He wishes he had a bigger penis. So did both of his wives.
Chapter 1
Nancy Johnson's sweat-drenched, naked body was still twitching from the wonderful orgasms her husband had given her. Henry was feeling pretty pleased with himself, even though his short cock had not been the star of their performance. Henry's erections were just a bit less than five inches long. As usual, he had ejaculated prematurely into Nancy's steaming pussy, and so he had brought her to orgasm first with his mouth, and then again with her seven-inch dildo.
He quietly savored the lingering taste of his sperm, still in his mouth. He genuinely loved to eat his wife after they had intercourse, and it often brought his wife to a climax. Of all the ways two people can have sex, eating his wife seemed the most tender, most loving. No banging and bumping, no heaving and thrusting, just licking and nibbling her labia and clitoris. Eating a woman's cunt is a most special kind of worship, and eating a creampie is like some sort of sacrament.
But even after Henry's oral skills satisfied Nancy they always reached for "Jerome" to bring her over the finish line. Jerome never disappointed them. Naming her reliable plastic penis had been Henry's idea, and he confessed to his wife that he took particular pleasure, when surfing for porn, in interracial cuckold videos. Nancy let it go -- she couldn't imagine herself ever cheating on her husband, or caring about a man's ethnicity. But if Henry thought Jerome sounded like an African-American name, who cares?
After all, she had come up with a name, too, for Henry's penis. Because he always told her that his dick at full-erection was "a little bit less than five inches," she affectionately called his cock "Little Bit." Face to face on their sides in their bed, they shared a loving look at each other.
Henry spoke first, "See, you need a bigger cock."
"No," Nancy said, "YOU need a bigger cock. But I love you deeply even though Little Bit can't love me very deeply." They both laughed at her play on words.
They soon fell asleep together, but Henry knew that, sooner or later, his dick problem was going to require a solution.
Again. Because Little Bit had *always* been a problem.
Chapter 2
Theirs was a second marriage; both of their first marriages ended in divorce. By itself, this coincidence would be pretty unremarkable. Fully a quarter of all marriages nowadays were between two previously married adults in their 30s or 40s. Nancy and Henry, however, were a remarkably unique case -- their ex-spouses married each other, too.
Nancy and her first husband, Christopher, had one child, a daughter named Kristal. The family lived in the same town as Henry, his first wife, Terry, and their two sons, Orion and Marshall.
When Nancy came home early one day and caught her husband and Henry's wife in bed together, she filed immediately for divorce. Christopher had been unfaithful to Nancy several times before, and they had previously undergone marriage counseling and other measures. Nothing could keep Christopher's dick in his pants, and when he bagged her friend Terry, Nancy threw in the towel. She hired a divorce attorney the next day. Nancy got the house, full custody of their daughter, then 16 years old, and adequate alimony.
Henry, however, while shattered and humiliated by Terry's slutty behavior, was willing to let it go and remain married. Terry, like Christopher, was also a serial offender, but Henry had come to accept that his wife needed more sex than he could typically provide. He was willing to turn a blind eye to Terry's carnal escapades for several years, and Terry, knowing a good thing when she saw it, had always nurtured Henry's cuckold fantasies to keep him attached.
So while sexual misbehavior like Terry's might have caused some marriages to collapse, it was actually what followed - Nancy's divorce of Christopher -- that set in motion the end of Henry and Terry's troubled marriage. Henry had tolerated Terry's infidelity as long as it was anonymous and discreet.
To Henry, anonymous meant that he didn't want to know who Terry slept with. He didn't want to hear about her dalliances from her, or from other people. Terry and Henry had worked creampies into their sexual dynamic, and when Henry licked Terry's labia clean, he thrilled at not knowing the name of that day's sperm donor. It seemed easier to enjoy being a cuckold if he was being bettered by men whose names he didn't know. Once one of her bosses humiliated Henry at a holiday office party. Henry noticed that Frank was showing the other guys some photos on his phone, and they all burst into laughter and turned their heads to look at Terry. Later one of the other men told Henry that Frank had nude pictures on his phone -- of Terry. Frank had told the men that he'd nailed Terry months earlier at an out-of-town seminar. "Your wife had Frank's cock in her mouth, Henry. And she was smiling for the camera. Jesus, he's hung, too. No wonder."
Discreet, to Henry, meant that he didn't want his family, friends, or co-workers to know he was sexually subservient to Terry. As the Christopher debacle showed, Terry wasn't always discreet. She tried to open her legs to strangers, but all too often a friend of Henry's got a chance to sample his wife's treasures. Some were talented enough, or exceptionally well-enough hung, to be invited back again and again.
In many ways, Henry and Terry had been a happy couple. Terry loved being married to a steady, supportive man who made few demands on her, sexual or otherwise. It was like having a terrific roommate who was not only a pleasure to spend time with, but who paid all the bills and didn't nag you about leaving dirty dishes in the sink. And who ate your pussy.
No, what toppled Henry and Terry's house of cards was Christopher. Free of Nancy, he was living his bachelor fantasies and screwing every woman he could. It was only a matter of time before he came back for more Terry. The first afternoon he showed up on her doorstep Terry actually closed the door in his face. The second time, she let him in. He soon came every afternoon, and the previously promiscuous Terry became a one-man woman. Well, a one penis woman -- she still loved Henry, but not enough to honor their agreement.
Christopher was such an arrogant prick that just couldn't resist humiliating Henry. It wasn't good enough for Christopher that he knew Henry willingly sucked Christopher's jizz from between Terry's thighs. It wasn't good enough to know that Terry's pussy had become completely his.
No, Christopher needed Henry to *know* her pussy was his. In a spectacular case of bad judgment, Terry agreed to let Henry come home from work and catch them in the act. The lovers pretended to be surprised when Henry came in and found Terry mounting Christopher on their living room sofa. Terry rolled off of Christopher's large wet cock and taunted Henry with it. She theatrically sucked it, and pumped it with her hands, and directed his ejaculation all over her breasts. They planned to entice Henry to seal his submission by licking Christopher's sperm off of her chest while Christopher watched.
Henry sank into the nearest chair and tried to collect himself. His eyes began to tear up and he started to hyperventilate. Terry smiled at him and invited him to come close to her. "Join us, honey, we want to include you for a change. Come to Momma, baby." She opened her free arm in a welcoming gesture.
Only later would Henry really appreciate how close he had been at that moment to doing their bidding. He'd eaten Christopher's sperm before. Licking it from a different part of his wife's body would not be a great leap. And only years later would Henry realize that he ran out of his former house that day not because he was angry, but because he was afraid he, too, would succumb to Christopher's cock.
But in the moment Henry only knew that his wife had destroyed everything and he needed to let her go. A few hours later, from his motel room, he phoned Nancy to get the divorce lawyer's contact information.
And so the second marriage was destroyed, and all four of them were free. Henry's divorce attorney used Terry's notorious sexual behavior against her in court and kept the alimony award minimal. Jordan and Orion were then 16 and 17, and while Terry sought custody the judge sided with their father.
A year and a half later Christopher married Terry, and Henry married Nancy, and the town could once again talk of almost nothing else for months.
Christopher loved being the town's most-notorious stud. He made a pretty big jerk out of himself by scanning every female face he passed for signs of lustful yearning. Few women were that shallow, but a few were curious about that cock he boasted about. Terry didn't care one way or the other what people thought but did enjoy the leering stares of the men she passed, especially when they had their frumpy wives on their arms yet drooled anyway. Henry was deeply ashamed that most of the adults in town pitied him for having such a small penis that his wife was never satisfied. But, perversely, the shame made him excited. Sometimes he noticed pitying looks on the sidewalk. Other times a passing man or woman would try discreetly to check out his crotch, where Little Bit stood rigid in Henry's tightie-whiteys.
There were many things Henry could have learned from the story of his marriage and divorce. He could have gained insight about what he wanted, and what he needed, and what he shouldn't want. He could have learned that people change, grow, and sometimes grow apart. That some people lie and cheat, while others don't. But, sadly, of all the lessons Henry could have learned, he decided that he needed a bigger cock.
Chapter 3
The day after Henry and Nancy's pillow-talk exchange about "you need a bigger cock" he began a campaign to make a few changes in their marriage. His first marriage had crashed and burned mainly because "Little Bit" couldn't satisfy Terry. Henry's first mistake now was to think Nancy might do likewise.
First, he bought and presented to Nancy "Jerome's big brother," an ebony-colored nine-inch vibrator. Nancy was both amused and excited, and told Henry she was going to name her "new black lover". She decided on the name of the famous strong black man from a century-old folk song: John Henry.
She started to playfully tease "Little Henry," rubbing the vibe against her husband's real erection. She slathered KY lube on both of them and held the two cocks together, moving them against each other as if they were fucking. Henry's real dick exploded after only three or four minutes of Nancy's manipulation against the vibrator.
Most of his semen had landed on his wife's hands, and she scraped it off onto John Henry before holding the vibe to her husband's mouth. "Lick up your mess, Little Bit," she taunted him. When he did as she told him, she brought Jerome up between her thighs to pleasure herself. "Jerome is going to open me up for John Henry," she moaned, her passion rising. I've never had a dick this big. I hope he's not too much for me."
Nancy then switched her two hands, bringing the new vibrator to her crotch and the familiar seven-inch dildo to her husband's lips. "Jerome is all dirty now, Little Bit. I got pussy all over him." And without actually telling Henry to clean it, she rubbed it back and forth across his pursed lips while he did exactly that.
Inserting John Henry, she quickly discovered, was going to be a job for two hands, so Nancy asked Henry to hold Jerome like a lollipop and she turned her full attention to the new big black toy. Her cunt hadn't had anything this size since the birth of her daughter, Kristal, 18 years before.
