One would deepthroat me and the other would take my balls in my mouth. They would stroke the shaft and lick the balls, lick the tip and completely swa...low my balls. In short, it was heaven.“Lick it together,” I demanded, using my hand to move my wife upwards to where Alia was now blowing me. For a second my wife looked apprehensive. It was clear that Alia had no reservation. She had already moved to the side, her lips placed on one side of my shaft as she moved it upwards.After one or two. Desire’s kiss faltered. Her tongue slipped out of my mouth. The last thing she did before the kiss broke completely was to slip her hand over my crotch and press her fingers into my pussy. I was beyond wet. I was beyond return. I would have done anything Desire wanted at that moment. Anything.“I think you need to break up with your boyfriend.” Desire said.I look over at the others and see them pretending to mind their own business. I look back at Desire and see she is absolutely serious.“Ok.” I. So I asked again. And then, realizing I was talking to her, Karissa tore her eyes away from Sharise's naked body, and stuttered a response."Uh yeah. I think this is hot. I mean, I'm not gonna tell you to stop. I'd go for it dude. Come on. My mom is a fucking prude, and I'm certain you're not getting nothing from her. So if I were in your shoes, shit yeah, I'd be all over that." Karissa said.Sharise was looking into my eyes. I put my hands on her thighs, parted them, and, staring into the dark. It wasn't romance or love, or quite what I felt with any woman, but it was... a connection. It made me want to spend more time with him, even hanging out and not just blowing each other. Fortunately, though we didn't talk about it in those terms, I got my wish that summer. We spent time together pretty often, more or less every couple days. Sometimes we'd watch a movie at his house, sometimes we'd go out to one, or we'd go bike riding, or go to my gym and play racquetball. We were really.