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Darkwanderer

The Dark Wanderer cuckold and slutwife story archive

Aug
29
The first thing that Judith knew when she awoke was that Saul was gently stroking her between her legs. His big black hand travelled down across her flat belly, over the bush of her sex and down across the inside of her thighs. She was especially sensitive there, especially receptive. Hell, there had been parties when he had shown other brothers just how neatly this all worked. He would run his hand up beneath her skirt, touch her thighs and she would give him the please darling fuck me look. They would then troop out onto a balcony, or into a conservatory some place and then Saul would fuck her in front of an appreciative audience of other black alpha males. Now she felt his easy touch again. She felt the way that his fingers ran light...
Aug
28
When the knock came on our front door, I had been expecting it. No….I had been dreading it. One thing you never did was take a loan with that fucking loan shark Moses. The bastard, he charge interest rates that would make your eyes water. Ten days may be. You paid fast, on time or else the interest rate soared. Well, I'd not made the repayment date had I. So the door bell, it was Moses and his men. Moses dropped by and he took you apart, or else he trashed your home. Something nasty always happened. I remember looking at Ruth and swallowing as best i could. My mouth was drier than the sahara desert. 'Give him your car, its not worth much, but give it to him. Something to shave off some interest, for now' she whispered. I nodded. It was...
Aug
28
Luke, my wife's lover, my master, has a deal of psychology about him. He understands me, my tolerances and weaknesses and he understood women even more so. We'd gone over to Mama's as I thought to show her just how much control he and my mistress Alice had. I sort of anticipated the shaming of that. I got it that it was part of my outing. But when he fucked Mama in front of me too, well, I was in awe of the man. He knew that my mother was ripe, that she needed to be with a man again. After all, she is slim, attractive, just in her fifties. He'd visited with Alice and noted no doubt the way that Mama looked at him. Men like Luke, black men are vain and they are geared up to spot when a woman gives him cow eyes. That second visit with me...
Aug
27
By Gustav Jorgenson

My wife Molly had worked with troubled youths as a counsellor for years before taking a job with a non-profit providing career counselling for disadvantaged youth in Oakland, CA. She did feel a little awkward being the only white woman working there, but she was determined to fit in. So one night she invited some of her coworkers over to our home for dinner and to plan some upcoming fundraisers. They asked me to sit in since I have a background in finance, and I might be able to offer some guidance around fiscal matters.

I was sitting around our dining room table with Molly, Trevon, the director, Shanice, the associate director, and Jada, another counsellor.

“Of course our most popular fundraiser is always the...
Aug
27
After Alice made me confess to Mama that I supported her going with the black guy Luke, I had nightmares. For three nights they came, each time causing me to wake sweating in the darkness. I was still there. In the box room next to where Luke was servicing my wife. I woke, breathing fast, listening to the rhythmic ramming of Luke's erect cock into Alice. There was the repetitive knocking of the bed head on the wall. The sound of her feint gasps and groans as he triggered the inevitable orgasms, that which caused her body to shudder beneath him. The nightmares. In one I was dead and was being buried, discarded in an overgrown, unvisited graveyard. Alice and Luke looked on, dressed to the nines. They weren't in mourning. Another, I was...
Aug
27
She looked at me, her face contorted, he loomed behind my wife as his penis entered her for the first time. She gave me a look of pity, as if to say sorry, I'm so very sorry but this has changed everything. She was on all fours in front of him on our marital bed, he slowly pulled his huge, black, veiney member all the way out of my wife as her stretched vagina clung on. He was solid and his cock remained at her enterance, nudging my wife's glistening pussy. She could feel it there and slowly moved herself back allowing her cunt to push onto his cock. He stood still, a triumphant look on his face as my wanten wife showed her desire for his cock in front of her emasculated husband. She let out a guttural moan which told me in no uncertain...
Aug
26
It was after we finished our cruise to the Caribbean that Alice said we had to talk to Mama about things. According to Alice the cruise had been a complete success. From the very start in Southampton, on board, it was openly recognised that Luke was her lover and I was her cuck. She and i might have worn the wedding rings, but there was no doubt at all as regards who the couple was. You should have seen them at the formal dinners. Black skinned, suave fucking Luke in the tuxedo and my blonde and lovely wife, dressed to the nines. He wore the swanky Rolex and she wore the matching ladies model, just another signifier of what was going down. They danced, kissed, touched, it wasn't at all discreet like some of the gay sex was. On the...
Aug
25
The Nerd and His Slutty Wife

by RLM


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The Nerd:


The deep, sonorous sounds of the chimes from the library tower interrupted my concentration on circuit design. I had heard them many times and wondered why I always had this compulsion to count the number of times the chimes sounded. Since I knew the time, it was as if I were trying to catch that inanimate machinery making an error by missing the correct count. Nevertheless... logical or not... I seemed to always end up counting. Tonight was no different. As the chimes sounded... I continued to count:


... BONGGGGGGggg ... Nine....
Aug
24
Hi everyone, Jenny here. This is certainly my story, about what I've been doing, but I guess too that it's part instructional. I mean if you're like me, married to a nice man but not quite the man you thought he'd grow to be; if you're in a relationship with someone else too and you contemplate making your husband your slave, then the story represents guidance.

I am 24 and Craig is 29. I'm a college graduate who works in science whilst Craig is a librarian. Already I'm a senior scientist with a professional reputation and a growing circle of well educated friends. Craig is diligent, hard working and well organised, but he has no ambition at all. He just wanted to work, to cook for us and to look after me. He pretty quickly and...
Aug
23
They say that prison rehabilitates you. That’s what the politicians and law-and-order folks like to think anyway. The idea is that after a taste of life in the pen you never wanna go back. As a result, well, you give up on crime and try to make a more valuable contribution to society. A spell inside’s supposed to educate you, to make you a better person.

My name’s John, by the way, and, my time in the big house educated me all right. It educated me to appreciate that life just ain’t fucking fair, man. The things that go down, they just ain't right. It’s fucking obscene what those prison gangs can get away with. My time in the pen certainly educated me. It taught me to always show respect to big black thugs and their bitches. It taught...