medieval coastal village which was dominated by a large castle built on cliffs high above a gorgeous sandy beach. It was just the sort of small, sleepy place we love, but not exactly awash with places to stay. After asking around we managed to secure an old workman's cottage from a local farmer. It would be needed in the autumn when the harvest was due, but we agreed to rent it for 3 months before that.
Our days were relaxed, exploring the local countryside and coast, and getting to know some of the villagers. Each afternoon we'd go down to the beach to sunbathe and swim, and stare up at the castle which towered above us. Usually, there would be about 15 or 20 people on the beach, but at the weekend most of the young men and women relaxed there after working all week and Kate didn't go unnoticed by many of them even though she had so far kept her bikini bottoms on.
We learnt that the castle belonged to one of the oldest aristocratic families of Spain and that they had lived there since their forbears built it in the 12th century. The Count was rarely there as business took him away for much of the time, but his staff were often seen around the village where he was regarded as a benefactor.
After a month I started to notice one man in particular who had begun to sit near Kate and me on the beach and on several occasions I spotted him taking photos of her with a telephoto camera as she walked on the shore and swam.
"I think you've got an admirer." I said as she came back to our towels.
"Yes, I've seen him. He's been here all week only these last 3 days he's got closer."
She had obviously been aware of him before I had and said nothing.
"Shall I give him something worth photographing?" she asked, and before I could reply, she stood up, removed her bikini bottoms and walked back to the sea.
Immediately, our onlooker raised his camera and started snapping. Kate kept her back to him and very deliberately bent over with her legs apart to pick up a shell giving him a fantastic rear view of her shaven slit. After a while as she walked off along the beach the man stood and walked over to me.
"Good afternoon Senor," he said as I looked up, "You have a very beautiful wife."
"Well thank you," I replied "I think so too."
He sat down next to me. "Forgive me for asking, but how does she keep herself in such good shape?"
"We both like to take plenty of exercise and Kate has taken dance classes for years."
"Ah, yes I thought so. She moves with grace." After a second he said "I am sorry, you must think me rude."
I thought he meant for staring at my wife, but then he continued
"I have not introduced myself. My name is Jorge and I am an aide to the Count. When I first saw you on the beach a week ago I had to come and see for myself - you see, your wife is striking as she is so much taller than Spanish women and her willingness to be naked in front of others shows great confidence. In my country, that signifies strength in a woman and is considered very attractive."
As I saw Kate returning along the shore Jorge stood and thanked me for my time and apologised for interrupting my afternoon. Taking a last look at her he turned and disappeared up the path to the castle.
"What was all that about?" She asked.
I told her what had been said and she just nodded. I'm sure I detected a little disappointment that he had gone by the time she came back.
A couple of days later as we lay on the sand, Jorge came up to us and when I saw him I introduced him to Kate.
"Good afternoon Senora."
