Finn Bbc Cuck Pt 08

Author's note:

This is the final chapter in an eight part 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.

Arja

- 23 yo, black hair, 170/54 - 5'7" 120 lbs. Sini's best friend at work.

Davu

- 25 yo, 188/ 82 - 6'2" 180 lbs muscular build. Sini's African boyfriend.

Sofia

- 43 yo, Sini's older sister.

Ekon

- 24 yo, 190/90 - 6'3" 220 lbs, muscular build from Gambia.

*****

Finn BBC Cuck Part 08

"So how did it go?" Arja asked excitedly, inquiring about the holiday weekend that Sini spent with her bull, Baboucarr, in Turku.

It was early morning, and Arja and Sini were the only ones in the office since they typically arrived 30 minutes before anyone else.

"I suppose it went okay," Sini said with an embarrassed smile.

"Why you're positively glowing," Arja complimented her work mate.

Sini sighed as her friend stared at her expectantly. "What, do you want all the gory details?"

"Only the juicy salacious ones," Arja smirked.

"As if you don't have your own big black African lover," Sini countered. "I think you can imagine how my weekend was. It's nothing you haven't done with Davu, I'm sure."

"But I'm young and single. You, you're a married woman. The change in you these past few months has been transformational. You're like an all-new woman, completely reborn."

"I'm still the same old Sini," she asserted.

"Maybe you don't see it, but everyone else does," Arja continued. "You dress so differently now with your hair done up and make up on your face. And your wardrobe. You finally started getting clothing from a fashion house rather than a convent."

Sini looked dismissive. "I'm still the same woman inside," she insisted.

"People are taking notice," Arja persisted. "I even overheard our manager talking about how sexy you looked last week," Arja added with a wink.

"Ew, but he's... ew..."

Arja laughed. "Of course you're not going to trade out Baboucarr or even Jari for him, but I'm just saying, there are a lot of men who find you incredibly attractive and alluring."

"I suppose it's nice being noticed," Sini sighed. "I just hope our manager and other folks in the office don't think I'm just a sexual object. I mean, I'm a professional."

"Relax. You're dressing more sophisticated and elegant, not slutty and sexy," Arja pointed out. "The good news is they finally see you as the highly desirable woman you are whereas before all they saw was a good worker, but they still don't have a clue what a slut you are for black cock."

"Jesus, Arja," Sini said in alarm as she scanned around, assuring herself they were still alone. "Keep your voice down. What if someone walks in here."

"Don't worry," Arja laughed. "Your secret's safe with me. After all, I'm every bit as slutty for black cock as you."

Sini just shook her head in disbelief, but then she motioned for Arja to quiet down as the door rattled open and their manager arrived at work.

*****

"So how did it go?" Davu asked.

Baboucarr and Davu were using upside down paint buckets as makeshift stools while eating lunch at the construction site.

"I had a blast. Sini is insatiable. I get to enjoy fucking the wife, but her cucky husband gets all the mortgage payments and bills," Baboucarr laughed.

"You've got a good thing going," Davu remarked.

"As if you don't, also," Baboucarr chuckled. "Arja is a nice piece of ass."

"Don't think I didn't consider dumping Arja for Sini," Davu warned him. "Sini's got that firm round ass that's just begging to get fucked. Arja's so skinny that I wish she had a booty like that, but she's such a freak in bed that I can't say no to her. She lets me do anything I want to her. Besides, I didn't want to deal with that whole married situation. It just seemed too complicated. Like, at some point her husband has got to be a man and take back his wife, doesn't he?"

"I used to wonder the same thing," Baboucarr admitted, "but I think he gets off on it. He's such a sissy. He wears a cock cage. He can't even get hard anymore. I made him start wearing his wife's panties and lingerie. He wore a fucking bra all day last week. He can't fuck her anymore, and he always has to clean my cum out of her ass and pussy."

"Damn, what the fuck? You sure he's not gay," Davu questioned.

"Doesn't matter if he is or isn't, as far as I'm concerned because I'm not," Baboucarr laughed. "But it puts him in his place. There's no question who is the man in the relationship, and it sure as hell isn't him."

"So where is all this going? Are you going to move in and take over their house?"

"I like things how they are," Baboucarr decided as he reflected on the question. "If I move in, then I'm around them 24/7 and in all their business, caught up in whatever marital drama they got and all the day to day hassle. I don't need a wife. Right now, I get the best of both worlds. I get all the sex I want, when I want it, and however I want it, but I don't have to put up with any other crap. And I get to toy with the husband and see how much I can humiliate him, but I still have my own place to just kick back and chill."

"How long do you think things can stay like that?" Davu asked.

"I don't know," Baboucarr admitted. "When I first became their bull, I made them beg me to be their bull and pledge to submit to me. I don't make neither of them do anything. This is what they want."

Davu whistled. "Like I said, you've got a good thing going.""

"It's crazy," Baboucarr reflected. "A few years ago, we were both poor boys out on the streets of Gambia. The girls barely even talked to me back home. Now here, the women are throwing themselves at us."

"Except none of those girls back home minded bringing you home to meet their family. At least you've met Sini's family. Arja is still scared to have her family meet me," Davu lamented.

"Have you told your family back in Gambia that you're with a white girl?"

"My mother would shun me for dating outside our race," he conceded.

"Exactly," Baboucarr laughed. "My family, too."

Just then, their foreman appeared into view. "Back to work," he called out to the two Africans.

Davu and Baboucarr packed up their lunch containers, but as they walked back, Davu whispered, "If you want, there's a way to make your bull arrangement with the married couple official."

Baboucarr looked at his friend with a confused expression.

"I'll explain more later," Davu promised.

*****

"So, what did you do last weekend while I was away?" Sini asked her husband as they sat around the dinner table after work.

"I cleaned up around the house," he answered.

"So, I guess it was an uneventful weekend then," she concluded.

"Not as exciting as your weekend, I'm sure," he responded dryly.

Sini blushed as she recalled the holiday weekend in Turku spent alone with Baboucarr.

"Actually, your sister came to visit," Jari remembered.

Sini's ears perked up as she recalled Sofia's suspicions about her relationship with Baboucarr during their parents' anniversary party a few weeks ago.

"Why? What did she want?" Sini asked, trying to hide the alarm in her voice.

Jari's face turned serious. "Remember how after the party, I told you that she knew about your affair."

"Yes, I know she suspects, but there is a big difference between what she knows and what she can prove. My parents, my family, they can't know," Sini said, her voice rising in alarm.

"Well, she knows everything now," Jari admitted as he stared at the floor.

Sini gasped. "Jari, what have you done? Why would you tell her?"

Jari looked at the heavens as if he was searching for deliverance before looking down again to face his wife. "She came here and saw me cleaning the house in women's underwear. I was in your stockings, bra, and panties."

Sini's face turned white as a sheet. Her chest felt hollow, as if someone had blown a hole right through her heart. "And then?" she asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Then I told her everything. About you and me... and Baboucarr."

"Everything?" she asked hesitantly.

Jari nodded somberly.

"If she tells my parents, my aunts and uncles," Sini realized. "Or your family, I mean... they won't understand. They'll think you're a freak and that I'm a whore."

"I don't think she'll tell them," he reassured her.

"Did she promise?"

"Not exactly, but it's just a feeling," he clarified.

"Well, that's just great," Sini said sarcastically. "Jesus, Jari. This could be the ruin of us."

"Do you regret everything?"

Sini sat back and reflected on all they'd been through the past few months. "I don't," she finally concluded, her voice firm in her decision. "I wouldn't change a thing."

"Well, then there's nothing to fear then, is there?" Jari pointed out.

Sini smiled. "I suppose not," she agreed, although she still had an uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach.

"After all, our 20

th

wedding anniversary is coming up, you know," Jari reminded her.

"Well, here's to 20 more years of wonderful marriage," Sini toasted. "Or whatever the hell it is we've gotten ourselves into."

*****

Baboucarr smiled when Jari answered the door in a french maid outfit on the following Saturday.

"If I didn't know better, I'd think you enjoy cross-dressing, cuckyboy," the bull commented.

Jari smiled politely but uncomfortably as Baboucarr walked past him and entered the house, but Baboucarr laughed deeply when he saw Sini.

"Isn't that cute?" he said, clearly amused. "You're wearing matching outfits, both dressed up as French maids. I'm sorry, sissy, but Sini wears it much better than you do."

Both Sini and Jari blushed as Baboucarr made himself comfortable and took a seat on the sofa.

Baboucarr chuckled. "Your marriage has been through a lot of changes recently, hasn't it?"

The married couple nervously fidgeted before the young bull. "Yes, it is different from the first 20 years," Sini admitted.

"You two have been married for 20 years," Baboucarr asked.

"Almost. Our anniversary is in two weeks," she clarified.

Baboucarr sat back and looked deep in thought while the married couple patiently stood at attention.

"Do you still love your husband?" Baboucarr asked.

Sini hesitated, and Baboucarr noticed the concerned look on Jari's face, as if he feared her answer.

But Sini pulled herself together. "Yes, always."

"Even as he stands there dressed like a sissy in women's garb and underwear," Baboucarr pointed out. "Even as he eats another man's cum from your pussy and ass. And even as he lets another take his wife and fuck her in his very own home and his very own bed."

Sini looked taken aback and shaken, but she resolutely pulled herself together again and answered, "Yes, he is my husband."

Then Baboucarr turned his gaze to Jari, and the husband almost cowered.

"It is easy to see what is in it for Sini. She gets a real man, a bull to finally satisfy her. But now that you've lived this new lifestyle, do you have any regrets? You wear that cock cage and can no longer make love to your wife. Giving your wife over to an immigrant, an African. Dressing like a sissy. Calling you cuckyboy. Tell me, do you enjoy eating my cum?"

Jari's face looked pale as Baboucarr recounted his humiliations, almost as if he was dizzy and might pass out. He looked down, ashamed, but he quietly responded, "I would not change a thing."

Baboucarr's face broke into a smile. "Very well, then. It is fortuitous timing with your 20

th

anniversary fast approaching. Have you any plans?"

The married couple looked at each other and shook their heads. "No, we've been so busy adopting this new lifestyle and all these changes, we haven't really had the chance to plan anything," Sini admitted.

Baboucarr sat back and thought for a moment. He looked at the married couple standing before him, studying them intently.

"Many married couples, they renew their wedding vows on a milestone anniversary, but I'm proposing something slightly different," the bull finally spoke.

"What exactly are you suggesting?" Sini asked.

Baboucarr grinned. "That we have a ceremony."

"We?" Jari questioned.

"Yes, a cuckold affirmation ceremony. It is quite similar to a wedding ceremony, but with some key twists. It is a celebration of the wife's sexual freedom and the husband's submission and devotion to his wife's pleasure."

Baboucarr paused to let his words sink in for the married couple.

"What is your role then?" Jari asked.

"My role is as the bull who will satisfy her sexual needs."

"So, this is a ceremony to make official our cuckold arrangement?" Sini asked, her interest piqued.

"Exactly. Your role as husband and wife will not change," Baboucarr reassured them. "Of course, this is not official in the government books, but in the eyes of God and in our hearts, our lives are inextricably tied together in defined roles."

"But you say it is similar to a wedding ceremony, but where would it be? Would anyone else attend?" Jari asked.

"It is similar in that you will exchange vows and your commitment to one another, although this will not be in a church like your original ceremony," Baboucarr chuckled as he looked across the room.

Jari and Sini followed the bull's gaze to their wedding portrait hanging on the wall. They looked so impossibly young back then as they stood in front of the altar with their whole lives ahead of them. It was hard to believe that was 20 years ago, although in some ways it felt almost like yesterday.

"It won't be a very large ceremony," Baboucarr continued. "I don't imagine you will be inviting all your family to witness this time, there should be a few guests to celebrate this moment in your life. Since it is a smaller ceremony, however, it seems quite apropos if we do it in your house, if that is agreeable."

"We bought this house right after we got married," Jari remarked.

Baboucarr smirked. "So, you've owned it for as long as you have been married. It is perfect then. This is the home of your marriage. Where you have shared in all your triumphs and disappointments. Where you shared all the secrets that lovers keep. And where you invited a poor African man into your marriage and let him take your wife on your own bed. And in this home, you will renew your vows in a cuckold affirmation."

Sini and Jari looked at each other, cautiously trying to gauge the other's reaction.

"Is this what you want?" Jari asked his wife.

"Only if it is what you want, as well," she answered.

Jari somberly nodded his head, and Sini followed suit as they came to agreement.

"Then we will have an affirmation ceremony," Baboucarr concluded. "If you want, I can do the planning for a ceremony in two weeks on the date of your 20

th

anniversary. But again, this is your choice. This is your vow to make to each other, a vow to open your marriage to me, and me accepting my role as the bull in your marriage."

Sini began nodding her head yes.

Jari sat emotionless for a few seconds before his steely face softened, and he took a deep breath before finally speaking.

"Let's do the ceremony."

Baboucarr smiled. "Good. Leave it to me to arrange everything."

*****

Sini and Jari were sitting around the dinner table the next night. They had gone about their lives the next day, but the specter of the affirmation ceremony hung over them, unspoken but ever present.

"Are we really doing this?" Sini asked, finally acknowledging the elephant in the room.

"We have been on a journey these past few months," Jari answered cryptically.

"Is where we have ended up on that journey, is that where we want to be?" Sini pondered.

Jari sat back and reflected for a moment before responding. "I've watched your transformation over this journey. Before it was as if you were in a winter hibernation, but now you've blossomed into life again. Your eyes were dull, but now they sparkle like diamonds. I hear the excitement in your voice when you are talking about Baboucarr. I see the extra hop in your step, the way your ears perk up whenever we talk about him. How you are captivated by him. I see the pleasure he brings you, so how can I deny your happiness, a happiness that I, myself cannot give you."

"But what about the change in you?" Sini worried. "He humiliates you. You are wearing my panties and a cock cage right now. You even wear them to work now. Then when you come home, you put on a bra or other lingerie. Is this really who you are?"

Jari sighed. "I think you're still mad that Baboucarr said you could not be together for the next two weeks, not until after the ceremony. Maybe you are just horny for his black cock."

"I'm serious," Sini insisted "What if this is a phase we're just going through? I'm still your wife. I always will be. Nothing will change that. But this commitment is for both of us to make, and I'm not making this commitment unless it's what you want, as well."

Jari eyed his wife lovingly for a long moment as silence hung in the air. Then he smiled and answered simply, "Yes, it is what I want."

*****

"Ooh, that's so exciting," Arja responded after Sini told her about the planned ceremony.

"You don't think this is all silly?" Sini lamented.

"This is a celebration of you and your sexual freedom. How is that not exciting?" her friend answered.

"Don't you think perhaps I'm being selfish, acting like a spoiled princess."

"Oh Sini," Arja chided her. "You're kind to a fault. You're always putting others before yourself. Jari wants you to be happy. He want you to celebrate your sexual freedom and formally embrace your relationship with your bull."

"But what about Jari? It's not exactly fair to him, now is it?" Sini worried.

Arja laughed. "Everybody knows that weddings are all about the bride. If you leave it up the men, they would just elope. No one ever stresses over a man's tuxedo or suit for a wedding, but the bride's dress is the focus of attention, because a wedding is all about the bride. And this is the same thing. The affirmation ceremony is all about you. Besides, you said that Jari agreed to everything, right?"

"He has, but I just don't know," Sini confessed. "In so many ways, he's still my Jari, the same man I married 20 years ago. He provides a stable life, and he's my emotional bedrock. Yet, in other ways, he is so different. At home, he is always dressed like a sissy, wearing my underwear. I still care for him, but I can't look at him as a strong man anymore. Now he seems so weak."

"Oh, but honey, maybe he never really was the strong man you thought he was for all those years," Arja suggested.

"How so?"

"You sought out a bull for a reason," Arja reminded her. "Even before Baboucarr, Jari's deficiencies led you to seek out someone who could satisfy you sexually. If you recall, you even slept with my own boyfriend, Davu, while you were seeking a bull."

Sini smiled sheepishly, embarrassed to have slept with her best friend's boyfriend. "And Ekon as well," she remembered.

"Exactly," Arja agreed. "As you yourself said, Jari is your emotional bedrock, but you acknowledge that he was never able to physically satisfy you. So maybe this is just the manifestation of that. I think Jari has discovered another side to himself, and he's learning to embrace that he's not a dominant bull, but a weak submissive."