The Inmate Safe Wing Trick
Copyright© 2025 by JohnAzu
Chapter 1
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - A story about two correctional officers tricking an Inmate wife
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Opportunity can sometimes come like a sudden wind gust. You can either watch it slip away or move fast to catch it.
That was exactly the case for Amir and Jamal, two newly minted correctional officers working their first month inside a Pennsylvania correctional prison.
Both men were in their thirties, Black, single, and lifelong friends from the same neighborhood.
They only had the weight of their uniforms and the lessons they were learning every day; they had neither seniority nor rank.
One of those lessons was harsh: not every inmate survived the violence that simmered behind the prison walls.
When fights broke out, weaker inmates were sometimes transferred to a safer custody wing. Usually, there was space.
But lately, the wing had been packed, and the prison was boiling over with brawls and injuries.
Amir and Jamal knew relief was coming; 5 inmates were scheduled to be released from the safer wing in ten days. Until then, they could only wait.
One morning, a new inmate arrived. His name was Mike, an accountant sentenced to four months for forging papers.
He was in his fifties, thin, worn down, and looked like the kind of man who had never been near a fight in his life.
Jamal took one look at him, then glanced at Amir. “He won’t last a week here,” he said flatly.
Amir gave a small smile. “Right.”
The prediction proved true. During shower time, two inmates cornered Mike, breaking his nose and leaving him with a swollen black eye.
The next morning, visiting hours arrived.
Amir escorted Mike to the phone booth, while Jamal stood watch on the visitor’s side.
Mike lowered himself into the chair, waiting quietly.
Moments later, his wife, Jennifer, stepped into the visitor center.
She was shocked to see Mike’s bruises and started to cry.
Amir looked at Jamal through the thick glass and smiled.
They were both thinking the same thing: Jennifer.
Jennifer was a hot blond-haired wife.
She had a big ass, busty tits, and a thick body.
Amir took his cell phone and texted Jamal, “How I would like to fuck this bitch.”
“You have 4 months to achieve that, ha ha ha,” Jamal replied.
Suddenly, Jamal lowered his phone and turned his attention to Jennifer’s conversation with Mike.
The tone had shifted, and he was listening closely.
Once the visiting hour ended, Jamal escorted Jennifer toward the exit.
For a brief moment, Jamal and Jennifer were alone.
He slipped her a folded note with his phone number and spoke in a low, urgent voice:
“If you want him to survive, call me tonight at ten. Don’t tell anyone.”
When Jamal returned, he texted Amir:
“I think I’ve figured out a way.”
When the two of them finished their shifts and got back home, Jamal explained the plan to Amir.
“You know this guy must be transferred to the safer wing, as he will not survive, right? We can trick his wife by letting her think we can guarantee his safety by transferring him to a safer wing and making sure he will not be harmed; in return, she will give us her ass.”
“We don’t need to do much except look after him on the following days until he is transferred anyways; she will think we were the ones who controlled the transfer,” he added.
“You are a genius,” Amir replied.
I will meet with her and explain the situation. If we are lucky, we will trick her and she will agree to fuck us.”
“And what if not?” Amir asked.
“We will wait another week, and she will change her mind, believe me.”
At 10:00 PM, Jennifer called, and Jamal placed the phone on speaker so Amir could listen.
“Hi, it’s Jennifer. You asked me to call you.”
“Yes,” Jamal interrupted. “I’ll be brief. Your husband isn’t built for prison. I can protect him. Meet me in Cambridge Springs tomorrow; I’ll text you the time and location.”
He ended the call before she could respond, sending the details a moment later.
The following afternoon at 5:00 PM, Jamal met Jennifer in a large parking lot in Cambridge Springs. He slipped into the passenger seat of her car.
“You said you could help my husband,” Jennifer started immediately.
“As you know, prison is a dangerous place for men like your husband,” Jamal said smoothly. “Some don’t survive He needs to be transferred to a safer unit.
My partner and I can make that happen. We can also adjust our shifts to ensure he is watched 24 hours a day.”
Jennifer hesitated. “Alright ... Do you want money? How much?”
“No. We don’t want money,” Jamal replied firmly.
“Then what do you want?”
“Your body, I am sure a threesome is a small price for your husband’s well-being.”
“You bastard, you are sexually blackmailing me!”
“It’s just a matter of time till he gets injured again; it’s your choice,” Jamal replied.
“I will never have sex with you or your partner.” Jennifer shouted.
“Just keep my number for now.” Jamal left the car and drove away
Another week brought fresh violence to the prison.
To Jamal and Amir’s luck, Mike was brutally assaulted by an inmate, suffering two broken ribs.
Jennifer was given permission to visit him in the prison nursery after receiving an urgent notification.
She was devastated to see Mike in such excruciating pain. Knowing that there was only one terrible choice left, granting Jamal’s request.
She could not tell Mike about her conversation with Jamal, and she had to protect him.
That night Jamal received a text from Jennifer: “Let’s meet.”
“My partner will meet you this time,” Jamal replied.
They met at the same spot on Cambridge Springs, and Amir climbed into the passenger seat.
Jennifer looked scared, but she tried to stay calm and pragmatic.
“How can I be certain you’ll protect him,” Jennifer asked, “or that you can actually get him moved to a safer unit?”
“We will ensure the transfer happens,” Amir assured her. “Once it’s done, your visitations will resume at the new location.
Your husband will confirm it to you personally. Until then, we will alter our shifts to provide him with 24/7 protection.
As we speak, Jamal is guarding him. That’s the reason I am here now and not Jamal.”
Amir knew he didn’t actually have to do anything. As long as Mike was in the nursing zone, he was already secure. Furthermore, the transfer to the safe wing was scheduled to happen in two days.
“Okay, I agree,” Jennifer said finally. “But only once Mike is in the safer zone and tells me himself that he feels secure.”
“No problem,” Amir replied.
He ended the conversation and drove away.
The following day, just as Jamal and Amir finished their shift, they received word that Mike’s transfer to the safe wing was scheduled for the next morning.
The following morning, Jamal helped Mike relocate to the secure wing.
Jamal’s primary goal was to ensure Mike would tell Jennifer that this transfer was a deliberate action orchestrated by Jamal and Amir, rather than a mere accident. In addition, Jamal wanted to make sure Jennifer will have to play her part as long as Mike is in the safe wing otherwise Jamal and Amir can revert the transfer as they please.
While in Mike’s room, Jamal set the stage: “My friend and I pulled a lot of strings to get you transferred to a safer prison wing.
We promised someone to keep you safe, so keep a low profile and don’t tell anyone. We got you here, and we can easily get you back. You still have four months left here.”
“Promised who?” Mike asked.
“In prison you don’t ask too many questions,” Jamal replied.
As Jamal anticipated, Mike told the entire conversation to Jennifer while she met him during visiting hours.
Now that Jennifer had confirmation that Amir and Jamal had completely fulfilled their promise, the obligation shifted; it was time for her to keep her part.