I met my husband on a Monday night. He proposed to me on Tuesday night, and by Friday afternoon we were married. Early that Friday evening, I lost my virginity to another man while my husband watched. And now me and my husband, Ray, were looking for an apartment. As we looked through the paper, I mentioned to Ray that Carl, the man I lost my virginity to, should move in with us. Ray looked at me surprised and happy, and he agreed.
I called Carl and told him that Ray and I wanted him to go apartment shopping with us. Carl liked the idea of living with us. My husband worked a schedule that had him working three swing shifts, three graveyard shifts and then he had three days off. Carl worked Monday through Friday and had weekends off. I told Carl that since I had lost my virginity to him, and that he'd also consummated our marriage, that I saw him as very special and important to me and to Ray.
I was eighteen. Ray was nineteen. And Carl was thirty-one. My husband had been with only two other women before me. Carl had been with several women, one of them being my sister-in-law. Carl's cock dwarfed my husband's. And I actually preferred Carl's cock to my husband's. As did my sister-in-law, Claire.
Although Carl had he biggest cock that me or my sister-in-law had ever had, he was very gentle, well, most of the time. Okay, sometimes. When my sister-in-law, Claire, found out that Carl had taken my virginity, and he was now moving in with us, she was excited for me, and for Carl and Ray.
Claire shared with me that her first sexual experience had been with an older black man, as well. She told me that my brother, Jeff, although above average in length, was thinner than she preferred. I told Claire that my mother's boyfriend had been black, too. Claire told me that she and my mother had talked and shared stories, and that my mother had told her that my father had enjoyed watching her and her boyfriend, when he got to.
Claire told me that Jeff had always wanted another woman to move in with them, and that she'd always wanted another man to live with them. Jeff wasn't really into watching her with other men, and when they swung it was always in separate rooms. Claire told me that every relationship is different, and that each couple makes their own rules. And that's what me and Ray and Carl needed to do.
Claire asked me how big Ray was, and I told her that he was smaller than her son. Claire laughed than apologized for laughing. She then asked me if Ray at least knew how to use what he had. I told her that I had only been with Ray the one time, and that he only lasted three thrusts before he got off. Claire told me that she and Jeff had kind of expected that to be the case, and that was why they gave me Carl's number.
I told Claire that after my mother and her boyfriend died, and my father remarried, that my father never seemed happy. Claire told me that my father had told her that he wished that his new wife would swing, but she wasn't into it. Claire added that if Jeff asked her to be monogamous that she could do it, but it's not something she would want.
Claire told me that being a military, swinger wife gave her opportunities to be with many men. She told me that as time goes on that I would find out that a lot of military wives are in open marriages, or that they and their husbands are swingers. Claire told me that I would find that most men aren't as big as Carl, but that there were a lot of men worth getting with.
Claire asked me if Ray had interests, sexually, in other women. I told her that Ray was gay and that he preferred men. Claire told me that Ray being gay wasn't really that bad, because she didn't really like hooking up with other women. When she and Jeff had hooked up with another woman, she always felt left out. And she liked the extra attention that other men gave her.
Claire agreed that Carl was special, but that he hooked up with a lot of women. She suggested I try other men, too. And that maybe the barracks might be a good place to start. Claire told me to talk with both Carl and Ray and find out what the three of us want our relationship to look like and be.
As we looked at apartments, me, Carl and Ray talked about our relationship. Although Ray was my husband, legally, I told him that I felt that Carl, having been my first, and that he'd consummated our marriage, was more my husband than he was. Ray agreed. We all agreed that we would look for a two bedroom apartment. One bedroom would be mine and Carl's, and the other room would be Ray's.
It might sound weird to some people that I would be married to one man and sleeping with another. But Ray knew that I preferred sex with Carl, and I knew that Ray was still interested in sleeping with other men. Carl told me that he expected me to have sex with other men, and there would be times when he would bring other men to the house to have sex with me.
I have to be honest. I wasn't sure what to think about what Carl had told me. I did love having sex with him. And I also saw him pretty much as my husband. And now he was telling me that he was going to share me with other men. The thought did intrigue me, but it also scared me a little.
