It was the day after Christmas, me and my wife were hugging and saying our goodbyes to our family as we boarded the train. With a sigh of relief we were finally on our way home. We both enjoy our family, but in small doses. Furthermore we hadn't been able to be intimate during the stay and from our small glances and toe flirting during dinners and game nights we were both itching for it. But to our frustration that would have to wait for a while, as halfway through our train ride a dear friend of ours, Eric, would board and come to our home for a few days. We had planned for him to stay over as he had to take a few meetings in our city for work anyways.
"Finally we're off home, as much as I love your family Travis, I do enjoy time with just us." She sat opposite me in the train, and I could feel her foot trail up my leg as she smiled across at me.
"Yeah it has to wait slightly, remember, Eric is joining us." She gave me a grumpy smile, and I grabbed her foot which was slowly trailing up my leg. "I guess this will have to do" I smirked and started giving her a foot massage.
The train arrived at the spot where Eric was going to board and Catherine stood up. My 31 year old wife swayed as her blonde hair fell down as she pushed up her travel bag above the seats. She had been keeping it on the seat next to me just so Eric could get a free seat with us. She had taken off her jacket and was wearing a beautiful top filled with coloured flowers, but it was rather low cut giving a nice cleavage. I was simply staring as her arms swayed as she struggled.
"Oh, here let me help you." Eric had just arrived and now stood right next to her and lifted her bag, she still held up the other side of the bag and I saw her breast grace his arm as she lifted up herself on her toes to push it up the last bit. She smiled at him and I could tell she had felt what had happened as I saw her cheeks turn slightly pink. Nervously she fixed her hair and sat down across from me. I simply sat and admired her as she smiled back at me. She worked out quite a lot but didn't care too much to keep herself in peak shape so there were a bit of curves, but I thought she couldn't look any better.
As soon as Eric sat down me and him began catching up, talking about his new job which allowed him to travel a lot. Catherine offered our couch for him at any time he was in the area and needed a place to stay, which I agreed to. Eric was quite tall, and very good looking. He kept a nice short haircut with his dark hair and I felt a bit self conscious around him as I'd let go a bit and had a small belly, but I vowed silently to start working out after New Years, as everyone does. But I really liked Eric, we used to be best friends some time ago and he was the nicest guy I knew. He used to date a really hot slender kickboxer named Olivia, but heard they had broken up recently.
"By the way Eric, you broke up with Olivia right?." Catherine gauged the reaction of Eric carefully to see if he was okay with her prying.
"Yeah, we had some differences." He simply said, then after a few seconds laughed. "Well, we just didn't connect."
"Now I'm intrigued! What happened?"
"Our relationship wasn't healthy in any way, I don't blame her and I hope she doesn't blame me haha!" He didn't seem to want to give any specifics, but Catherine gave me a look of gossipy greed. She wanted to know really badly the specifics, and the look she gave told me I had to pry as I knew him better. I thought for a bit then settled on asking later tonight when we'd had maybe a beer or two.
Finally we arrived home, we took our bags and placed them in the bedroom and immediately opened the fridge. It was as empty as we had left it.
"How do you both feel about takeout?" I suggested, and got a confirming cheer from the both of them. I took what was still left inside, three beers and handed one to each of them.
"I'm really sorry about Olivia, I know you really liked her." I completed the order on my phone and gave Eric a small mid air toast.
"Nah, don't be. I did like her but it was mostly her body now that I look back at it. She was really hot but too much to handle if I'm honest." Eric sighed heavily and took another sip from his beer. Catherine stood up and gave him a reassuring grab on his shoulder, then exited towards the bedroom.
"I am putting on something more comfortable." She chimed as she left.
"What really happened?" I leaned in and whispered slightly.
"Well, you know, it started with our differences in lifestyle," Eric confided, taking another sip of his beer. "Olivia was all about discipline and fitness. She was a kickboxer, as you know, and she lived and breathed it. I mean, I admire dedication but she took it to another level. Every meal was calculated, every workout was meticulously planned. It was like living with a drill sergeant sometimes."
I nodded, absorbing his words, and glanced at Catherine, who had changed into some slacks and a soft t-shirt. I noticed her nipples slightly through her shirt which proved she had ditched her bra. She seemed to also be listening intently, but it didn't seem like Eric cared as he continued.
"And then there was the jealousy," I could tell his voice tinged with a mixture of frustration and amusement. "She couldn't stand it if I so much as looked at another woman. Once I was chatting with a female colleague at a work event, purely professional, and she'd confront me afterwards, accusing me of cheating!"
Catherine settled in beside me, leaving me in the middle of the sofa, she put a hand on my thigh but her eyes were fixed on Eric as he continued to recount his story.
"It wasn't just the jealousy and the rigidity of her lifestyle," Eric went on, "but whenever we had time for ourselves, well." He stopped for a second, and I could tell he hesitated sharing this.
"Hey, if it's too much you don't have to share..." I told him, and gave him a reassuring smile.
"Wait a second!" Catherine gripped my thigh firmly, she looked at me in shock and I knew her hunger for gossip would kill her if she didn't find out more. "If you started to have to finish the story!" Eric gave an amusing smile.
"I forgot how much you loved gossip, well alright." He leaned back onto the sofa and put up his arm on the back, his legs parted slightly and his light jeans showed a small indication of something hiding. But I quickly looked up as soon as I noticed.
"I think we just didn't match, you know, in the bedroom. Firstly we had mismatched libidos, if she'd had her way I don't think we'd have much sex at all, she was always busy with her training or work, and when we finally did get intimate, she had to take control there as well. I think I have to find someone who wants to be a bit more submissive so I can take control. Do you know what I mean?" He looked quite apprehensive, and I could tell he was worried he had overshared.
Catherine leaned slightly over me, "Hey, Eric, of course we get you! You deserve to find someone you really enjoy, both outside and inside the bedroom," she leaned back into the sofa again and gave another stroke on my leg. "And thank you for sharing, we're here for you. You're a great guy and it won't take long for you to find someone better."
