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Darkwanderer

The Dark Wanderer cuckold and slutwife story archive

Jan
10
Out of Afrika – A fantasy by Julie Van and Curt B

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Chapter 7

6 months had passed since the expansion plans had been initiated and for Oskar and Rhino time seemed to have flown by in an instant such was the smooth progress that had been made in developing their product and the spreading of their sphere of influence. He reflected that there was not one aspect of life around Hawksville and the surrounding county that had not been impacted in some way by the presence of his entrepreneurial company and everyone, whether a giver or a taker, was extremely content with how their lives had been changed for the better. He smiled to himself thinking none more so than some of the farming families that populated the...
Jan
10
Tammy was having a fit at the moment. Tonight was supposed to be a special night for her and her girlfriends as they were all going out clubbing and taking their boyfriends for the first time. They’d never all been out together and Tammy had been looking forward to it all week. She was excited to meet her friend’s boyfriends and even though she was apprehensive about them meeting her boyfriend she was still excited. Tammy wasn’t sure she wanted her friends to meet her boyfriend, Paul, as he was a rather small framed guy and was honestly a bit effeminate. She had been nervous about them seeing him under normal circumstances but now that she had seen what she’d seen earlier today she was doubly upset.

When Tammy got home from work...
Jan
09
THE SURROGATE

The most-exciting day of my life was also the most-frightening, and while that's not all that earth-shaking as news goes, I doubt I'll ever again experience something that changed my life so much, in so short a time.

On that fateful night, my wife and I had prepared for bed by following the same routine as we had since our wedding night more than four years earlier. We'd spent the evening watching TV and talking about what had happened that day during the commercial breaks, and at 10:00 sharp we'd headed for our separate bathrooms. In about 20 minutes we were both climbing in bed, and since it was a Wednesday night, I wasn't expecting any sex, although I was more than a little horny, since Saturday night had been 96...
Jan
08
A Temporary Whore

by RLM
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A Change of Plans:

As Chief Project Engineer and Director of Engineering for a large corporation, my husband often had to attend technical engineering conferences all over the country, and sometimes, even out of the country. If one or more of his engineers were presenting technical papers, he was always in attendance. Even if no one was presenting a paper, Gordon usually attended most of the conferences to make certain he stayed current with technical developments and to go to the trade shows to see what new equipment...
Jan
08
Author's Note: This chapter picks up from where we last left off (earlier chapter can be found on my story page). Ken has agreed to let Mrs. Thomas become his "sex coach." He is now wandering into uncharted territory. The full novella is available on both Amazon and Smashwords under the title An Education: A Coming of Age Story. I am sharing a portion here because I am a big fan of this website and would love to hear feedback from the community.

Ken was a beast in practice. His jump shot was on fire, but when the defender closed in to take away his outside shot, his footwork and athleticism allowed him get around the defender and into the lane for an easy two. On the final play, he leaped well above the team’s 6’9” center...
Jan
06
This is the second of my stories in what I've come to think of as the "on the road" genre. There will be at least one more, but I have no idea how long it'll take me to get it finished and posted here.

JUSTICE OF THE PIECE

First off, I just want to tell everyone reading this story that the title is spelled correctly. Secondly, I want to say that you're not alone in thinking I've misspelled "Peace" as "Piece," because when my wife, Becky, and I saw that spelling on a building in the town she and I were visiting, we had exactly that same reaction. I remember how we laughed together and ridiculed the illiterate hillbilly who'd written it that way, and how we laughed even harder when she said, "Maybe it means the same sort of "piece"...
Jan
06
The Tutor – Part 3

After his illicit encounter with Ted’s wife Suzanne, Don Phillips was at war with himself. She was bilking him for tutoring his son and his teammates. Don had gone to her house with the determination to get the overcharges back and instead gave in to her wickedness. He was engulfed in shame but kept reliving the pleasure of fucking her tight asshole. He met with his pastor and worked his way into the subject of lust, and then adultery. He was told: “These are an effrontery to God. Only the sacrament of marriage contains lust, Don.”

Standing in the church parking lot, as a drizzle started, Phillips called the Olsen residence. He heard her voice and trembled. But he was putting his foot down.

“Good...
Jan
04
When I look up at the clock it is a little after 3 a.m. I have been fucking with Leon for most of the day and the first part of the night as well. My lover has been away on a posting. He is in the marines and he has to make trips. He has to do his duty, to kill people if they stand in the way of what our country dictates. When he got home, I sent Robert to the kitchen to work. I didn't want my husband in the way, even though he had driven to the airport to pick my lover up. Robert has his uses, but the intimate conversations, the come home conversations, are always private. So Robert despatched to his chores I asked Leon about how it had been? He grunted at first, saying that was the dirty, tired, grimy over there stuff. May be it was...
Jan
03
How many arguments have I had with Martin? How many beatings has he taken for daring to argue with me? Luther won't tolerate resistance from my husband. If he doesn't do as we say, he gets hurt. If he doesn't learn from the beatings, then eventually he will be pushed out to live on the street like so many other sad, defeated, lame white men. The trouble is that Martin has thought to much about what is happening to him. He has thought too much about what I do to him. He has chosen to try and reason this out, rather than to accept my rules. He has tried to reason with me, to chisel himself something more than servitude out of our three way relationship. That is simply pointless. Martin is there to be used and to furnish Luther and I...
Jan
02
Were she honest, it had been kinda sexy watching Martin tug his cock, grunting, grimacing, until the semen shot in pointless gloopy arching eruptions, out of the end of his weeny dick and onto the duvet, beside where Conrad was fucking her. Just as Conrad was fucking all the goodness into her, the attitude and promise of a mixed race baby, Martin was wasting his seed, making little gasping, mewing noises beside them. She smelled of Conrad. The room smelled of their fucking. A fertile, furtive womb that encased them all and left nothing much else available to the senses. There was only this, relentlessly this, his masterful fucking and so...and so...Martin had been reduced to tugging urgently on his sore cock,making his weeny balls jolt...