Finn Bbc Cuck Pt 06

Author's note:

This is Part 6 in a series about a married couple in Finland who develop an obsession with interracial cuckold sex.

If 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.

Aino - 63 yo, Sini's mother

Eli - 65 yo, Sini's father

Sofia - 43 yo, Sini's sister

*****

Finn BBC Cuck Part 06

Sini's face looked grim as she read the text on her phone.

"Is something wrong?" Jari asked in concern.

"It is Baboucarr. He has requests for us tonight."

Jari and Sini were preparing their house for her parent's wedding anniversary celebration that evening. She showed the phone to her husband, and his face looked solemn as he read the message.

"Do you think it is too much?" she asked.

"Is it wrong that I feel an excitement to know that Baboucarr wants to meet our family tonight?" Jari responded as he patted the chastity cage still strapped on his cock.

"I know," Sini concurred with a deep breath. "My heart is racing. It is like my two worlds are colliding. I have the world I grew up in, with my parents and family who are all very traditional and conservative. And then there is the new direction our marriage has recently taken."

"A new direction in our marriage?" Jari chuckled. "It almost sounds innocent somehow, like we're just trying feng shui and not inviting another person into our marriage."

Sini couldn't resist joining her husband in laughter. "Sometimes it is still hard to say it aloud. It all still seems like a dream sometimes."

"It seems real enough to me," Jari commented as he patted the chastity cage again.

"I can't imagine any other husband doing what you've done for me," Sini confessed. "Putting up with everything you've put up with. I want you to know how much I appreciate it."

Jari grinned sheepishly. "I'd be the laughingstock of our whole town if they knew the truth. But I'd be lying if I didn't say I enjoyed it all, even as humiliating as it is at times."

Sini's face turned serious again, and she looked flustered and nervous. Her parents had never met Baboucarr, and there was no reasonable explanation why he would be invited to the anniversary dinner that evening.

"How do you think my parents will react to him?" she asked.

"I don't know," Jari answered truthfully. "He always seems to have a plan, but he is always one step ahead of us. It is as if we are playing checkers while he is playing chess."

"I am worried about the little things. I have started dressing differently. What if they see how Baboucarr looks at me? What if they see how I look at him? I don't know that I can hide my true emotions when I am around him. What if they can tell there is something between us."

"Are you ashamed of him?" Jari asked plaintively.

Sini closed her eyes and thought for a long moment.

"I am afraid of being judged, I suppose," she said somberly. "My parents are old, and they think very traditionally. My aunts and uncles, my cousins, and even my sister, they are all similar. They are not accepting of new ways. What we are doing, it is very outside of their world view. They would not understand."

"I told your mother about him before," Jari blurted out.

"What?" Sini shouted back.

"Not like that. I didn't tell her much. She stopped by our house the other weekend while you were at Baboucarr's apartment. She asked where you were, and I explained that you were out with a friend. When I admitted the friend was a male, she was suspicious. I told her he was like a personal trainer, and she seemed accepting. I didn't mention he was African, although there was no reason to mention that."

"I see," Sini sighed. "This is getting complicated."

"Let's just get through the evening. All will be fine and work itself out, I am sure," Jari reassured his wife.

*****

A few hours later the doorbell rang, and Sini ran up to answer it.

"Aiti, Isa!" ("Mother, Father!") Sini beamed as she greeted her parents.

They gave her a hug, but then her mother, Aino, complained, "Why are you dressed like this? We are simple people, and it is just our family? Who are you trying to impress?" Aino eyed her daughter up and down.

Sini tried to casually play it off. "Oh, I've been fEling a little older lately, so I'm trying to dress a little more youthfully."

Nevertheless, Sini blushed. Her dress looked more appropriate for a Hollywood party than a family get together. The dress was blue and hugged her curves, putting her breasts and ass prominently on display. The hem of the dress almost reached to her knees, but there was a slit up the side that reached to the top of her thighs and well past the top of her thigh high stockings while the shoulderless top seemed almost a size too small, so her breasts were almost spilling out, and it seemed clear she was not wearing a bra.

"My daughter is not old. I am old," her mother replied playfully as she pinched her daughter's cheek.

"But I should mention that we invited someone tonight who is not family," Sini continued, figuring she should try to defuse some of the invariable shock her family would feel when meeting Baboucarr. "He is a very close friend to Jari and me, and I didn't want you to be surprised."

"Why is he coming if we do not know him?" her father, Eli, wondered. "I thought we are here to celebrate our anniversary. Why should he be here for that? He does not know anyone. He will feel out of place. Besides, why does he care to go out of his way for people he does not know."

"Oh father, do not be silly," Sini said as she directed them to sit in the living room. "He is a good friend of ours. We have grown very close to him recently.

"He's not that friend you were out with the other week, is he?" her mother asked suspiciously. "Jari was telling me about him when I stopped by and you were not here."

"He is actually," Sini admitted through gritted teeth.

Sini saw the disappointed looks on her parents' faces.

"Why don't you two just relax," Sini suddenly suggested. "All the food is cooked, but Jari and I need to set the tables."

Aino and Eli took a seat on the sofa while Sini quickly escaped to the kitchen where Jari was finishing moving the poronkaristys (a traditional reindeer dish) to a serving tray. She looked across the counter, and all the dishes were ready. The Finnish meatballs, the pulla bread, the ham, and carrot casserole all looked exquisite.

"So, I tried to give my parents a heads up that Baboucarr was coming," Sini blurted out.

Jari paused and looked at his wife. "And how did they take it."

"Not well," she admitted, her face looking concerned. "They already figured out that I was with Baboucarr last time when my mother visited and I was out. I haven't even told them that he's African."

Jari took a deep breath. "It is alright. Better they get it out of their system now. Besides, they are too proper, so I do not think they will cause a scene in front of Baboucarr while he is here."

"I suppose you're right," Sini conceded. "Have you followed Baboucarr's dress code?"

"Of course. We both know he will verify we have followed his instructions while he is here."

Just then the doorbell rang. Sini ran to answer the door as a steady stream of family and friends arrived over the next half hour.

Soon, the house was lively and filled with mirth and laughter as people told stories and reminisced, especially on their memories over the years of Sini's mother and father, Aino and Eli. The small dustup that Sini had with her parents regarding Baboucarr felt like water under the bridge as she cried in laughter along with her sister, Sofia, to all the trips down memory lane.

And then the doorbell rang one last time, and Sini felt a pit form in her stomach as she quickly took stock of the guests and realized there was only one person not already at the party.

Sofia was closest to the door, and she stepped over and opened it wide. Sini saw the shock on her sister's face when she was greeted by the sight of a young, tall African man standing on the front stoop.

"Baboucarr, welcome, we're so glad you could make it," Jari interjected.

"Who is there?" Sini's father, Eli, called out.

Baboucarr stepped in, and the entire house fell silent as they all stopped and stared at the strapping African gentleman who had just joined their festivities. His dark skin made him stand out in contrast to the pale white skin of everyone else in the living room, but Baboucarr flashed his white teeth and smiled warmly at the clearly shocked tight knit family staring back at him.

"Everybody, this is our friend Baboucarr," Jari announced. "He is from Gambia. We have become very close to him, and he specifically asked if he could celebrate Eli and Aino's anniversary with us, and we are lucky to be in his presence tonight. He does not have any family in this country, so maybe he can join our family for the evening."

Sini's parents gave a begrudging response acknowledging Baboucarr's presence, although it was cold and uninviting.

Nevertheless, Baboucarr beamed as he stepped into the room and proceeded to personally introduce himself to everyone.

Meanwhile, Sini's sister, Sofia, pulled her aside into the kitchen to speak privately.

"Alright, level with me. What's the story?" she demanded to know.

Sini just stared at her sister, perplexed.

"You say he's a good friend, but I've never heard you mention him before, and now he shows up at our family function," Sofia said accusingly.

"He is new in our country. He doesn't have any family here," Sini answered defensively.

"Are you and Jari adopting him?" Sofia scoffed. "How old is he? He is clearly an adult and not a child to adopt, but he looks young a lot younger than you and Jari. What could you possibly have in common with him? You almost look old enough to be his mother."

Sofia saw the hurt look on her sister's face.

"I didn't mean it like that, but really. I just don't get it," she said, her voice a little softer.

"Look, he's just really excited to celebrate our parent's anniversary. How is that a bad thing?" Sini insisted.

"In case you hadn't noticed, he's African," Sofia added.

"Is he? I hadn't noticed," Sini said, rolling her eyes.

"Don't be daft. You can't trust the immigrants. What do you really know about him? You and Jari have a good life. I'm just worried he's trying to scam you somehow. Is he asking for things?"

Sini couldn't help thinking how much Baboucarr had changed their marriage, although he didn't seem to have any interest in their money.

"I appreciate your concern, but Jari and I are fine," Sini replied. "You don't need to worry about us. We're not doing anything with Baboucarr that we don't want to do."

Sofia's eyebrows raised. "What do you mean you're not doing anything you don't want to do? What exactly are you doing with him?"

"He's just a close friend," Sini nervously insisted.

Sofia silently glared at her sister before turning and walking back into the living room to rejoin the party.

A few seconds later, Sini's aunt came into the kitchen.

"Do you have more wine?" she asked, her voice already sounding a little tipsy.

"Is the party that bad that you need to drown in wine?" Sini laughed as she pulled a chilled bottle out of the refrigerator.

"It's a celebration. Let the wine flow like water. By the way, your friend is quite the looker," her aunt confessed.

Sini laughed uncomfortably. "I hadn't noticed," she remarked, not wanting to give even the slightest hint of her attraction to him.

"Don't tell your uncle, but if I was a single woman, I might be tempted to see if those rumors are true about black men."

"Oh auntie," Sini said in surprise to her normally staid aunt's frank admission.

Sini followed her aunt back into the living room and the unexpected sight of Baboucarr charming her parents. The initial cold shoulder he received on arrival had since melted away, and now her mother and father seemed enthralled as Baboucarr regaled them with tales of growing up back in Gambia. Sini couldn't help shaking her head to see how effectively Baboucarr had won them over.

And then Sini felt a shot of jealousy hit her as she watched her own family seemingly falling under his spell. Baboucarr was hers, and she didn't want to share him. So many of her relatives had commented on her new dress style, complimenting her on her sexier appearance, although she did it all to please Baboucarr, but now he almost seemed more interested in her family than her.

She felt like screaming out how Baboucarr had taken over her entire marriage. How she changed everything about how she dressed to please him. How Jari was wearing her panties and stockings and had turned into a submissive. Her pussy moistened in jealousy as she remembered how easily both she and Jari had submitted to the young black man on the same sofa where her parents now sat.

But then Baboucarr gave her a sly knowing wink, and it set her at ease. She held her tongue and took a deep breath, sitting back for a moment and marveling over Baboucarr's smooth and self-assured demeanor.

*****

Jari watched the evening proceed with curiosity. As Baboucarr gained acceptance and even favoritism with Sini's family, Jari felt himself fading into the background, almost as if he was watching the party happen rather than being an active participant.

"Jari, would you mind getting me an Olvi beer?" Baboucarr asked across the room.

The question appeared innocent on the surface, but it carried clear implications in Jari's mind, serving as a stark reminder of the power dynamics between them. No one else seemed to take notice, but Jari knew that Baboucarr was laying a subtle reminder of his dominance.

Jari felt the thong riding up his ass crack as he stood up and walked into the kitchen to grab a beer out of the refrigerator. As soon as he closed the door, his cell phone chimed from an incoming text.

Baboucarr:

Send me photo proof you are dressed appropriately.

His hands started shaking as he read it. He looked around, fearful that someone else might have read the text over his shoulder, but he was alone in the kitchen. The conversation from the dining and living rooms was lively and jovial, punctuated by occasional choruses of laughter.

The kitchen had a swinging doors, so no one else could see him, but someone could walk in at any moment, however, he felt an urgency to fulfill Baboucarr's request. He knew it was dangerous, but he quickly undid his trousers and let them drop to his ankles. Then he picked up his phone and took a selfie of his lower half from the side.

Then he quickly pulled his pants back in place and breathed a huge sigh of relief. If someone had walked in while he took the picture, he wouldn't have any way to explain why he was standing in his kitchen during a party while wearing a thong and thigh high stockings.

Yet it was precisely that danger that sent his blood racing. His heart still felt like it was about to beat right out of his chest as he pulled his pants back up and looked at the picture he just took. He turned his back to make sure anyone who entered the kitchen couldn't see his phone screen as he stared, still in disbelief it was really him in the photo.

His pulse quickened in fear and excitement that someone in his family and friends might discover his secret life as an interracial cuckold. Then he quickly hit send as he texted the picture to Baboucarr before grabbing the beer off the counter.

He proceeded to swing through the kitchen doors and back into the living room.

"Here is your Olvi," Jari said as he rushed over and held the beer out to the bull.

Baboucarr chuckled. "The way you ran over here, you make me feel as if I am the man of the house, as if you are serving me."

"Jari as a servant. Can you imagine?" Sini's uncle joked.

"We can get him one of those butler outfits." Sofia's husband, Armas, added.

"Or better yet, one of those little French maid outfits, you know, with the sexy stockings," Sini's uncle suggested.

Everyone else roared out in laughter while Jari nervously tried to laugh along, wondering if anyone could see his discomfort at the chord of truth they inadvertently struck.

"Oh look, you're mrking Jari uncomfortable," Oino said as she noticed the color drain from her son-in-law's face. "Perhaps we should stop making fun of him like this."

"Be a man, Jari," Eli said as he gave him a slap on the back. "Don't get your panties all twisted up in a bunch," and the whole room erupted in laughter all over again while the thong on his panties rode up his ass, and Jari felt as if he could die inside.

*****

A few minutes later, everyone had calmed down and was seated at the dining room table for the anniversary dinner. Sini's father was at the head of the table, and her mother was just to his right. On the other end of the table sat Jari with Sini and Baboucarr sitting directly opposite each other on either side of him. The main dishes and sides were passed around the table for everyone to take a serving.

The conversation picked up again as everyone began to dig into the food. Sini had just taken a bite of perch when she heard her phone chime. She discreetly held the phone under the table as she read the message.

Baboucarr:

Take off your panties and pass them to me.

Sini felt the color drain from her face. She looked around the table, but no one seemed to notice her reaction to the text, and she tried to play it cool.

Then her gaze shifted directly across the table to Baboucarr. He was engaged in conversation with her uncle, although he gave her a brief glance and an almost imperceptible smile that confirmed the text.

Sini's heart was racing. She could excuse herself from the table to check on something in the kitchen and then remove her panties while in the kitchen, but then she still didn't know how she'd pass the panties to Baboucarr. As form fitting as her dress was, there was no place to hide the panties while walking back from the kitchen.

As crazy as it sounded, she thought that pulling down her panties while seated at the dinner table might be the safest route. Then she could just pass the panties to Baboucarr under the table.

After all, the slit on her skirt was cut high, and she could easily reach in to grab her panties. She just had to be sure that her sister, Sofia, sitting next to her was distracted so that she wouldn't question Sini's actions.

Luckily, Sofia was engrossed in conversation with their aunt, so she was turned away and not paying Sini any mind. Sini took another look around the table, and everyone seemed to be lost in private side conversations, and all she could think was how it was now or never.

*****

Jari saw the dismay on his wife's face when she looked at her phone, although she kept the screen hidden under the table, so he couldn't see the message. Nevertheless, he saw her consternation and nervousness.

Her next action shocked him to disbelief, but sitting at the end of the table, he had a clear view as Sini reached her hand under the table and up her skirt. She quickly pulled her panties down her thighs and past her knees, and then gravity slid them down to her stockinged ankles.

Then she lifted her right foot up out of the panties, although she kept them hanging off her left ankle. Jari looked around the room, but everyone was too busy in conversation to pay any mind to what was happening underneath the table as Sini stretched her left leg out. Her foot bumped against Jari's legs under the table, and he scooted himself back to get out of her way.