Finn Bbc Cuck Pt 07

Author's note:

This is Part 7 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.

Bull -

Baboucarr, age 29, 190/ 85 - 6'3" 187 lbs athletic build from Gambia

*****

Finn BBC Cuck Part 07

"Our 20

th

wedding anniversary is coming up in a few weeks. Are you sure you're okay with me going off with Baboucarr for a long weekend?" Sini asked.

Jari's mind was still a whirl with all the changes in recent weeks as Baboucarr asserted his dominance as the bull over Jari, the cucked husband. Sini's eyes were gleaming, and her face was bright with anticipation, and he couldn't help feeling that Sini's question wasn't asked in earnest so much as out of politeness.

"Of course, I am," he insisted. "It'll give me a chance to fix up some things around the house. We've been so busy lately that I just haven't had a chance to fix the faucet drips and that light switch that isn't working."

"Oh, you're such a darling," Sini said excitedly as she jumped for joy and gave her husband a peck on the cheek. "You know, I really do love and appreciate you. There are not many husbands who would allow their wives to go on holiday with another man."

Jari laughed uncomfortably, but he couldn't help noticing how she seemed reborn by her relationship with Baboucarr. She was acting over 20 years younger, almost like a teenager. It reminded him of when they first started dating, and he couldn't help reminiscing on the early days of their relationship when their lives were filled with a giddy excitement and the newness of it all. He didn't realize how much he missed seeing that light in her eyes, and he didn't want to do anything to dim that glow, even though he knew that light now shined for Baboucarr instead of him.

It had been several weeks since he last had sex with his wife. He was accustomed to performing clean up duties after she had been with Baboucarr, but his own cock remained untouched and constrained in his cock cage.

As much as Sini's appreciation for him seemed genuine, their relationship was irrevocably changed. He was no longer her man in shining armor. Although she still insisted that he was her bedrock, he felt almost relegated to her friendzone, though he was still her husband by law. Instead, he felt almost like an afterthought, as if she took him for granted whereas her every waking moment seemed concentrated on Baboucarr, her thoughts consumed either by reliving their last encounter or preparing for their next one.

Jari watched as his wife packed a small travel bag. She carefully laid out a few outfits, including several sets of lingerie and high heeled shoes. He couldn't help feeling a sense of jealousy knowing that his wife was planning it all for their bull, but that jealousy turned to a humiliation that left his cock pushing against the steel bars on its cage.

"What do you think Baboucarr will like better?" Sini asked as she held up two pieces of racy lingerie.

"The red one," Jari softly answered.

She placed the red teddy into the bag. "I've still got to do my hair and make-up," she lamented as she zipped the bag closed and rushed over to the sink and mirror. "Baboucarr will be here in fifteen minutes."

Jari sighed. Sini's vibrancy was infectious, and he couldn't help feeling happy for her, even as his pulse raced knowing she would be their bull's sexual plaything for the next few days.

*****

The train ride had been rather uneventful, and now Sini stared wide eyed as the concierge opened the door to their hotel room.

"The honeymoon suite," he said as he waved his hand for them to enter.

The concierge brought their bags into the room as the interracial couple explored what would be their home for the next few days.

"There is a lovely view of the Aura river from your window," the concierge announced as he pulled back the curtain. "Our hotel is located right in the Vanha Suurtori, or the Old Great Square in historical Turku."

Baboucarr nodded his approval as he pulled out a few euros and tipped the worker.

"Thank you, sir. We hope you enjoy your time in Turku," the concierge said with a bow as he left the room.

As the concierge closed the door behind him, Sini pulled up to Baboucarr.

"Finally, we're alone," she said as her hands cupped the sizeable bulge in his pants.

She began to lower herself down to her knees, but Baboucarr caught her arm and kept her on her feet.

"We don't need to rush. We can enjoy our weekend getaway and each other's company," Baboucarr said as he gently brushed her hair to the side and caressed her cheek. "It's been a long train ride to get here. Why don't you change into a nice dress, and let's find a romantic place to eat."

Sini couldn't hide the disappointment on her face. Her lust had built up on the whole train ride to Turku. "I've been waiting all day to be alone with you, and now that I have you all to myself, you would rather feed me at a ravintola than feed me with your manhood," she lamented.

"Good things come to those who wait," Baboucarr reminded her.

Sini purred. "If you make me wait too long, there's no telling how ferocious I'll be once I'm finally unleashed."

"That's what I'm counting on," Baboucarr laughed.

*****

The wrench slipped, and Jari's hand slammed against the back of the cabinet. He cursed aloud in pain and threw the tool to the side in frustration as he sat with his back against the wall.

He was trying to keep his mind on housework, but he knew that Sini and Baboucarr should have already arrived in Turku by now after the 6 1/2 hour train ride, and his mind was consumed by the image of Baboucarr ravishing his wife in a hotel room.

He had driven them to the train station that morning, and he sat alone in the front while Sini canoodled with their bull in the back seat for the whole ride. He felt more like a chauffeur as he drove his wife and her bull to catch a train for a romantic vacation together. She was flirty and couldn't seem to keep her hands off Baboucarr as they made out in the backseat while Jari kept sneaking glances in the rearview mirror, although the couple did nothing to hide their lust from him.

It was eight hours later, and now Jari sat alone in his house shaking in a cold sweat. His cock was throbbing against the bars on his cage as he wallowed in helplessness. His wife was on the other side of the country with her young lover doing God knows what, and Jari felt the full weight and shame of his cuckoldry.

As much as the idea of his wife being with Baboucarr excited him, the cock cage frustratingly muted his arousal. He took deep breaths and tried to take his mind off his wife and her lover, but his thoughts drifted back to Sini's parent's anniversary dinner last weekend.

All night long, Baboucarr had charmed his wife's family, but his sister-in-law, Sofia, caught on that Baboucarr was more than just friends with Sini. What's more, she seemed certain that Jari was aware of everything, as well. For Jari, revealing his cuckold status was both his greatest fear and source of excitement.

Sofia left the party that night without saying a word and wouldn't look him in the eye. Jari had no idea how he would ever face his sister-in-law again, or even what he would say to her. It seemed beyond ridiculous to keep up the charade and pretend that Baboucarr was just a friend, but he didn't know if he was ready to openly be outed as a cuck.

Sofia was a headstrong woman, and he knew she would not hesitate to speak her mind, so the prospect of having his cuckold status being openly exposed left him shaken to his core.

Jari got up and went to his liquor cabinet. He pulled out a small bottle of Kossu vodka, poured himself a shot, and then raised his glass in the air for a solo toast.

"Here's to a future unknown and uncertain," he declared before he downed the shot in one swift gulp.

*****

Sini was confused as she saw the look of dismay on the server's face at the restaurant. When she turned back to face Baboucarr, he was seething, his nostrils flaring, although he was taking deep breaths to calm himself down.

She quickly realized that the server was silently passing judgement on the interracial couple. Even with the recent influx of immigrants, Africans were still rare in Finland, and interracial couples were almost nonexistent.

"You shouldn't let him bother you," Sini said as she placed her hand on Baboucarr's arm. "Who is he to judge?"

Her hand seemed to lower his blood pressure, and his face softened as he looked at Sini. "I could spend my time stewing over that ignorant troll, or I could focus on the beautiful woman in my company," he agreed.

They were seated in a quiet corner of a small traditional family-owned restaurant. There were a few other couples sitting at other tables, but they were all out of earshot, and Sini and Baboucarr had a measure of relative privacy in the dimly lit atmosphere.

They quickly fell into easy conversation that turned increasingly flirty as they feasted on herring and archipelago bread. Sini felt a light buzz as they finished a bottle of French wine.

Baboucarr pulled his chair right next to Sini and put his hand on her legs, his fingers running up her thigh and under her dress. She leaned her head on his shoulders and let her warm breath fall on his neck as she put her hand on his chest and then let it drift down to the bulge in his pants.

They kissed in the soft light of the restaurant as the server returned to give them the check after he'd taken away their dishes.

As he placed it on the table, Baboucarr saw the scowl on the server's face, and he couldn't leave it be.

"I know your kind," Baboucarr said coldly as he placed some euros down on top of the bill. "Why does it bother you so much to see a white woman with an African man?"

"It does not concern me that you are African," the server replied indignantly. "But madame is wearing a wedding ring, and you are not. I presume you are not her husband, but I can't help wondering what her husband would say if he knew that his wife was out on the town with someone like you."

"Someone like me?" Baboucarr shot back, his voice rising. "Sini, call Jari." He said sternly.

"Why are you calling this other man? Are you threatening me?" the server protested.

"Not at all," Baboucarr said with a smirk. "But I don't take kindly to the seedy suggestion that the lovely woman is doing anything behind her husband's back, so I thought maybe you'd like to speak to him directly."

Sini pulled her phone out from her clutch and brought up Jari's phone number. Baboucarr gave her a simple nod, and she pressed to call her husband's cell phone.

"Put it on speakerphone," Baboucarr barked out.

Sini was unsure what to say, and she held the phone out between herself, Baboucarr, and the server as it began to ring over the speakerphone.

The server was clearly confused, wondering what kind of ruse the couple were trying to pull on him.

"Sini, I didn't expect to hear from you? Is something wrong?" Jari's voice boomed from the phone's speaker.

"It's nothing, honey. I'm just out to dinner with Baboucarr," Sini answered.

The server hurriedly reached for the phone. "Excuse me, sir. Is this woman who called you, is she your wife?"

There was a long pause before Jari finally answered. "Yes, Sini is my wife."

"Do you know where she is right now?" the server asked as he eyed Baboucarr, letting the immigrant know that he was calling his bluff.

"She is in Turku. Why do you ask?" Jari responded.

The server looked smugly at Baboucarr. "I regret to inform you, but I thought it might interest you to know that your wife is out to dinner with an African immigrant. They appear to be quite close and comfortable with one another."

The server was confused, however, as he saw the dismissive look on Baboucarr's face. The young black man looked entirely unconcerned.

"Yes, she is with Baboucarr," Jari's voice answered.

"I don't think you understand what I mean," the server persisted. "This man is defiling your wife. Your wife, I'm afraid to say, is a harlot, a whore."

The server thought the cocky arrogant African had underestimated him and assumed that he would not confront the husband on the phone with his wife's obvious infidelity. Sini, in fact, looked horrified as the server described her so lewdly, but the African, he sat forward, eagerly anticipating the husband's response, and his calm demeanor disarmed the server.

*****

Jari held the phone in his hand, still in shock and disbelief. The server clearly thought he was doing Jari a favor by revealing his wife's infidelity, however he knew he needed to correct the misconception and not let Baboucarr and Sini unfairly bear the blame. But doing so would force him to publicly acknowledge that he was a cuckold. The fact that the server was a perfect stranger to him in a faraway city provided some level of anonymity, yet he still hesitated.

His sense of decency, however, outweighed his own pride, and he finally decided to just come clean, if not to the stranger, then at least to himself, and openly admit the truth.

The phone was shaking in his hand as he started to speak.

"I am a cuckold," he declared. "A man who lets his wife, Sini, take on an African man, Baboucarr as her lover. They are on holiday together."

"Her lover?" The server was clearly flummoxed. "You allow this? But why?"

Jari took a deep breath before responding to the faceless stranger on the other end of the line. "I see the disappointment in my wife's face when she is with me. Baboucarr can satisfy her in all the ways I cannot. I love my wife, and all I want is her happiness. But not many people know our secret. As I'm sure you can imagine, it is not easy for others to understand."

"And you allow this? You let this man, this African, just sleep with your wife," the stranger said with indignation and repugnance.

"Yes," Jari replied, growing bolder as he continued speaking. "Baboucarr is our bull, and he deserves your respect, and so does my wife. We are all consenting adults, so I do not see why it is of any concern to you."

"But he is black," the server said derisively. "He is African, an immigrant. Any self-respecting woman, let alone a wife, must surely be a harlot to be with someone like him."

And then Jari heard Baboucarr's commanding voice speak up with steely resolve. "You can insult me, but I'm thick skinned, and I can take it, although I don't see why my skin color should be of any concern to you one way or the other. But now you've insulted the lady, and I won't stand for it. You owe her an apology."

"Apologize to this whore, this slut," the server replied incredulously. "You are mad, the whole lot of you."

"Jari, I'm afraid we have to hang up now. I will not stand for this server's rudeness," Baboucarr declared. "Come Sini, let's go."

The phone call ended, and Jari fell to the floor, his back slumped against the wall. His heart was racing a mile a minute, and his arms and legs were shaking uncontrollably as he felt the cum leak out of his cock and dribble down his leg.

*****

Sini felt as if she was in a surreal daze as the whole scene unfolded in front of her. Truth be told, she was apprehensive about the whole weekend getaway. She had only ever been with Baboucarr for overnight sex sessions, and she worried he might easily grow tired of her, that all they had in common was sex and lust.

Nevertheless, her body tingled in excitement the whole train ride over, and it felt so odd, almost strange to be seen openly in public with a man other than her husband. She feared someone she knew would see her with her bull, but her worries eased with each passing kilometer from Oulu.

Baboucarr had never travelled anywhere since moving from Gambia, and he was clearly captivated by the Finnish countryside. He stared out the window at the lakes and farming country, marveling at the nation's lush natural beauty.

Having lived in Finland all her life, Sini had travelled to Turku with Jari several times, and she explained the history and topography of the different regions to Baboucarr as they traversed the nation.

The whole train ride pass by in a flash, although she couldn't help feeling more like a mother explaining things to a child the whole time, and the curious wonder in Baboucarr's eyes reminded her how young he was compared to her.

She saw the stares and glances from the other train riders. She felt the weight of their judgement upon her. Some looked on curiously, while others looked clearly dismayed or disgusted, although she couldn't tell if it was because she was rocking the cradle or because of Baboucarr's race. Maybe it was both.

That evening, as they sat in the restaurant, the server's attitude toward them was no different, although she was getting used to ignoring it and retreating into her own world with Baboucarr. She had worn a slinky dress with a plunging neckline that left her ample cleavage on display, and it was obvious she was not wearing a bra.

The dress was long, the hem almost reaching to her ankles, but the slit on the side was cut high and revealed the top of her thigh high stockings. There was no mistaking the interracial pair as anything but a romantic couple out to dinner.

The server's blunt admonishment at the end of their meal had shocked her to silence, and she nervously sat on her chair as Baboucarr and Jari confronted the server. Baboucarr's boldness had surprised her when he asked her to call Jari, and she found her hands fulfilling his request, even as her mind questioned the soundness of it.

Part of her thought that they should just walk out of the restaurant, even if in shame, but Baboucarr's strength as their bull was readily apparent as he defended their relationship.

What's more, her husband's open admission to their cuckold lifestyle surprised her. The server had clearly hoped to publicly shame the interracial couple, but Jari had refuted the server's racist accusations, and then Baboucarr roundly put him in his place.

She was grateful for both men in her life. She realized how much Jari still meant to her, even as Baboucarr had physically dominated her life recently. Her husband might not satisfy her sexually, but he was still an emotional anchor for her, and now he even proved his love for her, even when she was on holiday with their bull.

She felt sorry for Baboucarr, suddenly becoming much more attuned to the casual racism he was constantly subjected to.

After Baboucarr picked up the bill with the euros on top and shoved it at the server to pay for the meal, he grabbed her wrist and led her out of the restaurant. She couldn't help but feel a hint of guilt, knowing that her husband was home alone while Baboucarr was leading her back to the honeymoon suite in the hotel room for a sex-filled night of debauchery.

*****

Jari groggily awoke from his slumber as his cell phone ring tone grew louder and louder like an approaching freight train. The bedroom was still cloaked in darkness, and a quick glance at the clock on his bedside told him it was 2 AM.

He picked up his cell phone and saw it was his wife making a video call.

"Sini?" he asked haltingly as he picked up the call, but instead he was greeted by the sight of Baboucarr's strong face filling his screen.

"Cuckyboy, have you been good?" Baboucarr asked.

Jari felt a lump form in his throat, and he wasn't quite sure how to answer.