There is a lot of talk of the town these years about sexual harassment. I am a case in point, but with an odd twist. My male heterosexual knob sexually harasses me, another male person heterosexual. 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 at a lower place norm pupil, not athletic, no especial talents, not much to calculate at, and barely able-bodied to keep 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 expression and physical structure men dream about. She has deep, brown eyes and chestnut hair, a naturally lightly tanned complexion, and a total, buxom digit of the hourglass type -- a small waist but ample hips and round, inviting breasts and ass. Her womanly peach is matched by her lovingness and an animal magnetic force that she exudes. Men have always been drawn to her, and watching men admire and desire her has been my greatest source of pride. needle 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 effective salesman, theatrical role of his cancel aggression and confidence, but I ca n't tolerate him. He is also very intimidating, and I have always been especially fainthearted in his presence.

I had the fewest sale of anyone in the party, and simply was n't pulling my system of weights. I was on probation and on the verge of losing my job. In a last-ditch bid to keep my job, I thought I might invite Karl over for dinner party at my apartment. The only reason I thought he might admit the invitation was because I had noticed him eyeing my wife once at a caller company. I worked up my courage to ask for him, and, to my outstanding stand-in, he did, in fact, accept.

Marie has many finely 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 wine-coloured and grocery store, clean the house, and cook a overnice dinner. Marie could see that I was very nervous. In the hour before Karl 's arriver, I asked Marie if she was going to commute her clothes. She looked surprised. She was wearing her usual, somewhat Conservative clothing. `` What 's wrongly with this ? '' she said. I told her that I would really like it if she could bust something just a little bit sexy.

I nervously told her that I thought Karl was about to give the axe me, and that my solitary hope was this dinner party, and the view that somehow Marie would be able to carry him to let me celebrate my job.

'' If you think I can help, 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 plain sweater. Although she only owned one really abruptly shirt at the time, I asked her to put that one on. Marie also generally wore lilliputian make up, her natural ravisher really needs no enhancing, but I asked her to put on lip rouge and eye shadow for the juncture. She could recount that I really wanted her to constitute an effect on Karl.

As the doorbell rang, I took one in conclusion feel at Marie, and took one little action mechanism that probably changed the rest of my life. I reached up, and unbuttoned two more clit on her sweater, which revealed her deep, rich cleavage. I gave her a candy kiss before opening the door and greeting Karl.

Karl hardly glanced at me. His eyes lit up at the lot of Marie, and, crude person that he is, he stared openly and lustfully at Marie 's breasts. Although Karl disgusted me, I also could n't help but feel immense pridefulness in Marie. As I mentioned, I have always enjoyed watching other men admire Marie 's beauty ; it makes me feel lucky at to the lowest degree in one -- I would say the most important -- 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 vino and refilling their glasses. Karl spent virtually of dinner party 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 sofa. I went to get another feeding bottle of wine. When I came back, I could see that Marie 's short chick was hiked up very high on her second joint. Karl was playing with Marie 's digit, telling her she should really wear pass with flying colors polish.

They kept chattering on. I sat in a chair, sipped my wine-coloured, 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 diverting chronicle about my assorted unsuccessful person that got Marie laughing. He told her, `` I was just about to burn the short chicken, and I think I still will. ``

Marie rose to the challenge. `` What if we invited you to dinner same meter next week ? You would n't fire Howie for the succeeding 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 deserving keeping the little wimp another calendar week, '' he said. So, without even a glance to me, Marie invited Karl to dinner the abide by 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 yearner than right, but then he left.

I fretted all the side by side week. Prior to the side by side dinner, I took Marie out to patronise for arrest refine. We could n't open 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 metrical foot, 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 put on for the next big nighttime. After many tries, we settled finally on a silky, creamy-white semitransparent buttoned-down blouse. Under it, we chose a low cut, creamy, front-clasping bra that pushed up her breasts a bit. Again, I was in guardianship of buttoning the blouse, and saw to it that it revealed plentifulness of cleavage. I chose a longer, wrap-around skirt that tends to fall and dissever very high up on Marie 's second joint 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 trade 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 of honor, her eyes twinkled at everything he said, and she took every opportunity to sweep against him or advert 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 demonstration. So Marie said to me, `` seminal fluid here babe Doll. '' No one before had ever heard Marie 's occult pet name for me, I was surprised and embarrassed that Marie had used her pet name for me in front line of my honcho. Karl guffawed. I blushed and came toward Marie. `` On your knee, Baby Doll, come to momma. '' 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. Probably remembering all the guardianship I had taken during the hebdomad in pampering her metrical unit, Marie said, `` mammy 's understructure are tired and unsporting. Take off my shoes and figure out my toes
clean and massage my shopworn feet. '' With Karl roaring with laughter and thinking this was the mirthful matter he ever saw, I began licking and massaging Marie 's invertebrate 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 dish the future course, and the dinner continued.

As they became more animated, I became more and more withdrawn and quiet down. That did n't seem to devil them any. They pretty much ignored me, except to ask me for more food or wine. They again wound up on the couch and, indeed, Marie 's dame fell away, and she made no effort whatsoever to breed herself, allowing it nearly to reach her genital organ. In fact, I suspect that Karl -- who made no secret of looking -- caught at least a glimpse of her scanty. He admired the nail polish, holding her hand, and playing with her fingers all the spell. He said he liked blood-red nail refinement, and that with her food colour, 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 discharge me, and, again, Marie got him to hold off for another week by inviting him to dinner again.

So started our own trivial 1001 Nights. The but affair that kept me from being fired, was my wife 's promise to bear on her seductive dinners.

aliveness at work was pitiful. Karl would take a crap crude comment about Marie 's body and lost no opportunity to disparage me, even in figurehead of my workfellow. He even started calling me bird sister in cut-rate sale group meeting, not even getting the name right. He would say, `` Doll Baby, go get me a face pack of cigaret. '' And I would go get them for him.

With each dinner, Marie became successively more sexy in her dress and name up, and each week the goodnight hug became a bit longer. I was amazed at Marie 's willingness to wager up to Karl given what a atrocious oaf he is.

Even on our limited budget, we devoted what money we had to buy provocative blouses and aphrodisiacal bra that accentuated the fullness of her boob and the profundity of her cleavage, and bird that would be sure to show plenty of creamy thigh.

One dinner, Karl returned to the question 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 mother wit of humor. Does he have 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 delight her and had so little ego, I would lick her anywhere she liked, and that she particularly liked that when I was pleasuring her down below with my tongue, I would lick her both stem and aft, something that none of her previous lover would do. Karl thought that particularly hilarious.

Again, I was embarrassed that Marie was so unresolved with our petty matrimonial secrets.

After that revelation, at body of work, he would make remark about me being an `` ass kisser '' and a `` brownness noser '' and other tasteless comments relating to my oral fixation on my married woman 's bottom. He also discovered that Marie gives me the award of buying her panties and picking out which twain for her to wear out each day. Karl made it a item every day at body of work to ask me to identify what panties Marie was wearing that day. Although it was humiliating to resolve, I could n't reject describing them in great 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 estimate of garter whack and stockings, so later that week we went out and added them to Marie 's wardrobe. We got a all supporting players, a sexy black bra, and a blind drunk V-necked plunge blouse that was so pocket-size it left much of her waist exposed, and a very small calamitous mini-skirt with a twat on one thigh. Underneath was a nigrify supporter knock, string-bikini, stockings set, topped off with a span of in high spirits stiletto heel. It made Marie feel like the classical French prostitute.

After dinner that night, I sat in my electric chair watching them sitting on the sofa when Marie 's allowed her bird to boost up so Karl could see where the stockings attach to the garters. Although I had watched his hired hand casually touch Marie 's legs before, this time he said he wanted to palpate if they were the silky variety. So Marie slid over and put her legs across his lap, and he began stroking her leg. He got his hands up to the tops of the stockings and even touched her bare thigh `` to equate '' the silkiness of the tegument and the stockings. That was bad enough, but then Marie encouraged him to compare how much softer the inside of her thigh is than the international. I could n't believe the sacrifice she was making for me. When he tried to move his deal up to feel her panty -- we had picked out a matching black 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 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 peck. Their sass were open, and they were devouring each other. I was petrified. Should I give it up to protect Marie ? If I did, would I mislay my job ? I just stayed watching. After about five proceedings of hugging, Karl 's deal really started working on Marie 's behind. Soon the skirt was hiked up over her ass, and he was kneading her bottom through the string two-piece. Marie was putting on a commodity act. She was moving into Karl, not away, as would be anyone 's rude chemical reaction. She actually seemed to be grinding her body against him. They continued groping and fumbling in the doorway for some clip. And I quietly watched, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible.

When Karl finally left, Marie walked back into the living elbow room. Her hair was mussed up, her lip rouge smeared, her chick was hiked up high on her articulatio coxae, and she walked unsteadily in her in high spirits heels -- she looked incredibly sexy. As she came close to me, I saw a hickey on her neck opening, and a big wet, spunk spot on her blouse. I immediately started apologizing to her for putting her through this humiliating experience. I fell to my articulatio genus in nominal head of her and hugged her. In doing so, I wiped my font on Karl 's spunk. I guess it
was a way of sharing the abasement. We did n't even get to our bedroom. I began nuzzling between her legs, and unfirm on her pes as she was, we both fell back on the sofa, where Karl and Marie had just been sitting. I continued rubbing my facial expression between her legs, mixing her sweat and moisture with Karl 's cum and my bout and saliva. Marie had a shuddering climax, and pulled me up to land up making love to her. We fell asleep right there on the lounge in each other 's arms.

One Nox that week when we were already in bed, the sound 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 prison term, imagining his big clapper 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 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 miserable Howie. ``

There was a farsighted suspension, as Karl talked on the former 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 auricle, '' 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 thighs against my top dog, so I could n't pick up often, but as she orgasmed, she loosened her grip, and I heard her still talking into the sound, `` Oh, Yes, Karl, yes, do me. ``

It looked like the next dinner was going to be a veridical date. Marie made Karl promise to wreak her a award, and said if they were going to start really having sex, she wanted a portray from him each prison term, as well as a $ 100 bonus for me in my next pay envelope. Karl seemed to harmonise, 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 stance where she had to pretend to determine 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 Bible to finish the sentence. I told her it was the greatest proof of her making love for me.

Karl continued to be unbearable at work. One day, in the coming together of a sales coming together, he said, `` Hey, bird child run down and get me a candy bar. '' I went to the vending machine and got him something in a colourful wrapping. When I came back, he said, `` What kinda fag candy is that ? Get me a material candy bar. '' So I went back and got him another. All the former sales associates watched me kowtow to him, and I again felt absolutely humiliated.

In preparation for the adjacent dinner, I again applied pass with flying colors shine to Marie, this time a hot pink color, and helped her with her fuzz and make up ( which seemed to be applied weighty and darker with each visit ). I also helped her pickax out her wardrobe. That night, we picked a pair of squiffy little pink spandex short-shorts cut high on her bottom and low on her waist. They hugged her crotch field, outlining everything, and making it light that there was nothing underneath. Before dinner, I helped trim and shave her pubic sphere, because the shorts were more uncover than well-nigh two-piece bottoms.

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

Karl did indeed bring Marie a acquaint, a tasteless negligee, the kind sold in adult book entrepot. To my surprise, Marie bought Karl a confront as well. It was a pair of slippers. She had Karl sit on the sofa as she knelt in front of him, took off his shoes, and slipped his foot into the slipper. Then, Marie jumped in his lap, and they started kissing and fooling around. I went back into the kitchen to make final preparations for dinner. When I called them in for dinner party, they came with much giggling. The standoff to Marie 's hangman's halter top
were undone, and she asked me to help re-tie them.

By now, I had lost my spot at the dinner mesa. Karl had complained that it was a drag seeing my scowling and dour side while he ate. At Marie 's suggestion, I had prepared the tabular array for two with candles to give it a more romantic feel. Marie had also put some thought into my wardrobe. She had me attire like a server, black slacks and white shirt. I spent most of the dinner in the kitchen.

When not preparing the food, I sat listening to them by the room access, and waiting for them to call in me to serve them.

After dinner, as Karl and Marie walked into the living room, his script was squeezing her ass. I have to admit that her bottom never looked endearing than in those tight, spandex short-circuit shorts, and it was understandable that anyone would want to grab her ass, especially the bottom thirdly, 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 paws all over her. Again, I was amazed by her devotedness to me to allow him to act that way for my sake. 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 fingers through his hair's-breadth. Karl 's hand were planted on Marie 's ass, which was pointed ever so fetchingly in my commission. I watched as he kept slipping his fingers inside her pants. As he worked his hands, 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 green-eyed monster. I would have got loved to accept sucked on her bottom right then and there, but knew that I could n't because Karl would n't care it.

Marie called me over. `` Baby Doll, we 're getting uncomfortable on the lounge. Will you be a goodness little baby doll and put fresh shroud on our bed, and light some standard candle in the bedroom for Karl and me ? ``

I prepared a dainty little passion nuzzle for Marie and Karl. We had some scented candela, and I found our softest sheets. Finally, I put some flaccid, romantic medicine on the CD-player, a touch 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 savage of a boss.

But the evening did n't go according to my program. When I returned to the living room, 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 patronage being in my own apartment.

Karl told me he wanted an after dinner party cognac and cigar to go with his new slipper. He handed me some money and told me to get lost. I wanted to stay. I thought it my lawful place as Marie 's husband to stay a the foot of my marriage bed and observe my beauty being ravished by the animate being, but orders are orders, and, grudgingly, I had to leave.

'' Oh, and Baby Doll, '' Marie added, `` when you get back, I want you to polish Karl 's shoes. They 're all scuffed up, and we ca n't stimulate our big boss man walking around with scuffed up shoes. I want you to be a honorable shoe refulgence boy make them all Nice and shiney. ``

When I came back from the John Barleycorn store, Marie and Karl were in our bedroom. The door was closed, and Karl 's place were sitting outside the door, waiting for me to shine them. Also, on the sofa, were Marie 's pink spandex underdrawers and hangman's rope top. Karl must consume stripped her au naturel before they even got into the sleeping room. As I often do when I am alone with Marie 's dirty clothes, which she usually leaves lying around the house for me to clean up and slipstream, I rubbed my face in the still damp fork of her short, inhaled
the aroma, and played with myself a minuscule bit.

But then I realized I needed to get to work. I had a job to do. I got out the skid brushwood, polish, and fender, and sat on the floor outside my bedchamber door and began shining Karl 's shoes. While doing that, I listened intently to every whisper, giggle, and moan emanating from my bedroom. The defective section was hearing Marie exclaim, `` Oh Karl, fuck me serious. Oh, God, you fuck so undecomposed. Yes, yes, fill my slit, Oh God, your cock feels 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 sort from her in or out of the bedroom. I had never heard a bad word out of her mouth before, and yet this watercourse of profanity issued from her pure and beautiful lips.

After too long a hold, the door opened and Karl came out. He bent to inspect the shoes. `` Not too bad, '' he said, `` maybe we 'll get hold a use for you yet. '' He sat on one of our hot seat and said, `` semen here, babe Doll. Take off my slippers and put my place back on me. '' Shaking with hatred and fear, I knelt in forepart of Karl and put his shoes on him. He looked at the cognac and cigar I had laid out for him. `` Save 'em for following week, '' he said, `` I got ta get family and give my wife a good fucking too. '' He got up and left without
another word.

I crept into the darkened sleeping accommodation with the candles still flickering and piano music playing. `` Do you jazz him Thomas More than me ? '' I whispered, my voice cracking.

'' Oh, baby chick, you know Mama wuvs her widdle biddie sister, '' Marie said in the sister talk voice she knows that just thawing me.

'' seminal fluid to mamma. cum and kiss mamma where Big Bad Boss Man made me all sore with his big bad penis. '' I crawled up onto the bed. `` Mama wuvs her widdle hen child doll, '' she said again. `` Bad Bossy Mahn made mommy all wet and huuuhrting and duhrrty. ``

I snuggled between her branch, and started lapping and cleaning her inner thigh and the wholly jismy and silklike sphere in between.

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

I brought Marie to a slowly construction, warm and glowing orgasm with my tongue. In the process, I was intention on sucking and licking away every trace of Karl. After her orgasm, she pulled me up. `` Let Mama feel baby 's widdle peenie inside me. '' I wiggled inside her inviting wetness and warmth. `` Ooooh, baby 's widdle biddie peenie tone so skillful and comfy womfy. Not like that big bad foreman man who hurt Mama with his BIG, HARD, tool. ``

Her voice completely changed whole tone on the last three words, and as she gasped with what seemed to be the memory of Karl 's phallus 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 spoon status next to Marie in the dark I realized that in one way Karl was a better lover than me, and that on one level he satisfied Marie in a way that I could n't. I felt bad about that, inferior as usual. But I also realized that Marie 's making love for me was genuine, and that she found sex with me satisfying in a way that I knew Karl was unequal to of serving her. I became resigned at that here and now to the idea that having us both was not only a career recoverer for me, but probably considerably for Marie as well.

Karl continues to come for his hebdomadary dinners. He continues to mortify me at work and at dwelling house. I could quit my job and rule another that probably would be no worsened. 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 power that she has over me. Karl may think he 's in control condition. 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 .