3.5
So Many
As the chapter number suggests, this fits between the third and fourth of "The Pru Chronicles."
Although much of the story is embellished, some more liberally than others, there is an element of truth woven throughout. Only one of the Chronicles is fully fiction, and one other is based on very real conversations that were leading to the events described but stopped short. Otherwise, yeah, some of this is true...
Pru is a beautiful, vivacious, blue-eyed, blonde with the athletic body of a dancer. She is 23 years old and has been married for just over a year. This story continues after Pru's extramarital adventures led her to more than just sex. Sean finally came home at the end of "Interventions," and she thought it might be time to go back to normal married life "before" things got out of control. Like so many choices, that was easier to wish than to do, and she and Mimi had more to do before Pru could get there.
Besides, now that the seal was broken on extramarital adventure, there was much more to do and to be done by.
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Pru and Sean had been married just over a year and had settled into a familiar routine of happy hour at the Officers Club on Friday nights for beer, boisterous talk with Air Force pals, and the occasional spin on the dance floor. Saturday nights were similar, but usually with many of the same group meeting in town at one or two of the most popular watering holes for more of the same. It wasn't high society, but it could have been worse.
Although he was home again after a months-long assignment out of the country, Sean's job still required him to be gone every other week, deployed somewhere without a way to call home. That left Pru home alone and lonely. Her friend, another officer's wife named Mimi, had already been partying with her and men they met at various clubs, and Pru saw no harm in keeping busy that way.
On Pru and Mimi's next night at the Officers' Club, they danced the first song together, and were quickly joined at their table by two young pilots who were eager to buy them drinks and dance with them. Pru danced a few songs with the first pilot who asked, then retreated to the table to have a drink until another asked, and so on. Each next young man watched to see how far the last had gotten and made sure to be just a little more aggressive after having watched his buddies becoming successively bolder with their hands on her body.
After that night, as soon as Pru and Mimi arrived they'd be invited to join the pilots they'd met the previous night or those pilots' friends, usually guys who had flown in for a few days of flying and would soon be leaving. Without a lot of time, the horny young men didn't waste much time getting friendlier on the dance floor, with dancing often progressing into dirty dancing, light touches, and occasional quick kisses.
Their third night there, Pru watched Mimi aggressively making out with her dance partner on the dance floor. When the lights came on, Mimi reluctantly left her make-out partner and rode home with Pru, who asked her friend, "That was fast, did you know him?"
Mimi giggled, "Not as well as I intend to, so you better drive yourself tomorrow night!"
"You're so bad!" Pru laughed.
The next night, Mimi's previous pilot wasn't there, but one of his friends was a handsome and eager stand-in. They began making out much sooner than she had the night before. An hour before closing time, Mimi walked off the dance floor and whispered to Pru, "Don't wait up!"
After several nights of this, Pru had become more comfortable with both the naughty environment and the realization that Mimi was now regularly bedding her night's dance partner. Pru tried to ignore the young men's advances and let them have their fun while she danced and enjoyed the moment. After a few songs of subtle touching, one pilot let his hands linger on Pru's hips while searching her eyes for disapproval. Loving the attention, she only smiled and didn't discourage him. Seeing that, his hands slipped down to her ass, and when that didn't provoke a reaction, he pulled her close for some even dirtier dancing. Feeling Pru grind back, the contact became more intimate still, with Pru's new dance partner rubbing a growing erection against her mons.
Not being one to let someone else win, Pru simply rotated her hips and grinded right back, smiling up at him to let him know she wouldn't be intimidated or beaten. Interpreting her wide smile as permission, he leaned in and kissed her tentatively. She froze but didn't pull away, not knowing how to handle the situation without making a scene. That was all the encouragement he needed as he plunged his tongue deep into her mouth, pulling her tight against him by her ass.
Pru had had just enough to drink to delay her reaction, both mental and physical. Loving the firm grip he had on her ass and the pressure of his growing cock against her pussy, Pru couldn't help pressing her pelvis more firmly as she opened her mouth and slipped her tongue into his, lost for the moment in the excitement. The music switched to a slow song, so they stayed in their embrace and kissed more passionately. A few minutes later, she heard Mimi in her ear as she was making out with a pilot of her own, "Looks like you two are going to need a room tonight too."
Embarrassed, Pru led him from the dance floor by the hand, heading to the darker hallway to the bathrooms behind the bar. As they strolled past the table where their friends sat, the guys smiled knowingly at her suitor. Once they rounded the corner and were out of sight, Pru turned and pulled him close, her hands pulling him by his neck as her open mouth reached for his. He wasted no time, kissing her forcefully as he slipped one hand inside the front of her jeans. His fingertips massaged her clit and tried to reach deeper, but the tight pants stopped him.
Feeling him trying more vigorously, Pru laughed and led him by the hand again, this time pushing through the back door and whispering, "Maybe we should take this someplace a little less public and turn the heat down."
Two minutes later they were in the backseat of her car, kissing again as the young pilot anxiously unfastened her jeans. Once he had them open, he slipped his hand again into her panties and combed his fingers through her thin, blonde bush. When he grazed past her clit to dip his middle fingertip inside her wet pussy, she felt a slight panic. Not wanting him to think she had simply been teasing, she kept kissing and let him play. After a few minutes more, she couldn't ignore her growing arousal and moaned as he stroked his finger in and out her. Pru soon found herself slowly gyrating her hips and kissed him more deeply, unable to resist her body's desires.
He placed one of her hands firmly over the tent his aching cock had formed at his crotch. Thrilled by how obviously aroused he was, Pru rubbed the bulge several times and squeezed it gently. He reached under her hand and raised the bottom zipper on his flight suit, freeing his growing member for her to stroke more thoroughly. As she worked his shaft, he backed away on the seat, pulling her toward him and laying her on her back. He stopped fingering her and raised up, interrupting their kissing while he inched her pants down with both hands.
Pru lifted her hips to help as her tight jeans inched slowly downward, then panicked again, deciding suddenly, if not belatedly, that things were getting out of hand. She quickly reached down and gripped his cock and took the lead with a passionate kiss. She sat up, pushing him into a seated position against the other side of the car and said, "We can't do more here. We might get caught. But I have something else for you."
He watched as she crouched between his knees and opened his flight suit for better access to his cock and balls. She kissed him again, then dropped lower with a smile and took the head and half of his cock into her mouth while slowly stroking the shaft. He shifted himself and spread his legs further apart, then ran both hands through her hair, moaning, "That's nice. Wrap that beautiful mouth around my cock!"
