Ch. 03.1 Interventions - Chris Side

3.1

Interventions - Chris's Side

This is "the other" perspective on the third 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...

Chris is a young Air Force fighter pilot who has pursued and attained his dream girl, Pru, a beautiful, vivacious, blue-eyed, blonde with the athletic body of a dancer, and someone else's wife. She's 23 years old and has been married to Sean for just over a year. He was captivated when he first saw her, and judging by her response to his first pass, she was as well. Having finally made her his, in Chapter 2.5, "No Just a Little Less - Chris's Side," Chris wanted more. He wanted to stretch her every boundary and beautiful body part in the few months that he had until her husband returned home. Who knows, maybe he'd find a way to keep her if he played it right, and the ride would be more than worth the effort.

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Chris couldn't understand what Sean's problem was. How could he have let such a sexy woman be so unfulfilled? Whatever the answer, he was more than happy to have come along to fill the void, and hers, as often as he could. It may have taken him almost a month to "get inside," but once he'd finally staked his claim deep inside her beautiful, blonde love canal, (Chapter 2.5, "No Just a Little Less - Chris's Side") she wanted it just as much and often as he wanted to give it to her, and he knew it.

He also knew she wanted to keep things quiet, so they went out of their way to be discreet, at first anyway.

They stuck to their previous routine, going to the club pool from time to time, Friday night happy hours, and Saturday night dancing, all with the big group of Pru's and Sean's friends. But they'd leave a little early and race to Chris's apartment to finish the night fucking and sucking until they collapsed, only to do it again the next day. Some days they'd skip the socializing, and Chris would walk to Pru's house after dark, where they'd also fuck and suck until they collapsed with the lights turned down to discourage visitors.

It was glorious, and he couldn't get enough of her.

He also didn't care at all if everyone knew about them. She was his now, and he couldn't be happier. With a few subtle changes, it didn't take him long to lead her to being less careful in their zeal to be all over each other as much as possible. He started with lingering a little longer in hugs, then let hands wander a little further down her back and ass while dancing or standing in the bar, and progressively holding her closer, pressing their midsections together more and more while dancing. As he'd hoped, their friends couldn't help noticing that they paid more attention to each other than anyone else, and they also noticed the barely hidden over-intimacy. Sean's buddy, Buck, was one of those friends who noticed.

Chris's plan was working better than he'd hope, so he was able to coax Pru into taking other careless chances too. More and more often, she even initiated them.

After one particularly successful day of flying, Chris just had to share his excitement with Pru, taking her down the hall to an empty party room at the club house before happy hour to tell her the story. As he looked into her blue eyes while telling his story, his cock began to bulge through this flight suit as usual when they were close. Pru kept looking intently into his eyes as he told his story, nodding with an exaggeratedly serious and interested expression, as she slowly went to her knees, pulling his flight suit sipper up to his waist. Still listening and looking into his eyes, she fished out his erect cock and began sucking.

He kept telling his story, more slowly and in halting phrases, while also stroking her hair as she licked and sucked him. When he came, his story telling was over, and he only focused on her efforts to swallow, and the smile on her face as she did. She polished the head of his cock briefly with her tongue, then rezipped his flight suit. They stepped into the hallway as Pru circled her tongue around her lips to collect the last drops of Chris's cum, swallowed, and smoothed her skirt down her thighs where it had ridden up.

At the opposite end of the dark hall, Buck was also just walking out of the men's room. He nodded a solemn greeting as they walked up to him. Pru took both men's arms and walked into the bar with them like nothing had happened, and Buck didn't say a word. The two men made eye contact, and Chris shrugged with a smile. Buck stared, stone-faced but dropped it.

The next night, after closing the bar, Chris noticed that theirs were the last two cars in the dark parking lot. Ordinarily, they'd have a quick kiss before leaving, but he was hot and ready for more. After looking around, Chris reached up her skirt, slid Pru's panties off, and stuffed them into his back pocket, while she hurriedly unzipped his jeans. He lifted her, pressing her bare ass against the car as she wrapped her legs around him, guiding his cock into her already wet pussy with her hand. Since they were in such a public setting, he fucked her quickly, stopping after he came in her and Pru melted into a light orgasm.

"You're so bad," she giggled, her legs still around his waist and his cock still inside.

He smirked, kissed her, then said, "Not too bad, judging from your reaction, lady in red." He also thought, I knew I could get her to do that. I wonder what's next? When we get to my place in a few, we'll have to find out. I think a blowjob outside at the front door will be a nice start. She dropped her legs, bent down and slurped his cock in a single swipe, then they got in their cars and drove away.

Buck sat in his truck two lots down watching and fuming. He didn't know what bothered him more, the fact that Pru was doing this with anyone behind Sean's back, or that it was with anyone but Buck. But no, he couldn't do that to Sean. He thought, "And that's not what good girls do, so it doesn't make since that Pru would be doing it, beautiful, blonde, good girl that she is, with such great legs. And that ass... holy shit. No. No. Not thinking that."

He'd have been even more bothered had he known what Chris would do to Pru for much of the night, while Buck struggled with what to do about his own raging hard on.

The weeks went by in a blur like this. Pru and Chris fucked and sucked their way through several weeks, and like he had already, he continued pressing his luck with more intimacy around their friends, establishing that they were now a couple, and she was now all his. He was also making her more and more comfortable with never refusing anything he asked, and, instead, accepting that she belonged to him.

He was then sent across the country for a week of temporary duty, which would cause an unwanted break in their crazy adventure, but maybe it would give him some time to better strategize the long-term win. While flying in Utah, Chris reconnected with an old girlfriend, Kate, who he had dated when he was in pilot training there. Why not? It was Pru who was married, not Chris, although maybe that would change someday if things went as planned.

When Kate arrived at the bar the first night, Chris was immediately struck by her resemblance to Pru. Both were blonde and blue eyed, and Kate was in decent shape. But she was no Pru. Still, the girl did have skills.

He had worked his magic on her two years before, and the "training" was still evident. She was ready to suck and fuck him on demand, pretty much wherever they were, and he took advantage that willingness every night. He also imagined it was Pru every night, the thought of whom enhanced his orgasms every time and firmed his resolve to keep Pru for his own permanently.

In the time he had with Kate, though, he outdid even himself in his ability to manipulate a horny young woman who had already shown a tasted for his brown tool. Knowing he was heading back to Pru's bed at the end of the week, he figured he had nothing to lose. He didn't hesitate to run his hands up her thighs and under her skirt to cup her ass while dancing in full view of other dancers and people in the bar. Although embarrassed with the public display, Kate went with it and immersed herself in the attention. At their table, he'd casually reach between her thighs and stroke her moist labia with his middle finger, while she brushed her skirt down to block anyone's direct view.

When they left the club each night, they'd make out for a few minutes in her car in the parking lot, most times leading to blowjob before hurrying to the visiting officers' quarters where they'd hustle inside, clothes already in disarray. He'd pin her to his door as he unlocked it, kissing her passionately and using his free hand to slide her panties down. After opening the door, they'd stumble into the room still kissing, and he'd throw her on the bed, crouching between her thighs and licking her pussy, outside and in, slowly and deliberately. Often leaving the door wide open, they'd hear couples who were wandering down the hall to a room of their own, many cheering them on. If one of the other couples hadn't already closed his door, Chris kicked it closed when he threw off his flight suit and climbed onto her, fucking her fast and hard like a man possessed.

For him, every night was an opportunity to pretend he was exploring Pru. He became more aggressive as the week went on partly just to see how far he could push Kate, but also, less intentionally, in frustration that she wasn't Pru, who he was starting to realize was becoming more than just a hot and willing piece of ass - which she still was! His experiences with Kate also gave him ideas for new boundaries to stretch with Pru.

For Kate, she took every bit of Chris's crazy aggressiveness as pent up desire from their time apart, and she was willing to let him do whatever he wanted to her, wherever he wanted it. She realized this was her second and probably last chance to snare this guy and his awesome cock, and she wasn't going blow the opportunity, even if she was going to blow him as much as she could.

His short assignment over, Chris and Kate said their goodbyes with one last fuck in the car in the squadron parking lot, with several of his buddies watching from inside. When he walked into the ready room, his boss, who had seen Chris in the club at home many times with Pru, grinned and said, "I guess the old saying's true for you, bud, 'one in every port,' huh?"

Chris shrugged and grinned back, already trying to suppress the erection that was forming as he thought about what he was going to do with Pru back at the home port!

After landing in the late afternoon, his first stop was at Pru's. Unfortunately for their sexcapades, her best friend from home, Lisa, had just a week into a two-week visit. So the lovers had a short, platonic visit that afternoon, after which Chris stopped at the club for a couple of beers with the guys. He'd have to be strategic to find the opportunities to make up for the lost week with Pru while Lisa was still in town.

At the club, one Sean's squadron mates, Mike, sauntered over to Chris at the bar and said, "Welcome back, dude."

Lost in thought about Pru, Chris nodded but didn't speak.

Mike continued, "I guess you might already know that your girlfriend's been a little busy while you were TDY?"

"Huh? Who?" Chris asked, disinterested.

"Yeah, yeah," Mike sneered, "everyone knows about you and 'your' little Mrs, or someone's anyway. But the insatiable little hottie finally got her chance with Buck. Mamie sent me down to take care of the aftermath, which I was very happy to do, you know. Don't know if that changes anything for you."

Chris looked blankly, thought for a moment, then said, "Whatever, man. She's her own woman and fucks whoever she wants."

Mike chuckled and clinked beer bottles with Chris, saying as he walked away, "Yes she does. To the victor go her tight little spoils, right?"

Although satisfied that he'd put some waves in the lovers' pond, Mike had left off the details about Pru having a bunch of the guys to her house for dinner one night, after which she and Buck finally got after it, first with her sucking his cock in the kitchen, then fucking like dogs in heat in her and Sean's bed. Soon after, Pru called her friend and Mike's married lover, Mamie, to ask for help with a distraught and repentant Buck. She sent Mike over, and he, always the gallant friend, calmed Buck down before sending him on his way. He then spent considerable time, thoroughly taking even more from an already well-fucked Pru as the price for his silence about Buck and Chris when Sean returned (details in the original Ch. 3 "Interventions"), cumming in every of her orifices possible. Again, he left those details out, and that she would always remember being sore everywhere the next morning.

Pru didn't mention anything about that night to Chris. He chose not to pursue it, also, since he was not interested in talking about his nights with Kate in Utah, even if he had been imagining it was Pru who he was dumping his cum into each time. What happens TDY, stays TDY, as they say. Or, as Pru thought it, No one's the wiser, no one is going to know, so none of it ever happened.

Chris was confident that although his lover may eventually end things with him when her husband returned, it wouldn't be quite yet. His challenge was to put his aching cock to its fullest use in her welcoming pussy, ass, and mouth in the time he had before Sean had a chance to intervene!

Pru had already been dragging Lisa into all the usual routine, from visits to the pool, to Friday night happy hours and Saturday night dancing. Along the way, Lisa was getting the attention of several fighter pilots and had already opted to select a different one for each night's festivities. Most nights, she didn't go home with Pru, but left with her pilot-stud du jour, showing up the next morning with messed up hair and a tired smile. She and Pru never talked about the "elephant in the room," preferring to keep those things private. And Lisa was a little embarrassed that her married, "proper" friend, Pru, knew that she was fucking so indiscriminately, even if her embarrassment could have been relieved if she'd known about Pru's long list of recent adventures.

Lisa becoming the pilot-slut worked out just fine for Pru and Chris. Each night as soon as Lisa was whisked away to fuck the next, Pru and Chris could make their get-away, whether to his place or hers, always careful to wait until the group had left and not draw any attention.

During their first drive from the club to Pru's house after his return from Utah, Chris freed his cock for Pru to stroke while she drove, and she'd already removed her panties to give him access to her pussy. By the time they'd pulled into the driveway, they were both all but out of control. They rushed out of the car, his cock barely constrained as he hid it behind his hand, and her skirt still bunched above her hips as she hurried around the car and up the walk, trying without much success to cover her pussy and ass.

At the front door, Chris pinned her against the outside of the front door, hidden from the street by an alcove and thick bushes. As he had many times and in as many places, he lifted her, pressing her bare ass against the door. She wrapped her legs around him, and he was ecstatic as he drove his long, brown cock deep into her welcoming pussy, her wispy, blonde bush framing his balls. His cock and he were home.

They came together quickly, if more shallowly than usual, but it was exactly what they needed to then settle down and get to the night's real and thorough reacquaintance sex. Pru sighed and said, "It's about time! I've missed that thing!" Noticing tears in the pilot's eyes, she asked, "Hey, what's wrong. Didn't that feel good for you?"

Chris laughed and wiped the tears away with the back of a hand as he gently lifted Pru from his cock. As he spoke, she quietly eased herself to her knees and began slurping their juices from his cock, obviously overjoyed to serve him and it again. While she cleaned his shaft and balls and tongued the tip of his cock, he said, "I guess I wasn't sure if this had all just been a dream and whether it would feel so right still."

She nodded and took a longer, tender suck.

He added, "It was a dream, and it still is. And you still feel so exactly right." He bent to kiss her open mouth, tasting her pussy on her lips for the first time in over a week. "And now, I think I have some licking of my own to do for a while. Pick your position!"

She giggled and went inside, leading him to the couch. "Let's start out here, but we'll have to go to the bedroom in a while in case Lisa comes in early. And don't forget we need to set an alarm to get you out by 6am, just in case we don't wake up."

Just a few steps later, they were both naked, Pru was lying back on the couch, and Chris had his face buried between her legs. After she came, they walked naked down the hall to the bed she would soon share again with Sean, and they fucked for two more hours before collapsing asleep.

When Lisa rolled in around 8am, Chris was gone, and the only indication she had of anything unusual was Pru's skirt laying under the couch where she had tossed it while Chris was licking her pussy. Seeing her friend's puzzled expression, Pru waved it away, "Eh, I was watching TV and too lazy to change in my room," although her pussy was instantly wet again at the thought of the night before.

The next several nights were more of the same.

Two days before Lisa went home, Chris was at the house with Pru, Lisa, and Mamie. They'd spent the day together at the pool and were now eating dinner before moving into whatever evening activity was in play. Chris picked up Pru's camera and took some photos of the women laying on the couch and floor. All three smiled in the photos, but Pru had an obvious "come hither" look that suggested much more than a girl having fun with friends.

That evening, more photos were taken, some with the girls dancing in the living room, others on the driveway with another friend who had stopped by. And there was Pru's perfect ass, squeezed into Sean's favorite jeans, Chris standing behind her with one hand hidden somewhere behind her, enjoying the feel of her fine ass, which had become his standard practice. The last photo was of a grinning Chris, obviously dancing alone in his apartment, shirt unbuttoned and shoes off. The reflection in a picture on the wall showed Pru taking the photo, also with an unbuttoned shirt but no longer wearing what were now Sean's and Chris's favorite jeans.

The picture-taking fit into Chris's plan to replace Sean and keep Pru for his own. Like his gradual steps to be more demonstrative in front of their friends, these photos were just another step to normalizing their status as a couple.

Like their other friends, Lisa noticed the different attention that Pru paid to Chris, attention she hadn't seen in a while except with Sean. With that observation in mind, the next morning Lisa left her pilot's bed early and walked back to Pru's house only a mile away. As she walked around the corner at 6:30 am, she saw Chris walking nonchalantly out the side door and across the empty lot to the street behind Pru's house.

What she didn't know was that he'd seen her too. He had taken his time to leave that morning, and after seeing her, chose to stroll away like the satisfied lover he was so Lisa would understand where he really fit in now. Pru never told him about her conversation with Lisa later that morning (the original Ch. 3 "Interventions"), but Chris was confident he'd added Lisa to their group of friends who now just accepted that he and Pru were together.

The next two weeks were business as usual, which also meant little sleep and a lot of fucking for Chris and Pru. For their last weekend together, Chris drove them into the mountains for a stay at an Apache resort. This was going to be the final critical step of his plan: a honeymoon-like experience, after which he'd own her heart and body irretrievably. Leaving Sean for him would then just be a detail.

The room had a wall of windows looking out over the golf course and directly at the forested mountain. When they weren't out eating, they could almost always be found fucking or just lying naked together in front of those windows as the clouds went by. The first morning they'd made the mistake of opening the large glass doors to let the breeze in while they explored each other, only to look up and see a group of golfers craning their necks to watch and listen to the very recognizable screams of joy echoing toward them. They got a big eyeful when Pru closed the large doors and pulled the curtains closed, still buck naked, waving to them as she disappeared by the curtains.

Their last morning was epic. Pru and Chris woke spooning, and his cock was immediately awake and ready for action. Rather than keep facing away, she rolled onto him and rode on top into their first morning orgasms. They then showered together for an hour, never sure if they were washing or fucking, but managing to do both.

They went to a late breakfast in the dining room, Pru wearing a light dress with nothing under it, Chris with loose shorts and also commando. Sitting in a booth where they could hide, they fondled each other through breakfast, she with a hand down his shorts, he after lifting her dress almost to her waist to get easy access between her thighs.

Like he had with Kate, he went out of his way to stretch Pru's boundaries and normalize a sexual behaviors between the two of them. As he fingered his lover, Chris noticed a distinguished, older gentleman sitting in a dark booth across the room. The stranger was clearly watching everything happening under their table, with a direct view of Pru's exposed pussy and Chris's exploration of it. Chris smiled to himself and continued, spreading her lips apart for a better view inside.

Not long after, their breakfast finished, Chris stepped into the bathroom. He returned to a flushed Pru, who didn't share her conversation with their distinguished looking voyeur who had just left the dining room (the original Ch. 3 "Interventions"). Her warm feeling from his comments stayed with her on their way to their room, however.

Back in the room, Pru and Chris had an hour until checkout. They got busy. Their clothes hit the floor, and he pinned her in a standing position facing the picture windows with her hands over her head against the glass - curtains open. He took her by the hips and fucked her while her tits bounced. She was on display for any who ventured out this morning. Besides giving her a fucking of a lifetime, his goal was also to send another notice to the world, "This beauty and her pussy are mine! Look and dream, fuckers!"

When he came, she spun around, crouched down to finish sucking him dry, then dragged him back to the bed where she kept sucking until he got hard again. Then she pulled him on top of her, and he fucked her hard until he was sure her pussy would be of no use to anyone for days or longer, and they were breathless.

He knew he had her. It was just a matter of easing into the conversation, and this pussy was his from now on! But he was in no rush now. It'll happen, he thought.

Eventually, they rallied, dressed, reluctantly packed their small bags, and drove back down the mountain in silence. The phone was ringing as they walked into Pru's house. Chris pulled her by the hips, "Hey, don't answer. Let's mess up your bed instead."

Pru laughed, "Wait, wait. Let me make sure it's not an emergency or something. Then you can bring my magnificent brown friend back out. But be warned, I can already hardly walk because of that thing!"

Pru picked up the phone and Chris could just make out Mamie's voice. Pru looked like a deer in headlights, then hung up and gave Chris a panicked look, "Shit, you have to go! You can't be here! Sean's on the way!" As a confused Chris hustled to the side door, he realized that this was goodbye. Before he could speak, Pru kissed him hard, ran her hand the length of his cock, then pushed him through the door.

Outside, a teary Chris started walking away from his dream woman and his dream pussy. Hearing the door slam open, Chris turned just in time for Pru to wrap her arms around him and kiss him. After a long, kiss, Pru smiled, and said, "I have to have one last chocolate kiss." Without pausing, she went to her knees, opened his fly, and pulled her beloved, brown cock out. Chris looked around in a mild panic, as he stood in the open between Pru's house and her neighbors' in the bright morning light while her mouth anxiously worked its magic on his cock.

Minutes later, still licking her lips and swallowing, she stood while zipping his pants closed and kissed him, "Now you'd better go." As she turned and went into the house, she saw her neighbor, Terry, standing frozen on his driveway, newspaper in hand and wide-eyed as she wiped the last drops of cum from her lips with a finger, licked it off, and swallowed again. Pru waved sweetly and went back in the house.

Chris walked around the block in a daze, stopping at the side of house from where he could watch the homecoming. He racked his brains for an idea for how to prevent his months long progress with Pru from evaporating. He thought, We didn't have the conversation yet! She can't be going back to that guy after everything we've been through?!

Not 30 minutes later, a squadron pickup pulled up, and Sean stepped out looking tired and rumpled like he'd been traveling for a while. Out walked Chris's lover. Pru looked young, chipper, and pretty in a bright, summer romper. She stood motionless as Sean wrapped his arms around her and kissed her, her hands slowly rising to his hips. Then he saw the unmistakable signs that she was kissing him more passionately, her grip tightening around him.

Sean's pal Terry, who had watched Pru giving Chris a blowjob, shouted from his driveway, "Welcome home, Sean! Good morning again, Pru!" Even from his distant vantage point, Chris could see Pru blushed and didn't turn to wave as her husband took his time kissing her.

Sean led Pru by the hand, and they walked up around the portico and to the front door. They stopped to talk briefly, but Chris was far enough away that he couldn't hear what they said (the original Ch. 3 "Interventions"). But Chris could see that his lover was shocked about whatever her husband had said, and she bowed her head and went inside.

Throwing discretion to the wind, Chris sauntered back to the house and saw motion in the front bedroom as he approached. After looking around for neighbors, he crept to the window and peeked through a gap in the curtains. Pru was naked on her hands and knees on their guest bed facing away from the window, arching her back and thrusting her pussy up in the air for easy mounting, as she had learned to do for Chris and then done many times over the summer. She was looking over her shoulder at Sean with a smile, saw Chris through the window, and her smile faded. Sean, also with his back to the window, grabbed both of her hips and drove in deep, unaware that his wife's pussy was already well lubricated that morning by Chris.

Chris heard Pru moan loudly through the window, without breaking eye contact with him, or changing her solemn expression, "Yes, just like that, Sean!"

The last thing he saw through the window before he hurried away was Pru throwing her head back, as she started to enjoy what her husband was doing and he pounded away, taking his wife's well used pussy back for his own.