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Darkwanderer

The Dark Wanderer cuckold and slutwife story archive

May
16
[I'm indebted to Frobisher's story, 'My new Mom' as an inspiration for this story. For a little while I've been playing with the idea of a polite, a conventional female good manners take on cuckolding sex, something that might appeal to other women too. I call them 'kittenish stories'. So into the head of Elizabeth I go and you're invited too.]

When Leonard's company folded, I thought it would be the end of him, I really did. He had put a good eleven years work into the business and it didn't matter a jot what they said about the incidence of small business failures. Leonard was NOT a statistic. Leonard was my husband and a man who put in god knows how many hours into building his business and making contacts across his field of work....
May
16
Greetings, lovely race traitors! ♥

I occasionally do writing for the furry genre. It is unique for Dark Wanderer, but it is an extreme cuck-fest of a tale. If you really enjoy this try my other book Anthro Supremacy: Breaking In The Vixen.

Two great new stories out from me in my black supremacy genre are Blacked by My Fiance's Boss and Blacked by My Boyfriend's New Stepfather.

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Wolf Supremacy: Breaking Elves

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Anthropomorphic Wolves have usurped humanity as the primary species on the planet. Lesser races have been...
May
16
Carla, goodness, she was only eighteen still. Yet her head was older, her mind stronger, more assured than any other college girl that I had been out with. Carla was goddess beautiful too as well. Long flaxen blonde hair and a curvy figure, the sort designed to sell tight fitting jeans. Her robin egg blue eyes seemed large, inquisitive, soulful in a way that you could get lost in them. I was working by then and earning a very good salary. The college campus was near where we did our real estate business and I'd made partner quicker than a star falling from the sky. So I was feeling bright and positive, worth something you know, life was that good. I first saw Carla at a club down town. She was dancing with girlfriends, and she moved...
May
15
Peter's mother is lovely, a benign smiling blue rinse hair woman of impeccable if conservative dress sense. I'd stopped by to have tea with 'Mama Margaret', dropped off there by Gunther. Riding on the back of Gunther's Harley Davidson I was of course wearing leathers, black skin tight leather jeans and a waspish waist leather jacket that both protected and look very chic indeed. We'd been out to a pub or two, with others in the motorcycle club and we'd lain in the long grass by the river and the others watched Gunther fuck me. I wasn't the only wife who had been seduced away by the thrill of a large motorcycle and the attitude of the rough and ready bikers. But I was the only wife of a vicar and I think that the others in the bike club...
May
14
Rachel slept like the dead that night, completely exhausted from the massive dildo she'd taken. By the morning her pussy was still stretched out and sore. I got her some ice from the freezer which seemed to help her. Most of Saturday was spent relaxing. Rachel threw on a vest top which I love, as he breast always jiggle beautifully as she doesn't wear a bra with them. She left her bottom bare bar a pair of tube socks. Whenever Rachel moved around, she walked gingerly, still saddle sore. By the evening the redness had faded but her muscles still ached. We decided to have a night in front of the TV. As the evening wore on Rachel decided she'd like some beer. When we are being lazy, we just grab a cooler and some ice and fill it with...
May
14
Mistress Claire watched Thomas roll up his sleeve and allow the strap to go around his upper arm that would make his veins stand out. It was the second shot of three. The devotion potion she called it, although Doctor Linda had some sort of chemical name for it. Once Thomas had been her husband, but now, now he was a second rank serf. She had replaced much of his tongue service in the boudoir with the lappings of Melrose. Well, Melrose was younger in his mid twenties compared with Thomas who was going to seed now. Melrose was a fresh faced, a handsome but weak willed white man. He did delicious things with his tongue and he made Claire feel kittenish as well as a bitch. It was something about his quietly admiring stare when she dressed....
May
13
Reluctant Wife Trap

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by someone named sport venture with erotic editing and additions updated mostly near the end on 13 May 2018 by EroticWriter.

Look at that photo readers, the look on a faithfully married woman's face as she looks up at a virile and handsome man whom she has only met minutes before. Until now, she has never been naked and alone with anyone other than her husband.

Imagine her to be your wife, and you are not there to 'protect' her. He is supposed to just be giving her a massage, but is it?


Found the following story on another site readers. Good story, so I kept the title and...
May
13
All the latest news about Bill Cosby and him using date rape drugs to have sex with all those women has jogged my memory. I remember the day before well: cleaning, shaving and choosing my attire for that nights company Christmas party Saturday 12/22/2007. It has been 10 years and only now am I able to remember bits and pieces of the party but not the rest of the night. All I know about the events that happened later came from the video. As with any get together either party or business meetings my husband wanted me dressed to kill showing off his model wife’s beauty. A little about me I grew up on a small ranch which since a child working the ranch kept me slim and healthy. I was always a pretty child and grew up to be a very...
May
13
Diary of a Cuckold Houseboy
by c.w. cobblestone

December 31, 2017, 11:32 p.m.

Dear diary,

Only 28 minutes until it’s 2018. Happy New Year, my ass.

I’ll be ringing it in here, alone in my basement room. Just like last year and the year before. There’s nothing left to do but sit here and be miserable. The house is spotless. Amy’s shoes are shined. Conner’s tools have been polished and the garage scrubbed. Their laundry is ironed and folded. My chores had provided some distraction, but now I can only sit here and think of her … and him … and poor me, all alone, whining in my diary like the sap I am.

She’s living it up with Conner and the other beautiful people at the Rapture New Year’s Eve blowout. This is the third year...
May
12
Not a day goes by when I don’t think of how harshly Mom treated Dad. Even now, ten years later, those events are etched on my mind. Dad’s tears, his black eyes, the sobbing and the humiliation. Dad was transformed from a happy, doting father to an utterly defeated man during the space of just a few cruel months. Mom really treated him appallingly after he lost his job. She not only cuckolded him, she also stood by and watched her new lover utterly humble him, the man she had claimed to love, leaving my Dad bereft of all dignity.

I was barely a teenager, just fourteen, when my Mom met her “new friend”. They say your early teens are your most impressionable, and I guess they are right cos those memories keep haunting me today. Geez, I...