My story may surprise some and hopefully be understood by others,I am 59 yrs old and Jane my wife a well preserved 60. We met when she was 40 yrs old, and have by and large had a very happy marriage, the only thing that marred my happiness was the knowledge that before we met , Jane had had a West Indian boyfriend.I discovered this by accident, when rummaging in the attic, I came across a pack of photos of a black man. I immediately felt a pang of fear ,and when my wife came home from work, I decided to confront her with my find, her face was ashen, and she muttered the time honoured platitudes that it was nothing and all a mistake. I explained that from my point of view everything had changed and I felt like shit. That evening we talked about it in depth, and like a dog with a bone, I kept asking more and more untill I asked the big one, was he well hung? yes my wife replied he was, but said that had nothing to do with it. Eventually I decided that I would have to come to terms with the situation,and get on with life, the next 20 yrs slipped by with it allways being there, but supressed. Then 6 months ago I started talking to Jane,about it having assured her that I was no longer bitter just curious, at first she was very nervous about opening old sores, but bit by bit started telling me what I had never dared ask, When she described his dick, she said she could not really remember its size so I asked her to estimate it on a ruler, and to my amazement she thought it to be about 10 inches, for the next week I found that far from being jealous I felt so sexed up that I was coming torrents, My wife who had allways dreaded any mention of her black ex boyfriend started to see the change in me , and said if it makes you feel happy to talk about it then do so.The months past and to my surprise the expected emotional crash never came.I still found the knowledge of my wife taking a 10 inch black cock so exciting, and the fact that my own is only a standard issue 6 incher only added to the pleasure.Then events realy took an amazing course, Jane went to London to see some old girl chums, and on her return, told me that one of them still kept some contact with Errol, her long lost black boyfriend,On hearing this my heart was racing, and for the next week I joked with Jane about the prospect of meeting him, and said that it would really lay the ghosts once and for all.After endless pressure, sherelented saying "I will get a phone number for him and you can jolly well speak to him, because I dont want to".The number was duly proccured and with some apprehension I dialled it, after a few rings a surprisingly english voice answered,and identified himself as Errol. the upshot of it was, that Errol agreed that if my wife could be made to comply, I would invite him to stay for a weekend. I then set about convincing my wife that it would be nothing more than a social visit, with me getting to know the man who had allways been my nemisis.She finally agreed and the visit was arranged for a fortnights time. When the big day came I was light headed with excitement, and right on time having followed my directions a car swept onto our drive, then there he was, a tall, still slim man of about 60 with white hair but still erect and fit looking.That evening after dinner, we chatted, he in the full knowledge that I knew everything about his past relationship with Jane . Errol and I were quite relaxed, but Jane was decidedly uncomfortable, but by late evening sufficient drink had been consumed for everyone to relax, eventually bedtime arrived and Jane retired first, when she was in bed I had a further drink with Errol and then said you must have guessed why I asked you here. yes he said Jane is missing the black bamboo, I replied that it was more a case of me fullfilling a fantasy, to which he chuckled and said why do all you whitemen have such a big thing about us blacks, I told him what Jane had said about the size of his dick and was it true, with that Errol stood up and unzipped his flies, and uncoiled a drooping black snake that looked even bigger than I had anticipated.I said " Right Errol my old mate, the choice is yours get in and show Jane what she has missed , and if its going ok I would like to watch," with that we both stripped and entered her bedroom, Jane was sat up in bed reading, and when she saw Errol she let out a gasp and dropped her book, then looked at me in horror," please I said, relax and do it for me, it is so important," I then positioned myself at the base of the bed and Errol advanced with his still limp cock looking very long and fleshy, Jane looked at me again and I said," go on give it a kiss", without any further reservation Jane grasped the great cock and wanked it for a few seconds then took it to her lips, after a pause she began to mouth the first 4 inches or so, and Errol began to stiffen, but not enough for penetration, so Jane sucked him some more but still the mighty black snake would not arise, so with my excitement mounting I decided that it was my turn, and quickly entered Jane and soon shot a load of come , when I had finished Jane again started sucking Errol, and I said I was retiring to the spare room and leaving them to it. the next morning I was awoken by Jane who had crept in beside me, and related to me a tale of Errols erectile failures, and that he had said that it was no use, but he still liked to try. anyway we spent the rest of the weekend as friends, and on the last night I watched as Jane again sucked him to almost full hard and then got it in for a while but only with a bend in the middle so I now feel that having a big dick , black or white is no use if you cant get a boner, but it was really sexy watching Janes best efforts to coax it into life, and Errol realy was a surprisingly nice guy, who will remain a friend.