Ch 07 New Beginning Familiar End

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.'"

He made an exaggeratedly serious face, pondering his next words, then placed his hand on her bare thigh, fingertips just under the hem of her dress. He said, "Tell you what, if you already know what I want, we could skip lunch. Maybe you'd like to see my, uh... office?"

She nodded, "I definitely know what I like." Her blues eyes stayed locked on his when she pointed over her right shoulder, "The blueish one. But who am I to say what

you

want?"

Pru smoothed her hemline down, pushing Mike's hand toward her knee as she did. A waitress stopped by, and Mike said, still looking into Pru's eyes, "I think we're just going to have margaritas for lunch today, Miss. Two large, frozen, please, and the check."

Thirty minutes later, Mike had his hand on Pru's thigh again, massaging it gently, after they had each finished a fishbowl sized drink, and Mike had bought Pru's favorite painting for Meg. Standing to leave, Pru hugged him, again deliberately pressing her breasts against him, saying, "This is your congratulations for now being an art buyer and taking care of your wife," giving him another friendly kiss on the lips. As she did, Pru felt Mike's tongue brush her lips lightly. She took a sharp breath, and he led her by the hand to the parking.

Outside, Mike opened his truck's passenger door for her, admiring her ass as it rose almost to eye level as she climbed in. Once she was buckled, he leaned over her, presumably to double-check the buckle, but really to run his hand up the other thigh. He turned his face to her, and she gave him another peck on the lips. He raised an eyebrow, smiled, gave her another peck, then pulled back only a few inches. Seeing her eyes closed and lips slightly parted, he leaned in again, this time both of them flicking their tongues together briefly.

Mike trotted around the truck and pulled away quickly. Pru turned sideways in her seat, watching Mike drive and also seeing an erection straining his pants. She thought, "What am I doing? But he is gorgeous!"

With her turned in her seat, Mike was able to not only stroke her mostly bare leg, but he could also see far under her hiked-up dress. Pru met his gaze each time he glanced between her legs before he turned his eyes back to the road. After several more of these, she pursed her lips, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath. Eyes still shut, Pru pulled her dress up a bit, reached under and slid off her panties.

Mike's eyes were wide as he stared at Pru's hands as she folded the small, black panties. The truck jerked when he bumped a curb, and he straightened up and drove faster. Two blocks later they zoomed into a driveway of a newly built house, all but skidding to a stop. He plucked her panties from her hand, stuffed them into his pants pocket and said, "Come with me. I'll give you the special tour."

They held hands nervously as they walked into the house. Mike stopped to lock the door and said, "This is one of our furnished sales models. For now, I also have an office upstairs, which is much nicer than the trailer I usually have. Come on, I'll show you."

Still holding hands, Mike led Pru upstairs. Her head was down, and her heart was beating rapidly. At the top of the stairs, he pulled her closer, wrapped an arm around her waist and walked with her into a room at the end of the hall. His office was a bedroom, temporarily outfitted with a desk, a small table and chairs, and a couch. The desk was stacked with blueprints and invoices, as was the table. The windows were uncovered and filling the room with light.

Mike closed and locked the door behind them. He pulled her by both hands, wrapping her arms behind his back, pulling her more closely to him. He reached around to hold her ass and pulled her to him. "Finally!" he gushed, then kissed her hard, his tongue exploring every part of her mouth he could reach. She pressed her now warming mons against his growing cock and forced her tongue into his mouth with the same vigor.

Remembering he had her panties in his pocket, Mike pulled Pru's dress above her bare buttocks, running one hand into the crevice and reaching up to massage her tits with the other. The more firmly he explored her body, the harder she kissed him, willing him along. He pulled her dress up and over her head, throwing it on the floor behind his desk and bending down to suck her nipples. Pru ran her fingers through his hair as he went from nipple to nipple, pressing his face more firmly into her breast.

Mike stood with a crafty grin, then led her to the other side of his desk and motioned for her to sit in his chair. Then he stood against the desk and dropped his pants, his erect cock now standing proudly in front of her face. She turned her head at an angle, then asked, "So, I presume Meg's sucked this already this morning?"

One hand at the base of his shaft, the other now behind Pru's head pulling her mouth to his cock, he answered, "It's not like that's an everyday thing, you know. Sometimes that's just talk."

She licked the head then opened her mouth to suck it lightly, then pulled her face back and asked, "Is that a yes or a no?"

Mike pulled her head, thrusting his cock deeper into Pru's mouth as he moaned, "It was definitely yes this morning. And it is definitely yes for you right now! God that's good!"

Pru let him guide her and set the pace for her blowjob as she bobbed her mouth up and down his shaft, slurping as she did. Mike leaned back to get a better view and watch his cock disappearing into her soft mouth. It didn't take long, and his hands tightened their grip in her blonde hair, shoving his cock deeper as it began to pulse and fill her mouth with hot cum. He was happily surprised as she gulped it all down, lapping up stray droplets from his shaft and head.

Still sitting between his knees, Pru let Mike's softening cock drop from her gooey mouth and fondled his balls. She asked innocently, "Did you like that, Mr. Boss?"

He massaged both breasts, answering, "God yes! What a mouth!"

She stood, and Mike kissed her, tasting his own cum. Pru's eyes narrowed as she squeezed his balls, "Now it's my turn to be the boss. Let's see what this job's worth to you."

She pulled him away from the desk by his balls and took his place leaning against the desk. Mike tore off his boots, pants, and shirt and took a seat. Pru hiked herself up to sit on the edge of the desk, and he spread her knees apart, placing her feet behind him on the chair. Leaning back and propped up on one arm, she guided his face to her pussy with the other hand, and he plunged his tongue deeply between the lips and licked the walls of her pussy.

"Oh, good boy," she moaned, as he shifted up to clamp her clit between his lips and feather it with his tongue. Pru laid back on the desk, resting her legs on Mike's shoulders as an orgasm began to glimmer. Still licking her pussy, he slid a thumb inside, and reached down to bury his middle fingertip just inside her anus, both keeping time with his tongue's rhythm.

That pushed her over the edge. Pru clamped her thighs around Mike's head as her orgasm erupted, flooding his face as he slurped her pussy hungrily. While he kept licking, her orgasm came in waves, her body jumping and her ass bucking. She held his head still with her hands and gasped, "Wait, wait... I... need a second... to breathe. Holy shit!"

He stood, raising her legs, which still rested on his shoulders. Pinching her nipples with a smile, he asked, "So, how was that boss lady? Do I get the job?"

Her only answer was to groan, "Mmmmmm." Mike leaned forward, his erect-again cock pressing against her hypersensitive clit as he raised an eyebrow. Pru gasped, her eyes popping open and her thighs clamping his waist, "Yes..."

He kissed her passionately as his head teased her inner lips without penetrating. He pulled her to her feet, still exploring her mouth with his tongue, then said, "Follow me." Leading her around the desk, he sat on the couch and pulled her to straddle him, her pussy hovering just above his throbbing cock. He wrapped his arms around her, kissing her as he pulled her down, his aching shaft burying itself inside her hot, wet vagina.

She laid her head on his shoulder, biting his neck as she moaned, "Ah, there he is. Yes! Put it all the way in!"

Pru arched her back as Mike gripped her waist, pulling her down and thrusting his hips up, slamming the head of his cock into her cervix and grunting with each thrust, "Uhhh, uhhh. There! Is that what you want?!"

Pru began rocking her hips as Mike picked up his pace. She yelled, "Yes! That's it! Fuck me! Fill me up!"

They kissed furiously, fucking like long parted lovers making up for lost time. Mike rolled her to the side, laid her back and fucked her harder, the sounds of their bodies slapping together and her wet pussy splashing as loud as their panting. They came together, both struggling to stay in control as their orgasms peaked, and Mike's cum exploded into Pru's desperately waiting pussy.

He collapsed on top of her, with his softening cock still inside her, their combined juices draining down the crevice of her ass and his balls. She took a deep breath, and they made eye contact, both bursting into laughter, relieved to have finally taken this step. She wriggled up, his cock slipping out, and she said, "One more thing to finish our little job interview."

She pushed him back, then knelt between his knees and held his tired cock in one hand, licking every wetted inch. She sucked it into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it, careful to not miss a drop. Then she held his cock up while lifting his balls and sucking them dry too. He was in ecstasy and didn't say a word, just closed his eyes and rested his hands on her head until she finished.