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.