There is a lot of talk these sidereal day about sexual harassment. I am a case in point, but with an odd twist. My manly heterosexual person 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 unsuccessful person in biography. A below intermediate student, not athletic, no special talent, not much to attend at, and barely able to support a job as a salesman. All my life I 've been called an underachiever. My one achievement has been landing my married woman, Marie, a truly gorgeous cleaning woman. Marie has a font and body men dream about. She has deep, brown eyes and chestnut hair, a naturally lightly tanned complexion, and a replete, buxom chassis of the hourglass character -- a minuscule shank but ample hips and round, inviting boob and ass. Her feminine beauty is matched by her warmth and an brute magnetism that she exudes. Men have always been drawn to her, and watching men admire and desire her has been my peachy informant of pride. acerate leaf to say, I worship the ground she walks on.

My knob, Karl, is a rock oil, loud, arrogant bully. I admit that he is an in effect salesman, constituent of his natural hostility and self-confidence, but I ca n't put up him. He is also very intimidating, and I have always been especially timid in his presence.

I had the fewest gross sales of anyone in the company, and simply was n't pulling my free weight. I was on probation and on the verge of losing my job. In a last-ditch bid to retain my job, I thought I might bid Karl over for dinner at my flat. The only reason I thought he might accept the invitation was because I had noticed him eyeing my wife once at a ship's company party. I worked up my braveness to invite him, and, to my great relief, he did, in fact, accept.

Marie has many exquisitely 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 and groceries, clean the house, and cook a nice dinner party. Marie could see that I was very aflutter. In the hour before Karl 's arrival, I asked Marie if she was going to switch her wearing apparel. She looked surprise. She was wearing her usual, somewhat conservative clothing. `` What 's wrong with this ? '' she said. I told her that I would really care it if she could break something just a trivial bit sexy.

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

'' If you think I can help oneself, Howie, then of line I 'll do whatever I can, '' Marie said.

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

As the bell rang, I took one last facial expression at Marie, and took one small natural process that probably changed the rest of my life-time. I reached up, and unbuttoned two more button 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 eyes lit up at the batch of Marie, and, crude individual that he is, he stared openly and lustfully at Marie 's titty. Although Karl disgusted me, I also could n't help but feel immense pride in Marie. As I mentioned, I have always enjoyed watching other men admire Marie 's lulu ; it makes me feel prosperous at least in one -- I would say the most important -- part of my life.

dinner party went well. I am not much of a schmoozer, especially with Karl. But Marie kept up a conversation, and I ran back and forth to the kitchen, bringing bag back and forth, fetching wine and refilling their glasses. Karl spent most of dinner ogling Marie 's breasts. At least he seemed to be enjoying himself. And she did too.

After dinner, Marie invited Karl to fall in her on the sofa. I went to get another bottle of wine. When I came back, I could see that Marie 's brusque dame was hiked up very high on her thighs. Karl was playing with Marie 's finger's breadth, telling her she should really wear nail polish.

They kept chattering on. I sat in a professorship, sipped my vino, 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 storey about my respective failures that got Marie laughing. He told her, `` I was just about to fire the little wimp, and I think I still will. ``

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

'' Just to see them juggs again would be Charles Frederick Worth keeping the little weakly interacting massive particle another workweek, '' he said. So, without even a glance to me, Marie invited Karl to dinner the following 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 longer than right, but then he left.

I fretted all the next week. Prior to the next dinner, I took Marie out to shop for pick up polish. We could n't afford a proper manicure, so I told her I would check 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 groundwork, 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 wear for the following big night. After many tries, we settled finally on a silky, cream-colored semitransparent conservative 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 plenitude of cleavage. I chose a longer, wrap-around skirt that tends to go down and split very gamy up on Marie 's second joint whenever she sits down and crosses her legs.

The dinner party was pretty much a repeat of the week before. I was amazed at what a respectable actress Marie was. She was absolutely convincing in pretending that she was entranced by Karl. She laughed at his jokes, hung on every parole, her middle twinkled at everything he said, and she took every chance to brush against him or impact him.

At one breaker point, Karl asked Marie what she saw in me. She commented on my `` fragrance, '' and my cultism, 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, `` Come here infant Doll. '' No one before had ever heard Marie 's underground pet name for me, I was surprised and embarrassed that Marie had used her pet name for me in forepart of my boss. 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 most intimate pet name for herself when we are making love. Probably remembering all the care I had taken during the hebdomad in pampering her feet, Marie said, `` Mama 's substructure are tired and lousy. call for off my shoes and bat my toes
clean and massage my tired feet. '' With Karl roaring with laughter and thinking this was the funniest thing he ever saw, I began licking and massaging Marie 's feet as she sat there at the table.

After it no longer seemed to amuse them anymore, Marie told me to stop. She told me to serve the next course, and the dinner continued.

As they became more animate, I became more and Thomas More withdrawn and still. That did n't seem to irritate 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 skirt fell away, and she made no effort whatsoever to treat herself, allowing it nearly to reach her crotch. In fact, I suspect that Karl -- who made no secret of looking -- caught at to the lowest degree a coup d'oeil of her panties. He admired the nail polish, holding her hands, and playing with her finger all the piece. He said he liked scarlet nail glossiness, and that with her coloring, she should fall apart red lipstick 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 hold off for another week by inviting him to dinner again.

So started our own little 1001 Nights. The sole affair that kept me from being fired, was my wife 's promise to persist in her seductive dinners.

biography at piece of work was scummy. Karl would make crude input about Marie 's body and lost no opportunity to belittle me, even in front of my co-worker. He even started calling me dame babe in sales meetings, not even getting the name right. He would say, `` Doll Baby, go get me a multitude of cigarette. '' And I would go get them for him.

With each dinner, Marie became successively more aphrodisiac in her wearing apparel and name 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 atrocious lout he is.

Even on our limited budget, we devoted what money we had to buy provocative blouses and aphrodisiacal brassiere that accentuated the voluminosity of her breasts and the depth of her cleavage, and chick that would be indisputable to show plenty of creamy thigh.

One dinner, Karl returned to the head of what Marie could possibly see in me. He said, `` He 's such a loser. He 's a entire nonstarter, he 's not good looking, he has no signified of sense of humour. Does he have a really big dick, or what ? '' Marie laughed and told him that no, on the contrary, I had a very small member. She said that because I would do anything to delight her and had so little ego, I would drub her anyplace she liked, and that she particularly liked that when I was pleasuring her down below with my tongue, I would drub 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 candid with our slight marital secrets.

After that Revelation, at piece of work, he would make input about me being an `` ass kisser '' and a `` brownness noser '' and other tasteless comments relating to my oral fixing on my wife 's bottom. He also discovered that Marie gives me the award of buying her panties and picking out which pair for her to wear each day. Karl made it a power point every day at work to ask me to discover what step-in Marie was wearing that day. Although it was humiliating to answer, I could n't stand describing them in expectant detail, and found myself getting an erection every metre I described the panties 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 calendar week we went out and added them to Marie 's closet. We got a whole ensemble, a sexy black bra, and a besotted V-necked plunge blouse that was so belittled it left lots of her waist exposed, and a very low blackamoor mini-skirt with a snatch on one second joint. Underneath was a black garter knock, string-bikini, stockings set, topped off with a pair of high-pitched stiletto blackguard. It made Marie look like the classic French prostitute.

After dinner that night, I sat in my chairman 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 garters. Although I had watched his mitt casually reach Marie 's legs before, this time he said he wanted to experience if they were the satiny kind. So Marie slid over and put her legs across his lap, and he began stroking her pegleg. He got his script up to the top side 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 much softer the inside of her second joint is than the outside. I could n't believe the forfeiture she was making for me. When he tried to strike his hand up to feel her scanty -- we had picked out a matching dark string Bikini, though I had no mind Karl would ever discover it -- she finally brushed him away.

That nighttime, when Marie bid Karl goodnight at the forepart door, the hug became much longer. I stood some distance away, but I could see them. They were kissing. It was n't a good-night peck. Their oral cavity were undefended, and they were devouring each former. I was petrified. Should I break it up to protect Marie ? If I did, would I fall back my job ? I just stayed watching. After about five minutes of kissing, Karl 's workforce really started working on Marie 's derriere. Soon the skirt was hiked up over her ass, and he was kneading her rear through the chain Bikini. Marie was putting on a good act. She was moving into Karl, not away, as would be anyone 's rude reaction. She actually seemed to be grinding her eubstance against him. They continued groping and fumbling in the room access for some meter. And I quietly watched, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible.

When Karl finally left, Marie walked back into the livelihood room. Her haircloth was mussed up, her lipstick smeared, her skirt was hiked up heights on her rosehip, and she walked unsteadily in her mellow blackguard -- she looked incredibly sexy. As she came close to me, I saw a zit on her neck, and a big wet, punk spotlight on her blouse. I immediately started apologizing to her for putting her through this mortify experience. I fell to my knees in front of her and hugged her. In doing so, I wiped my face on Karl 's kindling. I guess it
was a way of sharing the humiliation. We did n't even get to our bedroom. I began nuzzling between her ramification, and unsteady on her substructure as she was, we both fell back on the couch, where Karl and Marie had just been sitting. I continued rubbing my expression between her legs, mixing her swither and wet with Karl 's cum and my tears and spit. Marie had a shuddering sexual climax, and pulled me up to finish making enjoy to her. We fell asleep right there on the sofa in each other 's arms.

One nighttime that week when we were already in bed, the telephone 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 tongue filling her sassing and wanting his big cock there too. He apparently was trying to get her to occur 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 Guest, but she reminded him that she was entertaining him because he was my political boss, and she wanted to keep him felicitous. 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 intermission, as Karl talked on the other end. `` I told you before, Karl, that Howie will do whatever I say. '' Another pause.

'' Howie, creep between my pegleg, 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 heavy. '' Then, she pressed her second joint against my school principal, so I could n't discover much, but as she orgasmed, she loosened her grip, and I heard her still talking into the phone, `` Oh, Yes, Karl, yes, do me. ``

It looked like the next dinner was going to be a real date. Marie made Karl promise to bring her a present, and said if they were going to start really having sex, she wanted a give from him each time, as well as a $ 100 bonus for me in my next pay envelope. 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 ceremony, and I apologized for putting her in a place where she had to hazard 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 of honor to complete the sentence. I told her it was the majuscule proof of her love for me.

Karl continued to be unendurable at work. One day, in the coming together of a gross revenue get together, he said, `` Hey, chick Baby run down and get me a confect bar. '' I went to the vending auto and got him something in a colored swathe. When I came back, he said, `` What kinda fag candy is that ? Get me a actual confect bar. '' So I went back and got him another. All the other gross revenue associates watched me kowtow to him, and I again felt absolutely humiliated.

In homework for the side by side dinner, I again applied nail polish to Marie, this time a hot pink color, and helped her with her fuzz and urinate up ( which seemed to be applied leaden and darker with each sojourn ). I also helped her pick out her press. That night, we picked a couple of soaked little tap spandex short-shorts cut senior high school on her bed and low on her waist. They hugged her privates arena, outlining everything, and making it brighten that there was nothing underneath. Before dinner, I helped bring down and shave her pubic area, because the short circuit 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 halter top that tied at the nucha of the neck opening and across the back. With no bra underneath, Marie 's breasts were left to swing and sway with the slightest movement. Her nipples poked at the lean cotton fiber material.

Karl did indeed fetch Marie a nowadays, a tasteless neglige, the kind sold in adult book stores. To my surprisal, Marie bought Karl a present tense as well. It was a pair of slippers. She had Karl sit on the sofa as she knelt in figurehead 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 bring in terminal preparations for dinner. When I called them in for dinner, they came with much giggling. The link to Marie 's hemp top
were unwrap, and she asked me to help re-tie them.

By now, I had lost my smirch at the dinner table. Karl had complained that it was a drag seeing my scowling and glum grimace while he ate. At Marie 's suggestion, I had prepared the table for two with candela to give it a more wild-eyed feel. Marie had also put some thought into my wardrobe. She had me clothes like a waiter, smuggled slacks and lily-white shirt. I spent most of the dinner party in the kitchen.

When not preparing the food, I sat listening to them by the doorway, and waiting for them to call me to dish up them.

After dinner party, as Karl and Marie walked into the living room, his hand was squeezing her ass. I have to include that her tooshie never looked lovelier than in those tight, spandex short boxershorts, and it was perceivable that anyone would need to grab her ass, especially the rear end third gear, that delicious cycle 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 devotion to me to earmark him to act that way for my sake. As I cleared the table, I saw them making out on the couch. Marie was sorting of on top of Karl, kissing him and running her finger 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 digit inside her trouser. As he worked his hands, her short circuit covered less and less of
her bottom.

Her bum was so beautiful, I could n't assist but be mesmerized and aroused, despite my green-eyed monster. I would have loved to possess 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 dame, we 're getting uncomfortable on the sofa. Will you be a skillful little baby doll and put brisk canvass on our bed, and light some candles in the bedroom for Karl and me ? ``

I prepared a courteous slight love nest for Marie and Karl. We had some scented candle, and I found our softest sheets. Finally, I put some flaccid, wild-eyed music 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 ugly brute of a boss.

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

Karl told me he wanted an after dinner party cognac and cigar to go with his new slippers. He handed me some money and told me to get lost. I wanted to stick. I thought it my true station as Marie 's husband to delay a the foot of my marriage bed and follow my smasher being ravished by the beast, but orders are orders, and, grudgingly, I had to leave.

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

When I came back from the liquor fund, 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 shine them. Also, on the couch, were Marie 's pink spandex shortstop and halter top. Karl must have stripped her naked before they even got into the bedroom. As I often do when I am alone with Marie 's dirty clothes, which she usually leaves lying around the business firm for me to pick up and lavation, I rubbed my face in the still dampish genital organ 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 encounter, polish, and buffers, and sat on the floor outside my bedroom threshold and began shining Karl 's skid. While doing that, I listened intently to every rustle, giggle, and moan emanating from my bedroom. The worst component was hearing Marie exclaim, `` Oh Karl, fuck me honorable. Oh, God, you fuck so good. Yes, yes, make full my pussy, Oh God, your cock feel 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 form from her in or out of the bedroom. I had never heard a bad news out of her oral fissure before, and yet this stream of profanity issued from her pure and beautiful lips.

After too long a wait, the room access opened and Karl came out. He bent to inspect 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 Doll. Take off my skidder and put my shoes back on me. '' Shaking with hatred and reverence, I knelt in front of Karl and put his shoe on him. He looked at the cognac and cigar I had laid out for him. `` Save 'em for succeeding week, '' he said, `` I got ta get base and give my wife a good screw too. '' He got up and left without
another word.

I crept into the darkened sleeping room with the candles still flickering and soft euphony playacting. `` Do you love him more than me ? '' I whispered, my vocalisation cracking.

'' Oh, spoil doll, you know ma wuvs her widdle biddie baby, '' Marie said in the baby talk of the town voice she knows that just melts me.

'' ejaculate to mama. Come and kiss mamma where Big Bad Boss Man made me all sore with his big bad penis. '' I crawled up onto the bed. `` momma wuvs her widdle biddy baby dame, '' 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 completely jismy and slickness region in between.

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

I brought Marie to a slowly construction, ardent and glowing coming with my natural language. In the process, I was purport on sucking and licking away every touch of Karl. After her sexual climax, she pulled me up. `` Let Mama palpate baby 's widdle peenie inside me. '' I wiggled inside her inviting wetness and warmheartedness. `` Ooooh, baby 's widdle biddie peenie tactile property so decent and comfortable womfy. Not like that big bad boss man who hurt mom with his BIG, HARD, shaft. ``

Her voice completely changed pure tone on the last three words, and as she gasped with what seemed to be the memory of Karl 's penis hammer inside her, I came with a niggling small fry, not having been inside her more than 10 seconds.

As I lay in bed cuddled in the inside spoon position next to Marie in the dark I realized that in one way Karl was a better devotee than me, and that on one stage 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 unequal to of serving her. I became resigned at that moment to the approximation 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 hebdomadary dinner. He continues to chagrin me at study and at home. I could quit my job and determine another that probably would be no worse. But I stay there despite the molestation. I recognize that I like being a WIMP and a cuckold. Karl is disgusting and does n't really weigh. 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. But I know better. Marie is the one in the heart who controls everything. I still, and always will, idolise the ground she walks on.

Proudly signed,

willing Wimp .