Coached Pt 02

Coached Part 2

Couple of Years Later

Shelley padded across the room barefoot. Her equally bare thighs swished as they rubbed together as she made her unsteady way. She was taking each footstep slowly and carefully from the bedroom towards the balcony. Pausing each opportunity to hold on to the chairs, wall and door frame for steadiness as she made her way. The effects of last night's drinks still held sway with her balance. With her third cigarette of the day dangled from the corner of her mouth smoke was drifting from her nose. She stopped for a moment as she reached the glass sliding door and took in the gentle warm breeze that greeted her body and her loose hair and it whipped up and tickled her nose. She then attempted to tuck her hair securely behind her ears, but as she tilted her head and pulled on the cigarette, removed the filter from her mouth, and exhaled, the hair quickly popped out again. She tutted then flicked the ash into the clean ashtray beside two packs of Marlboro reds, the one on top was already open and ready for her with twenty filters poking out enticingly. Beside them was a plate of recently cooked sausage, bacon and eggs.

"Morning Darling," she croaked and coughed. Then hurriedly inhaled again on her cigarette, to soothe her throat, cocked her head up and exhaled slowly letting the smoke drift off with the breeze and then as the smoke cleared, admired the view. "I really do love coming out here, thank you, I know I have said it before. I will say it again, I am grateful your parents let us come away just the two of us again!"

Brian looked up from his tablet and stroked his stubbly chin and nodded in appreciation of the view. Standing in front of him he had his large, curvy naked wife leaning over his balcony in front of him. Her large buttocks dimpled, her bulging thighs and waist striped with recent purple stretch marks. Her smoke drifted from her mouth and cigarette as she looked out and took in the sunshine.

Three years ago, she was a slim athletic thing, but she had accepted his new training regime with ease and a lot of delight. There have been several attempts to try and fight it and to be athletic again, but eventually Shelley found delight in sitting down, lighting a cigarette and predictably eating and drinking something.

Shelley turned her head and smiled at her husband and tried to be seductive as she followed up with yet another cheeky caving inhale on her cigarette. "Oh, err, what time did you come to bed? I can't remember you joining me?" she asked, cocking her head inquisitively to the side with her exhale as the smoke caught the wind disappeared over the balcony.

"I did come to bed, honestly. As ever darling, you were just fast asleep!" Brian said dismissively, still looking at his screen, "I guess you fancy the beach bar later?" He asked to change the topic as he got up and put down his tablet as he stood alongside her against the low wall that looked over the balcony holding his coffee in one hand.

"Sounds good, and what time did you get up for your run? It must have been really early?" Shelley enquired changing the topic back again as she consciously flicked the ash and watched it drift down to the road below before looking back at her husband.

"Yeah, it wasn't too early." He grinned. "You are looking absolutely gorgeous this morning, as you do every morning!" He said trying to praise his wife and put the last of the croissant in his mouth and leaned forwards and stretched out grabbed and squeezed her left buttock in his hand as he chewed.

She teasingly squealed then laughed, brought her hand to her mouth as she coughed, and then, focused on pulling on her cigarette. "Bri, I only woke up to you in the kitchen. I feel rough as rats, as usual, and I must look shite." She coughed again "and my hair is a salty mess as usual," she said, ruffling it up with her spare hand.

"Don't be down on yourself." Brian looked up at her from his seat.

"True the sun is out, I am upright. It's warm and I am rather naked just for you..." she smiled and then inhaled deeply on her cigarette whilst her hazel, slightly bloodshot, hungover eyes attempted to twinkle whilst looking longingly into his eyes. She exhaled and flicked the butt over the wall. She then turned and leaned over and grabbed a sausage with a fork and started chewing. The juices dribbled down her chin and landed on her naked body.

Brian acknowledged the action with a smile with his own grin. "Well yes, I've always said you do look rather stunning just like that!" His mouth smiled widely and then he refocused on his tablet and coffee rather than her and sipped it.

Shelley chewed the last mouthful of the sausage and cocked her head and placed her hand on her chubby belly before finally swallowing "If I look stunning and sexy and hot, can I invite you back to bed?" She asked as sultry as possible, her voice gravelly and attempting to be hot whilst leaning against the balcony wall spreading her stocky legs wide as possible and looked expectantly at her husband.

"Hmmm."

"Bri, or shall I pee here for you, you like that?" She asked cutely, her fingers stroking her crotch in preparation.

Brian didn't even look up from his tablet as she moved her hand as she started caressing her breasts trying to get his attention.

"Hmm, maybe later Shell? Save up the next one, the first morning pee never smells good. I'll watch you later because I've just been sent a replay of Oliva's latest run from yesterday."

"Oh.Olivia..."

"Yes, and then we've got to get on?" He suggested without looking he picked up another of his buttered croissants and munched on it.

"Uhuh...of course Olivia comes first..." Shelley muttered, sighed, and promptly slapped her thighs closed then staggered over and took another cigarette from the pack beside him, and after grabbing the lighter hurriedly lit it in frustration. Then marched off to the bathroom. Stopping as she almost collided with the door. Then more carefully made her way. Leaving a trail of exhaled smoke.

Brian finished his coffee and placed the mug back on the table and finally looked up from his tablet. Then chuckling bent down and picked up an empty wine bottle rolling in a drying puddle from the previous night on the grey concrete floor. Two minutes later she returned.

"However, as you are now more awake shall I open your morning wine?" Brian asked, putting down the tablet and getting up, making a move to head back in.

Shelley paused and thought for a second and then beamed, "Oh go on, let's skip the coffee, it's going to be a hot day again, and I'm on holiday after all!" She leaned forward as she pulled on her cigarette again.

"I thought you might." Brian smiled, paused, and picked up the empty pack and crushed it in his palm as Shelley conducted a deep cheek caving draw, as she finally exhaled, she grabbed another sausage and started chewing.

***

Shelley looked around and scratched her belly, flicking some ash that had landed on it. She realised Brian had gone again, she shrugged her shoulders and leaned over, topped up her wine glass, gulped a couple of fingers from the glass. Then with a tingle in her belly, made the effort and eventually got herself out of the chair, picked up her glass and with her cigarette dangled in the corner of her mouth went looking for him. She meandered indirectly to the hallway and then feeling the need, fell into the bathroom where she promptly sat down on the toilet and peed. Whilst sitting there she took turns to gulp her wine and inhale on the cigarette, before not bothering to wipe or flush as she had her hands full as she got up and stumbled into the bedroom.

***

"Do you want me in pink or green or nothing today, Bri?" Shelley asked with her cigarette dangled in the corner of her mouth as she leaned against the bedroom door frame with two of her bikini's sets in her hand as she offered the bikini top up to her tanned breasts.

Without looking up from his tablet to acknowledge his still naked wife Brian nodded then replied "Err, you're in nothing already, let's go pink" and swiftly looked back down and carried on scrolling through on his screen.

"Okay Bri," Shelley shrugged her shoulders and huffed and flounced back into the bedroom. Her once toned almost sculpted backside, now overly dimpled, bounced, wobbled and juddered with every heavy step as she made her way back beside the bed. Shelley paused and picked up the wine glass on the bedside table, gulped it down finishing off the contents. She then placed the cigarette between her lips and turned and let gravity take over as she fell back on the bed, before lifting herself back and then with a groan falling again on her back. She eventually used what little stomach muscles she had left buried deep under her bulging belly to sit up and start the regular fight with her toes and fat legs and what she thought were the ever-smaller holes in the bikini bottoms.

It took two attempts to get the left leg in, a gulp of wine, a drag on the cigarette later to get the right one in.

***

"Are you absolutely sure you want to start running again?" Brian asked in semi disbelief.

"Abshultley, i'se been thinking, and very much dreaming of it." Shelley slurred as she sat on the red bar stool against the beach side bar. "I'm now very fats and meh!" She said and slowly brought the cigarette in her left hand, to her face concentrated on it and drew the smoke into her lungs.

"I don't want you to hurt yourself again?" Brian said concerned. "To me you are beautiful."

Shelley exhaled and then giggled and then chased the red straw around the cocktail with her lips until she locked on and secured it and slurped her drink. "I'm very goods at runnings!" She said defiantly as she sat back upright and grinned. "I did very good winnings!" she smiled.

"You did once, yes; you are more than welcome to come with me for my morning run?" Brian asked before drinking his coke.

Disagreement crossed her face, "Umm" she inhaled deeply on the cigarette it fizzled and burnt almost down to the filter, and after a little bit of hazy thought as she exhaled she replied, "Maybe when we get home, as you always says, I'ms on holiday now!" she said it with her exhale, dropping the cigarette on the floor as her thick legs dangled loose from the bar stool. She then went back to chasing the red striped straw around the glass.

"My offer is there, Shell?"

Shelley swallowed and tipsily and exaggeratedly shook her head.

***

"Ooopsy" Shelley stated as she bumped into the wall and giggled as she leaned against the wall as Brian opened the door. Brian sighed and put his hand around her soft waist and corralled her into the apartment. "I'se going to be more bruised than tanned!" She smirked at Brian as he walked her in the living room with his hand around her waist and he released her as she stumbled sideways before un-stylishly pirouetting and falling onto the centre seat of the three-seat sofa with a sigh.

"You will be fine!" Brian mused knowingly looking at his complete drunken mess of a wife with her smudged make up, and her legs wide apart flashing her darkened urine-stained pink bikini bottoms under her short white linen skirt. "When did you piss yourself?"

"Dunno, probably, did I go before we left? Never mind, I must have done it?" She giggled. "Sorry..." she giggled again and stroked her wet gusset. "Oh, yes...I always pee just for you, I do."

He smiled and slowly nodded his head. "You know you should have told me?"

She licked her urine drenched fingers and nodded, "Next time I wills, I primish, ise promise!" She giggled as her fingers began to stroke her wet gusset.

"You know, I have said it before, that Marian used to piss herself all the time when she became a drunken waste of space!"

"Shhhs, don't mention her now, I know she was always wet for you Bri's. So am I, Plus I'm not verys wasted, and not very pissed, give us another drink and I will pees again for you if you like me too?" Shelley waved her knees in and out, wobbling and swinging her fatty chubby thighs side to side like an office desk toy. She then looked around smiling drunkenly, she then attempted lean and reach her cigarette pack and lighter that were balanced on the arm of the sofa but fell flat on her face on to the sofa "Fuck" she exclaimed and giggled as her head was buried in the sofa cushion.

Brian laughed and ran over and grabbed Shelley's hand and pulled the practically dead weight upright on the sofa, "Shell are you sure you are, okay?" he asked.

"Err Huuh" she smiled and rearranged her hair into more of a mess and then pawed at the sofa.

"Shell, shall I get them for you?" Brian asked.

"Peas," she said with puppy dog eyes as she slumped further down on the sofa, her skirt riding higher around her waist. Brian smiled wryly and retrieved the half empty pack of cigarettes, pulled one out and placed it between her lips, then fired up his lighter after getting it from his pocket.

He then looked towards the bedroom and then back to her, his shoulders sunk, and knelt down in front of her and stroked her wet bare thighs "Shall I help take those wet things off you before they chaff?"

She slowly nodded as he deftly ran his hand up inside her skirt and with a bit of grunting and moaning, she lifted her backside, he tugged as he slowly slid her extremely saturated knickers back down. Brian then began to slowly kiss up her still damp fat inner thigh.

He reached the crotch and smiled. "Ohh you've attempted to shave for me, well done!" Then got his tongue even closer.

"See, I'm not totally useless drunk!" Shelley moaned.

A couple of weeks later

Shelley walked over to the start line carrying the basket of her tracksuit, her open pack of cigarettes balanced on top of her removed jogging bottoms. She looked around taking in the sparse crowd and her fellow competitors and whilst everyone else jogged on the spot, or stretched to keep warm, she put down the basket and confidently lit the cigarette and stood there one hand on her hip, pulling smoke into her lungs as everyone stared in utter awe and confusion. There was cloud cover and dark clouds threatening rain in the distance. She looked up to the clouds and brought the filter to her lips and hungrily inhaled on her cigarette the tip glowed orange against the dark brooding sky.

***

Shelly groaned and she bent down paused for a brief second and unsteadily wobbled forward. She put her hand on the dark mahogany bedstead for support. Groaning, she stood up straight and sighed. Everything was always an effort. Then with her hands on her hips taking stock of the situation. After a couple of deep breaths, she slowly bent down again and then wiggled her hips tugged and bounced as she continued to struggle to pull up her black lycra shorts up over her bruised but tanned legs. With a grunting persuasion they finally went up over her naked stubbly pubis. She triumphantly stood in front of the full-length bedroom mirror half dressed in her now obviously two sizes too small running gear. Shelley was breathing hard as picked up the cigarette burning in the ashtray and pulled on it, exhaled and flicked the ash into the ashtray on the dressing table beside her. "Fuck" she then exclaimed before she inhaled again four times bringing the cigarette right down to the filter. "I'm definitely going to go running this morning," she said as she exhaled. The smoke snaked and bounced off the mirror as she twisted her bulging chubby body in front of the glass and sucked in her large belly. It was squashed conveniently in her very tight running shorts and then puffed out her chest. 'It's surely only been a few months or...no Christ...it's been longer... fuck...' She mused and lied to herself on the actual last time she wore them as she stubbed the cigarette out in the overflowing ashtray on her dressing table before holding the wooden Formica top for support as the world spun slightly.

She tutted to herself and reached over to the pack beside the glass ashtray and pulled yet another cigarette between her chipped red paint on her short-bitten nails and lit it. 'That is much better' she mused as she exhaled, grabbed the pack and lighter tucking them securely inside the sports bra under her running top and gingerly and slowly headed downstairs.

"Morning darling" Brian said without looking at his wife as he sat on the sofa in front of the telly watching daytime children's TV with Johanna.

"Bri, now that I am finally up, I am just going out for my run again hon!" she said as she flicked the cigarette in an ashtray on the table by the front door. "I have promised you that I would do it again today!" she chortled.

"Okay, thought as much, do go and have fun, as I assumed you would and so I have asked Olivia from the track to come up to help up around the house this afternoon!" He smiled as he looked at the clock.

"Oh, Olivia...is she? That's great for both of you, she is really useful, and if that is the case, I might make this a slightly longer run?" she suggested before looking at, and then bringing her hand back to her mouth, and with her fingers making a wide V, dragging hard on her cigarette.

"Yes dear, not to worry, oh two things have you got your card, and will you be back for lunch?" Brian asked.

The cloud of smoke billowed across the room "Ohh good thinking Bri," Shelley said as moved away from the door and look her handbag on the kitchen table, she opened her purse on the kitchen table and flashed the credit card at Brian to acknowledge it before she tucked the card inside the other breast on her running top "Think this run will take me a while, I will grab something to eat on the road." Shelley said confidently. "I will definitely maybe be back for dinner, I will see how I go, please don't wait for me though!" she grinned sheepishly.

"Okay see you later! Please be safe and remember..." Brian said as she watched his wife take an extra cigarette pack from inside her handbag and stuff it down her top, she then went back and opened the front door then inhaled on the cigarette, she turned to blow him a smoky exhaled kiss and then gently shut the door.

Shelly paused as the door closed behind her and adjusted her eyes to the brightness of the sunlight, leaned against the low boundary wall next to the front door and slowly finished her cigarette, before getting up exhaling and flicking it across the road. She exhaled the cloud of smoke and then jogged for half a dozen paces as she labouredly made down the road and then around the corner, once out of sight of the house, she slowed down and walked along the road following the yellow lines to the pub, looked at her watch and smiled and sat down on the wooden benches out the front, pulled the already open pack of cigarettes out from her sports bra and retrieved the lighter from beside the cigarettes, lit one and exhaled and then waved at Tracey the thirty something brunette barmaid through the door, smiled at her and made the international recognised hand signal for asking for a drink. Tracey knew what she wanted.

Five minutes later Tracey, with her strappy pink Cami top with black bra showing through, with her love handles just hanging over her jeans- came out with the large glass of wine and a glass of coke, placed both on the table, "Usual for you Shell?" she asked with her smoke deepened gravelly voice as she sat down on the bench in front of Shelley and clamped her Marlboro red between her lips and lit it and then after exhaling drank some of her coke.

"I would have bought you a wine too?" Shelley suggested.

Tracey smiled "Maybe later Shell as it's only 11!" and then inhaled her cigarette.

Yesterday