Coen Shoots His Shot

It's a beautiful day. That's how she felt when she woke up Saturday morning at Chima and Ashlyn's place. She lay next to Mark in the guest suite, where they would sleep after a fun night. She left the bed and headed to the bathroom to freshen up.

She stared at her naked body. Her belly was getting bigger. She touched it and smiled, "Soon, little girl, we shall meet."

Mark entered. He stopped to admire her. His arms slid around her waist, and he hugged her, he smiled, "What do you want to do today?"

"I need to shop for a dress to wear for the photo shoot."

"I can take you shopping."

"Are you sure? You have a lot going on."

"How much can a dress cost? I got it."

"Okay."

*****

Ashlyn's hand rested on Chima's chiseled chest. He looked over into her blue eyes, "Good morning."

She snuggled closer, "Good morning, my love."

"You're in a good mood."

"I hope you are too, after last night."

"You seemed to enjoy Mark."

She chuckled, "No more than you enjoyed Kendra."

He returned the chuckle, "I guess we're both having our fun."

She sat up, "Sorry I didn't tell you about seeing Mark last week. I just figured the four of us—"

"It's fine. I love you and you love me."

"I sure do," she said before planting a kiss on his lips. She left the bed.

"Where are you going?" he whined.

"I need to get breakfast ready for our guests."

"Kendra knows how to cook," he said as he left the bed to catch her. He stopped her by the door. His lips pressed to hers. He was stiff and ready to go.

"Yes, but it would be rude to keep our guests waiting," she said as she slipped out of the room and ran away wearing nothing but laughter.

She ran down the stairs and found Kendra in the kitchen mixing batter. Kendra eyed Ashlyn, "I think you forgot to put on clothes."

Mark smirked and stared at her nakedness. Chima came downstairs holding some shorts and a shirt for her, "She got away from me man."

She took the clothes, "I was trying to be a great host," she said as she slipped into her clothes.

Kendra laughed, "I know where everything is. This is like my second home."

"It could be your home," Chima reminded her.

"Well, she appreciates the offer but soon, I'll have Charlene bought out of my house. She can spend some time there with me."

"I love all this fighting over me. I feel special."

She placed waffles, fried chicken tenders, shrimp, and grits on their plates. Mark walked over to get his food, "This food looks and smells great." He kissed her cheek, "And you are special."

****

After breakfast, Chima and Ashlyn got dressed for the day. They had to go get Simone from their neighbor's house. Chima hugged Kendra, "Thanks for last night. I had a great time," he said.

"Yeah, It was awesome," she replied smiling.

He shook Mark's hand, "Talk to you later, bro."

"I'll text you later."

Kendra kissed Ashlyn on the cheek, "Stay sweet."

"You, too."

They watched as Kendra and Mark got into Mark's SUV and drove off. Ashlyn went inside to grab something. Chima scanned the area. He smiled. Things were good. Just as he was about to go inside, he saw something on one of his cars that was parked in the enormous driveway.

He walked up to the car, and took the slip of paper from under the windshield wiper, "You have a beautiful wife. We can share her too."

He looked around, the fuck, he said to himself. He shook his head. He crumpled the paper and headed inside.

****

He stood in the bedroom surrounded by packages. His computer was on a stand. He stared at pictures of her. He remembered the first time he saw her at a club known to be LGBT-plus friendly.

She danced provocatively with a group of girls. That night, Sarah introduced him to Kendra as her husband. He went with it. She often liked to have fun. The three of them had a lot to drink and ended up back at the apartment they had been renting.

It started innocently enough. They liked to perform oral on Kendra before they went at it. Yet, he longed for the day he could finally take a dip in her pool. He touched the computer screen, my sweet Kendra, he thought.

Coen walked up behind him, "She's beautiful," he commented.

"Yes. She is. We were great together. Sarah messed things up. I had to leave. But I'm taking this chance being here to win her back."

Coen nodded, "You'll be leaving for Germany soon. Are you sure it's enough time?"

He knew it probably wasn't. They had been surveying Kendra's goings. She spent a lot of time with her new friends. Jon sighed, "When I leave, I expect you to carry out the plan."

He nodded.

*****

Mark drove blissfully to the store with Kendra on his side. He loved how she played in his hair as he drove. It had been a long time since he felt those kinds of sweet touches. He smiled, "This feels nice."

She smiled, "It does."

"Did you have doubts?"

She nodded, "Yes. But I see that you do like me and I like you too. My mother once told me...it's not about how long...it's how much you know. Things have moved fast but I feel comfortable around you."

"Yeah. I feel the same. When we're together, things just click."

He parked his car. His phone sounded. It was his daughter on Facetime, "Hey there Carly, what's up, sweetie?"

"Hey Dad, wait," she said looking through the phone. She caught a glimpse of Kendra, "is that your new girlfriend?"

He chuckled.

Her brother got into the frame, "Let me see. I wanna see."

"This is Kendra. We're dating."

Kendra waved, "Hello."

"She's pretty, Dad," replied Carly.

"Thank you. You're pretty too," responded Kendra.

"And what about me?" asked Michael.

"Oh, you are very handsome. Just like your father."

"Yeah, see that. I'm handsome like Dad!"

"Anyway, Dad, Mom wants to know what time you're picking us up tomorrow."

"Um, I suppose after you're out of church."

"Can you do it tonight?"

He chuckled, "You don't want to go to church?"

She rolled her eyes, "We're going to grandma's church tomorrow. You know that service is all day."

He laughed. He remembered the first time they went to his mother-in-law's church, how his stomach nearly met his back when lunchtime came and went and the service showed no signs of ending. He smiled, "I'll see what I can do."

The call ended. Kendra smiled as Mark helped her out of the car, "Your children are beautiful."

"Thank you."

He explained that Carly was the oldest. She was in high school. She had dreams of getting a business degree and owning her chain of coffee shops. And that his son Michael had dreams of being in the Olympics when he got older and being a Physical Therapist.

She could see the light in his eyes as he spoke of his children. Kendra asked if his wife was okay with her meeting the children. Mark sighed, "She knows you're meeting them. I won't say that she's happy about it. She thinks you might be using me for what she calls a come-up."

Kendra chuckled, "Do you think that's what I'm doing?"

"No. of course not." He hugged her, "Now, let's get you that dress. And enjoy the rest of our day."

They went into a few stores. She ended up trying on three dresses that she loved. He inspected them all. His favorite was the all-white gown. Then there was a burgundy one that had a long trail, but it covered the belly, "It's nice, but I thought the idea was to show off your belly."

She nodded, "You're right. I'll get the white one. It will be perfect for the beach photo shoot."

****

Being a foodie, Mark suggested to Kendra that they go to a Mediterranean spot for food. As soon as they stepped into the restaurant Kendra's got a whiff of the amazing aromas flowing through the space, "I can't wait to eat."

They were ushered to a table. They ordered drinks and an appetizer. Mark asked her what she intended to name her baby. She responded, "Bahati. It means, blessed; she who brings joy."

"That's beautiful. It won't be long now."

She nodded, "Yes. I am a little nervous, but I guess I'll figure it out. Most women do, right."

"Yes. They usually do."

Kendra ordered the fish with salad and some rice. Mark ordered a gyro with fries.

*****

Carly had her bags packed. They were on her bed when her mother swung the door open. She was dressed nicely, "I'm heading out. I'll be back before the morning."

Carly nodded, "Sure, mom."

Her mother saw the bag on her bed, "Where are you going?"

"Dad is picking us up."

"Tomorrow after church?"

"Noooo, tonight."

"Um, so, he's going to introduce y'all to his lil girlfriend. Don't get too attached. Your father is only messing with that girl to make me jealous."

"If you still love Dad, why did you ask for a divorce?"

"You're too young to understand these things, Carly. I must go. Make sure you lock this house when you leave."

"Yes, ma'am."

Charlene strutted out the door. Carly stood, walked over to the door, and closed it.

*****

She was **** to go but it had been a minute since she heard from him. Even though she had a boo thang, nothing compared to what she experienced when she was with Jamal. He was her teddy bear. They sat across from each other in a quiet area of a restaurant. He rubbed his long beard, "So, what's been good with you babe?"

She scoffed, "The same thing that was good with me before you married that thot."

He sucked his teeth, "Why are you disrespecting my wife. I've never talked about your husband like that."

"Whatever Jamal. I could be getting my back blown out by my man right now. You called me here to do what...chat about your wife, ew."

He shook his head, "Look, you were the one who told me you had no intention of leaving your husband and that we were casual. I can't help that I found me a good one."

"A good one. Pshhh, then why are you sitting in my face tonight?"

He shrugged, "I just wanted to see you."

She chuckled and leaned in seductively, "Be honest, you miss how we used to get down. That virgin pussy ain't all that it's cracked up to be, right."

He shook his head, "You're still something else."

"I ain't never lied though."

He smirked, "I have a room not far from here."

"And?"

"You know you want to. Or why are you in my face?"

Slowly she rose to her feet, "What are you waiting for?"

******

As soon as they entered the room, he grabbed her neck gently and pushed his tongue into her mouth. He paused, "You missed me, right?"

"Just take your clothes off and fuck me."

She pulled off her dress and bent over. He pulled out his fatty. It hung to the left. He saw her ass in the air. He smacked it, rubbed it, and bent down to lick it. She damn near smothered his face between her cheeks.

He stood. She turned and watched as he slipped inside. Her eyes rolled. His strokes were fast. Her body rattled and shook as his balls tapped the bottom of her ass. Every few minutes, his strong hand came down on her ass. "Shit! Jamal!"

"Nah, you wanted this."

"Jamal!"

He grabbed her arms, "Say my name louder."

"Jamal!"

"Louder!"

"JAMAL!"

"Yeah! This what you have been missing in your life."

There was something about how Jamal handled her in bed that didn't compare to others. Mark was a gentle lover. Jamal was rough and demanding.

After he burst inside her. They lay in bed. She looked at him. He was dark chocolaty goodness. He had a slight pot belly but was still muscular. "Damn," she commented shaking her head.

He chuckled, "You missed how I put it down."

"Um, it's not just that. I miss you. Why'd you have to get married?"

"You're married."

"I'm getting divorced."

"Really?"

"Yes."

He nodded. It was quiet. She was finally free. She touched his beard, "You can be free too. And then—"

"Um, my wife is pregnant."

She fell back onto the bed, "Shit."

"I know. I can't walk out on her."

"But you would if she wasn't pregnant?"

He hesitated and then said, "You know I like you a lot. We have been kicking it for a long time before you even married that pretty boy."

"What if you moved back to Tampa? We could still see each other."

He shrugged, "I suppose I could. It's not hard to come back."

She smiled.

"But I'm not leaving my wife."

She nodded, "It's fine. If you give me my time."

****

His soft lips touched hers. They were both humming as he stroked from behind in the spoon position. His eyes caressed hers. Another kiss and then another. His sack tightened. He pressed his body close to hers and held it. That magical feeling of her sweet wet cunt vibrating on his throbbing shaft, "I love that feeling," he said as his hands caressed her face.

"I love it too."

"I hate that I have to leave."

"It's okay. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Or, you can come with me tonight. I'm sure the kids won't mind watching your photoshoot."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah," he said excitedly "grab your things."

*****

Nervously, she sat in the car and waited. The kids approached the car as if they had been briefed about her presence. She was greeted with smiles by both Carly and Michael as they got in the back seat. Mark got in, and he started the car, "Seatbelts."

"We are strapped in, Dad," Carly said.

There was a lot of chatter. Carly was excited. She talked about her school, that she was a freshman, that she was a straight-A student, that she was an athlete, and was also on a step team. "What things did you do, Kendra?" she asked.

"In middle school, I was a majorette. In high school, I ran track and sang in the chorus."

"Oh wow, chorus too?"

"I sing a little."

"Nice!"

"I'm going to be the fastest man in the world," said Michael proudly.

"I believe you can do it," said Kendra smiling.

*****

His house was gorgeous. Being that he was an entertainment lawyer, he made great money and lived in an affluent area around professional ball players, actors, and musicians to name a few. He opened the door and let everyone in. Kendra scanned the foyer, "I love this house. It's amazing."

"It wasn't Charlene's first choice. That's why she's content with selling it."

The kids said good night and headed to their bedrooms. Kendra and Mark went to his room. He removed his clothes, "You can make yourself comfortable," he said before sliding under the covers.

She approached the bed. Her clothes were removed and left on the floor. She slid into bed next to him. "Your kids are super sweet."

"Thanks. They are getting used to all of this. They are more perceptive than we know."

Kendra nodded, "Yeah. They can pick up on a lot."

"My daughter is very preceptive. She knows that things have been different between her mother and me for years. I've tried to keep it together, but it's been difficult to do when you feel as if you're not what the person wants."

"Why would you think that she didn't want you? You both agreed to an open marriage."

"Yes. But she wanted it for other reasons and that reason still lingers in her mind."

"Sorry, you had to go through that."

He sighed, "You make me feel wanted. And I like our little arrangement."

She chuckled, "You mean our fun time with Chima and Ashlyn."

"Um-hm, what, you can't tell me you don't—"

"I never said anything contrary to liking it. I love it. The four of us have great chemistry."

*****

Before Mark could open his eyes, Kendra decided to head to his kitchen to prepare breakfast. As she waited for the biscuits to be ready, she read a text message from Chima, "I miss our morning routine."

She chuckled, "Um, you should have caught me yesterday before I left your house."

"You're right. I guess...tomorrow morning?"

"Yes."

Carly walked into the kitchen first, "Wow, cooked breakfast."

"You do eat breakfast, right?"

"Yeah. Mostly cereal or waffles. Mom hates cooking."

Kendra chuckled, "It's one of those things that you either love or can't stand."

"Well, she's not very good at it either."

Mark walked in. He overheard his daughter, "Carly."

"You know it's true Dad. How many times has Grandma had to come here to save us from mom's cooking?"

He chuckled, "It wasn't so bad. She just gets distracted and ends up burning most of the food."

Michael walked in, "Ohh biscuits. They smell delicious."

"I'll fix everyone a plate. Wash your hands."

*****

Kendra was summoned to Carly's room. She had multiple outfits lying on her bed, "I saw you had a YouTube channel. Why'd you stop making videos?"

Kendra sighed, "Life got busy. I might start again."

"Can you do my hair? Clip these frazzled ends and press it?"

"Would your mom be okay?"

"My mom hasn't touched my hair since I was twelve."

Kendra nodded. After Carly washed her hair. Kendra conditioned and steamed Carly's hair, then combed out the tangles. After she blow-dried it, she clipped the ends. Carly's hair was still just above her bottom. After the flat ironing, Carly couldn't stop tossing her hair around. It was so bouncy and shiny. She took several pictures and made several videos before posting to her social media.

When she walked downstairs, Mark nodded, "Well, look at you."

Carly smiled before hugging her father, "I like her dad. You have to keep her."

"Where is Kendra?"

"She went to your room to get dressed for her pictures."

"Okay, sweetheart, get your brother together and we'll leave shortly."

*****

Walking into his bedroom and seeing her in the dress made his heart melt. It brought back feelings of the first time he learned about his wife's first pregnancy. "You look beautiful," he commented.

"Thanks. I feel a little naked. Do you have a jacket I can wear over this?"

"I think I have something you can use," he said before entering his closet and returning with a lightweight jacket. "Here you go."

He helped her put on the jacket and and off they went to the beach.

****

Luckily, Coen did study film and photography at an art school. So, his business was semi-legitimate. He did have to rent equipment to do the photoshoot. We set up in an area on the shore. It was a bright day.

He took a deep breath and thought about what Jon said, "Get close to her. Become friends and convince her to move to Germany. The three of us can live there and raise our children."

Coen smiled. Kendra was sweet. He remembered the first time he saw her picture after Jon and Sarah showed it to him. Jon was supposed to introduce him to Kendra but he and Sarah wound up keeping Kendra for themselves. Well, since Sarah was in jail for fraud, identity theft, and other things...Coen and Jon could have Kendra all to themselves.

He saw her walking toward him in the long dress covered with a jacket. She removed it, "Hi, I'm ready."

"You look stunning," he replied.

"Thanks. I'm excited."

He looked over her shoulder and saw Mark with his kids. Mark waved, "Is that your new boyfriend."

"We're dating. Seeing where things go."

Coen nodded, "If it's not serious, maybe you have room on your dating card for someone else."

"Someone else?"

He pointed at himself. She blushed, "I thought. I saw you with a girl—"

"It's not serious. It was a date with an acquaintance."

Kendra blushed, "Well..."

"How about we do the pictures and you can tell me 'yes,' later."

She chuckled, "Coen."

"That's perfect, don't move." He took a few test shots. The sun bounced off her skin magnificently, "the camera does not lie. You are gorgeous." He showed her the pictures.

She smiled, "I look like a model."

"You could be a model."

After the photoshoot, Coen thanked Kendra for the opportunity. He also hinted at dating her again. "Coen, you're sweet. I don't think—"

"I understand. If he messes up though, you know where to find me."

Mark walked up, "Hi, Mark Townsend," he said with his hand stretched out.

Coen shook his hand, "Coen Duvall. Nice to meet you."

"We look forward to seeing the pictures."

Coen nodded, "They should be ready soon. I'll get home and upload, edit if necessary."

Mark slipped his arm around Kendra, "You ready, babe?"

She nodded. "Thanks again Coen," she said before walking away with Mark.

"He seems a little sweet on you," Mark mentioned.

Kendra chuckled, "How can you tell that?"

"I know. I'm a man. I can sense it."

"Um. Is that why you walked over."

He chuckled, "I was just making my presence known."