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I met Anne when she was 22 and I was a couple of years older. We quickly recognised each other as lifelong partners and married after only three months. Our plan was to delay starting a family for at least five years but, near the end of our first year of marriage, we went on holiday in the wilds of Scotland and, due to me forgetting to pack condoms decided to take a chance, with the consequence that our twins, a boy and a girl, were born nine months later.

When I fell in love, Anne had a strikingly beautiful face but her figure was very slim (my parents used the word 'thin'). Fortunately, during the fourteen years since the twins were born, although her facial beauty has faded only slightly, Anne's figure has ripened to a nicely rounded perfection. My career in IT has advanced to provide a very comfortable standard of living allowing my wife's part time income to be devoted to luxuries, gifts and our holiday fund. Altogether we live a very contented family life with an adventurous and satisfying sex life once the kids are asleep.

As the children have grown I have ensured that our holidays were a mixture of the traditional sea and sun mixed with visits to the sites of ancient civilisations such as Pompeii, Egypt and Tunis (Carthage). My older brother Dave also has two offspring, a son the same age as my twins and a daughter two years older and the four have spent many happy hours playing amicably together over the years. So when he announced that his holiday destination was Orlando with the offer to take my offspring along with his own, my two jumped at the chance saying, "At last a holiday without any old ruins to tramp round." That was how Anne and I found ourselves on a plane heading to Turkey for our first holiday as a couple since the Honeymoon fifteen years before. The plan was to enjoy a week there and then head down to Rhodes for the second seven days.

After arriving in Turkey, a bus carried us from the plane to the airport arrival hall where we carried our luggage through the X-ray machines and headed towards the exit but, half way, there a man in uniform intercepted us and pointed towards the customs benches. There was only one bench in operation with two couples already ahead of us so we joined the queue. Anne wondered why we had been stopped so I explained that they must check passengers using a statistical sampling technique and we had just dropped unlucky.

As I spoke a new official approached and stood watching. He was tall and quite heavily built, I reckoned 6' 2", about 4" taller than me. Apart from his height, the striking thing about him was that he was so immaculate, as if he had just put on his uniform freshly starched. All the other staff tended to scruffy with hats pushed to the back of heads and ties at half mast so he was in complete contrast. His hair was dark and sleeked back, his upper lip sported what used to be called a military moustache and he was wearing designer sunglasses. It was very obvious that he fancied himself and I must admit that he was rather good looking in a swarthy foreign sort of way.

When it came to our turn I lifted both bags onto the bench and laid our passports beside them but as I did this the watching officer stepped forward, said something in Turkish and then told us, "There is an anomaly in your luggage, please come with me." As he spoke he grabbed the passports together with my wife's bag and set off towards the back of the hall. Following him I was not unduly concerned, actually more irritated that this delay would probably cause us to miss the planned bus connection to our intended destination.

His office was simply furnished with tall metal cabinets along the middle half of the right hand wall. In front of these were two simple office chairs set facing a wooden desk behind which was a comfortable looking leather upholstered swivel chair. Along the wall to our left as we entered there was a heavy wooden bench with metal arms and straight ahead at the far side of the office a fair sized window. Placing my wife's bag on his desk the large official indicated that we should sit on the metal chairs then took a pair of surgical gloves from a desk drawer and very deliberately put them on. I had horrible visions of an intimate body search but all he wanted was the key to the bag.

On opening the lid open he looked down and immediately his face broke into a large grin. With a sense of embarrassment I knew he was gazing at my wife's underwear, garments only she and I were meant to see. Anne always wears feminine delicate under things but in preparation for our holiday we had visited an Anne Summers shop and spent rather a lot on some far more risqué items.

The first pair of panties he merely held up and admired but with the second pair he took some time fingering the flimsy material, noticeably the crotch and when he briefly wafted the third pair under his nose I began to lose control of my anger. When he then held up one of the recent purchases, up and started to very obviously picture Anne wearing them I leapt to my feet all caution abandoned. Fortunately, before I could move, he had switched to a black thong which he spun round his finger until it flew in the air towards me. I caught it and tossed it contemptuously back into the case and this small act of retaliation allowed me to regain control.

The officer saw my distain, his mouth tightened and he snapped , "All right, let's get on with it then."

However, instead of delving deeper into the bag, he began feeling the pockets lining the wall, his fingers heading unerringly towards the pouch at the end. "What have we here?" he said gleefully slipping his fingers inside and I went cold all over as he slowly withdrew a large silver makeup compact. You see I knew that the compact contained the worst thing possible, 'cocaine'.

We indulged but didn't snort, at least only rarely. For us it was more of a sex enhancer, placed on the gums immediately before oral sex. When I licked Anne with some of that in my mouth it was as if she had been injected with high octane fuel, causing her to writhe and squirm with ecstatic sensations. Her doing the same to me was somewhat different. It did cause my penis and scrotum to be engulfed in an envelope of delicious tingles but it also had a numbing effect that allowed me to last two or three times as long without cumming. As the realisation of discovery hit me I heard Anne gasp, "Oh shit!!" and I looked towards her to see her staring back with horror filled eyes. "I'm so sorry, I didn't think," she said.

On opening the compact, even before testing a grain on his tongue, the officer joked, "I guess this 'face powder' is exclusively for your nose." But then, seeing the look on both our faces he softened and said, "This isn't the end of the world you know. It's pretty obvious that you're not major international traffickers so at the worst you are looking at far less than six months. If you are really lucky you might even get off with a caution but the most likely outcome will be a fine."

I wanted to know how long and he said we would be in court in about a week and would be kept in holding cells until then. In answer to my question about bail he explained that had to be arranged through the British Consul and would take a couple of days. The word 'fine' eased my mind somewhat but I still had little desire to spend any time as a captive. For years I had heard that the greasing of palms was endemic in most of the world and this individual seemed to live an expensive lifestyle, so with some confidence I stood and asked, "Suppose I offered to pay the fine to you now - I wouldn't expect a receipt?"

"What level of fine have you in mind?" he asked and I was pleased to see that he had picked up on the subtext to my question.

"1000 - dollars."

He nodded. "I like the figure, it's a nice round number but American dollars are rather on the slide so I prefer UK sterling." This made it more than I'd hoped to pay but I nodded agreement upon which he leaned forward conspiratorially and said, "Just so we are both clear on this, what is the deal as you understand it?"

"Simply that I give you £1000 to put in your pocket and in return you return our passports and release us with all charges dropped."

On my words the official's expression hardened and he drew himself up to full impressive height to state, "You are now in real trouble. My government is currently having a purge on official corruption and they will take extremely seriously the attempted bribery of a customs officer. You're now under official arrest."

I started to say 'You've no proof' but, before I could finish, he pointed behind me. I turned round and looked on top of the metal cupboard to see the unforgiving lens of a CCTV complete with hostile winking red light pointing down at me."

He advanced round the desk removing a pair of handcuffs from his belt. Submissively I held out my arms but he only fixed a cuff to one wrist then moved me towards the door where he attached the other bracelet to the metal arm of the bench. That done he moved towards Anne who was sitting looking as stunned as I felt but, instead of arresting her, he bustled her ahead of him over to the window leaving me to contemplate my misery.

Less than an hour ago I was happily anticipating a carefree holiday and now I was facing years in the hell hole of a Turkish jail. I was going to suffer unknown deprivation and hardship but it was thoughts of my wife that dominated my thoughts. With me incarcerated, she would have to return home alone and I had to wonder how she would manage to go for years without being with a man. Knowing Anne's love of sex I doubted if she could and this thought tore me apart. Throughout the marriage I had been obsessively jealous. For example, although we often did role play as part of sex, she always had to pretend to be someone else because, on the two times she tried acting herself with me as the other man, I became so knotted up I was unable to perform. I now think that illustrated a basic level of insecurity based on the fear that as soon as a 'better' man came along, Anne was sure to leave me.

After several minutes with them just out of earshot, apparently gazing out the window, Anne turned and stood looking at me with a strange expression on her face. Before I had chance to consider the implications of this he moved directly behind, snaked an arm over her shoulder and plunged a hand down the front of her blouse to blatantly fondle her breast. My head exploded and without thinking I launched myself at him only to be brought to an abrupt halt by my tethered arm. I found myself face down with an almost dislocated shoulder and shredded skin on my wrist.

Anne ran forward to help me up, magically producing a small white handkerchief to dab the blood and then use as a rudimentary bandage round the wound. That process took a moment or two during which the custom's guy remained where he was with that irritating smirk still on his face. With the concern of my wrist attended to I had to know what they had been talking about.

"You could say that we were negotiating," my wife explained quietly.

With my mind still inflamed from just having seen my wife sexually molested. I couldn't see any point and said so rather forcefully. Still squatting in front of me Anne said softly, "Not necessarily. He says when it comes to bribery he's far more amenable to female persuasion."

"What the hell does that mean," I snapped.

"He wants to fuck me and I've agreed. I got us into this mess so it's up to me to get us out."

"You can't," I pleaded, almost unable to believe what I'd heard.

Still talking quietly Anne said firmly, "Darling, the choice is either opening my legs and letting him poke his thing in me for a few minutes or for us to fester for God knows how long in a Turkish prison. There really is no choice - David, we both watched that program on television. It's only intercourse. We just have to get through this and we'll be able to enjoy our holiday as if nothing had happened."

"But how do you think I'll feel seeing him do that to you right in front of me?" I objected.

"You don't have to watch, "she told me with far less sympathy. "If you don't want to see, just close your eyes." With those words she got up and walked to stand by her chair.

He must have told her to undress because Anne removed her jacket and hung it carefully on the back of the chair. Her skirt and blouse followed to be folded on the seat. She next took off her bra in a very matter of fact manner, dropped it on the seat and then, incongruously, turned to face him instead of me as she discarded her panties. These she simply let drop to the floor.

Anne never had excessive pubic hair but in readiness for wearing the extremely abbreviated swimwear, purchased specially for the holiday, she had reduced it down to almost porn star nudity and it grieved me that he could now view what was intended for my eyes only. At this point, unable to contain myself I shouted, "Only with a condom."

"No chance," he replied but then added, "If it's infection you are worried about I had a full medical only three days ago and I have a clean report dated yesterday." With that he walked round his desk, removed a sheet of paper from a drawer and dropped it together with our passports by my side on the bench.

"What about possible pregnancy," I persisted.

"That's your concern," he said laughing, "We do have morning after pills even in a third world country.

During this small diversion, Anne had sat back down on her chair so when he moved back towards her he largely blocked my view of her naked body, except for her face in profile. I assume he gave another order for she leaned forward slightly and I clearly heard the sound of his zip being pulled down. There was some further activity then she suddenly froze with a mixture of shock and wonder on her face. At this point he stepped sideways to rest the back of his thighs against the desk, this action revealing that my wife was using both hands to support his cock. The damn thing looked huge and it wasn't even completely stiff.

I know that Anne's palm measure three inches across and I know that when she holds my dick with both hands it virtually disappears except for just the tip but with him there was easily another hand's breadth left exposed. And the width was even more startling than the length. Clutching mine her thumb and fingers easily touched round the shaft but came nowhere near encompassing his girth.

She bounced his heavy penis on her hands until it fully stiffened but then she moved it into an almost vertical position. Leaning forward her tongue shot out, much like that of a snake, and the tip lightly touched the head of his cock. I saw him twitch in response and I also jerked as an almost electrical shock shot through me, but when she repeated the action a moment or two later I suffered no similar reaction. A new variation followed with her rapidly flicking his slit, still with only the tip of her tongue.

By this time his foreskin had fully retracted so Anne took the opportunity to run her wet tongue round the glans, licked her lips as if savouring the taste then repeated the action. This was apparently satisfactory because her head plunged down to engulf the whole helmet in her mouth but then jerked abruptly upward so that it escaped past her soft lips with an audible pop.

Thus far her actions had been brief and measured, as if part of a technical exploration but now it changed as she took several inches of his cock deep into her mouth. From the movement of her cheeks I would have assumed she was chewing, had her mouth contained food and not warm flesh. This continued for a minute or more and even when his saliva wet organ did reappear she quickly 'swallowed' it again, as if her hunger had not yet been satisfied.

Next my lewd wife licked down the shaft to just above his balls and back again several times and then, as if just realising the appeal of his scrotum, actually slid off the chair onto the floor, to mouth and suck his testicles. She took each of his plums in turn into her mouth for a prolonged tongue caress and then seemed to get nutrition by just sucking the loose skin. By the time that she eventually regained the chair, he was emitting pre-cum in copious quantities and this she licked up eagerly, as if it were the most delectable nectar in the universe.

I was both amazed and shocked. Anne had done many of these same things to me over the years but usually in a light hearted manner and certainly not with the same single minded concentration on giving intense pleasure. The only thing I was grateful for was that she never paused to gaze up at him as she did with me.

This was the point at which things got frenzied and when I first noticed that, although of much lesser dimension, my own cock was every bit as stiff as his. My wife's head started rapidly bobbing up and down, taking an impossible length of phallus deep into her mouth while she manually worked the rest of the shaft, switching hands when one arm began to tire. I have watched many blow-jobs on video but never one with quite this degree of concentrated eroticism. Something had to happen but it was he who brought this interlude to a close, not by ejaculating but by gently pushing her away.

He must have told her what to do but Anne moved past him with apparent eagerness, to push various items aside and bend over the desk. The tall blackmailer then stepped behind her and spent the next several minutes sensually caressing those perfect rounded buttocks and down the backs of her thighs.

He stopped, moistened his middle finger then lowered his hand and this is when my frustration began.

From where I was seated Anne's body was in profile so, although I saw her twitch, even by leaning as far as possible to the right, I was prevented from seeing exactly where he was touching by the silhouette of her haunch.

I may not have been able to see but I could easily surmise what his actions were by her pleasurable responses to them. Depending on whether she wiggled her hips slightly or instead eased back towards him, I believed I could differentiate between his exciting her clitoris or probing those inner moist recesses with one or more fingers.

Suddenly he stopped and undid his belt allowing his trousers to fall and puddle round his ankles, to be followed by boxer shorts pushed down below his knees. His large engorged cock stuck out stiffly, elevated slightly above the horizontal. I tensed knowing what was to come and I could tell that Anne also knew because she rose on her toes in anticipation. But he decided to toy with her first, starting by tapping her genital area with his heavy organ and then rubbing the helmet of his penis up and down her slit. I could sense her frustration building but he did not torment her for long.

After lining up the head of his cock on target he turned his head in my direction and gave me the classical stare of the victor about to claim the spoils but, instead of the triumphal plunge home that such a look warranted, he proceeded to enter her slowly, in stages, and in fact took several minutes to achieve full penetration. However from that point he soon built up a strong rhythm and Anne quickly showed the result as she started to breath in heavy gasps, reaching out to grip the far edge of the desk with whitened knuckles.

When her breathing settled down my wife glanced briefly in my direction. I think it was to see if I was watching and when she saw that I was, quickly averted her eyes. There was another orgasmic moment when she gripped the desk edge but the following times when he brought her to that state she only clenched her fists and cried, "Oh, Oh, Oh," as the tremors passed through her.

As the orgasms continued I got a compulsive need to see his cock actually entering her, so despite the pain in my torn wrist, I stood and manoeuvred round to stand to the right of the bench. This meant that I now had to twist round and look over my shoulder but those vital few extra inches had increased the angle sufficiently for me to view the point of penetration. I could now see that his cock fitted so tightly that on every withdrawal stroke a narrow collar of internal vaginal skin was pulled out too. Also it was easier to observe how well oiled his shaft had become from my 'loving' wife's lubricating juices.

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