After an hour in line, they called my number. The airport Lost & Found Department was quite busy. The clerk looked hurried as I approached the counter.
"Okay, I see. A lost wife," he said, scanning the card I'd filled out. "Yes, we've got a lost wife here." I let out a sigh of relief. They'd found her! "I'm going to need you to describe her first."
"White, late twenties, blonde hair," I said. "She's got ample breasts, great ass, amazing legs. Light freckles. And, oh!" I almost forgot. "She has a birthmark on the back of her left shoulder."
The bureaucrat scanned his computer monitor and nodded. "Right!" he said. "I'll go get her."
He came back a minute later with my wife in tow.
Cindy, my wife, looked nothing like the last time I saw her, on the airplane. Her hair was a wild mess. Her clothes were a mess too. Her blouse was torn, hanging down so it barely concealed her large breasts; I noticed her bra was missing. Both her blouse and her skirt showed what looked like cum stains, and there were what looked like love bites all over her neck and her shoulders. She smiled at me.
"Just sign here, please," said the clerk.
I signed the form, acknowledging receipt of my lost item.
When I hugged Cindy, I couldn't help noticing she reeked of sex. I felt angry and betrayed at her obvious infidelity. Confusingly, I also felt arousal. Obviously after I'd left her out of my sight, some bastard (or bastards?) had noticed her unattended and had merrily taken their liberties. My dick sprang to attention as I imagined him... them?... molesting her.
I needed to reclaim my wife. Badly.
I was too horny to wait for the long commute home. I led my wife to the PamAir Executive Lounge. Fortunately, as a frequent work flyer, I have access to a private suite in whatever airport I go to. There at Heathrow, the suites included their own beds and even their own minibars. I had everything I needed for a reunion with my Lost-and-Found Wife.
"So, you got lost!" I said, pushing Cindy down on the bed. "And it looks like I'm not the first one who 'Found' you!"
Cindy spread her legs willingly, revealing that someone had 'found' her panties, too. You know what they say: 'Finders Keepers, Losers Weepers.'
"You naughty little slut!" I said. "I guess whoever did this to you wasn't big on using condoms!"
Cindy's pussy was a total wreck. Her labia was an angry red, abused and swollen. Whoever did it to her must have had an elephant cock, because her pussy was stretched like I'd never seen it before. And there was cum absolutely EVERYWHERE. Dried up flaky cum on her thighs and in her pubic hair. And inside her pussy itself, there was copious cum leaking and oozing everywhere.
"Did you get fucked by a whole football team?!" I demanded.
Cindy shook her head no.
