There is a lot of talk these days about sexual harassment. I am a case in point, but with an odd turn of events. My manlike straight foreman sexually harasses me, another male straight. How could that be ? It all revolves around my married woman. Let me explain.

With one exception, I 've been a nonstarter in life history. A below norm student, not athletic, no especial talents, not much to look at, and barely capable to keep a job as a salesman. All my life sentence I 've been called an nonachiever. My one accomplishment has been landing my wife, Marie, a truly gorgeous woman. Marie has a human face and body men dream about. She has deep, chocolate-brown oculus and chestnut tree hair, a naturally lightly tanned complexion, and a full, well-endowed public figure of the hourglass case -- a diminished shank but plentiful hips and beat, inviting boob and ass. Her feminine ravisher is matched by her warmth and an animal magnetics that she exudes. Men have always been drawn to her, and watching men admire and desire her has been my outstanding reference of pride. Needless to say, I worship the basis she walks on.

My boss, Karl, is a fossil oil, loud, chesty bully. I admit that he is an effectual salesman, piece of his instinctive hostility and self-confidence, but I ca n't stand him. He is also very daunting, and I have always been especially shy in his presence.

I had the fewest sales of anyone in the companionship, and simply was n't pulling my weight. I was on probation and on the threshold of losing my job. In a last-ditch bid to continue my job, I thought I might ask round Karl over for dinner at my flat. The exclusively reasonableness I thought he might accept the invitation was because I had noticed him eyeing my married woman once at a society party. I worked up my braveness to invite him, and, to my great alleviation, he did, in fact, accept.

Marie has many alright timber, as I 've already indicated, but cooking and cleaning are not among them. On the day of the dinner, I left work early to buy wine and groceries, clean the household, and cook a decent dinner. Marie could see that I was very nervous. In the minute before Karl 's reaching, I asked Marie if she was going to change her dress. She looked surprised. She was wearing her usual, somewhat conservative clothing. `` What 's incorrect with this ? '' she said. I told her that I would really wish it if she could wear something just a footling bit sexy.

I nervously told her that I thought Karl was about to fire me, and that my just hope was this dinner party, and the thinking that somehow Marie would be able to sway him to let me keep my job.

'' If you think I can help, Howie, then of course I 'll do whatever I can, '' Marie said.

We went upstairs, and I helped her piece out a tight-fitting, button down knit sweater. Although she only owned one really short shirt at the time, I asked her to put that one on. Marie also generally wore little make up, her innate mantrap really needs no enhancing, but I asked her to put on lipstick and eye shadow for the juncture. She could tell that I really wanted her to piss an impression on Karl.

As the doorbell rang, I took one last expression at Marie, and took one little legal action that probably changed the remainder of my life. I reached up, and unbuttoned two more push button on her sweater, which revealed her deep, plentiful cleavage. I gave her a kiss before opening the door and greeting Karl.

Karl hardly glanced at me. His eyes lit up at the sight of Marie, and, crude person that he is, he stared openly and lustfully at Marie 's breasts. Although Karl disgusted me, I also could n't help but experience immense pridefulness in Marie. As I mentioned, I have always enjoyed watching other men admire Marie 's peach ; it makes me palpate prosperous at least in one -- I would say the most important -- persona of my life.

Dinner went well. I am not much of a schmoozer, especially with Karl. But Marie kept up a conversation, and I ran back and forth to the kitchen, bringing dishes back and forth, fetching vino and refilling their glasses. Karl spent most of dinner party ogling Marie 's breasts. At least he seemed to be enjoying himself. And she did too.

After dinner, Marie invited Karl to join her on the sofa. I went to get another nursing bottle of wine. When I came back, I could see that Marie 's short wench was hiked up very in high spirits on her thighs. Karl was playing with Marie 's fingers, telling her she should really don nail polish.

They kept chattering on. I sat in a chair, sipped my wine-coloured, and watched. Their conversation turned to me, as though I was n't even there. Karl told Marie what a bad salesman I was and told some admittedly amusing narration about my respective failure that got Marie laughing. He told her, `` I was just about to send away the little wimp, and I think I still will. ``

Marie rose to the challenge. `` What if we invited you to dinner Saami time next week ? You would n't fire Howie for the next calendar week, would you ? '' As she asked the dubiousness, she leaned toward Karl, and her tit almost spilled out of her perspirer entirely.

'' Just to see them juggs again would be Worth keeping the lilliputian WIMP another week, '' he said. So, without even a glance to me, Marie invited Karl to dinner the following week.

As he left, Marie stood at the door, telling him what a fun evening it was. She gave him a hug, and I thought he held it a bit longer than proper, but then he left.

I fretted all the following week. Prior to the next dinner, I took Marie out to shop at for cop cultivation. We could n't afford a proper manicure, so I told her I would learn how to be her manicurist. So I studied up on manicure. I started by practicing on her toes, giving her a pedicure. I found that I particularly enjoyed preparing her foundation, especially kneeling before her and pampering them. I worked on her fingernails as well, and by week 's end, I had learned a new skill that I very much enjoyed.

I also worried about what Marie should wear for the adjacent big Nox. After many tries, we settled finally on a silky, cream-colored translucent button-down blouse. Under it, we chose a low cut, creamy, front-clasping bra that pushed up her breasts a bit. Again, I was in billing of buttoning the blouse, and saw to it that it revealed heap of cleavage. I chose a longer, wrap-around skirt that tends to fall and separate very heights up on Marie 's thigh whenever she sits down and crosses her legs.

The dinner party was pretty much a repeat of the workweek before. I was amazed at what a sound actress Marie was. She was absolutely convincing in pretending that she was entranced by Karl. She laughed at his trick, hung on every word, her eyes twinkled at everything he said, and she took every chance to sweep against him or touch him.

At one point, Karl asked Marie what she saw in me. She commented on my `` sweetness, '' and my devotion, how I would `` do anything for her. '' Karl, laughed. `` You 're shittin'me. '' He said. Marie insisted that I would do anything she asked because I worshipped her. She was right of form, but I wish she had n't said it.

Karl wanted a demonstration. So Marie said to me, `` seed here Baby Doll. '' No one before had ever heard Marie 's occult pet epithet for me, I was surprised and embarrassed that Marie had used her pet name for me in forepart of my foreman. Karl guffawed. I blushed and came toward Marie. `` On your knees, Baby dame, come to mommy. '' I was mortified, now she had said not only her pet name for me, but her almost suggest pet name for herself when we are making dearest. Probably remembering all the upkeep I had taken during the workweek in pampering her understructure, Marie said, `` mum 's substructure are tired and filthy. rent off my place and lick my toes
clean and massage my threadbare feet. '' With Karl roaring with laughter and thinking this was the shady thing he ever saw, I began licking and massaging Marie 's animal foot as she sat there at the table.

After it no longer seemed to amuse them anymore, Marie told me to finish. She told me to serve the next course, and the dinner continued.

As they became more enliven, I became more and more than withdrawn and smooth. That did n't seem to chafe them any. They pretty much ignored me, except to ask me for more food or wine. They again wound up on the couch and, indeed, Marie 's skirt fell away, and she made no effort whatsoever to cover herself, allowing it nearly to arrive at her crotch. In fact, I suspect that Karl -- who made no secret of looking -- caught at least a glimpse of her panty. He admired the nail burnish, holding her script, and playing with her fingers all the while. He said he liked redder nail polish, and that with her food coloring, she should wear thin red lipstick too. Ugh, I thought to myself, Karl the cosmetologist/fashion consultant.

Again, Karl told Marie how badly I was doing at piece of work, how worthless I was, and how he really needed to fire me, and, again, Marie got him to agree off for another week by inviting him to dinner again.

So started our own little 1001 Nox. The simply thing that kept me from being fired, was my wife 's promise to continue her seductive dinners.

living at oeuvre was miserable. Karl would make blunt comments about Marie 's body and lost no opportunity to belittle me, even in front line of my colleague. He even started calling me Doll Baby in sale meetings, not even getting the name right. He would say, `` Doll Baby, go get me a clique of coffin nail. '' And I would go get them for him.

With each dinner party, Marie became successively more sexy in her dress and draw up, and each week the goodnight hug became a bit longer. I was amazed at Marie 's willingness to dally up to Karl given what a horrifying lout he is.

Even on our circumscribed budget, we devoted what money we had to buy provocative blouses and aphrodisiacal bras that accentuated the comprehensiveness of her bosom and the deepness of her cleavage, and skirts that would be certain to evidence plenty of creamy thigh.

One dinner, Karl returned to the question of what Marie could possibly see in me. He said, `` He 's such a also-ran. He 's a total failure, he 's not good looking, he has no sense of humor. Does he suffer a really big hawkshaw, or what ? '' Marie laughed and told him that no, on the perverse, I had a very small penis. She said that because I would do anything to please her and had so slight ego, I would drub her anywhere she liked, and that she particularly liked that when I was pleasuring her down below with my glossa, I would lick her both fore and aft, something that none of her previous lover would do. Karl thought that particularly hilarious.

Again, I was embarrassed that Marie was so spread out with our piddling marital secrets.

After that revelation, at work, he would arrive at remark about me being an `` ass kisser '' and a `` brown noser '' and other tasteless scuttlebutt relating to my oral exam fixation on my married woman 's ass. He also discovered that Marie gives me the pureness of buying her panty and picking out which duad for her to don each day. Karl made it a gunpoint every day at work to ask me to describe what scanty Marie was wearing that day. Although it was humiliating to respond, I could n't withstand describing them in cracking point, and found myself getting an erection every time I described the panties she was wearing back home base as we spoke.

Another evening, Karl let it be known that he liked the approximation of garter belts and stockings, so later that calendar week we went out and added them to Marie 's wardrobe. We got a whole supporting players, a sexy pitch blackness bra, and a taut V-necked plunge blouse that was so minor it left often of her waist exposed, and a very small sinister mini-skirt with a snatch on one second joint. Underneath was a black supporter whang, string-bikini, stockings set, topped off with a pair of high stiletto cad. It made Marie aspect like the classic Gallic prostitute.

After dinner that dark, I sat in my chairwoman watching them sitting on the sofa when Marie 's allowed her annulus to boost up so Karl could see where the stockings attach to the garter. Although I had watched his hands casually extend to Marie 's legs before, this sentence he said he wanted to sense if they were the silky kind. So Marie slid over and put her wooden leg across his lap, and he began stroking her branch. He got his hand up to the upside of the stockings and even touched her bare thigh `` to compare '' the silkiness of the peel and the stockings. That was bad enough, but then Marie encouraged him to compare how lots softer the interior of her second joint is than the outdoor. I could n't consider the sacrifice she was making for me. When he tried to move his hand up to experience her panties -- we had picked out a matching pitch-dark string bikini, though I had no idea Karl would ever discover it -- she finally brushed him away.

That night, when Marie bid Karl goodnight at the strawman door, the hug became much longer. I stood some space away, but I could see them. They were kissing. It was n't a good-night peck. Their mouth were open, and they were devouring each former. I was petrified. Should I break in it up to protect Marie ? If I did, would I lose my job ? I just stayed watching. After about five moment of necking, Karl 's hands really started working on Marie 's derriere. Soon the skirt was hiked up over her ass, and he was kneading her bottom through the string Bikini. Marie was putting on a good act. She was moving into Karl, not away, as would be anyone 's natural reaction. She actually seemed to be grinding her body against him. They continued groping and fumbling in the threshold for some fourth dimension. And I quietly watched, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible.

When Karl finally left, Marie walked back into the aliveness way. Her hair was mussed up, her lipstick smeared, her wench was hiked up high on her hips, and she walked unsteadily in her high heels -- she looked incredibly sexy. As she came close to me, I saw a hickey on her neck opening, and a big wet, spunk spot on her blouse. I immediately started apologizing to her for putting her through this humiliating experience. I fell to my articulatio genus in front of her and hugged her. In doing so, I wiped my face on Karl 's spunk. I guess it
was a way of sharing the humiliation. We did n't even get to our bedroom. I began nuzzling between her legs, and unsteady on her infantry as she was, we both fell back on the sofa, where Karl and Marie had just been sitting. I continued rubbing my expression between her wooden leg, mixing her sweat and moisture with Karl 's cum and my weeping and saliva. Marie had a shuddering orgasm, and pulled me up to finish making love to her. We fell asleep right there on the couch in each other 's arms.

One Night that week when we were already in bed, the phone rang. It was Karl. He wanted to talk with Marie. As I lay succeeding to her in bed, I listened to their conversation. Marie kept telling him how she was fantasizing about him all the meter, imagining his big glossa filling her mouth and wanting his big cock there too. He apparently was trying to get her to come out to a motel or something, but she kept refusing, saying that they were both married and could n't be seen to go out together. She said he was welcome in our menage as a guest, but she reminded him that she was entertaining him because he was my boss, and she wanted to keep him happy. Then it sounded like he was asking her for sex. `` I 'd really care that too, Karl, '' she said, `` but think about wretched Howie. ``

There was a retentive pause, as Karl talked on the other end. `` I told you before, Karl, that Howie will do whatever I say. '' Another pause.

'' Howie, crawl between my legs, I need to wrap up your ears, '' she said. I did as I was told and started lapping between her legs. I heard her say, `` fill me up, Karl, I want you, big and hard. '' Then, she pressed her thigh against my head, so I could n't get a line much, but as she orgasmed, she loosened her grip, and I heard her still talking into the earpiece, `` Oh, Yes, Karl, yes, do me. ``

It looked like the next dinner was going to be a really particular date. Marie made Karl promise to bring her a present, and said if they were going to embark on really having sex, she wanted a present from him each time, as well as a $ 100 bonus for me in my next pay envelope. Karl seemed to agree, and they hung up.

I thanked Marie for being so self sacrificing for me and for being so dedicated to our marriage, and I apologized for putting her in a positioning where she had to pretend to find Karl attractive and now that she would actually let him own her sexually and have him pay money for it, as though she were a ...., I could n't even say the word to complete the sentence. I told her it was the groovy proof of her dearest for me.

Karl continued to be intolerable at oeuvre. One day, in the meeting of a sales event group meeting, he said, `` Hey, Doll Baby run down and get me a candy bar. '' I went to the vending machine and got him something in a colorful wrapper. When I came back, he said, `` What kinda fag candy is that ? Get me a existent candy bar. '' So I went back and got him another. All the other sales associates watched me kowtow to him, and I again felt absolutely humiliated.

In preparation for the succeeding dinner, I again applied nail polish to Marie, this prison term a hot pink color, and helped her with her hair and reach up ( which seemed to be applied enceinte and darker with each sojourn ). I also helped her woof out her wardrobe. That night, we picked a dyad of compressed little rap spandex short-shorts cut senior high on her ass and low on her waist. They hugged her crotch area, outlining everything, and making it clear that there was nix underneath. Before dinner party, I helped garnish and knock off her pubic area, because the shorts were more revealing than well-nigh Bikini bottoms.

For the top, instead of the usual cleavage-revealing shirt or blouse, we chose a at large hangman's rope top that tied at the scruff of the cervix and across the binding. With no bra underneath, Marie 's breast were left to swing and sway with the slightest apparent motion. Her nipples poked at the reduce cotton material.

Karl did indeed bestow Marie a give, a tasteless negligee, the kind sold in adult Holy Writ stores. To my surprise, Marie bought Karl a demonstrate as well. It was a pair of slippers. She had Karl sit on the sofa as she knelt in front of him, took off his skid, and slipped his feet into the slippers. Then, Marie jumped in his lap, and they started kissing and fooling around. I went back into the kitchen to make final homework for dinner. When I called them in for dinner, they came with much giggling. The ties to Marie 's hackamore top
were untie, and she asked me to help re-tie them.

By now, I had lost my dapple at the dinner party table. Karl had complained that it was a drag seeing my scowling and glum typeface while he ate. At Marie 's suggestion, I had prepared the table for two with cd to sacrifice it a more romantic tone. Marie had also put some intellection into my wardrobe. She had me frock like a waiter, black slacks and white shirt. I spent well-nigh of the dinner in the kitchen.

When not preparing the food, I sat listening to them by the doorway, and waiting for them to call me to suffice them.

After dinner, as Karl and Marie walked into the living way, his handwriting was squeezing her ass. I have to admit that her rear end never looked lovely than in those tight, spandex scant short circuit, and it was understandable that anyone would want to grab her ass, especially the bottom third, that delicious round section where ass meets leg, that was exposed by the knickers riding up her buns.

Marie pretended that she was enjoying Karl 's dirty paws all over her. Again, I was amazed by her devotion to me to allow him to act that way for my interest. As I cleared the table, I saw them making out on the couch. Marie was sort of on top of Karl, kissing him and running her fingers through his hairsbreadth. Karl 's handwriting were planted on Marie 's ass, which was pointed ever so fetchingly in my direction. I watched as he kept slipping his fingers inside her pants. As he worked his hands, her shorts covered less and LE of
her bottom.

Her bottom was so beautiful, I could n't facilitate but be mesmerized and aroused, despite my green-eyed monster. I would have loved to have sucked on her hind end rightfulness then and there, but knew that I could n't because Karl would n't like it.

Marie called me over. `` Baby Doll, we 're getting uncomfortable on the couch. Will you be a good little sister dolly and put fresh sheets on our bed, and light some candles in the bedroom for Karl and me ? ``

I prepared a nice petty love nest for Marie and Karl. We had some scented candles, and I found our flaccid sheets. Finally, I put some soft, romantic music on the CD-player, a come to Marie had n't even asked for. I was looking forward in a perverse way to kneeling at the foot of the bed and watching my beautiful married woman having sex with my horrible animal of a boss.

But the eve did n't go according to my architectural plan. When I returned to the living elbow room, to evidence Karl and Marie that our bedchamber was ready, Karl looked at me like I had just interrupted them, and as though I had no concern being in my own apartment.

Karl told me he wanted an after dinner cognac and cigar to go with his new skidder. He handed me some money and told me to get lost. I wanted to stay. I thought it my rightful billet as Marie 's husband to persist a the foot of my wedlock bed and watch my beaut being ravished by the wildcat, but lodge are social club, and, grudgingly, I had to leave.

'' Oh, and baby Doll, '' Marie added, `` when you get back, I want you to shine Karl 's shoes. They 're all scuffed up, and we ca n't consume our big hirer man walking around with scuffed up shoes. I want you to be a thoroughly horseshoe shine boy make them all nice and shiney. ``

When I came back from the liquor stock, Marie and Karl were in our sleeping accommodation. The doorway was closed, and Karl 's shoes were sitting outside the door, waiting for me to shine them. Also, on the lounge, were Marie 's pink spandex shorts and halter top. Karl must induce stripped her au naturel before they even got into the sleeping accommodation. As I often do when I am alone with Marie 's dirty clothes, which she usually leaves lying around the house for me to nibble up and washing, I rubbed my face in the still moist genitals of her boxers, inhaled
the scent, and played with myself a small bit.

But then I realized I needed to get to forge. I had a job to do. I got out the shoe brush, smooth, and cowcatcher, and sat on the story outside my bedroom door and began shining Karl 's shoes. While doing that, I listened intently to every rustle, giggle, and moan emanating from my sleeping room. The defective contribution was hearing Marie exclaim, `` Oh Karl, fuck me goodness. Oh, God, you fuck so good. Yes, yes, satiate my pussy, Oh God, your cock feels so good. Yes. Harder. You 're so grueling. God, YES. ``

I recognized her vocalism, so I knew it was her. But I had definitely never heard anything of the sort from her in or out of the bedroom. I had never heard a bad word out of her mouth before, and yet this stream of profanity issued from her pure and beautiful lips.

After too long a wait, the door opened and Karl came out. He bent to visit the brake shoe. `` Not too bad, '' he said, `` maybe we 'll get hold a use for you yet. '' He sat on one of our chairs and said, `` seed here, Baby dame. Take off my slipper and put my shoes back on me. '' Shaking with hatred and veneration, I knelt in front man of Karl and put his shoes on him. He looked at the cognac and cigar I had laid out for him. `` Save 'em for next week, '' he said, `` I got ta get household and turn over my married woman a thoroughly nookie too. '' He got up and left without
another word.

I crept into the darken bedroom with the taper still flickering and soft music playing. `` Do you love him Thomas More than me ? '' I whispered, my voice cracking.

'' Oh, mollycoddle skirt, you know mum wuvs her widdle biddie sister, '' Marie said in the infant talking voice she knows that just thaw me.

'' Come to Mama. semen and snog Mama where Big Bad party boss Man made me all sore with his big bad penis. '' I crawled up onto the bed. `` Mama wuvs her widdle biddy baby doll, '' she said again. `` Bad Bossy Mahn made Mama all wet and huuuhrting and duhrrty. ``

I snuggled between her legs, and started lapping and cleaning her inner thighs and the whole jismy and slick area in between.

'' That 's a baby, '' she purred. `` Mama 's cunt wussy all sore fwom big bad man. ``

I brought Marie to a slowly construction, warm and glowing orgasm with my tongue. In the process, I was intent on sucking and licking away every trace of Karl. After her orgasm, she pulled me up. `` Let Mama experience baby 's widdle peenie inside me. '' I wiggled inside her inviting wetness and lovingness. `` Ooooh, babe 's widdle biddie peenie look so courteous and comfy womfy. Not like that big bad honcho man who hurt mamma with his BIG, HARD, putz. ``

Her voice completely changed tone on the finish three words, and as she gasped with what seemed to be the remembering of Karl 's penis pounding inside her, I came with a minuscule small fry, not having been inside her more than than 10 seconds.

As I lay in bed cuddled in the inside spoonful position next to Marie in the wickedness I realized that in one way Karl was a skillful lover than me, and that on one layer he satisfied Marie in a way that I could n't. I felt bad about that, inferior as usual. But I also realized that Marie 's love for me was real, and that she found sex with me satisfying in a way that I knew Karl was incapable of serving her. I became resigned at that moment to the idea that having us both was not only a career rescuer for me, but probably best for Marie as well.

Karl continues to come in for his weekly dinners. He continues to humiliate me at work and at home. I could relinquish my job and find another that probably would be no worse. But I stay there despite the harassment. I recognize that I like being a wimp and a cuckold. Karl is disgusting and does n't really matter. What matters is Marie. My life revolves around her. What I love the most is knowing the power that she has over me. Karl may think he 's in control. But I know better. Marie is the one in the eye who controls everything. I still, and always will, hero-worship the ground she walks on.

Proudly signed,

Willing Wimp .