The TSA Security Agent who had walked in on Caroline and me, after we had sex in a private, family bathroom at the Houston airport, had just pulled his giant cock out of my wife's mouth. He had given her the choice of us being arrested or her giving him a blowjob. She had reluctantly sucked him, though he stopped her before he came. Now he had ordered her to perform oral on me while he watched and was forcing Caroline's head into my lap.
"What?!" I muttered in disbelief, as my wife looked up at me, her tear-streaked face lying against my inner thigh.
"Just let her suck you off. You can thank me later," he replied with a chuckle. "How long this takes is completely up to you. Though I guess you just came, so it might take a while," he added, nudging the back Caroline's head. A second later, I felt her lips wrap around my cock.
"Just like that," he whispered to us, stepping behind my wife. He dropped his pants and underwear to the floor and stroked his hardon as he stared at her ass, which shook sexily as her mouth moved up and down on my dick, her hands still cuffed behind her back. With her legs spread wide to keep her balance, I knew he had a nice view of her freshly-fucked pussy too.
It took a minute for me to get an erection, given the horror of the situation and the orgasm I'd had only a few minutes before. God, what a terrible few minutes it had been, and it got immeasurably worse when the agent knelt down behind Caroline, his hard cock in his hand.
"No!" I screamed, as he grabbed her hips and thrust into her pussy. Her head was knocked into my stomach as the agent pounded her forward.
"Stop!" my wife yelled. "I've only ever had sex with..."
"Your husband?" the man replied, smiling at me. "Not anymore." He stroked himself in and out of my wife, smacking her solidly on her ass a few times. Caroline struggled to pull away, but he held her hips firmly.
"Damn her pussy is tight!" the agent exclaimed, joy in his voice, which added to my pain. As continued force fucking my wife, she took my dick back in her mouth. I hated feeling the pleasure of a blowjob from Caroline, while knowing she was being spit-roasted by another man. I hated it even more when I heard her moan as she licked up my shaft. This was all my fault. I had coaxed her into having sex in the bathroom. I had left her on the edge of an orgasm. And when she raised her head off my cock, staring me in the eyes, a horrified look on her face as she groaned loudly, it was my fault when he made her cum.
My wife's body shook from head to toes. She screamed out in pleasure like I'd rarely heard her do. All the while, the agent continued plowing into her pussy, his hand only leaving her hips to feel her ass.
