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The Camara mansion, located in the storied The Almadies neighborhood of metropolitan Dakar, is nothing if not imposing. The three-story, eight-bedroom estate contained an Olympic-size swimming pool and was surrounded by a twelve-foot stone wall with barbed wire on top, for safety reasons. Dakar is a lovely city but one cannot be too careful. Multimillionaire industrialist Fariz Camara and his wife Rashida purchased the place shortly after returning to their hometown of Dakar, Senegal, following a lengthy sojourn in the United States of America. The Camaras are a lively pair and intend to show Dakar what it’s been missing…
While living in the City of Atlanta, Georgia, Fariz Camara and his wife Rashida made a fortune by opening African-themed grocery stores, clothing stores and barber shops catering to the immigrant populations. The Senegalese couple also experimented with hedonism and swinging. The City of Atlanta has a lively community of black swingers and black BDSM afficionados, which appealed immensely to Fariz and Rashida. While experimenting in these circles, Fariz began to explore his long-repressed bisexuality with his wife Rashida’s support. Upon returning to Senegal, the couple decided to share their newfound enlightenment with fellow West Africans…
“Welcome to the First Annual Pan-African Bisexual Orgy Party,” said Rashida Camara, and the hostess greeted her guests with a big smile on her face. Standing six feet tall, the curvy and sinfully sexy, dark-skinned and big-bottomed Senegalese Muslim woman looked magnificent in a red tank top and matching crimson leather pants. The lady of the house runs the house, as is the case in most households, and Rashida left nothing to guesswork. Anyone setting foot into the Camara household needed to realize at once who runs the place…
“Well done, beloved,” said Fariz Camara, and the six-foot-three, burly and dark-skinned Senegalese businessman smiled at his wife. Rashida grinned as her husband Fariz took her hand and brought it to his lips. The pair greeted their guests. For months now, Fariz and Rashida had been planning a major event. One that would solidify alliances with power couples across West Africa for purposes of both business and pleasure. Fariz is a smart man with a ton of ambition, and his wife Rashida believes in his dreams.
“Thank you for having us, my dears,” said Majida Bodjolle, the grand dame of the Togolese fashion industry. The short, curvy, brown-skinned and curly-haired Togolese woman stepped forward in a traditional emerald and white dress and hat, accompanied by her tuxedoed husband, real estate mogul Ibrahim Bodjolle, a tall, dark-skinned and bald-headed fellow. Majida kissed Rashida on the cheek while Ibrahim shook hands with Fariz. Ibrahim and Majida had flown to Dakar from Lome, the Capital of the Togolese Republic, mere hours ago. The two couples were all smiles as they exchanged greetings and pleasantries.
“Fine place you have here,” Ibrahim said, and Fariz grinned and clapped him on the shoulder. The two couples were about to go inside when the final guests arrived. Habiba Keita, a six-foot-tall, curvy and Afro-sporting, dark-skinned and gorgeous Malian-Canadian fashion model arrived with her husband, former Malian Armed Forces Colonel Boubacar Traore. The two of them flew in from the City of Bamako, Capital of the Republic of Mali, a day prior and took some time to rest before the Big Event. Flying from the City of Toronto, Ontario, to the City of Paris, France, and then to the City of Bamako, Mali, before coming to the City of Dakar, Senegal, doesn’t seem to have fazed them.
Fariz and Rashida smiled at Habiba Keita and Boubacar Traore as they stepped forward after exiting their limo. The Malian couple certainly knew how to make an entrance. Fariz had done his homework, hiring private investigators to learn the habits of certain powerful West African couples. The investigations bore fruit, as Fariz and Rashida found themselves in the company of like-minded couples. Bisexual men of West African descent whose wives accepted them and embraced their other side. Happy wife always means happy life, as the saying goes…
“Salaam, how are you?” Habiba Keita asked as she approached Fariz Camara and Rashida, and exchanged nods with Ibrahim and Majida. Former Malian Armed Forces Colonel Boubacar Traore shook hands with Fariz and Ibrahim, and nodded respectfully at Rashida and Majida. The three couples went into the stately mansion, where fine food and drink awaited. Fariz and Rashida had spared no expense to entertain their guests and make them feel good. It must be said that West African hospitality is most definitely second to none…
“Thanks for inviting us, my friends,” Boubacar said, smiling at Fariz and Rashida. The three couples sat at the table, eating fine Senegalese cuisine. As all of the attendees are Muslim, the food was halal. Plates of white rice, bean sauce, goat meat, chicken, turkey, salads, mashed potatoes, apples and oranges were there to be feasted on, along with fine African vintages. Bottles of Jabulani wine stood proudly, awaiting consumption. Nothing ankara sınırsız escortlar wrong with drinking in moderation. Fariz and Rashida had spared no expense…
“I am thrilled to be here, surrounded by my own kind, bisexual men of African descent whose wives know and accept them,” Fariz said, and he raised his cup. Rashida winked at her husband Fariz and raised her cup as well. Ibrahim smiled and raised his cup, as did his wife Majida. Boubacar and Habiba looked at their new friends and smiled shyly before raising their glasses. The three couples toasted to the special occasion, and then bantered.
“When Boubacar told me he was bisexual, I was shocked and angry, but I still loved him and he did promise to stay faithful to me, so we stuck it out together,” Habiba said gently. Boubacar looked a bit uncomfortable as his wife Habiba shared this tidbit about their relationship, but Fariz looked at him and nodded understandingly. In West African societies, where the rules of masculinity are strict, it’s not easy for a man to admit that he’s bisexual, especially if he’s a masculine man and has some standing in the community.
“I loved my Habiba too much to sneak around behind her back,” Boubacar said, and he gently laid his hand on his wife’s. Habiba looked at Boubacar and smiled at him. It was astonishing how much she loved this man. Among most Muslims, being bisexual, lesbian, gay or transgender are considered haram or unacceptable. It took Habiba a while to learn to accept her husband Boubacar’s bisexuality. Boubacar was patient with Habiba and remained faithful to her, so after some major upheavals, their relationship actually got stronger…
“I knew my Fariz was at least bicurious when I met him, he’d only been with girls but he checked out every big ass that walked by, female or male,” Rashida said, laughing. Fariz looked at his wife and smiled. There were smiles all around the table. Majida and Ibrahim looked at Fariz and Rashida, and exchanged looks with Boubacar and Habiba. For these couples, who lived secret lives, it felt weird but oddly relieving to be among like-minded people. They were among kindred and no longer had to hide. It was a strange feeling…
“I used to sleep with both girls and guys but stopped when I met my Majida,” Ibrahim said gently. The real estate mogul looked at his wife Majida, who nodded. He continued to speak, sharing with his new friends the horrors and the pleasures of being a bisexual black man in West African society. Africans are very sensual and flexible but at the same time, anti-queer sentiment is strong in African societies. Bisexual African men have to walk a fine line, lest they get themselves ostracized or even killed for being who and what they are…
“I support my husband, but made him promise not to sleep with males outside our marriage because I didn’t want to catch a disease or end up in prison,” Majida said firmly. Nods of agreement went up among the women gathered at the table. For these African women, whose husbands swung both ways, fearing for their health and safety went hand in hand. The fact that life is harsh for bisexual men in Africa is nothing new. How an African woman might be affected by having a bisexual husband for a mate is the unexplored side of the coin.
“I would never endanger you, Majida, I love you,” Ibrahim said, and he gently kissed her on the forehead. Fariz smiled at the couple and squeezed his wife Rashida’s hand. Boubacar and Habiba nodded in tacit approval as Ibrahim and Majida embraced. A feeling of contentment and belonging settled around the table. For these bisexual African men and their lovely wives, they had found their tribe at last. Hated by the heterosexual world and the world of gays and lesbians, bisexual men and the women who love them must form their own tribe. That’s the way it’s got to be…
“My friends, I’m glad you’re all here, let’s have some fun,” Rashida said with a laugh, and she exchanged a seductive wink with her husband Fariz. The Camaras led their guests from the dining room to the large and comfortable living room. Rashida got things going by undressing, revealing her tall and sexy, curvaceous body. The Senegalese Amazon rubbed her breasts with one hand and bent low, aiming her big round ass at her husband Fariz, who sat on a nearby couch.
“My goddess Rashida,” Fariz said, and he literally kissed his wife’s ass while the others looked on. Fariz undressed, revealing his buff, manly body. The Senegalese businessman pulled his wife into his arms and kissed her passionately. Rashida giggled as her hubby Fariz propped her up on the couch, and got on his knees. Like a queen on her throne, Rashida leaned back on the couch and spread her thick dark thighs wide open. Fariz kissed Rashida and caressed her tits then brought his face to her crotch. Just like that, Fariz buried his face between Rashida’s thighs and began eating her pussy. Senegalese women are delicious, and Fariz simply had to taste Rashida, his favorite…
“This is hot, I must admit,” Majida said, and she looked at Ibrahim, who grinned and nodded. The Togolese ankara suriyeli escortlar diva kissed her husband Ibrahim passionately, and they slipped out of their clothes before getting their freak on. Ibrahim lay flat on the carpet as Majida climbed on top of him. Majida smiled at her husband Ibrahim as she sat on his face. Ibrahim grabbed Majida’s thick ass cheeks with both hands and slid his tongue into her pussy. Time to have some fun…
“Hmm, let’s not be odd ducks and participate,” Habiba said to her husband Boubacar, and she smiled and patted his groin. The former military man smiled at his wife appeared to be in the mood. Habiba got right down to business. The Malian gal sat her husband down on a nearby couch and unzipped his pants. Boubacar sighed happily as Habiba grabbed his dick and then took him into her mouth. Habiba flashed Boubacar a sexy wink and slid a finger into his ass while fellating him.
“I want your butt,” Rashida said to Fariz, flashing him a wicked grin. Fariz looked at Rashida and smiled nervously. When Rashida goes into dominatrix mode, she’s both hot and scary. Rashida snapped her fingers impatiently and then watched as her compliant husband got on all fours. Rashida pulled a strap-on dildo and a bottle of cream from a bag and admired her husband Fariz’s cute butt. Rashida got behind Fariz and spread his cheeks wide open. That’s right, the bossy Senegalese Muslim lady is going to clap her husband’s cheeks…with her strap-on.
“Oh fuck,” Fariz groaned as Rashida gripped his hips and pushed the dildo up his ass. Rashida laughed and smacked Fariz’s bum as she thrust the dildo into his butt hole. The Senegalese gal learned the fine art of pegging in the swinging scene of Atlanta, Georgia. Meeting black men and black women who explored their sexuality freely in group settings forever changed things for both Rashida and Fariz. The former found her inner dominant while the latter embraced his bi side. Let the good times roll…
“This is so damn hot, can we join you?” Habiba said, smiling at Fariz and Rashida. Habiba had just finished sucking her husband Boubacar’s big dick, and they both looked seriously horny. The host and his wife exchanged a look and a smile. Habiba and Boubacar joined Fariz and Rashida, and thus the bi party really got going. Rashida continued to fuck Fariz’s ass with the strap-on dildo, and he stopped groaning and screaming because Boubacar shoved his dick into his mouth. Fariz hadn’t been with a fella in a long time so he happily sucked Boubacar’s cock while getting pegged by his wife Rashida. No shame in the bisexual Senegalese brother’s game…
Meanwhile, Ibrahim and Majida were doing their thing. Face down and big ass up, Majida moaned deeply as her hubby Ibrahim gripped her hips and thrust his big cock into her. Majida squealed in sheer delight, grinding her big ass against Ibrahim’s groin, who fucked her with gusto. The Togolese dame had one hell of an ass and her husband Ibrahim couldn’t get enough of it. While fucking Majida, whose hot pussy gripped his dick tightly, Ibrahim noticed the four-way action going on between Fariz, Rashida, Habiba and Boubacar. Hot damn, those people really knew how to party…
“I want to watch you fuck,” Rashida said, and she winked suggestively at Boubacar and her husband Fariz. Boubacar looked at his wife Habiba, who nodded gently and handed him condoms and lubricant. After riding the Hell out of his wife Rashida’s strap-on dildo, Fariz was ready for the real thing. The burly Senegalese stud lubricated his ass while a certain Malian stud put on a condom. Without further ado, and with their wives watching, Boubacar and Fariz got down to business. Bisexual African masculinity is hot, especially when explored without any hang-ups…
“Man, it’s been a long time,” Boubacar said, as he stroked his big cock before sliding it into Fariz’s ass. Fariz groaned as Boubacar’s cock popped into his butt hole. Rashida watched the man to man action, feeling quite aroused. While Boubacar fucked Fariz, Rashida watched intently and began masturbating. Rashida fingered her pussy, which was already quite wet. The Senegalese gal was so into the show that she didn’t notice the way Habiba looked at her. Habiba licked her lips, turned on by Rashida’s raw beauty and sexiness.
“Hmm, Rashida, you’re so beautiful,” Habiba said, and she drew closer to the tall Senegalese woman, who smiled nervously. Habiba closed the gap between them and kissed Rashida. At first, Rashida was hesitant, then she got into it and kissed Habiba back passionately. Habiba drew Rashida away, and the two women began doing their own thing. Rashida found herself on the floor, face down and ass up, as Habiba ate her pussy from behind while caressing her thick ass cheeks. The Malian dame was hungry for some Senegalese pussy and she wouldn’t be denied…
“A bisexual guy with a bisexual wife, what are the odds?” Majida said to her husband Ibrahim, who grinned and nodded. The two of them continued to fuck, banging like there was no tomorrow. After a while, they switched positions. Majida lay on sincan türbanlı escortlar her back, and rested her legs on Ibrahim’s broad shoulders. Ibrahim smiled down at Majida, who rubbed her tits together and welcomed him back into her pussy. Just like that, the two of them resumed their fun. All around the Camara living room, everyone was getting their freak on…
“Scream for me, woman,” Habiba said to Rashida, and the Malian gal put the tall Senegalese woman on all fours and spanked her big dark ass. Rashida squealed in delight as Habiba spanked her. After spanking Rashida for a while, Habiba grabbed a condom, and rolled it on the strap-on dildo’s phallic end. Habiba gripped Rashida’s hips and leaned into her. Just like that, the grand dame of the Malian modeling scene began fucking the tall Senegalese amazon with her own strap-on dildo, right in the middle of her living room. How cool was that?
“Oh fuck that feels good,” Fariz groaned, and the tall, burly Senegalese stud straddled his houseguest Boubacar. Grinning, Boubacar smacked Fariz’s ass as the big Senegalese man rode his dick. Hmm, it appears that some Senegalese men like Malian dick, and some Senegalese women like Malian pussy. Boubacar winked at his wife Habiba, who was busy ramming Rashida’s pussy with her own strap-on dildo. Boubacar rammed Fariz’s ass with his dick, totally owning him and making him scream even louder. Whether Boubacar is fucking a woman or a man, he fucks them roughly. It’s just the way the bisexual Malian ex-soldier gets down…
The three couples took a breather, and then talked a bit about their almost nonstop fun. Everyone was horny as fuck and quite experimental, so they got back to the drawing board and explored some more. Boubacar was a bit surprised when his wife Habiba grabbed Fariz and kissed him, and then made him lie down before sitting on his face. Habiba is a wild woman and she tends to dominate both women and men in the bedroom as well as random social situations. Boubacar knew better than to get in Habiba’s way…
“Eat my pussy, Fariz,” Habiba demanded as she sat on his face, and Fariz complied with Habiba’s demand after getting a nod from his wife Rashida. Fariz grasped Habiba’s big ass with both hands and lathered her pussy with his tongue. After getting her pussy eaten, Habiba was still horny as can be, and proceeded to roll a condom on Fariz’s dick. Smiling, Fariz nodded as Habiba straddled him. Habiba impaled her pussy on Fariz’s dick and began riding him while his wife Rashida watched. That’s right, Habiba fucked Rashida with her own strap-on dildo and now she’s fucking her husband Fariz. How cool was that?
“Hey handsome, want to play?” Rashida asked Boubacar, and he grinned and nodded. Before Boubacar and Rashida could do anything, they were approached by Ibrahim and Majida. The Togolese couple wanted to play, and Boubacar was down for whatever. Boubacar glanced at his wife Habiba, who was now on all fours and getting seriously dicked down by a resurgent Fariz. Yeah, Boubacar would do what he wanted for the time being. The wife is doing her thing, so the husband might as well do his thing…with her consent of course.
“Let’s do this,” Ibrahim said, and as Rashida and Majida looked on, the two men passionately kissed. Majida got between the two men and kissed them both while stroking their cocks. Rashida watched as Majida got on her knees and began sucking on Boubacar’s dick. Ibrahim didn’t seem to mind since his wife Majida kept stroking his cock while fellating the other fellow. After getting the fellas dicks hard as a pair of rocks, Majida let them know what she expected of them.
“Gentlemen, let’s fuck, in every which way,” Majida said, smiling confidently, and Ibrahim and Boubacar exchanged a smile and a nod. Ibrahim put a condom on his dick and caressed Boubacar’s ass. Boubacar bent and Ibrahim slipped his cock into him after lubricating him good and proper. Majida kissed Boubacar as her hubby Ibrahim began to fuck him, then turned around and rubbed her big ass against his crotch. Boubacar got the hint and put a condom on before sliding his cock into Majida’s pussy. Let the good times continue…
“You’re a wild one, I like that,” Rashida said to Majida, openly masturbating while watching the three-way fun between Majida, Boubacar and Ibrahim. Majida moaned and leaned against Boubacar, grinding her big ass against Boubacar’s groin as he fucked her. Meanwhile, Ibrahim gripped Boubacar’s hips and pushed his cock deeper into his ass. Rashida looked at the sexually adventurous trio and then, filled with inspiration, she grabbed her strap-on dildo and put a condom on it. Rashida is the lady of the house, dammit, and she doesn’t like feeling left out…
“Go for it,” Ibrahim said to Rashida as he watched her don the strap-on dildo. Smiling, Rashida came up behind Ibrahim and lubricated his ass before pushing the dildo into him. Ibrahim winced as Rashida’s dildo popped into his butt hole. With Rashida’s dildo in his ass and Boubacar’s ass gripping his cock, Ibrahim was practically on cloud nine, so he moaned loudly in sheer, wanton pleasure. Boubacar did some moaning of his own, almost overwhelmed by the feel of Majida’s pussy on his dick, and Ibrahim’s dick up his ass. The four-way fun went on, with everyone screaming passionately and then, many orgasms later, they collapsed in a heap on the fancy carpet. Good times, for real…
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