Finn Bbc Cuc

Author's note:

This is Part 4 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.

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 Davu.

Davu

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

Baboucarr

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

*****

Finn BBC Cuck Part 04

Sini woke up the next morning and tiptoed around the house, afraid to face her husband. She walked around on eggshells, fearful that Jari would be furious after reflecting back on yesterday's events.

The married couple had visited Sini's workmate, Arja, but the innocent lunch and sauna somehow turned into a wild threesome between Sini, Arja, and Arja's African boyfriend, Davu. Jari had been thoroughly cuckolded and humiliated as he watched Davu drive his wife to multiple orgasms right in front of his face.

In the moment, Jari was equally aroused, and he even ejaculated during the orgy, but Sini couldn't help worrying that'd he'd regret the whole incident after the moment's excitement wore off.

Although Sini had already slept with another African immigrant (with Jari's blessing) before Davu, she still couldn't help fearing her husband's reaction to actually seeing his wife's blatant transformation into a wanton black cock slut before his very eyes.

Nevertheless, her body was still incredibly sore after the sexual dick down Davu gave her the previous day. Her thighs muscles were aching, and her pussy still felt as if it was a gaping hole after Davu had thoroughly plowed her pastures the day before. Even her jaw muscles felt tender and stretched out after his cock had been shoved down her throat.

Still, Sini's mind kept drifting back to the day before. Her pussy tingled and moistened as she recalled how Davu felt inside her, so large and substantial, his cock pulsing and throbbing inside her as he drove her to orgasm after orgasm until she almost blacked out.

As much as she feared losing Jari, yesterday's experience only served to strengthen her resolve to pursue an African lover. She had originally feared that an African lover would turn out disappointing, that it was just a silly mid-life crisis she was going through, but her affairs with Ekon and Davu filled her with a sense of excitement that had been sorely missing in her life, a thrill that Jari couldn't provide.

Even though she had been married to Jari for 19 years, she was discovering sex as a true source of pleasure for the first time in her life. And now that she had a taste of all that the pleasures of the flesh could offer, her desire was insatiable. Sini couldn't imagine how she went her entire life missing this key component, and she almost felt like she needed to make up for lost time.

And one more tantalizing detail played in Sini's mind. As much as Sini enjoyed fucking Davu, he was still Arja's boyfriend, and Sini neither wanted to cause a rift in her relationship with Arja or share an African lover with any other women.

Regardless, at the end of their sex romp, Davu had tossed out a tantalizing possibility when he mentioned that he knew someone who might be a perfect fit as her African bull. Someone as strong and well-endowed as Davu, but who wasn't attached to anyone. Sini couldn't help but touch herself lightly across her pussy and breasts, even from outside her simple house dress as she considered the possibilities.

*****

Jari laid awake in bed as the glow of the morning sun streamed past the edges of their bedroom curtain. It was high summer in Finland, and it was sunlight for almost the entire day, so outside the sun shone as if it was high noon, even though it was only 9 AM.

He heard Sini milling about outside, but he nervously laid on their bed, unsure if he could face his wife again, unsure if she finally viewed him as something less than a man after revealing the full extent of his cuckoldry.

Nevertheless, the thrill of the moment reverberated in his head. The excitement of his humiliation brought him back into an aroused state as he recalled watching his wife repeatedly brought to orgasm by Davu. He pictured the look of pure ecstasy and sexual satisfaction on his wife's face and heard the sound of her moans and cries of pleasure ringing in his ears, and then the memory of his wife's gaze resurfaced, the curious look she gave him while he stroked himself while Davu fucked her senseless.

As much as cuckoldry turned him on, he knew he was playing with fire. Opening up their marriage carried the huge risk that Sini could fall so hard for another man that she'd decide to leave him. He was gambling with 19 years of marriage, all for the sake of pursuing a sexual kink, and it could all backfire spectacularly, leaving him alone and divorced.

After what felt like half the morning had passed, Jari decided there was no point in delaying the inevitable. If Sini was going to leave him for an African immigrant, he was mentally prepared for the rejection.

He finally emerged from their bedroom and saw Sini sitting at the kitchen table, idly stirring a spoon through her morning coffee. She looked up when he entered, and they shared an awkward glance and a moment of silence, both of them unsure how to break the ice.

"So, you were up early. Did you get enough rest?" Jari asked, trying to sound normal.

"Look, we need to talk," Sini professed.

"Well then, let's talk," Jari responded nervously, his hands shaking as he sat at the table and poured himself a cup of coffee.

"About yesterday - " Sini started.

Jari nodded his head slowly and took a deep breath.

"Are you okay?" Sini asked cautiously.

Jari chuckled. "Am I okay? I suppose I should be asking you that question."

"How so?"

Jari hung his head in shame and kept his eyes pointed down as he continued to speak. "Because I see how much more sexually satisfied you are with him than you ever were with me. Because I am not man enough to stand up against another man sleeping with my wife. I should be mad; I should be furious, and instead I am turned on. You watched me cream myself while another man brought you to orgasm. Is that not pathetic?"

"Oh Jari," Sini cried.

"Is what I said not true?" Jari asked as he finally raised his head, his eyes staring directly at his wife.

Sini was seemingly stunned into silence. She bit her bottom lip and looked down, as if she was now the one draped in shame.

"You are correct," she finally conceded, both her body and her voice shaking. "But you have had all night to reflect on everything. Sometimes seeing is believing, and after what you saw me willingly do yesterday, I thought you might come to regret allowing me to cheat on you. I thought you might view me in a different light, as if I'm damaged goods. I thought maybe you will want nothing to do with me anymore."

Jari scoffed. "You act as if you are the one with everything to lose. But I see how excited you were yesterday. How can I not fear losing my wife to a well-endowed man like Davu? He can do to you things I cannot. Things I could only dream of doing. So, I thought it is you who will want nothing to do with me anymore."

Sini shook her head as she laughed. "Jari, we made a vow. For richer and for poorer. In sickness and in health. I may stray to have the one thing you cannot give me, but I will only do so with your blessing. I am your wife, and nothing will change that."

"We shall see. We shall see," Jari replied cryptically.

*****

Sini nervously stepped into her workplace on Monday morning. Sini and Arja usually arrived to work a half hour before anyone else, but Sini was a few minutes later than usual, her own worries making her move slower than normal through her morning routine.

Sini hadn't spoken to Arja since the threesome on Saturday. Although Arja had offered up her boyfriend for Sini to sleep with, Sini couldn't help wondering if Arja didn't have any remorse. Sini was embarrassed to have someone from her professional workplace see her in the throes of ecstasy, and she couldn't help fearing that what seemed like a good idea in the moment might be something she would come to regret.

"Well, well, well, Miss Sini. I bet you slept like a baby after the workout you got on Saturday afternoon," Arja teased her with an eager grin that immediately set Sini at ease.

Sini smiled in embarrassment. "I was afraid you might resent me for sleeping with your boyfriend."

"Oh, I'm definitely seeing you in a new light," Arja laughed. "I've been trying to get you to let your hair down a little for a while, but now I know, when Sini lets her hair down, she lets it ALL the way down."

Sini blushed in response.

"Is Jari okay with everything?" Arja asked with concern in her voice.

"He insists he is."

"Some men are like that. You're lucky to have him, you know. Not all husbands are understanding like him."

"What do you mean?" Sini asked.

"I mean, he obviously got off on watching you with Davu. It seems he's a natural cuck."

"What is that?" Sini questioned.

"A cuck or cuckold is a type of submissiveness where the husband gets off on his wife sleeping with other men," Arja explained. "Jari was turned on watching you with Davu on Saturday; that much was self-evident."

Sini nodded her head slowly as she realized how the description aptly fit Jari.

"So, he actually gets off on that?" Sini replied, shaking her head. "I mean, he ejaculated, so I think maybe you're right, but he'd rather watch me with another man that to be with me himself?" Sini asked in confusion.

Arja just shrugged her shoulders. "I don't pretend to understand it, but it appears you have yourself a situation where you can have your cake and eat it, too. I mean, you obviously want to take on a black lover, and Jari isn't just turning a blind eye to it, but he's actually encouraging it. Being a cuck is different than being a swinger or having an open marriage. The cheating only goes one way. If he's a true cuck, then he will remain faithful to you, even if you stray from your marriage."

"It feels like I'm taking advantage of him," Sini lamented.

"But he enjoys it, so you shouldn't feel guilty," Arja pointed out. "I think you can explore how far you can push him. If he really enjoys the humiliation, maybe you can use that to your benefit."

Sini sighed and shook her head in disbelief. "It's all so strange. I mean, I can't even imagine how my parents or his parents would react if they knew that Jari and I were doing this."

"What they don't know won't hurt them," Arja smiled. "So, if Jari is a cuck, then what you're seeking is a bull," Arja explained.

"A bull?" Sini repeated.

"Yes, someone who is dominant and will take the cuck's wife."

"Someone like Davu then?"

"Yes, or like this man," Arja said as she slid a slip of paper across her desk to Sini.

Sini took the small folded up piece of paper and opened it. On it was written a name and a phone number.

"That is Baboucarr," Arja explained. "He works with Davu at the construction company. He is from Gambia. Davu thinks that he will be a good bull for you."

Sini's hands were shaking as she held the paper. She quickly folded it back up and stuffed it into her purse.

"Thank you," Sini said quietly as their manager then arrived at work, interrupting their private conversation. The two friends quickly quieted down and began their work for the day.

*****

"Are you a cuckold?"

Sini's question lingered in the air as Jari put down his spoon and stared at his wife across the dinner table. Then he wiped his eyes before simply nodding his head slowly as he hung his head in shame.

"Why?" she cried out in exasperation. "What do you get out of it? I don't understand."

"It's not easy to talk about," Jari solemnly answered.

"Try me."

Jari took a deep breath, although he couldn't bring himself to look his wife in the eyes as he began to speak. "I don't expect you to understand. I'm not even sure I understand it myself."

"It was one thing when we were talking about me sleeping with someone else.... I couldn't help thinking how understanding you were, helping me with something maybe I just needed to try out, to get it out of my system. But what if it was more than that? Now I realize it seems like you enjoy it almost as much as I do, even if all you are doing is watching."

Jari was shaking as he responded. "This is all new territory, but watching you lost in lust with Davu, it was the hottest thing I've ever seen. It was humiliating and emasculating on every level, yet it turned me on more than I've ever been turned on in my life."

"You're more turned on watching me with another man than to actually be with me," Sini protested in disbelief.

Jari nodded his head slowly. "Like I said, I don't even fully understand it myself."

Sini paused to collect her thoughts for a second before continuing. "So, Arja gave me the name of someone today?"

Jari's ears immediately perked up. "Is it the Baboucarr fellow that Davu mentioned?" he asked, unable to hide the excitement in his voice.

"You remember," Sini observed. "Yes. Davu thinks that he will be a good bull for us."

Jari remained silent for a long moment. "Are you going to call him?"

"Is that what you would like?" she responded.

"I want what you want."

Now it was Sini's turn to nod her head. "It is what I want," she confirmed, "but I have a question. I mean, what if this is not something I just need to get out of my system? What if it's something more, a whole lifestyle change? Do we know what we are getting ourselves into? Do we understand what we are inviting into our marriage?"

Sini looked down and saw the bulge growing in her husband's pants.

"I am prepared for whatever may come," he replied.

*****

Jari was working late at his office the next day as Sini sat alone at home and stared at her phone before finally summoning the courage to hit send on the text she crafted.

Sini: Baboucarr. My name is Sini. Davu suggested that we should connect.

After hitting send, she exhaled deeply and leaned back in her sofa, her body shaking in fear... and excitement.

She nervously paced around her house and tried to do some light dusting to keep herself occupied. Her heart skipped a when her phone chimed, indicating an incoming text. She picked it up and breathed a sigh of relief when saw it was a reply from Baboucarr.

Baboucarr: I have been waiting to hear from you. Do you have a picture?

A rush of excitement ran through her veins. She selected one of the photos she had previously sent to Ekon and sent it to Baboucarr. Her nerves were frayed as she awaited his response. Sini was still self-conscious of her larger, curvy figure. Davu had mentioned, however, that Baboucarr had a penchant both for older women as well as ones with larger booties, and she prayed that Davu was right on both fronts.

A minute later, she got a picture response along with a text.

Baboucarr: Nice. What exactly are you looking for?

Sini quickly read his message and then excitedly opened the picture he sent back, and she gasped when the image filled her phone screen.

His face wasn't visible, but it showed a naked black man, his skin dark as coal. He looked lean and fit, with strong arms, muscular legs, and chiseled abs. But what caught her attention the most was the size of his manhood. It was beyond immense, almost obscenely out of proportion to the rest of his body.

She was still staring hungrily at his image when another text came in.

Baboucarr: What's the matter, cat your tongue?

Sini giggled like a schoolgirl as she realized she had been fixated for several minutes on his nude picture, and she typed out a hasty response.

Sini: Apologies. There was a lot to take in from your text.

Baboucarr: There's even more for you to take in from me in real life.

Sini's heart fluttered in excitement as she made arrangements to meet with Baboucarr that Saturday.

After 19 years of faithful marriage, she mused over how she had cheated on her marriage twice in recent weeks, and now she was on the verge of straying from her marriage for a third time.

Sini knew that most people would judge her harshly and view her as a loose woman based on her recent affairs, but she knew that wasn't really accurate. She sought out a committed, if unconventional, relationship.

Sini had no interest in engaging in a string of sexual affairs, and that was never the goal. She moved on from her previous affairs because Ekon kept other women, and Davu was already committed to Arja. No, she wanted a meaningful relationship with her bull that was more than just sex. Jari would always be her husband, and though the physical aspect of the relationship with her bull was most important, she also longed to connect with her bull on a deeper level.

Sini was acutely aware that she knew next to nothing about Baboucarr except for the fact that he was African and well-hung. He met all the physical requirements, but now she just hoped that they would also click on a personal level.

*****

A few hours later, Jari was clearing the table after dinner while Sini washed the dishes in the sink.

"So, I contacted Babourcarr," she said.

Jari stopped in his tracks and took a moment to gather his thoughts.

"Did you hear back from him?" he asked after a lengthy pause.

"Yes, and I am meeting up with him this Saturday."

Jari took a second to catch his breath. "I see. And you are happy?"

"Only if you are happy," she replied hopefully.

"I am happy."

"And you are not just saying that because you are trying to make me happy. We are a married couple. Is this also what you want?"

Jari was nodding as he answered, "Yes, it is what I want."

"I am only just meeting him," Sini said off handed as she scrubbed a plate. "We will see if the relationship goes anywhere."

"We have seen how it went the last two times you met with young black men," Jari pointed out.

Sini was a little bit hurt by his remark, although she had to acknowledge he was not wrong.

"Tell me something," she remarked.

"What is it, my love?"

"Do you enjoy the humiliation? Do you take pleasure in it?"

Jari sat stone faced before his wife.

"Arja explained how cuckolds get a thrill out of being embarrassed and made to look like less of a man. I assume that is true for you," Sini added.

"What is it you are asking of me?" Jari asked impatiently.

"I have a request then, if you can help me with one thing before I go to meet Baboucarr," she mentioned.

Jari's face softened. "What does my wife wish for?"

Sini led her husband back to the bathroom. Jari watched curiously as she stripped off her house dress, leaving her wearing only a bra and panties. She proceeded to slide off her panties and then opened up a small cabinet and collected a few small items and carried them in her arms as she stepped into the bathtub and then turned around to face her husband.

"I-I-I don't understand," Jari stuttered.

Sin opened her hand and revealed the razor and shaving cream she held.

"I want to be shaved smooth for Baboucarr. And I want you to shave me," she explained.

Jari's eyes lit up and focused on Sini's nether region. "Yes, I can help," he agreed.