There is a lot of talk these days about sexual harassment. I am a caseful in point, but with an odd twist. My manful heterosexual honcho sexually harasses me, another male person straight. How could that be ? It all revolves around my married woman. Let me explain.

With one exception, I 've been a failure in spirit. A down the stairs average student, not athletic, no limited natural endowment, not a great deal to face at, and barely able to hold a job as a salesman. All my life I 've been called an underachiever. My one accomplishment has been landing my wife, Marie, a truly gorgeous fair sex. Marie has a case and body men dream about. She has deep, brown eyes and chestnut hair, a naturally lightly tanned skin colour, and a full, curvaceous name of the hourglass type -- a small waist but ample pelvic girdle and round, inviting breasts and ass. Her womanly beauty is matched by her warmth and an fauna magnetism that she exudes. Men have always been drawn to her, and watching men admire and desire her has been my slap-up source of pride. Needless to say, I worship the ground she walks on.

My boss, Karl, is a crude, loud, chesty bully. I admit that he is an effective salesman, part of his rude hostility and confidence, but I ca n't put up him. He is also very intimidating, and I have always been especially timid in his presence.

I had the few sales agreement of anyone in the company, and simply was n't pulling my free weight. I was on probation and on the threshold of losing my job. In a last-ditch bid to hold open my job, I thought I might ask in Karl over for dinner at my apartment. The lone grounds 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 take in him, and, to my dandy relief, he did, in fact, accept.

Marie has many fine calibre, as I 've already indicated, but cooking and cleaning are not among them. On the day of the dinner, I left body of work early to buy wine and market, clean the house, and wangle a skillful dinner. Marie could see that I was very nervous. In the minute before Karl 's arriver, I asked Marie if she was going to change her clothes. She looked surprised. She was wearing her usual, somewhat buttoned-down wearable. `` What 's legal injury with this ? '' she said. I told her that I would really like it if she could fag something just a little bit sexy.

I nervously told her that I thought Karl was about to fire me, and that my alone Bob Hope was this dinner party, and the thought that somehow Marie would be able to persuade him to let me keep my job.

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

We went upstairs, and I helped her pick out a tight-fitting, button down knit jumper. Although she only owned one really unretentive shirt at the time, I asked her to put that one on. Marie also generally wore little make up, her natural beauty really needs no enhancing, but I asked her to put on lipstick and eye shadow for the function. She could tell that I really wanted her to make an picture on Karl.

As the bell rang, I took one last spirit at Marie, and took one little legal action that probably changed the rest of my life. I reached up, and unbuttoned two more clit on her perspirer, which revealed her deep, ample segmentation. I gave her a kiss before opening the door and greeting Karl.

Karl hardly glanced at me. His eyes lit up at the mountain of Marie, and, crude person that he is, he stared openly and lustfully at Marie 's chest. Although Karl disgusted me, I also could n't help but feel immense superbia in Marie. As I mentioned, I have always enjoyed watching other men admire Marie 's beauty ; it makes me experience lucky at least in one -- I would say the most crucial -- part of my life.

dinner party went well. I am not much of a conversationalist, especially with Karl. But Marie kept up a conversation, and I ran back and Forth to the kitchen, bringing dishes back and forth, fetching wine-colored and refilling their looking glass. Karl spent most of dinner 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 couch. I went to get another bottle of wine. When I came back, I could see that Marie 's shortstop dame was hiked up very gamy on her second joint. Karl was playing with Marie 's fingers, telling her she should really wear nail polish.

They kept chattering on. I sat in a chair, 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 amusing stories about my various loser that got Marie laughing. He told her, `` I was just about to displace the little wimp, and I think I still will. ``

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

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

As he left, Marie stood at the room access, 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 side by side hebdomad. Prior to the next dinner, I took Marie out to shop for nail polish. We could n't afford a proper manicure, so I told her I would larn 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 feet, 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 break for the side by side big nighttime. After many try, 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 charge of buttoning the blouse, and saw to it that it revealed plenty of segmentation. I chose a longer, wrap-around skirt that tends to fall and split very high up on Marie 's thigh whenever she sits down and crosses her legs.

The dinner was pretty often a repeat of the week before. I was amazed at what a near actress Marie was. She was absolutely convincing in pretending that she was entranced by Karl. She laughed at his laugh, hung on every word, her eye twinkled at everything he said, and she took every opportunity to sweep against him or touch him.

At one head, Karl asked Marie what she saw in me. She commented on my `` sugariness, '' 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 path, but I wish she had n't said it.

Karl wanted a demonstration. So Marie said to me, `` semen here sister doll. '' No one before had ever heard Marie 's arcanum pet name for me, I was surprised and embarrassed that Marie had used her pet name for me in front of my Bos. Karl guffawed. I blushed and came toward Marie. `` On your knees, Baby dame, come to mama. '' I was mortified, now she had said not only her pet name for me, but her nearly intimate pet figure for herself when we are making love. Probably remembering all the care I had taken during the week in pampering her invertebrate foot, Marie said, `` momma 's feet are tired and dirty. Take off my horseshoe and work my toes
clean and massage my sap infantry. '' With Karl roaring with laugh 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 amuse them anymore, Marie told me to stop. She told me to serve the next course, and the dinner continued.

As they became more enliven, I became more and more withdrawn and quiet. That did n't seem to bother them any. They pretty much ignored me, except to ask me for more food or wine. They again wound up on the lounge and, indeed, Marie 's skirt fell away, and she made no attempt whatsoever to plow herself, allowing it nearly to reach 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 polish, holding her hands, and playing with her finger all the patch. He said he liked ruby-red nail polish, and that with her food color, she should tire out red lipstick too. Ugh, I thought to myself, Karl the cosmetologist/fashion consultant.

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

So started our own petty 1001 Nights. The only affair that kept me from being fired, was my married woman 's promise to continue her seductive dinners.

Life at piece of work was miserable. Karl would make crude input about Marie 's body and lost no chance to belittle me, even in front of my co-workers. He even started calling me Doll child in sales merging, not even getting the name right. He would say, `` wench Baby, go get me a pack of cigarettes. '' And I would go get them for him.

With each dinner party, Marie became successively more aphrodisiac in her dress and relieve oneself up, and each week the goodnight hug became a bit longer. I was amazed at Marie 's willingness to play up to Karl given what a frightful clod he is.

Even on our fix budget, we devoted what money we had to buy provocative blouses and aphrodisiacal bras that accentuated the fullness of her breasts and the depth of her cleavage, and skirts that would be sure to show mass of creamy thigh.

One dinner, Karl returned to the inquiry of what Marie could possibly see in me. He said, `` He 's such a also-ran. He 's a tot up failure, he 's not adept looking, he has no signified of humor. Does he have got a really big tool, or what ? '' Marie laughed and told him that no, on the contrary, I had a very small-scale 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 lingua, I would work 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 open with our little married secrets.

After that revelation, at work, he would make remarks about me being an `` ass kisser '' and a `` brown noser '' and other tasteless comments relating to my oral fixation on my married woman 's bottom. He also discovered that Marie gives me the honor of buying her panties and picking out which twosome for her to wear each day. Karl made it a point every day at piece of work to ask me to distinguish what pantie Marie was wearing that day. Although it was humiliating to answer, I could n't dissent describing them in groovy detail, and found myself getting an erection every time I described the panties she was wearing back household as we spoke.

Another evening, Karl let it be known that he liked the musical theme of garter belt and stockings, so later that workweek we went out and added them to Marie 's closet. We got a wholly ensemble, a sexy black bra, and a stringent V-necked plunge blouse that was so diminished it left lots of her shank exposed, and a very small black mini-skirt with a slit on one thigh. Underneath was a black supporter rap, string-bikini, stockings set, topped off with a twosome of high stiletto heels. It made Marie aspect like the Greco-Roman Gallic prostitute.

After dinner that night, I sat in my chair watching them sitting on the sofa when Marie 's allowed her skirt to hike up so Karl could see where the stockings attach to the garter. Although I had watched his hands casually touch Marie 's wooden leg before, this time he said he wanted to feel if they were the silky variety. So Marie slid over and put her legs across his lap, and he began stroking her legs. He got his hands up to the circus tent of the stockings and even touched her bare second joint `` to compare '' the silkiness of the skin and the stockings. That was bad enough, but then Marie encouraged him to compare how a good deal softer the inside of her thigh is than the exterior. I could n't consider the sacrifice she was making for me. When he tried to displace his hand up to finger her scanty -- we had picked out a matching black string bikini, though I had no idea Karl would ever light upon it -- she finally brushed him away.

That night, when Marie bid Karl goodnight at the front door, 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 mouthpiece were open, and they were devouring each other. I was petrified. Should I break it up to protect Marie ? If I did, would I misplace my job ? I just stayed watching. After about five mo of kissing, Karl 's hands really started working on Marie 's derriere. Soon the dame was hiked up over her ass, and he was kneading her hindquarters through the string two-piece. Marie was putting on a good act. She was moving into Karl, not away, as would be anyone 's lifelike reaction. She actually seemed to be grinding her body against him. They continued groping and fumbling in the room access 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 pilus was mussed up, her lipstick smeared, her chick was hiked up high on her pelvic girdle, and she walked unsteadily in her gamey hound -- she looked incredibly sexy. As she came close to me, I saw a hickey on her neck, and a big wet, spunk spotlight on her blouse. I immediately started apologizing to her for putting her through this humiliating experience. I fell to my human knee in front of her and hugged her. In doing so, I wiped my expression 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 unfirm on her animal foot as she was, we both fell back on the sofa, where Karl and Marie had just been sitting. I continued rubbing my face between her legs, mixing her fret and wet with Karl 's cum and my rip and saliva. Marie had a shuddering orgasm, and pulled me up to finish making know to her. We fell asleep right there on the sofa in each other 's arms.

One Night that calendar week when we were already in bed, the telephone rang. It was Karl. He wanted to sing 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 tongue filling her mouth and wanting his big pecker 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 invitee, 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 wish that too, Karl, '' she said, `` but think about poor Howie. ``

There was a farsighted 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 cover your spike, '' she said. I did as I was told and started lapping between her pegleg. I heard her say, `` fill me up, Karl, I want you, big and hard. '' Then, she pressed her second joint against my head, so I could n't get wind practically, but as she orgasmed, she loosened her grip, and I heard her still talking into the earphone, `` Oh, Yes, Karl, yes, do me. ``

It looked like the next dinner was going to be a real date. Marie made Karl hope to bring her a present, and said if they were going to start really having sex, she wanted a award from him each metre, 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 ego sacrificing for me and for being so dedicated to our marriage, and I apologized for putting her in a position where she had to pretend to line up 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 Good Book to discharge the sentence. I told her it was the greatest cogent evidence of her making love for me.

Karl continued to be unendurable at study. One day, in the encounter of a sales coming together, he said, `` Hey, Doll Baby run down and get me a candy bar. '' I went to the vending simple machine and got him something in a colored wrapping. When I came back, he said, `` What kinda fag confect is that ? Get me a real 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 future dinner party, I again applied nail Polish to Marie, this time a hot pink color, and helped her with her hair's-breadth and make up ( which seemed to be applied grievous and darker with each visit ). I also helped her filling out her press. That night, we picked a dyad of fast little tap spandex short-shorts cut high on her bottom and low on her waist. They hugged her crotch area, outlining everything, and making it open that there was nothing underneath. Before dinner, I helped trim and shave her pubic arena, because the short were more revealing than about 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 and across the back. With no bra underneath, Marie 's knocker were left to swing and sway with the thin movement. Her mamilla poked at the thin cotton fiber material.

Karl did indeed make for Marie a present, a tasteless negligee, the kind sold in adult book stores. To my surprisal, Marie bought Karl a show as well. It was a distich of slider. She had Karl sit on the sofa as she knelt in front of him, took off his skid, and slipped his foot into the slippers. Then, Marie jumped in his lap, and they started kissing and fooling around. I went back into the kitchen to make concluding preparations for dinner party. When I called them in for dinner, they came with much giggling. The tie to Marie 's hempen necktie top
were untie, and she asked me to help oneself re-tie them.

By now, I had lost my berth at the dinner party mesa. Karl had complained that it was a drag seeing my scowling and saturnine nerve while he ate. At Marie 's proposition, I had prepared the table for two with candela to return it a more romantic feel. Marie had also put some opinion into my wardrobe. She had me clothes like a server, ignominious mire and Andrew D. White shirt. I spent most of the dinner in the kitchen.

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

After dinner, as Karl and Marie walked into the living room, his hand was squeezing her ass. I have to admit that her bottom never looked endearing than in those tight, spandex light shorts, and it was apprehensible that anyone would want to grab her ass, especially the bottom third gear, that delicious round 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 rice beer. As I cleared the mesa, I saw them making out on the couch. Marie was sort of on top of Karl, kissing him and running her fingerbreadth through his hair's-breadth. Karl 's hand were planted on Marie 's ass, which was pointed ever so fetchingly in my direction. I watched as he kept slipping his digit inside her knickers. As he worked his hands, her shorts covered less and lupus erythematosus of
her bottom.

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

Marie called me over. `` child doll, we 're getting uncomfortable on the couch. Will you be a good small babe doll and put refreshing sheets on our bed, and light some candles in the bedchamber for Karl and me ? ``

I prepared a nice small love life nest for Marie and Karl. We had some scented candles, and I found our softest canvass. Finally, I put some piano, romantic music on the CD-player, a stir 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 wife having sex with my horrible brute of a boss.

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

Karl told me he wanted an after dinner party 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 true spot as Marie 's husband to stay a the substructure of my spousal relationship bed and watch my beauty being ravished by the beast, but rescript are orders, and, grudgingly, I had to leave.

'' Oh, and sister Doll, '' Marie added, `` when you get back, I want you to shine Karl 's brake shoe. They 're all scuffed up, and we ca n't cause our big boss man walking around with scuffed up shoes. I want you to be a good brake shoe radiancy boy make them all nice and shiney. ``

When I came back from the liquor computer storage, Marie and Karl were in our bedroom. The door was closed, and Karl 's shoes were sitting outside the door, waiting for me to shine them. Also, on the sofa, were Marie 's pink spandex shorts and hangman's halter top. Karl must have stripped her naked before they even got into the bedroom. 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 brass in the still moist genitalia of her boxers, inhaled
the smell, 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 brush, polish, and buffers, and sat on the floor outside my chamber door and began shining Karl 's place. While doing that, I listened intently to every rustle, giggle, and moan emanating from my sleeping accommodation. The worst share was hearing Marie exclaim, `` Oh Karl, fuck me ripe. Oh, God, you fuck so thoroughly. Yes, yes, fill up my puss, Oh God, your rooster feels so beneficial. Yes. Harder. You 're so hard. God, YES. ``

I recognized her voice, so I knew it was her. But I had definitely never heard anything of the sort from her in or out of the sleeping room. 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 doorway opened and Karl came out. He bent to scrutinize the shoes. `` Not too bad, '' he said, `` maybe we 'll find a use for you yet. '' He sat on one of our chair and said, `` seminal fluid here, sister Doll. Take off my slippers and put my shoes back on me. '' Shaking with hatred and fear, I knelt in front line of Karl and put his shoes on him. He looked at the cognac and cigar I had laid out for him. `` Save 'em for adjacent workweek, '' he said, `` I got ta get home and pass my wife a good fucking too. '' He got up and left without
another word.

I crept into the darkened bedroom with the candles still flickering and soft music playacting. `` Do you be intimate him Thomas More than me ? '' I whispered, my voice cracking.

'' Oh, baby wench, you know mama wuvs her widdle biddie baby, '' Marie said in the child lecture voice she knows that just melts me.

'' Come to mummy. Come and kiss mammy where Big Bad boss Man made me all sore with his big bad penis. '' I crawled up onto the bed. `` mommy wuvs her widdle chick 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 second joint and the whole jismy and guileful area in between.

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

I brought Marie to a slowly building, warmly and glowing orgasm with my tongue. In the physical process, I was purport on sucking and licking away every touch of Karl. After her orgasm, she pulled me up. `` Let Mama find infant 's widdle peenie inside me. '' I wiggled inside her inviting wetness and warmth. `` Ooooh, baby 's widdle biddie peenie feeling so nice and comfy womfy. Not like that big bad boss man who hurt Mama with his BIG, HARD, prick. ``

Her voice completely changed tone on the last three wrangle, and as she gasped with what seemed to be the memory of Karl 's member buffeting inside her, I came with a short squirt, not having been inside her more than 10 seconds.

As I lay in bed cuddled in the inside spoon emplacement next to Marie in the shadow I realized that in one way Karl was a better lover than me, and that on one point 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 true, 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 estimate that having us both was not only a calling saver for me, but probably best for Marie as well.

Karl continues to follow for his weekly dinners. He continues to abase me at oeuvre and at home. I could quit my job and find another that probably would be no speculative. 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 story revolves around her. What I love the most is knowing the mogul that she has over me. Karl may suppose he 's in controller. But I know better. Marie is the one in the middle who controls everything. I still, and always will, idolize the ground she walks on.

Proudly signed,

willing chicken .