In retrospect, it was probably my fault. The pandemic was hard on everyone, and I had responded by stress-eating: I must have gained nearly 30 pounds. I hadn't exactly been in amazing shape before, but it hadn't been a problem for my fiancée, Rachel; she said she never liked guys that were too skinny but preferred a man with meat on his bones. That was fortunate for me, because the days of my being in shape from the Army were several years in the past by the time we met. Rachel was 8 years younger than me, and quite the catch: only 24 when we met, she was 5'3, 130, with curly brown hair and a nice set of c cup breasts: not the biggest I'd ever enjoyed, but wonderfully round and firm. Her crown jewel was her ass, which was just slightly bigger than what would be perfectly proportional to her body, much to my delight. I'm 5'9, 240 and balding, and very aware that I scored a girl well out of my league.
We had been together for 3 years before the pandemic. I had proposed about 6 months before it hit, and we moved in together a few months things got bad. While I responded by overeating, Rachel began working out more, riding her bike, started lifting weights. 16 months of isolation sent us in opposite directions physically: her stomach flattened and toned, highlighting her breasts and newly toned ass, while mine expanded until it began to dwarf my already painfully average penis. Predictably, our sex drives diverged too: I wanted it less and less, as my increasing obesity robbed me of my stamina. Our sex became quicker and quicker, as I couldn't last that long, or pound her the way she likes it (they way I used to be able to); increasingly I would tire quickly, asking her to finish on top of me so I could just lay there catch my breath. This was a problem for her, because her sex drive had gone through the roof as she got fitter, and she demanded more from my cock just as it was capable of less and less. This led to a lot of embarrassment on my part, because while she assured me it was no problem and she still loved me, her frustration was evident. However, I wanted to think that everything was ok...so I did. It was against this backdrop that, having finally got vaccinated and with the world opening up again, we met up with friends for the first time.
Mike and Judy were the couple of the group with a big back yard, so that made it natural for us to gather at their place in the suburbs. Terry and Sarah picked us up, and we all drove down together with food for a cookout and an overnight bag for a sleepover. When I rang the doorbell Mike ushered us into his living room, where we all had a big reunion. Mike greeted me first with a big hug, and I immediately noticed the difference in his physique; you didn't miss a transformation like this. Two years older than me and two inches taller, Mike had long been overweight, even heavier than me. When I remarked on this transformation him, he bragged about his 60 pound weight loss, but it wasn't just that: his arms were sculpted, his back was strong, and he looked like a gym rat. He greeted Terry and Sarah, and when Rachel finally came in with the overnight bag he gave her a big hug, which she returned with a smile. I was watching Terry and Sarah reunite with Judy and turned back to see them still hugging. I smiled; it felt good knowing that my best friend and my fiancée got along. They were talking, and with everyone else talking loudly on the other side of the room I could only make out snippets of their conversation, like Rachel saying "Wow, you've really transformed your whole body!" and Mike replying, "You feel pretty good yourself!" Suddenly I was distracted by Judy wanting to show me a new book she bought. The last thing I noticed as I turned away was Mike's hand reaching down to feel Rachel's ass, and then I was caught up in a conversation. The next time I noticed either of them, they were both standing behind me joining in our book conversation.
The rest of the afternoon and evening were a blast. We played lawn games, Mike grilled, we drank and told stories about the good old days. Everyone complimented both Mike and Rachel on the amazing job they had both done getting in shape. I finally asked Mike to be the best man at our wedding (I had wanted to wait until I could do it in person), and he said he'd be proud to do it. I drank too much, and I know Terry and Sarah did too. Mike kept the booze flowing, and everyone had a great time. When it got late everyone began to retire, and Rachel and I went to the guest room. I was exhausted and was asleep before my head touched the pillow.
I woke up with a start. I looked over at the clock and realized that not that much time had passed, not even an hour. That's when I noticed Rachel wasn't in bed with me. I went out into the hallway, moving quietly. The door to Mike and Judy's room was closed. They must be asleep I thought. In the living room Terry and Sarah were asleep on the pull-out couch. Seeing as Rachel wasn't in the kitchen that left only the family room downstairs where she could be. I opened the door slowly, not wanting to disturb Terry and Sarah, and closed it slowly. Before I had even started descending the stairs, I heard voices speaking softly from below. Is Rachel watching TV? I wondered.
Something made me slow my step and move softly down the carpeted stairs as they twisted around. I leaned around the corner and saw Rachel and Mike sitting on the loveseat, facing me. Rachel wore a tight little tank top that outlined her c-cup breasts nicely; the chilly basement made it clear she wasn't wearing a bra. She wore short, tight shorts. Mike had on a tank top and basketball shorts. The sat very close together, their bodies angled towards each other, so their knees were almost touching. They were having one of those quiet after-party conversations, the kind had by people who hadn't really been drinking. Wait, had they not been drinking that night? Doubt suddenly gripped me, paralyzing me on the stairs; so, I stood and listened.
"So, yeah, for whatever reason Judy just hasn't been into sex lately," Mike said. "I have to nag her and practically beg for it, and when she finally agrees she just sort of lays there and isn't into it at all. She never orgasms, and she makes it really hard for me to." The bitterness in his voice wasn't hard to miss. I had no idea Mike and Judy were having those problems; I listened, openly eavesdropping now, as my curiosity got the better of me.
"Mike I'm so sorry" Rachel said, putting her had on his leg. "No man should have to go through that, especially one as great as you."
"Thanks, that means a lot," Mike replied. "But I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything. It's not your problem, and you don't want to hear about my sex problems. I guess I had one too many tonight."
"Not at all Mike, you know I care about you," Rachel reassured him. "Anyway, it doesn't sound like you're the one who has the problem with sex." She was rubbing his leg unconsciously now, her hand occasionally moving down to brush the bare skin beneath his shorts with her fingertips.
"I sure don't," Mike laughed holding her gaze. Rachel laughed, nervously, but she didn't look away and there was a lot of eye contact between the two of them.
"Anyway," Mike went on, "I'm sure you don't have problems like that. John's a lucky asshole, having a hot young fiancée. I'm sure you two have no problems in the bedroom."
Rachel grinned. "Yeah, John's been great." That's my girl, I thought. I had bragged Mike about Rachel: how sexy she was, how much she loved sex, what a little slut she was in the bedroom. It was nice to hear her bragging about me too. "He's opened me up to a whole world of experiences I thought I would never have. He's made me love sex! Only..."
"Only what?" Yeah, I thought, only what?
"I don't know, sometimes I feel like I could do better. John's a great guy, and really nice and sweet, but physically...well, you know." I felt like I'd been punched in the gut.
"No, what do you mean?" Mike asked.
"Well, and don't take this the wrong way, he makes the most of what he has." She said it quickly, trying to get it out there like a disclaimer for everything to come next. "But...well, he doesn't have that great of a body. You know him, he's pretty fat; I know he was in better shape back when you guys were in the army, but he's really let himself go." Mike nodded thoughtfully, as if in agreement.
"He always tells me that I feel nice and soft, like a woman should. But he doesn't feel strong and hard, like a man should. And he's so hairy," she continued, picking up steam as long-stifled thoughts came tumbling to the surface. "I tell him I don't mind, but it's gross. He has it everywhere but on his head." They both laughed at this, and my stomach twisted.
"But the worst part," and Rachel paused, as if suddenly unwilling to admit it, "is his penis. It's just...small. Maybe 5 inches, not thick. I don't know, I talk to my friends, and they talk about how great a big dick can feel...I just don't get that with John. I've gotten used to it, and it doesn't fill me the way I thought it once did."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I sat down on the stair, hard, numb with shock. Belatedly I looked up to see if they had heard. But my fiancée was still staring into my best friend's eyes, and he was looking right back at her. At some point during her speech his hand had migrated to her thigh, and he was rubbing her below the line of her shorts, looking sympathetic.
Rachel broke the stare, looking down. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't be talking to you about this, you're his best friend, it's not right."
"Hey, it's ok," Mike answered squeezing her thigh.
"Yeah, it's fine." Rachel shrugged. Then she smiled, a mischievous look in her eyes. "We can't all be as lucky as Judy, to have a man with a body like yours."
Mike laughed, breaking the tension. "Well, I don't know about all that."
Rachel laughed too. "Well, you're in fine shape. That's what happens when you work out like you do." She unconsciously gave him an appraising look. Earlier that day I had been feeling self-conscious around him and kept telling myself it was ridiculous. It didn't feel so ridiculous now.
Mike grinned, clearly enjoying the turn of conversation. "Well thanks, I hoped you would notice. Seriously though, John's the lucky one here. How he ever got such a hot young fiancée I'll never understand."
Rachel laughed again.
"No really!" Mike insisted. "You have such an amazing body! That fantastic ass! And with that tiny waist it looks even more amazing. And your breasts..." Mike trailed off, realizing what he was saying. "Sorry...well anyway, comparing you to Judy just makes her look old and frumpy, with her flat ass, gut and sagging boobs."
"Then don't compare me to her." Her hand was disappearing above the line of his shorts now; neither of them spoke, and I could hear their heavy breathing. He was rubbing her leg high up on her thigh. It was clearly having an effect. They were leaning into each other, faces very close, having a moment that could end at any time with them parting and leaving for their respective beds - or become something much more. It seemed to drag on too long; Rachel bit her lip and looked down, started to pull away.
Suddenly Mike pushed his fingers the rest of the way up her shorts. He must have made contact with her pussy, because she suddenly looked up, both their eyes widened, and they came together kissing. Their lips met, parted; slowly at first, their tongues began to touch, to wrestle, to dance. Rachel brought her hand up to his face, while his left hand moved behind her head to hold her neck.
