Laid Over

My wife Caroline and I had just had amazing sex in a private, family bathroom at the Houston airport during our layover on the way home from a relaxing vacation. I had convinced her the impromptu session was a great idea, but I knew we'd made a mistake when a blue-shirted TSA Security Agent had discovered us. He was holding a set of keys in his hand and looked mildly amused to have walked in on two naked people.

I glanced back at my wife, who had slid off the counter and was now covering her breasts with one hand and her pussy with the other. I exhaled loudly, still reeling from my intense orgasm.

The agent clicked the radio on his shoulder, mumbled into it, then turned his attention back to Caroline and me. "Really?" he asked, shaking his head, "Fucking in the family bathroom at the airport?"

I stood up, my legs still a bit wobbly, hand covering my dick. Caroline was blushing again. I took a step forward, toward my clothes in the far corner of the room, and apologetically said, "Sorry, Officer. We'll just get dressed and be out of here in a second."

"Stop moving, sir." he responded in a firm voice. "I'm going to need you to sit down over there," he continued, pointing at the toilet. "Having sex in an airport is actually a serious Federal crime, and I have to write this up." Bewildered, I complied with his instructions.

"We didn't know!" my wife pleaded, taking a small step toward the agent.

"Ma'am," he barked at her. "Against the wall, please, with your hands behind your back. Officer safety." Caroline moved backward. Her beautiful face was beat red, as she slowly placed her hands behind her back, exposing her breasts and crotch to the man in the room with us.

"Come on, man..." I started, beginning to stand up, but he leapt forward, pushing me back to my seat on the toilet and handcuffing my left wrist to the metal safety rail that was bolted to the wall. An instant later he had turned my naked wife around and was cuffing her wrists behind her back. Then he stepped back, eyes on both of us, and muttered again into the radio on his shoulder.

"Sorry that was necessary. I just need you to follow my orders, and everything will go smoothly," the agent said, his voice less harsh now. He was staring at my wife's ass as she continued to face the wall. "Ma'am," he continued, "Please turn around so we can talk." She slowly did as she was told, and he nodded a thanks, as he eyed her breasts and the landing strip that pointed to where I had just cum.

"Look," he said, turning his gaze to me, "This happens a lot more often than you'd imagine. And it can turn out to be a real pain in the ass, believe me. It's awkward for you and your..."

"Wife," I said quietly. "Caroline."

"Caroline," he echoed. "I don't want you two to have to spend the night in jail, but..."

Tears sprung to my wife's eyes. "No!" she interrupted. "Our kids are..."

"Kids?!" he said, taking a step back and locking the door. "There's no way your body looks so good if you've got children."

It was now clear to me where this was heading, and I struggled in vain to pull the metal bar I was restrained to off the wall.

Seeing this, the agent placed his hand on the taser hanging from his belt. "Easy there, sir. I'm just an officer of the law looking at two people who I've got on film..." he said, tapping the camera strapped to his uniform, "Breaking the rules I was hired to enforce."

A tear was running down Caroline's face, and the agent approached her, gently wiping it away. I finally had my wits about me enough to see that he was tall and somewhat-overweight. He looked like he was in his mid-twenties, around fifteen years younger than me and ten less than my wife, even though most people would probably think she was still in her twenties.

The agent brushed Caroline's hair behind her shoulders, staring at her face, then gave her arm a light squeeze. He walked back in front of me, staying out of reach of my right arm, which remained free, and held my gaze. "I could get in a lot of trouble for this, but I'm offering to let you two off," he said calmly. My stomach was in knots, knowing whatever he said next was worse than being arrested. "I just want your wife to get me off too."

"Take us to jail," I said, fire in my eyes.

"We can't..." my wife started, but the agent cut her off.

"I guess we're choosing the hard way," he said, darting to Caroline and marching her by the wrists till she stood in front of me. He pressed down on her shoulders till she dropped to her knees. He held her chin so she looked up at him, then whispered, "A fast blowjob and you'll be on your way." She looked bewildered as he continued, "Just suck me off for a couple of minutes. I'm sure you've done it a thousand times. No big deal."

My wife looked at me, fear in her eyes. "No," I spat back at him, "Absolutely not. Call your supervisor!" He laughed, and I started screaming, "Help! Help!"

"Oh, this bathroom is pretty soundproof. Believe me. My friends and I tested that to make sure." He kept one hand on his taser and moved the other to his zipper. Caroline started to cry as he reached into his pants and pulled out his surprisingly-large, limp cock. It hung mere inches from my wife's full lips. She resisted, as he moved his hand to the back of her head. "Just a quick blowjob," the man whispered again, forcing her mouth closer to his dick.

She glanced at me, seeing the sorrow in my eyes, as the head of the agent's cock grazed her lips. "Open up," he said quietly but firmly.

"No!" I yelled, as she enveloped the bulbous tip with her soft mouth.

"Mmmm," he moaned, inching further, his cock hardening. Caroline kept her eyes on me, as she started to bob slowly forward and back. The agent now had his hands on both sides of her head, fingers lost in her long, blonde hair. He was now fully erect and must have been at least nine inches long and as thick as my wrist. My wife's lips were stretched wide as he started to pump in and out of her mouth. "Look me in the eyes," he commanded her. "Yeah, that's it. You're a good little cocksucker, aren't you?" He moaned.

What probably only lasted a minute seemed like an eternity, as I watched this man violate my precious wife's mouth, while she maintained eye contact with him and he tried to force his way into her throat. When he finally felt her nose resting on his curly pubes, he pulled out.

"Well done," he said with a smile. "Don't worry, sir. I didn't make her swallow my cum." He winked at me. "I do want to watch her take yours now though."

To be continued.