There is a lot of talk these daylight about sexual harassment. I am a typesetter's case in point, but with an odd pull. My male heterosexual boss sexually harasses me, another male straight person. How could that be ? It all revolves around my married woman. Let me explain.

With one exception, I 've been a loser in life-time. A downstairs average student, not gymnastic, no special gift, not a great deal to look at, and barely able-bodied to hold a job as a salesman. All my life I 've been called an underachiever. My one achievement has been landing my wife, Marie, a truly gorgeous woman. Marie has a face and torso men dream about. She has deep, brown eye and chestnut tomentum, a naturally lightly tanned skin color, and a full, buxom figure of the hourglass type -- a low waist but sizable hips and round, inviting boob and ass. Her womanly knockout is matched by her warmth and an animal magnetism that she exudes. Men have always been drawn to her, and watching men admire and desire her has been my cracking source of pride. Needless to say, I worship the priming coat she walks on.

My boss, Karl, is a crude, loud, arrogant bully. I admit that he is an effective salesman, portion of his born aggression and self-confidence, but I ca n't stand him. He is also very intimidating, and I have always been especially shy in his presence.

I had the fewest gross revenue of anyone in the company, and simply was n't pulling my weight. I was on probation and on the verge of losing my job. In a last-ditch bid to keep my job, I thought I might invite Karl over for dinner at my apartment. The only ground I thought he might accept the invitation was because I had noticed him eyeing my wife once at a company party. I worked up my braveness to receive him, and, to my great relief, he did, in fact, accept.

Marie has many fine timbre, as I 've already indicated, but cooking and cleaning are not among them. On the day of the dinner party, I left work early to buy wine and market, clean the star sign, and cook a nice dinner. Marie could see that I was very nervous. In the hour before Karl 's arrival, I asked Marie if she was going to change her apparel. She looked storm. She was wearing her usual, somewhat conservative wear. `` What 's unseasonable with this ? '' she said. I told her that I would really like it if she could wear something just a picayune bit sexy.

I nervously told her that I thought Karl was about to fire me, and that my solitary Hope was this dinner party, and the thought that somehow Marie would be able to persuade him to let me go on 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 plunk out a tight-fitting, button down knit sweater. Although she only owned one really short shirt at the fourth dimension, I asked her to put that one on. Marie also generally wore small make up, her natural beauty really needs no enhancing, but I asked her to put on lipstick and eye shadow for the occasion. She could tell that I really wanted her to make an impression on Karl.

As the doorbell rang, I took one lastly expression at Marie, and took one piddling natural process that probably changed the rest of my life. I reached up, and unbuttoned two more release on her perspirer, which revealed her deep, rich cleavage. I gave her a kiss before opening the threshold and greeting Karl.

Karl hardly glanced at me. His eyes lit up at the visual sense 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 sense immense pride in Marie. As I mentioned, I have always enjoyed watching other men admire Marie 's beauty ; it makes me finger golden at least in one -- I would say the most important -- office of my life.

dinner party went well. I am not lots of a conversationalist, especially with Karl. But Marie kept up a conversation, and I ran back and Forth River to the kitchen, bringing saucer back and Forth, fetching wine and refilling their glasses. Karl spent virtually of dinner ogling Marie 's knocker. At least he seemed to be enjoying himself. And she did too.

After dinner, Marie invited Karl to join her on the couch. I went to get another feeding bottle of wine. When I came back, I could see that Marie 's short skirt was hiked up very high school on her second joint. Karl was playing with Marie 's finger, telling her she should really weary nail polish.

They kept chattering on. I sat in a president, sipped my wine, 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 funny fib about my respective failures that got Marie laughing. He told her, `` I was just about to fire the trivial WIMP, and I think I still will. ``

Marie rose to the challenge. `` What if we invited you to dinner same time next hebdomad ? You would n't raise Howie for the side by side workweek, would you ? '' As she asked the interrogative, 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 fiddling 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 doorway, telling him what a fun evening it was. She gave him a hug, and I thought he held it a bit longer than right, but then he left.

I fretted all the next week. Prior to the adjacent dinner party, I took Marie out to shop for breeze through polish. 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 human foot, 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 side by side big Night. After many tries, we settled finally on a silky, creamy-colored translucent button-down blouse. Under it, we chose a low cut, creamy, front-clasping bra that pushed up her titty a bit. Again, I was in electric charge of buttoning the blouse, and saw to it that it revealed mess of cleavage. I chose a longer, wrap-around bird that tends to accrue and split very heights up on Marie 's thigh whenever she sits down and crosses her legs.

The dinner was pretty very much a repeat of the week before. I was amazed at what a safe actress Marie was. She was absolutely convincing in pretending that she was entranced by Karl. She laughed at his jocularity, hung on every word, her eyes twinkled at everything he said, and she took every chance to brush against him or concern him.

At one detail, 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 course of instruction, but I wish she had n't said it.

Karl wanted a presentation. So Marie said to me, `` cum here Baby dame. '' No one before had ever heard Marie 's mystical pet figure for me, I was surprised and embarrassed that Marie had used her pet public figure for me in strawman of my boss. Karl guffawed. I blushed and came toward Marie. `` On your knee joint, Baby skirt, descend to Mama. '' I was mortified, now she had said not only her pet name for me, but her most insinuate pet name for herself when we are making sexual love. Probably remembering all the care I had taken during the workweek in pampering her feet, Marie said, `` Mama 's feet are tired and muddy. take on off my shoes and figure out my toes
clean and massage my tired human foot. '' With Karl roaring with laughter and thinking this was the funniest thing he ever saw, I began licking and massaging Marie 's feet as she sat there at the table.

After it no longer seemed to divert them anymore, Marie told me to stop over. She told me to serve the future course, and the dinner continued.

As they became more reanimate, I became more and more than withdrawn and lull. That did n't appear to bother them any. They pretty much ignored me, except to ask me for more intellectual nourishment or wine-coloured. They again wound up on the couch and, indeed, Marie 's bird fell away, and she made no drive 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 to the lowest degree a coup d'oeil of her panties. He admired the nail polish, holding her hands, and playing with her finger's breadth all the while. He said he liked scarlet nail polish, and that with her coloring, she should wear red lipstick too. Ugh, I thought to myself, Karl the cosmetologist/fashion consultant.

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

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

Life at oeuvre was miserable. Karl would make up crude comments about Marie 's consistence and lost no opportunity to minimize me, even in front of my colleague. He even started calling me Doll sister in sales meetings, not even getting the name right. He would say, `` Doll child, go get me a pack of cigarettes. '' And I would go get them for him.

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

Even on our limited budget, we devoted what money we had to buy provocative blouses and sexy bras that accentuated the fullness of her white meat and the depth of her cleavage, and skirts that would be surely to show great deal 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 salutary looking, he has no signified of humor. Does he deliver a really big cock, or what ? '' Marie laughed and told him that no, on the contrary, I had a very small penis. She said that because I would do anything to please her and had so little ego, I would lick her anywhere she liked, and that she particularly liked that when I was pleasuring her down below with my tongue, I would lap her both fore and aft, something that none of her previous lovers would do. Karl thought that particularly hilarious.

Again, I was embarrassed that Marie was so unfastened with our little marital secrets.

After that divine revelation, at work, he would cause remarks about me being an `` ass visage '' and a `` brown noser '' and other tasteless comments relating to my oral fixation on my wife 's bottom. He also discovered that Marie gives me the purity of buying her panty and picking out which pair for her to fag each day. Karl made it a decimal point every day at oeuvre to ask me to draw what panty Marie was wearing that day. Although it was humiliating to answer, I could n't resist describing them in great detail, and found myself getting an erection every time I described the panty she was wearing back household as we spoke.

Another eve, Karl let it be known that he liked the theme of garter belts and stockings, so later that week we went out and added them to Marie 's wardrobe. We got a whole ensemble, a sexy black bra, and a sloshed V-necked plunge blouse that was so small it left a lot of her waist exposed, and a very pocket-sized black mini-skirt with a slit on one thigh. Underneath was a smutty garter belt, string-bikini, stockings set, topped off with a pair of richly stiletto heel. It made Marie flavour like the classic Gallic prostitute.

After dinner that night, I sat in my chair watching them sitting on the sofa when Marie 's allowed her dame to boost up so Karl could see where the stockings attach to the garter. Although I had watched his hands casually touch Marie 's stage before, this time he said he wanted to feel if they were the silky kind. So Marie slid over and put her legs across his lap, and he began stroking her legs. He got his custody up to the tops of the stockings and even touched her bare thigh `` to equate '' the sleekness of the skin and the stockings. That was bad enough, but then Marie encouraged him to equate how practically softer the inside of her thigh is than the away. I could n't believe the forfeiture she was making for me. When he tried to move his hand up to feel her scanty -- we had picked out a equalize disgraceful cosmic string Bikini, though I had no idea Karl would ever happen upon it -- she finally brushed him away.

That night, when Marie bid Karl goodnight at the front threshold, the hug became much longer. I stood some distance away, but I could see them. They were kissing. It was n't a good-night peck. Their lip were open, and they were devouring each other. I was petrified. Should I break it up to protect Marie ? If I did, would I lose my job ? I just stayed watching. After about five minutes of kissing, 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 goodness act. She was moving into Karl, not away, as would be anyone 's instinctive chemical reaction. She actually seemed to be grinding her trunk against him. They continued groping and fumbling in the door for some time. And I quietly watched, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible.

When Karl finally left, Marie walked back into the living room. Her hair was mussed up, her lip rouge smeared, her skirt was hiked up high on her hip joint, and she walked unsteadily in her high hound -- she looked incredibly sexy. As she came close to me, I saw a zit on her neck opening, and a big wet, spunk patch on her blouse. I immediately started apologizing to her for putting her through this humiliate experience. I fell to my stifle 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 chagrin. We did n't even get to our chamber. I began nuzzling between her legs, and unfirm on her fundament as she was, we both fell back on the lounge, where Karl and Marie had just been sitting. I continued rubbing my aspect between her legs, mixing her sweat and moisture with Karl 's cum and my tears and spit. Marie had a shuddering orgasm, and pulled me up to complete making love to her. We fell asleep right there on the lounge in each other 's arms.

One night that hebdomad when we were already in bed, the phone rang. It was Karl. He wanted to talk with Marie. As I lay next to her in bed, I listened to their conversation. Marie kept telling him how she was fantasizing about him all the time, imagining his big natural language filling her lip and wanting his big hammer 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 house as a client, but she reminded him that she was entertaining him because he was my party boss, and she wanted to preserve him well-chosen. Then it sounded like he was asking her for sex. `` I 'd really like that too, Karl, '' she said, `` but think about poor Howie. ``

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

'' Howie, front crawl between my legs, I need to cover your ear, '' she said. I did as I was told and started lapping between her stage. I heard her say, `` Fill me up, Karl, I want you, big and hard. '' Then, she pressed her thighs against my head, so I could n't hear 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 real particular date. Marie made Karl promise to contribute her a present, and said if they were going to get going 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 concur, and they hung up.

I thanked Marie for being so self sacrificing for me and for being so dedicated to our spousal relationship, and I apologized for putting her in a position where she had to pretend to detect Karl attractive and now that she would actually let him have her sexually and have him pay money for it, as though she were a ...., I could n't even say the Holy Writ to complete the sentence. I told her it was the greatest cogent evidence of her beloved for me.

Karl continued to be unbearable at employment. One day, in the meeting of a sales meeting, he said, `` Hey, Doll babe run down and get me a candy bar. '' I went to the vending automobile and got him something in a colored wrapping. When I came back, he said, `` What kinda fag candy is that ? Get me a very confect bar. '' So I went back and got him another. All the other sales associate degree watched me kowtow to him, and I again felt absolutely humiliated.

In prep for the next dinner, I again applied nail down polish to Marie, this clip a hot pinko color, and helped her with her fuzz and make up ( which seemed to be applied enceinte and darker with each visit ). I also helped her pick out her closet. That dark, we picked a pair of tight short pinko spandex short-shorts cut high on her bottom and low on her waist. They hugged her crotch field, outlining everything, and making it readable that there was nothing underneath. Before dinner, I helped trim and shave her pubic arena, because the shorts were more discover than most bikini bottoms.

For the top, instead of the usual cleavage-revealing shirt or blouse, we chose a loose halter top that tied at the scruff of the neck opening and across the back. With no bra underneath, Marie 's breasts were left to swing and sway with the slightest bm. Her teat poked at the slim down cotton material.

Karl did indeed land Marie a stage, a tasteless housecoat, the kind sold in full-grown book stock. To my surprisal, Marie bought Karl a present as well. It was a pair of slipper. She had Karl sit on the couch as she knelt in front end of him, took off his shoes, 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 preparation for dinner. When I called them in for dinner, they came with a good deal giggling. The tie-in to Marie 's hempen necktie top
were undone, and she asked me to help re-tie them.

By now, I had lost my fleck at the dinner party table. Karl had complained that it was a pull seeing my scowling and glum face while he ate. At Marie 's suggestion, I had prepared the table for two with cd to return it a more romantic look. Marie had also put some opinion into my wardrobe. She had me wearing apparel like a server, shameful slacks and white shirt. I spent nearly of the dinner in the kitchen.

When not preparing the nutrient, I sat listening to them by the doorway, and waiting for them to call me to serve well them.

After dinner party, as Karl and Marie walked into the bread and butter room, his hand was squeezing her ass. I have to admit that her bottom never looked endearing than in those stiff, spandex shortly short circuit, and it was understandable that anyone would require to seize her ass, especially the stern third, that pleasant-tasting turn part where ass meets leg, that was exposed by the trouser riding up her buns.

Marie pretended that she was enjoying Karl 's dirty manus all over her. Again, I was amazed by her devotion to me to allow him to act that way for my sake. 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 digit through his pilus. Karl 's hands were planted on Marie 's ass, which was pointed ever so fetchingly in my direction. I watched as he kept slipping his fingerbreadth inside her drawers. As he worked his paw, her shorts covered less and less of
her bottom.

Her bottom was so beautiful, I could n't help but be mesmerized and aroused, despite my jealousy. I would possess loved to have sucked on her bum right hand then and there, but knew that I could n't because Karl would n't like it.

Marie called me over. `` babe Doll, we 're getting uncomfortable on the sofa. Will you be a good short infant doll and put sweet canvas on our bed, and light some cd in the bedroom for Karl and me ? ``

I prepared a nice minuscule love snuggle for Marie and Karl. We had some scented standard candle, and I found our indulgent tack. Finally, I put some soft, romantic medicine on the CD-player, a touch Marie had n't even asked for. I was looking forward in a contrary way to kneeling at the ft of the bed and watching my beautiful wife having sex with my frightful savage of a boss.

But the evening did n't go according to my plans. When I returned to the life room, to evidence Karl and Marie that our sleeping accommodation was set, Karl looked at me like I had just interrupted them, and as though I had no business being in my own apartment.

Karl told me he wanted an after dinner cognac and cigar to go with his new slippers. He handed me some money and told me to get lost. I wanted to stay. I thought it my rightful office as Marie 's husband to stay a the foot of my wedlock bed and watch my beauty being ravished by the wolf, but orders are orders, and, grudgingly, I had to leave.

'' Oh, and Baby Doll, '' Marie added, `` when you get back, I want you to shine Karl 's skid. They 're all scuffed up, and we ca n't own our big hirer man walking around with scuffed up shoes. I want you to be a good shoe effulgence boy make them all prissy and shiney. ``

When I came back from the liquor stock, Marie and Karl were in our chamber. The door was closed, and Karl 's shoes were sitting outside the doorway, waiting for me to glint them. Also, on the sofa, were Marie 's pink spandex drawers and hemp top. Karl must give stripped her raw 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 pick up and wash, I rubbed my facial expression in the still moist crotch of her shorts, inhaled
the fragrance, and played with myself a little bit.

But then I realized I needed to get to work. I had a job to do. I got out the shoe copse, fine-tune, and buffers, and sat on the floor outside my bedroom threshold and began shining Karl 's shoes. While doing that, I listened intently to every rustle, giggle, and moan emanating from my chamber. The worst function was hearing Marie exclaim, `` Oh Karl, fuck me good. Oh, God, you fuck so good. Yes, yes, occupy my slit, Oh God, your cock flavour so unspoiled. Yes. Harder. You 're so hard. God, YES. ``

I recognized her vox, so I knew it was her. But I had definitely never heard anything of the sort from her in or out of the chamber. I had never heard a bad word out of her back talk before, and yet this current 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 shoes. `` Not too bad, '' he said, `` maybe we 'll find a use for you yet. '' He sat on one of our professorship and said, `` Come here, babe skirt. lease off my slippers and put my shoes back on me. '' Shaking with hatred and fear, I knelt in front of Karl and put his place 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 home and move over my married woman a skilful fuck too. '' He got up and left without
another word.

I crept into the darken bedroom with the candle still flickering and indulgent music playacting. `` Do you love him more than me ? '' I whispered, my phonation cracking.

'' Oh, baby doll, you know mammy wuvs her widdle biddie baby, '' Marie said in the baby talk vocalisation she knows that just melts me.

'' cum to ma. Come and kiss mammy where Big Bad 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 momma all wet and huuuhrting and duhrrty. ``

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

'' That 's a babe, '' she purred. `` Mama 's pussy 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 sexual climax, she pulled me up. `` Let mama find baby 's widdle peenie inside me. '' I wiggled inside her inviting wetness and warmth. `` Ooooh, child 's widdle biddie peenie smell so nice and comfy womfy. Not like that big bad boss man who hurt mama with his BIG, HARD, COCK. ``

Her vocalization completely changed feeling on the last three Bible, and as she gasped with what seemed to be the store of Karl 's phallus throbbing inside her, I came with a little spurt, not having been inside her more than 10 seconds.

As I lay in bed cuddled in the inside spoon location next to Marie in the dark I realized that in one way Karl was a practiced fan than me, and that on one level 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 dearest for me was genuine, 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 melodic theme that having us both was not only a career saver for me, but probably upright for Marie as well.

Karl continues to get for his hebdomadally dinner. He continues to humiliate me at work and at domicile. I could depart 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 powerfulness that she has over me. Karl may think he 's in control. But I know better. Marie is the one in the middle who controls everything. I still, and always will, worship the terra firma she walks on.

Proudly signed,

willing WIMP .