Darkwanderer

The Dark Wanderer cuckold and slutwife story archive

Mar
26
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Darius was preparing in the adjoining room of the Voluntary White Boy Disposal Center as the white couple awaited. The disposal of white males had become highly encouraged the last few years with the increasingly radical Alt Left government in power.

The little SJW Violet had met Dani freshman year... The pretty feyish white boi sweet and obedient. Yet, all her time supporting BLM and taking part in violent riots burning white homes and businesses... Drinking up hours of interracial pornography, education in white guilt, and indoctrination of black superiority... It had been close to a year since Dani was touched sexually by...
Mar
25
When the morning sun streamed through the window of his bedroom Jean Claude lay back on the bed and started to masturbate. It was still early, may be not even seven a.m., but the sun was already warm. He felt it's touch upon his flabby belly and across his hirsute arm. There, he found his cock amongst the mass of curling, already grey hair on his pubes and started to touch himself. It was but a moment for him to feel his foreskin and then to daintily pull it back so that his tiny pink/blue glans appeared from beneath the crinkled skin. He felt his cock stir. He felt his shaft start to fill with blood, but his touch was light. It didn't require much these days to get himself erect. Sometimes, all to often in fact, he got an erection,...
Mar
25
Chapter Two – Moving On

Helen and me have been married long enough for us to have celebrated our Silver Anniversary a few years back (you do the math) and I have to say that life as we go through our fifth decade couldn’t be better for the pair of us .. or maybe it could; we’ll see.

We live in South London in a large house inherited when Helen’s parents passed on but, despite having no mortgage, money has always been tight and we are careful with our spending. (I haven’t told Helen of my secret indulgence of buying a weekly lottery ticket; she would not be pleased!)

Our kids emigrated a few years ago to work and settle on the other side of the world leaving us as ‘empty nesters’ with spare bedrooms and space in the capacious loft. It...
Mar
24
Natalie came in, set her Chanel handbag down on the coffee table and stood before me as I sat on the sofa. Her skin tight little black dress had been rucked up some. There was a tear on one of the shoulder seams. On her throat, easily visible at the front, was a bite mark. Her lovely ash blonde hair had been tousled about and I could hear her breathing fast. On her wrist there was a Cartier Santos chronograph, a bloke's watch. She'd not worn anything like that to go out. But I recognised it, why?

Natalie parties on a Saturday night. We haven't ever talked about that in depth, you know, the niceties of it. The permission is implicit. I am small downstairs and I have an uncertain erection. Diabetes ruined me. So my wife fucks around,...
Mar
23
Annette my wife is utterly perfect in boots. You need to picture a petite brunette with bob cut hair, with a very trim figure, pert arse and long legs. Annette is in her early twenties and I'm in my forties, but age never came between us. She liked the success I had made of my life, income earned and the nice house I'd bought. I liked her sassy ways, the teasing smile and the sense of fun and fashion she has. She doesn't work of course and has no need to. So she spends some of her time clothes shopping on my credit card. She spends a fair amount of that time, buying boots.

I'm not going to embarrass myself analysing where I picked up the boots fetish. Where do any of these things come from? All i knew was that the first time that I...
Mar
22
Let me begin by saying I’m a prim and proper wife. That part is easy for anyone to see; however, looks can be deceiving. I’m also a white slut. Let me give you an example.

I stripped out of my clothes and got onto his king size bed which nearly took up all the space in his small apartment bedroom. The dim light revealed posters of naked women on his wall and marijuana artwork. I noticed a sign above the door frame that read BLACK POWER with a fist shoved in the air. There was another sign which read “It’s not cheating if it’s with a black guy”. I cracked a smile. This was a far cry from my upper income lifestyle.

I watched him through the door frame talking oh his cell phone. His young plump buttocks were muscular and capable of...
Mar
21
2030 and the world is different. All courtesy of one fucking black dude called Alphafrica and his chemistry kit. Well, more a chemical workshop shall we say. A place tucked away in the quiet part of Cumbria. They say that the bastard was trying to make Meth. Something for the street sellers. What he produced was Black Musk. There is no more addictive substance on this earth. Go without it friend, for more than three days and you wither and die. You literally dry out, unable to absorb any water and you die in front of people, no matter their bottles of aqua or their IV drips. Hell, the neat trick though was finding how that sweet liquor works with DNA. It works its magic man with black feller's spunk. The two interact and eventually it...
Mar
20
My wife Katie had been into rap music long before I met her. It was seemingly the one big difference in our interests. From movies, to television, to books, and even politics, Katie and I clicked on every level. But then there was music. I just didn't understand Katie's enthusiasm when it came to that god-awful "music" she insisted on blaring every time we went anywhere in the car, especially considering the over-the-top misogynistic lyrics.

Still, it would have taken much more to dissuade me from a girl like my Katie. She is a complete and total knock-out in every sense of the phrase. Out of my league in the looks department by just about anyone's standards, she was by far the most gorgeous girl I had ever been with. Her...
Mar
20
Visiting time at the open prison. Look, I'm inside for a white collar crime, the sort that involves paper rather than knives. I defrauded a few people. Except that I didn't and I'm sticking to that story. No matter what the evidence looks like, it was planted. Noah wanted my wife and when I wouldn't roll over for that, he saw to it that I spent some time away…here. I was set up for this and frankly it drives me insane. The very thought of him fucking Amanda whilst I'm banged up. Two years in here, that's plenty of time for him to transform her into the hottest little slut ever. My wife, she hasn't visited me in months. Bloody months I tell you! So now, I know why she is calling by. It's a bit more of what Noah has in stall for me. It's...
Mar
19
A good bottle of cold Chablis on a warm summer's afternoon and the light is streaming through the French windows of our Cotswold home. There is just Carol, Thomas and I. No one else. No one to force things along faster than can be coped with. Carrot as well as stick is part of this, it is. I sip the cool wine and look down at the scene. There, my girlfriend has her lovely, her flimsy summer dress hem up around her waist and is leaning back on the sofa and I have had husband Thomas pull her panties off. Carol has a really pretty, even a dainty pussy, with masses of sweet little blonde curls hiding the loveliness of her hole. Blonde women are often pretty and feminine in just this way. It is as if they have been born of candy floss and...