EXTRACT FOR
My Wife's Strip Search
(Sylvia Redmond)

Introduction

You always hear when you go to these place that you shouldn't leave the resort. It's dangerous to venture out if you're a tourist, you may be a target for thieves. Of course we had been told that, but we had already been on the resort for three days and we were looking for an excursion. One of the waiters told us about Los Ribos beach and we wanted to see it.

Don't ask me why we felt the need to leave an all-inclusive beach resort to go travel to another beach that was an hour away. The waiter told us we would be safe. There wasn't a heavy criminal element there because the police presence was notice for being so strong. Los Ribos was run with an iron fist, so there was little risk we would be in danger from criminals.

As it turns out, sometimes in these countries there is little difference between law enforcement and criminals. The police often have to be brutal in order to be taken seriously. Los Ribos was not a heavy tourist area so the police there were not as accommodating to foreigners. Although they apparently still did have remnants of a drug trade they were trying to deal with.

If I had known all of this beforehand of course we would have never ventured out. For my wife and I it was a second honeymoon of sorts, we would have had just as much fun staying on the resort. But the waiter said we should go check it out and there was a steady line of taxis in front to take us there. And it all went south after that....

 

Chapter 1

"Put some lotion on me before we leave, will you?" she asked me.

I would never hesitate to rub my oily hands over my wife's body. Ann and I had been married for ten years and my cock still got hard whenever I was able to get at her body. This was a big vacation for us, a second honeymoon of sorts. We had two kids that we were lucky enough to have Ann's parents agree to watch and we had decided to go somewhere tropical. I had my hands on my wife's oily semi naked body in a tropical setting and I felt like the luckiest man alive.

Ann had always been a head turner when we were dating. She was hot enough to have been able to pick any guy she wanted, and to this day I'm not sure how I was lucky enough to have her pick me. Her body had blossomed when she had children and her beautiful breasts had gotten even bigger. In the last several years she has started kick boxing and became a born again health nut and it's only accented what was already a perfect body.

It was a lazy vacation. Since we weren't bringing kids we weren't worrying about setting up agendas or keeping busy. It had mostly been drinking, fucking and lying in the sun, which was fine by me. Looking back I wish we had left it at that, but we both got the fool notion in our heads to go sight see. We both wanted to venture out, despite our better judgment.

"Los Ribos man" our waiter had said one night. "Los Ribos is where you want to go. Very safe man, many police there, more police than any other village around. Beautiful beach, it will take about 45 minutes by taxi man."

So there I was spreading lotion on my luscious wife's body before heading to Los Ribos. We had planned on heading out late morning and figured we could be back late afternoon, in time to get ready for dinner. Forty five minutes there, a couple of hours on the beach, forty five minutes back - piece of cake.

 

Chapter 2

It took us closer to an hour to get to Los Ribos, but I'm pretty sure the taxi driver took us the scenic route. No matter, it was beautiful country and this was a vacation, I was not in a hurry to get anywhere until evening came and I was ready to get back in my wife's pants. The driver dropped us at the beach and we were on our way.

The waiter was right - the beach was beautiful. Granted, it was a bit of a tourist trap, with vendors everywhere. We paid to rent chairs to sit in and we found a spot on the beach and we swam and sun bathed. Ann being the adventurous one even took off her top for a brief period of sunning on the beach and I could not have been happier. There I was, with a boner next to my hot wife on a tropical island paradise.

We had stayed for a couple of hours but the vendors started getting to us before the hot sun did. We had several hounding us to buy food and drinks and merchandise and it started to get a little uncomfortable. As we had already made the decision to pack up we had a couple of seedy looking locals come up and offer us more than the standard food and drink.

"Ganga man, smoke smoke. Cocaine man - you want buy cocaine?" they said to us.

The list went on, even as we shook our heads. They offered us the full shopping list, most of which I didn't understand or had never heard of before. Once we got those guys out of there we knew we were finished. We packed the rest of our things and we headed off the beach.

We got to the top of the beach and immediately saw the police coming. It's ironic to think about now but my Ann and I were relieved to see them. There were three of them, hulking men in their uniforms each wearing a gun on his hip. They immediately came towards us and we figured they wanted a description of the men we just saw. But when they started speaking we had no idea what they were saying.

The only words we could make out from the lips of the big man who was speaking to us was "heroin" and "cocaine". We tried to explain to them that we only spoke English and we had never seen these men before. I could tell the other two men were leering at Ann's body as the big man pointed his finger spewing his accusations at me. I found myself suddenly regretting that Ann had worn so little to the beach. The big man grabbed me by the arm and ushered me to their car. I turned behind me and could see that Ann was being dragged along too.

There was still a part of me that felt we would be alright. I figured they were taking us to a station where certainly somebody spoke English. We didn't have anything illegal on us - we had done nothing wrong. I was sure that we would be released within the hour and back at our resort within two.

 

Chapter 3

They did end up driving us to their station, which looked like every bad, dilapidated police station you've ever seen in any bad movie. They brought us in and we could feel the eyes of every man in the station on us. More appropriately, I could feel all the men's eye's on Ann. She was merely wearing a bikini bathing suit with a mesh cover-up over it, so her ass and tits might as well have been on full display.

They took us back to their dingy interrogation room. We were now with the three men who had brought us in and two other men. One of them started to speak to us in extremely broken English so I guessed that this was as close as we were going to get to an interpreter.

"You arrested for buying heroin and cocaine" interpreter guy said. "Penalty here very bad for drugs" he told us.

"We didn't buy any drugs!" I told him. I went on to explain exactly what had happened with the men on the beach. I explained what they looked like and how they had approached us. I gave him every detail, knowing that he probably understood about ten percent of what I was saying. The entire time I spoke, the men behind him were shaking their heads and scowling.

"No drugs?" interpreter guy finally asked.

I felt relieved. "No, no drugs" I told him.

He turned around and spoke to the largest of the three men. They started an animated back and forth in their language while Ann and I sat there mute. I looked at her body under her cover-up. She had been starting to tan and her skin was turning brown. I could see the globes of her tits rising under her nervous breathing. I vowed to myself to never put her in a situation like this again. I felt eyes on me and turned to look at the interpreter again.

"Chief says we search you. If no drugs then you go"

That was great news I thought. Probably the best news I could hope to hear under the circumstances. They took us to another interrogation room that was slightly bigger but just as dingy. This room had several cold metal chairs and a big metal desk. The interpreter came in a few minutes later with a female police officer. I could only tell she was a woman because of her big chest - otherwise, she looked just as rough and surly as her male counterparts.

It made no difference. They were doing the right thing. They had gotten a female officer to search a female suspect. It was the way it would be handled in the United States, I felt relieved that they were going to do the right thing and then let us go. I could not have been more wrong.