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 modeled (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 Polaroid's," 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 airy 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 kind of 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 him
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 was 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 appreciatively 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."
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