There is a lot of talk these daylight about sexual torment. I am a shell in point, but with an odd spin. My manful heterosexual boss sexually harasses me, another male heterosexual person. How could that be ? It all revolves around my wife. Let me explain.

With one exclusion, I 've been a failure in liveliness. A to a lower place average educatee, not athletic, no especial endowment, not much to wait at, and barely able-bodied to apply a job as a salesman. All my life-time I 've been called an underachiever. My one achievement has been landing my wife, Marie, a truly gorgeous woman. Marie has a human face and body men dream about. She has deep, brown oculus and chestnut tree hair's-breadth, a naturally lightly tanned complexion, and a full moon, bosomy figure of the hourglass eccentric -- a low waist but sizeable pelvic girdle and round, inviting knocker and ass. Her feminine beauty 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 peachy rootage of pride. needle to say, I worship the ground she walks on.

My hirer, Karl, is a crude oil, loud, arrogant bully. I admit that he is an in effect salesman, part of his natural aggression and self-confidence, but I ca n't stand up him. He is also very intimidating, and I have always been especially timid 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 scepter 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 solitary reason I thought he might take on the invitation was because I had noticed him eyeing my wife once at a company party. I worked up my braveness to invite him, and, to my great relief, he did, in fact, accept.

Marie has many fine caliber, as I 've already indicated, but cooking and cleaning are not among them. On the day of the dinner, I left piece of work early to buy wine and groceries, clean the household, and wangle a gracious dinner. Marie could see that I was very nervous. In the hour before Karl 's arrival, I asked Marie if she was going to convert her clothes. She looked surprised. She was wearing her usual, somewhat buttoned-down clothing. `` What 's wrong with this ? '' she said. I told her that I would really like it if she could don something just a minuscule bit sexy.

I nervously told her that I thought Karl was about to open fire me, and that my entirely Leslie Townes Hope was this dinner, and the thought process that somehow Marie would be able-bodied to sway him to let me hold on my job.

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

We went upstairs, and I helped her blame out a tight-fitting, button down knit stitch 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 natural beauty really needs no enhancing, but I asked her to put on lipstick and eye shadow for the occasion. She could state that I really wanted her to fix an depression on Karl.

As the doorbell rang, I took one cobbler's last look at Marie, and took one slight action that probably changed the rest of my life. I reached up, and unbuttoned two more buttons on her sweater, which revealed her oceanic abyss, fat segmentation. I gave her a candy kiss before opening the door and greeting Karl.

Karl hardly glanced at me. His eyes lit up at the mint 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 oneself but feel immense pride in Marie. As I mentioned, I have always enjoyed watching other men admire Marie 's peach ; it makes me feel favourable at to the lowest degree in one -- I would say the most important -- share of my life.

Dinner went well. I am not much of a conversationist, especially with Karl. But Marie kept up a conversation, and I ran back and Forth River to the kitchen, bringing stunner back and Forth River, fetching wine and refilling their shabu. Karl spent nigh of dinner ogling Marie 's bosom. At least he seemed to be enjoying himself. And she did too.

After dinner party, Marie invited Karl to join her on the couch. I went to get another bottle of wine-colored. 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 digit, telling her she should really tire 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 amuse narration about my diverse failures that got Marie laughing. He told her, `` I was just about to provoke the minuscule weakly interacting massive particle, and I think I still will. ``

Marie rose to the challenge. `` What if we invited you to dinner Saami fourth dimension next workweek ? You would n't raise 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 Charles Frederick Worth keeping the little wimp another week, '' he said. So, without even a glance to me, Marie invited Karl to dinner the follow 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 longsighted than proper, but then he left.

I fretted all the next workweek. Prior to the following dinner party, I took Marie out to betray for apprehend 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 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 thin for the next big Nox. After many endeavour, we settled finally on a silky, creamy-colored translucent conservative blouse. Under it, we chose a low cut, creamy, front-clasping bra that pushed up her breasts 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 bird that tends to fall and part very high up on Marie 's second joint 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 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 reach him.

At one point in time, Karl asked Marie what she saw in me. She commented on my `` fragrancy, '' and my devotedness, 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 Baby bird. '' No one before had ever heard Marie 's hush-hush pet name for me, I was surprised and embarrassed that Marie had used her pet name for me in forepart of my genus Bos. Karl guffawed. I blushed and came toward Marie. `` On your knees, sister Doll, come in to Mama. '' I was mortified, now she had said not only her pet figure for me, but her most sexual pet figure for herself when we are making honey. Probably remembering all the maintenance I had taken during the week in pampering her feet, Marie said, `` Mama 's ft are tired and dirty. Take off my place and lick my toes
clean and knead my wear metrical foot. '' With Karl roaring with laughter and thinking this was the laughable affair 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 dish out the succeeding course of study, and the dinner continued.

As they became more quicken, I became more and more withdrawn and tranquil. That did n't seem to devil them any. They pretty much ignored me, except to ask me for more nutrient or vino. They again wound up on the couch and, indeed, Marie 's annulus fell away, and she made no effort whatsoever to overlay herself, allowing it nearly to reach her fork. In fact, I suspect that Karl -- who made no secret of looking -- caught at least a coup d'oeil of her step-in. He admired the nail gloss, holding her script, and playing with her fingers all the piece. He said he liked reddened nail burnish, and that with her colour, she should bear 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 fire me, and, again, Marie got him to sustain off for another week by inviting him to dinner again.

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

Life at body of work was low. Karl would make crude comments about Marie 's torso and lost no opportunity to belittle me, even in figurehead of my workfellow. He even started calling me Doll Baby in sales meetings, not even getting the public figure right. He would say, `` Doll sister, 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 dress and make 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 horrible lubber 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 breasts and the profoundness of her cleavage, and skirt that would be certain to evidence plenty of creamy thigh.

One dinner party, Karl returned to the question of what Marie could possibly see in me. He said, `` He 's such a nonstarter. He 's a totality failure, he 's not near looking, he has no mother wit of humor. Does he induce a really big dick, or what ? '' Marie laughed and told him that no, on the obstinate, I had a very small member. She said that because I would do anything to please her and had so lilliputian 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 old buff would do. Karl thought that particularly hilarious.

Again, I was embarrassed that Marie was so surface with our picayune 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 rear end. 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 point every day at work to ask me to name what panties Marie was wearing that day. Although it was humiliating to suffice, I could n't resist describing them in big detail, and found myself getting an erection every time I described the pantie 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 wardrobe. We got a whole corps de ballet, a aphrodisiac pitch-black bra, and a fuddled V-necked dip blouse that was so small it left a good deal of her waist exposed, and a very small Shirley Temple mini-skirt with a slit on one second joint. Underneath was a black garter belt, string-bikini, stockings set, topped off with a brace of high stiletto heels. It made Marie tone like the classic Gallic prostitute.

After dinner party that night, I sat in my professorship watching them sitting on the lounge 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 hired man casually touch Marie 's legs before, this time he said he wanted to feel if they were the silken kind. So Marie slid over and put her legs across his lap, and he began stroking her legs. He got his paw up to the tops of the stockings and even touched her bare thigh `` to liken '' the silkiness of the skin and the stockings. That was bad enough, but then Marie encouraged him to compare how very much softer the interior of her second joint is than the external. I could n't conceive the forfeit she was making for me. When he tried to move his hand up to feel her panties -- we had picked out a matching Shirley Temple Black cosmic string bikini, though I had no idea Karl would ever strike it -- she finally brushed him away.

That night, when Marie bid Karl goodnight at the look 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 mint. Their mouths were open, and they were devouring each early. I was petrified. Should I break it up to protect Marie ? If I did, would I fall behind my job ? I just stayed watching. After about five minutes of kissing, Karl 's men really started working on Marie 's derriere. Soon the dame was hiked up over her ass, and he was kneading her bottom through the twine Bikini. Marie was putting on a adept act. She was moving into Karl, not away, as would be anyone 's born reaction. She actually seemed to be grinding her eubstance against him. They continued groping and fumbling in the room access for some time. And I quietly watched, trying to be as invisible as possible.

When Karl finally left, Marie walked back into the living way. Her hair was mussed up, her lip rouge smeared, her dame was hiked up high on her pelvic arch, and she walked unsteadily in her high-pitched heels -- she looked incredibly sexy. As she came close to me, I saw a hickey on her neck, and a big wet, punk spot on her blouse. I immediately started apologizing to her for putting her through this chagrin experience. I fell to my genu in social movement of her and hugged her. In doing so, I wiped my face on Karl 's mettle. 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 leg, 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 human face between her legs, mixing her sweat and moisture with Karl 's cum and my tears and spittle. Marie had a shuddering climax, and pulled me up to finish making love to her. We fell asleep right there on the lounge in each other 's arms.

One night that week when we were already in bed, the earphone 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 dick 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 Edgar Albert Guest, but she reminded him that she was entertaining him because he was my party boss, and she wanted to hold on him happy. Then it sounded like he was asking her for sex. `` I 'd really wish that too, Karl, '' she said, `` but think about hapless Howie. ``

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

'' Howie, creep between my legs, I need to hatch your auricle, '' she said. I did as I was told and started lapping between her peg. I heard her say, `` fill me up, Karl, I want you, big and backbreaking. '' Then, she pressed her thigh against my nous, so I could n't find out a lot, 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 very date. Marie made Karl promise to work her a present, and said if they were going to start really having sex, she wanted a present from him each time, as well as a $ 100 bonus for me in my next pay gasbag. Karl seemed to agree, and they hung up.

I thanked Marie for being so ego sacrificing for me and for being so dedicated to our wedlock, and I apologized for putting her in a status where she had to venture 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 countersign to complete the prison term. I told her it was the greatest cogent evidence of her love life for me.

Karl continued to be intolerable at employment. One day, in the meeting of a sales meeting, he said, `` Hey, Doll sister run down and get me a candy bar. '' I went to the peddling machine and got him something in a colored wrapping. When I came back, he said, `` What kinda fag candy is that ? Get me a really candy bar. '' So I went back and got him another. All the early sales companion watched me scrape to him, and I again felt absolutely humiliated.

In cooking for the next dinner, I again applied nail glossiness to Marie, this time a hot pink color, and helped her with her hair and spend a penny up ( which seemed to be applied lowering and darker with each visit ). I also helped her pick out her closet. That night, we picked a pair of tight piddling tap spandex short-shorts cut gamey on her seat and low on her waist. They hugged her genitalia area, outlining everything, and making it brighten that there was cipher underneath. Before dinner, I helped prune and shave her pubic sphere, because the shortstop were more revealing than most bikini bottoms.

For the top, instead of the usual cleavage-revealing shirt or blouse, we chose a slack halter top that tied at the nape of the neck and across the back. With no bra underneath, Marie 's breasts were left to swing and sway with the slightest movement. Her nipple poked at the sparse cotton plant material.

Karl did indeed bring Marie a submit, a tasteless negligee, the kind sold in adult book stores. To my surprise, Marie bought Karl a face as well. It was a duad of slippers. She had Karl sit on the sofa as she knelt in front of him, took off his shoes, and slipped his foundation into the slider. Then, Marie jumped in his lap, and they started kissing and fooling around. I went back into the kitchen to give final exam preparations for dinner party. When I called them in for dinner, they came with very much giggling. The ties to Marie 's halter top
were unmake, and she asked me to help re-tie them.

By now, I had lost my point at the dinner table. Karl had complained that it was a drag seeing my scowling and glowering human face while he ate. At Marie 's suggestion, I had prepared the table for two with standard candle to give it a more romantic feeling. Marie had also put some thought into my wardrobe. She had me clothes like a waiter, black slacks and White River shirt. I spent most of the dinner in the kitchen.

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

After dinner, as Karl and Marie walked into the sustenance way, his hand was squeezing her ass. I have to hold that her bottom never looked lovely than in those tight, spandex short shorts, and it was understandable that anyone would want to seize her ass, especially the undersurface one-third, that delightful round voice where ass meets leg, that was exposed by the pants riding up her buns.

Marie pretended that she was enjoying Karl 's dirty paw 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 board, I saw them making out on the couch. Marie was sort of on top of Karl, kissing him and running her fingers through his tomentum. 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 finger's breadth inside her knickers. As he worked his mitt, her short circuit covered less and lupus erythematosus of
her bottom.

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

Marie called me over. `` Baby Doll, we 're getting uncomfortable on the couch. Will you be a skilful niggling child doll and put fresh sheets on our bed, and light some wax light in the sleeping room for Karl and me ? ``

I prepared a courteous little sexual love snuggle for Marie and Karl. We had some scented standard candle, and I found our flaccid canvass. Finally, I put some soft, romantic music 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 animal foot of the bed and watching my beautiful wife having sex with my horrible brute of a boss.

But the even did n't go according to my program. When I returned to the living room, to distinguish Karl and Marie that our bedroom was ready, Karl looked at me like I had just interrupted them, and as though I had no stage 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 ride out. I thought it my lawful space as Marie 's husband to stick around a the foot of my wedding bed and watch my beauty being ravished by the brute, but orderliness 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 shoe. They 're all scuffed up, and we ca n't have our big boss man walking around with scuffed up skid. I want you to be a good shoe shine boy make them all overnice and shiney. ``

When I came back from the strong drink store, Marie and Karl were in our bedroom. The threshold 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 halter top. Karl must give stripped her naked before they even got into the bedchamber. As I often do when I am alone with Marie 's dirty clothes, which she usually leaves lying around the firm for me to pick up and wash, I rubbed my fount in the still moist crotch of her shorts, inhaled
the fragrance, and played with myself a picayune bit.

But then I realized I needed to get to mould. I had a job to do. I got out the skid brush, Polish, and buffer storage, and sat on the floor outside my bedroom doorway and began shining Karl 's place. While doing that, I listened intently to every whispering, giggle, and moan emanating from my chamber. The worst part was hearing Marie exclaim, `` Oh Karl, fuck me skillful. Oh, God, you fuck so good. Yes, yes, fill my pussy, Oh God, your peter feels so good. Yes. Harder. You 're so hard. God, YES. ``

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

After too long a waiting, the door opened and Karl came out. He bent to audit the shoes. `` Not too bad, '' he said, `` maybe we 'll find a use for you yet. '' He sat on one of our chairs and said, `` Come here, baby skirt. pack off my carpet slipper and put my shoes back on me. '' Shaking with hatred and care, 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 side by side hebdomad, '' he said, `` I got ta get nursing home and give my wife a good shtup too. '' He got up and left without
another word.

I crept into the darkened bedroom with the candles still flickering and soft music acting. `` Do you love him Sir Thomas More than me ? '' I whispered, my spokesperson cracking.

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

'' ejaculate to Mama. Come and kiss Mama where Big Bad Boss Man made me all sore with his big bad penis. '' I crawled up onto the bed. `` mum wuvs her widdle biddy baby skirt, '' she said again. `` Bad Bossy Mahn made mom all wet and huuuhrting and duhrrty. ``

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

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

I brought Marie to a slowly building, ardent and glowing orgasm with my tongue. In the summons, I was intent on sucking and licking away every suggestion of Karl. After her climax, she pulled me up. `` Let mom feel baby 's widdle peenie inside me. '' I wiggled inside her inviting wetness and lovingness. `` Ooooh, baby 's widdle biddie peenie flavor so nice and comfy womfy. Not like that big bad boss man who hurt mummy with his BIG, HARD, COCK. ``

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

As I lay in bed cuddled in the inside spoonful position next to Marie in the dark I realized that in one way Karl was a better devotee than me, and that on one grade 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 dear 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 import to the estimate that having us both was not only a career saver for me, but probably undecomposed for Marie as well.

Karl continues to fare for his weekly dinner. He continues to humiliate me at work and at home base. I could quit my job and witness another that probably would be no high-risk. 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 lifespan revolves around her. What I love the most is knowing the king that she has over me. Karl may think he 's in control. But I know better. Marie is the one in the eye who controls everything. I still, and always will, worship the ground she walks on.

Proudly signed,

willing Wimp .