
Fun Develops In The Darkroom
By Lingus

I learned something rather surprising several months ago. A
photographic dark room is very, very dark. Now, I know that sounds
silly, but I don't think I've ever been anywhere before where there
was absolutely no light...somewhere that my eyes couldn't adapt to
so I could see shadows at least.

My husband Dan says they have to be that way to keep light from
spoiling the photographs that are being developed. He explained
this when I asked what in the world was taking him so long in
finishing the darkroom he was building in our basement.

Dan's been interested in photography since he was in the second
grade and his uncle gave him a camera for his birthday. For most
people just taking pictures and seeing the results later is enough,
but for Dan there has always been a desire to develop them himself.
When he was in high school he got to use the school's darkroom, and
the sensation of seeing the picture he'd taken come to life before
his own eyes really got to him. 

"There's nothing like it," he said. "Oh, maybe it's a little like
planting a seed and watching it grow, but this is better than
that."

Over the years since he started, Dan has honed his photographic
skills to a point where he is very good. It's still a hobby for
him, but he's had pictures published a number of times and has even
won a few awards for his work. Ever since he and I started dating
he's talked about wanting to have a darkroom some day. We met when
I modelled (with my clothes on, thank you) during college. When we
got married ten years ago, we could only afford a small apartment
so there was no place for a darkroom. We were very excited about
our first house seven years ago, but there wasn't really room in it
either. 

Finally two years ago we bought a home with a basement. The thing
about the place that really sold Dan was a storage room in the
basement right next to the utility room. "That will make a perfect
darkroom," he said excitedly when we first looked at the place. Dan
began planning his darkroom even before we moved in.

By this time I was anxious for Dan to have a darkroom too. Over the
years since we got married, I continued to model for Dan. During
that time the poses evolved from fully clothed to sort of sexy to
completely nude and more recently to very explicit shots of me
doing naughty things with the toys that Dan bought me. Of course,
all of these pictures had to be taken with a Polaroid, because we
didn't trust any photo lab with them.

"With our own darkroom, we can take any pictures we like, and I can
develop them myself. They'll look so much better than these crumby
little Polaroids," Dan said one night as we looked at shots he'd
just taken of me in the new lingerie he bought me for our
anniversary.

A little over a year ago Dan finished planning and was ready to
begin construction. "The room that's there is actually larger than
I'd need," Dan said as he sat reading the books he'd bought about
darkrooms, "but I think it will be a lot simpler and cheaper to
work with what's there than move any walls." Who was I to argue? I
had never seen a darkroom before.

Dan has a close friend, "Ham" Cunningham, who is a whiz at building
things and also an amateur photographer. Ham agreed to help Dan
with the construction part of the job in exchange for the chance to
use the darkroom once in awhile. They spent several weekends and a
few evenings hammering and sawing away in the basement. I tried to
keep my cool about it, but the dust and noise was beginning to get
to me by the time they finished. Needless to say, I stayed out of
the guys' way while they were working, but I did go down once in
awhile to bring them something to drink or to talk to Dan.

One time when I went down it looked like they were building a small
room just inside the door of the larger room. It appeared to have
a door in it as well. "What in the world is that for?" I asked.
"Isn't one door enough?"

"Not really," Dan answered. "When someone opens the door they let
in light. That would ruin everything," he went on. "With two doors,
you come through one and close it before you open the second. That
way no light gets in."

"If you say so," I replied as I realized this was a more technical
undertaking than I had thought.

When the construction phase was finally finished, Dan asked me to
come down and look at their handiwork. I went along with him
although I knew I wouldn't have any idea what I was looking at when
I got there. The room was filled with cabinets and counters and a
large sink. In a way it looked like a kitchen without the stove and
refrigerator. 

"With all of the light in here, why is this called a darkroom," I
asked. There were florescent lights on the ceiling which made the
room very bright.
"Some of the work done here has to be done in the dark. Here, this
is what it will be like when we work with black and white film,"
Dan said as he reached for the light switch. Suddenly the bright
overhead lights went out and the room was filled with an eery red
glow coming from two lights on the wall. "Those are called
safelites," he went on.

"When we work with color, some of the time all lights must be off
and the room looks like this." Dan reached again for a switch and
the room did indeed get very dark. "Now we're in a darkroom," he
said. "You can't see any light anywhere, even around the door."

Dan was right. The room was pitch dark. I couldn't even see Dan who
was standing right beside me. 

"It's a good thing I'm not afraid of the dark," I said laughing.

"Well, you should be careful," Dan warned. "Darkrooms can be full
of monsters." Suddenly I felt a hand on my breast. Then another
hand grabbed my crotch.

"Yes, you're right," I said. "In fact I'll bet there's a monster
right here." I reached for Dan's crotch and luckily found it in the
dark. As I rubbed it, he got hard. "See, I just found a monster,"
I laughed.

"Indeed you did," Dan said as he put his arms around me. "I think
we should initiate this room. What do you think?"

"Great idea," I replied. Dan and I decided when we got our first
house that it would be fun to initiate each room in the house by
having sex in it. This had resulted in our having sex on the dining
room table and the kitchen counter as well as on beds and couches
throughout the house. We even did it on the floor a couple of times
when we didn't have any furniture in rooms. 

Dan began unbutton my blouse while I unbuckled his belt and pulled
down his zipper. In less than a minute we were both naked. It was
fun undressing each other by touch only, and we both got especially
turned on in the process. There seemed to be a lot of accidental
touching which added to the fun. 

I knelt down and took Dan's hard cock in my mouth. This was
something I'd done countless times before and certainly didn't need
a light to do. In fact it reminded me a bit of the first few months
when we had sex. I insisted that we do it with the lights out. It
was never quite this dark, but somehow I was more comfortable that
way. 

Dan finally persuaded me to try it with the lights on...and we did
it a few times in the daytime which got me accustomed to daylight
sex. I find those times rather humorous now because my outlook has
changed so much. Last summer I gave Dan a blowjob once behind a
bush in the park on our lunch hour, and we've done it in the car in
the parking lot at shopping centers three or four times at least.

Anyhow, I digress. I sucked Dan's cock for a few minutes until he
said he was close to cumming. Then he picked me up and sat me on
one of the counters in the room. I whacked my head pretty hard on
the wall when I leaned too far back too quickly, but I wasn't going
to complain and spoil my own fun. Dan moved me to the edge of the
counter and spread my knees apart so I knew he was about to do
something to my pussy. It was exciting to anticipate his touch, not
knowing what he was going to touch me with.

Dan knows that I love to be eaten and we seldom make love when he
doesn't do it. Sometimes he eats me first and sometimes he fucks me
first. I don't mind. I like it either way. I'm lucky because I can
almost always cum when he eats me. This time I felt the warmth of
his breath as he put his face close to my cunt, and then I felt his
tongue lightly brush my lips. It felt wonderful and the suspense
and anticipation of not seeing what he was doing added tremendously
to the pleasure.

Dan soon made me forget about the awkward and precarious position
that I was in, and quickly made me cum. Then I felt him pull away
and I waited excitedly for his next move. I knew he was going to
fuck me, but I still jumped when I felt the head of his cock touch
me. I felt his cockhead slide up and down my slit and then suddenly
he rammed into me. It felt so good...it always does.

As Dan began pumping in and out of me, he moved my body just enough
that my head began to bump against the wall or something. I reached
up and pushed myself away. I wanted to rock my hips back at him but
that was impossible since my legs were hanging in midair. I just
laid there and let my husband do the work. He has had a lot of
practice and it didn't take him long to get me over the top again
and then I felt a blast of cum in my loins. Again I was fascinated
by the sensation of only feeling his orgasm instead of seeing it as
well. Somehow it seemed more intense.

After we finished, Dan reached over and turned on the light. 

"Well, the darkroom is now officially initiated," he said. "I can't
wait to get the equipment in place so I can try my first roll of
film. How about taking some fun pictures tonight so I'll have
something special to start on?"

"How about starting right here right now," I suggested. "Take a
picture of me laying here on the counter. I'll bet I even have some
of your stuff dripping out of me. It sure feels like it."

"Great idea," Dan agreed. "Don't move. I'll go get the camera. This
will be a great way to remember our little dedication ceremony."

Dan took several pictures of me laying there on the darkroom
counter and in various other poses around the room. We both got so
turned on by our photo session that we ended up fucking again. This
time we did it with him standing and holding me as I bounced on his
cock. I reached over and turned out the light as we got started.

"I think I can feel it better in the dark," I said. "It's like I
can concentrate better on my other senses more."

"That's funny. I feel the same way," Dan replied.

Dan wasn't able to develop that first roll of film for two weeks
because it took him that long to get the equipment in place and
tested. Finally, one Saturday morning he was all set.

"I'll be down in the darkroom, honey," Dan said. "Ham is coming
over sometime today so just send him down when he gets here."

A little later Dan came back up for a cup of coffee. "How's it
going?" I asked. "Everything working OK?"

"Yes, it's great!" he said excitedly. "I have the negatives
developed from our first roll. They're drying right now. I'm about
ready to print them and you can come down and see them."

"Great," I giggled. "I can't wait."

Dan's friend Ham arrived not long after Dan went back downstairs.

"Hi Carrie," he greeted me. "Is Dan around?"

"Hi Ham. Yes, he's down playing with his new toys," I said.

"Great. I hope all the equipment is working OK. Dan told me to
bring over a roll of film to be developed. I can't wait to try it
for myself."

"He said everything is working great," I replied. I didn't want to
say much more because of the very personal nature of Dan's
pictures.

An hour or so later neither of the guys had resurfaced, but
suddenly I heard some loud wolf whistles and cheers from the
basement. My curiosity was aroused and I went over to the basement
door and listened. I heard a very excited conversation going on,
but I couldn't make out what was being said. I went downstairs to
check it out. The doors to the darkroom were both open so I walked
in. I couldn't believe my eyes. There on the counter were large
prints of some of the pictures Dan had taken of me. The two of them
were so engrossed in studying one of them that they didn't notice
that I was there. As my eyes focused on the object of their gaze,
I realized it was one of me lying on the counter. It was taken from
between my legs and my pussy was clearly visible.

"Look there," Dan said. "You can see my cum still dripping out of
her."

"Isn't she the sexiest..." Ham started to say before I interrupted
him with a scream. Then I turned and ran upstairs. I was absolutely
humiliated.

Dan ran after me. "My gawd, Carrie, I'm sorry," he said as he ran
up the steps behind me. 

"How could you?" I yelled. "How could my own husband do such a
thing to me. I'll never be able to look Ham in the face again.
You're terrible. You're absolutely terrible. Those pictures were
for us...just us!" I burst into tears and fell onto the couch in
the TV room. Dan just stood there watching me. He was speechless.

I'm not sure how long I cried. I didn't even notice Dan sit down
beside me. When I finally started to calm down because I was cried
out, I noticed that he was softly brushing my temples with his
fingers. I pushed him away. "Leave me alone. Go away. I don't want
anything to do with you!" I sputtered.

Dan finally got up and left me alone after saying "I'm sorry,
sweetheart. I'm really very, very sorry," a few more times. I
didn't even notice Ham leave. He must have been too embarrassed to
even say anything. Things in the Holmes household were pretty
miserable for a couple of days. Dan tried to go down to the
darkroom once, but when I realized he was there I got so enraged
that I threatened to smash his equipment if I found him in there
again. I guess he must have taken my threat seriously because he
left and didn't go back again, at least so far as I know.

Ham Cunningham called the evening after it happened. I was about to
hang up on him, but I stayed on the line long enough to hear him
say "Carrie, I can't tell you how sorry I am. Don't be too tough on
Dan. It was all my idea. I asked him what was in his first roll of
film. He didn't want to tell me, but I figured it out, sort of.
Then I told him that I'd sure love to see them and I promised to
keep it a secret. I kept pestering him until he finally showed me
one. Well, I guess Dan sensed how much I liked that first picture,
and he finally showed them all to me. Like I said, it was my
fault."

I sat listening half-heartedly to Ham's explanation of what had
happened. When he paused, I did hang up the phone. As soon as I
did, I felt bad. I found myself terribly confused. I was still mad
as hell over what had happened, but I knew that Ham was one of
Dan's best friends. I liked him too. I thought about the mess for
an hour or two and decided I should at least acknowledge Ham's
apology. I called him back.

"Ham, I just want to thank you for at least having the decency to
apologize and for telling me what happened," I said. "I just feel
so bad because the whole thing really has spoiled the fun of Dan's
darkroom, and because I'm going to be so embarrassed if I see you
again."

"I appreciate your call too. I don't really understand though why
you'd be embarrassed to see me."

"Ham, you've seen me naked, and not just that. You've seen me doing
things that are very personal...things people only do in private...
and they don't talk about them either."

"Well, I think what you and Dan do sounds like a lot of fun. I wish
I could get my wife to try something like that. But anyhow, I have
an idea, although I'm not sure what you may think of it."

"What's that?" I asked skeptically.

"It's something that I'd like to suggest, but I think you and Dan
and I should talk about it together. If you're interested, that
is."

"I'll think about it," I replied. "Right now things between Dan and
me aren't too great. If they improve and he's interested, he can
let you know. OK?"

"OK. I hope things get worked out between you soon, and, like I
said before, remember that it was my idea," Ham concluded.

"Who were you talking to on the phone?" Dan asked as I hung up. I
hadn't realized that he was listening to my end of the
conversation.

"It was Ham," I replied. "He called a while ago and tried to
apologize. I'm afraid I was rude and hung up on him, so I called
him back to thank him for his apology. He told me that this whole
mess was really his fault, and that I shouldn't blame you for it."

"That sounds like Ham," Dan replied. "I guess the original idea was
his, but I have to admit something too. I hope it doesn't make
things worse, but I think it's something you ought to know about
me."

"What's that?" I asked as my defenses shot up.

"Every time I look at the pictures that I've taken of you and
realize how incredibly sexy you are, I think about how much fun it
would be to share them with some of my buddies. I know they'd love
to see them too." 

"Do men do that sort of thing?" I asked in surprise. "I can't
imagine any of the women I know wanting to share nude pictures of
their husbands or see pictures of other husbands either."

"Maybe women don't, but, yes, men sure do. Ham told you so himself,
and he's a pretty typical guy. Anyhow, when he suggested, in jest,
that he'd like to see the pictures I'd just printed, I gave in to
the temptation and showed him one. Once he'd seen you nude, it was
pretty hard to keep from showing him the rest."
"Well, it sure was a shock for me to find out about that this way.
Ham did say though that he really thought what you and I did with
the picture taking sounded like a lot of fun and he wished he could
get his wife to do it too. Then he said something else kinda
weird."

"What's that?"

"He said he had an idea...about the picture thing, I guess...that
he thought we might be interested in. He said he'd like to talk to
the two of us about it if we were interested...and if we were
speaking to one another."

"Did he say anything about what it was?" Dan asked.

"No, except he wasn't sure how I'd feel about it. Anyhow, I told
him that I'd talk to you about it and you'd let him know."

"Hmmm, I wonder what that's all about," Dan pondered.

Things at our house finally calmed down. Dan and I talked about the
episode several more times, and we wondered what Ham might have in
mind. Finally our curiosity got the better of both of us, and we
agreed to invite him over to find out.

"I just would like to offer my services as a photographer to take
pictures of the two of you doing it," Ham said when we got
together. "Last week when I saw the other pictures I asked Dan if
he had any pictures like that. He said he had tried with a Polaroid
on a tripod but the results weren't very good because the shots
never seemed to get lined up right."

"That's right," I agreed. "I remember trying that. It was a lot of
fun to do and we both got really excited about it, but we were
really disappointed when we saw the results. What we were doing
just didn't show up on film. Something or somebody was always in
the way. I mean you got the idea, but you couldn't get the detail."
My face suddenly reddened as I realized that I was talking about my
husband's and my sex life. I don't think I'd ever done that before.

"Well, what I wanted to suggest is simply that I'd be willing to
take that kind of picture for you. Why don't you two think about it
and let me know if you're interested," Ham concluded.

"OK," Dan replied. "Carrie and I'll talk it over and we'll see. I
really appreciate your offer in any event."

"Me too," I replied. I found myself getting turned on by the
conversation and the idea, but I was very apprehensive about
letting another person see us doing that.

Dan and I did talk about it. It was an interesting discussion. I
expressed my reluctance at even being naked in front of another
man.
"But darling, the only redeeming part of what happened the other
day is that Ham has already seen you naked...at least in pictures."

"True, but even that's not like having there in the bedroom looking
at me in person," I argued. "I would feel so terribly self-
conscious. I don't think I could think about anything else than his
being there. I wouldn't be able to enjoy what you and I were doing
at all."

"I understand," Dan replied. "I'll let Ham know that we just aren't
ready to do that yet."

Dan and Ham did talk about it again and one of them...I don't know
which one...came up with another idea. In order to make me more
comfortable with Ham's presence while my husband and I made love,
he would come over and take some nude pictures of me first.

I expressed my distaste for that idea rather forcefully, while at
the same time finding myself getting quite excited at the thought.
Half way through my objections I paused. Then I shocked both of us.
"I'll do it," I said. "At least I'll try."

"Do you mean that?" Dan asked as he tried to figure out my abrupt
change of attitude.

"Yes. I have an admission to make too. I'm finding this idea very
stimulating."

Dan didn't say anything. He just reached under my skirt and slipped
his finger inside the hem of my panties. "Hmmmm," he said as he
rubbed my slit. "You are very wet. I think we better do something
about that."

We did. He fucked me right there on the kitchen table.

Ham came over and took two rolls of film of me in various poses. I
did a strip tease for him and then posed in various places around
the house in the nude. For the last few shots I got out my favorite
large penis shaped dildo and played with it. Ham's last picture was
of me from the rear bending over the kitchen sink with the dildo
deeply implanted in my cunt.

"That's a take," he said with a grin as he rewound the film. It
looked to me that Ham had enjoyed himself. His erection was pretty
obvious. "So much for professional objectivity," I thought as I
studied his bulge. I wondered what it might look like, but I wasn't
about to pursue my thought.

Dan went right down to the darkroom to develop the film. Ham had to
leave for a little league event which turned out to be a blessing.
I was so horny when we finished that I needed immediate relief. I
followed Dan to the darkroom. I hadn't even bothered to dress. The
doors were already closed when I got there so I went in carefully
and quietly. He heard me anyhow.
"Carrie?" he asked. "Is that you?"

"It's me Dan," I said in my sexiest voice.

"What are you doing here?" he asked.

"I need something Dan," I replied. I was groping in the dark hoping
to find Dan. I felt his arm and guessing where his body was, I
reached around him and grabbed. Luckily I hit my intended target.

"I need this!" I said lustily as I squeezed his cock. Dan was as
hard as a rock. He'd obviously enjoyed the photo session too.

Dan turned around and dropped his pants and shorts to the floor.
Then he fucked me standing there in the dark again, just like he'd
done that time we initiated the room. It was wickedly delicious
sex. We both lost track of anything else. I thought I heard a timer
go off but I was too engrossed in our pleasure to mention it. Dan
apparently didn't hear it either.

Dan held me tight for several seconds after we both came before
lowering me to the floor. When his cock slipped out of me I felt a
load his cum come out with it and run down my leg. It was such a
marvelous sensation.

"Damn!" Dan exclaimed. "I didn't hear the timer go off. I've ruined
the film."

We did spoil the first roll of film that Ham had taken. Fortunately
the second turned out beautifully and all three of us got pretty
worked up as we looked at the photos a couple of days later.

"The one with you bending over the sink is a classic," Ham
commented. "I don't mind saying it makes me hard just to look at
it."

Both my husband and I chimed in with our agreement.

"I have an idea," I said. "Dan, do you have the camera ready? Ham
can you stick around for a bit and take those pictures of Dan and
me that we talked about?"

Dan got the camera and the photo shoot of me making love with my
husband was under way before I could begin to feel self-conscious
about it. We got three rolls of great shots from that sitting
before Dan finally came a second time and we quit. When he looked
at the pictures later we learned some things. Technically we
learned a lot about such things as lighting and camera angles. Some
shots got really washed out by the flash because Ham was too close.
Others didn't show the merger of our organs very well...at least
not as clearly as we'd hoped. We got a lot of great shots though
including several of me with my husband's big hard cock in my
mouth. I had my eyes closed on a couple of them, but on others my
face was very clear...and my pleasure very obvious. We also got
some great shots of Dan eating my pussy. You could even count the
hairs of my pussy...if you really wanted to...they were so clear.

Another thing we learned from the photo session was that we were
having sex frequently in the darkroom. We fucked there twice more
before Dan was done developing and printing all the pictures.

"You know, now that the darkroom is becoming such a popular place
in our sex life, maybe we should put a cot or something in there to
do it on. I don't mean to complain but I'm getting a sore back from
doing it in there standing up."

"Yes, and I'm going to get a headache if I bang my head against the
wall any more," I concurred.

Dan went out the next day and got a daybed. There was plenty of
room along one wall just inside the door. We tried it out as soon
as he put it together. It served its purpose very nicely.

With the new bed in the darkroom, we found that we went there a lot
to have sex. We did it in the dark there too. For some reason, we
both agreed the sensations seemed stronger when we concentrated on
them instead of anything visual. Dan invented a game which we
played a couple of times. One of us would get undressed and lay on
the bed while the other entered the room...also nude...and feel
their way to the bed and then we'd grope each other until we got
into position to do something. After the second or third time we
played the game I began to find it a bit boring, but Dan said he
wanted to play it one more time. I agreed not knowing he had been
planning something.

I was the one who went in first and got in bed. I laid there and
listened while I heard the outer door open and close. My heart
started beating faster as I heard the inside door open and close as
well. In a few seconds I felt Dan's hand on my arm. His hand moved
to my body touching my breast and then working down to my legs. His
touch felt somewhat different, but I paid no notice. He pulled my
legs apart pretty much like he always does and I waited for the
touch of his cock or his tongue.

My whole body tingled when I felt his warm breath and then his warm
wet tongue against my pussy lips. He proceeded to eat me and even
made me cum. It felt wonderful like it always does when Dan makes
love to me. Then he pulled away. I waited for some sensation which
would tell me what was coming next. I felt the weight of his body
as he climbed onto the bed by my head. I knew that meant he wanted
a blowjob. I reached for his cock and as I was about to put it in
my mouth, I sensed a difference. Dan's cock is very straight. The
head lines up perfectly with the rest of it. The head of this cock
was crooked. It seemed to bend sharply from the body of the pole.
It also seemed larger.

"Who is this I yelled?" as I sat up in bed. "Dan where are you?
What is going on?"
"I'm right here," I heard him say from a few feet away. "Don't
worry, darling. I have arranged a surprise treat for you. Enjoy
it." 

I was about to protest further when I felt a hand on my pussy. He
began to massage me gently as my objections melted. I laid back
down and reached about for this new cock. Finding it, I started to
give it the same royal treatment I have always given Dan's. My
mystery lover let me suck him for a few minutes before I felt his
body move around and climb over me. Then I felt his hand guiding
his cock toward my opening.

"Dan, I'm about to get fucked. Are you aware of that?" I asked. "I
can't really do much about it by myself...and I don't think I want
to either. Oooohhhh," I gasped. He had entered me.

"Enjoy it, hon," Dan responded. "Don't worry. He won't hurt you."

Well, my mystery lover certainly didn't hurt me. In fact by the
time he'd filled me with a load of his cum, I had cum again, and
was feeling very good. It really hadn't hit me yet that I'd just
had sex with the first man since Dan and I got married. I had
cheated on my husband...if a woman can do that when her husband
arranged it and is right there when it happens.

I didn't even hear "Mr. X" leave, I was so immersed in the pleasure
he had just given me. I did feel someone move between my legs
though. Then I felt a tongue begin to lick my swollen wet pussy.
This time the tongue felt more familiar and I sensed the difference
as I as eaten by my own husband. I didn't even think about
objecting to being eaten when I was full of another man's cum. Dan
eats me all of the time after he's fucked me. Only later did I
consider what he'd done. The thought of it made me shudder.

Dan and I had a great time there in the dark. By the time Dan had
finished, I had cum four times. That was a record for me. I also
had received two loads of cum. That hadn't happened often either.
Still nothing about the unusual nature of what had just occurred
sank in. It wasn't until I had caught my breath and Dan had turned
on the light, that I comprehended the significance of the event.

"Dan, what was that all about?" I asked. "Who was that? Why was he
here?"

"What difference does it make who that was?" Dan said mysteriously.
"Did you enjoy him? It sounded like you did? I just thought you
deserved a special treat. I hope you liked it."

I walked upstairs dumbfounded. I'd just had sex with a man and I
had absolutely no idea who he was. The sex was great though. I
thoroughly enjoyed it. I looked around the house for some clue as
to whose cock has just been in my body. I found none. I asked Dan
about it repeatedly. He refused to discuss it.

For the next several days, memories of my encounter with "Mr. X"
kept popping into my head, and I kept trying to pry some
information about him out of Dan with the same result. Finally, on
Friday night Ham called to say his wife was busy at some dinner
thing and wondered if Dan and I were interested in another photo
shoot. We hadn't had sex since my mystery night, so we both
enthusiastically agreed. Ham came right over. We wasted no time on
preliminaries and Dan soon had me bent over the back of the couch
as he pounded away at me. Ham was circling us with the camera
trying to get some really good views of our coupling. I couldn't
help notice as he walked past, that he was hard. Something about
that sight gave me a brainstorm.

I stood up nearly dumping my surprised husband on the floor.

"Ham, you've had all these chances to see all of my privates. I
think it's about time that I get to see yours. Come on. Get
undressed."

Ham's and Dan's jaws both dropped at my direct and unexpected
demand. Ham put down the camera and reached for his belt buckle.
Both Dan and I stared as he complied with my order. In a few
seconds the head of his hard cock came into view.

"It was you, wasn't it?" I blurted. "You were here last Sunday
night...down in the darkroom. I would recognize that cock
anywhere."

Dan looked completely shocked, but a smile began to cross Ham's
face. "But how did you know?" he asked. "It was so dark down
there."

"Dark yes...but even in the dark I could tell your cock from
Dan's," I replied triumphantly.

"Did you think you could fool me?" I said to Dan. "Well, this woman
knows her cocks," I continued with a laugh. "I just want to know
one thing. If you wanted me to fuck Ham, why didn't you just say
so? I can't say I would have been all that shocked by the request
after what we've all been through."

"I dunno," Dan mumbled. "I just thought you'd get a kick out of the
mystery of it and all. After all, you really seem to like doing it
in the dark, don't you?"

"Yes," I replied, "and it was fun doing Ham in the dark. But now
that I know about your little ploy, I have a great idea. Ham, give
Dan the camera and get over here. I want some pictures of you and
me. OK?"

Dan and I now have dozens of pictures of me with Ham. We have
nearly as many of me with him as of me with my own husband. Since
that first Sunday night, we have played that game several more
times. I will lay waiting on the bed while one or the other of them
comes in and makes love to me. I always guess which one it is which
still surprises them for some reason, and after each session Dan
says "next week we'll fool you."

Well, finally several Sunday's ago, they stumped me. I waited for
my lover of the evening to enter, but when he did I didn't
recognize him. It was neither Ham or Dan. He was much
larger...where it counts...and his body was much hairier. Those
weren't what tipped me off, however. I knew something was up as
soon as he began to eat me. I reached down and felt his lip and
found he had a moustache. I don't know any men with moustaches, at
least I didn't before. I guess I have to say I know one now,
although I don't really know him, if you get what I mean. So far
Dan and Ham have both refused to tell me who it was. 

After that episode the game became even more fun. The anticipation
and wondering as I wait to see who is about to have me is much
greater now. The guy with the moustache was not the only complete
unknown to join me in the darkroom. It's happened three times
since, and each time with different men. Dan can't believe I know
that it hasn't been the same guy three times, but I know. There are
little things about their bodies or the way they eat me or the way
they fuck me that I can sense. Like I said before, in the dark my
senses are much sharper. It's made the game each week...and it's
gotten to be almost a weekly thing lately...that much more intense
and fun.

A few weeks ago, I experienced a complete new twist in our game. I
heard the doors open and close announcing the entry of my lover.
Then I sensed someone between my legs. As soon as his tongue
touched my lips I knew it was someone new. He had a very
distinctive approach to eating pussy. He was much rougher about it.
That wasn't my big surprise for the night, however. While he
continued to work me toward the big "O" with his mouth, I felt
someone get on the bed near my head. It couldn't be my lover moving
around for a sixty-nine because he didn't change the way he was
eating my pussy.

I reached over to feel what was going on and found myself touching
a very smooth thigh. "This person must have shaved legs," I
thought. That seemed rather odd...until I moved my hand up his
thigh and found a very wet pussy. He was a she. I nearly jumped out
of bed. "What is going on here?" I asked. "Who are you? Dan, where
are you?"

"I'm right here," he said. My husband was also in the room.
"Another surprise tonight, darling. I hope you enjoy it. Just relax
and they'll see that you have a great time."

I did as he asked and soon felt the woman shift her weight on the
bed again. Then I felt her thighs on either side of my head. I
could feel her warmth and smell the distinct aroma of a hot pussy
moments before I felt her wet cunt pressing against my face. I was
about to eat my first pussy, whether I wanted to or not.
I tentatively opened my mouth and extended my tongue. As I touched
the mystery woman she moved her pelvis until her slit was right
over my tongue. Then I started moving it gently around as she
rocked from front to back. 

"So that's what pussy tastes like," I said momentarily taking a
break. "It's not half bad...but I'll never give up cocks for it."
I went back to pleasing my guest as Dan laughed. 

The three of us had a great time in the dark on the bed that night.
I got eaten by both the man and the woman. It was quite a sensation
knowing that a woman was licking my cunt while I sucked the guy's
cock. The fun ended with me on my hands and knees on the bed eating
the woman's cunt again while the guy fucked me from behind. We all
came one last time and I collapsed on the bed. 

Dan was as secretive about my two mystery companions as he'd been
about the others. All he finally told me was that they were a
married couple. I found that thought intriguing. I'd never known a
woman who was into women before, and now I did...sort of.

Last Saturday night was the ultimate night in the darkroom. I went
in and waited as usual. I felt a thousand butterflies in my stomach
and my pussy was dripping wet. I sensed that something different
was up when I heard doors to the room open and close twice...four
sets of clicks. As I tried to figure out what that could mean I
heard the doors open and close again. There sure seemed to be a lot
of traffic tonight. I sat and waited for someone to approach me. No
one did. Then the door opened and closes...again. My curiosity was
getting the better of me.

"Dan, are you here?" I asked.

"Yes, darling, I'm right here," my husband answered. It sounded
like he was right beside the bed.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"You have a very special treat ahead of you tonight, my sexy wife,"
Dan replied mysteriously. "Why don't you sit up here on the edge of
the bed so we can begin."

"We? What do you mean 'we'?" I asked.

"Well, you seem to have a knack for identifying cocks. Tonight we
are going to play a little game. I have a bet with some of my
friends who are here with me tonight. I have bet them each $100
that you can figure out in the dark how many different men are
having sex with you."

"That's too easy," I said as I anticipated the pleasure of having
sex with more than one man at a time.

"Good, because that's not all," Dan said. "I've told them that you
can identify each of them so that after we've each fucked you in
the dark, you can tell which cock belongs to each of us when we
fuck you again with the lights on."

"Wow!" I thought to myself. Even if I lose, I know I'm going to
have some incredible sex tonight. "What are you waiting for?" I
said as I reached out toward my husband's voice. My hand hit a hard
cock. The game was on.

For the next hour or more, I had a procession of cocks in my cunt
and my mouth. The men weren't about to make counting them easy by
each fucking me until they came. They each fucked my mouth or my
cunt for a few minutes before trading places. As they pleasured me
I made careful mental notes about each cock. I gave each of them a
number which I announced out loud for use later. Fortunately they
didn't trade places when I was close to cumming. They were nice
enough to stay in me until I came. If they'd changed then I might
easily have lost track of whose was which...or something like that.
As number three was close to cumming he started to mumble and moan.

"Quiet!" another whispered. "Your voice might give you away." These
guys were intent on winning my husbands money if they could.

After more than an hour of pleasurable but hard work, I started
harvesting cum. By the time the men were done with me I had
swallowed three loads of cum and I felt three men dump hot loads in
my cunt. The one I had announced as number six was the same as
number three. He had done me twice. Dan was number four.

"Are all five of you done already?" I asked. "I hope not because
I'm just getting started."

I heard a chorus of "wow"s as the men heard my comment.

"Well, guys, it looks like I won the first round," Dan said. "You
guys just want to pay up now or should we play the next round?"

"Hell, I don't care if I win or lose the $100," one of them said.
"I sure won't pass up my chance to fuck your wife again though."

"Me either," another agreed.

"Well, then let's begin the next round," Dan said as he turned on
the lights.

It took a few seconds for my eyes to adjust to the bright light. I
looked around the room at my four mystery lovers. I didn't
recognize any of them. 

"Darling, I'd like for you to formally meet Jack, Ted, Bernie and
Marv," Dan said as he went down the line of men. "Guys, I think you
already know my wife Carrie."

Yes, his four friends already knew me...and I knew them better than
they realized. I looked each of them over carefully and noticed
their stares as they studied my naked body. I must have been quite
a sight with cum on my face from number two who pulled out of my
mouth as he was cumming. I looked down at my crotch and noticed
that my beaver was covered with cum and I could feel a stream of
cum leaking from me.

I began round two by taking the closest cock into my mouth and
sucking it long enough to get it hard. Then, positioning myself on
my hands and knees, I took the next one in my mouth while the first
moved behind me and easily slipped in. I was so wet and stretched
our from round one that I couldn't feel much. Suddenly a flash of
light destroyed my concentration. I looked up to see that Dan had
begun to take pictures of me with my guys. 

The thought of being in pictures with four different men got me
very excited. I had a hard time returning my attention to
identifying each appendage as I sucked it and it fucked me. Again
the men worked in short shifts hoping to confuse me. By the time
the fourth man's cock slipped into my cunt I knew Dan had won the
bet. I wasn't about to say anything yet though, because now I had
time to relax and really enjoy myself. 

I let Dan get shots of each cock entering me from the rear and each
cock in my mouth before I asked one of the men to lie on the bed .
I crawled up over him and slid down on his upright pole. I finished
the four of them quite quickly in this position. I came at least
once with each partner. I noticed a flash of light again as the
last guy's cock slipped out of me. 

"That's a perfect shot to end on," Dan said. "A huge load of cum
oozed out of your cunt when his cock came out. You look like a very
well fucked slut. Your cunt if full to overflowing."

"Slut?" I said in mock disgust. "What a terrible thing to say about
your wife. What would your mother say if she heard you call me
that?" I asked with a laugh. 

"And what would your mother say if she saw you lying there with
five limp dicks surrounding you and five men's cum running our of
your pussy?" Dan chided good-naturedly.

"She'd have to say I was pretty smart," I replied arrogantly.
"She's probably never won a bet like I just did."

"Oh yeah," replied Ted. "So which one is which? You haven't
identified us yet."

"You're right," I replied. "Well, Ted, you are number one. Bernie
is number two. Marv, you horny bastard, you're number three...and
number six. You came in me three times tonight. Jack, you are
number five. That leaves my husband who is number four."

"Holy shit!" Marv exclaimed. "I never would have believed it. Here
I thought I was going to get a great piece of ass and win a hundred
bucks tonight. Well, one out of two is pretty good. It was well
worth it."

"Gee, thanks Marv," I said appreciately the rather crudely put
compliment. 

The four men paid their debts and began to get dressed. They kept
mumbling about how amazing it was that I could identify each of
their cocks and how much they had enjoyed themselves even though
they lost the bet.  

"Just let yourselves out, if you don't mind guys," Dan said. "I
still have a turn coming with my wife."

Dan finished our night off by fucking me one last time. I didn't
think I was capable of cumming any more but my husband, ever the
great lover, got me off again and left me with one more load of cum
dripping from my pussy.

"Darling," I said as we lay cuddling together on the cum soaked
daybed, "I sure am glad you finally got your darkroom. I never knew
photography could be so much fun."

"It's a very profitable hobby too," Dan said laughing. "I've never
made four hundred dollars so quickly and we haven't even seen the
pictures yet."


