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 20th 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 20th 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 20th 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."

Sini sighed. "He does seem to enjoy it. He does not resist when Baboucarr tells him to dress as a sissy."

"Sini, he's still your husband," Arja reassured her friend. "If he's happy in this, then maybe you should be happy for him. After all, you are still husband and wife. This ceremony isn't changing that. And you deserve to be happy in life, as well. And if having Baboucarr as the bull in your marriage brings you happiness and Jari is accepting, then what is there to worry about? Who among us is to judge?"

Sini sat back, dumbfounded. Arja's words struck a chord of truth, and they brought clarity to her situation. Suddenly, all her uneasiness and hesitation fell to the wayside, and for the first time, Sini embraced the upcoming ceremony without hesitation.

"Thank you," she said quietly. "You're a good friend."

"Sini, you deserve this," Arja replied. "You deserve to be happy."

*****

Sofia approached her sister's house early afternoon on Saturday. She saw that Jari's car wasn't in the driveway, although Sini's was parked there, which she hoped meant that her sister was home alone.

She hadn't talked to Sini since the party for their parent's wedding anniversary a few weeks ago. Sofia remembered the mysterious but charming guest that Jari and Sini had invited to the party. His name was Baboucarr, and he made quite an impression on everyone, although Sofia was angry that they invited a stranger to an intimate family gathering.

Not only was he a stranger, but he was an African immigrant, and it was so uncharacteristic of Jari and Sini to be friends with someone like him. She couldn't even imagine what they could have in common. But as the night wore on, she saw the way that Sini and Baboucarr interacted, and it became clear that they were lovers, which initially floored and angered her.

Sofia didn't want to make a scene at her parent's wedding anniversary, so she held her tongue, but when she went to confront Sini about it the next week, Jari was home alone, so she had a long sit-down discussion with him.

Her mind was still reeling from the confessions he made that afternoon. All her suspicions were confirmed, but the truth stretched far beyond her imagination. Not only was her sister having an affair with the African immigrant, but Jari was fully accepting and complicit. What's more, when she confronted Jari about it, he was at home dressed in women's lingerie while Sini was on holiday with her interracial lover.

Sofia was left to question everything she thought she knew after talking with Jari. She never imagined her sister an adulteress, and certainly not with an African. She questioned if she even really knew her Sini or Jari any longer.

But then, turning inward, she questioned her own life, wondering if the things that drove Sini to seek out a new lover might somehow also apply to her. After all, they seemingly led very similar lives, both of them marrying young in stable marriages with dependable jobs. Life could be routine, but she reasoned that it was just how life was. It was the life her parents lived, and the life of her grandparents before them.

And yet, as she thought about Sini with her young lover, Sofia couldn't help feeling a fascination, an allure, a lust. She felt something she hadn't felt in ages... excitement. But it scared her.

This wasn't the comfortable life she was accustomed to. It was fear of the unknown.

And now she needed to know for sure. She needed to hear it directly from her Sini's lips. After all, her sister was risking her marriage, her reputation, and all for what? For the pleasures of the flesh? It seemed so short sighted, so misguided, and yet it was all that Sofia could think about.

*****

Sini saw her sister standing awkwardly on the sidewalk outside her house. Jari had left to run some errands, so she was home alone. Sini wanted to invite her inside, but she hesitated as she remembered how Jari had told Sofia all the details about their cuckold relationship.

Jari said that her sister seemed understanding, but she wasn't sure she was ready to openly discuss her alternative lifestyle with her own family. She wondered if Jari's sissy nature engendered sympathy from Sofia, whereas Sini's indulgent affair risked her sister's wrath.

Sofia was standing in front of her house, but the distance between them felt like a chasm. Then Sini realized that if her sister knew the truth, there was no putting that genie back in the bottle. She'd have to confront her sister sooner or later, so she decided to just rip the band aid off.

"Sofia," Sini waved as she opened the front door and faked a smile, unsure what to expect.

Sofia looked relieved, and Sini's nerves settled as they embraced and kissed each other on the cheek.

"I wasn't expecting you," Sini remarked.

"I was just in the neighborhood and thought I'd stop by." Sofia replied calmly.

They each took a seat in the living room, although they both looked nervous.

Sini studied her sister. She looked the same as always, yet somehow everything felt different between them.

"I visited Jari last weekend," Sofia started, breaking the awkward silence between them. "You were away at the time."

"He mentioned to me you stopped by," Sini said politely, fully aware that Jari had already revealed every last detail to Sofia about their cuckold relationship as she poured a cup of coffee for her sister.

Sofia took a moment to take a sip before proceeding. "Remind me again where you were at the time?" she asked innocently enough.

Sini felt her heart sink. She couldn't help feeling that while Jari garnered sympathy from her sister, she wouldn't be so lucky.

"I know that Jari told you everything," Sini quietly responded.

"I know, but I wanted to hear it directly from my own sister," Sofia answered with a perfectly pleasant smile.

Sini's face turned graven as she peered down. Her body was shaking as she tried to collect herself.

"What is it you want to know?" she asked softly.

Sofia put her cup down as she leaned forward and her eyes narrowed. "Everything," she responded.

*****

Sofia eyed her sister. Sini's discomfort was palpable.

Although Jari had already seemingly revealed everything, Sofia wanted to hear the truth directly from her sister's lips. She thought back to their relationship through the years. Sofia was only two years older, and they had always been close, having been each other's closest friend and confidante from when they were school age through to adulthood and marriage.

She didn't want to admit it, but it pained Sofia that Sini hadn't confided such an important change in her life. Sofia felt blindsided by this change in her sister. She had searched back through all their recent conversations and interactions, but she didn't have a trace of dissatisfaction that would've hinted at the dramatic actions and transformation her sister had recently gone through.

In fact, Sini's recent actions made Sofia question her own standing in life. She had been married one year longer, her own 21st anniversary having passed a few months ago, while she knew that Sini's 20th anniversary was coming up in only a few weeks.

Sofia's life was quiet and comfortable, just like Sini's was. The rest of her life felt like it was laid out before her like a clearly marked path that forged straight ahead for as far as the eye can see. Sini's life was seemingly on a similar path, yet she had recently diverged from the clearly marked path.

She was reminded of the old quote she studied in school so many years ago, even if she couldn't remember the poet's name.

"Two roads diverged in the woods, and I took the one less travelled. And that has made all the difference."

Now she couldn't help but wonder if that quote didn't somehow sum up her sister's perspective. Perhaps Sini saw her life so clearly laid out, and it left her wanting something, anything new. A new path in life. A road less travelled.

Until recently, Sofia and Sini had always been on a similar path, one that was safe and comfortable. Sofia lived a good life. Her husband was trustworthy and dependable, if somewhat distant and aloof. Her job was steady, and her car and home were functional and reliable. All her needs in life were met. She would grow old with her husband and never go cold or hungry, yet something was beginning to tug at her, a restlessness she couldn't explain.

She contemplated if there was something more to life. Sini's recent departure down the road less travelled forced her to examine her own life and choices. She tried to tamp down her curiosity. Her own marriage was familiar if uninspiring. She told herself that the grass wasn't always greener on the other side and that curiosity killed the cat. And yet the road less travelled was calling out to her with a mysterious allure, awash in passion and excitement.

Sofia had been the older sister all her life, and Sini had dutifully followed her lead through school, dating, and marriage, but now Sofia wasn't sure if she needed to lead Sini back onto the beaten path, or if maybe it was finally time that Sofia began to follow Sini's lead.

*****

"I was in Turku last weekend on holiday alone with Baboucarr," Sini started, figuring she might as well just openly admit it.

"Baboucarr is your lover then?"

Sini nodded her head.

"How long has this been going on?" Sofia persisted.

"A few months."

Sofia sat back as she let her sister's words sink in. "So, everything Jari told me, it's all true then?" she asked, the shock settling in all over again.

Sini nodded her head.

"But why? Will you divorce? Are you leaving Jari for Baboucarr?" Sofia pressed on.

"No. That will not change. Ever," Sini answered resolutely. "He is my husband, and I am his wife. I don't expect you to understand. I know it is strange, but this makes both of us happy."

"Then are you in an open marriage now? Will Jari take on another lover, as well?" Sofia inquired.

"No, he will not."

"Is he gay?"

Sini laughed. "He mentioned that you caught him when he was cross dressing."

"I'm not sure who was more embarrassed in that moment. Me or him," and the two sisters laughed together, which seemed to break the ice.

"I just don't understand," Sofia sighed. "Why couldn't you come to me if there was something this big going on in your life? I thought we told each other everything."

Sini shook her head. "I wanted to. I thought about it, but do you remember how angry you were at our parent's anniversary party."

Sofia just shook her head. "You're my sister. I could never be mad at you."

"As if you weren't already condemning me for being friends with Baboucarr," Sini scoffed. "As if you wouldn't have been judgmental about me having an extramarital affair with an African immigrant."

"I wouldn't be mad at you for long," Sofia insisted. "You're still my sister. At least give me a chance to understand."

"Well, here's your chance. What is it you want to understand?"

Sofia sat back and collected her thoughts for a moment.

"You said you are not divorcing Jari. But then, what is Baboucarr? Do you love him?"

"He is our bull," Sini calmly replied.

"Jari used that same term, but I don't understand."

"We have come to terms in our marriage that Jari cannot bring me sexual satisfaction," Sini calmly explained. "He has tried for 20 years to make me climax, yet he cannot do so."

"And Baboucarr does that for you?" Sofia asked haltingly.

"Yes, quite easily," Sini confidently answered.

Sofia laughed unconvincingly. "That's all just a myth you know. About black African men being more well-endowed."

"Perhaps," Sini conceded, "but in Baboucarr's case, the stereotype holds true."

Sofia seemed taken aback by her sister's brazen response. "It seems you enjoy his company immensely," she sputtered.

Sini seemed pensive. Then she grabbed her phone and asked, "Would you like to see?"

Sofia almost recoiled. "What do you mean?"

Sini flashed an embarrassed grin. "I have videos on my phone if you'd like to see for yourself."

"Why would you share that with me?" Sofia protested.

"You come here complaining that I haven't been sharing my life with you, and now that I am trying to share it, you're refusing," Sini countered.

Sini held out her phone. On the screen, Sini was lying on her back, and then Baboucarr crawled on top of her.

"He's literally hung like a horse," Sofia gasped as she stared at the image on the screen.

Sofia was mesmerized. Baboucarr's body was exquisitely sculpted, and his giant dong hung down like a fire hose, impossibly long and thick. As he crawled over her sister, he exuded an almost primitive animalistic quality, as if he was oozing pure sex and lust. Baboucarr was like a dominant apex predator, and Sini lay underneath him like his prey, pinned down and helpless to his advances. It was all so raw and unfiltered, just pure unadulterated sexual energy.

"That was taken last weekend in Turku," Sini quietly added as she pulled the phone back and stopped the video.

"And are you sure that Baboucarr is not using you?" Sofia asked.

"He uses my body any way he wants," Sini replied cheekily. "I could show you the rest of the video if you like to see how he uses me."

Sofia shook her head in disbelief at her sister's brazen response.

"I know you are worried that he is somehow scheming to take our house or savings, but that is not the case," Sini reassured her. "I do feel a deep connection to Baboucarr. It would be a misnomer to say our relationship is purely physical. It is much deeper than that. But Jari is my husband. Baboucarr just provides the things for me that Jari cannot, specifically in the bedroom."

"What if anyone else finds out? What will our parents say? Our aunts and uncles. What about Jari's family? Do they have any idea you are doing this? Do you really think you can keep all this a secret forever. Especially if you're inviting Baboucarr to family functions?"

Sini pondered the question for a minute before answering. "I don't intend for them to find out. It's just easier that way, but honestly, I don't know why I should be ashamed. When I was on holiday in Turku with Baboucarr, there was a restaurant waiter who was immensely rude... racist even toward Baboucarr. He deserves better than that. He's a man who should be treated with dignity and respect., and denying my relationship with him, even if mom and dad ask, that's not fair to him. It's not fair to what he means to both Jari and myself."

Silence fell over the two sisters for a long moment again before Sofia summoned up one last question.

"Are you happy with him, with this arrangement between you, Jari, and Baboucarr?"

"The happiest I've ever been," Sini promised.

Sofia sat back once again and seemed resigned as she absorbed it all. "Then who am I to judge? If my sister is happy, then I am happy for her."

*****

It was the morning of the ceremony, and Baboucarr had sent Jari and Sini away to prepare their home for the festivities with instructions to return at a specified time that afternoon.

They were seated at their local favorite ravintola for lunch, only a few blocks from their home. It was a small family run restaurant, and the owner and servers were like old friends after regularly eating there since moving into their home 20 years ago.

"I haven't seen you two as much these past few weeks. You're not cheating on me, are you?" the owner joked to the married couple.

Sini laughed to hide her embarrassment, her guilty conscious wondering if he somehow knew she was spending almost as much time with Baboucarr lately as her own husband.

"We could never leave you," Jari smiled. "You prepare the finest perch in town. But could you also bring a bottle of your finest wine. It's our 20th anniversary today."

"It's on the house, my friend," the owner quickly replied as he signaled to his nephew to take care of their table.

They placed their orders, but both husband and wife were so nervous not knowing what to expect in the ceremony that they barely even touched their food after it came out.

"What do you think will happen?" Sini asked.

"It's not too late if you're unsure," Jari pointed out.

"I'm more a nervous excited," Sini grinned.

Jari laughed. "I know. It's just not knowing exactly what to expect." Then he reached across the table and caressed her cheek. "You really are even more beautiful today than on our wedding day."

"Liar," she shot back with a wink. "20 years are not as kind to women as they are to men. You grow dignified and distinguished. A touch of grey and a few lines on your face are attributed to wisdom, but on a woman, it's just faded beauty," Sini lamented. "And these extra pounds on my hips are unsightly."

"Nonsense," Jari scoffed. "Baboucarr could have his pick of women, and he selects you. Even Arja's boyfriend, Davu, he was practically salivating over those few extra pounds, as you call them."

Sini sighed. "Can you believe we've made it this far? 20 years of marriage. So many of our friends who were married around the same time, they're divorced now and moved on to a second or third spouse."

"People grow and change over time. Relationships grow and change. You have to adapt to maintain the relationship. Who we are today isn't who we were 20 years ago," Jari reflected.

"Like how we've changed over these past few months," Sini realized.

"Exactly," Jari agreed.

Sini raised up her glass of wine for a toast. "To 20 years of marriage and 20 more," she smiled.

"And to all the ways our relationship will continue to grow and evolve as we grow old together," Jari added.

*****

Sini entered the back door to their house that led directly to their bedroom, per Baboucarr's instructions. The wine at lunch had helped settle her nerves, but the anticipation was growing again as she stepped in and was greeted by the sight of Arja waiting for her.

"Come on, darling. We've got to get you ready for the ceremony," Arja announced through a big toothy grin.

Arja was scantily clad, dressed in a short red dress that hugged her curves and left little to the imagination. The neckline plunged so low, her full cleavage was on display, and the dress was so short, her long legs looked glamorous in black nylon stockings.

"I wish I looked as good as you," Sini commented.

"Oh, but you will," her friend promised.

Sini felt almost like royalty for the next hour as Arja pampered her. Her friend washer her hair and face, much to Sini's initial chagrin.

"I look so plain," Sini complained as she stared into the mirror, her hair still wet, and her face pale with lines showing. "How can I go through the ceremony later?"

"Relax, my dear. You are beautiful just as you are, but you're a queen. And a queen deserves nothing but the best, so let me give that to you."

"I didn't know you were coming to the ceremony," Sini remarked.

"Davu and Baboucarr work together, in case you forgot. You initially were connected to Baboucarr by Davu. Anyway, Baboucarr invited us to attend, and he asked me specifically to prepare you for the ceremony."

"What is actually planned for the ceremony? Do you have any idea?"

Arja laughed. "I've been sworn to secrecy," she said as she pressed her finger to her lips. "But Baboucarr has planned everything. I have specific instructions to get you ready and dressed so that you are ready by 3 pm when the ceremony will start. The men are out there preparing the house, and we aren't to emerge until it is time."

Sini could hear furniture being rearranged and low hushed voices speaking outside their bedroom. She closed her eyes and tried to relax, but the butterflies were fluttering in her stomach, much as she tried to quell them.

"First, strip naked," Arja instructed her friend.

"I won't be naked for the ceremony, will I?" Sini asked, still unsure what to expect as she removed all her clothing.

"Not exactly," Arja answered cryptically. "But first I will bathe you, to cleanse your body for the ceremony."

Sini followed Arja into the bathroom, and she was surprised that her friend had already drawn a warm bath. The water was scented with fragrant oils, and the warmth and aromas filled her senses with a peaceful calm, setting her at ease.

"Just relax," Arja encouraged her as she ran a soft soapy sponge over her, tenderly cleaning every inch of her body.

"Do you think I am that dirty down there?" Sini lightly protested as her friend spent an inordinate amount of time rubbing the sponge on her bare pussy.

"Just making sure it's ready for your bull later on," Arja smirked. "Besides, I think you're enjoying it."

Sini exhaled deeply as she laid her head back and let herself sink down deeper into the water.

After the bath was done, Arja rinsed and towel dried her friend. Then she brought her back into the bedroom where she proceeded to style her hair, teasing it and adding some waves as she used a variety of hairpins to place it just so before she used a bottle of hairspray to hold it all in place.

Then she applied make up to her co-worker's face, and Sini stared in the mirror in amazement as her face was practically transformed. Her plump cheeks were replaced with cheekbones, her nose grew more refined, and her eyes sparkled like diamonds through the black eyeshadow. The lines on her face disappeared as her skin took on a soft, youthful glow, and Arja completed the makeover by sprinkling some glitter on her hair and face.

"My God, you really are a magician," Sini muttered as she kept staring, not really believing the reflection in the mirror was her. "Or at least a sorceress."

Arja laughed. "Remember all those times at work I told you how beautiful you really are, but you just needed to dress a little nicer and learn to use make up a little better. You're a beautiful woman, Sini, and I've always known it ever since the first day we met. The make up just highlights your beauty, that's all, but I'm just glad you finally see yourself the way that I've always seen you. The way that Jari, Baboucarr, and everyone else sees you."

"Thank you," Sini said as she fought back tears.

"Oh no, my dear. Don't let your make up run. Besides, we've still got to get you dressed for the ceremony."

"God, I don't even know what to wear. There's so much in my closet, but I don't know -"

"Your outfit is right here," Arja interrupted as she pointed to the bed. "It was specially selected by Baboucarr."

On the bed was a box, and Arja walked over and opened it. A garment lay folded up inside the box, and Arja held it up for Sini to see.

It was long white dress made of a thin, sheer fabric. It looked simple but elegant, although decidedly revealing.

Sini gasped when she saw it. "I'm to wear that. In front of other people?" she questioned as Arja placed the dress down and picked up a pair of white stockings and high heeled shoes underneath it in the box.

"Actually, it's perfect, don't you think?"

Sini felt her heart racing, as if she was on the verge of hyperventilating. "Do explain."

"They call this color virgin white, and it's what brides often wear for wedding ceremonies, so the color fits with the occasion. But this is a celebration of your sexual freedom, so the sheer fabric is a declaration of that freedom, merging the symbols and aspect of your marriage vows with the affirmation vows you are taking today."

Sini remained speechless as Arja helped her stand up and began to undress, careful not to mess up her hair and make up.

"What kind of underwear do I wear underneath?" Sini wondered.

Arja tapped her on the shoulder. "I didn't show you, but there was a card on the bottom of the box, and it read 'no underwear'."

Sini looked back over to the bed, and she saw the card lying on the bottom of the now empty box, confirming Arja's words.

"I see," Sini simply answered.

Arja took the sheer dress and began to place it on Sini, again being cautious not to mess up her carefully crafted hair or make up.

"I see you keep yourself shaved down below. That's good," Arja noted as she let the dress fall over Sini's body.

"Baboucarr prefers me that way. Plus, it is easier for Jari when he performs his clean up duties," Sini replied.

Once the dress was on, Sini looked at herself in a full-length mirror. The dress was gown length, reaching down to her ankles with thick straps over her shoulders. The dress cut was conservative, almost like an ancient Greek gown, but the material was perfectly sheer, and her entire body was on full view. Her tits were hanging out, her large nipples and areolas prominently on display, as were the slit of her shaved pussy and the crack of her ass.

Arja had also adorned Sini's body with jewelry. Long earrings dangled from her lobes, her bejeweled necklace sparkled, and the gold bracelets on her wrists shimmered. The whole effect was of an elegant, if perverted, queen Cleopatra.

"You look stunning," Arja complimented her.

"Thank you," Sini softly whispered as she stared at her own image in the full-length mirror, almost in disbelief, as if the reflection was really someone else.

"Come along," Arja said as she gently hooked her arm with Sini's. "It's time for the ceremony."

*****

Sini followed Arja out of the bedroom, but Arja turned around before they reached the end of the hall and the living room.

"Wait here," Arja said as she handed her a bouquet lying on a small hallway table. "Everything will start in just a minute. When the music starts, you just slowly walk in. This is your moment. Enjoy it. Embrace it."

Arja gave her a hug and a kiss on the cheek, and then she disappeared around the corner.

Sini took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves. She still had no clue what to expect. From around the corner, Sini could see the living room was darkened but softly glowing, although she couldn't really see anything else.

And then lilting music filled the air and called her forth. Sini closed her eyes and took a deep breath, but then she shuffled her feet forward and began slowly marching, unsure where she was even going.

Sini opened her eyes again as she stepped into the living room, and she was struck by how it had literally been transformed into a dreamland. The furniture was all pushed to the side creating a large open space in the middle. The curtains were all closed, and the lights all dimmed, but an array of dozens of candles lit the room in a soft romantic glow.

Her eyes slowly adjusted to the dim lighting, and the people came into focus.

Arja was in her red dress at the front of the room, beaming as she stood behind a lectern and motioned for Sini to come to her.

In front of the lectern, Baboucarr stood to the left and Jari to the right. Baboucarr was dressed immaculately in a black suit and bowtie, whereas Jari was barely even dressed, only wearing panties paired with a jacket and a tie tied around his neck and stockings on his legs. The panties made it painfully obvious that Jari was wearing his cock cage.

And then Sini's eyes scanned the rest of the room. She recognized Davu, Arja's boyfriend, smiling at her as she entered, and standing next to him was Ekon, her first African lover.

Then Sini did a double take, stopping briefly as she recognized the woman standing next to Ekon. It was her own sister, Sofia. Ekon gave her a simple nod of acknowledgement while Sofia gave her an embarrassed smile.

Sofia was scantily clad, dressed in only a bra and panties while wearing high heeled shoes.

The music swelled, seemingly propelling Sini back into motion, almost like a magnet drawing her forward to the front of the room where Baboucarr and Jari awaited.

As she finally arrived, the music stopped, and Arja began to speak.

"We are gathered here today to celebrate a beautiful thing, to celebrate Sini's sexual liberation and Jari's devotion and submission to his wife."

Sini's mind was a whirl as Arja continued speaking.

"On this, the 20th anniversary of their marriage, Sini and her loving husband are transforming their marriage. Jari's love for her is devoid of selfishness and egotism. His devotion to his wife, Sini, and her happiness is complete. It is a beautiful thing to be celebrated and admired when a man puts his wife's satisfaction above his own."

Sini glanced at her husband as he stood there, looking both stoic and pathetic. He was practically naked with his cock cage highlighting his lack of endowment, yet he stood tall with his back straight and his jaw firm with resolve. Their eyes met for a brief moment, and she smiled and mouthed "I love you" as her eyes watered up.

"And Jari's devotion and submission to Sini frees her to have that which he cannot provide - sexual satisfaction. And she has found that sexual satisfaction in Baboucarr," Arja announced as she nodded in his direction. "So as Baboucarr officially becomes a part of their marriage, Jari accepts his role as a cuckold, allowing Baboucarr to be the bull that brings his wife, Sini, the sexual satisfaction that he cannot do himself as the husband."

Now Sini glanced at Baboucarr as he stood looking dapper and dignified in his three-piece suit. He exuded a quiet confidence, the suit jacket unable to hide his hulking muscles and fit frame. The whole moment felt so surreal that Sini wanted to pinch herself.

She had a good life before Baboucarr. As much as she enjoyed him, the gains were not without risk. Their bull/ cuckold relationship was still a secret to most of her friends and family, and she still feared their judgement if they ever found out. She still feared becoming a shunned woman in society.

Yet, as she glanced back at Baboucarr again, Sini's pussy moistened. She thought back to all their moments together. To the first time she visited him in his apartment. To when he came to their house and they asked him to be their bull. To their holiday in Turku. To the sexual excitement, all the climaxes she never experienced until recently, and she knew there was no turning back.

Suddenly, the entire purpose to the ceremony hit home. They were here to celebrate her sexual freedom. No longer would she be constrained by her fears. She'd embrace her happiness and satisfaction without regret. And she had Jari's support every step of the way.

Sini looked up, and Arja was staring straight at her, smiling as she began to ask a series of vows.

"Do you, Sini, declare your rights and freedoms as a cuckolding Wife here today?" Arja asked.

"I do," she affirmed.

"Do you, Sini, take Jari as your cuckold husband to cherish and control?"

"I do."

"To tease, frustrate and deny him as a cuckold wimp should be?"

"I do."

"Do you, Sini, take Baboucarr as your stud, as the bull in your marriage?"

"I do."

"Do you, Sini, promise to let your cuckold watch you with your bull or tell him every detail of how he pleases and satisfies you?"

"I do."

"Do you promise to be a good slut to your bull?"

"I do," Sini answered earnestly.

Arja gave a small nod of approval, and then she turned to face Jari.

"Jari, do you promise to accept being Sini's faithful cuckold in body, mind and spirit freely and without hesitation?"

"I do," Jari confirmed, his voice strong with resolve.

"Do you acknowledge the fact that sexually you cannot provide Sini with all of the sexual pleasure she needs and deserves?"

"I do."

"Jari, do you accept the position of cuckold husband with the understanding that Sini has complete freedom to have sex with Baboucarr while you must remain completely faithful to Her?"

"I do," he answered without hesitation.

"Do you accept your wife's need for a man who is better endowed than you?"

"I do."

"Do you accept your status as a sissy cuckold and accept that your wife controls your orgasms by locking you in a cock cage whenever she wants."

"I do."

Now Arja also gave Jari a simple nod of approval before turning her attention to Baboucarr.

"Baboucarr, do you as Sini's bull promise to give her the sexual pleasure she needs?"

"I do," he answered somberly, taking his vows seriously.

"Baboucarr, do you understand that you are used for Sini's sexual pleasure and can make no claims to this Woman as your own?"

"I do."

"Baboucarr, do you as Sini's bull promise to give her the sexual satisfaction she deserves?"

Baboucarr drew a deep breath, and a wide smile crossed his face before answering, "I do."

Arja looked over everyone in the room as she announced, "The vows are complete. And now, for the symbols of your new relationship."

Sini looked on curiously, wondering what was to come. And then Arja held a gold ring in the air, and Sini instantly recognized it as Jari's wedding ring.

"Sini, place this on your husband, Jari's, finger," Arja instructed. "This is the same ring you exchanged on your wedding day exactly 20 years ago now, only it has been modified slightly. Inside the wedding band, the word 'cuckold' has been etched to serve as a reminder of your husband's true status."

Sini flipped the ring over in her hand, and saw the word clearly etched on the inside. Jari held out his hand, and she slipped it on his finger.

"Jari, there are two items you will place on your wife," Arja continued as she held up a necklace. "First, take this necklace. On the end is a key which unlocks your cock cage. Place the necklace around your wife's neck, symbolizing the literal control she has over you."

Jari took the necklace, fingering the key in his hand for a moment before gently placing the necklace around his wife's neck.

"And one more thing. A ring to place on your wife's toe," Arja instructed.

Jari took the ring from Arja, and he studied it for a moment, unsure how to act.

"This ring symbolizes your devotion and submission to your wife. Please place it on her and then kiss her feet," Arja explained.

Then Jari fell down on his knees before his wife. Sini looked down lovingly at her husband. Then she looked between Jari and Baboucarr, her husband kneeling before her while her bull stood stoic and tall only a few feet away.

She looked back down as Jari leaned over and kissed each of her feet, and he remained on his knees, still kneeling next to her, even after he was done.

"And with that, our ceremony is complete," Arja declared. "Sini, you may kiss your bull."

And with that, Baboucarr stepped toward Sini. Everything had happened so fast, it all still felt surreal as Baboucarr took her into his arms. His hands reached around and openly groped her ass as his mouth landed on hers.

Their lips touched and then parted as his tongue ran against hers, and they engaged in a deep kiss. Their bodies pressed together as she almost melted into him, and she even raised one leg into the air to try to wrap around his body.

As they finally broke the kiss, they smiled at one another, and she looked down and saw her husband still on his knees next to her as everyone else gave them a round of applause.

"Congratulations," Davu said to her.

"Thank you," she politely answered, but her eyes quickly landed back on her sister, Sofia.

"Excuse me for a moment, please," she said to everyone, and she marched over to her.

"Congratulations, Sini," Ekon remarked as she approached. "I'm glad you have found happiness. I'm going to go over to congratulate your bull, Baboucarr. He is a lucky man," he added, politely excusing himself.

Sini grabbed her sister's arm and dragged her over to the far corner of the room.

"I never in a million years expected you here," Sini said, finally able to express her shock.

"I know, I know," Sofia apologized.

"So, you and Ekon?"

Sofia appeared embarrassed and looked away.

"Does your husband know?" Sini asked.

"Not yet," Sofia confessed.

Sini glared at her big sister. "And you're complaining that I was hiding things from you, but you're hiding things from your husband."

"I'll tell him soon, I swear," Sofia said in dismay. "It's just, he's lost interest in sex, and well, a woman has her needs. And then I caught wind of what you were up to, and it just got me thinking."

"Got you thinking how you had to get an African stud of your own."

Sofia grinned sheepishly. "He is... ahem... very well endowed."

"I remember."

"You've slept with him," Sofia gasped in surprise.

"Yes, he was my first African stud. You do know he has other women he sleeps with regularly, right?"

"I know, but I can only sneak away once a week to be with him, so it is okay," Sofia acknowledged.

"God, if our parents could see and hear us now," Sini laughed. "Both of their daughters having extramarital affairs with African bulls."

"Oh, God forbid," Sofia giggled.

"I'm glad I came to share this moment with me. You don't know how much it means," Sini said gratefully.

Sofia warmly and gave her sister a warm embrace.

"Seriously, congratulations, Sini. You look happy," she added.

"I am," Sini confirmed.

"So now what so we do now? Is there a reception?" Sofia asked.

"I'm not sure," Sini admitted. "I really had no clue what to expect today."

"We celebrate!" Baboucarr's grand voice boomed in response.

The two sisters looked around the room. Arja was sitting on Davu's lap, nibbling on his neck. Davu was so well built, she looked almost like a small pet sitting on his lap as he gently caressed her, his hands inching up her thighs, almost reaching under her red dress.

Ekon approached Sofia. Sini stepped aside as he put his arm around her sister and pulled her in close. Her ample breasts pressed tightly against his body as she rested her head on his chest.

Sofia's husband had ceased being openly affectionate years ago, so even seeing her so openly sexual was a jarring sight, let alone seeing her act like that with a man aside from her husband.

And then Sini felt a strong arm drape over her shoulder. She looked up to see Baboucarr standing next to her, and she smiled up at him.

"We do a ceremony to celebrate your sexual freedom, and the first thing you do is go see your sister," he protested.

"It seems she's discovering also her own sexual freedom," Sini pointed out as she looked back to her sister while Ekon had one arm over her shoulder while his hand hung down, casually fondling her breast.

Baboucarr leaned down, and Sini felt his breath on the back of her neck, her small hairs rising in excitement.

"I thought my job was to sexually satisfy this hot wife," he whispered.

Sini shivered in pleasure. She looked around, and the reception was quickly taking on a decidedly sexual direction. Arja was still sitting on Davu's lap, but she had turned to face him, her legs straddling his body. The hem of her dress had ridden up, revealing the thin fabric of the thong she wore underneath as she began making out with her boyfriend.

A few feet away, Sofia's eyes were closed as Ekon reached under her top and pulled it down, revealing her breasts. Then she turned to face her lover. Her eyes opened, and they were aglow with lust as she dropped to her knees and undid his pants.

"And what about you?" Baboucarr asked as the reception was quickly turning into an orgy.

The whole moment felt like a dream, but everything had led up to this moment. Sini's body felt like a tinder box, and the slightest spark could set it aflame. Her abstinence from Baboucarr the past two weeks leading up to the ceremony had left her hopelessly horny and desperate, and the sexually charged atmosphere of the actual ceremony itself only further fanned the flames.

Now as Baboucarr ran his hands down the side of her arms to her hips, her entire body started shaking. Her pulse was racing. Her heart was pounding. She tried to slow her breathing to calm herself down, but it was a futile effort.

Sini saw the lust in her sister's eyes for her African lover, and she could completely relate. She felt the exact same thing. And the symbolism of the ceremony finally hit her. She didn't need to hide her cuckold relationship or feel ashamed any longer. She was free to pursue her sexual passions, to seek out sexual satisfaction. And Baboucarr was there to help her achieve it.

She wanted him. She needed him. Right then and there. She dropped to her knees and undid Baoucarr's pants. She pulled down his trousers and underwear in one motion, and his glorious black cock was revealed, waving before her like a snake, deadly and untamed.

From the corner of her eye, she saw that Sofia had pulled down Ekon's underwear at almost the exact same moment. The two sisters shared a brief glance before each of them opened their mouth and wrapped their lips around the meaty poles of African chocolate.

*****

Sofia still felt nervous that she might not be as sexually experienced as Ekon's other regular lovers since her love life with her husband had never been anything more than vanilla. She worried that if she wasn't as skilled or slutty as his other women he might quickly grow tired of her. Nevertheless, she was determined to prove her sexual worth to him.

She looked up, searching for a sign that Ekon was pleased by her oral skills. He smiled down at her, and her heart lifted with his small affirmative gesture. She couldn't suppress a small smile, even as her lips were wrapped around his manhood and her head began bobbing on his cock. Her tongue slobbered all over his meat, leaving his dark pole glistening in the dimmed room lighting.

She mused how Ekon's small smile was more affirmation, more affection than her husband had given her in years. She craved attention and appreciation. She craved someone who saw her as more than just a maid, someone to cook and clean a house. She wanted someone who made her feel desirable and sexy. Someone who could excite and fill her with lust.

She knew her relationship with Ekon was strictly physical, but it filled a void in her life, reigniting a fire that had laid dormant for years.

Ekon's cock quickly hardened in her mouth. She still marveled at the sheer girth of his manhood as her mouth was stretched to its limits trying to take him in. She still struggled to take more than half of his cock down her throat before she'd start gagging. She remembered the embarrassment she felt the first time she gave him a blow job when she suffered a coughing fit as she gagged, and Ekon just laughed at her.

Ekon was still dark and mysterious to her. They had met only a few times, but he exuded an almost primal masculinity that she found irresistible. She found herself almost immediately submitting to him, wanting to let him do anything he wanted to her.

He had the rough hands of manual labor, and his calloused touch contrasted sharply with her smooth lotioned skin. The contrast in seemingly every aspect of their lives only fueled her arousal... blue collar vs. white collar, immigrant vs. native, black vs. white... maybe it was just the excitement stepping out of her comfort zone, or maybe opposites really did attract.

The first afternoon she spent with him, he brought her to climax while just fingering her. She lost count how many times she climaxed before she left his apartment that first time as the orgasms were coming so fast and hitting so hard by the end. He opened up a whole new world for her. She felt a freedom with him.

With Ekon she wasn't expected to be a prim and proper wife who always acted with restraint and dignity. She was free to be a sexual woman. He appreciated her body's curves, and he liked watching her turn into a slut, spreading her legs, bending over, and screaming out in pleasure as she climaxed.

When Sofia first learned that her sister was having an affair, she reacted with disgust, but now she understood what drove her sister to seek out Baboucarr. Sini's motivations only highlighted what was missing from Sofia's life, and soon she found her disgust turning into doubt and then curiosity before finally transforming into full-fledged lust.

Now as she knelt before Ekon, her submission was complete. Ekon's cock was long and hard, covered in her spit and glistening in the soft candlelight as she sat back and begged him, "I'm ready to be fucked. Please, fuck me."

"A bitch in heat," Ekon laughed.

Sofia shuddered in pleasure at his crude characterization as she laid back, spread her legs, and waited to be mounted.

*****

Arja quickly glanced around, concerned that everyone else was put off watching her make out with her boyfriend. After the ceremony, she had been so overcome with lust for Davu that she couldn't help herself, and she had practically jumped his bones as soon as it was over. But she saw both Sofia and Sini giving their bulls blowjobs, so suddenly her own lustful desires no longer seemed so out of place. Maybe they were even following her lead?

Her dress had risen up nearly to her waist as she straddled her boyfriend's strong body, and Davu couldn't resist giving her ass a hearty, playful slap. She leaned in and began kissing him all over his neck again as one of her hands eagerly reached down to his crotch and easily found his large bulge.

She was too impatient to attempt to lower his pants. Instead, she undid his zipper and then reached inside. Her fingers slipped inside the open slit in his underwear until her skin felt the familiar hard flesh of his manhood.

She wrapped her fingers around him and then fished his cock out from his pants until his pole was pointing straight up.

"There it is," she whispered, clearly pleased with herself.

"Self-service woman. I like it," Davu mused as his fingers pulled her thong to the side. "You know what you want."

Arja kept her hands on his cock and guided it in as she slowly lowered herself down on top of him. She never got tired of the thrill, the feeling of his impossibly large cock spreading her pussy wide open, and her body shook in his arms as she threw her head back and sighed deeply in utter satisfaction until she finally bottomed out on his lap.

She opened her eyes again and looked into the eyes of her lover.

"Go on and start riding this thoroughbred," he told her, and she smiled.

"There's nothing else I'd rather do," she replied.

*****

Jari looked around in disbelief at the debaucherous scene laid out before him. The entire ceremony had turned into one large orgy.

Sini was still on her knees, giving Baboucarr a blow job. He was struck by how peaceful and natural she looked as she bobbed up and down on his cock. Long gone were her initial anxiety and hesitancy in her affair with their bull, now replaced by confidence as she openly embraced her hot wife status, as if the affirmation ceremony gave her a stamp of approval, affirming that she was free to pursue and satisfy her sexual cravings.

She looked beautiful with a black cock stuffed in her mouth. Her body moved with purpose and precision as she had grown experienced in giving Baboucarr proper blow jobs, her body bouncing lightly as she bounced on her knees, her ample breasts jiggling with every movement.

Jari was wistful, thinking how nice it would be to have her lavish that type of attention on him, but then he stared down at his own cock, diminutive and confined in its cage, and he knew that his own manhood could never elicit such a sexually enthusiastic response.

Then his eyes drifted over to Sofia. She was lying on her back on the carpet, her bra pulled down to let her titties flop about while Ekon fucked her like a rag doll with her feet in the air and her panties dangling off her right ankle, but it was still a jarring sight.

After initially confronting Jari with such vitriol at their parent's anniversary party and then later on when she caught him cross dressing, he never imagined she'd have her own interracial affair a few weeks later, but her screams and shrieks as Ekon plowed her pussy into orgasm confirmed that her conversion to interracial hot wife therapy was complete.

Sofia bore more than a passing resemblance to her younger sister, and Jari watched in wonder as the two sisters seemingly mended their own relationship over their shared love of interracial sex. They were only a few feet apart, their white bodies standing in stark contrast to Ekon and Baboucarr, whose skin was black as coal.

Across the room Arja was riding Davu on a sofa, his cock disappearing into her snatch like a piston pumping in and out. Her arms were wrapped around her lover, and her feet were dug into the edge of the sofa for support as she bounced on his cock, his large thick meat pole wet with her juices and seamlessly gliding in and out of her body.

They had been fucking for several minutes, and Arja had already climaxed at least once as Davu's body tensed up and his strong hands grabbed her hips and impaled her body on his cock, holding her down as he let out a mighty roar. He was obviously cumming, ejaculating shot after shot of hot thick creamy seed inside Arja's pussy. Jari was struck by how long his grunting continued, as if he was spreading his ejaculate for almost a minute straight until his body finally relaxed, and he released his grip on Arja's waist.

The whole moment felt surreal, as if Jari was in a trance. He didn't belong there; he wasn't worthy. He had no role to play in the moment. He wasn't a bull. In fact, he was the opposite. He was a cuck, yet he was surrounded by bulls giving all the sexual pleasure he was incapable of.

And then Baboucarr's deep came booming voice across the room, breaking him out of his trance.

"Sissyboy. Don't want your couch to get stained, do you? You'd better get over there and perform your clean up duties before that cum seeps in."

*****

Sini sat back and wiped the drool and precum off her lips. She was already breathing heavily but looked forward to feeling Baboucarr inside her as he barked out a command to Jari.

Jari briefly looked at her, and she gave him a slight nod to give him her blessing to service Arja. Although she had made clear that she was not willing to let him take on another lover, she knew he couldn't penetrate Arja with his penis still locked in the cage.

Sini rolled over onto all fours and presented herself for her bull as she patiently waited to be mounted. Jari was crawling across the floor to Arja, who was still sitting on Davu's lap with her boyfriend's cock obscenely impaled in her, even as cum began to leak out. To Sini's left, Sofia was still on her back getting fucked by Ekon.

"This woman knows what she wants," Baboucarr's voice remarked from behind her.

His finger ran along the length of her slit and then across her taint, making her gasp in pleasure as she exhaled slowly.

"This pussy's dripping wet. After all our regular hook ups, here in your house and at my apartment, and then our little holiday to Turku, you had to go cold turkey. No black cock for our poor little Sini these past two weeks. You've been starving. You need your fix of black cock, don't you?"

He slipped a finger inside Sini's eager pussy, and she bowed her head down, her pussy so sensitive that Baboucarr's lewd words and his slightest touch already had her body on edge.

"Oh God, don't make me beg," she sputtered.

"Much as I love hearing you beg for it, this is your special day, and I made a vow to tear that pussy up," Baboucarr affirmed as he lightly tapped the tip of his cock against her soaked mound.

Sini moaned aloud in a longing drone.

"And we both know what it is you want, don't we?" Baboucarr asked as he pushed forward, plunging himself into her.

"Oh God," Sini cried out as the familiar feeling of his cock filling her hole returned. She was so wet, he easily slid in with no resistance. And then he pushed forward again, and his cock kept pushing deeper and deeper into her body until she felt his body pressed against hers. His balls tapped against her body, firm and full of seed since she hadn't emptied him in weeks now.

"You'd better hold on," Baboucarr warned her as his hands grabbed a hold of her waist. "I'm about to tear that pussy up and fuck you from here to tomorrow."

As Baboucarr pulled back, his cock slid along her sex, and Sini shivered in pleasure. And then he plunged back in, his cock running against her G spot, setting off a whole new array of nerves that already had her on the edge.

She was so horny, so worked up and aroused, she wanted nothing more than to climax. Baboucarr began fucking her in a steady rhythm, his cock easily slicing through her body, each thrust only adding to her arousal.

Sini spread her legs wider, wanting to feel him penetrate even deeper. And then one of his hands reached around, cupping her breast and teasing her nipple, and then Sini lost it.

"Fuck!" she screamed as the first orgasm tore through her body, leaving her shaking and panting profusely as her entire body felt electrified.

"Damn, woman," Baboucarr shouted. "I'm just getting started. I haven't even begun properly fucking you yet."

"Oh God," Sini shuddered, her pussy still feeling like it was a livewire and unsure if she could take the sexual onslaught that Baboucarr promised.

******

Jari felt his cock painfully pushing against the bars of his cage as he licked Arja's pussy. She had turned around, now facing away from Davu, although seated on his lap. At least his cock had slipped out after softening, although Jari's chin rubbed against it as he leaned in to begin lapping up the cum leaking from her pussy.

"I never imagined my best friend's wife would be performing clean up duty on me," Arja commented as she reached down and tousled his hair.

"He's a good cuck. He knows his role," Davu commented, and Jari took perverse pride in the backhanded compliment.

Jari felt awkward, not having been with another woman in decades, let alone the fact he was performing a sexual act on another woman on his 20th wedding anniversary.

As the cum began to drip down, he licked it up, savoring it on his tongue, and a strangely familiar taste came to his senses. And then Jari remembered how he cleaned out his wife's pussy after Davu slept with her in Arja's apartment before.

It's strange how diets and genetics could give men distinct tastes, and though he had become accustomed to the taste of Baboucarr's seed, now he also recognized the taste of Davu's cum.

His fingers reached up to spread her labia, and her hole was revealed, still wide open after getting ably fucked by Davu.

Jari pushed his tongue forth into her hole, taking his role to clean her out seriously as Arja moaned, clearly reacting to his tongue on her sex, and Jari was painfully reminded how he could only get his wife off orally since his own penis proved inadequate.

As his tongue explored her pussy, he lapped up the salty concoction of Davu's cum mixed with Arja's juices. As he kept licking, the taste of Davu's cum became diluted as Arja's juices flooded her hole, her arousal quickly re-intensifying.

Jari glanced up, and he saw her head leaned back and she began making out with Davu while his hands were openly fondling her tits.

Davu's cock pulsed against the bottom of his chin like a stinging reminder of his virility, and Jari couldn't help wondering if he licked Arja long enough if he might be able to make her climax like he used to do for his wife.

He saw her crown jewel, her clitoris, jutting out just an inch away, and he was about to begin licking her nub when Baboucarr's familiar voice called out yet again.

"Hey cuckyboy, make yourself useful. Ekon's got another clean up job for you. Wouldn't want your sister-in-law coming home to her husband with African seed dripping down her leg, would you? Why don't you help the poor lady out?"

*****

Sofia felt like a beached whale as she lay flat on her back on the ground, her body limp and almost lifeless after Ekon had fucked her senseless. Everything was a blur - the room, the noises - it all just blended together in a fog.

She had told her husband she was spending the afternoon with some of her female coworkers, but he barely gave her anything more than a dismissive wave, and she couldn't help wondering how he'd react if he knew the truth. Would he be jealous? Furious? With Ekon? With her? She feared she had grown so inconsequential in his life that he might react with indifference, with another dismissive wave of his hand.

Now as her naked body was laid out on the carpet, she felt like she'd been run over by a freight train, but in a good way. It was a good exhaustion. She'd sleep well that night. Sini had told her that she usually visited her bull several times a week, but Sofia wasn't sure her body could even take more than her once a week visit with Ekon.

As she laid there, she almost felt as if she could fall asleep. Ekon slipped out, but her pussy was still a gaping hole as the air rushed in.

And then she felt two hands spreading her legs apart again, but it clearly wasn't Ekon's calloused workman's hands. These were softer, gentler - not feminine, but the hands of a man not accustomed to manual labor.

Forcing herself back to consciousness, she sat up and opened her eyes, only to be shocked by the sight of her brother-in-law, Jari, crawling between her legs.

"It's okay. Let the sissy perform his duty and clean you out," Ekon counseled her.

"Clean me out?" she questioned.

"Yes, he's already cleaned the cum out of Arja. And now it is your turn."

"Oh God," she trembled.

*****

Sini rocked back and forth with each thrust that Baboucarr plowed into her pussy, nevertheless she was captivated by what was happening only a few feet away. Sofia was fully alert again by the realization that Jari, her brother-in-law, had crawled between her legs and was staring right at her most private area.

Sini realized she should feel jealousy. After all, it was one thing for Jari to eat out her friend, Arja's pussy, but it was much more messy and personal if he did the same thing to her sister. Yet, Sini didn't feel an ounce of jealousy, instead she was filled with... fascination.

Jari looked unsure of himself. Aside from the stories that Sini told him about their interactions at work, Jari still barely knew Arja, only having met her a handful of times. Sofia, on the other hand, he had known for over 20 years. They were always friendly, although never particularly intimate or flirtatious. Jari had always been closer to Sofia's husband, and now she couldn't help wondering if there was some kind of guy code of honor that was holding him back.

"Go on, sissyboy," Ekon chided him. "Dig in. She's even shaved for you. You know you've wanted a piece of that pussy for years."

That push seemed to activate something in Jari, and he pressed forward as his tongue licked the cum and juices spread outside her pussy.

"Oh God!" Sofia cried out as she sat up on her elbows and reacted with look of horror mixed with shock.

Ekon slid behind her so she could rest her back against his thighs while still sitting up. His cock hung down right next to her face while his hands reached down and began playing with her tits.

Sofia turned to the side and saw his manhood, juicy and meaty, temptingly dangling within reach. She looked down as Jari spread her labia and his tongue began delving into her canal, and then she looked back again at the monstrous cock that had deposited the seed that Jari was cleaning up.

His manhood reeked of his sweat, cum, and her juices, but Jari's tongue was already having an effect as she already felt her juices start flowing again, and Ekon's fingers teasing her nipples only added to the flame. Against her better judgement, she tamped down her initial horror and let her arousal take over. She turned her head back to Ekon's cock, opened her lips, and took him into her mouth.

"There, there, that's a good slut," Ekon encouraged her. "Cleaning off your bull like that. That's it, lick it up and take in every last drop."

Sofia could only respond with a muffled moan as Jari's tongue pressed inside her pussy, and she spread her legs wider and then wrapped her thighs tightly around his head.

Ekon was still fondling her titties and pinching her nipples. He leaned down and whispered dirty talk in her ear.

"Now your sister and her husband know what a slut you are. They see you for what you really are. A black cock whore."

She responded in wordless moans, her mouth still stuffed full of cock.

Her pussy was like a static ball, just building up energy with every lick from Jari's tongue.

"What would your husband say if he knew where you were today... stripped naked on the floor with your brother-in-law eating out a black man's cum from your pussy?"

Between Jari's oral stimulation, Ekon teasing her nipples, and the recounts of her sexual misdeeds, it all proved too much, and her body started convulsing in climax again. She tried to scream, but Ekon's cock throbbed in her mouth and cut off her air passage, and she felt like she might pass out.

Ekon's words should've humiliated her, but God love her, they only turned her on even more, and she squeezed her thighs even tighter around Jari's head, so tight she wondered if she wasn't suffocating the poor man.

She let Ekon's cock slip out of her mouth as she gasped for air. She leaned her head back again on Ekon's lap and looked up into his face, and he just smiled back down at her.

"Your poor husband doesn't know what he's missing out on. His wife is a sex-starved slut, and he has no idea."

As Sofia's climax died down, her legs fell to the side, and Jari crawled away, his duty complete.

And then a voice called from across the room.

"Ekon, are you and her exclusive?" Davu asked from the sofa, where he still sat with Arja.

"You like my new bitch?" Ekon responded.

"I know that Sini is exclusive with Baboucarr, but if I can't take a turn with her, maybe I could have one with the next best thing, her sister."

"You always did have a thing for big booties."

"More cushion for the pushin'," Davu laughed.

"What about me?" Arja protested.

"Maybe you need a real man," Ekon proposed as Arja's eyes grew wide.

*****

Sini bowed her head down as another orgasm erupted from the depths of her body. By this point, Baboucarr was fucking her ragged, his body slamming into hers with such ferocity that their skin loudly slapped with each thrust.

Her body was sweaty, and she was panting heavily. Her hair that had been so carefully coiffed for the ceremony had long since fallen apart and turned into a haphazard, disheveled, sweaty, stringy mess.

It was the third climax that Baboucarr had driven her to, although he showed no signs of slowing down as he continued relentlessly pounding into her doggystyle.

The whole room smelled of dirty, dank sex. It permeated the air and was inescapable.

As Sini briefly looked up, the other couples had switched lovers, and Ekon was fucking Arja on the sofa while Sofia was riding Davu only a few feet away. Meanwhile, Jari was off by his lonesome to the side, his face almost in a daze as he gazed out at the orgy openly taking place in their living room.

"Sissyboy," Baboucarr called out, and Jari immediately paid attention. "It is your anniversary, after all. Why don't we get you involved in the action." Jari's eyes grew wide as the bull explained. "Crawl under your wife. You can watch her getting fucked up close. I think your little sissy ass would get off on that."

*****

Sini was on her hands and knees, directly facing Jari as he crawled across the floor to her. Jari passed by Sofia, his sister-in-law, as he crawled, and they shared a quick glance as he passed by before Jari turned his face away in shame.

As he approached his wife, Jari paused, as if mesmerized. Baboucarr was pounding her from behind, her body violently pushing forward and her titties swinging wildly with each thrust.

"Don't act like you're too good to get under there," Baboucarr taunted him. "After all, your wife deserves the same clean up treatment you've given all the other ladies here today. Besides, don't pretend like you won't enjoy it."

Jari took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a moment to collect himself. As he opened his eyes, he felt as if he was diving into a pool, and he held as breath as he rolled onto his back and shimmied himself under his wife's body.

She looked down at him, and they shared a glance as he started making his way headfirst down the length of her body.

He paused as he passed under her breasts. They swung gloriously above his head, and then her chest leaned down, and her breasts were almost assaulting his face while she was getting fucked. He couldn't help himself, and he latched his lips on one of them, lovingly sucking on her teat as her body heaved back and forth as Baboucarr kept pounding her.

And then he let her breast go as he continued making his way down her body. Past the soft rounded flesh of her stomach to where her hips widened out. He heard the slapping of skin on skin where Baboucarr was fucking his wife ragged, and Baboucarr's body began to come into view as he slammed his body into hers.

His cock looked even more immense and ridiculously large up close, his manhood spreading Sini's pussy so wide like it was drilling out a mineshaft and permanently reshaping her pussy.

Jari reached his instructed position as he felt Baboucarr's balls tapping against the top of his head with each thrust, his long black cock sawing into his wife only an inch above his face. Jari's own cock was straining against the confines of its cage as his wife's juices rained down upon him, her pleasure literally pouring out of her body with every moan of pleasure and drop of arousal.

Jari was mesmerized watching it all up close, seeing his wife's labia tightly wrapped around the black pole seemingly sawing her body in half. The midnight black of Baboucarr's manhood contrasted sharply with Sini's pale white skin, and Jari couldn't resist himself as he stuck out his tongue and lapped up the juices secreting from her mound.

Just then, Baboucarr gave an especially hard thrust, and it pushed Sini's downward until she crashed down on Jari's face, briefly burying her pussy on top of him. Jari's tongue and lips fell on the intersection where Baboucarr's cock entered her pussy, his shaft running across JarI's tongue ever so briefly as the bull's full balls were pressed against his forehead and scraped down over his face until they rested on his nostrils, leaving Jari's senses filled with the sweaty musky odor of the bull.

Sini let out a gasp, and then she lifted herself off her husband again as Baboucarr resumed fucking her with reckless abandon while Jari let the bodily sweat and juices rain down and drank it all in.

*****

Sofia was delirious. For years sex had been a pleasurable if ultimately unfulfilling act, but now it was an all-consuming passion. Sex with Ekon had been a revelation that opened her eyes to a whole new world of ecstasy, and now she was insatiable. Just a few weeks ago, she had been a faithful wife who never strayed from her marriage, and now she was on her back, legs spread, and allowing a second African man, Davu, to implant his manhood in her body.

She was making noises she didn't even know she was capable of as her moans and shrieks filled the room, her voice reaching higher notes than an opera singer.

She was losing count on the number of orgasms she'd had as the latest climax pulsed through her body.

And then Davu pulled his body back from on top of her, and she groaned in complaint as his cock pulled out, the emptiness in her pussy suddenly feeling like a huge void in her life, as if a piece of her was somehow missing.

"Please. Don't stop," she begged. "I need it."

Davu laughed at her desperation. "So impatient," he chided her as his hands grabbed her hips and rolled her over onto her stomach. Then he pulled her up to her hands and knees. "I love me a big old booty. Now I can't have your sister, so I guess yours will just have to do."

Sofia felt humiliated knowing she was a second choice, a consolation prize, but those concerns were quickly wiped away.

"Oh, thank God," she cried out as Davu's meaty cock sunk back deep into the recesses of her body, again filling the void in her body, in her life.

She closed her eyes and just enjoyed how the young African's manhood felt inside her as it rubbed against her g spot and gave her all the pleasure she sought while his balls swung and tapped against her clit when he was fully impaled.

Each thrust pushed her forward a few more inches, and as she opened her eyes, Sofia found herself face to face with Sini while both of them were getting pounded by big black cock from behind.

"Hi, sis," Sini greeted her between heavy breaths. "Fancy meeting you here."

*****

"Throw me that tube on the table," Baboucarr called out.

Ekon looked on the side table next to the sofa where he was fucking Arja, but he grabbed and tossed it across the room to his fellow bull without even breaking rhythm.

Baboucarr caught it and then opened the container and squirted out a generous amount of grease onto Sini's asshole.

"Oh God," Sini cried out as she realized what was coming next.

"Oh, don't act like you don't want it," Baboucarr teased her. "That's why I called your husband out to get down there. I want him to have a front row seat as I tear that ass up."

Then Baboucarr pulled his cock most of the way out of Sini's pussy, and he squirted another healthy amount of grease on his shaft.

"Oops, did some of that land on you," Baboucarr laughed as Jari winced when a few drops fell down on his face.

"Give me that when you're done," Davu added. "I want to give Sofia's ass a ride as well."

"Of course," Baboucarr agreed. "After all, we are celebrating Sini's sexual liberation, so we want it to be as pleasurable as possible for the women."

Sini and Sofia looked at each other with apologetic gazes, almost as if each was embarrassed to have the bulls talk so crudely about them, but then they both quickly realized they were two peas in a pod, and took comfort in their own shared sisterly experience and desires.

"Boy, if only mom and dad could see us now," Sini whispered.

"God forbid" Sofia spat back, and the two sisters laughed.

Sini closed her eyes again as Baboucarr's monster cock slowly sank back deep into her body, this time into her ass.

At first, for a brief instant, it felt like he was ripping her flesh apart, but as Baboucarr eased into her and the lube started to spread around, the pain was quickly replaced by tingling sensations, with nerves that tickled and excited her.

Sini had held her breath as she braced herself for a painful entry, but as the pain quickly turned into unadulterated pleasure, she let out a loud exhale as she just let herself sink into her arousal.

As she opened her eyes, she saw her sister, Sofia, was going through the exact same range of emotions only a foot away. Sofia's face winced as Davu inserted himself, but her grimace quickly transformed into a silly grin as she lifted her head up and arched her back as Davu slid the entire length of his shaft balls deep into her.

"I'm guessing it's not your first time," Sini suggested.

"Ekon broke me in last week," Sofia admitted.

"You never let your husband in the backdoor?"

"I might've, but he's too much of a prude. He always thought it was dirty," Sofia answered.

"That's enough chit chat for the both of you," Baboucarr chimed in. "If you want to talk later, there's a café down the road. Right now, it's time to lay down the pipe."

"Indeed. It's time to tear that ass up," Davu agreed.

"Oh God," the sisters cried out in unison.

*****

Jari watched as Baboucarr's cock began its anal assault. Seeing his long black stick swallowed by his wife's ass was horrifyingly fascinating.

"How's the view down there?" the bull inquired with an easy going laugh.

Jari mumbled a muted reply.

Sini took slow measured breaths to control her breathing as the bull's cock was obviously having an incredibly erotic effect.

As Jari looked up, his wife's pussy hovered over his head, so tempting and inviting. He couldn't resist, and his fingers reached up and spread her labia, and her crown jewel, her clitoris was revealed.

Sini seemingly accommodated her husband as she lowered herself down until his tongue could reach her sex, and he began licking her little nub, gently massaging it with his tongue, although each mighty thrust of Baboucarr's body into hers pushed her forward.

Sini repositioned her legs to better brace herself against Baboucarr's hard thrusts and give Jari a steady target, and Jari rewarded her efforts by loving her clit with renewed passion.

Jari thought back to the early days of their big black cock exploration, and he recalled how the only way he could ever make his wife climax was by using his tongue. And now, on her special day, he wanted nothing more than to make her climax the only way he was capable of doing so. Jari loved his wife, and even though his own manhood was lacking and locked away, he wanted to play a small part in making the day memorable for his wife, to make it a day she would never forget.

Baboucarr's balls were brushing against Jari's forehead, but he remained steady on his task at hand. Sini was obviously highly aroused. Wordless moans were turning into soft cries of pain that hurt so good. Her juices were freely flowing, and Jari slipped a finger inside, reaching for her G spot, all while his tongue remained focused on her clit, lightly cajoling it into full bloom.

From above, Sini was surrendering to her arousal. She leaned her head down, just letting the nerves send her entire body into an excited state as Baboucarr touched spine tingling nerves that made her shiver in pleasure. And Jari was working her clit below, getting her blood flowing and leaving her in heat.

The combined effect was overwhelming, and the climax was inevitable. Each heavy thrust from Baboucarr propelled her a few inches forward until now she was practically face to face with her sister, Sofia, as both of them were getting ass fucked.

Sini was practically crying tears from her eyes as Sofia looked at her.

"Who would've - " Sofia started to say, but Sini impulsively leaned forward and kissed her sister on the mouth, their lips touching and then parting. Their tongue raced against each other, the two sisters now closer than ever as they shared in their love of big black cock.

"I love you," Sofia mouthed as they broke the kiss, but Sini threw her head back down as her body erupted into orgasm.

"Fuck!" she screamed loudly enough to wake the dead. Her body began convulsing, her arms shaking as she pressed her pussy down onto Jari's face, burying him in her sex.

And then Baboucarr impaled himself with one last thrust, and he let out a deep roar as he unloaded his seed deep into the recesses of her ass.

For a brief moment, it was if time stood still. Sini held her body still, her pussy smothering Jari while he suckled on her clitoris, and Baboucarr's cock remained buried in her ass as it pulsed with each shot of thick white gooey cum it deposited until her cavity was full to the brim, and it began to leak out down onto Jari's forehead below.

Baboucarr was breathing heavily as he pulled his cock back, and Sini's asshole remained a gaping hole as the air rushed in. She sat up, and Jari gasped for breath as he was finally freed, but the cum began to leak out of her hole down onto Jari's open mouth, making him choke as he struggled for air, but he kept his mouth open and let it pour in until the last drop fell and he swallowed it down in one shot.

*****

"Well, there's a sight I never thought I'd see," Jari remarked as he sat next to Sini, both of them sitting on the floor with their backs against the wall.

Davu was still fucking Sofia in the ass, but Ekon had come back over, and now the two Africans were spit roasting Sini's sister.

Meanwhile, Baboucarr had run to the kitchen to grab a bite to eat while Arja was sitting alone on the sofa with a jealous look on her face.

"Don't worry, darling," Davu reassured her. "As soon as we're done with her, you're going to get the same treatment."

"I'm going to hold you to that promise," Arja replied, and the two bulls laughed.

Sofia couldn't speak with Ekon's hard cock stuffed in her mouth, and she was gagging as she struggled to contain his girth as he face fucked her.

Davu had already been fucking Sofia for a while, and he was close to orgasm after a few more minutes. As Sofia endured her umpteenth climax, he ejaculated straight into her ass, filling her anal realm until it leaked out just like had happened with Sini a few minutes earlier.

Not long after, Ekon began to cum as well, although he pulled his cock out of her mouth and elected to paint her face and hair with his white sticky seed until she could barely open her eyes and his cum was dripping off her nose and chin.

The two bulls admired their handiwork for a moment, and then turned back to Arja.

"Next," Ekon called out.

Arja licked her lips as the two bulls approached her and took their positions as they proceeded to spit roast her, as well. Ekon opted to fuck her in the pussy, wanting to plant his seed in another woman, while Davu received a blowjob from his girlfriend.

Meanwhile, Sofia rolled over and then crawled across the floor, leaving a trail of cum on the carpet as it leaked out of her before she joined Sini and Jari, sitting on the floor like them with her back against the wall.

"Seems like you enjoyed yourself out there, sis," Sini commented.

Sofia was still trying to catch her breath, but she used her fingers to wipe the cum from her face, licking it off and savoring every drop of Ekon's cum as she swallowed it down.

"God, is that what I looked like?" Sofia wondered aloud as the three of them watched Arja getting spit roasted across the room.

"Only 20 years older and 20 pounds heavier," Sini couldn't help teasing her older sister. "About the same as I looked when Baboucarr was giving me the business," she admitted.

"I suppose," Sofia sighed wistfully.

"I love you, sis," Sini blurted out. "Thank you for being here today for me. I can't tell you what it means to actually have family here to support me."

"What are big sisters for," Sofia laughed. "If not to get spit roasted by two strapping Africans at my sister's affirmation ceremony. I think there was something in it for me, as well. Can't claim it was any great sacrifice on my part."

Sini laughed before turning to face her husband. "And you, too, Jari. Your love and support mean everything to me. There aren't many men who are man enough to emasculate themselves like you have done. There's a strength in that to be admired. I know how lucky I am to have such a caring, understanding, and self-sacrificing husband."

"I just like seeing you happy," Jari responded. "I'd do anything to make you happy."

"I wish my husband was as understanding as you," Sofia pondered.

"So, what exactly are you going to tell him after you come home?" Jari asked.

Sofia laughed. "Originally I told him that I was hanging out with female co workers."

"That doesn't explain why you're covered in sweat and cum," Sini joked.

"As if he'd even notice," Sofia sighed.

The three of them fell silent as they watched Arja driven to orgasm by the two bulls. Working together, the two bulls had lifted her off the sofa and suspended her in the air. Her body was stretched out and facing down, her arms wrapped around Davu's waist as she continued sucking on his cock while her legs were wrapped around Ekon's waist while he fucked her from behind.

She was squealing in delight as Davu had his hands under her arms to support her upper half while Ekon had a firm grip on her waist to hold up her lower half. The three spectators were mesmerized by the sight of Arja suspended in midair as the two bulls continued fucking her.

Finally, Davu exploded into Arja's mouth, and Ekon soon followed suit as he erupted in Arja's pussy, letting out a loud grunt as he deposited yet another load of cum into the young woman. As they held her suspended in the air, they kept pumping her full of cum until Arja looked so drunk on arousal that she might just pass out.

After they were done cumming however, they gently laid Arja back down on the sofa, and after Davu's softening cock fell out of her mouth, she was gagging as she laughed.

"Are you okay?" Ekon asked in concern.

Arja nodded her head as she took a moment to collect herself, although she couldn't stop giggling, even amidst her coughing fit.

"That went down the wrong hole," she commented.

"You're supposed to ingest my semen, not inhale it," Davu chuckled.

"I think my semen went down the wrong hole, too," Ekon added, and Arja looked at him strangely. "Next time I'll have to fuck you up the ass," he said as he erupted in laughter.

*****

It was a few minutes later, and the threesome of Davu, Arja, and Ekon were all seated on the sofa, all of them recovering from their intense sex session while Jari, Sini, and Sofia still sat on the floor with their backs against the wall.

"Are you happy?" Sofia softly asked her sister. "You don't think you'll get tired of this lifestyle?"

Now it was Sini's turn to sigh wistfully. "I am happy," she decided. "I have no idea what the future may bring, but if there's one thing I've learned, it's that you have to live in the moment. And right now, this lifestyle is what makes me happy. I'm just thankful my husband, sister, and best friend are here to share it with me."

Just then, Baboucarr came back in from the kitchen and spotted the three of them sitting idly on the floor against the wall.

"Don't tell me you guys are tapping out? The party's just getting started," he said with a twinkle in his eye.

Sini looked at Jari and then to Sofia.

"It is your day. We're all here to celebrate you," Sofia assured her.

Jari laughed. "I think I've created a monster. And I wouldn't have it any other way."

Then Sini turned back to face Baboucarr with a big smile on her face as she answered, "Let's live a little."

*****

The End.