I waited by my wife Susan in the long security line, fidgeting with my phone. Being around cops always made me nervous, and airport security was even worse. She elbowed me. “Calm down! You’re only going to make them more suspicious if you’re nervous!” she whispered sternly.
That just made me more anxious, I thought with a gulp. Still, I put my phone back in my pocket, and tried to act calm.
But it didn’t seem to work. One of the nearby cops was eyeing us suspiciously, and after a few minutes started walking towards us. Oddly, though, he seemed to be looking at Susan, not me.
Well, maybe it wasn’t that odd, given what she was wearing. She had on this short strapless gray dress that hugged her curvy body like a glove. Of course, she wasn’t wearing a bra, and her dress was so thin that I could see the outline of her nipples even when they weren’t hard. The dress didn’t quite cover her ass, and if she had been wearing underwear everyone would have seen it. In short, she looked like a slutty sorority girl.
But still I was certain that the guard was coming for me, and felt quite surprised when he touched Isobel’s shoulder. “Ma'am? I need you to come with me.”
“What’s wrong, officer?” she asked, batting her eyelashes at him teasingly.
“I just need to ask you a few questions. Come this way, please.”
“Oh, but sir! I’m traveling with my husband!”
He looked between us with a look of mild disbelief. “This man is your husband?”
I knew Susan was a little out of my league, but the security guard’s skepticism still stung. Susan nodded, grabbing my arm possessively. “Fine,” said the guard, “then both of you need come with me.”
My heart started to beat faster as my palms began to sweat. God, this was like my worst nightmare. What was he going to ask us? What would I say? What if I said the wrong thing? Would he arrest us? I was getting even more nervous just thinking about it.
“Calm down, honey. Let me handle this,” whispered my wife.
I took a deep breath, and told myself to trust her. I didn’t know exactly what she meant by “handle it,” but hopefully she had a plan.
He led us to a small room with two chairs and a metal table. “Sit down, both of you,” he ordered.
“Now, I have to inform you that you’ve been chosen for a random search. Ma'am, what is your name?”
“It’s Susan,” she said in a bored voice.
He proceeded to slowly quiz her about where we came from, where we were heading, and a million other questions that she quickly answered one after another.
“Now, we’re almost finished,” he said. “We just need to do a quick search and you’ll be out of here.”
“A search?” exclaimed Susan, sounding worried at the prospect of the male cop searching her.
The guard chuckled. “Don’t worry, I’ll go get one of our female officers. I’ll be right back.”
He left the room, closing and locking the metal door behind him. Susan paced nervously in anticipation of what was to come. “Is something wrong?” I asked.
“No, no. I’m just antsy to get on our flight. We were already running late as it is!”
She continued to pace until the guard returned alone a couple of minutes later. “Well, there’s bad news,” he said, his arms crossed in front of his chest. “All our female guards are out sick today. Some flu going around or something. You’ll just have to wait here until the next shift.”
“The next shift?! When is that?” Susan asked, sounding exasperated.
“Well, it’s not for six more hours.”
“I’m sorry, ma'am, but there’s nothing I can do.”
“Please, officer? What if… What if you just search me instead?”
“Susan! What are you saying?” I asked angrily.
“What? We need to do something! We can’t just wait six hours, we’ll miss our flight!”
“Well… Are you sure, honey?”
She nodded bravely. “I don’t want to ruin our trip before it even starts!” she said. Turning to the officer, she continued. “Okay, you can search me. But do it fast! We’ve got to get to our gate!”
“All right, put your hands on the table and spread your legs.”
My wife’s face paled slightly, but she did it. She was bent over, her ass thrust out, her legs wide apart, her dress-covered tits on the cold metal table. The guard swiftly approached. He first ran his hands up her arms and down her sides, lightly touching the sides of her breasts as he did. I was glaring at him, but he paid me no attention. He bent down, patting his way from her ankles up to her thighs. He ran his hands over her ass, squeezing it lightly with both hands before moving on to her inner thighs. My eyes were practically bugging out of my head while I watched him flagrantly grope my wife right in front of me. He slowly patted his way up the inside of her thighs, his hands rising higher and higher. I watched as he crossed the threshold of her dress, lightly caressing her thighs only inches from her bare pussy.
To my surprise, his hand kept moving up. I saw my wife shiver as his hand ran across her bare pussy underneath her dress. He seemed to be taking his time, slowly running her fingers up and down her moist slit. Susan moaned softly, slightly gyrating her hips against his fingers. “Susan! What are you doing?” I asked.
“I’m sorry, George! It just feels really good!”
Finally, the cop stood up. “Well, I thought I felt something around your chest. I’ll have to ask you to take off your dress.”
“What?” I asked incredulously. “She’s not even wearing a bra! Are you just making this up?”
“Of course not, sir! I have a job to do! And with tits as big as your these, your wife could easily be hiding something between them. It is my sworn duty to inspect her completely.”
I watched flabbergasted as my wife shrugged and started to pull her dress over her head. The security guard watched intently as her round ass was revealed, bouncing slightly as it slid free from her stretchy dress. She was facing away from him, so he couldn’t fully see her tits, but as Susan set her dress on the table she turned around, facing the guard. He grinned and looked her up and down, taking in his up-close and personal view of her big breasts and shaven pussy.
“There, see? I’m not hiding anything between my tits!” said my wife, her hands on her hips as the guard stared openly at her naked body.
“Our regulations state that I have to do a manual inspection, I’m afraid,“ said the guard, stepping towards her.
"What?” I asked. “You can’t do that!”
“I have to, sir. It’s the law. Of course, if you want to wait for a female officer…”
“No, no! Do it now!” said my wife firmly.
I felt stricken, but couldn’t think of anything to say. My wife’s face looked pale, but she stood there bravely as the guard raised his hands and set them on her tits. He started squeezing and kneading them, groping them roughly in his hands. I watched in horror as he pinched her nipples, making my wife squeal slightly. He just kept twisting and pulling at them, and my wife was squirming slightly in obvious pleasure. After a few minutes of fondling her, he finally stepped back slightly. "All right, your titties are clean.”
I glared at him but couldn’t bring myself to say challenge him. But my stomach twisted as he continued, “Now I have to search your pussy.”
“What?” she said, sounding embarrassed.
“If I feel anything suspicious, I have to do a full cavity search. That’s my job.”
“Well, ok…” said my wife, turning around and bending over the table once more.
“Honey, please! You can’t let him do this!”
She just shrugged at me. “Honey, it’s his job. He’s not enjoying this, right? Besides, we need to get this over with and get to our flight!”
I expected the guard to put on a rubber glove or something, but he just stepped up behind her and plunged one finger right into her pussy. Apparently she was soaking wet, because he slid right into her without any trouble. My wife moaned, pushing back against his finger, forcing it deeper into her. He was wiggling it around inside of her, gently pushing against the walls of her pussy as he slid in and out of her, his finger glistening wetly.
I watched in silence, astonished as he finger-fucked my wife right in front of me. The guard added another finger, stretching her pussy slightly as he went in and out of her. Susan was moaning loudly now, rocking back and forth against his fingers, fucking herself on them. The guard sped up and added a third thick finger, fucking her hard as she writhed on the table. My wife’s body started to quiver, and it slowly grew in intensity until she was shaking uncontrollably, moaning loudly as she started to cum on the guard’s fingers.
She was laying completely limp on the table, her legs shaking under her as the cop continued plowing her pussy with his fingers. The room was echoing with her moans. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. My heart was racing, and I felt like I might pass out.
As her orgasm ended, the cop slowly withdrew his fingers from her pussy. I could see it squeezing emptily, as though hungry for more. My wife sagged against the table, a blissful smile on her face, wiggling her hips in delight. Suddenly, the guard started unbuckling his belt. “What are you doing now?!” I asked incredulously.
"Taking off my pants, of course,” the guard answered.
“We caught a woman trying to smuggle drugs in her pussy a couple of weeks ago. She almost got away with it, too. The drugs were so deep in her that the officer couldn’t feel them with his fingers. So Congress passed a new law last week, the Controlling Uncontrolled Cocaine and Ketamine Act, or CUCK Act for short. TSA officers are now allowed to use their penis to examine a woman’s vagina if they have suspicion that she might be hiding something in there.”
“So you’re allowed to fuck my wife?! You’ve got to be making this up!”
He shook his head. “I’m afraid not, sir. And I’m not just allowed, as a TSA officer I am legally bound to fuck your wife.”
I spluttered, trying to put my objections together. But before I could form words, he finished unbuckling his belt and slid his pants and boxers to the floor. His cock bounced free, and I was momentarily flabbergasted by its size. It was big and thick, and put my own dick to shame in comparison. My wife was looking back at it, her eyes wide. “Please, honey! You can’t let him do this!” I said to her pleadingly.
She just shrugged at me. “I’m sorry, honey! But it’s the law! I have to let him do it!”
She wiggled her hips invitingly as the officer approached, holding his meaty cock in his hand, pointed directly at her wet pussy. He stepped up behind her and put the head of his cock against her wet entrance, but paused there for a moment. To my surprise, my wife moaned softly and pushed back against him, pushing the thick head of his cock into her pussy. She moaned loudly as it stretched her out. “You’re so much bigger than my husband!” she said breathily.
He slapped her ass with one hand, making it jiggle wildly. He pushed his hips forwards, driving his cock deeper into her, making my wife groan loudly and grip the edges of the table tightly. She had a huge smile on her face as he bottomed out inside of her, deeper in her than I had ever been. He paused for a moment completely inside her, her round ass pressed against his hips, his hands on her narrow waist.
Slowly, he pulled out of her. I could see her pussy juices glistening on his thick cock as he pushed back into her. My wife moaned loudly and pushed back against him as he started to slowly but forcefully fuck her. With every stroke he went slightly faster, until he was plowing into her hard and fast. My wife’s moans grew in intensity, and I realized that she was about to cum again. I watched as pleasure washed across her body, making her every muscle quiver and her face light up in a rictus of pleasure.
I watched in silence as my wife came, another man’s giant cock buried inside of her. With horror I realized that I was rock hard inside of my pants, and shamefully readjusted myself so that it wasn’t as obvious. God, what the fuck was wrong with me? Don’t get me wrong, I was furious that this was happening — but somehow, it was like watching an incredibly hot porno starring my wife. Between my big-titted blonde wife and the huge-cocked security guard, it certainly seemed like a porn movie. Except that I was in it, and it was really happening. But that just made it even more of a turn-on.
As my wife’s orgasm ended, she reached one hand down between her legs, and started rubbing her clit furiously. Within minutes she was cumming again as the guard continued to fuck her brains out on the metal table. Her spasming pussy seemed to push him over the edge, as he gave one last powerful thrust and paused, his cock buried inside of her. He grunted and smacked her ass as he shot his sperm into her womb. My wife moaned loudly, clearly in ecstasy from the huge cock filling her.
Finally they both fell still, their simultaneous climaxes done. My wife leaned forwards, letting the cop’s cock slip from her ass. Cum started to stream out of her, running in a torrent down her thighs. I couldn’t believe how much of the sticky white goop there was inside of her, yet more just kept coming out.
She lay panting on the table as the cop put his pants back on and buckled his belt. “Well, you’re clean. You two can go on through security.”
I frowned at him. “What’s the point of a cavity search if you don’t search all her cavities?” I asked.
My mouth hung open as I realized what I just asked. Why would I ask him that? Why would I even think it?
Before I could correct myself, he smirked at me. “You’re right, I should be a little more thorough. I’ll have to search your other holes as well, Susan. Get on your knees.”
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