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Darkwanderer

The Dark Wanderer cuckold and slutwife story archive

Apr
08
I never recovered from what Bernard did. The bastard said it was a 'party'. At the time he was simply dating Carol. It was a sexy thing to be seen out with a black guy. They were great dancers and smooth companions around the bars. Carol would dress dead raunchy and I'd be allowed to tag along too. Sure, I knew it was sexual. Of course I bloody well knew. He kissed my wife in that sexual way, with his mouth locked on hers, her arms sliding around his broad neck, his chest squishing her tits as he fondled and kissed her. But then we had gone to a different bar, in his part of town and the vast majority of patrons were black guys. There were just a few white males and a eight or nine white women. The place made me very uneasy because the...
Apr
07
LETTER TO AN ADVICE COLUMNIST

Not all letters written to an advice columnist in your local newspaper appear in print, or are even answered by the columnist. The following letter is an example of one that never received a response.

Dear Granny Annie,

I need help, and your advice has always been really good and spot on, so I'm hoping you can tell me what to do about something that happened to my husband and me recently.

It all started right after our wedding, I guess, which was more than nineteen years ago. Boy, time flies when we're having fun, doesn't it? Anyway, it was actually on our wedding night when my brand-new husband started talking about his best friend, who had been the Best Man at the ceremony. He kept telling me...
Apr
06
I'm not blasé about this. In fact I am petrified. This is against everything I was brought up to be like. It is certainly un Christian. But the truth of the matter is, that Jefferson and I have always flirted and Tony my husband has alway fantasised about Jefferson fucking me. There was no discussion of what this meant, how we would be, what would follow, just this really hot fantasy about Jefferson fucking me bareback and then me going off to tell Tony that I am different now. If that seems a bit daft, then may be we are daft. May be Tony lives too much by the moment and on experimentation. At any rate, Jefferson has come over to the house for supper. He is one of our closest friends. I really couldn't go with a stranger. I have told...
Apr
06
Hell knows where we are driving, some place out west and isolated for sure. Lucien sits in the back of the large saloon car with Adele and me whilst two brothers occupy the front seats. Lucien has his hand up my wife's skirt, fingering her casually as we drive the interstate. He kisses her every so often, her mouth opening responsively to him. I'm the lemon sat next to them. I'm the one with my hands tied together under a nice rug. I'm the one who has been told that if I mess up this 'transition' then I might get lost out in the desert some place. Permanently lost I mean. Adele didn't demure when they said that to me in front of her. Niggas are aggressive around young white bitches. They are capable of violence and she knows it. She...
Apr
06
Two Nights Before My Wedding, Two and Then Three Men

by unknown and re-written by EroticWriter.



Note readers: I found the origins of this story with a different title on another site and found it to be hot enough to save. As I often do, I started re-writing if for fun to suit my tastes. In the end this story is much enhanced, made hotter and lengthened. I also changed the ending. I don't know the name of the original author, but as I have stated before, I never take credit for someone else's work. I either use my own material from actual memories, or take a joke I have heard and make a story out of it, or I create a story from scratch, or I do this.

As the seven men plus my future husband at the two...
Apr
05
Ruth is my daughter in law. She is twenty two, blonde and could so easily be a fashion model. She has a mesmerising figure. So being in a clothes boutique helping her to chose a new skirt is embarrassing. I watch her slip into the changing room with a black leather skirt that is certainly different. It's short (which of her skirts aren't), but this one is gently flared, like a raa raa skirt. Stockings are impossible with this skirt, you would see the tops of them. She smiles as she slips away and I am left to sit on a chair, supposedly reading a newspaper whilst the shop assistant goes and attends to two more trendy youngsters.

'Ian, I need you in here a moment please' she calls.

I blush. I look around and there is no one there. The...
Apr
03
I am exhausted. Completely and utterly exhausted. So when Luther pulled his cock out of me, I was relieved to simply rest against him, my head upon his substantial chest, his big hand stroking my auburn hair. I smell his musk. His perfect ebony skin is next to my eyes when I open them, slowly. I draw in a breathe and release. I kiss his skin and feel his semen leaking out of me. I adore these moments. The intimate, post sex minutes that slip by quietly, whilst the morning light still builds through the French windows of our room. My husband sleeps across the lawn, in the small cabin come art studio that we built ages before I met my lover. He has been locked inside for the night, supplied with a bottle for his urgent toilet requirements...
Apr
01
Not even the most generous minded of you could like me. I understand that. I live a way that no decent wife should. But a circumstance intervened. John my husband was made redundant and that caught us out completely. We had debts. Some pretty hefty debts actually. First there was the repayments on my BMW Z4 which i loved to bits and was loathe to surrender to the bailiffs, and then there was some money owed on the house and its alterations. Marcus, John's younger brother was the voice of sound reason. He said that it was pointless pretending that the redundancy hadn't happened. It was pointless too pretending that John would find it easy to get another job that paid anything like the same sort of income. We should go and live with him...
Apr
01
My wife Jenny steps back into our room after the couple of hours spent with Chester. She is naked save for the black velvet choker that she forgot to remove the previous night. Jenny dates Chester a lot. She is pretty open about her preferences and that cuts me. This is not the way to come out about the way we live. I watch her step quietly into the room, hoping not to wake me. There are some clothes for the day that she wants to collect. Often times she doesn't want the bother of me. Often times she would like to pretend that i really don't exist in this marriage. I watch her pert young breasts move as she reaches into the wardrobe to collect jodhpur pants and boots. They are going riding together. But i can smell her. I can smell her...
Mar
31
So i'm out shopping with Carrie and its like wow, this is the most amazing afternoon ever. First we went and bought new pairs of boots for us each, something in the best Italian leather with the sort of heels that tilt your hips and make your rear look good. Then we bought lingerie, really sensual silk things that slide over your skin. But the real thing about the afternoon wasn't the dreamy purchases. It is the insight into how Carrie lives and how she is sure I can live too.

'So, who is your black friend, the guy who comes to stay most weekends?' I ask. I can't resist asking. Whoever this guy is, he is divine. Imagine the physique of a well trained boxer, shaven headed and with biceps that split shirt sleeves. He's the sort of man...