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Finn Bbc Cuck Pt 05

Finn Bbc Cuck Pt 05

by oldbroad76
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Author's note:

This is Part 5 in a series about a married couple in Finland who develop an obsession with interracial cuckold sex.

Warnings: The cuckold begins to take on a light sissy role in this chapter, and there are graphic depictions of anal sex. If any of this or interracial or cuckold stories are not of interest to you, then please save yourself the grief and just move along.

Main Characters:

Wife

- Sini, age 41, blonde, C cup, curvaceous big booty, 167/75 - 5'5" 165 lbs. She is an accountant in a government office.

Husband

- Jari, age 45, dark hair, 185/85 - 6'1" 190 lbs. He is an engineer for a tech firm.

Baboucarr

- 29 yo, 190/ 85 - 6'3" 187 lbs athletic build from Gambia and bull to Sini and Jari.

Arja

- 23 yo, black hair, 170/54 - 5'7" 120 lbs. Sini's best friend at work who is currently involved in an interracial relationship with an African immigrant named Davu.

*****

Finn BBC Cuck Part 05

Jari watched his wife, Sini, pack the last few items into her overnight bag.

After she zipped the bag closed, she stood before the mirror, fixing up her hair and make-up. She exuded a glow that left him in awe as he admired his wife getting ready for a date with another man. She was almost giddy with excitement as she prepared herself for their bull.

Baboucarr was due at their house in a half hour to pick her up, and she was busy readying herself for him. She curled her normally straight hair until her long blonde locks had a wavy look that shimmered, and the make-up she applied to her face erased the lines and left her looking years younger, the dark eye shadow making her blue eyes dazzle.

Sini had agonized over what to wear. She was like a schoolgirl preparing for a big date, so desperate to make a good impression. She modelled outfits for Jari, asking his opinion what she should wear on her dinner date with Baboucarr, and Jari was left feeling almost more like his wife's girlfriend than her husband.

Jari helped his wife select the slinky black dress she now wore with a slit on the side that nearly reached to the top of her thighs. The dress was form-fitting, and it hugged her curves, accentuating her round ass and plump breasts. The hem was cut short and only reached halfway down her thighs, and her thick legs looked long and toned in black nylons and high heels.

Jari knew she wasn't wearing a bra or panties underneath, but the dress was so short, she was at constant risk of flashing her ass or pussy. The dress was shoulderless, and Jari had zipped his wife up in the back to keep the dress wrapped tightly on top, although her breasts were almost spilling out.

Sini looked undeniably sexy but sophisticated, almost elegant even, rather than cheap and slutty. She possessed an air of confidence that only enhanced her beauty and gave her an irresistible allure.

She looked absolutely radiant. Jari knew he should be jealous that she put so much effort into impressing another man, yet he was filled with his own excitement at the prospect of his wife spending the night with their bull. In over 19 years of marriage, they had never spent a night apart, and now she was planning to have a romantic dinner without him before spending the night at Baboucarr's apartment.

As she applied a touch of perfume, the doorbell rang, and Sini almost jumped with excitement to answer the door while Jari followed a few steps behind.

Baboucarr stood at the entryway carrying a single rose that he handed over to Sini. The married couple had previously never seen him dressed in anything but casual wear, so seeing his fit, trim body cut a dashing figure in a proper suit and tie surprised them both.

"You look incredible!" Sini shouted as she practically jumped into his arms.

Jari took note how their embrace lasted longer than a few seconds, and the bull openly grabbed her ass while they kissed in front of him.

Sini turned around to face her husband after the kiss broke, her face almost apologetic.

"There's nothing you need from me before I go, is there?" she asked her husband.

"I'm a big boy. I can survive one night on my own," he reassured her.

"About that," Baboucarr spoke. The bull moved past the married couple and motioned for them to follow.

He entered to their bedroom and spied their dresser. He rummaged through the drawers until he came to Sini's panty collection, and she blushed as he held up a lacy pair of panties.

"I'm not actually wearing any panties," Sini explained. "Did you want me to put those on?"

Baboucarr smirked. "These aren't for you. They're for cuckyboy."

The bull held the panties out to him, and Jari was so shocked that he took them without even thinking.

"Sissyboy," Baboucarr explained, "I told you before that you are an important part of this bull relationship. I also told you that there cannot be any question as to who is in charge. So, to that end, you will start wearing your wife's panties. Actually, as much as you seem to enjoy humiliation, I think you may end up secretly liking this."

And with that, he took Sini by the hand and led her out the door, leaving Jari standing alone in his house holding his wife's panties while he contemplated if he would actually put them on.

*****

Sini was giddy from the half bottle of wine she drank during dinner. The meal had flown by in a flash. They were seated in an old family-owned ravintola, or restaurant, near the city centre where they feasted on fresh perch. The restaurant felt familiar, although Sini assumed that was because of the relaxed, warm, inviting atmosphere.

The wine had settled Sini's nerves, and she was pleasantly surprised how easily she got along with Baboucarr. She had feared that their relationship was purely physical and that they would have nothing in common besides sex, but Baboucarr proved himself to be a charming companion and easily calmed her nerves during the meal.

The waiters looked at the age gap couple with odd glances from afar, and she assumed they were judging her either for being with an African man or with someone so much younger. Or maybe both. She realized halfway through the meal that she was still wearing her wedding ring, but when she moved to slip it off, Baboucarr stopped her.

"Leave it on. You are still a married woman," he explained.

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She appreciated his openness, and the rest of dinner passed without incident. Sini quickly shed any concerns and inhibitions as she became engrossed in conversation and banter with Baboucarr. They laughed as they shared their life stories and learned about each other. She recounted what life was like growing up in Finland while Baboucarr opened up about his life growing up back in Gambia. The wine flowed as freely as the conversation and the laughter.

Over the course of the dinner, their interactions went from playful and flirty innuendos to unmistakably sultry promises. The waiter and other restaurant patrons faded into the background, almost as if they no longer existed. Baboucarr reached across the table and took her hands into his, the feel of his skin on her making her skin tingle in excitement.

She slipped off her high heel and rubbed her foot against his leg. Then she rested her stockinged foot on his lap while he ran his hand up her thigh from under the table.

Later, as they left the restaurant, Sini felt completely at ease as Baboucarr took her hand and led her away. She stumbled into his apartment flat, the effects of the wine leaving her feeling a bit woozy, but her pussy was aching with desire, her juices flowing freely as she couldn't wait to be alone with him.

As soon as he closed his apartment door, he pulled down the top of her dress, and her titties popped loose.

"I've been waiting to see these puppies all night," he commented as he eyed her tits bouncing up and down.

Sini dropped to her knees before her young bull. She undid his belt and unzipped his pants, lowering them to his ankles. Then she fished his cock out from his underwear and pushed that down as well.

Her eyes brightened as she held his cock in her hands.

"And I've been waiting all night to have this again," she added.

The entire dinner had been an elaborate elongated round of foreplay, and it left her pussy dripping in excitement, and Baboucarr took advantage of her aroused state.

She felt a closeness, a connection to Baboucarr lacking in her previous affairs with Ekon and Davu. With the other African men, the attraction was purely physical, and as mind blowing as the sex proved to be, the orgasms came harder and faster with Baboucarr.

Baboucarr was every bit the physical specimen that the other prospective bulls had been, but now the emotional connection only added fuel to the fire, fanning the flames of her arousal.

He led the married woman to his bed, and they proceeded to make love. Sini willingly surrendered her body to her young Gambian bull. She sucked his cock, getting him nice and hard before he spread her legs wide on the bed and fucked her right in the pussy. Sini was already practically edging by the time Baboucarr's cock penetrated her, and then she climaxed a half dozen times in quick succession as he fucked her relentlessly.

She was insatiable, begging him to fuck her harder and deeper. They took turns on top with Baboucarr driving her to an orgasm before they switched positions, and then she'd ride him until she reached another climax.

The first time he came in her pussy, she assumed they would wrap things up, but she barely had time to catch her breath before he was hard again and ready to go for round two.

After Baboucarr had cum in and on her three times, she was thoroughly ravished and sexually satisfied. She lay on his bed while he cleaned himself off in the bathroom. Her body was still shaking from the lingering aftereffects of her orgasm, her pussy leaking cum, and the taste of his ejaculate still on her tongue as she spread the cum he sprayed on her tits all over her chest.

Baboucarr had proven himself to be everything she imagined a black bull to be, and she felt a sense of peace and fulfillment, as if the last piece in the puzzle to her life had finally fallen into place. She closed her eyes, her body spent after the exhaustive fuck session, and she fell asleep with a wide smile on her face to the most restful sleep in years.

*****

Jari lay alone in his bed, naked except for the pair of his wife's silk panties he had put on a few hours ago shortly after his wife left with Baboucarr. The silk fabric felt soft and smooth against his throbbing cock as he imagined his wife with their bull.

He recalled how Baboucarr had taken his wife only last weekend. The sight of Baboucarr's cock plowing deep in her pussy was burned into his memory, and the noises his wife made that night, the moans and cries of pleasure echoed in his ears as she climaxed repeatedly on the bull's staff.

Then he remembered how Baboucarr ordered him to wear his wife's panties just a few hours ago. Jari knew it was to reiterate the power dynamic between Baboucarr as the bull and Jari as the cuck.

On paper, Jari was still the husband and owned the house, but in every practical sense, Baboucarr had taken control of his life. Sini had willingly abandoned him to be with their bull for the night, leaving Jari home alone. Furthermore, the bull openly referred to Jari as cuckyboy or sissyboy, and now he was forcing Jari to wear his wife's panties. The conclusions were unmistakable.

It was utterly humiliating, yet Jari's cock responded enthusiastically to the abuse. When he imagined what his wife and their bull might be doing at that moment, his cock flexed and pulsed inside the panties, the fabric rubbing against his manhood and sending him dangerously close to ejaculation.

He was filled with shame and humiliation, but that feeling of loss of control was what he craved. Finally, other men were seeing his wife the way he always viewed her - as a sexy, desirable woman. And even more importantly, Sini was finally seeing herself that way, as well.

Jari shook in excitement as he creamed the panties, his cock exploding, even though he had not even touched himself. He was breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling as the last drops of cum spilled out of his cock.

Jari knew that entering into a bull/ cuck relationship with Baboucarr would irrevocably change his wife Sini as well as his marriage, but Jari was also fully coming to the realization that his own life was changing. He originally thought his role would be as a humiliated voyeur, but now Jari couldn't help thinking that the changes in his life were only just beginning.

*****

"Look at you, Miss Sini, doing the slut walk of shame," Arja greeted her co-worker on Wednesday morning.

Sini blushed as the two women sat alone in their office building before work.

"Shh," Sini scolded her. "Someone is liable to overhear you."

"What, there's nobody else here," Arja pushed back. "So, tell me, how was last night."

Sini almost regretted telling Arja the details of her relationship with Baboucarr, although Arja was the only person besides Jari she could confide in about her clandestine relationship.

"He was incredible," Sini confessed. "We went to dinner, and I felt butterflies in my stomach the whole time I was so nervous, but we got along really well, and I couldn't wait to go back to his place."

"I thought that would be the case," Arja teased her. "You look like you're walking a little funny this morning."

"What are you trying to say?" Sini protested.

"That Baboucarr fucked you so hard you can't even walk straight," Arja bluntly replied.

"Jesus, is it that obvious? My thighs are so sore," Sini admitted as she rubbed the inside of her legs.

Arja laughed. "I bet your pussy is stretched out good too after the fucking he gave you, but don't worry, your secret is safe with me. But how many times did you climax last night?"

"Jesus, do you want a minute by minute account?" Sini complained.

Arja chuckled. "You owe me. I let you sleep with my boyfriend."

"Do you want to sleep with Baboucarr to make it even?" Sini joked back.

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Arja seemingly considered the indecent proposal for a few seconds. "I already have my own African stud. I don't need your Baboucarr. Besides, Davu made me cum three times last night. But I'm still fascinated by your relationship. I mean, I'm dating, but you're a married woman. And what about Jari? How did he take last night?"

Sini bit her bottom lip as she was suddenly reminded of her own husband, and a pang of guilt struck the wife as she realized she hadn't so much as given a thought to him since leaving the house with Baboucarr last night.

"I'm sure he's doing okay," Sini remarked unconvincingly.

"You haven't talked to him, have you?"

Sini shook her head.

"You naughty, naughty wife," Arja scolded her teasingly.

Nevertheless, Sini felt guilty, wondering if Jari wasn't beginning to regret entering into their cuckold arrangement. She couldn't help feeling that at some point it would all become too much for him to stomach.

"Don't worry so much," Arja consoled her. "Jari's a cuckold. He's admitted as much. If that's true, then this is what he wants."

"What if he just thought this is what he wanted?" Sini worried. "It's so humiliating. Baboucarr calls him cuckyboy and sissyboy. And he made Jari wear my panties while I was away last night."

"Maybe you should ask Jari."

"I will when I see him tonight," Sini agreed.

*****

Sini was a little bit hurt by her husband's nonchalant attitude when she arrived home, although she wasn't sure exactly what she expected. Jari just acted as if it was any other Wednesday night, as if he was completely unaffected. He didn't look morose, but he also didn't jump into her arms because he missed her so much, and Sini wasn't sure how to take it. Did she expect him to be overjoyed that she had mind blowing sex with their bull last night?

"Maybe we should talk," she suggested after a few minutes of silence passed.

Jari put down the book he was reading and turned to face his wife. "About what?" he asked.

"How was last night?" she asked with concern in her voice.

Jari laughed. "Not as exciting as yours, I would imagine."

"I'm worried about you."

"I'm a big boy. I can take care of myself," Jari insisted.

"You don't have to pretend to be tough for me. I want to know if you are hurting."

"I was home alone. What is there to talk about? Why don't you tell me about your night?" Jari deflected.

"Stop it. We are still a married couple," Sini insisted, her voice rising.

Then Jari stood up. He undid his pants and lowered them, revealing he was wearing a pair of Sini's thong panties underneath. Jari's cock and testicles were plainly visible through the sheer fabric, and the head of his stiff cock was poking out the top of her panties.

Sini gasped. "Those are not the panties that Baboucarr gave you to wear."

"Yes, I ruined the first pair last night."

"Ruined?"

Jari looked embarrassed. "They are in the dirty laundry. Full of cum," he admitted under his breath.

"I see," Sini acknowledged, visibly shaken as she processed his revelation. "And then you put on another pair of my panties."

Jari nodded his head.

"So you wore that to work?" she asked, pointing at the panties on her husband.

"Baboucarr didn't say I could stop wearing your panties," he reasoned as he pulled his pants back up.

An uncomfortable silence hung in the air between the married couple. "You like wearing my panties, don't you?" it dawned on Sini.

Jari's body was shaking, and his lips were quivering as he tried to hide an embarrassed smile. "I didn't think I would. I know it is meant to be embarrassing, that Baboucarr is establishing his dominance over me, but your panties are so soft and feel so good against my cock. You think less of me, don't you?"

"I suppose that makes sense.... But I don't know what to think," Sini admitted, her mind flooded with thoughts and emotions.

"So, tell me, how was last night for you?"

Sini felt her own secondhand embarrassment, as if she should protect Jari from the details of her affair with Baboucarr, but she remembered Arja's advice that Jari was an admitted cuck who likely reveled in the humiliation.

"We went to a romantic dinner at Toipollisi," Sini stated.

"That is where we celebrated our tenth wedding anniversary," Jari noted.

Sini nodded as she realized why the ravintola had seemed so familiar last night, kicking herself for not recognizing it in the moment. She proceeded to give her husband a recount of her evening with Baboucarr. She saw the genuine interest and excitement in his face, and that only encouraged her to give a more and more detailed account.

He leaned forward as she told him about playing footsie under the table. His eyes gleamed as she talked about how he reached across the table to take her hands. And Jari gave her rapt attention when she talked over the flirty, bawdy dinner conversation.

Then she couldn't help noticing how Jari's hand reached under the dinner table while she talked about the details of her encounter at Baboucarr's flat. She stopped short of telling the explicit details of her affair, but the hurt look on Jari's face caused her to reconsider.

Then the next thing she knew, Sini was reliving her sexual encounter with Baboucarr in vivid detail. She closed her eyes as she imagined his cock stretching her wide open. She caught herself as she mimed wrapping her lips around his manhood as it stretched her jaw wide. Her legs spread apart as she imagined his cock stretching her pussy wide.

Now she was telling the story as much for herself as to satisfy Jari's curiosity. Her husband's hand slipped under the dining table, and judging by his movement, he was at least rubbing his bulge, if not outright jerking himself off.

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