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An Excellent Provider, Except...[ Another in a series of interracial cuckoldry scenarios! ]I had known for a while that my wife did not find me sexually satisfying. In fact, I'd known that, even before we got married, but we'd established a closeness, even an intimacy that neither one of us wanted to discard, so we set down and hashed out an agreement, an understanding, that though we were going to be 'husband and wife', in a legal sense (as well as emotionally), that sex was not going to be the sole, and exclusive prerogative, for me as Cynthia's husband; and I accepted that right from the beginning.In 1987 Cynthia and I became acquainted with another married couple, Mike and Jan were their names. Mike was five or six years older than Jan. The interesting thing about them, which is what had interested Cynthia especially, was they were into the cuckold lifestyle, and especially the interracial cuckold lifestyle. I don't remember just how Cynthia first discovered Mike and Jan, and their intriguing lifestyle, but she was very eager for us to meet them; and after some back and forth, we did just that.Jan was a tall, 'statuesque' blond, with a nice figure. Mike was somewhat shorter than her, with some graying hair just starting to show up around his temples. They were an interesting couple. Right off the bat, and without the slightest hint of embarrassment, Mike came right out and admitted that he and Jan rarely had sex (though that they once had done so, but all that changed after she discovered the allure of black cock; and the bigger the better). Soon, his sex life had devolved into camera man/voyeur. "But, hell," Mike had quipped, in his slightly gravelly, husky voice, "it 'aint every guy that gets to see his wife get some seriously big black cock. Ya know? And I 'aint complaining, either. Jan's a good woman, and I'm one lucky son-of-a-bitch that she IS my wife!" As he'd said that, Jan leaned over and patted him on the hand smiling happily as she did. "Well," she said,"I think I'M pretty lucky, too!" She said. "It's hard to find a guy like Mike! It's not every husband who'd be as understanding and supportive as my Mike is with me!"Mike and Jan were completely open about their unconventional life as a married couple, and Cynthia and I were impressed; and thanks bahis siteleri (http://www.nebme.com/) to their unashamed openness with us, we eventually started telling them about our own growing interest in cuckolding, and interracial cuckolding in particular.Jan gave us a big, friendly smile, and she glanced at Mike; and he smiled back at her. Mike said: "Oh my! Here we go, honey" (speaking to Jan), "we got ourselves another one!""Another one, what?" I asked."Mike means another married white couple interested in that holy grail of all holy grail's (for white women, at least) BIG black cock.""Jan told me," Mike interjected, " that Cynthia and she have been chatting back and forth about that. So," he said, looking at me, "are YOU into this? That's the bigger question. 'Cuz, if you're not sure about this, then ya better quit now. You're either into it, or you 'aint. Isn't that Jan?""Mike's right," she said. "This whole thing's got to be what you both want, 100%, or it'll never work; or," she said with a slight pause, "not for very long.""I'm okay with it," I answered. "I mean, this is something Cynthia and I have talked and talked about since from before we were even married. Plus, even though I love my wife very much, I got a small cock, and I'm not the successful stud I might otherwise be. She needs more than I can give, in other words. It's just a fact. I'm not angry with anyone about that. It just is what it is; and I want to give Cynthia the freedom to enjoy herself sexually. That's important to me. I'd be a total selfish asshole if I was to try and forbid that."Jan gave me a smile as I finished saying that. Then, turning to look at my wife, she said: "You got yourself a good man, Cynthia. Hang on to him! He and Mike are a rare breed of men, and an even rarer breed of husband. Don't let him slip away, girl!"Cynthia and I turned to look at each other for a moment, and after I gave her hand an affectionate squeeze, I said: "Do you think you and Jan could help find Cynthia the kind of guy who could satisfy her sexually?"Mike gave a guffaw, and smiling over at Jan, he said: "Oh, I'm pretty sure that can be arranged! Right, honey?"Jan smiled, and said: "There's no problem with that. Mike and I know a bunch of guys, black guys ('cuz that's all I'M interested in), who could easily canlı bahis siteleri (http://www.nebme.com/) do what you just asked!"Hearing her say that, and seeing the smile on her face, I felt a sudden surge of my pulse, and with that, as I sat there, I also felt my cock stiffening behind my trousers zipper. Also, there was that unmistakable feeling of 'butterflies' in my stomach. I looked at Cynthia, and she had the most curious expression on her face."So, are you really interested in fucking a black guy?" Jan asked Cynthia. "Or is this just a fantasy? Because if it's just that, Mike and I aren't interested in going any further with this. Okay?"My wife sat there in silence for a moment or so, and then, looking back over at me, I said: "I'm fine with this, babe. It's your choice, ultimately. I'll support you whatever you decide. If this is something you want, then so do I. Okay?" I gave her hand another squeeze as an act of further reassurance. Then she turned to face Mike and Jan, and she said: "This is more than just a fantasy. This is something I definitely want to do." Her emphasis on the word 'want' seemed to clinch the deal for both Mike and Jan."Good!" Mike said. "Jan and I were just wanting to make sure you were (both of you) serious about this. We've had couples contact us saying they wanted to do this sort of thing, only to either drop out, or just never show up again after making definite plans. So we just wanted to make sure you both were sure.""Since this is Cynthia's first time," Jan said, "I know just the right guy. His name is Francis. He's around your age" (she was speaking to Cynthia), "and he's really nice. I have a photograph of him if you'd like to see it." Cynthia, and I both, were definitely interested in seeing it, and Jan withdrew it from a file folder she had with her, and handed to Cynthia, who, in turn, handed it to me to see."What do you think of him?" an asked my wife."He's handsome.""He is sure that," Jan replied. then she handed her another photograph, this one was of Francis' cock; erect. "So what about this? It's Francis fully erect."I leaned over to get a look at it as Cynthia held it. It was, in a word: 'Massive.' In fact, I'd never seen such a big cock, ever! It was nearly as long as Cynthia's forearm, and almost (but not quite) as big around canlı bahis (http://www.nebme.com/) as her wrist!I guess Mike and Jan were pleased at our expressions, because they both laughed."He got him one BIG fucking cock, don't he?!" Mike said, directing the comment to me, but to Cynthia as well."It's--big!" I replied."It's HUGE!" Mike corrected me."I didn't know a guys cock be so big," I heard Cynthia say as she handed Jan the photograph."That's 'cuz you got yourself a small-dick white husband, honey," Jan said.What she said didn't feel like an insult to me. It felt like the truth!"Sorry!" Jan said, glancing my way for a second."No problem," I assured her. "You didn't say anything that wasn't the truth."She gave me a smile. "Good. It's best when everyone agrees about the facts of the matter."So, before Cynthia and I left Mike and Jan's house, they gave us quick tour of the room where they did their filming, and where all sorts of white married couples, and a few single women, had come to explore the joys of interracial cuckolding, and some truly BIG black cocks.Standing there, I could almost smell the sex in the air, and feel the energy of lots and lots of vigorous fucking that had taken place right there on the bed in front of us. I had several mental images of Cynthia laying there with some big black guy with his big black cock buried deep in her pussy, and I felt my cock starting to get hard again.Jan came up and gave Cynthia a warm hug, and then, leaning back to look her in the face, she said: "I am going to make sure that you have the best fuck you have ever had in your whole life. Okay?""Sounds...good," Cynthia said."And don't worry," Jan said to me as well, still holding my wife in her embrace, "I think your'e going to have almost (almost) as much fun as Cynthia seeing that transpire! I've seen a lot of guys come through here, and I got a sense about who the real cucks are and those who are just wannabes; and I think you are the real deal. But, we'll soon see."At the door, as we were leaving, Jan gave Cynthia a warm kiss, right on the mouth, and though it surprised Cynthia, she didn't pull back."Jan's gonna make this a memorable occasion for you, too, buddy," Mike said. "Don't you worry about that. Your in good hands. Very good hands."We left having made plans on going back over there at the end of the week (it was Tuesday). As we did, and as we drove away, I asked Cynthia how she was feeling about it.She said, without a pause: "I can hardly wait!"Truthfully, neither could I!The End (of part 1)