My name is Amber. I'm new to Literotica. I know that Literotica is supposed to be stories, but aren't our lives a string of stories. Sure, there are fictional stories, but there are also true stories, like I intend to write here. The thing is that when I tell my stories, and state that they're true, many people think I'm making up stories. My life is my life, and it may not be like your life has been, but my life is still my life, and everything I write here is going to be from the pages of my life.
I was eighteen and living with my oldest brother, his wife and my nephew on base on Anderson Air Force base, Guam. Although my brother and his wife were swingers, I was still a virgin. I met my husband on a Monday night at the base Airmen's club. We talked and drank and he came to my brother's house that night.
I had forgotten that I was supposed to watch my nephew for the night, because my brother and his wife were hooking up with another couple at their house.
Me and my future husband necked and kissed and did everything but have actual sex. I did let him finger me, though. And when he pulled out his cock, I was perplexed. My future husband's cock was shorter than my seven year old nephew's, and his cock was not as thick as my nephew's was, either. I'd seen all three of my brothers naked, and they all had much bigger cocks than my future husband had.
My future husband didn't stay long after we played around, but we did meet at the park the following night. We kissed and necked, but that was it. And all of the sudden, out of the blue, my future husband asked me, "So, you want to marry me?" I knew that since he was in the military that meant security. So, I answered, "What the hell?" And we got married that Friday morning.
My future husband and I had known each other less than a week, and we hadn't even had sex, but we were getting married. My brother and his wife were our witnesses at the Justice of the Peace. Just after Ray and I said our vows and kissed, I thanked my brother and his wife for being there for us. My brother hugged me and then handed me a piece of paper with a guy's name on it and the guy's phone number. I asked my brother what it was, and he said, "Just in case wonder boy can't do his marital duty." My brother's wife leaned over and whispered to me, "Trust me, he's good, really good."
After we got married, me and my husband drove to the hotel. Well, almost to the hotel. On the way we got a flat, and the spare was flat, too. So, I called the guy's number that my brother had given me. I told the guy, that I found out was named Carl, what had happened and he was there helping out in less than twenty minutes. Carl introduced himself to us and leaned in and whispered to me that he'd done threesomes with my brother and his wife. And he told me that he was glad that I called.
Carl was tall, dark skinned, muscular and was quite the sweet talker. My husband, Ray, insisted on getting the tire fixed. So, Carl offered to take me to the hotel and then come back and he would take my husband to get the tire fixed.
On the way to the hotel, Carl told me that there was no way that, if I was his wife, he'd send me off with another guy on our wedding day, because "You never know what the other guy might want or what he might do." Partially out of naivety and partially because I wanted to know, I asked, "And what might this other guy want? And what might he do?" Carl smiled and said, "That's up to you." Carl put his hand on my thigh and then asked me what I'd be willing to do.
I shyly smiled and told Carl that I'd never actually done anything more than just kiss and neck with guys. Carl cocked his head, "You mean you're still a virgin?" I nodded. Carl then asked me, "So, you and your husband haven't done the nasty, yet?" I shook my head, silently. Carl, with a broad smile across his face, said, "Maybe, before I go back to get your husband . . ." I asked Carl, "So, what would you do if I was your new bride?" Carl moved his hand further up my thigh and said, "If you were my wife, once we got into our hotel room, you wouldn't be a virgin any longer."
Carl waited while I checked me and Ray in. And he helped me take our luggage to our room. While I was checking me and Ray in, the lady at the counter said, "You two make a very good looking couple." She had assumed that Carl was my husband. I didn't tell her anything she didn't need to know. Once we got to my room, Carl asked if he could use our restroom. I said yes and he went in to pee, leaving the door open just enough for me to be able see him peeing. Carl's cock, even from a distance, was much larger than Ray's. And Carl's was the first black cock I'd ever seen, in real life.
Carl happened to glance over, and he caught me watching him pee. Instead of shaking his cock off, like most men do after they pee, Carl slowly stroked his cock. I knew I'd been caught, and I really didn't want to look away. As Carl stroked his cock, I watched as it got longer, harder and thicker. I began to wonder what I'd done. I was watching Carl and he was getting hard because I was watching. I may have been a virgin, but I wasn't stupid. I may not have known much about sex then, but what I did know was that I had excited Carl and he had excited me.
I didn't move. I just stood there looking at Carl and his big black cock. Even when Carl began walking toward me, I just stood there. When Carl was standing right in front of me, he took my right hand and put it around his cock. It was so warm and soft and hard at the same time. And having felt my husband's, and now I was feeling Carl's cock in my hand, I knew that Carl's cock was at least four to five times thicker than my husband's cock was, and possibly four to five times longer.
