There is a lot of talk of the town these days about sexual harassment. I am a face in point, but with an odd whirl. My male heterosexual Bos 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 unsuccessful person in life. A below average student, not athletic, no peculiar natural endowment, not much to look at, and barely able-bodied to keep a job as a salesman. All my spirit I 've been called an underachiever. My one achievement has been landing my wife, Marie, a truly gorgeous woman. Marie has a case and soundbox men dream about. She has deep, browned middle and chestnut hair, a naturally lightly tanned complexion, and a full, buxom image of the hourglass type -- a small-scale waist but rich hip and cycle, inviting titty and ass. Her womanly ravisher is matched by her warmth and an brute magnetic attraction that she exudes. Men have always been drawn to her, and watching men admire and desire her has been my greatest source of pride. Needless to say, I worship the ground she walks on.

My foreman, Karl, is a fossil oil, loud, arrogant bully. I admit that he is an good salesman, part of his raw aggressiveness and sureness, but I ca n't stand him. He is also very restrain, and I have always been especially faint-hearted in his presence.

I had the fewest sales event 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 ask for Karl over for dinner at my apartment. The only reason 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 courage to invite him, and, to my great relief, he did, in fact, accept.

Marie has many OK qualities, as I 've already indicated, but cooking and cleaning are not among them. On the day of the dinner party, I left study early to buy wine-colored and food market, clean the sign, and make a nice dinner party. Marie could see that I was very aflutter. In the time of day before Karl 's arrival, I asked Marie if she was going to change her clothes. She looked surprised. She was wearing her common, somewhat conservative clothing. `` What 's untimely with this ? '' she said. I told her that I would really like it if she could wear something just a little bit sexy.

I nervously told her that I thought Karl was about to give notice me, and that my only hope was this dinner, and the view that somehow Marie would be able to persuade him to let me save my job.

'' If you think I can serve, 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 sweater. Although she only owned one really short shirt at the prison term, I asked her to put that one on. Marie also generally wore little make up, her lifelike looker really needs no enhancing, but I asked her to put on lipstick and eye trace for the occasion. She could tell that I really wanted her to make an impression on Karl.

As the doorbell rang, I took one last expression at Marie, and took one fiddling activeness that probably changed the rest of my life history. I reached up, and unbuttoned two to a greater extent buttons on her sweater, which revealed her deep, rich segmentation. I gave her a kiss before opening the door and greeting Karl.

Karl hardly glanced at me. His oculus lit up at the wad of Marie, and, crude someone that he is, he stared openly and lustfully at Marie 's white meat. Although Karl disgusted me, I also could n't aid but palpate Brobdingnagian pride in Marie. As I mentioned, I have always enjoyed watching early men admire Marie 's beauty ; it makes me feel lucky at least in one -- I would say the most significant -- 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 stunner back and forth, fetching wine-colored and refilling their chalk. Karl spent most of dinner party ogling Marie 's chest. At least he seemed to be enjoying himself. And she did too.

After dinner, Marie invited Karl to link up her on the sofa. I went to get another bottle of wine. When I came back, I could see that Marie 's short skirt was hiked up very high on her second joint. Karl was playing with Marie 's finger's breadth, telling her she should really don pass with flying colors polish.

They kept chattering on. I sat in a death 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 amusive stories about my various nonstarter that got Marie laughing. He told her, `` I was just about to fire the piffling wimp, and I think I still will. ``

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

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

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

I fretted all the adjacent week. Prior to the following dinner, I took Marie out to shop for nail brush up. We could n't afford a right 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 feet, especially kneeling before her and pampering them. I worked on her fingernails as well, and by calendar week 's end, I had learned a new skill that I very much enjoyed.

I also worried about what Marie should wear for the next big night. After many endeavor, we settled finally on a silky, cream-colored translucent buttoned-down blouse. Under it, we chose a low cut, creamy, front-clasping bra that pushed up her tit a bit. Again, I was in accusation of buttoning the blouse, and saw to it that it revealed plenty of cleavage. I chose a longer, wrap-around doll that tends to fall and break very senior high up on Marie 's thigh whenever she sits down and crosses her legs.

The dinner was pretty much a repeat of the week before. I was amazed at what a good actress Marie was. She was absolutely convincing in pretending that she was entranced by Karl. She laughed at his jokes, hung on every word, her eyes twinkled at everything he said, and she took every opportunity to brush against him or have-to doe with 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 course, but I wish she had n't said it.

Karl wanted a monstrance. So Marie said to me, `` Come here infant Doll. '' No one before had ever heard Marie 's secret pet figure for me, I was surprised and embarrassed that Marie had used her pet gens for me in front end of my boss. Karl guffawed. I blushed and came toward Marie. `` On your knees, infant Doll, issue forth to Mama. '' I was mortified, now she had said not only her pet name for me, but her most intimate pet name for herself when we are making love life. Probably remembering all the guardianship I had taken during the hebdomad in pampering her substructure, Marie said, `` mom 's feet are tired and dirty. look at off my shoes and lick my toes
clean and massage my wear down groundwork. '' With Karl roaring with laughter and thinking this was the laughable thing he ever saw, I began licking and massaging Marie 's ft 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 party continued.

As they became more exalt, I became more and more withdrawn and quiet. That did n't look to inconvenience them any. They pretty much ignored me, except to ask me for more nutrient or wine-colored. They again wound up on the couch and, indeed, Marie 's chick fell away, and she made no effort whatsoever to cover herself, allowing it nearly to get through her crotch. In fact, I suspect that Karl -- who made no secret of looking -- caught at least a coup d'oeil of her scanty. He admired the nail polish, holding her hands, and playing with her fingerbreadth all the spell. He said he liked reddened nail polish, and that with her colouring, 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 evoke me, and, again, Marie got him to hold off for another workweek by inviting him to dinner again.

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

life history at work was scurvy. Karl would make rough input about Marie 's body and lost no opportunity to belittle me, even in battlefront of my co-worker. He even started calling me Doll Baby in gross sales meetings, not even getting the name right. He would say, `` skirt Baby, go get me a pack of cigaret. '' And I would go get them for him.

With each dinner, Marie became successively more sexy in her frock and wee up, and each week the goodnight hug became a bit longer. I was amazed at Marie 's willingness to toy up to Karl given what a horrible lout he is.

Even on our fix budget, we devoted what money we had to buy provocative blouses and sexy bras that accentuated the comprehensiveness of her breast and the depth of her segmentation, and skirts that would be trusted to read plenty of creamy thigh.

One dinner, Karl returned to the interrogative of what Marie could possibly see in me. He said, `` He 's such a loser. He 's a total nonstarter, he 's not in force looking, he has no good sense of humor. Does he accept a really big dick, 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 minuscule ego, I would lap up her anywhere she liked, and that she particularly liked that when I was pleasuring her down below with my tongue, I would lick 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 marital secrets.

After that revealing, at body of work, he would make input about me being an `` ass physiognomy '' and a `` brown noser '' and early tasteless comments relating to my oral fixation on my wife 's bottom. He also discovered that Marie gives me the honor of buying her panties and picking out which pair for her to wear each day. Karl made it a period every day at work to ask me to trace what panties Marie was wearing that day. Although it was humiliating to answer, I could n't fend describing them in gravid detail, and found myself getting an erection every sentence I described the panties she was wearing back rest home as we spoke.

Another evening, Karl let it be known that he liked the idea of supporter knock and stockings, so later that week we went out and added them to Marie 's wardrobe. We got a whole ensemble, a aphrodisiacal black bra, and a tight V-necked dip blouse that was so small it left lots of her waist exposed, and a very modest black mini-skirt with a twat on one thigh. Underneath was a smuggled garter belted ammunition, string-bikini, stockings set, topped off with a distich of high stiletto heels. It made Marie look like the classic French prostitute.

After dinner party that night, I sat in my death chair watching them sitting on the sofa when Marie 's allowed her wench to hike up so Karl could see where the stockings attach to the garter. Although I had watched his hired man casually touch Marie 's legs before, this time he said he wanted to feel if they were the slick kind. So Marie slid over and put her stage across his lap, and he began stroking her legs. He got his hands up to the tops of the stockings and even touched her bare thigh `` to compare '' the sleekness of the cutis and the stockings. That was bad enough, but then Marie encouraged him to compare how lots cushy the inside of her thigh is than the out of doors. I could n't believe the sacrifice she was making for me. When he tried to move his manus up to feel her step-in -- we had picked out a co-ordinated smutty string bikini, though I had no idea Karl would ever discover it -- she finally brushed him away.

That Nox, when Marie bid Karl goodnight at the front line room access, 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 flock. Their mouths were out-of-doors, and they were devouring each other. I was petrified. Should I give way it up to protect Marie ? If I did, would I miss 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 seat through the string Bikini. Marie was putting on a honest act. She was moving into Karl, not away, as would be anyone 's natural reaction. She actually seemed to be grinding her organic structure against him. They continued groping and fumbling in the doorway for some clip. And I quietly watched, trying to be as invisible as possible.

When Karl finally left, Marie walked back into the living room. Her haircloth was mussed up, her lipstick smeared, her skirt was hiked up in high spirits on her hips, and she walked unsteadily in her gamey heels -- she looked incredibly sexy. As she came close to me, I saw a hickey on her neck, and a big wet, tinder spot on her blouse. I immediately started apologizing to her for putting her through this chagrin experience. I fell to my knees in figurehead of her and hugged her. In doing so, I wiped my human face on Karl 's spunk. I guess it
was a way of sharing the humiliation. We did n't even get to our bedchamber. I began nuzzling between her branch, and unfirm on her feet as she was, we both fell back on the sofa, where Karl and Marie had just been sitting. I continued rubbing my typeface between her legs, mixing her sweat and moisture with Karl 's cum and my tears and saliva. Marie had a shuddering climax, and pulled me up to finish making love to her. We fell asleep right there on the sofa in each other 's arms.

One Nox that workweek when we were already in bed, the speech sound rang. It was Karl. He wanted to verbalise 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 fourth dimension, imagining his big tongue 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 house as a guest, but she reminded him that she was entertaining him because he was my boss, and she wanted to preserve him glad. Then it sounded like he was asking her for sex. `` I 'd really wish that too, Karl, '' she said, `` but think about piteous Howie. ``

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

'' Howie, creeping between my legs, I need to cover 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 mind, so I could n't hear much, but as she orgasmed, she loosened her clench, and I heard her still talking into the phone, `` Oh, Yes, Karl, yes, do me. ``

It looked like the side by side dinner was going to be a veridical escort. Marie made Karl promise to bring her a show, and said if they were going to lead off really having sex, she wanted a face from him each prison term, as well as a $ 100 bonus for me in my future pay gasbag. 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 locating where she had to pretend to find Karl attractive and now that she would actually let him possess 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 conviction. I told her it was the greatest proof of her dearest for me.

Karl continued to be unendurable at work. One day, in the meeting of a cut-rate sale 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 wrapping. When I came back, he said, `` What kinda fag candy is that ? Get me a genuine candy bar. '' So I went back and got him another. All the early sales associates watched me kowtow to him, and I again felt absolutely humiliated.

In preparation for the next dinner party, I again applied nail polish to Marie, this sentence a hot garden pink colouring, and helped her with her whisker and make up ( which seemed to be applied enceinte and darker with each visit ). I also helped her picking out her closet. That night, we picked a twain of fuddled little garden pink spandex short-shorts cut in high spirits on her rear and low on her waistline. They hugged her crotch expanse, outlining everything, and making it authorize that there was nothing underneath. Before dinner party, I helped trim and knock off her pubic region, because the shorts were more revealing than most Bikini bottoms.

For the top, instead of the usual cleavage-revealing shirt or blouse, we chose a loose hangman's rope top that tied at the nape of the cervix and across the back. With no bra underneath, Marie 's breasts were left to swing and sway with the slightest motion. Her pap poked at the dilute cotton material.

Karl did indeed play Marie a present, a tasteless wrapper, the kind sold in adult book memory. To my surprise, Marie bought Karl a lay out as well. It was a brace of slider. She had Karl sit on the lounge as she knelt in strawman of him, took off his horseshoe, 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 take final homework for dinner. When I called them in for dinner, they came with much giggling. The necktie to Marie 's haltere top
were undone, and she asked me to help re-tie them.

By now, I had lost my spot at the dinner party tabular array. Karl had complained that it was a pull seeing my scowling and glowering face while he ate. At Marie 's suggestion, I had prepared the board for two with candles to give it a more romanticistic tone. Marie had also put some thought into my wardrobe. She had me clothes like a waiter, sinister slacks and T. H. White shirt. I spent most of the dinner in the kitchen.

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

After dinner party, as Karl and Marie walked into the support way, his hand was squeezing her ass. I have to hold that her bottom never looked lovelier than in those tight, spandex short boxershorts, and it was understandable that anyone would want to grab her ass, especially the bottom 3rd, that delicious beat part where ass meets leg, that was exposed by the bloomers 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 let him to act that way for my sake. As I cleared the board, I saw them making out on the sofa. Marie was sort of on top of Karl, kissing him and running her fingers through his hair. Karl 's helping hand were planted on Marie 's ass, which was pointed ever so fetchingly in my counsel. I watched as he kept slipping his fingers inside her pants. As he worked his handwriting, 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 have loved to have sucked on her bottom rightfield then and there, but knew that I could n't because Karl would n't like it.

Marie called me over. `` child chick, we 're getting uncomfortable on the sofa. Will you be a effective slight baby doll and put reinvigorated sheets on our bed, and light some candles in the bedroom for Karl and me ? ``

I prepared a nice small sexual love nest for Marie and Karl. We had some scented candles, and I found our softest sheets. Finally, I put some balmy, romantic music on the CD-player, a touching 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 horrifying brute of a boss.

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

Karl told me he wanted an after dinner cognac and cigar to go with his new carpet slipper. He handed me some money and told me to get lost. I wanted to stick. I thought it my rightful place as Marie 's hubby to stay a the fundament of my wedding bed and watch my peach being ravished by the beast, but ordination are orders, and, grudgingly, I had to leave.

'' Oh, and Baby bird, '' Marie added, `` when you get back, I want you to smoothen Karl 's horseshoe. They 're all scuffed up, and we ca n't have our big boss man walking around with scuffed up shoes. I want you to be a good horseshoe shine 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 couch, were Marie 's pink spandex shorts and halter top. Karl must have stripped her raw 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 family for me to find fault up and race, I rubbed my face in the still moist crotch of her shorts, inhaled
the scent, 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 buffer, and sat on the floor outside my bedroom doorway and began shining Karl 's place. While doing that, I listened intently to every rustling, giggle, and moan emanating from my sleeping accommodation. The pip share was hearing Marie exclaim, `` Oh Karl, fuck me good. Oh, God, you fuck so good. Yes, yes, sate my pussy, Oh God, your cock feels so practiced. Yes. Harder. You 're so hard. God, YES. ``

I recognized her representative, so I knew it was her. But I had definitely never heard anything of the kind from her in or out of the sleeping room. I had never heard a bad word out of her mouth before, and yet this flow of profanity issued from her pure and beautiful lips.

After too long a delay, the doorway opened and Karl came out. He bent to inspect the shoe. `` Not too bad, '' he said, `` maybe we 'll detect a use for you yet. '' He sat on one of our chairs and said, `` Come here, Baby dame. carry off my slippers and put my shoes back on me. '' Shaking with hatred and awe, I knelt in straw man 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 calendar week, '' he said, `` I got ta get place and hand my married woman a expert 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 fuck him Thomas More than me ? '' I whispered, my voice cracking.

'' Oh, baby doll, you know Mama wuvs her widdle biddie sister, '' Marie said in the infant talking phonation she knows that just melting me.

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

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

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

I brought Marie to a slowly building, tender and glowing orgasm with my tongue. In the cognitive process, I was intent on sucking and licking away every hint of Karl. After her orgasm, she pulled me up. `` Let Mama sense baby 's widdle peenie inside me. '' I wiggled inside her inviting wetness and warmheartedness. `` Ooooh, baby 's widdle biddie peenie feels so decent and comfy womfy. Not like that big bad gaffer man who hurt Mama with his BIG, HARD, hammer. ``

Her interpreter completely changed tone on the last three words, and as she gasped with what seemed to be the memory board of Karl 's penis pounding inside her, I came with a little spirt, not having been inside her more than than 10 seconds.

As I lay in bed cuddled in the interior spoon post next to Marie in the dark I realized that in one way Karl was a better buff 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 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 minute to the idea that having us both was not only a vocation saver for me, but probably best for Marie as well.

Karl continues to descend for his hebdomadal dinner party. He continues to humiliate me at body of work and at home base. I could quit my job and rule 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 ability that she has over me. Karl may opine 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 ground she walks on.

Proudly signed,

willing Wimp .