The Camara mansion, located in the storied The Almadies neighborhood of metropolitan Dakar, is nothing if not imposing. The three-story, eight-bedroom estate contained an Olympic-size swimming pool and was surrounded by a twelve-foot stone wall with barbed wire on top, for safety reasons. Dakar is a lovely city but one cannot be too careful. Multimillionaire industrialist Fariz Camara and his wife Rashida purchased the place shortly after returning to their hometown of Dakar, Senegal, following a lengthy sojourn in the United States of America. The Camaras are a lively pair and intend to show Dakar what it's been missing...
While living in the City of Atlanta, Georgia, Fariz Camara and his wife Rashida made a fortune by opening African-themed grocery stores, clothing stores and barber shops catering to the immigrant populations. The Senegalese couple also experimented with hedonism and swinging. The City of Atlanta has a lively community of black swingers and black BDSM afficionados, which appealed immensely to Fariz and Rashida. While experimenting in these circles, Fariz began to explore his long-repressed bisexuality with his wife Rashida's support. Upon returning to Senegal, the couple decided to share their newfound enlightenment with fellow West Africans...
"Welcome to the First Annual Pan-African Bisexual Orgy Party," said Rashida Camara, and the hostess greeted her guests with a big smile on her face. Standing six feet tall, the curvy and sinfully sexy, dark-skinned and big-bottomed Senegalese Muslim woman looked magnificent in a red tank top and matching crimson leather pants. The lady of the house runs the house, as is the case in most households, and Rashida left nothing to guesswork. Anyone setting foot into the Camara household needed to realize at once who runs the place...
"Well done, beloved," said Fariz Camara, and the six-foot-three, burly and dark-skinned Senegalese businessman smiled at his wife. Rashida grinned as her husband Fariz took her hand and brought it to his lips. The pair greeted their guests. For months now, Fariz and Rashida had been planning a major event. One that would solidify alliances with power couples across West Africa for purposes of both business and pleasure. Fariz is a smart man with a ton of ambition, and his wife Rashida believes in his dreams.
"Thank you for having us, my dears," said Majida Bodjolle, the grand dame of the Togolese fashion industry. The short, curvy, brown-skinned and curly-haired Togolese woman stepped forward in a traditional emerald and white dress and hat, accompanied by her tuxedoed husband, real estate mogul Ibrahim Bodjolle, a tall, dark-skinned and bald-headed fellow. Majida kissed Rashida on the cheek while Ibrahim shook hands with Fariz. Ibrahim and Majida had flown to Dakar from Lome, the Capital of the Togolese Republic, mere hours ago. The two couples were all smiles as they exchanged greetings and pleasantries.
"Fine place you have here," Ibrahim said, and Fariz grinned and clapped him on the shoulder. The two couples were about to go inside when the final guests arrived. Habiba Keita, a six-foot-tall, curvy and Afro-sporting, dark-skinned and gorgeous Malian-Canadian fashion model arrived with her husband, former Malian Armed Forces Colonel Boubacar Traore. The two of them flew in from the City of Bamako, Capital of the Republic of Mali, a day prior and took some time to rest before the Big Event. Flying from the City of Toronto, Ontario, to the City of Paris, France, and then to the City of Bamako, Mali, before coming to the City of Dakar, Senegal, doesn't seem to have fazed them.
Fariz and Rashida smiled at Habiba Keita and Boubacar Traore as they stepped forward after exiting their limo. The Malian couple certainly knew how to make an entrance. Fariz had done his homework, hiring private investigators to learn the habits of certain powerful West African couples. The investigations bore fruit, as Fariz and Rashida found themselves in the company of like-minded couples. Bisexual men of West African descent whose wives accepted them and embraced their other side. Happy wife always means happy life, as the saying goes...
"Salaam, how are you?" Habiba Keita asked as she approached Fariz Camara and Rashida, and exchanged nods with Ibrahim and Majida. Former Malian Armed Forces Colonel Boubacar Traore shook hands with Fariz and Ibrahim, and nodded respectfully at Rashida and Majida. The three couples went into the stately mansion, where fine food and drink awaited. Fariz and Rashida had spared no expense to entertain their guests and make them feel good. It must be said that West African hospitality is most definitely second to none...
"Thanks for inviting us, my friends," Boubacar said, smiling at Fariz and Rashida. The three couples sat at the table, eating fine Senegalese cuisine. As all of the attendees are Muslim, the food was halal. Plates of white rice, bean sauce, goat meat, chicken, turkey, salads, mashed potatoes, apples and oranges were there to be feasted on, along with fine African vintages. Bottles of Jabulani wine stood proudly, awaiting consumption. Nothing wrong with drinking in moderation. Fariz and Rashida had spared no expense...
"I am thrilled to be here, surrounded by my own kind, bisexual men of African descent whose wives know and accept them," Fariz said, and he raised his cup. Rashida winked at her husband Fariz and raised her cup as well. Ibrahim smiled and raised his cup, as did his wife Majida. Boubacar and Habiba looked at their new friends and smiled shyly before raising their glasses. The three couples toasted to the special occasion, and then bantered.
"When Boubacar told me he was bisexual, I was shocked and angry, but I still loved him and he did promise to stay faithful to me, so we stuck it out together," Habiba said gently. Boubacar looked a bit uncomfortable as his wife Habiba shared this tidbit about their relationship, but Fariz looked at him and nodded understandingly. In West African societies, where the rules of masculinity are strict, it's not easy for a man to admit that he's bisexual, especially if he's a masculine man and has some standing in the community.
"I loved my Habiba too much to sneak around behind her back," Boubacar said, and he gently laid his hand on his wife's. Habiba looked at Boubacar and smiled at him. It was astonishing how much she loved this man. Among most Muslims, being bisexual, lesbian, gay or transgender are considered haram or unacceptable. It took Habiba a while to learn to accept her husband Boubacar's bisexuality. Boubacar was patient with Habiba and remained faithful to her, so after some major upheavals, their relationship actually got stronger...
"I knew my Fariz was at least bicurious when I met him, he'd only been with girls but he checked out every big ass that walked by, female or male," Rashida said, laughing. Fariz looked at his wife and smiled. There were smiles all around the table. Majida and Ibrahim looked at Fariz and Rashida, and exchanged looks with Boubacar and Habiba. For these couples, who lived secret lives, it felt weird but oddly relieving to be among like-minded people. They were among kindred and no longer had to hide. It was a strange feeling...
"I used to sleep with both girls and guys but stopped when I met my Majida," Ibrahim said gently. The real estate mogul looked at his wife Majida, who nodded. He continued to speak, sharing with his new friends the horrors and the pleasures of being a bisexual black man in West African society. Africans are very sensual and flexible but at the same time, anti-queer sentiment is strong in African societies. Bisexual African men have to walk a fine line, lest they get themselves ostracized or even killed for being who and what they are...
"I support my husband, but made him promise not to sleep with males outside our marriage because I didn't want to catch a disease or end up in prison," Majida said firmly. Nods of agreement went up among the women gathered at the table. For these African women, whose husbands swung both ways, fearing for their health and safety went hand in hand. The fact that life is harsh for bisexual men in Africa is nothing new. How an African woman might be affected by having a bisexual husband for a mate is the unexplored side of the coin.
"I would never endanger you, Majida, I love you," Ibrahim said, and he gently kissed her on the forehead. Fariz smiled at the couple and squeezed his wife Rashida's hand. Boubacar and Habiba nodded in tacit approval as Ibrahim and Majida embraced. A feeling of contentment and belonging settled around the table. For these bisexual African men and their lovely wives, they had found their tribe at last. Hated by the heterosexual world and the world of gays and lesbians, bisexual men and the women who love them must form their own tribe. That's the way it's got to be...
"My friends, I'm glad you're all here, let's have some fun," Rashida said with a laugh, and she exchanged a seductive wink with her husband Fariz. The Camaras led their guests from the dining room to the large and comfortable living room. Rashida got things going by undressing, revealing her tall and sexy, curvaceous body. The Senegalese Amazon rubbed her breasts with one hand and bent low, aiming her big round ass at her husband Fariz, who sat on a nearby couch.
"My goddess Rashida," Fariz said, and he literally kissed his wife's ass while the others looked on. Fariz undressed, revealing his buff, manly body. The Senegalese businessman pulled his wife into his arms and kissed her passionately. Rashida giggled as her hubby Fariz propped her up on the couch, and got on his knees. Like a queen on her throne, Rashida leaned back on the couch and spread her thick dark thighs wide open. Fariz kissed Rashida and caressed her tits then brought his face to her crotch. Just like that, Fariz buried his face between Rashida's thighs and began eating her pussy. Senegalese women are delicious, and Fariz simply had to taste Rashida, his favorite...
