10 comments/ 66538 views/ 27 favorites Watching Her Bloom! Ch. 01 By: Hopebeach It happened slowly but I'm glad it did, because the geography in the relationship made for very tricky situations. I am English, now 47, and living in the UK. I married Diana 2 years ago, and I couldn't really believe that it had happened. Why? Because Diana was a beautiful, sexy blonde from Texas, and it was only because I was on a business trip to the US that I bumped into her. I'd gone with a colleague to Houston for 3 days and one evening we went to a lounge bar in the city centre. We could have gone anywhere, but someone had told us that we could have a few beers and be able to relax, and it was only round the corner from our hotel. So in we went! We had a few drinks and watched the girls on the floor enjoying dancing....I even had a few dances myself, even though I've got two left feet, and then I saw this beautiful vision. She was stunning, and I told my colleague, 'I've just got to have a dance with that gorgeous woman before we go. She is beautiful!' I watched her for a few minutes while she gyrated on the dance floor, sometimes with her girlfriends, sometimes with guys. Then, with only about half hour to go before the bar closed, I plucked up some courage and went across to her. I was much taller than her, and I worked out she was only about 5' tall, but she looked even better close up than she had from across the floor. She was blonde, her hair going to her shoulders, stunning green eyes, and I guessed she was in her late 30s. How could a girl so stunning be on her own in her 30s? Not a problem for me, and sometimes fate takes a hand in life, doesn't it? Her figure was stunning, her breasts magnificent, her hips firm and shapely, and her legs looked so inviting in the short, tight blue dress she was wearing with the high heels. The material sort of clung to every curve seductively...smart, smouldering and sexy but not tartish! 'Excuse me, I wonder if I might have a dance with you. Would that be OK,' I said in my proper Queen's English. This gorgeous blonde smiled up at me, her eyes sparkling with kindness and she almost giggled. 'Well, thankyou, kind Sir. Are you English? I just luv that accent.' Her own accent, that lovely Texas drawl, just hit me between the eyes. I thought we might need an interpreter, but we coped. She was mesmerising, and I was hooked. We danced, I held her, although I towered over her, and we seemed to hit it off immediately. We couldn't stop talking to each other, everything about one another, almost our life history. Things seemed just so natural. The smell of her perfume, the warmth of her smile, the feminine curves of her body next to mine....God, she was lovely. Luckily, as it was the end of the evening, the music had changed to slow, smoochy numbers, so we were able to stay close, shuffle around the floor, and just talk. Like me, Diana was a divorcee, with 2 children in their teens. She had come to Houston with a few girlfriends for a 'girls weekend,' but we seemed to stay dancing with one another until the end of the evening. Nothing else happened that evening, but we arranged to have coffee the next day at lunch-time. Again we spent the whole hour in the coffee bar just talking to one another about ourselves. She looked stunning again, a tight, pink jumper on, again accentuating her wonderful breasts, and her denim jeans showed off her tight ass to perfection. I was flying back to Heathrow that night, and she would be flying with her girlfriends back home to Dallas first thing the following day. To cut a long story short, back home in the UK, I kept in touch with Diana by Email almost every day. I couldn't get her out of my mind...everything about her excited me. I had been out with a few women in the UK since my divorce, but none of them attracted me like Diana did. We exchanged a few photographs, and she was just as gorgeous as I remembered her from the trip. But I also gave the matter serious consideration. Was it feasible? She was from Texas, with 2 children. I lived and worked in the UK, although I travelled quite a bit. How could we carry on a romance like that? Was it the heady thoughts of meeting a sexy woman while in a foreign land? I hoped not. There was only one thing for it. I would have to go back to the States, see her again and, if I felt the same way, I would bring the matter to a head. I took a week off work, flew across the Atlantic to a hotel in New York, and there we met again. Diana had flown in from Dallas, stayed with me for 3 days and it was bliss. She was just as before, kind, funny, loving and...my God.....was she sexy. We finally got to go to bed together, and fireworks flew for me all the time! She did things with my cock that I never realised were possible. We sweated with passion, we were insatiable, we were soft and gentle, and then we were hard and like animals. In the intervening hours, we walked and we talked, like real friends and lovers. There was only one thing for it. I popped the question! I think she was a bit surprised, but she didn't say No! Again, there were a multitude of questions, but we managed to get round them all. I formed the opinion that Diana wanted this just as much as I did, but there were her children to consider, of course. They were old enough to look after themselves now, and their father was still living in the US, so there was no problem was there? It would be a huge step for Diana, to uproot and come to the UK to live, but I could see that above all else, she was willing to try. I was ecstatic, and so was she, and on her last day, we went and bought a beautiful ring.......and then we fucked again! Over the next 6 months, time and events seemed to fly by. She bought her children over to stay with me in the UK for 2 weeks, we set a date for a quiet wedding in the US, and I couldn't wait. I seemed to get on well with her son and daughter during their holiday, and I think they were content that their mum was going to marry a decent man........even though he spoke with some damn awful English accent!! So, we got married, I was 45 and Di was 38. We got the required UK visa for Di, and then we travelled back to my home in the UK. Of course, it was OUR home, now! Just by luck, I got promoted at work, and instead of flying round the world trying to drum up business, I was now the area manager for the south west of England...ie, Devon, Dorset, Somerset and Cornwall. This was brilliant. I wouldn't have to spend days away from home, and the most time away from Diana would be just one night at a time and, even then, I could be home in a matter of a few hours should an emergency crop up. The promotion, the sale of my old house, and some cash that Di had spirited away after her divorce, meant that we could buy another home.....the home of our dreams. It was a 4 bedroom house, tucked away down a little path in a village right by the sea in Dorset. It was ideal, had a beautiful, secluded garden, and would enable her children to come over whenever they wanted and have a bedroom each. No-one overlooked us, we could be on the beach in 5 minutes, yet in the winter, it was almost desolate and so private. Diana seemed to love the house and on many a cold Sunday during that first winter, we walked along the beach for miles, just holding hands, talking, laughing and generally getting to know one another better. Sex was wonderful......I still couldn't get over that magnificent, little Texas body, and all Di wanted to do was give pleasure. She certainly did that!! Me, I couldn't believe my luck. When she knew I was due home from work, I would be met at the door by a vision of sexual beauty. She always had full make-up on, always high heels, and always a tight dress or blouse with hemlines that showed off those delectable thighs. Many a time, I just couldn't resist the smiling eyes and the body, and we would fuck there and then as I put my briefcase down in the hall-way. Sometimes, I would just push her forward and kneel Di on the stairs, slip down her panties and take here there and then, enjoying her howling and groaning as I pummelled my cock into that awesome body from behind. Other times it might be over the kitchen table as she laid the cutlery for dinner, but whenever it was, it was rough and ready, and so satisfying for both of us. Of course, there were many times when it was slow and gentle, and this was just as beautiful. Although I had no children from my first marriage, Di and I decided against having children together. She had two already, we were not young teenagers any more and, after some debate, we decided that we just wanted to live together and catch up on the years that had gone before we met. We also decided that Di had no need to work. My salary gave us a decent lifestyle, and I loved it when I came home and she was waiting for me. She got a full UK driving licence, we bought her own little car and then we both enrolled at a gym in the nearby town. Di often went to the gym on her own while I was at work, and she slowly became friendly with some of the local women who went to the gym. She went for coffee with them, she sometimes went shopping with them and, gradually, she got used to her new way of life. Going to the gym certainly kept that wonderful figure in trim and I often told her that she looked like a woman in her 20s, not her late 30s. It was true as well! Her stomach was flat and firm, her wonderful breasts were 36D and jutted from her chest so powerfully and provocatively, her legs were stunning and that little ass would just wiggle so seductively as she moved. I was so proud of Diana, and I thought I was so lucky to capture a girl so gorgeous in every way. In fact, I started to get horny just watching her move around the home or walk down the street. She knew this, but it only seemed to make her want to please me more. It was a little embarrassing sometimes. She would ask me what food I liked, how I liked it cooked etc, but then she started asking me about her clothes. 'I really want to make you proud of me, honey,' she would say. 'I want to always look smart for you.' I tried to reassure her. 'You do make me feel proud. I've told you a million times that you have an awesome body which looks 10 years younger...so sexy, and you always look smart in the way you dress.' She blushed as I held her and kissed her forehead and ran my hands across her wonderful ass. 'Yes, I know, and I love hearing you say those things, but I want to know what turns you on, what clothes would you like to see me in....what are your favourites?' and she kissed me with her open mouth, her tongue slipping into my mouth, bringing my cock to attention once more. The conversation seemed to dry up as my hands slid the back of her skirt up so I could feel the skin of her ass. I just lifted her a few inches and held her against my cock as I squeezed the hard cheeks of her bum. Within about 60 seconds we were climbing the stairs, me grappling with her clothes as we went, until she was almost naked by the time we were on the bed. We fucked hard this time, Di panted her pleasure, lifted her legs towards the ceiling, bucked her ass off the bed, and I held off for as long as possible before I just whooshed my seeds right into her, as deeply as I could invade her. I think Diana started to enjoy her new life, although she missed her children, and she seemed to be becoming quite popular in the little village we lived in. In the summer, she would get onto the beach in the warm weather, in her little bikinis, making friends with some of the locals, and enjoying the social life in the evenings with me. There was a lovely little pub only about 5 minutes walk away along the sea front, packed in the summer with holidaymakers, but almost empty on the cold winter evenings, and we would often walk along there after evening meal for a few drinks and conversations with other customers, and soon Di was treated just like one of the regulars. This, coupled with her new friendships with ladies at the gym, and Di was really getting used to her new surroundings in the UK. The lovely, little pub, not unnaturally, had the theme of the sea all over the place. It had low, wooden ceilings with beams, candles that flickered in the dark corners of the rooms, comfy old chairs and wooden benches, little models of yachts and fishing boats on the window sills and bar, sold real ale, and there was even an old, rusty anchor hanging from a hook behind the bar. This, coupled with a big, roaring wood fire in the winter, made the place very welcoming, and it was always nice to spend a few hours in there when there was nothing on the TV to watch. Actually, it had not gone unnoticed by me that Di's gorgeous figure and personality were regularly attracting admiring looks and whispered comments from those in the pub or on the beach, or when we went out for a meal or to the town. Not only was I proud of my sexy, Texas beauty, but I often got quite excited and horny at the way Diana was obviously the subject of lurid and sexual thoughts from others around us, and it was not just from men my own age! Many a time, I noticed younger men, some even in their late teens, giving her long, lingering looks of desire, and I knew just what they were thinking!! I didn't say anything to Di, but I just wallowed in the fact that my wife was turning others on. And why not? She was hot, she was blonde and sexy, and she exuded feminine charms with her smouldering body and welcoming eyes. On top of this was that wonderful, sexy Texas drawl which always drew attention, and she was rapidly becoming a regular talking point amongst the regulars and visitors alike. Of course, this got me even hornier, to think that others were enjoying what they were seeing, and slowly but surely, it became a feature of my fantasies, to know that perhaps other men...just men??......were stroking their bodies and having naughty thoughts about Di. At this point, I would never have dreamt of leading her on, but I was always pleased when she dressed in something tight and revealing when we went to the pub or down to the beach, and I could see others enjoying her display. Which takes me back to when we were in the afterglow of a wonderful fuck, and she was asking me about my favourite outfits for her. She cuddled up and stroked my cheek as well as stroking my flaccid cock. 'So, kind Sir, what outfits do you like to see your little wifey wearing? What makes you horny, big guy?' and she really rubbed my cock this time, and the thought of what she was asking had the effect of getting my excited cock lifting back into horny mode! 'Give me 24 hours, you sexy bitch, and I'll tell you,' I laughed, and then we were at it again, or rather, Di was going down on me to suck me beautifully so that I was ready to fuck that awesome body one more time. The next day, I did give it some thought at work, although I knew what turned me on and I knew the way I liked her to dress. When I got home, I thought I would tease her a little and perhaps see just how far I could push my fantasies! Over tea looking out onto the garden where a couple of lights were lighting up the lawn on this dark, November evening, I started... 'So, my sexy Texas lady! You want to know what outfits turn me on, do you?' 'Yes, Sir. I hope I please you but if you have some favourites, I'll see what I can do,' she smiled, blushing at the same time. 'Look, Diana, this is a bit difficult, because you always look sexy and smart, and I know you take a pride in what you wear.....and I really do appreciate it. I love the way you look, especially after I've been travelling around the country all day...to come home to you looking the way you do is fantastic......but.........!!' 'Come on, big man,' she laughed. 'I know you're like all men, and have naughty thoughts....you can't help it....you keep your brains in your trousers, don't you?' and I could see her lovely eyes sparkling, because she knew she had hit the nail on the head. 'Well.....you've got such a great body, and I DO like to see you proudly displaying it. In the summer, your bikinis are tremendous on the beach or when we are in the garden, but now it is winter, you still manage to keep my tongue hanging out with what you wear. For instance, the tight shirts and jumpers you wear...my God, they really fit snugly round your great breasts,' and Di blushed at this point, but I carried on. 'And your legs and ass are out of this world, and......and the more I see of them, the more I like it.....and you know others like it as well, don't you?' 'What do you mean, honey?' and now she was teasing, trying to keep a straight face. 'You know what I mean, don't you, you little devil. I can see others ogling your body in the pub, the way they look at your stunning legs and tight ass. I love your short skirts and shorts, especially when you've got high heels on...corrrrrrr!! And I love it when you've got a tight, little tee-shirt on that doesn't quite come down to your waist...it's really tantalising...gets me really horny, you naughty.....' but she interrupted me. 'I know all men love stockings, as well, don't they, but with my short legs, they don't really suit me with a short skirt.....I can't really wear them and stay decent...I'm sorry, sweetheart, but you don't mind, do you?' I laughed. I already knew this and was pleased she knew the smart way to handle her clothes. But she carried on. 'And I love to wear high heels 'cos I'm so small next to you......so the higher the better, and then I'm nearly up to your shoulder,' she laughed. It was true. I am over 6' and when she puts those big heels on, we can almost talk to each other.....and I wasn't one to complain as heels make her legs look longer and really fabulous. 'Gorgeous, I always love it when you wear big heels, and I would sooner see you in a very short skirt with tights or bare legs, and some little panties or thong, than see you trying to keep a skirt down to hide your stocking tops. I like you to be sexy and hot but still stay classy and smart, like you are in full control of how you appear.' 'So what else is there, big man? I wanted to reassure her some more, but make her feel sexy and proud. 'I love your make-up, your sexy, warm eyes, the jewellery you wear, the little choker round your neck and the anklet you sometimes have on. You are one hell of a sexy, Texas gal, Di, and if you want to know what gets me horny and turns me on, then those things do...Oh, and the more brief your underwear, the better as well!!!' She smiled an appreciative smile and then suddenly said, 'So what about a walk to the pub for a night-cap, then?' This was a sudden surprise, as it was cold on this winter evening, the wind was blowing along the shore, and I thought she might want to curl up in front of the TV and perhaps end the evening with a bit of slap and tickle in bed. But I was game for a pint of beer or two and I went to get changed into some jeans and jumper. Wow! When Di came down the stairs, she looked incredible!! She had put on a really short, black skirt, some thickish, black tights, a tight, black woollen jumper that seemed to meld all round her breasts, and she had finished the outfit off with 4inch black heels. To protect her against the windy evening, she was also wearing a short, black leather jacket with little tufts of fur round the collar. She'd put a black suede choker round her neck, and she looked really chic and smart.....and really fuckable as well!! I almost didn't want to go out as she had made me horny once more, but we quickly got out onto the seafront and cuddled to keep warm as we made our way to the pub. The sea was rough in the moonlight, and it was a real winter evening on the Dorset coast. We went into the pub and all eyes turned to us. That was because there was hardly anybody in there, but the roaring fire looked welcoming and we wandered across to the bar and ordered our drinks. We had a chat with the landlord and two of the older locals bade us good evening from their alcove seats near the fire. We had been on speaking terms over the months since coming to the pub, and I knew them to be old fishermen, locals through and through, with broad Dorset accents. Watching Her Bloom! Ch. 01 As we sat down at their little wooden table, the fire took hold and began to warm us up, and Di took off her little jacket and hung it on the back of a chair. Ned and Jimmy were both in their late 50s if not their sixties, but they went out in their boats at the crack of dawn every morning to try to earn a living, and spent most evenings in the pub chewing the cud! They had weathered faces from the harsh, sea air and big, thick hands from pulling on ropes for over thirty years, but they were jovial men and enjoyed a laugh. I knew that to have some real feminine company in their midst would really make their day, so we started to pass the time, and I could see they couldn't take their eyes off Di's tight body in the black outfit. There weren't many others in the pub, but in the corner of the room were three local lads playing pool and enjoying their pints, and I could also see them throwing a glance at my wife every now and then between shots. Di wasn't shy, and joined in the conversation as though she had lived in the area for years, and Ned and Jimmy really started to enjoy her company. Her hard tits were really straining at the black jumper and, although it was crew necked and didn't show off any cleavage, the shape and size of her assets, and the way her little bra was pushing her tits up and together, really got the old men lapping at their beer. We had a few more drinks together, and I could see Ned and Jimmy trying to see up Di's short skirt. It had risen right to the top of her thighs while she was seated, but the thick, black tights made it impossible to see any sign of her panties between her legs.....if she had any on! Nevertheless, the two old fishermen knew that there were wonderful, hidden treasures just beyond the hem of Diana's skirt and their eyes alternated between her smiling eyes, her big, shapely breasts and the underside of the tiny, black skirt. This had the effect of giving me a raging hard-on and I had to try and adjust my cock under the table to stay decent, but I think Di knew what it was doing to me, and it only seemed to make her worse. They loved her Texas accent and often teased her about it, but their Dorset twang was just as bad and the way they spoke became a standing joke between the four of us. Suddenly, Ned suggested, 'What about a game of pool, then? Them young ruffians 'ave been on there all night...our turn now. Me and Jimmy will take you two on. Loser buys the next round. OK?' Well, I was up for it, and Di seemed to want to join in, so the three young lads stepped aside and we set the balls up. Whenever Di had a shot, every eye in the pub was looking at this superb, 5' frame bending over the table. The three teenage lads had bought more beer and just sat open-mouthed watching this sexy woman, old enough to be their mother. Her black skirt would slide up the backs of her legs, almost to the top, to show off the shape of the cheeks of her ass, and she had to be careful not to rub the pool balls with her wondrous tits as she bent over to play a shot. It was magnificent and, again, I had to deftly adjust my trousers because the atmosphere was really turning me on. Every now and then, Diana would throw me a teasing smile as she knew damn well what I was getting excited about, but nothing was ever said. It was just plain erotic, even though there was not one inch of her skin on display, apart from her hands and face. Jimmy even tried to 'help' her when she was having difficulty with a shot, and he went behind her and showed her how to hold the cue, making sure he was as close as he could get to her bent body. 'Now you just hold it like this, Missy,' and we all watched as Di's legs were wide open as she bent right over the table again, with Jimmy trying to keep control of himself without really succeeding. I could see the three teenage lads whispering to one another as they, too, enjoyed the sight, and I thought poor old Jimmy was going to have a heart attack the way he was slobbering with lust. Each time I took a shot, I could feel my hard cock banging against my leg, and I just couldn't wait for the game to end so I could sit down and not embarrass myself any more, but even so, I wanted the game to go on so that the men in the pub could continue to enjoy what Di was doing...and she was certainly doing things that excited these boys and men! Of course, we lost the game and I had to buy another round, but all I wanted to do was get my sexy little wife home and fuck her brains out. Di knew this, and finished the evening off with some more teasing. She suddenly said to the three teenage lads, who all seemed to have bulges in their jeans, 'Want another game, boys? You three and me? I'm getting good at this!' Well, of course, they jumped at this golden opportunity, so for the next 20 minutes or so, Jimmy, Ned and I were again treated to the sight of Diana playing pool with the three lads while we sat back and supped our beer. My God, it was stunning. Di didn't pull any punches and she knew that every move she made was being closely watched by at least 6 pairs of lustful eyes. Her body moved into all sorts of provocative positions, her skirt rode up her legs, her back arched sexily as she bent over the table, and her breasts just jutted out in front of her giving each one of us the most fantastic display. As we walked home along the desolate promenade, hugging and talking, Di suddenly felt my hard cock in my jeans. It was rampant, still coming to terms with the stunning erotic, display in the pub. Then she teased again. 'Oh, oh, big boy. I can see something has got you all excited, hasn't it?' and she continued to rub and grab my cock as we shuffled along. 'I'm saying nothing, you naughty Texas gal!' I laughed. 'That turned you on, didn't it? Did that get you horny in there, big guy? Was I a naughty lil' Texas gal?' 'Yes, you were.....and I loved it,' and we stopped under the moonlight for a passionate kiss, and all the time, Di was grabbing and squeezing my cock in my trousers. I had never been so turned on, and she knew it. As soon as we got inside the front door, I was grabbing at her again and she let me tear down her black tights to her knees and sit her on the bottom of the stairs. She only had on a very brief thong (if only those men and boys in the pub had known) and I quickly pushed that aside, knelt down and started licking her wet cunt! The events in the pub must have turned Diana on as well!! I held her thighs up and really started to work at her delicious vagina, licking all round her clit and up and down her lips, and very soon, I was just tongue fucking her, in and out of her body. She became delirious, sighing and breathing heavily, and it was only a minute or two before Di was screaming and moaning as a shattering orgasm overcame her. She really was turned on, really wet and hot....and we both knew why!! We scrambled into bed, now both naked, and I lunged my rampant cock into her body to gratify my own desires. I had never been so turned on and the need to fuck this teasing, sexy, warm, loving woman had never been so great. 'So you enjoyed my outfit, didn't you, big man......did it make you feel horny to see those guys watching me?........ummm.....harder, harder......fuck me harder!!!!!!!!' I just carried on fucking her as hard as I could, but she smiled at me, knowing full well that what she was saying was true. 'I'm not going to tell you what to do, Di.....but I think you've worked it out for yourself, haven't you? Oh, God, this is it, you sexy bitch.......ummmmm,' and the thoughts of everything that had gone on at the pub, coupled with the hot, warm body that was now all around my cock, sent me over the top and I finally jetted my cumm deep inside her body to bring to an end an amazing night which may or may not have set an erotic precedent! Soon we drifted off to sleep. Nothing further was said the next day, and we spent the next few weeks getting ready for Christmas. We were going to spend it alone, so I wanted to make it special for Di, because the day after Boxing Day, she was flying back to the Sates for 2 weeks to see in the New Year with her children. I would miss her but I knew it was important for her to keep in touch with the children, so I was determined to enjoy Christmas with her. We put a few lights across the garden so anyone walking along the little path would enjoy the festive spirit, we got a nice little tree to put in the window and, generally, we had a great time getting ready for the celebrations. Christmas Eve was always a special occasion at the pub, so when everything was ready for Christmas Day, with our presents under the tree, and the food ready in the fridge, we both showered and got ready to walk down to the pub about 9 in the evening. I was hoping!!!!!!! I didn't push, but I was hoping!! My God, I almost fell over when Diana came down the stairs again. She was grinning like a Cheshire cat when she saw my eyeballs sticking out of their sockets. She must have bought these items secretly, without my knowledge, but she had certainly taken it to heart about what outfits I liked to see her in. What else did she have in mind?? The shoes were black with big, platform soles, and what must have been a 5' stiletto heel. Her legs looked tremendous in them, because she was also wearing a tiny, halter-neck, glittery, red dress. It tied behind her neck and the material ran down to fit closely round each wonderful breast, and there was no doubt that Di was not wearing a bra, because already her stunning nipples were pushing at the dress to make a mouth-watering sight. The dress was also bare-backed down to her waist. It only came to mid-thigh and, to make my cock even more twitchy, Di was bare legged and the dress was split at the front from the waist downwards and, although it looked reasonably decent while she was standing still, when she walked the dress would open gently to reveal more of those beautiful thighs. This dress would cause a storm, but it was Christmas Eve and Di was certainly getting into the spirit of Christmas, and I was like a kid with fresh ice-cream!! 'My God, Diana, if word gets round about that outfit, the pub is going to be packed out,' and I went to make a move for her. 'Hands off, big boy! I'm ready to go out, so don't you come mauling your big hands all over me,' she laughed. 'I take it you like my Christmas outfit, do you?' she teased. 'You know I do, you sexy little minx. You've been buying things behind my back, haven't you?' 'Of course I have. I wanted you to enjoy my surprise for Christmas....give you something to remind you of me while I'm back in the States for the New Year. Now, are you taking me out, or not?' and she gave me a wonderful, passionate kiss which did nothing to alleviate the hardness of my raging cock. Just for good measure, Di gave me a powerful squeeze between the legs, and she knew that she was really turning me on! We both wore big coats for the walk to the pub, and Di's was a long shapeless thing which hid most of her frame and protected her from the cold night. There was no wind, the sea was calm and there was a clear sky with the stars twinkling beautifully to make it a wonderful night for celebration, and we could hear the music playing in the pub way before we got there. There was no doubt that there would be a lot in the pub, and we could hear happy voices talking and laughing as we reached the door. We went inside and, sure enough, the place was thronging with people. People said hello and wished us a happy Christmas, and there was definitely an air of Christmas spirit in the place. There was a pop group banging out their music at one end of the room, people sat about and many others were standing around chatting and drinking, and there were at least a dozen people dancing on the floor just in front of the group. Already, Di was attracting admiring looks from many of the clientele, particularly as she was wearing a glittery choker round her neck, and her face was made up sexily with mascara, dark eye-shadow and glossy lip stick......and she still had her long coat on. I bought her a drink and then began to help her off with the coat. She smiled at me as the full vision of her body squeezed into the sexy dress came into view. She looked like a million dollars, and very soon she was being ogled by numerous other party goers!!! There wasn't a seat immediately available, so we stood at the bar with people squeezing in and out to get a drink, and we chatted with lots of folk who we had seen in the pub on previous occasions. Suddenly Jimmy and Ned, the two old fishermen, appeared at our side and began to wish us a happy Christmas. I could see the two old boys lusting over Diana's outfit, with her shapely body on display, and it was almost as if they couldn't keep their eyes off her. There were other attractive women in the bar, some single and some obviously with their partners, but there was no doubt that Di was really turning the men on with the way she looked. As she moved from foot to foot, her dress would gently slide apart to reveal those gorgeous thighs and, as she wasn't wearing any hose, her naked skin was often on tantalising view, almost up to the very tops of her legs. I would just have to stand there, trying to control my cock in my trousers as I drank my pint, but the sight was mesmerising......and Di knew I was enjoying it!! We carried on enjoying chatting with people for the next hour or more, and eventually we managed to grab a couple of seats on one of the old wooden benches at the side of the room. We had enjoyed quite a few drinks by then, and Di was really into her favourite margaritas in a big way. Neither of us was drunk, but we were pleasantly merry, like everyone else in the pub and, when she sat down, Di's stunning little dress really slid open at the split so that her thighs were sexily naked. Oh my God, she looked gorgeous. Tantalisingly, she slowly crossed one knee over the other, and in the dark room, so many pairs of eyes could be seen looking at those wonderful legs, especially the expanse of naked, shapely thigh on the leg that she had just lifted onto the other. Her hard breasts, too, were beautifully on display, pushing against the material holding them in place, and she smiled provocatively at me, knowing full well the effect she was having on my cock. 'Is this an early Christmas present for you, big boy?' she teased, and then she ran her tongue over her glossy lips in such a way that I thought my cock would burst from my trousers. I wasn't going to be drawn.....I wasn't going to say anything that might affect the electric atmosphere she was creating. I just wanted her to tease and tantalise me the way she was doing, especially now that we were more relaxed after a few drinks. All I could say was, 'Aren't you going to have a dance then, you sexy Texas gal?' Her eyes lit up. 'Would you mind, then, if I had a few dances. I'm just in the mood.' 'No, of course not. You know I've got two left feet, so I'll just watch and enjoy my pint. I'll get another drink while you have a dance!' and I smiled at Di as she rose from her seat. She joined a couple of other women dancing in front of the musicians, and my mind was loving every tantalising move she made......and so were the majority of other men in the room! As the music from the guitars and drums rocked the room, Diana was really snaking that body for all she was worth. There was not much room for all the dancers on the small piece of floor, but my cock was really twitching as she shook that awesome body in time with the music. I think she knew what she was doing to me, and was enjoying every minute, and I knew damn well that she was now the object of lust from every eye that could see her. Her hips were swaying harder and harder, thrusting back and forth, her breasts were shaking in the halter-neck, really thrusting up and down, trying to escape from the thin dress, and nearly all of her stunning thighs were on view as the dress slid apart, sometimes quickly giving a sexy glimpse of the minute red thong that fitted snugly between her legs. Her face didn't look at me, and she looked as though she was completely innocent, but she knew that this was a Christmas present that was making me as horny as hell! I couldn't wish for more in my fantasies, but I did wonder where it would go. I sat back on my seat in the dark outskirts of the room, supping my beer again, when suddenly Ned moved onto the floor and grabbed Di's arm. She smiled in surprise, quickly glanced at me, although she was unlikely to really see my thoughts in the darkness. Ned, the old letch, was whispering in her ear and almost immediately they went into a dancing clinch and were slowly moving around the floor. I watched his hands and good old Ned wasn't backwards in coming forward! One hand was caressing her bare back while the other hand was sliding around her waist, sometimes on her bare skin, and sometimes just going that bit lower to rest on the top of her backside. They were talking animatedly, laughing and joking, and every now and then, Ned's hand would wander down lower, getting as close to the rump of that wonderful ass as he dare. And he dared!!! Diana was still smiling, never looking at me, always into Ned's eyes, and the old man was really making the most of it! This went on for a few minutes, until Ned gave up all pretence and was genuinely just holding Di's shapely ass with his hand, gently rubbing and pressing it, bringing her body, inch by inch, nearer to his crotch. Di continued to smile innocently, but it was driving me wild, seeing this fit, older man rubbing my wife's delectable ass, pulling her against his cock, while whispering in her ear, and Di just held her arms around his neck. If this was being done for my benefit, then it was definitely working! Suddenly, the song stopped, but Ned grabbed Di's hand again and began to lead her towards the other end of the room. Just for a brief second, Di smiled across at me, but then continued being led towards the pool table. Christ...what was going on? The pool table was out of action because of the festivities, but suddenly I noticed a huge sprig of mistletoe hanging from a hook above the table. I could see what Ned's intentions were! There was another, younger couple enjoying a long kiss underneath the green plant with white berries, but they soon moved as Ned arrived. Again, he leant into Diana and whispered in her ear and then.....oh my God,..... her arms went up round his neck again and he went in for the kill....or the most passionate kiss I had ever seen Di enjoy with another man. It was Christmas, I know, and just a bit of fun, but the signals being given off were like fireworks. Like most men, Ned towered over her, even in her high heels, and his mouth was certainly exploring every bit of her mouth with his tongue. Not only that, but Ned's hands were really holding her tightly, and this time both hands were on her ass, rubbing her dress, pulling her onto him again, squeezing each buttock, and surreptitiously sliding the skirt of the dress so that it opened up for him. His knee was between Di's legs, and one of his hands cunningly got onto her thigh, underneath the material, and there was no doubt that he had begun to explore Di's naked body underneath the dress. I was sweating, my cock was tenting my trousers right out, but it was very difficult to see everything from where I was sitting. I could see Diana still keeping her mouth wide open as her tongue fought with Ned, and the whole thing seemed to go on for at least two minutes. Then, just as suddenly, they broke away and she was making her way back towards me with a big grin all over her face. As she reached me, she bent down to kiss me on the cheek, and her hand quickly felt between my legs. I was like an iron rod. Watching Her Bloom! Ch. 01 'This feels better and better,' she laughed at me. 'I think we shall have to do something about that, won't we, big boy?' 'Did you enjoy the old man, then? I think he was enjoying you!' I teased. 'It's Christmas, honey-pie.......you're not complaining, anyway, are you.......I can tell by what's in your trousers!' she laughed again. 'I'd only do something like that while you were close by anyway....you know that!' I loved it, but I wasn't going to tell her to do it some more. It was unspoken, it was exciting, but I wanted Diana just to go at whatever speed she wanted. If that was it for the evening, then so be it, but by God, she was exciting me and she bloody well knew it! There was an extension that evening until midnight, and it was gone eleven by now. Everybody had enjoyed a few drinks, and a few inhibitions had been lowered but then suddenly, Jimmy, the other fisherman, was by our side, smiling. There was no doubt he had witnessed his old friend Ned with Di, and wanted some of the same. He politely asked her for a dance and Di just smiled at me and rose from her seat, after taking another huge swig of her margarita......perhaps for Dutch courage! 'See you soon, sweetie,' she smiled again as Jimmy led her to the dance floor. 'OK, but don't forget who's taking you home, you rascal,' I replied, trying to sound relaxed but firm at the same time. I tried to remain calm again but by this time I was really getting worked up with excitement. My fantasies were always at the back of my mind, but I would never let on to Diana. I was loving the display, the more the merrier as far as I was concerned, but I would never pressurise her and just wanted her to go with the flow as far as she wanted without me showing any emotion or giving her a clue that I was revelling in the situation. I think she had a good idea anyway! As I began to watch my wife and Jimmy start to enjoy a slow dance, Ned came up and sat beside me, giving me a fresh pint....was it a peace offering? 'Here you, my friend.....happy Christmas to you and your good lady. She sure is one hell of a sexy woman.....and you had to go all the way to America to find her.' 'Yes,' I laughed..... 'but it was worth it, wasn't it?' 'You're not kidding.......and you're the lucky bloke who's going to have her in bed on Christmas morning, aren't you,' and Ned laughed again. I cheerfully nodded in agreement. 'So you don't mind us getting a Christmas kiss off your lovely wife before we let her come back to you again, do you?' 'No, of course I don't, Ned. It's what Christmas is all about, isn't it?' This seemed like a green light to Ned because his eyes lit up. He was just making sure that 'the husband' was alright with another pint and some compliments before he was off again, making his way back to the crowded, noisy bar. He left with the parting shot, 'Why don't you have a dance then?.....there are plenty of young women here....but not as sexy as your Diana,' he laughed, and with that he was gone. I turned to watch Di and Jimmy again but only to see Jimmy leading the way to the pool table....and that mistletoe! At this late hour, there were quite a few other couples stood close to the table, embracing each other, kissing passionately, and Jimmy had a job to squeeze in. In the end, he managed to find a few inches where he could lean with his backside against the table, under the mistletoe, and he gently pulled Di close to him so that her back was turned towards where I was sitting. Still everybody was busy kissing, and I watched Jimmy's arms go round Di's back and pull her into a clinch. I could only see her blonde hair but Jimmy was obviously trying to eat her mouth as their heads were straining against one another. Lots of onlookers, not engaged in lustful kissing themselves, were getting another close-up of my wife passionately necking with one of the old fishermen. Ned was also one of those getting a grandstand view, along with others at the bar. Luckily, my view was much clearer on this occasion. Dare I caress my cock in the darkened seat? I decided against it, although I was able to run my thumb over it quickly as I changed position. Di was certainly making the most of her last couple of days here before she flew to the States, and, shamefully, I knew I was getting the benefit. Jimmy ran one hand down her naked back and it went straight to her ass to knead it and squeeze it. His other hand was toying with her neck, perhaps on the material holding one of her halter straps up. I watched both hands play with and tease her, while also seeing her head move from side to side as she fought with the fisherman's mouth and tongue. Again, I was sweating and my pulse seemed to increase tenfold, but then I saw Di's hand remove Jimmy's fingers from her neck and place them round her back. Had he tried to undo the halter neck? The kissing continued and now Jimmy's hand was working on Diana's ass through the dress. Each time he pulled her body against him, his fingers would ease the skirt apart and more of her thigh would come into view. His thumb was manoeuvring the material bit by bit until one side of the dress was right round at the back and Jimmy was holding it with one hand on her ass. The whole of Di's leg was on view, right up to the strip on her hip showing off her tiny, red thong! Nothing changed, nothing stopped, and Di gave no indication that she was no longer enjoying it, but now her sexy leg was on view and free to Jimmy's hand. As he played with the dress on her ass with one hand, his other hand was caressing gently up and down her naked thigh. I had a job to take my eyes off this stunning site, but there were others doing far worse things. One girl was almost laid back completely on the pool table while her partner had his hands all over her body.....Christmas was an excuse for anything it seemed! Suddenly, Ned was beside Di and Jimmy, standing behind her and running his hands round her waist and whispering in her ear once more. How much more could I take? I could take a lot more! It seemed that everybody in the room was kissing somebody, but not me, but I was too engrossed in the activities to care and just continued to sup my pint and watch. Di's dress suddenly fell back into place but I could suddenly see movement under the material, right on her naked ass. Oh my God, one of the two old men had his hand right on her ass and, with a sexy, red thong on, Di had nothing to protect her lovely bottom except the strip going down between her cheeks. Again, she showed no sign of protesting and, in fact, just turned to Ned and started to kiss his mouth in the most erotic way. Di was certainly enjoying this, and now Ned's hand was on her thigh, sliding the garment apart again. As she was turned around by the two men, I could see more of my luscious, defenceless wife. Jimmy's hand was certainly in her dress, cupping and toying with her naked ass, while Ned was busily enjoying moving his hand up and down her naked thigh. Di's feet were apart and I thought I saw Ned's hand reach the front of her wet thong, but Di pushed the hand away as if to say 'off-limits!' I looked round the pub and saw everybody enjoying themselves and by now nobody seemed to be taking any notice of anybody else. It was nearly closing time and the last drinks were being heartily enjoyed, but I soon returned to watching my gorgeous wife on display. I think she was enjoying trying to control the men's hands because she didn't stop the erotic kissing with each man in turn, but her hands were gently keeping them at bay by grabbing a hand from the top of her thigh, or not letting another hand stray under the halter top to feel a hard nipple on a wonderful breast. When I thought it couldn't get any better, and my cock couldn't get any harder in my trousers, two of the teenage boys who had played snooker with Di the other evening, sidled up to the pool table. There were all sorts of movements from different people at this late hour, but one of the boys, probably the oldest, and certainly the biggest, tapped Di on the shoulder. It was obvious that they knew that this would probably be the last chance to get a kiss from my lovely wife before Christmas, and must have thought that 'it's now or never.' Di broke away from the two men, and gave the youth one of her wonderful smiles. I could see them speak a few words to one another and then....oh my God,....Di just turned to the young man and wrapped her arms around his neck. The other teen went to her other side and poor old Ned and Jimmy gently slinked away, knowing they had enjoyed their moments. Tony, the big youth, towered over Di but he certainly didn't waste his opportunity. His hand went straight behind her blonde hair and his other hand went onto her ass. He pulled her body into him, head to head, and her waist into his groin. Di was like a young teenager again, opening her mouth, her tongue snaking out to pleasure the youth, and she allowed him to gently turn her so that her ass was now leaning against the pool table. The second youth, well built and a little shorter than his friend but still taller than Di, was now also in front of Di and there was no doubt she was fully enjoying this change in age group. As she kissed Tony ferociously, she had four hands to contend with but, from where I was sitting, she didn't seem to find it a problem! Her own hands were running up and down Tony's chest, and he was only wearing a thin tee-shirt, and I could see her rubbing his chest and then.....wow......she slipped her fingers under the tee-shirt to caress his naked stomach more intimately. Jed, the other boy, had a hand on her shoulder, caressing gently, while his other hand had started to enjoy the material of Diana's dress. He ran his hand up and down the slit at the front, and then gently slid his hand between the slit and onto her thigh. The dress wasn't apart but I could see by the movement that he was playing with her naked thigh and then Di shuffled her feet apart just a few inches. Still, the dress looked decent but where was his hand? Tony came up for air at long last, Di was still smiling like a cat with cream, and she turned her mouth to Jed. They started to kiss like old lovers, her tongue exploring the new mouth, and then Tony added his hand under the dress and onto Di's thighs. Where would this go? Would she cry for help or fight them off? It seemed not. Her hand was still under Tony's tee-shirt as she let Jed almost eat her mouth, and she seemed in no hurry to stop the hands exploring under her dress. I could see the movement under the dress, little flashes of her stunning thighs and I knew the youths were up around her thong. Was she letting them feel her cunt? Could they feel the wetness that her body had no doubt generated? Suddenly, without warning, I saw her hand slip from under the tee-shirt and come to rest on the front of Tony's jeans. Di was feeling his cock in his jeans. Not only that, but she was really running her hand up and down its full, hard length. I could see the speed of the hands up her dress increase, the material fell apart, and now there was no doubt that Di had two young guys feeling her cunt. My hand went to my crotch automatically, feeling my heaving cock trying to escape, but then I remembered myself and tried to compose myself. I took a swig of beer and almost poured it over myself, I was so excited. What should I do? Should I intervene? Should I sit back and just let it happen? It didn't seem as though she was in danger, she wasn't fighting them off...quite the reverse actually........and I had to admit that the sight was one I would be thinking about for many nights to come. Di necking with two teenagers, and they had their hands playing with her cunt under her dress, and she was actually fondling the youthful cock of one of them. This was a fantasy beyond my wildest dreams and I was just glued to my chair wondering how it would all end. It ended just as suddenly as it had started! I could see Di break away from another scintillating kiss, smile and say a few words to the boys, and then she was obviously saying goodnight, and making her way back to me. She was almost running by the time she reached me, a big grin across her face again. She knew what she had done to me. 'Happy Christmas, big boy! Now take me home...now.....quickly! You know what I need now, don't you?' I think I did......and I think I needed it as well!! I left my drink and we put our coats on. As we moved towards the door, nearly all the pub shouted out, 'Merry Christmas, Diana,' and we both laughed as we knew she had been a big hit that Christmas Eve. We scuttled along the seafront in the cold night air, but Di suddenly stopped in the shadows and grabbed my cock, kissing me passionately and really pulling at my trousers, trying to pull my cock off almost. 'Are you pleased with your little wifey, then, big boy? Did you enjoy the show...silly question, really isn't it? I expect you want to show your appreciation when we get home with this, don't you?' and she grabbed my cock again, running down to squeeze my balls which were full of pent up liquid all ready to fire into her awesome body. I just laughed, but she knew what effect the night had had on me. Again I didn't say anything, but I didn't have to. If she was going to act like this for me when the opportunity arose, then she would probably bring every fantasy I ever had to fruition. I had to stay calm, but I was thinking that all my Christmas presents were coming at once. Only time would tell whether they would or not! We made love and fucked nearly all night, and then we had a wonderful Christmas Day all on our own. It was a beautiful day, and the evening at the pub wasn't mentioned once. Then, 48 hours later, I took Di to Heathrow for her flight to Dallas, and I was on my own for 2 weeks. I just ran that evening over in my mind every night, bringing myself to orgasm at the thoughts of what had happened.......and what might happen in the weeks, months and years to come! I was optimistic but I would never push Diana or do anything that might ruin our relationship.......but, by God, I hoped that they might! We would have to see when she came back!!!!