There is a lot of talk these years about sexual torment. I am a case in percentage point, but with an odd twist. My manful straight boss sexually harasses me, another male heterosexual. How could that be ? It all revolves around my married woman. Let me explain.

With one exception, I 've been a unsuccessful person in life. A below average student, not gymnastic, no special talents, not much to bet at, and barely able to hold 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 woman. Marie has a expression and body men dream about. She has deep, brown eyes and chestnut hair, a naturally lightly tanned complexion, and a full, buxom figure of the hourglass case -- a small shank but ample pelvic arch and round, inviting tit 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 not bad source of superbia. acerate leaf to say, I worship the ground she walks on.

My boss, Karl, is a crude, loud, chesty bully. I admit that he is an effective salesman, theatrical role of his born aggression and self-confidence, but I ca n't stick out him. He is also very intimidating, and I have always been especially faint in his presence.

I had the fewest sales event of anyone in the company, and simply was n't pulling my weight. 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 ask in Karl over for dinner at my apartment. The only ground I thought he might have the invitation was because I had noticed him eyeing my wife once at a troupe party. I worked up my bravery to take in him, and, to my great relief, he did, in fact, accept.

Marie has many fine qualities, as I 've already indicated, but cooking and cleaning are not among them. On the day of the dinner, I left work early to buy wine and grocery store, clean the house, and cook a overnice dinner. Marie could see that I was very unquiet. In the hr before Karl 's arrival, I asked Marie if she was going to exchange her wearing apparel. She looked surprised. She was wearing her usual, somewhat conservative clothing. `` What 's wrong with this ? '' she said. I told her that I would really wish it if she could wear out something just a short bit sexy.

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

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

We went upstairs, and I helped her break up out a tight-fitting, button down knit 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 innate ravisher really needs no enhancing, but I asked her to put on lipstick and eye shadow for the occasion. She could secern that I really wanted her to make an belief on Karl.

As the bell rang, I took one last looking at at Marie, and took one piddling action that probably changed the residuum of my spirit. I reached up, and unbuttoned two Sir Thomas More buttons on her sweater, which revealed her deep, rich cleavage. I gave her a kiss before opening the door and greeting Karl.

Karl hardly glanced at me. His middle lit up at the quite a little of Marie, and, crude mortal that he is, he stared openly and lustfully at Marie 's breasts. Although Karl disgusted me, I also could n't help but palpate Brobdingnagian pride in Marie. As I mentioned, I have always enjoyed watching early men admire Marie 's beauty ; it makes me feel prosperous at least in one -- I would say the most important -- division of my life.

dinner party went well. I am not practically of a conversationist, especially with Karl. But Marie kept up a conversation, and I ran back and forth to the kitchen, bringing knockout back and Forth, fetching vino and refilling their glasses. Karl spent most of dinner ogling Marie 's breasts. At to the lowest degree he seemed to be enjoying himself. And she did too.

After dinner party, Marie invited Karl to join her on the sofa. I went to get another bottle of wine-coloured. When I came back, I could see that Marie 's short doll was hiked up very highschool on her second joint. Karl was playing with Marie 's finger's breadth, telling her she should really wear sweep through polish.

They kept chattering on. I sat in a professorship, sipped my wine, and watched. Their conversation turned to me, as though I was n't even there. Karl told Marie what a bad salesman I was and told some admittedly amusing stories about my respective unsuccessful person that got Marie laughing. He told her, `` I was just about to fire the short crybaby, and I think I still will. ``

Marie rose to the challenge. `` What if we invited you to dinner same prison term next hebdomad ? You would n't burn 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 worth keeping the trivial wimp another week, '' he said. So, without even a glance to me, Marie invited Karl to dinner the following week.

As he left, Marie stood at the threshold, 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 calendar week. Prior to the side by side dinner, I took Marie out to patronize for nail polish. We could n't afford a right 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 week 's end, I had learned a new skill that I very much enjoyed.

I also worried about what Marie should wear for the adjacent big Night. After many tries, we settled finally on a silky, cream-colored semitransparent button-down blouse. Under it, we chose a low cut, creamy, front-clasping bra that pushed up her breasts a bit. Again, I was in charge of buttoning the blouse, and saw to it that it revealed plenty of cleavage. I chose a longer, wrap-around dame that tends to fall and split very high up on Marie 's thigh 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 good 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 extend to him.

At one detail, 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 demo. So Marie said to me, `` Come here child Doll. '' No one before had ever heard Marie 's hidden pet name for me, I was surprised and embarrassed that Marie had used her pet name for me in front end of my boss. Karl guffawed. I blushed and came toward Marie. `` On your knees, child Doll, come to mammy. '' I was mortified, now she had said not only her pet epithet for me, but her near informal pet figure for herself when we are making dearest. Probably remembering all the care I had taken during the hebdomad in pampering her animal foot, Marie said, `` Mama 's substructure are tired and dirty. Take off my shoes and slug my toes
clean and massage my tired feet. '' With Karl roaring with laughter and thinking this was the rummy affair he ever saw, I began licking and massaging Marie 's infantry as she sat there at the table.

After it no longer seemed to divert them anymore, Marie told me to quit. She told me to dish the adjacent row, and the dinner continued.

As they became more animated, I became more and Thomas More withdrawn and smooth. That did n't look to devil them any. They pretty much ignored me, except to ask me for more food or wine-colored. They again wound up on the lounge and, indeed, Marie 's annulus fell away, and she made no effort whatsoever to deal herself, allowing it nearly to hand her genital organ. In fact, I suspect that Karl -- who made no secret of looking -- caught at least a glimpse of her panties. He admired the nail cultivation, holding her hands, and playing with her fingers all the while. He said he liked ruddy nail polish, and that with her coloring, 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 piece of work, how worthless I was, and how he really needed to open fire me, and, again, Marie got him to obtain off for another hebdomad by inviting him to dinner again.

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

lifespan at work was miserable. Karl would make crude comments about Marie 's body and lost no opportunity to belittle me, even in social movement of my co-workers. He even started calling me chick Baby in sales event confluence, not even getting the figure right. He would say, `` doll Baby, go get me a pack of cigaret. '' 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 atrocious lout he is.

Even on our limited budget, we devoted what money we had to buy provocative blouses and sexy bras that accentuated the richness of her breasts and the depth of her cleavage, and skirts that would be for certain to depict spate of creamy thigh.

One dinner party, Karl returned to the dubiousness of what Marie could possibly see in me. He said, `` He 's such a also-ran. He 's a total nonstarter, he 's not unspoilt looking, he has no sensation of wittiness. Does he have a really big dick, or what ? '' Marie laughed and told him that no, on the wayward, I had a very lowly member. She said that because I would do anything to please 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 premature lover would do. Karl thought that particularly hilarious.

Again, I was embarrassed that Marie was so open with our piddling matrimonial secrets.

After that revelation, at oeuvre, he would make remarks about me being an `` ass mug '' and a `` brown noser '' and other tasteless commentary relating to my oral obsession on my married woman 's bed. He also discovered that Marie gives me the honour of buying her pantie and picking out which pair for her to wear each day. Karl made it a point every day at work to ask me to describe what panties Marie was wearing that day. Although it was humiliating to answer, I could n't resist describing them in cracking detail, and found myself getting an erection every meter I described the panties she was wearing back home as we spoke.

Another evening, Karl let it be known that he liked the estimation of garter smash and stockings, so later that week we went out and added them to Marie 's closet. We got a unharmed ensemble, a aphrodisiac black bra, and a tight V-necked plunge blouse that was so small-scale it left much of her waist exposed, and a very small-scale black mini-skirt with a slit on one thigh. Underneath was a inkiness supporter belt, string-bikini, stockings set, topped off with a yoke of high school stiletto heels. It made Marie look like the classic French prostitute.

After dinner that nighttime, 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 hands casually touch Marie 's legs before, this time he said he wanted to feel if they were the silky kind. So Marie slid over and put her ramification across his lap, and he began stroking her legs. He got his hands up to the tops of the stockings and even touched her bare thigh `` to compare '' the silkiness of the skin and the stockings. That was bad enough, but then Marie encouraged him to compare how much diffused the inside of her second joint is than the outdoor. I could n't believe the sacrifice she was making for me. When he tried to prompt his hand up to palpate her step-in -- we had picked out a play off black string bikini, though I had no idea Karl would ever discover it -- she finally brushed him away.

That Night, when Marie bid Karl goodnight at the front door, the hug became much longer. I stood some distance away, but I could see them. They were kissing. It was n't a good-night peck. Their oral cavity were candid, and they were devouring each former. I was petrified. Should I collapse it up to protect Marie ? If I did, would I drop off my job ? I just stayed watching. After about five minutes of kissing, Karl 's hands really started working on Marie 's ass. Soon the wench was hiked up over her ass, and he was kneading her freighter through the string Bikini. Marie was putting on a near act. She was moving into Karl, not away, as would be anyone 's cancel reaction. She actually seemed to be grinding her body against him. They continued groping and fumbling in the doorway for some time. And I quietly watched, trying to be as invisible as possible.

When Karl finally left, Marie walked back into the support room. Her whisker was mussed up, her lipstick smeared, her skirt was hiked up high on her pelvic girdle, and she walked unsteadily in her high heel -- she looked incredibly sexy. As she came close to me, I saw a pimple on her neck opening, and a big wet, spunk spotlight on her blouse. I immediately started apologizing to her for putting her through this humiliating experience. I fell to my genu in figurehead of her and hugged her. In doing so, I wiped my typeface on Karl 's heart. 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 sofa, where Karl and Marie had just been sitting. I continued rubbing my grimace between her legs, mixing her sweat and wet with Karl 's cum and my tears and saliva. Marie had a shuddering orgasm, and pulled me up to finish making sleep with 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 telephone set rang. It was Karl. He wanted to talk with Marie. As I lay succeeding to her in bed, I listened to their conversation. Marie kept telling him how she was fantasizing about him all the fourth dimension, imagining his big 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 family as a guest, but she reminded him that she was entertaining him because he was my chief, and she wanted to keep him well-chosen. Then it sounded like he was asking her for sex. `` I 'd really like that too, Karl, '' she said, `` but think about poor people Howie. ``

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

'' Howie, crawl between my ramification, I need to cover your ears, '' she said. I did as I was told and started lapping between her branch. I heard her say, `` Fill me up, Karl, I want you, big and hard. '' Then, she pressed her second joint against my top dog, so I could n't hear a great deal, 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 day of the month. Marie made Karl promise to take her a present, and said if they were going to begin really having sex, she wanted a present from him each time, as well as a $ 100 incentive for me in my future pay envelope. Karl seemed to jibe, and they hung up.

I thanked Marie for being so self sacrificing for me and for being so dedicated to our wedding, and I apologized for putting her in a attitude where she had to pretend to come up Karl attractive and now that she would actually let him possess her sexually and have him pay money for it, as though she were a ...., I could n't even say the word to dispatch the sentence. I told her it was the greatest trial impression of her dearest for me.

Karl continued to be unendurable at employment. One day, in the meeting of a sales confluence, he said, `` Hey, Doll sister run down and get me a candy bar. '' I went to the hawking machine and got him something in a colorful wrap. 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 other sales companion watched me kowtow to him, and I again felt absolutely humiliated.

In preparation for the side by side dinner party, I again applied nail polish to Marie, this time a hot garden pink color, and helped her with her hair and make up ( which seemed to be applied heavier and darker with each visit ). I also helped her cream out her wardrobe. That Night, we picked a pair of sozzled footling pink spandex short-shorts cut high on her bottom and low on her shank. They hugged her crotch field, outlining everything, and making it clear that there was zip underneath. Before dinner, I helped snip and shave her pubic surface area, because the drawers were more telltale than almost two-piece bottoms.

For the top, instead of the usual cleavage-revealing shirt or blouse, we chose a loose 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 trend. Her pap poked at the thin cotton material.

Karl did indeed take Marie a nowadays, a tasteless housecoat, the kind sold in fully grown Quran stores. To my surprisal, Marie bought Karl a show as well. It was a duad of slippers. She had Karl sit on the couch as she knelt in front of him, took off his shoes, and slipped his feet into the skidder. Then, Marie jumped in his lap, and they started kissing and fooling around. I went back into the kitchen to make water concluding planning for dinner. When I called them in for dinner, they came with a lot giggling. The draw to Marie 's haltere top
were undo, and she asked me to serve re-tie them.

By now, I had lost my daub at the dinner table. Karl had complained that it was a pull seeing my scowling and dour face while he ate. At Marie 's suggestion, I had prepared the table for two with candles to give it a more romanticistic flavour. Marie had also put some thought into my wardrobe. She had me frock like a waiter, 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 doorway, and waiting for them to holler me to serve them.

After dinner, as Karl and Marie walked into the sustenance room, his paw was squeezing her ass. I have to admit that her bottom never looked endearing than in those tight, spandex light shorts, and it was apprehensible that anyone would desire to grab her ass, especially the bottom tierce, that luscious 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 devotion to me to permit him to act that way for my sake. As I cleared the table, I saw them making out on the couch. Marie was kind of on top of Karl, kissing him and running her fingers through his haircloth. Karl 's hands 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 hired man, her short covered less and lupus erythematosus of
her bottom.

Her tush was so beautiful, I could n't aid but be mesmerized and aroused, despite my jealousy. I would have loved to have 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 dolly, we 're getting uncomfortable on the sofa. Will you be a good little baby doll and put fresh rag on our bed, and light some candle in the bedroom for Karl and me ? ``

I prepared a Nice short beloved snuggle for Marie and Karl. We had some scented candela, and I found our softest tack. Finally, I put some soft, amorous 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 pes of the bed and watching my beautiful wife having sex with my horrible animal of a boss.

But the evening did n't go according to my plans. When I returned to the animation room, to enjoin Karl and Marie that our bedroom was make, Karl looked at me like I had just interrupted them, and as though I had no byplay 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 stay. I thought it my rightful place as Marie 's husband to stay a the foot of my wedlock bed and learn my beauty being ravished by the beast, but Holy Order are gild, 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 good shoe refulgence boy make them all overnice and shiney. ``

When I came back from the hard liquor entrepot, Marie and Karl were in our sleeping accommodation. The door 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 shortstop and halter top. Karl must have stripped her bare 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 house for me to piece up and wash, I rubbed my facial expression in the still moist crotch of her short pants, inhaled
the aroma, and played with myself a piffling bit.

But then I realized I needed to get to work. I had a job to do. I got out the brake shoe brushing, Polish, and cowcatcher, and sat on the floor outside my sleeping accommodation door and began shining Karl 's shoes. While doing that, I listened intently to every rustle, giggle, and moan emanating from my bedroom. The big division was hearing Marie exclaim, `` Oh Karl, fuck me trade good. Oh, God, you fuck so unspoiled. Yes, yes, fill my snatch, 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 kind from her in or out of the bedroom. I had never heard a bad discussion out of her rima oris before, and yet this current of profanity issued from her pure and beautiful lips.

After too long a waiting, the door opened and Karl came out. He bent to inspect the shoes. `` Not too bad, '' he said, `` maybe we 'll detect a use for you yet. '' He sat on one of our chairs and said, `` Come here, Baby chick. take up off my slippers and put my shoes back on me. '' Shaking with hatred and fear, I knelt in strawman of Karl and put his shoes on him. He looked at the cognac and cigar I had laid out for him. `` Save 'em for next week, '' he said, `` I got ta get place and give my wife a good fucking too. '' He got up and left without
another word.

I crept into the darkened bedroom with the candles still flickering and soft euphony playing. `` Do you make out him more than me ? '' I whispered, my spokesperson cracking.

'' Oh, spoil skirt, you know Mama wuvs her widdle biddie baby, '' Marie said in the babe talk voice she knows that just thaw me.

'' Come to Mama. Come and kiss mamma where Big Bad gaffer Man made me all sore with his big bad penis. '' I crawled up onto the bed. `` mama wuvs her widdle biddy child wench, '' she said again. `` Bad Bossy Mahn made Mama all wet and huuuhrting and duhrrty. ``

I snuggled between her wooden leg, and started lapping and cleaning her inner thighs and the unanimous jismy and slick area in between.

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

I brought Marie to a slowly building, affectionate and glowing orgasm with my tongue. In the mental process, I was design on sucking and licking away every tincture of Karl. After her orgasm, she pulled me up. `` Let mammy sense baby 's widdle peenie inside me. '' I wiggled inside her inviting wetness and warmth. `` Ooooh, baby 's widdle biddie peenie look 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 last three parole, and as she gasped with what seemed to be the memory of Karl 's phallus pounding inside her, I came with a piffling squirt, not having been inside her more than 10 seconds.

As I lay in bed cuddled in the inside spoonful position next to Marie in the dark I realized that in one way Karl was a better buff 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 for me was echt, 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 mo to the theme that having us both was not only a calling saver for me, but probably best for Marie as well.

Karl continues to come for his hebdomadally dinner party. He continues to mortify me at work and at home. I could quit my job and find another that probably would be no risky. 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 matter. What matters is Marie. My life revolves around her. What I love the most is knowing the powerfulness that she has over me. Karl may reckon he 's in control. But I know better. Marie is the one in the centre who controls everything. I still, and always will, revere the ground she walks on.

Proudly signed,

volition WIMP .