There is a lot of lecture these days about sexual torment. I am a caseful in breaker point, but with an odd twist. My manful straight boss sexually harasses me, another male heterosexual. How could that be ? It all revolves around my wife. Let me explain.

With one exception, I 've been a nonstarter in life-time. A at a lower place average student, not athletic, no especial talents, not practically to depend at, and barely able to entertain a job as a salesman. All my spirit I 've been called an underperformer. My one achievement has been landing my wife, Marie, a truly gorgeous woman. Marie has a face and body men dream about. She has deep, brown centre and chestnut hair, a naturally lightly tanned skin color, and a full, buxom human body of the hourglass eccentric -- a small waist but plentiful hips and round, inviting bosom and ass. Her feminine beauty is matched by her warmness and an animal magnetism that she exudes. Men have always been drawn to her, and watching men admire and desire her has been my bully rootage of pride. Needless to say, I worship the ground she walks on.

My boss, Karl, is a crude oil, loud, arrogant bully. I admit that he is an in force salesman, part of his natural aggression and assurance, but I ca n't suffer him. He is also very intimidating, and I have always been especially unsure in his presence.

I had the fewest sales of anyone in the company, 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 keep my job, I thought I might invite 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 married woman once at a party political party. I worked up my courage to invite him, and, to my gravid reliever, he did, in fact, accept.

Marie has many fine qualities, 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 vino and foodstuff, clean the house, and cook a prissy dinner. Marie could see that I was very nervous. In the minute before Karl 's arrival, I asked Marie if she was going to change her clothes. She looked surprised. She was wearing her usual, somewhat conservativist wear. `` What 's damage with this ? '' she said. I told her that I would really like it if she could assume something just a trivial bit sexy.

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

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

We went upstairs, and I helped her pick out a tight-fitting, button down knitwork sweater. Although she only owned one really short-change shirt at the clock time, I asked her to put that one on. Marie also generally wore piddling make up, her natural beauty really needs no enhancing, but I asked her to put on lipstick and eye dark 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-place look at Marie, and took one slight action that probably changed the relief of my animation. I reached up, and unbuttoned two more clitoris on her jumper, which revealed her trench, plenteous cleavage. I gave her a kiss before opening the door and greeting Karl.

Karl hardly glanced at me. His eyes lit up at the deal of Marie, and, crude individual that he is, he stared openly and lustfully at Marie 's breasts. Although Karl disgusted me, I also could n't help but finger immense pride in Marie. As I mentioned, I have always enjoyed watching other men admire Marie 's dish ; it makes me feel lucky at least in one -- I would say the most important -- percentage of my life.

dinner went well. I am not very much of a conversationalist, especially with Karl. But Marie kept up a conversation, and I ran back and Forth to the kitchen, bringing peach back and Forth, fetching vino and refilling their methamphetamine. Karl spent most of dinner party 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 sofa. I went to get another bottle of vino. When I came back, I could see that Marie 's shortly doll was hiked up very high up on her thighs. Karl was playing with Marie 's fingers, telling her she should really wear out nail 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 amusing fib about my respective bankruptcy that got Marie laughing. He told her, `` I was just about to fire the footling wimp, and I think I still will. ``

Marie rose to the challenge. `` What if we invited you to dinner Saame prison term next week ? You would n't sack Howie for the next week, would you ? '' As she asked the head, she leaned toward Karl, and her breasts almost spilled out of her perspirer 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 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 future week. Prior to the following dinner, I took Marie out to stag for nail round off. We could n't yield a right manicure, so I told her I would watch 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 metrical unit, 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 fall apart for the next big night. After many endeavor, 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 bosom a bit. Again, I was in charge of buttoning the blouse, and saw to it that it revealed tidy sum of cleavage. I chose a longer, wrap-around skirt that tends to fall and cleave very high up on Marie 's thigh whenever she sits down and crosses her legs.

The dinner was pretty much a repetition 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 jest, hung on every Word, her eye twinkled at everything he said, and she took every opportunity to sweep against him or extend to him.

At one stage, 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 study, but I wish she had n't said it.

Karl wanted a demonstration. So Marie said to me, `` Come here babe dame. '' No one before had ever heard Marie 's secret pet name for me, I was surprised and embarrassed that Marie had used her pet name for me in front of my gaffer. Karl guffawed. I blushed and came toward Marie. `` On your knees, Baby Doll, come to Mama. '' I was mortified, now she had said not only her pet name for me, but her to the highest degree intimate pet name for herself when we are making love. Probably remembering all the concern I had taken during the week in pampering her feet, Marie said, `` Mama 's feet are tired and dirty. Take off my skid and lick my toes
clean and rub down my outwear feet. '' With Karl roaring with laughter and thinking this was the funniest 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 stop. She told me to serve well the next course, and the dinner party continued.

As they became more animated, 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 for thought or wine. They again wound up on the sofa and, indeed, Marie 's skirt fell away, and she made no exploit whatsoever to cover herself, allowing it nearly to reach her genital organ. In fact, I suspect that Karl -- who made no arcanum of looking -- caught at least a glimpse of her step-in. He admired the nail cultivation, holding her hands, and playing with her finger's breadth all the spell. He said he liked redder nail polish, and that with her coloring, she should wear red lip rouge 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 displace me, and, again, Marie got him to go for off for another hebdomad by inviting him to dinner again.

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

Life at workplace was low. Karl would make unprocessed input about Marie 's physical structure and lost no opportunity to belittle me, even in front of my co-workers. He even started calling me Doll Baby in sales meetings, not even getting the name right. He would say, `` skirt Baby, go get me a pack of cigarettes. '' And I would go get them for him.

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

Even on our specify budget, we devoted what money we had to buy provocative blouses and sexy bras that accentuated the fullness of her boob and the depth of her cleavage, and wench that would be trusted to show plenty of creamy thigh.

One dinner party, Karl returned to the interrogative sentence of what Marie could possibly see in me. He said, `` He 's such a loser. He 's a total failure, he 's not good looking, he has no sentiency of humor. Does he let a really big dick, or what ? '' Marie laughed and told him that no, on the contrary, I had a very pocket-sized member. She said that because I would do anything to please her and had so picayune ego, I would work out her anywhere she liked, and that she particularly liked that when I was pleasuring her down below with my clapper, I would lick her both stem and aft, something that none of her previous lovers would do. Karl thought that particularly hilarious.

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

After that Book of Revelation, at body of work, he would make input about me being an `` ass kisser '' and a `` brown noser '' and other tasteless input relating to my viva voce arrested development on my wife 's bottom. He also discovered that Marie gives me the honor of buying her panties and picking out which couplet for her to bear each day. Karl made it a point every day at work to ask me to describe what scanty Marie was wearing that day. Although it was humiliating to answer, I could n't protest describing them in great detail, and found myself getting an erection every time I described the scanty she was wearing back home as we spoke.

Another evening, Karl let it be known that he liked the idea of garter belts and stockings, so later that week we went out and added them to Marie 's closet. We got a hale supporting players, a sexy black bra, and a plastered V-necked plunge blouse that was so small it left much of her waist exposed, and a very small-scale Black person mini-skirt with a slit on one thigh. Underneath was a black-market garter belt, string-bikini, stockings set, topped off with a pair of heights stiletto hound. It made Marie look like the Graeco-Roman French prostitute.

After dinner party 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 supporter. Although I had watched his hired hand casually touch modality Marie 's stage before, this sentence he said he wanted to feel if they were the sleek kind. So Marie slid over and put her peg across his lap, and he began stroking her ramification. He got his deal up to the height of the stockings and even touched her bare thigh `` to equate '' the silkiness of the skin and the stockings. That was bad enough, but then Marie encouraged him to equate how lots softer the inside of her thigh is than the outside. I could n't believe the sacrifice she was making for me. When he tried to move his bridge player up to finger her panties -- we had picked out a rival black string bikini, though I had no estimate Karl would ever discover 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 length away, but I could see them. They were kissing. It was n't a good-night peck. Their backtalk were spread out, and they were devouring each other. I was petrified. Should I infract it up to protect Marie ? If I did, would I lose my job ? I just stayed watching. After about five proceedings of kissing, Karl 's hands really started working on Marie 's derriere. Soon the wench 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 raw reaction. She actually seemed to be grinding her body against him. They continued groping and fumbling in the doorway 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 whisker was mussed up, her lipstick smeared, her skirt 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 pimple on her neck, and a big wet, kindling spot on her blouse. I immediately started apologizing to her for putting her through this chagrin experience. I fell to my human knee in front of her and hugged her. In doing so, I wiped my face on Karl 's tinder. I guess it
was a way of sharing the humiliation. We did n't even get to our sleeping accommodation. I began nuzzling between her legs, 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 sudor and moisture with Karl 's cum and my binge and saliva. Marie had a shuddering sexual climax, and pulled me up to finish making get laid to her. We fell asleep right there on the sofa in each other 's arms.

One night that hebdomad when we were already in bed, the phone rang. It was Karl. He wanted to verbalize 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 fourth dimension, imagining his big glossa filling her mouth 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 household as a Edgar Guest, but she reminded him that she was entertaining him because he was my boss, and she wanted to keep 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 farseeing 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 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 heavily. '' Then, she pressed her second joint against my headway, so I could n't see lots, but as she orgasmed, she loosened her grip, and I heard her still talking into the speech sound, `` Oh, Yes, Karl, yes, do me. ``

It looked like the succeeding dinner party was going to be a real date. Marie made Karl promise to contribute her a present, and said if they were going to start really having sex, she wanted a face from him each time, as well as a $ 100 bonus for me in my following pay envelope. Karl seemed to hold, 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 billet 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 sentence. I told her it was the swell proof of her beloved for me.

Karl continued to be unbearable at piece of work. One day, in the get together of a gross sales get together, he said, `` Hey, Doll child run down and get me a candy bar. '' I went to the peddling car and got him something in a colorful swathe. When I came back, he said, `` What kinda fag confect is that ? Get me a real 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 preparation for the future dinner party, I again applied breeze through fine-tune to Marie, this meter a hot pink colouring, and helped her with her haircloth and make up ( which seemed to be applied heavier and darker with each visit ). I also helped her plectrum out her wardrobe. That nighttime, we picked a pair of tight minuscule pink spandex short-shorts cut high on her rump and low on her waist. They hugged her crotch area, outlining everything, and making it illuminate that there was cipher underneath. Before dinner, I helped trim and shave her pubic area, because the shorts were more unveil than most bikini bottoms.

For the top, instead of the usual cleavage-revealing shirt or blouse, we chose a loosen halter top that tied at the nape of the cervix and across the backrest. With no bra underneath, Marie 's tit were left to swing and sway with the slightest movement. Her nipples poked at the thin cotton material.

Karl did indeed get Marie a present, a tasteless peignoir, the variety sold in adult book stores. To my surprisal, Marie bought Karl a represent as well. It was a span of skidder. She had Karl sit on the sofa as she knelt in strawman of him, took off his shoe, and slipped his metrical unit into the slider. Then, Marie jumped in his lap, and they started kissing and fooling around. I went back into the kitchen to have last cookery for dinner. When I called them in for dinner, they came with much giggling. The linkup to Marie 's hackamore top
were undone, and she asked me to help re-tie them.

By now, I had lost my spot at the dinner party table. Karl had complained that it was a drag seeing my scowling and dark face while he ate. At Marie 's suggestion, I had prepared the mesa for two with candle to sacrifice it a more romantic flavour. Marie had also put some thinking into my wardrobe. She had me clothes like a server, black falloff and white shirt. I spent almost of the dinner in the kitchen.

When not preparing the food for thought, I sat listening to them by the door, 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 tail end never looked lovelier than in those tight, spandex shortly short pants, and it was understandable that anyone would want to catch her ass, especially the tail end third, that delicious round part where ass meets leg, that was exposed by the pants riding up her buns.

Marie pretended that she was enjoying Karl 's dirty hand all over her. Again, I was amazed by her devotion to me to give up 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 fingerbreadth through his tomentum. Karl 's hands were planted on Marie 's ass, which was pointed ever so fetchingly in my steering. I watched as he kept slipping his fingers inside her pants. As he worked his workforce, her shorts covered less and less of
her bottom.

Her bottom was so beautiful, I could n't avail but be mesmerized and aroused, despite my jealousy. I would hold loved to take in sucked on her bottom right then and there, but knew that I could n't because Karl would n't like it.

Marie called me over. `` Baby bird, we 're getting uncomfortable on the sofa. Will you be a good minuscule babe skirt and put invigorated sheets on our bed, and light some candles in the sleeping accommodation for Karl and me ? ``

I prepared a nice picayune love nest for Marie and Karl. We had some scented taper, and I found our easygoing sheets. Finally, I put some diffused, quixotic medicine on the CD-player, a touch sensation Marie had n't even asked for. I was looking forward in a perverse way to kneeling at the human foot of the bed and watching my beautiful married woman having sex with my horrible wolf of a boss.

But the evening did n't go according to my plans. When I returned to the aliveness room, to tell Karl and Marie that our sleeping room was ready, 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 skidder. He handed me some money and told me to get lost. I wanted to stay. I thought it my rightful place as Marie 's husband to stay a the ft of my man and wife bed and watch my beauty being ravished by the beast, but rules of order are ordination, and, grudgingly, I had to leave.

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

When I came back from the pot likker store, Marie and Karl were in our sleeping room. The door was closed, and Karl 's shoes were sitting outside the door, waiting for me to strike them. Also, on the lounge, were Marie 's garden pink spandex boxershorts and halter top. Karl must have stripped her naked before they even got into the chamber. As I often do when I am alone with Marie 's dirty apparel, which she usually leaves lying around the menage for me to pick up and wash, I rubbed my fount in the still damp crotch of her short, inhaled
the perfume, 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 encounter, refinement, and buffers, and sat on the floor outside my sleeping accommodation doorway and began shining Karl 's horseshoe. While doing that, I listened intently to every rustle, giggle, and moan emanating from my sleeping accommodation. The worst part was hearing Marie exclaim, `` Oh Karl, fuck me good. Oh, God, you fuck so good. Yes, yes, fill my pussy, Oh God, your peter flavour so good. 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 sorting from her in or out of the bedroom. I had never heard a bad password out of her mouthpiece before, and yet this watercourse of profanity issued from her pure and beautiful lips.

After too long a wait, the door opened and Karl came out. He bent to inspect the shoes. `` Not too bad, '' he said, `` maybe we 'll encounter a use for you yet. '' He sat on one of our professorship and said, `` Come here, child Doll. need off my slider and put my brake shoe back on me. '' Shaking with hatred and fear, I knelt in nominal head 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 impart 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 flaccid music playing. `` Do you make out him more than me ? '' I whispered, my voice cracking.

'' Oh, mollycoddle dolly, you know mum wuvs her widdle biddie infant, '' Marie said in the baby talking interpreter she knows that just melts me.

'' Come to Mama. semen and kiss momma where Big Bad Boss Man made me all sore with his big bad penis. '' I crawled up onto the bed. `` mom wuvs her widdle biddy baby dolly, '' 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 unharmed jismy and sleek area in between.

'' That 's a babe, '' she purred. `` mama 's kitty-cat wussy all sore fwom big bad man. ``

I brought Marie to a slowly building, fond and glowing orgasm with my tongue. In the cognitive operation, I was purport on sucking and licking away every vestige of Karl. After her orgasm, she pulled me up. `` Let Mama palpate baby 's widdle peenie inside me. '' I wiggled inside her inviting wetness and warmth. `` Ooooh, baby 's widdle biddie peenie feel so squeamish and comfy womfy. Not like that big bad boss man who hurt Mama with his BIG, HARD, COCK. ``

Her voice completely changed tint on the last three words, and as she gasped with what seemed to be the retentivity of Karl 's penis pounding inside her, I came with a piffling squirt, not having been inside her more than 10 seconds.

As I lay in bed cuddled in the inside spoonful location next to Marie in the wickedness I realized that in one way Karl was a unspoilt buff than me, and that on one degree 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 beloved for me was actual, 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 career saver for me, but probably best for Marie as well.

Karl continues to come for his weekly dinner party. He continues to mortify me at work and at home. I could quit my job and recover another that probably would be no tough. 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 living revolves around her. What I love the most is knowing the power that she has over me. Karl may think he 's in ascendance. But I know better. Marie is the one in the middle who controls everything. I still, and always will, worship the land she walks on.

Proudly signed,

volition Wimp .