6
Farewells
This is the sixth 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 25 years old now and has been married for an eventful 4 years. After several sexual adventures, Pru has renewed her commitment to be the "good girl" and wife to Sean that she wants him to see her to be. As he prepares to leave the military and they return to civilian life and their hometown, Pru sees this as her chance to leave those adventures and behaviors behind. If only they'll let her...
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After her late-night romp with Sean's old college buddy, Barry (
Ch. 05 Thought That Was Out of Her System
), Pru was determined to finally get herself back in control and live a normal, unadventurous sex life with her husband. If she'd talked to Sean, she would have learned that he was way past being ready for sexual adventure. But she felt stuck behind her mom's training to project the "good girl" image and only offer the least intimacy possible. That "training" and the lies she had built up to protect the image were like a wall between her, Sean, and moving on together. His leaving the military and their move home would give them just the break they needed to reset and put leave it all in the past.
During Pru's one-time episode with Buck (
Ch. 03 Interventions
), Sean's squadron mate, Mike, had to rescue her from the unconsolable and repentant Buck and then helped himself to her - thoroughly. After that night, Mike decided to come back for more, "waylaying" her in the club from time to time and even helping himself to Pru at her home when he knew Sean would be in the field for a week or more. She felt helpless to do anything about it, fearing Mike would tell Sean everything he knew about Pru's dalliances with Chris and Buck.
The club ambushes were riskier than when Mike came to the house, because there were so many more chances he could get caught in the act. Whenever Pru left the dance floor alone to visit the ladies' room, she tried to be on her guard as she walked back through the shadows of the back hallway. Regardless of how many of her friends were in the club, if his married-girlfriend, Mamie, wasn't there, Mike could be lurking inside any of the several doors to each side of the hallway, some of which led to unoccupied and dark party rooms.
He'd call her quietly as she walked by, "Come on, now, Pru. You know you're going to, babe." Following the pattern that became their routine, each time, she stopped, looked down, and sighed. Realizing he'd either make a scene at the club or spill the beans to Sean, she reluctantly walked through the door, barely able to recognize him in the dark. Mike closed and locked the door, then took a seat on an armless chair, beckoning her to him with a wave of both hands. She stepped within reach, and he ran his hands under her skirt and up her firm thighs, then pulled her panties to her ankles. After massaging her ass, he reached between her legs and caressed her mound, while pulling her face down to his for a deep, tongue probing kiss.
She learned by their third such public tryst that Mike liked her to take action without being told. When she did that, it felt more like lovemaking than violation, even to her. From then on, while they kissed and he worked his fingers deeper between her pussy lips, Pru unzipped and opened his pants, pulling out his already raging erection. By the time she knelt to take the head into her mouth, her anger would already be easing, keeping pace with her gradually wetting pussy and her hand's rhythm on his rock-hard shaft.
Arrogant, blackmailing bastard or not, the boy had some skills and didn't taste bad at all, as much as she hated the idea. She took some consolation from that thought since she saw no obvious end to these visits that wouldn't lead to divorce court. After enough of those surprises, even when Mike wasn't there, Pru caught herself slowing to look through a dark doorway in anticipation, only to shake her head and wonder what the hell she was thinking.
Some nights, they'd be done when she'd swallowed his load and licked his cock dry. Other nights, he'd lay her on a table afterward and lick her pussy until he was hard again. Then he fucked her fast and hard, daring the world to catch him owning her body but wanting to cum in the blonde beauty again before they did. Each time, after returning to the bar, Mike sat at a raised table with his pal, Trip, and some other guys from the squadron, and he watched Pru dance with her girlfriends and some random young pilots as if nothing had happened. After a of month of this, he stopped whispering to his buddies about the night's conquest, keeping it all to himself while he watched her shaking her sexy ass.
When Sean was away on assignment, Mike would know, of course, since they were in the same squadron. On those nights, Pru eventually learned to just leave the front door unlocked. If he wasn't shacked up with Mamie for the night, Mike would show up by 9pm if he was coming, late enough to be dark and early enough for action. He'd let himself in and sit on the couch where Pru would be laying, watching TV. He'd usually say something suave like, "Ready, babe?"
If she was in the mood to please him, she'd already be wearing only her see-through white robe and white bikini panties. Although she didn't like to admit it to herself, on those nights she was