Then there are the really scary moments. When the night club closes and my wife, and myself leave in the company of an Angel. Insert enough coins in the condom dispenser near the men’ room to ensure a good supply. Back at the hotel, the two ladies undress – four breasts, two pussies and there is a place called heaven. We’ve had a lot to drink and the women giggle as they playfully slide the condom on my rock hard cock. Angel lies back, legs open ready, pussy lips slightly parting - beautiful. The wife teases her nipples, kisses us both on the mouth, and enjoys guiding my cock into Angel’s soft wet and waiting pussy. Later, Angel moans as she feels me cuming - and then she screams hysterically and I have to stop myself from doing the same. The condom broke and cum fills Angel’s pussy. A bucket of cold water has just been thrown over the both of us in the form of fear. Thoughts of STD, HIV, Herpes all cause panic in both Angel and me. My wife laughs uncontrollably as she sees the look of horror on both our faces. The two women talk, confidence is restored and courtesy of a 7/11, a fresh supply of D*R*X. - and we are ready to go.
Never, never ever buy condoms from an Asian vending machine. Never, never buy condoms made in Thailand – period.