I met Anne when she was 22 and I was a couple of years older. We quickly recognized 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 civilizations 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 Nigeria for our first holiday as a couple since the Honeymoon fifteen years before. The plan was to explore the ancient culture of the Yoruba of Western Africa; then we would head to a beach resort to enjoy the beaches. After arriving in Nigeria, 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 tall African 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. His skin was not just ‘black’, it was the deep Black of Ebony stone. 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 cut short and neat, 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. I must also admit, I also found his look to be a bit intimidating. When it came to our turn, I lifted both bags onto the bench and laid our passports beside them. As I did this the watching officer stepped forward, said something in the native tribal tongue 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 Victoria’s Secret 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 area. 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 US 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 in some filthy African jail cell. 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 the Euro.” 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 E1000 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.” The whole world has video now! 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 an African 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. To be bluntly honest, my white cock just about shrank inside of me.