Yes, that's my wife, always the slut! For years Sheila has been jumping on just about anything in pants. I've never complained. Far from it, I adore the thought of her with other men and, although I've certainly never seen her with another woman, I've had my suspicions that she enjoys driving in both lanes! These suspicions were confirmed on our arrival back from a holiday in Mexico. Sheila is a great woman and very attractive. She has Italian blood - on her mothers side - which provides her with her long dark hair and deep green eyes. She also has the Italian temperament and just loves to get involved in an argument. This has got us into trouble on more than one occasion! Her main problem is with authority figures. Police, doctors, lawyers, she dislikes them all and enjoys nothing better than winding them up like a clock spring. And now, after our holiday, we can also add customs officials to her growing list.
It had been a great two week break in Mexico. We had done the whole tourist bit; sightseeing and such and Sheila had spent many hours on the white, sandy beaches topping up her tan. We were sad to leave when the holiday was over, but reality beckoned: I had to return to work.
The problems started as soon as we had collected our luggage from the carousel. Sheila had enjoyed a few drinks on the plane and was very vocal. She cussed the baggage handlers for not getting or luggage off quickly enough, she blamed the pilot for the turbulence and passport control for, well, everything really! When we finally began to wheel our bags through custom clearance, I could see that they were all looking at us. They had obviously been informed about Sheila's bitchiness and were going to get some pay-back by stopping us and delaying our onward journey as much as possible.
Sure enough, as soon as we entered the customs hall, we were signalled to one side and asked to open our cases - all of them!
"Oh for Christ's sake! All of them?" Sheila almost exploded. "What the hell are you looking for?"
The young customs officer looked at her cooly. "I'm sorry, Ma'am. I want to check your bags. We have to act on all information." He threw a sarcastic smile at both of us.
I sighed and began hauling the bags up onto the counter while Sheila stood, hands on hips and pouted.
"My god! It's like you're treating us as criminals! We've not done anything wrong! You people are completely useless!"
The customs man continued to ignore my wife's insults as he opened the bag and began rummaging through our clothes.
"I suppose you want to examine all my panties and bras as well - you little pervert!" she continued. "Well, I hope you enjoy yourself because I'm going to make a serious complaint about you!"
Suddenly I felt my heart miss a beat.
"What's this then?" the customs officer said calmly as he lifted a small plastic bag from the depths of one of Sheila's cases. I looked at the white powder inside. It was obviously drugs.
"What the fuck!" shouted Sheila. "I've never seen that before in my life! You planted it!"
The officer was already speaking into a telephone and almost immediately two security guards appeared.
"Take her to the visitors room please," the officer told them. "She'll have to be searched and then charged."
He turned to me and said "We will have to conduct a full search on your wife, sir. That will obviously include an internal cavity search as well. You can wait for her in the visitors annex."
"No way!" screamed Sheila as the guards held her arms tightly. "I want you with me Bill! Someone's got to look after me, because these bastards sure won't!"
"As you wish. You can accompany your wife now. Graham?" he turned to one of the security guards, "I'll call Miss. Clark, I think she is the female officer on duty today. I'll get her along to the visitors room immediately."
With little ceremony Sheila and I were herded into a small, comfortably furnished room and left to wait for Miss. Clark. I looked at my wife. I knew that this had to be a mistake. She may be a bitch, but I know she doesn't do drugs. Sheila still looked furious.
"Try and go a little easier, honey." I said soothingly, "It's obviously all a mistake. Let them do their search - we'll explain that the plastic bag they found is not ours and I'm sure they will let us go."
Sheila was sulking now. I knew not to expect a response from her in this mood so I looked around the small room. Sofa's were against each wall and a low, wooden coffee table in the middle. There didn't seem to be any facility to conduct a search.
The door opened suddenly and a tall, blonde woman walked in.
"Hello, I'm Lorna Clark. I'm the female officer on duty today." She took off her jacket and threw it onto the sofa before continuing. "I understand that we are to conduct an internal search?"
Sheila stared at her. If looks could kill, I thought!
"Right then." Miss. Clark said efficiently, "please take your clothes off. We don't have much space here I'm afraid, so the table will have to do. Come on, hurry up!"
Sheila mumbled something bitchy under her breath but obviously realised that there was no way out of this. She began to unbutton her blouse.
"Would it make you feel more comfortable if I were to disrobe as well?" Miss Clark remarked. "It's very warm in here and I don't mind if you don't!"
I stared at the officer with a sort of fascinated awe. Sheila smiled and nodded as she unhooked her bra and exposed her small, tanned breasts.
"Yeah! Come on, bitch! If your gonna see mine, I want to see yours!"
Unbelievably, the blonde, officer began to unbutton her blouse and pull it off. I couldn't keep my eyes off her. Her blonde hair contrasted perfectly with my wife's dark tresses, but as she removed her bra I could see that both women had similar sized breasts: small but nicely upturned and both with long pointed nipples. Lorna and Sheila both removed their skirts together and laughed as they realised they both wore pantyhose: while Sheila favoured white, silk, Lorna had worn sexy, black nylons. Unable to quite believe my good fortune, I settled back on one of the sofa's and prepared to watch.
"Right," said Lorna in the same professional tone, "up on the table, I think. I'll remove the rest of your clothes!"
All signs of animosity seemed to have disappeared from Sheila as she obeyed her instructions and sat up on the table stripped to the waist.
"Lie back now and relax," Lorna continued, "this shouldn't take too long - unless I find something, of course!"
I watched my wife lean back on the table as the other woman smiled down on her. I could feel my hard penis pressing urgently against my underwear. I guessed that this was the situation that most men dream about!
"Your breasts look natural," Lorna said as she looked down. "But I suppose I had better check them for any kind of temporary implant."
Sheila grinned up at the officer. "I suppose you had!" she replied, wickedly.
I heard my wife gasp as Lorna leaned down and placed her hands directly over Sheila's breasts. Her fingers probed and squeezed expertly for several seconds and Sheila couldn't help but release a low groan as the other woman's touch obviously excited her.
