7
New Beginning, Familiar Finish
This is the seventh 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 and married four years when this chapter begins. She and her husband, Sean, have left military life, moving home to start his civilian career. Pru went out with a bang - or several bangs - in leaving behind her sexual adventurism in "Ch. 06 Farewells." She saw this move as her chance to embrace maturity and normalcy and renew her commitment to being a "good girl" and wife. It worked for a few years, before old habits crept back in, as they so often do.
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Pru and Sean were back in their hometown. He jumped into his new career, and she settled into suburban wifedom, eager to leave some of her last four years behind her and go forward projecting the June Cleaver, wholesome-wife image that her mother had raised her to project.
Over the next several years, their relationship and sex life muddled along. There were occasional flare ups when Sean would bring up something about Chris or Barry, things that still nagged at him in the back of his mind, things he wanted Pru to "come clean" about to give him peace. Those conversations became more intense in their first year back home, after Sean found a love letter from Chris in the trash can. Even then the conversation ended in a loud argument, Pru furiously saying, "I can't believe it's this again! We were friends! I thought we were adult enough to have our own friends. When are you going to just trust me when I tell you that nothing happened?!"
Sean's final statement was always, "When are you just going to admit what I already know? Just say it!"
Those heated arguments aside, Pru considered her break from the past a success. She hadn't had any "relapses," and her sex-life with Sean must have been doing something right, because they managed to have two daughters over the next three years, both undeniably Sean's.
After her youngest daughter was born, Pru met some neighborhood moms with similar aged kids. It didn't take long for them to organize group play dates, giving the youngsters and their moms an instant friend group. Pru hit it off with one mom in particular, Meg, and the two quickly became best friends. That friendship naturally expanded to include their husbands, and the two families became close.
After their first dinner together at Pru and Sean's house, Sean mentioned to Pru, "Man, Mike sure looks like Tom Selleck, doesn't he? And Meg, I like her, but...well, she's got a nice ass on her, but she's not the super model you'd expect Tom Selleck to be married to, is she?"
Pru thought about it and answered, "Oh, I guess I see that, but I think Meg's cuter than you make her sound." Sean shrugged and forgot about it.
Truthfully, Pru and Meg had already had the conversation about Mike's looks. He was 5'11", fit like a runner, and tanned from his job as a construction supervisor. To round out the look, he did have Tom Selleck's mustache and blue eyes. Pru warned her friend to watch out for the other moms who couldn't take their eyes off him when he was around. Meg, on the other hand, was almost petite at 5'3." She was moderately curved for her size, with breasts between B and C cups, and a firm, round ass. She had mousy hair and pale, white skin, and often wore thick glasses instead of contact lenses, giving her an old maid look. And Meg knew it. More importantly, she knew that she didn't look like the woman who would be Mike's eye-candy. That wasn't what kept him at home, and she knew very well how to use what did.
Sean came home after one of Pru and Meg's afternoons together, and she gushed, "You won't believe what Meg told me today. Just to make sure he doesn't lose interest or look around, she meets him at the back door some mornings when he's on his way to work and gives him a blow job right there in the kitchen! Can you believe it?!"
He shrugged and sighed, "Must be nice. Good for Mike, anyway. I hope she swallows! Is this something you'd like to experiment with by any chance?"
"Yeah, yeah. I knew I shouldn't have told that story," and Pru went back to cooking dinner.
The next several years found the two families spending more and more time together over dinner and wine, sometimes just wine, and the occasional joint family vacation. In time, they were good enough friends that it wasn't unusual for the foursome to talk about sex, Sean and Mike frequently joking about threesomes and swapping. Pru and Meg typically rolled their eyes, but if they'd had enough to drink, they'd giggle about teaming up on "Tom Selleck."
After one such dinner at Pru and Sean's, Meg and Mike loaded their sleeping kids into their car for the short ride home. Meg hugged Sean and Pru, and Sean and Mike shook hands and did the "manly" half-hug. Mike smiled as he hugged Pru a little more tightly than usual. They'd all been friends long enough that she didn't think a thing of it when he gave her a quick peck on the lips. Still smiling, he said "Tom Selleck's ready when you are, Pru."
Pru blushed and laughed. She and Sean went in the house as Mike and Meg drove away, no one mentioning the kiss. From then on, though, whenever greeting each other or saying goodbye, Pru and Mike kissed on the lips.
Months went by with the same routine, including the frequent conversations about sex, and Pru and Mike friend-kissing. After dinner one night, the four parents sat on chairs on the driveway, drinking beer, joking around, and watching the kids ride bikes around the cul-de-sac. Mike's middle son rode up and listened while the two dads compared notes about the hottest moms in the play group. Wanting to join in with the big guys, the five-year-old said, "My dad says Miss Pru has nice racks!"
Meg's eyes went wide, as Mike pushed the boy away, laughing, "Hey now, that's not exactly what I said."
Cupping her braless breasts through her T-shirt, Pru mocked confusion, "What? These little things?"
Meg grabbed her own and pointed out, "They're bigger than mine are, bitch!"
Sean and Mike smiled at each other while the wives joked around. Pru's eyes narrowed as she glanced at Mike with a smile of her own. Hours and beers later, as Mike and Meg were leaving, Pru walked up to give him their traditional peck, while Sean was walking from the dark dining room into the kitchen. When Mike leaned in for his peck, Sean was in the exact right place to see Pru's lips part slightly and her tongue dart out, brushing Mike's lips. Mike smiled, saying quietly, "Ohhh," and he licked her lips in return. The two stepped quickly outside without seeing Sean standing in the shadows. Although Sean didn't mention it to Pru, he added it to the list of suspicions that still nagged at him from years before - suspicions with names like Chris, Buck, Barry, and now Mike.
A week later, Pru told Sean over dinner, "Mike called me today. He thinks their decorating could use something, and, for her birthday, he wants to buy Meg some original painting he found in town near where he's building houses. He asked me to meet him for lunch tomorrow at the restaurant where, apparently, all the art is for sale."
"Ok," Sean said, unsmiling and serious. "Why you? What makes you an art afficionado?"
She shrugged, "Hey, I may not know art, but I know what Meg likes and what would look good with their stuff."
He smirked, "Yeah, I bet that's what he wants from you, that and your 'nice racks,' to quote his son. Out of the mouths of babes..."
"Really, that comment from a little kid is still bothering you?" she asked irritably. "They're some of our closest friends, and he's asking for my help. I'm going, and I don't want to hear anything more about it." That ended all conversation for the night.
The next day, Pru put on a summer weight dress that showed off her well-tanned décolletage at the top and was cut above the knee, also showing off her fit, tanned legs. The dress had built in support, so she didn't need a bra, which accentuated the natural curves to her breasts underneath. On an impulse, she slipped on a pair of black lace panties. She smoothed down her dress and turned to look in the mirror to confirm the dress still hugged her ass nicely. Driving into town, she was still irritated with Sean's paranoia and didn't pay much attention to the slight wetness between her legs at the thought of their handsome friend admiring her boobs.
Mike was waiting in the restaurant parking lot when Pru pulled up and parked next to his truck. He opened her car door, extending his hand to help her out and pulling her close for a warm hug, pressing her braless breasts against his chest. They smiled at each other and gave each other their usual friendly kiss while he deliberately rubbed her breasts across himself. Seeing not reaction, Mike grinned and slid a hand down to cup her ass. Pru cocked her head to look him at his face and squinted her eyes but didn't pull away immediately as he gently squeezed her left ass cheek. After too many seconds, she backed away, whispering in mock disapproval, "Behave yourself, Romeo. I know your wife!"
Pru took his hand and led him into the restaurant. He followed her grinning and watching her fine, full ass as she walked. After they were seated, Mike pointed out several paintings around the room that he was considering for Meg's birthday present. Each time, as she turned to look where he pointed, he took his time looking her up and down, from her hemline that was baring her beautiful legs, to that nice rack of hers and her now obviously hard nipples poking through the thin dress. He asked her, "So, see something you like?"
Pru blushed and giggled, "I was going to ask you the same thing, 'Tom Selleck.'"
