Years ago, before my wife and I moved South, she used to fuck a black guy I called “Big Mike.”

As you might imagine, Big Mike had a big cock. That thing was the biggest cock I’d ever seen in real life, and Daisy claimed it was the biggest cock she’d ever had inside her. It was huge. How he didn’t pass-out when he got hard was a mystery to me.

He let me hold it once. It was like holding one of those salami logs hanging from the ceiling of an Italian deli. It wasn’t that I was excited by Big Mike’s cock... it was that being in the same room with such an anatomical giant was EXCITING.

They say a human penis of average size weighs approximately one hundred grams. I don’t know if that’s true or not, but Big Mike was most definitely well above average - and I’m almost certain his cock weighed significantly more than one hundred grams. It weighed at least as much as my wife’s biggest dildo, and that dong was a foot long length of solid silicone.

So I was surprised when my wife agreed to try anal with Big Mike. She wasn’t such a butt slut back then. She’d done it with me and with other guys, but it wasn’t a regular “thing” for her like it is now. It was a big deal when she did it, and it was a REALLY big deal that she agreed to try with Big Mike. He’d been asking her and since she liked Big Mike she agreed to try.

She couldn’t do it. She could do it now, no problem - but back then she couldn’t do it. He was just too big. I was worried he’d tear something - she was that stretched-out. She got him inside her - right down to the root of his cock, balls deep - his pubic hair grinding against her straining sphincter... but they didn’t fuck. She was pretty much zonked on amyl nitrate, but it didn’t relax her enough so Big Mike could fuck her in the ass.

I was recently reminded of our old friend Big Mike. Daisy and I were in our bedroom, and I was fucking her in the ass. She was on her back on our bed with a pillow under her lumbar, butt at the bottom left corner. I was leaning hard on the back of her thighs and ploughing her good - thrusting lustily and with a regular rhythm. Daisy was looking at her phone - scrolling through playlists, trying to find something that “fit the mood” ...totally unfazed by my sexual efforts.

It’s humbling - that indifference, but it’s also a turn-on for me.

Suddenly, something came-on that reminded me of Big Mike. Some Hip-Hop something we used to listen to when we were with him.

“Leave it there,” I said.

Daisy looked at me, “Really? But you hate Hip-Hop.”

“Leave it there,” I said - pushing deep, mashing my hips against my wife’s fat ass, “Makes me think of Big Mike.”

Daisy laughed with unmistakable fondness, “Makes you think of Michael!?!” She never called him anything other than “Michael.” Not Mike, and definitely not Big Mike - just Michael.

She set her phone aside - still playing the Hip-Hop something, and then reached down and spread her butt cheeks wider so I could push deeper. She smiled affectionately at me, and watched my face as I began to fuck her ass again.

“Goddamn,” I said, “He had a huge cock.”

Daisy smiled and closed her eyes. She put her right hand down between her legs and gently began to rub her clitoris in a slow clockwise motion.

“I’d like to watch him fuck your ass now,” I said, “You could take him... couldn’t you?”

Daisy opened her eyes and looked at me, “Sure... I could take him now.” With her left hand she began pulling on her stiffened left nipple while continuing to slowly rub her clit with her right.

“You kept in touch with him... didn’t you?” I said.

“On social media,” She said, “He’s still in Oakland. He’s not really that active anymore. His mama died during COVID.”

I shifted my grip from her thighs to the backs of her knees - looked down at my cock slowly sliding in and out of my wife’s asshole. “Yeah..." I said, “I’d like to watch Big Mike’s cock stretch your asshole out.”

Daisy said, “I thought you wanted to fuck..."

I looked at her, “I do,” I said, “We are.”

“Seems to me like you’re distracted,” Daisy said, “Shut-up about Michael and fuck me.”

So I did.

Later... after we’d both cum and cuddled for a bit, cleaned-up and gotten ready for bed...

Daisy was reading - her glasses on the end of her nose. She was still naked - her tits sagging to each side of her chest. I was naked too, laying on my stomach facing my wife, arms under the pillow under my face.

I said, “I didn’t mean to get distracted.”

Daisy said, “I know..." Not looking away from her book.

“Still... I’d like to watch Big Mike just... fucking... WRECK you.”

Daisy turned to look at me then, “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” I said.

“You did a pretty good job of wrecking me tonight,” Daisy said - turning back to her book.

“I don’t think I’m enough,” I said, “You need Big Mike.”

“You’re enough,” Daisy said, “I don’t need to go dig Michael out.”

I sighed resignedly.

We went quiet for several moments. Daisy read. I shut my eyes and tried to stop thinking about Big Mike pounding his enormous cock up my wife’s ass. I could imagine his sweaty forehead, his flexing glutes - my wife’s grimaces, her grunts and her groans...

Daisy said, “I can reach-out to him if you want... see if he’s still available. It’s been a long time though, Whoopsie... it might come off as weird.”