Laid Over

The TSA Security Guard had just forced my wife Caroline to suck his large cock, then fucked her pussy, and was now taking her anal virginity. In order to make me have a better view of his dick violating her asshole, he rolled onto his back, pulling my wife with him.

Restrained on the toilet, I stared forward at a scene that had never even entered my mind. Caroline was faced toward me, looking me in the eyes, frozen with fear and humiliation. Her back rested on the chest of a stranger. Her legs were split wide apart by those of another man whose thick cock was pumping up into her asshole.

He let go of my wife's butt cheeks and took her breasts into his hands. With her wrists handcuffed behind her back, there was nothing she could do to stop him. He squeezed her tits, pinching her erect nipples between his fingers, as he continued his anal assault. Then his hands moved down to her pussy, spreading her puffy lips wide. I could see the wet hole that we had nicknamed "Admit One" lewdly displayed before me. His left hand found my wife's engorged clit, and he slipped two fingers from his right hand into her vagina.

I watched Caroline's startled expression change. Through gritted teeth, she moaned loudly. Unable to move, I stared as the agent's cock stretched my wife's asshole, he finger-fucked her pussy, and he worked her clit. As much as I knew she hated what he was doing to her body, I could tell she was about to cum. Our eyes locked, and her look of guilt disappeared. Then her eyelids dropped, and her body shook.

The agent groaned even louder than my wife did, as his ball sack contracted over and over. I knew he was pumping shot after shot of semen into Caroline. As their hips came to a rest, he moved his hands back to her breasts. I watched his cock soften and eventually slip out of her asshole, as she lied on his heaving chest, her restrained arms pinned between them. Her toes flexed, as I'd seen them do many times while she luxuriated in a post-orgasmic fog.

After what seemed like an eternity, the agent rolled my wife off of him and on to her knees. Her beautiful face rested on the cool, hard tile of the bathroom floor. He grabbed my shirt and used it to clean his flaccid cock, then grabbed Caroline's ass cheeks, spreading them wide and grinning at me. Her asshole gaped wide, a stream of his cum slowly trickling down her pussy lips and inner thighs.

He smacked her ass, then pulled her to her feet. I stared at the red impression of his hand as he backed her toward me. Despite my anger, my dick was still hard.

The agent chuckled as he lowered my wife's used asshole toward my cock. "Your turn," he said with a smirk. I felt the head of my dick press through Caroline's anal ring, the incredible tightness squeezing my shaft as she fell into my lap.

As I was distracted by the view of finally experiencing my fantasy of anally penetrating my wife, the agent grabbed my right wrist and quickly handcuffed it to the toilet's water supply pipe, then stood in front of us. He exhaled loudly. I couldn't see Caroline's expression, but the agent smiled and shook his head.

"Her ass is even tighter than her pussy, right?!" he said. I imagined my wife staring daggers at him, but she remained silent. "Go on!" he encouraged me, "Fuck that bubble butt! Don't you want to cum so this can all be over?"

"Do it," Caroline whispered to me. I was obviously incredibly conflicted about taking my wife in the ass for the first time like this. With my right wrist pinned near the floor, my left arm held to the wall, and Caroline in my lap, leaning against my chest, I didn't have a lot of leverage to stroke my dick into her asshole.

Seeing me struggle, the agent moved my wife's head forward, pulling her into an awkward squat. This freed my hips so I could push in and out of her ass. "That's better!" the agent said. As Caroline's rectum gripped me, I tried to keep the thought that it was lubricated with another man's cum out of my mind.

When my wife began to thrust back against me, I looked up and saw that the agent had started fucking her mouth again. His hands were holding her hair, and I heard her gagging. I assumed he had been able to work his cock into her throat this time. The terrible image of her thick lips, stretched wide and pressed to his pubes, flashed through my mind. Making it even worse, his dick had just been in her ass and must still be covered with some of his cum and her anal juices, even though he had wiped some of it off with my shirt.

The agent moaned and stepped back, stroking his dick. I figured he was going to give Caroline a facial, which would humiliate her even further. It was an act we considered degrading, and I had never done it. Instead though, he said to her, "You're not going to be able to cum like this, are you?" He walked beside us, smiling at me when he smacked my wife's ass, then lifted her off my shaft. "She'll have more fun like this," he told me, as he guided her pussy toward me.

To be continued.