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Darkwanderer

The Dark Wanderer cuckold and slutwife story archive

Jun
02
Our thing, I should explain, was for me to prick tease the hell out of another guy, safe in the knowledge that my big and beefy husband Len could give them a good hiding if they didn't play nice. Len liked to know that men were aching for it. He liked to see them look me up and down, assess the snobby, chic way that I dress and then imagine fucking the arse off me. You can tell a lot from men's expressions in bars, when Len stood back and watched reactions bubble up. The way that men stared. The way that they nudged one another. Sometimes they said things to Len not realising that he is my husband. One said, 'fucking posh cunt, she needs it filling!' Nice, that was what Len liked to hear and i liked to provoke. I liked the longing in...
Jun
02
What - oh, what - do you get for the girl who has everything? For the girl who wants for nothing? For the girl who has every piece of jewelry and every stitch of designer clothing she could ever want?

Let's see... for my sixteenth birthday, mom had bought me plane tickets to Paris for me and ten of my closest friends! And when I came home, there was a brand new hot pink convertible waiting for me in the driveway! That was a way-fun!

For my seventeenth birthday, we partied all night at an exclusive club in Madrid, then took a three week cruise up and down the Spanish coast! It was heavenly! Definitely a birthday I won't forget!

But now my 18th birthday was coming up, and I couldn't deny it - I was feeling down. I was in my bed,...
Jun
01
The Neighbor

by RLM


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Revelations:

"You need to get the coals ready for later, Honey. Derrick and Ericka will be here in about 30 minutes or so. And you might put another 6-pack of Bud in the fridge. I don't think we have enough."

"Ok. I'll get right on it, Julia," Devon replied to his wife. "What's on the agenda for after dinner tonight? Have you and Ericka got anything planned?"

"Yeah, we have a couple of new games planned... sort of erotic, but we think you guys might like them."

"Well, what are they? Or is it to be a...
May
29
There is this Sickert painting called Ennui. Its a dull interior image of an old guy smoking and a younger woman fixing her hair, may be an earring ring to go out. She seems intent on securing some distraction. He smokes. he's heavy, dressed in a boring, conservative jacket and waistcoat. He stares out of the picture, purposeless. No picture tells you exactly what it means. You have to bring something to it. You have to interpret what ennui (listlessness) really involves. Well now I know first hand. i know what it is like to have a lovely, a beautiful younger woman as my wife and to be cast adrift as regards my purpose in life. It's obvious that i have no sexual appeal for Annette. I'm too heavy. My dick is to small. I'm prone to...
May
26
I was startled awake by a nurse poking around my body. My eyes squinted open and focused on a name tag with the name Betty. I cleared my throat as Betty lifted my bed upright.

"How are you feeling?" Betty was glaring at me.

"I feel terrible," I answered with a cough.

"You're lucky the bullet didn't shatter your shoulder bone. It's just a flesh wound."

I suddenly remembered. I was walking out of the club with my white slut on my arm. A white boy pulled out a pistol and fired it at me. Evidently, he didn't appreciate me fucking his wife on a regular basis and busted a cap in my ass.

“How was your bath?” Betty's voice wasn't the friendliest.

“Alright, when do I get out of here?” I asked.

Betty checked a chart, removed a tube stuck...
May
24
Cindy, my 18 year-old daughter, was having an off-day. Mothers can just tell these things.
“What’s the matter, honey?” I asked her gently after school.

“Oh, mom, the prom is coming up, and I really want Jeremy to ask me to go, but so far he hasn’t!” she pouted.

“Oh, there, there,” I said gently. “Don’t you worry about Jeremy. I’m sure there are lots of boys out there who think you’re beautiful and would love to take you out!”

“Really? You think so?”

“I know so!” I assured her proudly.

That seemed to mollify her for just a moment, then she yelled: “Then how come they haven’t asked me out to the prom!” With that, she ran up to her room and slammed the door shut.

In the next room, my husband sat smoking his pipe and reading the...
May
24
We all knew why Rachel was being packed off on a 3 week holiday to Kingston Jamaica. My pretty wife had been going with Marlon for nearly five months now and taking a lot of black cock. But she wasn't opening her pretty legs to brothers quite as wantonly as Marlon wanted. When you get yourself a white bitch, you like her to accommodate brothers that you invite, so to overcome her lingering diffidence Marlon was packing her off. Cousin Rafa in Kingston had associates shall we say. They did their own sort of deals. They were no nonsense. So my wife was going to stay with Rafa, she was going to smoke a little, drink a little and fuck a lot. Marlon smiled as he told me. 'She gonna come back home a whole lot different man' he warned. I'd...
May
21
I suppose that you have seen the big Winnebego camper vans? Well we hired one of those. The plan was that we would take this over to Ireland. Just why Carol chose Ireland was obvious. She was at least 'curious' about Fergal. Fergal knew Ireland like the back of his hand. Not only was he Irish but he was traveller too. His mother had gone with a traveller at one of the horse fairs. Her husband had objected, but well she didn't care. She left anyway. Fergal had then come along nine months later, the travellers spawn. He'd been raised traveller, a brutal patriarchal culture where fists sometimes determined what was right. I think that brutality, that uncompromising masculinity was what Carol found sexy. It was pretty distant to our nice,...
May
21
What I have to tell you is a source of extreme humiliation for me. For two years I have been married to the sexiest little tart any man's had the privilege to lay his eyes on. What a curse it has been! A curse you ask? Please allow me to explain....

As I said before, my wife Brenda, is a knockout! She is 28, 5'4", with an almost perfectly proportioned body- firm, curvaceous, plump ass; smooth, flat tummy and a firm set of B-cup tits that are perky with large protruding, slightly upturned nipples. She always gets noticed by EVERY man within eyeshot. To make matters worse, she constantly goes on excursions with her single girlfriends. Brenda is very friendly and can be considered to be flirtatious. Her girlfriends , on the other...
May
21
GOOD NEIGHBORS

by Throne

"Mr. Johnson," my wife Mindy said, backing up from the tall Black man's slow advance. "I don't think this is... er... proper."

"Now honey," he said with a leer, eyeing her big bust that was well displayed by her T-shirt with no bra on under it, "there's different kinds of proper. Like your husband understands 'proper' what my son Curtis is telling him." He looked across the room at me. "Ain't that right, powder puff?"

His burly son had my arm twisted up behind my back and every time I tried to speak he had given it an upward push, replacing my attempts to say anything with groans of pain. I gasped out, "Please. Gentlemen. I'm sure we can resolve this dispute."

"Maybe yes and maybe no," the elder...