CROSSING THE BORDER
This story relates a tale where the wife has fantasies fulfilled of being stripped in public followed by nonconsensual sex. If you're not into that, please don't read any further.
Until recently, my wife and I would frequently go to Mexico. We live in Texas and would cross into Matamoros. We'd usually go just for the day. We'd do some shopping and bring a few things back. Marnie liked to look at the marketplaces and find unusual things. We had brought back some marijuana a couple of times. We are typical middle-class Americans so we seldom generated much attention when we crossed. We do have a tendency to be daring, so getting away with something at the risk of getting caught was part of the thrill. Well, Marnie wanted some grass for the coming holidays, so we found a place and bought a small baggie full of loose stuff.
Marnie has shoulder length, dish-water blonde hair. She's thin with nice, B-cup tits and a thin athletic body. She was wearing a short-sleeved, button blouse and a pair of slacks.
We were going through the border station when one of the Mexican authorities asked if we had bought anything illegal. We said no and went to the line to exit Mexico and proceed to the American agent who would ask if we had anything to declare and then let us go through. The line was unusually slow and we soon saw why. They were searching everyone's belongings for illegal items. Marnie and I were suddenly in danger of being caught.
"What should I do with this baggie?" I asked. I could've just thrown it in the 'amnesty basket' they had for things people wanted to get rid of before being inspected. We'd used it once, but had lost the stuff we had bought and realized we could've gotten it through anyway.
Marnie quickly said, "Give it to me."
I did and she went back onto the Mexican side and found a bathroom. When she came out, she said, "I hid it. We should be okay." We weren't.
We got back in line and were moving slowly when a Mexican policeman came into the building with a dog. It was obviously a drug dog. We were in line and couldn't walk away without generating suspicion. The dog slowly walked by the people in line, one-by-one. The dog alerted on a rough-looking Mexican guy who was in line behind us. They pulled him out of the line and took him into an office beside the check point officer. The dog went with them and we hoped it was gone. Then they came back and resumed going down the line; this time they started from the front.
I asked Marnie, "Where did you put it?"
She whispered back, "In my pussy." I looked at her with surprise. Maybe they wouldn't search that closely. It was risky though. Hopefully the dogs wouldn't smell it.
No such luck. The dog came by and alerted on us. The dog's nose went right for my wife's crotch before the handler pulled it away. They told Marnie to go into the same room as the previously caught guy. I went with her, but was stopped and told to either get back in line or go back onto the Mexican side and wait. I found a spot where I could see through a window into the room where they'd taken Marnie.
They started by searching Marnie's belongings. She dumped her purse on the table and emptied the bags of things we had bought. They found nothing. After some talking back and forth between the Mexican agents, they told Marnie, "There are no women agents here to search you. The woman who is supposed to be here called in sick. You can be searched by one of the men or wait three or four hours until a woman agent comes on duty." She refused to wait, hoping they'd just let her go.
Marnie tried to talk her way out of trouble by saying the dog must've alerted on one of her packages. She tried being insistent, which just irritated the Mexican agents. They brought the dog back in and it alerted on Marnie, not her packages on the table. At this point, she should've just given them the marijuana. The penalties weren't that severe for a small quantity. We'd probably just be banned from crossing the border for a while. But Marnie can be defiant and was in the mood to take the risk and try to talk her way out of trouble. She gets stubborn that way sometimes.
An agent who looked to be in charge told her, "Strip." Marnie refused. She was trying to avoid an invasive search, but the more she resisted, the more the agents insisted. Again, she could've just admitted what she had. The possibility of getting away with what she had was very slim to non-existent. When she refused to take her blouse off, one of the agents held her arms from behind while another agent pulled the blouse apart, with buttons popping off. They pulled it down her shoulders. They slowly put her blouse in front of the dog. It didn't alert and they threw her blouse onto the floor. I could see that Marnie was challenging them to see how far they would go. She didn't think they would actually strip search her. I wanted to tell her stop resisting, but she couldn't see me.
Then the agent behind her unhooked her bra and the other guy pulled it off, baring her chest which she covered with her hands. The same thing happened with the dog. It sniffed the bra and didn't alert. In addition, the guy in the front "searched" her, lifting her tits and making her raise her arms to look under them.
Marnie has some odd fantasies and I was beginning to wonder if she was pushing to have one become reality, getting stripped in public by the police or other authorities. It was happening. She was topless in view of a crowd. I was getting a bit excited too, seeing my wife get stripped by the agents. While I was angry with the way they were treating her and frustrated by her stubbornness, seeing her stripped to the waist was erotic and my dick was twitching.
Marnie was topless in a station full of six or seven agents and the guy who'd been pulled out of line before her. He was being strip-searched too. He was a dangerous-looking character, a Mexican with a stubble-beard and many tattoos on his back and arms. When he took off his pants, everyone could see tattoos on his ass and even his penis. His dark, uncut dick dangled between his legs.
They continued with Marnie, not even asking as they pulled her pants down and had her remove her shoes and socks. She was now down to her panties and she was shivering from the cold either with fear or in response to the danger. She had goose-bumps on her chest and her nipples had hardened to little points. They found nothing in her pants or shoes and one guy ran his hands up and down her legs. He put his hand on her panties and felt around her pussy. The dog ignored the pants and shoes and continued to focus on my defiant wife, sniffing at her crotch.
Marnie refused to take off her panties, demanding privacy. They ignored her. When she held onto her panties with both hands, one of the agents pulled out a knife and cut the panties on both sides and pulled them away. He threw them into a garbage can. Now Marnie was completely naked and was the center of attention for everyone in the room along with those, like me, who could see through the window into the room. People, mostly men, were jostling to get to the windows where they could see in. Some were taking phone photos of the naked American woman who was clearly a natural blonde. She was breathing heavily, which emphasized her breasts. She was covered in a sheen of perspiration. The muscles in her legs flexed. Her pussy hair was fluffed and prominently displayed. Her nipples were hard as little pebbles. I knew the signs of her being sexually excited. My dick was hard. I tried to get to the door to the room, but was stopped by the crowd and another agent.
They made Marnie stand and spread her arms while one of the agents ran his hand all over her naked body. I knew she was getting more aroused at being publicly displayed. The agent ran his hands over her sides, down the outside of her legs and back up the inside of her thighs. He reached around and felt her breasts. Then, he pushed her so she was bending over. Her ass and crotch were open in the direction of one of the windows. Her vagina and her anus were there for everyone to see. I could see that her pussy had gotten damp. The senior agent put his hand on my wife's crotch and then began to probe inside her. He put a finger in and then put a few more in to reach the baggie of grass. He pulled it out and made a big deal of catching her with drugs, holding the baggie in the air. To be sure he hadn't missed anything, he pushed most of his hand inside her and seemed to feel around for twenty seconds or so. He wasn't done. He put a finger in Marnie's ass and felt around. His fingers could only reach so far. He needed to feel deeper inside her. Looking around, he got a Maglite flashlight and put it at the entrance to her ass. The problem was seeing where the light was shining without actually sticking it inside her. The agent got another agent to stand by Marnie and spread her ass cheeks while he looked inside her. He couldn't see anything. Just to be sure, he had the guy spread her pussy lips so he could look inside her vagina. All of this was in view of the crowd. Marnie was being thoroughly embarrassed in view of the many people in the station. I knew she was excited by her breathing and the flush color of her skin. But, it was too late for her to back out now.
They had found marijuana on her and harder drugs on the nasty looking guy. He was also naked. They took a photo of her and then pushed both of them out the door, past the crowd and into the back of a police van. They were going to put her in the van along with this thug and take them away. I panicked and ran into the other side of the building and called for the American agents to help. It took a few minutes to get their attention and explain the situation. Two of the agents just said "Too bad. She won't like the Mexican jails." But one agent came over and talked to me and then talked to the Mexican senior agent.
Meanwhile, as this was going on, Marnie was in the van with this dangerous-looking character. The guy was staring at Marnie while he was rubbing his hard cock. They were both naked and the guy was leering at her crotch like an animal viewing his prey. He was just waiting for the door to close. Marnie hadn't planned on things going this far, but I remembered that she'd had a bit of a forced sex fantasy that we would role-play. I wondered if it was entering her thoughts as she was faced with the real thing. She saw the guy's dangling prick with the tattoos and stared at it.
