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.
