Oh Henry!

John's mind raced as the shower steam fogged up the bathroom mirrors. The hot water rained loudly down upon his tense body, eventually crashing onto the tile floor below. Despite his long time shameful yearnings, he found it near impossible to reconcile the information that his wife had presented him with, just earlier that evening.

"Baby. Henry wants to take me out on Friday. He's going to text you about it."

He recalled Kelly's nervous, blushing admission, and somehow that recent memory excited him. An invitation to happy hour from a coworker might not seem like a big deal to some, but in this instance it undoubtedly was. The unspeakable loomed on the horizon, something deeply taboo, that was so much more than drinks.

John had to acknowledge that he wasn't simply an innocent bystander in this bizarre situation. He shook the excess water from his head, toiling with the inevitability permeating the air. Instinctively, John glanced down at his all too familiar manhood. His small penis was erect with perverse arousal, jutting outwards and encompassed by unkempt pubic hair. "This is insane." He muttered, in disbelief.

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Throughout John's teenage years, and even into early adolescence, his small penis was a recurring frustration. Society, media, porn, it all puts an emphasis on a mans size. To be saddled with the knowledge that he was lacking, well, it was something that he had to mentally navigate. John, for a time, struggled desperately to come to terms with it.

For most of his life it had embarrassed him, and naturally that embarrassment impacted his sexual confidence. John had struggled in the bedroom, fumbling around shy and unsure for many years. Eventually, with maturity, he found his footing, and his concerns seemed to slowly dissipate over time. Now in his mid-thirties, and with the wisdom that adulthood provided, John had simply learned to accept that he was of below average endowment, and an unimpressive lover. That didn't mean he could not be a successful man, or lead a happy life. Sex, after all, wasn't the only thing that defined a person.

That acceptance, however, came with its own share of hurdles. Over the years John had become unknowingly fascinated by the idea of large endowment. When he was younger, pornographic images startled him, and even caused him fear. He discovered that, despite his own shortcomings, there was something painfully compelling about the sight of a capable man in the act of pleasuring an attractive woman. There was this lingering, inescapable understanding deep within John, one that could not be ignored. It was a horrible knowledge that endowed men had something of undeniable significance, something that women naturally desired. John, simply, did not have that desirable sexual quality. Eventually that cutting jealousy gave way to an inherent and embedded respect for larger men, even if John didn't realize it himself. As he grew older, those thoughts became even more intense, as he embarrassingly began to wonder how his wife might react to the experience that a bigger man could provide her with.

John adored Kelly from the very first moment he laid eyes on her. They had met through a mutual friend, over ten years ago, and quickly fell hard for one another. It was a whirlwind courtship, which resulted in a lovely wedding, and a loving marriage. Neither of them were very experienced, sexually, before meeting one another. John had a handful of girlfriends growing up, but was only sexually intimate with two of them. Kelly had just one long term boyfriend throughout her college years, and she would describe those bedroom experiences as average.

Throughout the first several years of the marriage, they both believed their sex life to be great. Kelly loved how passionate John was, how attentive and caring he was, and she especially loved the way his hands would roam her body with desire. Truthfully, during the early years of their relationship and marriage, Kelly had never even given much thought to the size of John's penis. She loved her husband, and seemed to be content with what he provided in the bedroom. It wasn't until John began hinting that he found himself to be small, that Kelly started to consider it as well. He even began to spur her with comments that she had initially found strange for a husband to make, comments that slowly began to intrigue her. They were dangerous and suggestive remarks, that seemed to encourage her curiosity for hung men. Like a moth to a flame, John began to show his loving wife glimpses of pornography that featured large penises, including films of striking and powerful interracial sex. It drove John mad with envy and arousal, to see his wife's wide eyed interest, as she lustfully gazed upon something that John would never have. Kelly could not deny the excitement that she experienced, as she began to revel in the inherent masculinity of a large penis. Over time, men with large endowment began to creep into her quiet fantasies, as a previously unrecognized lust made itself apparent within her. Fatefully, Kelly's perspective on penis size continued to evolve, when her handsome and flirtatious coworker, accidentally showed her something that that he shouldn't have.

Kelly had known Henry for almost five years, both of them working as product managers at a medical technologies company. Though Henry was not technically her supervisor, he acted in that capacity in a number of ways, and was on track for a big promotion to become her formal line manager. Even if Kelly didn't readily admit it to herself, being a dutiful wife, she had always been very attracted by the manner in which Henry carried himself. He was a tall man, and well proportioned, bigger and more muscular than her husband. He was soft spoken, but forceful and confident when he needed to be. He was also honest, and wasn't afraid to take responsibility when things went wrong. Henry had even put his neck out for Kelly on several occasions, when she had made a mistake, which was an act of leadership that she deeply respected. Henry was also a natural flirt, and enjoyed confidently levying playful and suggestive remarks towards Kelly, despite having met her husband many times. Though the long time wife refused to admit it to herself, she was also intrigued by his dark skin, and something else too.

Henry was a gifted man. Not only was he intelligent, and technically proficient with his work, but he was also a physical specimen. Henry was extremely well hung, and enjoyed an abundance of sexual confidence because of it. He was also a deeply skilled lover, and took a particular pride in providing women with a level of pleasure that they hadn't experienced before. Much unlike John, he was very familiar with all types of women lusting over his manhood, which was a never depleting fuel source to his ego. It was one of the reasons he was still single, now into his mid forties.

The poorly hidden workplace attraction was very much mutual, as Henry certainly lusted over his favorite coworker. Unbeknownst to Kelly, he had actually been reprimanded by his manager on one occasion, citing that he should tone down his flirtations with his married colleague. "We don't need an issue with HR, Henry." It should have been an easy request, especially for a man who valued his career such as he. The problem was that Henry found Kelly to be a deeply desirable woman, curvaceous and feminine in all the ways a woman should be. She had a notably plump rear end, and large breasts that were usually well concealed beneath her work attire. She had a delicate and pretty face, framed by healthy, flowing brunette hair. Henry was obviously well aware of her marital status, and had no intent on doing harm in that regard, especially with the knowledge that she had two small children at home. Still, he was only human, and would frequently fantasize about taking her to bed. They had both noticed that their sexual tension had been building over their years in close proximity to one another, though Kelly was more averse to accepting it, than Henry. Always the faithful wife, Kelly would experience some guilt, when she felt that unmistakable electricity after brushing up against her dark, handsome coworker. Somehow, that guilt would soften when she would also consider her husbands naughty suggestions. Surprisingly, John had been very encouraging of Kelly acting in a flirtatious manner, and seemed to revel in the idea of Henry coming on to her. It confused Kelly, but on a certain level that she tried to conceal, it also excited her.

Thier workplace tension nearly came to a head a few months ago, during an otherwise uneventful lunch break. Kelly and Henry found themselves in the campus food hall, and sitting next to one another as was sometimes the case. They enjoyed a pleasant, causal conversation, which progressed into a discussion on travel.

"John and I have been wanting to try Greece." Kelly offered, taking a bite out of her chicken ceasar wrap.

Henry's eyes lit up in remembrance, "You'll love it. I went a few years ago."

Kelly nodded, still chewing, "Yeah. I actually remember that."

Henry fatefully reached for his phone, and quickly scrolled back through his photo archive until he recognized the thumbnails. He handed the device to Kelly so that she could get a look at some of the beautiful scenery.

She smiled as she swiped through the images, offering an occasional, "Wow." in appreciation of the shots.

Henry heard a sudden gasp, and glanced over at a now wide eyed and blushing Kelly.

"What's wrong?" He asked, genuinely curious.

She handed him the phone, her face red, offering a nervous reply, "I think there's a picture in there that you forgot to move."

Henry frantically swiped back a few images and was hit with a wave of mortification as he saw his own naked body.

"Oh god!" He blurted, out of instinct, perhaps too loudly. A few others at a nearby table were now staring.

He restrained his voice level, adding, "Apologies."

The image was taken by an ex girlfriend, and featured a close up of view of Henry's naked body, and his very large penis. His impressive manhood was in full view, massive and unmistakable. Kelly had a difficult time even processing the size of it. It looked even larger than most of the big ones she had seen in the porn movies that John would tease her with.

He quickly deleted the image.

"Kelly, I'm so sorry! I had no idea-"

She cut him off, managing her own embarrassment, "Henry, it's fine. It was an accident."

"How awkward." Henry's face looked truly distraught. He shook his head, adding, "There's an HR violation if I've ever seen one."

Kelly, amidst her own racing mind, reassured, "Stop worrying Henry. We will just act like this never happened." She added, "I think you know me well enough to know I'm not going to go running to HR, on you of all people."

Henry continued to express a look of disbelief, adding, "Truly embarrassing."

Kelly reiterated, "Henry you have nothing to be embarrassed about." Though she meant the mishap, she realized that comment could easily be taken another way, and her shade of blush returned. She fumbled, "What I meant was-"

Henry sensed her discomfort, and attempted to save her from it, jokingly and loudly interrupting, "So, Greece is excellent!"

Both of them chuckled knowingly, and finished up their lunches in relative silence, though their private thoughts were much less quiet.

Truthfully, that incident was all either of them could think of for the remainder of the day. For Henry, once his embarrassment subsided, he actually found himself delighted by the situation. While true that he wasn't aware of the pictures existence, he was obviously proud of his endowment, and got a thrill over the realization that Kelly was now aware of his size. Additionally, her reaction had interested him, as her wide eyes seemed to indicate that she was very much impressed by what she saw.

He wondered if she would tell her husband about what had happened. Henry had met John several times, and liked the man well enough. He seemed like a good person, and he certainly seemed to care for Kelly. Still, that knowledge didn't deter Henry's underlying sexual craving for Johns wife. Henry's sexual confidence was such that, in his fantasies with Kelly, he would be giving her something that John could never hope to match. It wasn't malicious, or personal, it was simply a natural expectation for Henry. He was an incredible lover, and took a particular thrill in exercising his abilities over other men.

Henry had experience in doing just that. In his college days, he had quite an impressive reputation, which had actually allowed him to develop a sexual relationship with his roommates girlfriend. Henry would often have women over, and wasn't embarrassed to walk around nude in their small dorm room, following his fun. He would even do it when Marks girlfriend, Valerie, was over. He knew that she was secretly envious of his lovers, and he also knew that Valerie and Mark both, were frequently in awe of the sounds he extracted from the women in his bed.

Early in their residence, Mark would become frustrated, angry, and embarrassed, at Henry's bold nudity. "My girlfriends here Henry! Come on man."

Mark was a small guy, out of shape and of little concern to Henry from a physical standpoint. Henry was not prone to being outwardly disrespectful, but he savored the way Valerie would sneak glances at his impressive, bobbing manhood.

"My bad." Henry would offer, exerting no rush to cover himself.

The inevitable happened, after several months in the dorm. Mark was out at class and Valerie had her rear propped up for Henry's thrusting cock, in the top bunk. Henry smiled as he slapped her plump ass, savoring her squeals of pleasure as she cried out exponentially louder than she ever had with Mark in the bunk below. She had whispered to Henry, that morning, that Mark would be okay with it happening.

Henry would never forget the door opening, and the color draining out of Mark's face, his eyes widening as if he'd seen a ghost. Neither Henry nor Valerie relented their urgent thrusts.

"Sorry man. She wanted it." Henry grunted, still fucking his roommates girlfriend. The sounds of sweaty bodies slapping and Valerie's pleasure echoed through the small space.

He only nodded, meekly, "It's okay. I know she did." The roommate awkwardly placed his books down on the desk, and sat on the bunk below, no doubt stunned by the intensity of his girlfriend's moans. Henry had her countless more times, over the span of multiple semesters, and nearly every time Mark would jerk off quietly, as he listened in submission from the bunk below. Those college years had a lasting impact on Henry's sexual prowess, and unflappable confidence.

Ever since those days, Henry had craved the opportunity to exert his sexual dominance over another man, by fucking his wife. It wasn't meant to be mean spirited, or expressed with ill intent. There was simply something sexually honest, and profoundly arousing, about the act of cuckolding another man. Three participants being aware enough to acknowledge that Henry was much better equipped at satisfying the woman than her own husband, and natural human themes of dominance and submission, allowing for nature to take its course.

Still, for as desirable as it might be to repeat that naughty scenario with Kelly and John, this situation was different. For one, Kelly was a long time coworker, and there were inherent pitfalls in that. For two, Henry had no real inclination as to how willing John might be to share his wife, though he did have a suspicion in that regard. Henry sensed something inherently submissive in Kelly's husband, recalling an office party where John sat at their table quietly watching the two of them heavily flirt. Henry smirked as he recalled Johns anxious, wide eyes, as he sat in silence watching as Henry explored Kelly's thighs with his large hands. The wine surely helping to provide the brazen confidence required to subtly feel up his coworker, right in front of her husband.

Kelly couldn't shake the image, nor recent embarrassment, from her mind. She was so distracted by the accident that she actually left work early, under the guise of a dentist appointment. As she drove home, she strangely and intently continued to visualize Henry's penis.

"I can't believe how big-" Kelly stopped her own comment, speaking to no one but herself in the empty car. Kelly had secretly harbored some curiosity over what her long time coworker might be equipped with, especially after her husbands dangerous prodding. Still, Kelly was surprised by how striking a resonance Henry's penis had caused, and felt embarrassed by her own wandering thoughts. A strange sensation coursed through her loins as she wondered how something like that might feel inside of her. She shook her head violently, desperate to eradicate the consideration from her mind. 'A wife, and mother of two, shouldn't have these thoughts!', she admonished herself, not quite buying in to her own criticism.

Kelly knew that her own husband obviously harbored cuckolding fantasies, and that those same fantasies caused him some embarrassment. Still, John would often allow comments to slip out after several glasses of wine. Sometimes, those comments would even include Henry, John having come to terms with the obvious attraction between his wife and her coworker, many years ago. That workplace attraction had initially driven John mad with jealousy, and caused several fights between he and his wife. In recent years, however, he found himself horribly consumed by the thought of his wife succumbing to that very same attraction that had initially embarrassed him. Kelly loved her husband, and acquiesced to some of his fantasies by teasing and admitting that she found Henry attractive, not that she could ever go through with such a taboo act. Though, she couldn't help but admit to herself, "If I ever was to sleep with another man, I would absolutely want it to be with Henry." She thought of him now, as her eyes scanned the traffic in front of her. She exhaled deeply, as her nipples began to harden.

It was later that evening, after some wine, when Kelly finally worked up the courage to tell John about Henry's accidental exposure. Her husband was instantaneously rabid and consumed by the revelation, but he too, had to work up the courage to ask questions about it.

"Big." She blushed as she admitted, sending John spiraling as his terrifying fantasy somehow became instantly more tangible.

"What did you think of it?" He heard himself ask.

"It made me curious." Kelly admitted, surprising herself by how easily she answered. She knew that she was only able to speak so candidly given the extensive history of her husbands teasing, with some honest help from the wine, lubricating her filter.

Her words nearly caused John to jump through the roof, his small penis immediately stirring alive. It was almost as if he couldn't believe his ears, a deviants dream come true.

"Curious about what?" He answered.

Kelly blushed, "Stop. You know what."

"Henry's cock?" Her husband, absurdly, replied.

She nodded, a bizarre excitement coursing through her. Her blush deepened.

John was beside himself, delirious, "You are the sexiest woman alive."

Kelly couldn't help but laugh, "Because I'm curious about another mans cock?" The long term wife couldn't believe that they were having this discussion.

John ripped her panties down her legs, which startled and excited Kelly. "Yes." Her husband replied. She instinctively began spreading open for him.

"What specifically are you curious about?" John continued, crawling down to Kelly's beautiful pussy, and planting kisses along her puffy, pale mound. Johns intense excitement continued to increase, as he noticed how wet and ready his wife was.