Even from the start, I knew I didn't measure up. Her first husband, she had shyly told me, was close to eight inches, and her first boyfriend had nearly ten. I measured in at a mere six inches, and it was clear she liked them long and hard and thick. I knew I had to give her the chance to enjoy what she'd had before, although I wasn't sure I could handle letting her fuck anyone, especially someone with a monster cock. But I understood I had no choice but to find a lover for her who could measure up to the over-eight inches she preferred. I wasn't sure where to look, but I was determined. I actually dreamed, on occasion, of seeing her being fucked by a mammoth cock.
I shopped around in swinger's magazines and online, but nothing seemed to work. I even asked a guy at work if he knew of anyone with a lot in his shorts and he just smiled and asked what I wanted with that. I told him what I had in mind and he laughed. "You want to give the old lady a big-dick for mother's day, eh?" I nodded and felt like a fool admitting I wanted a big cock for my wife. I told him she was such a wonderful woman that I wanted to give her whatever she wanted. He said it was nice of me to do that, but that I should be careful. I understood what he meant, but she deserved whatever I could give her. I was so lucky to have her in my life.
A week or so later i met Anthony. He is six something and wears a wide smile, has enormous hands and feet, and is almost certain to be gifted in the horse cock department. He is very likable and easy to talk to. He is also black. I decided the best thing to do was to come right out with it, so I asked him to lunch and explained what I wanted.
His smiled broadened and he said, "You want to give the little lady some big, black dick?" I nodded. "I can help with that," he said. "I've fucked a number of white wives for guys with little dicks. Have you told her that's what you're planning?" I explained that I hadn't mentioned it to her, and said I wasn't sure if she'd go for it.
I invited him to the house for dinner, said we'd just see how it worked out, see if it seemed like maybe she'd go for it. He agreed and we set it up for the next Saturday. All I could think about for the next week was that big cock of his pushing into her white pussy. It was clear to me that she preferred a big cock, after all, she had them in her past. Her first boyfriend, her ex, she occasionally talked about him on occasion and it was clear she still had feelings for him. His name was Henry, she had once told me after sex that he had over eight inches hard, and as she told me she was excited and got a dreamy look on her face. I figured she probably dreamed of having one of those big dicks in her once again.
