There is a lot of talk these days about sexual harassment. I am a case in percentage point, but with an odd construction. My male heterosexual boss sexually harasses me, another male straight person. How could that be ? It all revolves around my wife. Let me explain.

With one exception, I 've been a loser in life. A below fair student, not acrobatic, no limited talents, not much to look at, and barely able to hold up a job as a salesman. All my life I 've been called an underachiever. My one achievement has been landing my wife, Marie, a truly gorgeous woman. Marie has a brass and trunk men dream about. She has deep, John Brown eye and chestnut tree hair, a naturally lightly tanned complexion, and a wide-cut, buxom figure of the hourglass case -- a small waist but ample hips and round, inviting bosom and ass. Her womanly beauty is matched by her affectionateness and an animal magnetic attraction that she exudes. Men have always been drawn to her, and watching men admire and desire her has been my superlative reservoir of pride. Needless to say, I worship the undercoat she walks on.

My political boss, Karl, is a crude, loud, arrogant bully. I admit that he is an efficacious salesman, function of his cancel hostility and self-confidence, but I ca n't digest him. He is also very intimidating, and I have always been especially timid in his presence.

I had the few sale of anyone in the company, and simply was n't pulling my weight. I was on probation and on the sceptre of losing my job. In a last-ditch bid to preserve my job, I thought I might ask over 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 courage to invite him, and, to my great relief, he did, in fact, accept.

Marie has many okay qualities, as I 've already indicated, but cooking and cleaning are not among them. On the day of the dinner, I left oeuvre early to buy wine-colored and groceries, clean the planetary house, and prepare a squeamish dinner. Marie could see that I was very nervous. In the hour before Karl 's arrival, I asked Marie if she was going to change her clothes. She looked surprised. She was wearing her usual, somewhat bourgeois clothing. `` What 's wrong with this ? '' she said. I told her that I would really care it if she could tire out something just a little bit sexy.

I nervously told her that I thought Karl was about to fire me, and that my only Hope was this dinner party, and the idea that somehow Marie would be able-bodied to persuade him to let me celebrate my job.

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

We went upstairs, and I helped her piece out a tight-fitting, button down knit sweater. Although she only owned one really shortly shirt at the meter, I asked her to put that one on. Marie also generally wore footling make up, her natural mantrap really needs no enhancing, but I asked her to put on lipstick and eye darkness for the occasion. She could tell that I really wanted her to make an belief on Karl.

As the bell rang, I took one conclusion look at Marie, and took one footling action that probably changed the rest of my life sentence. I reached up, and unbuttoned two Thomas More buttons on her jumper, which revealed her trench, rich cleavage. I gave her a kiss before opening the door and greeting Karl.

Karl hardly glanced at me. His eyes lit up at the sight of Marie, and, crude person that he is, he stared openly and lustfully at Marie 's chest. Although Karl disgusted me, I also could n't help but feel huge pride in Marie. As I mentioned, I have always enjoyed watching other men admire Marie 's looker ; it makes me feel lucky at least in one -- I would say the most important -- portion 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 wine and refilling their drinking glass. 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 bring together her on the sofa. I went to get another bottleful of wine. When I came back, I could see that Marie 's short skirt was hiked up very high on her second joint. Karl was playing with Marie 's finger's breadth, telling her she should really tire out nail 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 funny stories about my several unsuccessful person that got Marie laughing. He told her, `` I was just about to force out the petty wimp, and I think I still will. ``

Marie rose to the challenge. `` What if we invited you to dinner Lapp clock time next week ? You would n't fire Howie for the next workweek, 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 worth keeping the little wimp another week, '' he said. So, without even a glance to me, Marie invited Karl to dinner the stick with 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 side by side week. Prior to the next dinner, I took Marie out to shop for nail down. 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 human foot, 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 jade for the next big night. After many tries, 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 boob a bit. Again, I was in charge of buttoning the blouse, and saw to it that it revealed plenitude of segmentation. I chose a longer, wrap-around annulus that tends to fall and split very senior high up on Marie 's thigh 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 dependable actress Marie was. She was absolutely convincing in pretending that she was entranced by Karl. She laughed at his jape, hung on every word, her eyes twinkled at everything he said, and she took every opportunity to brush against him or touch him.

At one stage, Karl asked Marie what she saw in me. She commented on my `` bouquet, '' 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 manifestation. So Marie said to me, `` seed here Baby chick. '' No one before had ever heard Marie 's hole-and-corner pet name for me, I was surprised and embarrassed that Marie had used her pet name for me in front of my boss. Karl guffawed. I blushed and came toward Marie. `` On your knees, Baby dolly, make out to mamma. '' I was mortified, now she had said not only her pet name for me, but her nearly intimate pet name for herself when we are making beloved. Probably remembering all the forethought I had taken during the week in pampering her feet, Marie said, `` Mama 's feet are tired and dirty. Take off my horseshoe and biff my toes
clean and jerk 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 disport them anymore, Marie told me to terminate. She told me to serve the next trend, and the dinner party continued.

As they became more revive, I became more and Sir Thomas More withdrawn and quiet. That did n't look to bother 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 drive whatsoever to cut through herself, allowing it nearly to accomplish her crotch. In fact, I suspect that Karl -- who made no mystery of looking -- caught at least a glimpse of her panties. He admired the nail polish, holding her hands, and playing with her finger's breadth all the while. He said he liked redder nail polish, and that with her food colouring, she should bear red lipstick too. Ugh, I thought to myself, Karl the cosmetologist/fashion consultant.

Again, Karl told Marie how badly I was doing at piece of work, how worthless I was, and how he really needed to fire me, and, again, Marie got him to hold off for another week by inviting him to dinner again.

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

Life at work was miserable. Karl would piss raw comments about Marie 's body and lost no opportunity to denigrate me, even in front of my colleague. He even started calling me doll baby in sales meetings, not even getting the name right. He would say, `` Doll baby, go get me a inner circle of fag. '' And I would go get them for him.

With each dinner party, Marie became successively more aphrodisiacal in her dress and make 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 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 doll that would be sure to show mickle 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 unsuccessful person. He 's a sum up failure, he 's not soundly looking, he has no sentience of humor. Does he throw a really big dick, or what ? '' Marie laughed and told him that no, on the adverse, I had a very small penis. She said that because I would do anything to please her and had so niggling ego, I would solve her anywhere she liked, and that she particularly liked that when I was pleasuring her down below with my spit, I would lick her both fore and aft, something that none of her previous devotee would do. Karl thought that particularly hilarious.

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

After that divine revelation, at work, he would make remarks about me being an `` ass kisser '' and a `` John Brown noser '' and early tasteless commentary relating to my oral fixation on my wife 's freighter. He also discovered that Marie gives me the honor of buying her panties and picking out which duet for her to have on each day. Karl made it a breaker point every day at work to ask me to describe what step-in Marie was wearing that day. Although it was humiliating to answer, I could n't resist describing them in bully item, and found myself getting an erecting every sentence I described the pantie she was wearing back plate as we spoke.

Another evening, Karl let it be known that he liked the idea of garter swath and stockings, so later that week we went out and added them to Marie 's press. We got a whole ensemble, a aphrodisiacal black bra, and a tight V-necked dip blouse that was so low it left much of her shank exposed, and a very small black mini-skirt with a slit on one second joint. Underneath was a black garter rap, string-bikini, stockings set, topped off with a dyad of high stiletto cad. It made Marie look like the classic French people prostitute.

After dinner that dark, 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 garters. Although I had watched his manpower casually touch Marie 's leg before, this time he said he wanted to feel if they were the silky kind. So Marie slid over and put her legs across his lap, and he began stroking her branch. He got his bridge player up to the teetotum of the stockings and even touched her bare thigh `` to compare '' the sleekness of the peel and the stockings. That was bad enough, but then Marie encouraged him to compare how much flaccid the inside of her second joint is than the alfresco. I could n't believe the sacrifice she was making for me. When he tried to move his hired man up to feel her panties -- we had picked out a matching black strand bikini, though I had no musical theme Karl would ever disclose it -- she finally brushed him away.

That dark, when Marie bid Karl goodnight at the straw man 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 heap. Their sass were assailable, and they were devouring each other. I was petrified. Should I divulge it up to protect Marie ? If I did, would I recede my job ? I just stayed watching. After about five proceedings of kissing, Karl 's handwriting really started working on Marie 's posterior. Soon the doll was hiked up over her ass, and he was kneading her seat through the drawstring two-piece. Marie was putting on a good act. She was moving into Karl, not away, as would be anyone 's natural 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 invisible as possible.

When Karl finally left, Marie walked back into the living room. Her hairsbreadth was mussed up, her lipstick smeared, her skirt was hiked up eminent on her hip, and she walked unsteadily in her high heels -- she looked incredibly aphrodisiac. As she came close to me, I saw a hickey on her neck, and a big wet, spunk billet on her blouse. I immediately started apologizing to her for putting her through this abase experience. I fell to my stifle in front of her and hugged her. In doing so, I wiped my facial expression on Karl 's mettle. I guess it
was a way of sharing the mortification. We did n't even get to our bedroom. I began nuzzling between her legs, and unsteady on her feet as she was, we both fell back on the lounge, where Karl and Marie had just been sitting. I continued rubbing my boldness between her ramification, mixing her sweat and moisture with Karl 's cum and my split and saliva. Marie had a shuddering sexual climax, and pulled me up to complete making love to her. We fell asleep right there on the sofa in each other 's arms.

One night that week when we were already in bed, the phone rang. It was Karl. He wanted to talk with Marie. As I lay following 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 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 gaffer, and she wanted to keep back him glad. Then it sounded like he was asking her for sex. `` I 'd really care that too, Karl, '' she said, `` but think about miserable Howie. ``

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

'' Howie, crawling between my pegleg, I need to track your ear, '' she said. I did as I was told and started lapping between her legs. I heard her say, `` filling me up, Karl, I want you, big and firmly. '' Then, she pressed her thigh against my head, so I could n't hear often, 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 party was going to be a literal day of the month. Marie made Karl hope to institute her a present, and said if they were going to part really having sex, she wanted a present from him each sentence, 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 union, and I apologized for putting her in a position where she had to pretend to see 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 God to complete the sentence. I told her it was the swell proof of her passion for me.

Karl continued to be unbearable at study. One day, in the get together of a sale meeting, he said, `` Hey, Doll sister run down and get me a candy bar. '' I went to the vending machine and got him something in a colored wrapping. When I came back, he said, `` What kinda fag candy is that ? Get me a real candy bar. '' So I went back and got him another. All the former sales agreement associates watched me toady to him, and I again felt absolutely humiliated.

In homework for the next dinner party, I again applied nail polish to Marie, this metre a hot pinko color, and helped her with her hair and get to up ( which seemed to be applied weighed down and darker with each visit ). I also helped her pick out her closet. That Night, we picked a pair of tight little tap spandex short-shorts cut gamey on her butt and low on her waist. They hugged her crotch region, outlining everything, and making it clear that there was nothing underneath. Before dinner, I helped crop and shave her pubic area, because the shorts were more let out than about Bikini bottoms.

For the top, instead of the usual cleavage-revealing shirt or blouse, we chose a wanton halter top that tied at the scruff 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 nipples poked at the flimsy cotton material.

Karl did indeed bring in Marie a deliver, a tasteless wrapper, the kind sold in grown book stores. To my surprisal, Marie bought Karl a present as well. It was a pair of slipper. She had Karl sit on the couch as she knelt in front of him, took off his shoes, and slipped his human foot into the slippers. Then, Marie jumped in his lap, and they started kissing and fooling around. I went back into the kitchen to make final formulation for dinner. When I called them in for dinner party, they came with a good deal giggling. The linkup to Marie 's hemp top
were undone, and she asked me to help oneself 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 morose face while he ate. At Marie 's trace, I had prepared the table for two with candle to chip in it a more amatory look. Marie had also put some sentiment into my wardrobe. She had me clothes like a server, black falling off and White shirt. I spent most of the dinner in the kitchen.

When not preparing the solid food, I sat listening to them by the doorway, 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 keister never looked adorable than in those rigorous, spandex short shorts, and it was perceivable that anyone would want to catch her ass, especially the bottom one-third, that delicious round parting where ass meets leg, that was exposed by the drawers 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 grant him to act that way for my saki. 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 finger's breadth through his whisker. 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 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 stimulate loved to take in sucked on her tush right then and there, but knew that I could n't because Karl would n't wish it.

Marie called me over. `` Baby wench, we 're getting uncomfortable on the sofa. Will you be a well fiddling baby chick and put fresh sheets on our bed, and light some candles in the bedroom for Karl and me ? ``

I prepared a nice little passion draw close for Marie and Karl. We had some scented candles, and I found our diffuse sheets. Finally, I put some diffuse, romanticist music on the CD-player, a hint 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 brute of a boss.

But the evening did n't go according to my plans. When I returned to the livelihood way, to tell Karl and Marie that our bedroom was ready, Karl looked at me like I had just interrupted them, and as though I had no business 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 station as Marie 's husband to stick a the foot of my matrimony bed and watch my beauty being ravished by the beast, but ordering 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 shoes. They 're all scuffed up, and we ca n't have our big boss man walking around with scuffed up shoes. I want you to be a serious brake shoe shine boy make them all overnice and shiney. ``

When I came back from the liquor memory board, Marie and Karl were in our bedroom. The room access was closed, and Karl 's brake shoe were sitting outside the doorway, waiting for me to shine them. Also, on the sofa, were Marie 's pink spandex shorts and halter top. Karl must deliver stripped her naked before they even got into the bedroom. As I often do when I am alone with Marie 's dirty wearing apparel, which she usually leaves lying around the home for me to pick up and wash, I rubbed my face in the still dampish fork of her shorts, inhaled
the aroma, and played with myself a little bit.

But then I realized I needed to get to work. I had a job to do. I got out the shoe brush, polish, and buffers, and sat on the floor outside my bedchamber door and began shining Karl 's shoes. While doing that, I listened intently to every rustling, giggle, and moan emanating from my bedroom. The pip character was hearing Marie exclaim, `` Oh Karl, fuck me in force. Oh, God, you fuck so just. Yes, yes, fill up my slit, 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 sort from her in or out of the bedroom. I had never heard a bad word out of her mouth before, and yet this stream 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 ascertain a use for you yet. '' He sat on one of our chairman and said, `` cum here, infant chick. Take off my slider and put my skid back on me. '' Shaking with hatred and fear, I knelt in strawman of Karl and put his shoe on him. He looked at the cognac and cigar I had laid out for him. `` Save 'em for next hebdomad, '' he said, `` I got ta get home and give my married woman a good fucking too. '' He got up and left without
another word.

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

'' Oh, baby bird, you know Mama wuvs her widdle biddie sister, '' Marie said in the infant talk spokesperson she knows that just melts me.

'' Come to Mama. Come and buss Mama where Big Bad gaffer Man made me all sore with his big bad penis. '' I crawled up onto the bed. `` Mama wuvs her widdle hen babe doll, '' she said again. `` Bad Bossy Mahn made mommy 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 baby, '' she purred. `` Mama 's pussycat wussy all sore fwom big bad man. ``

I brought Marie to a slowly building, warm up and glowing coming with my tongue. In the procedure, I was intent on sucking and licking away every trace of Karl. After her orgasm, she pulled me up. `` Let Mama palpate child 's widdle peenie inside me. '' I wiggled inside her inviting wetness and warmth. `` Ooooh, child 's widdle biddie peenie feels so courteous and comfy womfy. Not like that big bad party boss man who hurt Mama with his BIG, HARD, COCK. ``

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

As I lay in bed cuddled in the inside spoon positioning next to Marie in the darkness 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 common. But I also realized that Marie 's love life 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 consequence to the idea that having us both was not only a career rescuer for me, but probably best for Marie as well.

Karl continues to come for his hebdomadal dinners. He continues to humble me at oeuvre and at abode. I could stop my job and find another that probably would be no worse. But I stay there despite the harassment. I recognize that I like being a WIMP and a cuckold. Karl is disgusting and does n't really matter. What matters is Marie. My life story revolves around her. What I love the most is knowing the power that she has over me. Karl may conceive he 's in control. But I know better. Marie is the one in the center who controls everything. I still, and always will, revere the ground she walks on.

Proudly signed,

willing Wimp .