During my early years, I did all kinds of stuff, alone and with my friends. I recall that me and one boy used to tie a string around our dicks, just t... be crazy, and swing them around and laugh. Then we tied them together, with one string around both our dicks, but not tight. I think at first it was really not so much about sex as just fun. But then we discovered how good it felt when our dicks and balls touched, so after that we forgot the string & would rub our dicks and balls together and. If she wore them to bed I would wake with a raging hard on fit to hammer nails into wood. This morning as I lay in bed beside her with my growing hard on pressing insistently against the crotch of my favorite pair was no different, the fact that the bulbous head of my cock was oozing globs of precum against the material my mind was only on the sensations that were making my balls ache for release. I wouldn't say that I was constantly obsessed with ejaculating against or on the silky material. So I was thinking the ways to get someone with bigger cock to fuck my wife passionately.Days were passing and I could not get any clue to sort out the matter. Once I was passing through passage in office and I heard these words “Saale kee Biwi badi chudakkad hai, uski choot mil jaye to maza aa jaye”. This increased my curiosity and I tried to listen the talks from outside. I was astonished to learn that it was Kumar, my colleague who was talking about my wife only. I immediately dreamed Kumar. "SHIT!" I screamed,"What's the matter, you degenerate? To hot for you?" came the taunting voice and then laughter.With a grin, a saying came to mind and I shouted back, "Laugh it up, fuzzball." What is a fuzzball?" came the reply from the two men."Put down the weapons, and we will talk about it, Fuckface!" I shouted.Nancy started laughing beside me, but I held my finger to my lips to shush her."FUCK YOU, TOO, ASSHOLE!" came the reply along with more flames."Guess they know what a fuckface is,".