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The Dark Wanderer cuckold and slutwife story archive

Book 20

Things are quiet as we've all had vacations planned for the summer, first us and now Ray is away. The last time they saw each other was July 21st which seems like ages ago now but it's been good for us as we've had a chance to reconnect a bit as well as explore our feelings a bit more.

Last week with Ray away, I wasn't sure what was going to happen. I expected Suzanna to be a bit disappointed on Thursday but I wasn't sure how/if it would affect the rest of the week. I remember thinking that, "okay, I won't push her and we'll see what happens".

Tuesday night comes and we're both pretty sedate and I remember us going to bed without much fanfare or our usual Tuesday night romp.

Wednesday morning came and...
Becky pays reparations Part 2

After atoning for recent sins with a member of The Black Power Movement, Becky has new outlook on life and racial justice. Embracing the Movement's philosophies, she agrees to return and continue paying reparations. Her marriage comes a distant second. Besides, her husband is turning into a willing cuckold and undeserving.


Bathed in the light of lava lamps, Becky was swinging her ass while pulling down her panties. She easily pulled off her shirt and was completely naked other than her red high-heels. Reggie, her black lover, nodded. "It's proper that you agreed to return tonight." he said.

Becky, expressionless, replied, "I need to do what I need to do. You want...
Bazaar drama: White wife, black student Part 1

A wife volunteers for the local high school fund raiser. Catching the eye of one of the school's best athlete, she gets herself in an interracial tryst. From a wholesome wife to a sex addict, Black Pine has itself another cheating wife.


Nancy was a 25-year old woman with blonde hair. She had a great, fit figure and was only 7 years since she graduated White Pine high school since renamed. Nancy was long proud of her breasts and firm ass since her teen years. But she was raised to be very proper, white proper, and refused to follow her fellow students to the road of promiscuity. The number of lovers she had through college were few and brief. After 4 years at the...
Genesis of Two Escorts
by RLM

Early Years: Third/Fourth Grades

I think it started when I was in the 3rd grade or maybe it was the fourth. It's hard to remember. Our school had a cafeteria for the students where we could buy a nutritious and tasty lunch for just 50 cents. The rest of the cost was provided by the city and state. Each day, my mother would give me 60 cents, 50 for the lunch and an extra dime to buy a snack in the afternoon. My only problem was that the snacks that I wanted usually cost 15 or 20 cents and I only had a dime.

Book 19

We talked and teased each other about her ‘new man’ and the effects were quite apparent as she commented several times both Saturday and last night, that my cock felt HUGE to her. I joked back that her pussy felt small to me! Again it was near simultaneous orgasms for both of us that my letting loose in her totally set her off. Biting her lip (our daughter was home and in her room) she thrashed her head about but also bucked her hips up at me with each thrust.

Afterwards as we lay in bed she leaned over and started to talk quietly to me asking me how I'm going to like ‘sharing her’ again and then her telling me how wet I'd made her and how she ‘wonders how much Ray can cum’.

After this kind of talk,...
a.k.a. He Was Black, My Wife’s First Strange Fuck

Subtitle: The Perfect Cock.

By EroticWriter

“Baby, you choose one.”

“No,” my wife said, “You choose.”

I frowned as I looked around the bar. “Shit Sally, there are so many guys and no matter who I choose it probably will be some guy you’d prefer not to fuck.”

My lovely little wife with the pixie face sighed. “Ray, if I pick a guy you will be jealous of him from the first moment and be suspicious and wondering why I chose him, so I prefer that you do it and that way you can’t come back and accuse me later.”

My wife and I, over a period of several days, had been discussing my wanting to see her...
Hello, race traitors! Having a wonderful summer...? All those white girls showing off their beach bodies for African Kings and Queens to use...? God, you're all so pathetic~

Enjoy this story? You'll love my new tale Blackr - The New Interracial Hookup App and Ruined by her Black Ex-Boyfriend. The Black Supremacy Future Anthology XII is also out.

If you really enjoy maltreatment of white boys, try Blacked Student!

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Although not quite 'real,' the following events are in a very real sense true. The characters and setting are dreamlike, but the theme cums from all of our hearts, our collective unconscious, and cannot be denied. The setting is vague, in the near future, in a dreamworld, but like ours, it is feverish for BBC.

Follow my haphazardly hypnotic train of thought, and reward your own inadequacies with me if you must, white boys. Revel in the inevitable, the triumph of African Phallus. Ascend with me to the pinnacle of Big Black Cock, and know that I'm just trying to be honest about its magnificence.

I imagine there are many, many stories involving the Goldstein Lectures. This is just the first I'm throwing out there, as sort of an...
Crippled and Bitched (Part Two)

“How are you feeling Mr Thomas?” the nurse said.

I awoke with a start. The pain in my ribs was intense and I felt woozy. I glanced at my surroundings. I was in a bed in a hospital room. My wrist and my right foot were in hard plaster. I had a bandage on my head and another round my lower back and buttocks. A tube was attached to my cock so I could piss into a plastic bag.

“You had a lucky escape,” the nurse continued. “You’ve got five broken ribs, your right wrist and pelvis are both fractured, your left fibula is broken and you have concussion.”

I stared at her blankly. That didn’t sound like a “lucky escape” to me. I felt like shit. But when the memories of those “Rainbow Forum” messages started...
The Hot Wife Jean and Kevin, part 3

It had been a couple days and things were quiet! Neither my wife nor I had heard anything from Kevin and personally I was thankful! I was still not sure I liked any of what had happened but I knew I also knew as Kevin had told me on the phone, I didn’t have much choice in the matter. The only alternative was to lose the love of my life and we had only been married a few months!

The call came on Tuesday. I was working the afternoon shift so I was home when the phone rang at 9:00 am. I answered it and it was Kevin and he immediately asked for my wife. I handed the phone to her and stepped back listening to the one side of the conversation I could hear. Jean wasn’t saying much and I was dying to hear...