’“Like that do you,” muttered Brian as he felt my cock respond.I could feel my hormones rising as he wanked me, soon I was rock hard and his han... had tightened round my cock pulling back my foreskin as far as it would go.“You have a lovely cock Steve…come on feel mine,” he uttered as I hesitated. “Come on.” He repeated.I could see the bulge in his pants as I reached across and after some difficulty eased his erection out; it was longer and although thinner than mine had a bulging head amidst a. It was while having a threesome with Colin, a long established male contact who both had no problems with condoms and was a prodigious spunker, that a solution in part occurred to me. As a curious, sex-mad (even more so than now) youth I had enjoyed masturbating into fresh used condoms discarded at the local “lovers lanes”, fantasising about the strangers cunts and cocks that had been in such intimate contact and using the sperm deposited within as a lube to wank with – quite possibly in part. All three walked through the wheat field towards a secluded spot near themiddle; the wheat being nearly five feet tall it hid their processionfrom all but the keenest of eyes. Cherie stopped and ordered Simone toflatten an area for the three of them. Within a few minutes, the area wasflattened and the blanket was down."Now kneel on the ground on all fours and I will punish you for everysexual encounter that you had today, which at last count must be nearly adozen."Simone knelt on all fours and. . perhaps a bit too much.On one morning, my wife called me while I was still at home. Seems that she had forgotten her phone and needed a phone number for work. I picked up her phone from the bedside table and entered the passcode that she relayed. The phone opened, and I retrieved the phone number that she needed. She then asked if I could bring the phone by her office at lunch. “Sure” I said, with a smile on my face.While I had the phone opened, I scrolled through her texts and I didn’t see.