3 comments/ 77694 views/ 13 favorites Melissa's Boss By: JamesonReed It was 9:30 when I got home from my ten hour shift, and when I shut the garage I could hear the smacking of my wife lips cutting through the silence as she sucked her boss's penis. The house was dark and cool and, other than her sucking, the only thing I could hear was the hum of the air conditioning unit. I passed by them when I walked through the living room, not bothering to speak. When I got upstairs, I secured my gun and handcuffs, placed my badge and keys on the nightstand, and tossed my uniform in the basket we use for weekly dry cleaning. After I got into some more comfortable clothes, I went down to the garage and grabbed a case of hard cider from the additional fridge. I placed the case next to my chair in the living room and fumbled in the dark for my bottle opener. I finally got my hands on it, cracked a bottle open, and sat back to take in a sight that was becoming more and more common in our house. It's 10:45 and I'm on bottle number two while she's still on her knees poised perfectly to continue the lengthy service of her boss's member. He is still wearing his unloosened tie and blazer but below the waist he is completely naked with his legs widely parted. She continues to suck him feverishly while her hand strokes the remaining inches of his cock that won't fit into her mouth. With her wedding-band hand she cups and massages his balls, and, while all of this is happening to the most sensitive places of a man, her boss sits their puffing his classic pipe filled with marijuana and staring at her with an intense gaze. He's not a large man. At least compared to me he isn't. I would estimate that he is about 5'6" and weighs about 170 pounds. I'm six foot even with muscular build that puts me at a solid 230 pounds. If it came to a fight, there's no doubt I would come out on top. So why am I sitting here engaged in such a humiliating act? Because I enjoy the irony of being powerless despite my physical strength and my status a policeman, but more about that later. My wife is a teacher. She sports a curvy athletic build with wide hips, gently sculpted arms, abs, and legs, full DD cup breasts ,and a proportionate full, round ass. We met in college and got married four years later. What appealed to her most about me was that brawn matched brain, or the way she put it, "Honey, you are just as strong as you are smart." I held a similar interest in her with regard to her intelligence and good looks. She was frequently relied upon to have all the answers and she was a total knockout. Our love was not the fairy tale love that many suffer disappointments trying to get. Our ond happened out of simple intrigue. We aren't cold. We would certainly do anything for the other, but more than lovers we are friends with a deep understanding of each other's passions and flaws. That being said, my wife is an avid thinker who loves to consider life and each person's unique purpose for living. She is passionate about education and I am the same way about protection and service. Needless to say, these differences are at the heart of many of our few disagreements, thus leaving room for her to make intellectual and heartfelt connections with James, her boss, when she and I can't come to terms. She's told me that he and his wife had gotten a divorce because of their differences. After his divorce he and my wife would share their ideas about the future of education and learning and began to have many lengthy conversations after work. This was back before I joined the force, when I was an English teacher. My wife supported me leaving education to fulfill my purpose, but I always knew that she disagreed. And that very slight but significant void in our relationship was filled with James. Over time, the meetings with him got later and later and eventually they were brought in our home. The first night I will always remember as The Math Lesson. Algebraic expression was the key concept. James came by expecting to simply drop off some papers and leave but my wife kept him over. We all talked for a while and when sharing my views about education, my wife cut me off with a cold stare and said, "What do you know? you left!" I inherited my temper from my father's side of the family and this blow definitely started an argument. James shook my hand and leaned in to give my wife a friendly hug, which was more like a pat on the back, signaling that he was going to leave and she interrupted his gesture telling him to stay. I stopped arguing while she continued. James took a seat and began to stuff his pipe. One thing I have always loved and lusted about my wife is her ability to toy with logic and what she did next was perfect. Her infuriation with me did not end as we all sat in silence for a few minutes while the tension slowly dissipated. When she became calm she still had a vendetta against me so she decided that she would "teach me a lesson." Her question was, "How many more inches is James's cock than yours?" She went to the small whiteboard in our living room and summoned James to follow her. She'd just finished working out so all she wore was shorts and a sports bra. Not knowing the size of James's cock, I said "How would I know?" My cock is about eight inches and has a healthy girth. Needless to say, I have never gotten any complaints. Given that I am fairly larger than James in stature, I thought he would also be lacking in the penis department. Looking over to James, my wife told him to drop his pants. He was uncertain about this and obviously reluctant. My wife was playing on my hidden fantasies to experience deep heart shattering, lustful jealousy and played this card very well to release her frustration with me for leaving education. She knew that if I had the opportunity to experience those feelings, I would cave like the economy did in 2007. She encouraged James to drop his pants and he did. To my surprise, he was substantially longer and thicker than I was. Her lesson began. "James's cock measures at ten and three quarter inches and it is certainly thicker than yours. Let's set up an equation to solve for what you would need in order to measure up." She set up an equation and solved it. The answer for the supposed unknown variable (the difference between the length of our cocks) was 2.75. Then she said "Let's get a look at his balls." She lifted his penis and behind it were testicles the size of fully ripened lemons. She looked at me as if asking for an explanation about why my testicles were only the size of eggs. Because I usually fare on the better end in the size department, the irony of being trumped by someone who is much smaller than I am in stature created a raging lust in me. It seemed that the difference in our height was made up by his cock and balls. She smiled at me. "Honey," she said, "I have been sucking his cock for months and doing it in his office is very inconvenient. Therefore, we will bring our sessions here after school. I value our friendship and you, but when you left education that left me with an unmet desire that James satisfies by his interest in learning and the length of his rod." With those final words she gave her boss his lighter, helped him remove his trousers from around his ankles, and dropped to her knees for what was one of many previous and future blowjobs. And that's how I got to where I am tonight. Her stamina is awing, because it is now 12:00am and she is still on her knees before him. She is still sucking him passionately and massaging him gently. Her flowing hair entangles his fingers as he rests his hand on her head. Her coaxing has worked him to the edge and he is pumping her already full mouth with cum. She is swallowing it and cleaning up the remaining mess with her tongue. And I, just like every other night, am still watching. Melissa's Boss Ch. 02 Notice: If you aren't into the cheating wife/voyeur husband theme (cuckolding), then you should find something else to read. There are plenty of other great stories on this site. ***** James came for a visit before my wife finished work. As he was her school's administrator, he frequently had district meetings about new policies, among other things, and, according to my wife, the best perk of being an administrator is getting home early on some days. Today, James did not go home. He came to ours. I let him in and he took a seat in his chair. It's not really his chair; it's just a chair he always sits in on the frequent occasion when my wife devotes her time to give him a proper sucking. My wife was not due home for another half hour so I poured him a scotch and got myself a hard cider from the fridge. "On the rocks?" I asked. "No," he responded. He took the drink and downed it quickly. He exhaled slowly to sooth the burn and then handed the glass back to me. He took out his classic pipe, packed it with marijuana, and I handed him the lighter that was kept on the table next to his chair. "I am sorry for my boldness in coming here while she's still out," he said. "No worries." I replied. He began again. "Your enduring tolerance through all of this is admirable. Whenever she and I spend time together, you never fail to simply sit there and watch us, even when our interactions are longer than others. You can handle far more than I thought." I sat there silently considering his words and the situation in general. How could it be that the man who visited my house regularly to be sucked off by my wife admired me? "Well, I appreciate that," I said when no other words came to mind. He continued, "I am not trying to be cruel or mistreat you in anyway by showing up unannounced in your home like this. I have no interest in primal behaviors like marking my territory. You must know that I believe you to be a respectable man. Not to mention that I personally would consider it tacky to take an opportunity for rubbing this ongoing ordeal in your face. It's damning enough without all that and you certainly don't need my help in being reminded of it." "I don't presume to know what's best for you and this conversation is not meant to foster a friendship that would be awkward at best, but I just wanted to let you know that my early arrival is simply practical. She'll be off work and headed this way soon, so I figured I would just save myself a trip as my meeting came to an early end." He took a drag off his pipe. The marijuana was obviously taking its effect as he seemed to be in deep thought. "Can I ask you a personal question?" he asked after a moment. Now it was my time to be apprehensive. "Sure," I said. "Well it's not really a question I want you to answer, but would you humor me for a bit?" I nodded. "How do you stomach all of this? Sometimes I get a look at your face and it seems that you are experiencing a little discomfort. It's obvious that you like it when she takes me into her mouth. Otherwise, you would not sit there. But there have been rare occasions where I noticed a subtle change in your demeanor. Specifically, when I cum. It's like," he paused to find carefully selected words, "when I release in her mouth after she's brought me over the edge, you look pained and enraged for a brief moment." "I am not a heartless man so please try not to be too surprised that I was concerned about this. It was my expectation on these occasions that I would not continue to be a guest in your home." He took a drag of his pipe. "You and I both know I would be lying if I said that my concern was entirely based on your feelings about all this, but I feel that you are worthy of knowing about the small part of me that generally concerns myself with the sufferings of my fellow man." He took another drag and exhaled slowly. "I can talk to her, you know. If her swallowing my mouthfuls pains you, it can stop and I'll be sure she strokes me through my release from now on. It is a tad uncomfortable for me to witness someone's suffering and do nothing about it. It is a little more so uncomfortable for me to be the source of it. I hope my words are of some consolation to you," he concluded with an inflection as if asking a question. "Consolation, indeed. I don't mean this harshly," I responded, "but I am curious as to whether you have considered stopping it altogether if my 'suffering,' as you put it, is your concern. Your words are clearly coming from a part of you that appeals to decency. Would it not be decent for you to stop being pleasured by my wife entirely?" "And while we are stating the obvious about what I like, you also like when she takes you into her mouth. Why would you end something that feels so incredible and is consistently frequent? You are here majority of the week and my wife is so committed to her involvement with you that she sometimes neglects to greet me when I get home from work if she is busy," I paused to find the right words, "teasing and gently coaxing a healthy load from you." "Furthermore, and again in obvious fact, your concern for me is present but not great enough to have you turn away from the intellectually sexual connections you have with my wife. Most would consider figuring out your reasons for staying in your position a no brainer, but, based on all that you've shared, it is my assessment that you are conflicted. We both know that all of this is more than just sex for you. We both know that while you are regularly robbing a man of his wife, this fact is not enough for you to terminate a relationship you have built with her that has proven to be quite gratifying." "I think I will answer your question. My answer is that I am conflicted. Strength is not what makes it possible for me to watch my wife be taken from me while I do nothing. It is my lust for experiencing powerlessness at the mercy of a woman who is just as beautiful as she is passionate. What intrigues me is that I am bested by a man most would consider inferior to me. The cruel irony excites me." "Even more so, I perceive you letting yourself go in my wife's mouth as the capitalizing act of your deliberate trespassing. It is the perfect demonstration that I truly am powerless. Kicking your ass would do me no good because in the end you will be who she wants and I, also, have little interest in primal behaviors. The better man in me wants to stand up and do something about it, but I secretly crave the pain of knowing that there is nothing I can do to stop her or you." "I love her so much but, my wife prefers you at the moment and we both know why. You live out your passion for reason and logic by staying in your profession, and even while I remain passionate about those things, I don't measure up to who you are for her because I left." Our eyes met when I chose to use the words 'I don't measure up.' The pun needed no clarification. We heard the front door open and he stood up before me in my living room and took off everything below the waste, leaving his blazer on and his tie unloosened. He began to stroke himself slowly preparing for the oral attention my wife would soon give him. My erect cock equalled his only while he was flaccid. He became aroused at his self stimulation and I felt a crushing blow at the realization that his cock would soon be fully erect, and nearly three inches longer than mine. I reveled in being second best. I became fearful of the distance that might have grown between my wife and I. I was so deeply jealous of what awaited him. It had been months since I had received anything more than a ten minute handjob from my wife and James was once again going to rob me of an experience that was once exclusive to me. "Hello boys," she greeted us both when she entered the living room. "I hope the two of you are playing nice." "We were just getting to know each other better," James said smoothly never making eye contact with my wife as he fumbled for his lighter. He had stopped stroking himself and began smoking again. "Oh," she said. "James, would excuse us?" "Certainly." We walked into the kitchen. She through her arms around my shoulders and kissed my cheek. I picked her up and turned to seat her on the counter behind me. "How would my big strong man like to take his little lady out for dinner later?" she asked. "I'll call the Parisian to make reservations." "No," she interrupted. "Let's go somewhere you want." "It's been a while since we've gone to Ruth Chris's. Maybe you could wear that spaghetti strap I like." She smiled assuringly. "I most certainly will. Did you have a good day today?" "Yeah. Got a good work out in." "That's good. What did you and James talk about?" "Umm, I'll put it this way. He let me know that he notices my expression when he let's go while he's still in your mouth." "I didn't know you made an expression," she said. We both laughed at her daft comment. The silence that fell afterward was interrupted by James's fit of muffled coughs. The smoke must have got to him. "Help me down. I had nearly forgotten James was here." We shared a brief gaze and then I lifted her off the counter and gently placed her on the floor. She walked past me and grabbed one of her hair ties off the bar while pulling her hair into a pony tail. Before continuing toward the living room, she said "Good thing Hooters stays open late." When I entered the living room seconds later, she was sitting on the arm rest of James's chair beginning to gently stroke him. It seemed that he had grown even more erect the moment she began. They exchanged small talk and got to their discussion about how the school districts new policy would affect the schools. James's frustration with the subject of his earlier meeting started to show as he swore a bit more than usual while referring to the district's superintendent with titles that fell far short of flattery and accusing him of prioritizing politics over education. James droned on and on with my wife listening to him intently and stroking his entire length. When he had said all that he needed to say she began speaking. She told him of how she shared his sentiment and that it was wise of him to refrain from public dissension as it was not above him to do so concerning matters about which he was passionate. The words she shared with him assured him of how he consistently amazed her and what a talented mind he had. Her strokes became more firm but she maintained her slow pace. They fell silent and James smoked his pipe. Clearly affected by the weed coupled with my wife's stimulation, he let out a relieved sigh and exhaled a cloud of smoke that smelled like the higher quality marijuana I take from college kids when I do security for frat parties at the university. "So, James, I am told that you noticed Alden has a shit faced look when you are owning my mouth," my wife said to both his and my surprise. "He does," said James in response as if my wife's expert strokes were having no real effect on him. And he supposedly wonders about my strength? How does he absorb that kind of assault without appearing to be the slightest bit taken aback? Her hand began to piston at medium speed and then she whispered, "Why are you concerned with how he feels?" She lightly bit his ear. "I simply wanted to gauge his level of offense about our relationship. Didn't want to continue being the source of his great discomfort." They were both staring at me while exchanging these words. My wife's cold, dead stare grew more apathetic about my feelings as she stroked her good friend's length. "Are you offended Alden?" she asked. "Does it hurt your feelings when I suck the jizz from his balls and then let it flow between my lips? Does that hurt you? Or does it piss you off that he is bold enough to look you in the face while he does it?" She waited for an answer. She then looked to James, "What were you going to do to make him more comfortable?" "I was just going to suggest that you finish me off by hand instead if that's what he wanted," said James. "But we never got to that." "Oh really," said my wife. She turned to look back at me. "Let's get to it now then. Is that what you want, sweetheart? Would you like for your little lady to take this big penis out of her mouth before it cums? Did you think about how James would feel if we all agreed that I do that? What about James's suffering? Huh, Honey? Would you really have me spend upwards of one hour sucking him into oblivion and then simply finish him with my hands? Do you think that's fair, officer?" Her reference to me by my title was loaded with irony and all the resentment she she claimed to harbor against me for no longer being a teacher. "Here he is thinking of you and your discomfort and you're being selfish." James interrupted, "In all fairness, you walked in during our conversation." "No excuses, James," she smarted. "It's just like you to think of the negative effects people may experience as a result of your actions. That's one of many reasons why we get along so well. He should have been eager to extend you that same courtesy. He should have told you that it was not an inconvenience he wanted you to suffer, but he said nothing." She played her roll well. She was the evil bitch I fantasized about without a cue from me and she incorporated all the truths about our lives to make it authentic as possible. Though, in reality she did harbor a slight amount of resentment. She wanted payback for my disregarding her feelings about leaving education and she was going about getting it in a way where I would be completely compliant. She knew that playing on my fantasies would compel me to do absolutely nothing while she behaved as if she were completely heartless. While she got to be the one who would be selfish. "This is what we are going to do" she commanded. "I am going to drop to my knees and suck him for all he's worth, and then he is going to cum in your wife's mouth... again. You have a lot to learn about being considerate and if you were as strong as you put off, you would not make James feel uncomfortable with your pained expressions." And with those words she removed her skirt and blouse, dropped to her knees, clad in bra and panties, and began sucking. The room filled with the smacking and slurping of her lips as she was pleasuring James in a way that was less neat than her norm. She licked the entire length of his penis's underside from base to tip and then took him into her mouth, her head making long adamant up and down movements as if she had no intention of preserving the moment. James gripped the arms of the chair, bracing himself as he was helpless to resist the heightened but pleasurable over-stimulation of his penis. His breathing became labored in response my wife's intensity. James nearly blew his load before she finally relented and took her mouth and hands away from his ample erection and relatively massive testicles. He groaned in despair at the pang of not achieving climax once he'd gotten so close. His expression conveyed pleading and desperation while his thick veiny cock stood taut and stretched for the ceiling. "Awww, poor baby," she said with deepest maternal sympathy. "I know you wanted to let it all go, but a twenty minute blowjob is nowhere near sufficient to properly care for a man of such character and generosity. Decent men deserve so much more, so just relax and we'll start over." James smoked his pipe as my wife began to stroke him gently with both hands. "Judging by the size of your erection, it looks like you're gonna have a huge load for me, aren't you? Do you think we should call Karen to help me keep things under control when I finally let you release?" "Oh, yes!" James responded enthusiastically. Karen is the administrative assistant to the superintendent of my wife's district. She and my wife have maintained their friendship since they both took their entry level positions where my wife still works. Being that Karen was once James's secretary before her promotion, it isn't all that surprising that she somehow got involved with all of this. If he's letting my wife suck on him the way she's been doing, then why wouldn't we have let Karen. My wife dried her saliva drenched hands on her blouse and fished her phone out of her purse. Of course, doing this meant letting go of James's cock again to which he responded with a stifled gasp. "I just need to let Karen know that we need her, okay dear?" she said. "I promise when I'm done with this call I won't let your penis go untouched anymore, baby." She spoke with the deepest sympathy. She spoke as if she cared for him the way a loving mother would. James nodded his head obediently and began stroking himself. My wife moved his hand a away saying, "You know that is not allowed James. We agreed that you would never sustain erection or achieve climax by your own hand ever again. Remember?" James nodded. "Now, be the gentlemen I know you can be." James sat back with his presently untouched erection fully extended and began smoking his pipe. "Good boy," my wife whispered. Karen finally answered. "Hey Karen, how are you?" she paused briefly. "That's good to hear. Listen, can you be here in ten? I can tell I'll need help for this one." She paused again. "Good see you in a bit." After they hung up, my wife tossed her phone, placed both hands around the base of his cock, and began to kiss and lick it gently. James began to thrust his pelvis forward desperate for more stimulation. "Now, James," said my wife wryly, "I thought we were clear about my expectations of you concerning a gentlemen's etiquette. Sit still and take it like the distinguished man that you are." I thought back to the first night my wife's encounters with James began in our home and every night that followed leading to this moment. It hit me that my wife's most recent behavior over the last month became more dominant. Not by physical force, but through the influence of her carefully chosen words coupled with an attitude that was simultaneously sweet an commanding. When sucking James, she had always prolonged his stimulation, but teasing him to the extent that she was had become more frequent and pronounced. James had always managed to casually exude self control, but lately he began to act more and more desperate when with my wife. It was like my she figured out how to do exactly what it would take to weaken him and pry his composure from his grasp. An impressive feat, considering that James was a man who seemed to work hard at exhibiting conduct expected of him at all times; not seeming like the type to let down his guard even in the presence of one person. How did she crack him? How did she reduce him to a pleading man so driven by a desire to release that he would neglect to hold on to that image he worked so diligently to cultivate and exhibit? She continued to lick and kiss him with great care. James sat still, as he was told, with a stern expression, feigning control. He fought not to thrust his pelvis forward. He breathed heavily so that he would not beg. Through all of this torment, she would not give him what he hoped for. She would only stimulate him enough to keep him wanting more. The minutes passed, and as they did, James's pre-ejaculate oozed from him endlessly. Licking with very little fervor and kissing with just as little urgency, she continued. James squirmed slightly; so slightly that it would have been easily missed had I not been so absorbed, to the point of heightened attentiveness, in what was happening right in front of me. My wife's behavior created a heaviness in my stomach; a pity for this man that connected me to his suffering. Lost in lust, he did what he was told by a woman who showed no indication that he would soon be relieved. A woman who, twenty minutes ago, brought him within a sixteenth of an inch to his release and simply stopped stimulation before he could let go. I sympathized deeply with him as my wife persisted in the denial of his orgasm. With her mouth, she toyed with the underside of his penis softly. She licked the pre-seminal fluid from his glans. She kissed each of his testicles. But she would not stroke. She would not suck. Melissa's Boss Ch. 02 James's breathing was steady but heavy. His hands trembled. His countenance was starting to convey desperation. There was a knock at the door and Karen let herself in. It took some effort to tear my eyes away from the spectacle they beheld but I managed and went to greet her. Like old friends, which we were, we tossed our arms around the other an exchanged pleasantries. Our embrace broke and we held hands momentarily. "How are you?" Karen asked. "No complaints. Just enjoying my time off." "How's the police force?" she asked genuinely, in a low whisper. I was taken aback because I usually never got to talk about work at home. Judging by her whispering, she must have had a clue that it was a touchy subject. "It's great." I whispered back. "Glad to hear it. Maybe you could tell me all about it sometime." She squeezed my hand gently and let it go as she headed out of our formal living area for the entertainment room where my wife and James were. I entered the entertainment area just seconds after Karen. Walking towards James and my wife she said, "Goodness, Melissa! You are going to need a hand." Karen wasted no time getting ready for her part in all of this. She was out of her clothes in no time and the magnificence of her nakedness lit the room with a fire hot enough to make a gay man sweat. Killer body. At five feet, ten inches she was on the taller side, but those long legs were chiseled like an Olympian's and her ass was simply remarkable. She was built like an athlete but with feminine grace. Her arms, though gently sculpted, looked like experiencing a handjob with her might cause a crippling orgasm. Her breasts were about average, probably a C cup, and when she took off her bra, they sat naturally perked. I envied James deeply at the thought of what he had coming to him; how proud must he feel about this moment. I was given over to his egotism as I considered things from his perspective. He had another man's gorgeous wife on her knees before him seeing to his needs in a manner that promised him a most gratifying release. A woman who, with every intention, frequently disregarded her vows because the man to whom she made those promises suffered her a great disappointment that resulted in a void. A void that James got to fill, when the woman's husband, I, could not. Who the hell was I kidding?! I knew this had little, if anything, to do with me leaving education. Melissa isn't so petty. She used this excuse to make this more authentic so that the appearance of a legitimate justification for her cheating would make my fantasy seem real. If she was going to be the bitch, then she needed a reason, no matter what it was, to punish me. It was working. Melissa's devotion to James was increasingly painful for me the more she submitted herself to him, but I could not bring myself to do the respectably moral thing and bring it all to an end. I felt that I deserved it. I liked what I saw. I liked the way it made me feel. Karen dropped to her knees next to my wife and they began to kiss each other deeply around his cock-head. My heart ached and beat rapidly with such ferocity that the blood flowing behind my ears moved at a deafening pace. I was pissed off to the highest degree of pisstivity and none of them cared; my wife especially. They continued kissing and as they did, Karen reached for James's balls and began to roll them in her hand. This in addition to thee sensations form their kissing caused James to pull his cock away several times earning him admonitions that they would deny his orgasm if he could not stay still and let them "tend to his needs properly." After a few more minutes Melissa stood up to feed James her gorgeous tits and Karen began to suck. My wife sat on the arm of the chair and cradled him while he suckled her and Karen went to work on him in a way that just short of phallic worship. Melissa tilted his chin upward for a kiss that seemed to last forever. "Is Auntie Karen making your penis feel good, sweetie?" she asked when there lips broke. James didn't answer. He just stared at Karen with his mouth half opened and dumbfounded. My wife let out a giggle and continued holding James contentedly as they both watched Karen hard at work. It was like I wasn't even in the room. No one looked my way or even made insulting remarks and the envy I felt was so strong that I was sure my skin would turn colors. In this moment there was no one I despised more than James, and there was no one my wife adored more. Each gesture of affection she showed him exacerbated my jealousy and hatred of him. Like when Melissa would hold him so tight to her chest that her ample bust looked as if it would suffocate him. The least she could do was allow Karen to come over and console me while she finished off James herself. Why did he get all of the attention while I was all alone with an uncared for erection? Hatred and jealousy turned to feelings of deep loss and lonely desperation. I was hurting and no one was coming to my rescue with an offer to give support. Save yourself, I thought. Just say 'stop.' I couldn't. I craved this because in a strange way it excited me. My rod was so stiff that it made a noticeable imprint in my shorts. I could feel it throbbing and aching for the gentle stimulation of an experienced hand. I figured it would be better for me to just wait for Melissa to relieve me as it had been nearly two weeks since my last handjob. I hoped to get one soon. The anticipation of my relief combined with the uncertainty of it aroused me even more to my delight and dismay. Karen had pushed James knees wide apart as if they were in her way to begin with. She consistently deepthroated him with every downward stroke and sensing in impending orgasm she popped his cock out of her mouth and began stroking. She looked at Melissa saying, "He's ready." Melissa kissed James again and then dropped to her knees and said "Lick his balls." Karen immediately started laving his balls sloppily with her tongue. "I promised you that he would blow in my mouth, Alden," Melissa said to me while she stroked that big girthy, blood engorged dick of his, "and I am a woman of my word. It would not be okay to have him treated to an experience as good as this and then end it with anything short of a grand finale." And a grand finale it was. Melissa ducked her head and begin sucking deeply while stroking him. Karen licked his balls expertly and the sight of all of this made my eyes well as I imagined how good it must feel. What wouldn't I have given for he and I to trade places in that moment because I badly needed an orgasm. James was on the edge and his breath deepened. He began to moan and make demands while both ladies gave him what he wanted. "Harder," he said. They obliged. "Faster," he said. They obeyed. James placed his hands on the back of their heads, shoving them into his crotch. Melissa began to gag on his cock and tried reflexively to come up for air but James did not allow it; he was cumming. I could see the gratifying relief on his face as he choked my wife with his massive cock not caring that it was strangling her. His essence began to flow out of my wife's mouth, down his shaft and onto his balls where Karen licked and swallowed all that my wife couldn't manage to get down. Melissa's mascara began to run and she pushed back against James forceful hand to no avail. "Don't fight it, bitch!" he said as he dumped his last few loads of jizz down her throat. The convulsions in his penis started dissipating and he sat back in a heap. James released the hold he had on his ladies and smoked his pipe while they cleaned him up with their tongues.