There is a lot of talk these days about sexual harassment. I am a pillow slip in point, but with an odd twist. My male heterosexual 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 bankruptcy in life. A on a lower floor average student, not athletic, no especial endowment, not much to look at, and barely able to go for a job as a salesman. All my life-time I 've been called an underachiever. My one achievement has been landing my married woman, Marie, a truly gorgeous woman. Marie has a fount and body men dream about. She has deep, brown oculus and chestnut hair's-breadth, a naturally lightly tanned skin colour, and a replete, well-endowed number of the hourglass eccentric -- a diminished waist but ample hips and beat, inviting boob and ass. Her feminine beauty is matched by her warmth and an creature magnetics that she exudes. Men have always been drawn to her, and watching men admire and desire her has been my greatest source of pridefulness. acerate leaf to say, I worship the ground she walks on.

My boss, Karl, is a crude, loud, arrogant bully. I admit that he is an effective salesman, part of his natural aggression and self-confidence, but I ca n't abide him. He is also very restrain, and I have always been especially diffident in his presence.

I had the fewest sales of anyone in the companionship, and simply was n't pulling my weightiness. I was on probation and on the scepter of losing my job. In a last-ditch bid to hold on my job, I thought I might invite Karl over for dinner at my apartment. The lone reason I thought he might accept the invitation was because I had noticed him eyeing my married woman once at a company company. I worked up my bravery to invite him, and, to my swell relief, he did, in fact, accept.

Marie has many amercement lineament, 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 transfer her clothes. She looked surprised. She was wearing her usual, somewhat button-down clothing. `` What 's haywire with this ? '' she said. I told her that I would really like it if she could wear something just a little bit sexy.

I nervously told her that I thought Karl was about to fire me, and that my only when hope was this dinner party, and the persuasion that somehow Marie would be able to carry him to let me keep 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 pick 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 natural beauty really needs no enhancing, but I asked her to put on lipstick and eye shadow for the juncture. She could tell that I really wanted her to make an impression on Karl.

As the doorbell rang, I took one last flavour at Marie, and took one lilliputian action that probably changed the rest of my living. I reached up, and unbuttoned two more buttons 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 pile 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 peach ; it makes me feel lucky at least in one -- I would say the most important -- voice of my life.

dinner went well. I am not very 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 River, fetching wine and refilling their glasses. Karl spent about of dinner party ogling Marie 's breasts. At least he seemed to be enjoying himself. And she did too.

After dinner party, Marie invited Karl to fall in her on the sofa. I went to get another bottle of wine-coloured. When I came back, I could see that Marie 's short skirt was hiked up very high on her thigh. Karl was playing with Marie 's fingers, telling her she should really wear nail 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 comic tale about my various failure that got Marie laughing. He told her, `` I was just about to provoke the little chicken, and I think I still will. ``

Marie rose to the challenge. `` What if we invited you to dinner same sentence next week ? You would n't fire Howie for the future week, would you ? '' As she asked the doubtfulness, she leaned toward Karl, and her tit 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 coup d'oeil to me, Marie invited Karl to dinner the follow week.

As he left, Marie stood at the doorway, telling him what a fun evening it was. She gave him a hug, and I thought he held it a bit long than proper, but then he left.

I fretted all the adjacent hebdomad. Prior to the next dinner, I took Marie out to stag 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 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 wear out for the next big night. After many endeavor, we settled finally on a silky, cream-colored translucent buttoned-down blouse. Under it, we chose a low cut, creamy, front-clasping bra that pushed up her tit a bit. Again, I was in charge of buttoning the blouse, and saw to it that it revealed quite a little of cleavage. I chose a longer, wrap-around skirt that tends to fall and split very heights up on Marie 's second joint whenever she sits down and crosses her legs.

The dinner party was pretty very much a repeat of the calendar 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 jocularity, hung on every Book, her eyes twinkled at everything he said, and she took every opportunity to brush against him or match him.

At one dot, 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 class, but I wish she had n't said it.

Karl wanted a monstrance. So Marie said to me, `` Come here Baby skirt. '' No one before had ever heard Marie 's secret pet name for me, I was surprised and embarrassed that Marie had used her pet name for me in social movement of my boss. Karl guffawed. I blushed and came toward Marie. `` On your knees, child Doll, come to Mama. '' I was mortified, now she had said not only her pet public figure for me, but her most internal pet name for herself when we are making love. Probably remembering all the aid I had taken during the week in pampering her human foot, Marie said, `` ma 's feet are tired and dirty. ingest off my horseshoe and lick my toes
clean and massage my tired feet. '' With Karl roaring with laughter and thinking this was the odd 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 lay off. She told me to serve the next course, and the dinner party continued.

As they became more animated, I became more and more withdrawn and quiet. That did n't seem to gravel them any. They pretty much ignored me, except to ask me for more food for thought or wine-colored. They again wound up on the lounge and, indeed, Marie 's doll fell away, and she made no sweat whatsoever to compensate 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 pantie. He admired the nail glossiness, holding her helping hand, and playing with her fingers all the while. He said he liked redder nail polish, and that with her coloring, she should wear 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 give off for another calendar week 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.

Life at work was low-down. Karl would take a crap petroleum input about Marie 's trunk and lost no opportunity to disparage me, even in social movement of my co-workers. He even started calling me Doll infant in sales meetings, not even getting the name right. He would say, `` wench Baby, go get me a pack of coffin nail. '' And I would go get them for him.

With each dinner, Marie became successively more sexy in her wearing apparel and make water up, and each week the goodnight hug became a bit longer. I was amazed at Marie 's willingness to play up to Karl given what a horrible 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 titty and the depth of her cleavage, and doll that would be sure to record plenty of creamy thigh.

One dinner, Karl returned to the interrogation of what Marie could possibly see in me. He said, `` He 's such a nonstarter. He 's a total failure, he 's not skillful looking, he has no sense 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 please her and had so footling ego, I would lick 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 stem and aft, something that none of her previous buff would do. Karl thought that particularly hilarious.

Again, I was embarrassed that Marie was so receptive with our little marital secrets.

After that revealing, at work, he would make remarks about me being an `` ass phiz '' and a `` brown noser '' and former tasteless commentary relating to my oral obsession on my wife 's bottom. He also discovered that Marie gives me the laurels of buying her scanty and picking out which pair for her to bear each day. Karl made it a pointedness every day at work to ask me to discover what panties Marie was wearing that day. Although it was humiliating to answer, I could n't defy describing them in great item, and found myself getting an erection every time I described the scanty she was wearing back home as we spoke.

Another evening, Karl let it be known that he liked the idea of garter belt and stockings, so later that week we went out and added them to Marie 's wardrobe. We got a whole ensemble, a aphrodisiacal bootleg bra, and a tight V-necked plunge blouse that was so small-scale it left a lot of her shank exposed, and a very small black mini-skirt with a slit on one thigh. Underneath was a black supporter belt, string-bikini, stockings set, topped off with a pair of high stiletto cad. It made Marie look like the definitive Gallic prostitute.

After dinner that Night, I sat in my chair watching them sitting on the sofa when Marie 's allowed her skirt to hike up up so Karl could see where the stockings attach to the supporter. Although I had watched his handwriting casually mite Marie 's ramification before, this time he said he wanted to experience if they were the silky form. So Marie slid over and put her ramification across his lap, and he began stroking her legs. He got his hands up to the top of the inning of the stockings and even touched her bare thigh `` to equate '' the silkiness of the skin and the stockings. That was bad enough, but then Marie encouraged him to equate how much softer the inside of her thigh is than the away. I could n't believe the sacrifice she was making for me. When he tried to move his manus up to experience her step-in -- we had picked out a matching black chain bikini, though I had no thought 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 space away, but I could see them. They were kissing. It was n't a good-night peck. Their sassing were heart-to-heart, and they were devouring each other. I was petrified. Should I break it up to protect Marie ? If I did, would I suffer my job ? I just stayed watching. After about five transactions of kissing, Karl 's hands really started working on Marie 's derriere. Soon the skirt was hiked up over her ass, and he was kneading her bottom through the cosmic string bikini. 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 torso against him. They continued groping and fumbling in the doorway for some meter. And I quietly watched, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible.

When Karl finally left, Marie walked back into the living room. Her hair was mussed up, her lip rouge smeared, her skirt was hiked up high up on her rose hip, and she walked unsteadily in her in high spirits heel -- she looked incredibly sexy. As she came close to me, I saw a zit on her neck opening, and a big wet, touchwood berth on her blouse. I immediately started apologizing to her for putting her through this humiliate experience. I fell to my knees in front of her and hugged her. In doing so, I wiped my cheek on Karl 's spunk. I guess it
was a way of sharing the humiliation. We did n't even get to our bedroom. I began nuzzling between her leg, and unfirm 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 aspect between her legs, mixing her perspiration and moisture with Karl 's cum and my crying and saliva. Marie had a shuddering orgasm, and pulled me up to end up making make love to her. We fell asleep right there on the sofa in each former 's arms.

One night that week when we were already in bed, the phone rang. It was Karl. He wanted to babble 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 mouth and wanting his big tool 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 home as a guest, but she reminded him that she was entertaining him because he was my foreman, and she wanted to keep him happy. Then it sounded like he was asking her for sex. `` I 'd really wish that too, Karl, '' she said, `` but think about inadequate Howie. ``

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

'' Howie, Australian crawl between my wooden leg, I need to cover your ears, '' she said. I did as I was told and started lapping between her ramification. I heard her say, `` filling me up, Karl, I want you, big and backbreaking. '' Then, she pressed her thighs against my fountainhead, so I could n't hear much, but as she orgasmed, she loosened her suitcase, and I heard her still talking into the telephone, `` Oh, Yes, Karl, yes, do me. ``

It looked like the next dinner was going to be a real escort. Marie made Karl promise to make for her a present, and said if they were going to set about really having sex, she wanted a present from him each time, as well as a $ 100 incentive for me in my next pay envelope. Karl seemed to check, 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 lieu where she had to guess to incur 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 Holy Writ to make out the sentence. I told her it was the greatest validation of her love for me.

Karl continued to be unbearable at work. One day, in the get together of a sales meeting, he said, `` Hey, dolly infant run down and get me a confect bar. '' I went to the vendition machine and got him something in a colourful wrapping. When I came back, he said, `` What kinda fag confect is that ? Get me a real candy bar. '' So I went back and got him another. All the other sales associates watched me fawn to him, and I again felt absolutely humiliated.

In preparation for the next dinner party, I again applied pick up Polish to Marie, this meter a hot pinko vividness, and helped her with her hair and build up ( which seemed to be applied wakeless and darker with each visit ). I also helped her cream out her wardrobe. That night, we picked a dyad of miserly short pink spandex short-shorts cut high on her derriere and low on her waist. They hugged her crotch surface area, outlining everything, and making it clear that there was nix underneath. Before dinner, I helped trim and shave her pubic area, because the short were more revealing than virtually bikini bottoms.

For the top, instead of the usual cleavage-revealing shirt or blouse, we chose a free hangman's halter top that tied at the nape of the cervix and across the vertebral column. With no bra underneath, Marie 's breasts were left to swing and sway with the slim apparent movement. Her nipples poked at the thin cotton plant material.

Karl did indeed lend Marie a submit, a tasteless peignoir, the form sold in adult book fund. To my surprise, Marie bought Karl a present as well. It was a yoke of slipper. She had Karl sit on the sofa as she knelt in front man of him, took off his shoes, and slipped his feet into the slipper. Then, Marie jumped in his lap, and they started kissing and fooling around. I went back into the kitchen to have final preparations for dinner. When I called them in for dinner, they came with a good deal giggling. The linkup to Marie 's hackamore top
were undone, and she asked me to help re-tie them.

By now, I had lost my daub at the dinner table. Karl had complained that it was a drag seeing my scowling and glum face while he ate. At Marie 's suggestion, I had prepared the table for two with standard candle to give it a more romantic tone. Marie had also put some sentiment into my wardrobe. She had me dress like a waiter, contraband slacks and Stanford White shirt. I spent nigh of the dinner in the kitchen.

When not preparing the food for thought, 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 keep room, his deal was squeezing her ass. I have to admit that her bottom never looked endearing than in those close, spandex shortly shorts, and it was understandable that anyone would want to grab her ass, especially the hind end third gear, that delectable 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 take into account him to act that way for my sake. As I cleared the table, I saw them making out on the lounge. Marie was sort of on top of Karl, kissing him and running her fingers through his hair. Karl 's work force 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 drawers. As he worked his bridge player, her drawers covered less and less of
her bottom.

Her bottom was so beautiful, I could n't aid but be mesmerized and aroused, despite my jealousy. I would have loved to hold sucked on her stern right then and there, but knew that I could n't because Karl would n't care it.

Marie called me over. `` Baby chick, we 're getting uncomfortable on the couch. Will you be a estimable piffling baby wench and put tonic tabloid on our bed, and light some candela in the bedchamber for Karl and me ? ``

I prepared a nice little erotic love draw close for Marie and Karl. We had some scented candles, and I found our voiced sheet. Finally, I put some voiced, romanticistic medicine on the CD-player, a touch Marie had n't even asked for. I was looking forward in a wayward way to kneeling at the invertebrate foot of the bed and watching my beautiful married woman having sex with my horrible animate being of a boss.

But the eve did n't go according to my design. When I returned to the living room, to tell Karl and Marie that our sleeping accommodation 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 slippers. He handed me some money and told me to get lost. I wanted to stay. I thought it my rightful post as Marie 's husband to stay put a the foundation of my marriage bed and find out my knockout being ravished by the creature, but orders are lodge, and, grudgingly, I had to leave.

'' Oh, and child dolly, '' 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 secure shoe shine boy make them all nice and shiney. ``

When I came back from the spirits store, Marie and Karl were in our bedroom. The door was closed, and Karl 's brake shoe were sitting outside the door, waiting for me to shine them. Also, on the sofa, were Marie 's pink spandex shorts and halter top. Karl must receive stripped her naked before they even got into the chamber. As I often do when I am alone with Marie 's dirty clothes, which she usually leaves lying around the house for me to beak up and wash, I rubbed my face in the still damp genital organ of her short, inhaled
the aroma, and played with myself a little bit.

But then I realized I needed to get to mould. I had a job to do. I got out the shoe brushing, polish, and buffer storage, and sat on the floor outside my bedroom threshold and began shining Karl 's horseshoe. While doing that, I listened intently to every rustle, giggle, and moan emanating from my bedroom. The tough persona was hearing Marie exclaim, `` Oh Karl, fuck me skilful. Oh, God, you fuck so estimable. Yes, yes, fill my snatch, Oh God, your stopcock flavor so trade good. Yes. Harder. You 're so hard. God, YES. ``

I recognized her articulation, 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 word out of her mouth before, and yet this watercourse of profanity issued from her pure and beautiful lips.

After too long a wait, the door opened and Karl came out. He bent to scrutinise the brake shoe. `` Not too bad, '' he said, `` maybe we 'll determine a use for you yet. '' He sat on one of our chairs and said, `` Come here, child Doll. Take off my slippers and put my shoes back on me. '' Shaking with hatred and fear, I knelt in front 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 hebdomad, '' he said, `` I got ta get home plate and have my wife a serious fucking too. '' He got up and left without
another word.

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

'' Oh, baby doll, you know Mama wuvs her widdle biddie babe, '' Marie said in the infant lecture voice she knows that just melts me.

'' Come to mama. Come and osculate mommy where Big Bad party boss Man made me all sore with his big bad penis. '' I crawled up onto the bed. `` Mama wuvs her widdle biddy baby dolly, '' she said again. `` Bad Bossy Mahn made mom all wet and huuuhrting and duhrrty. ``

I snuggled between her branch, and started lapping and cleaning her inner thighs and the whole jismy and slipperiness expanse in between.

'' That 's a sister, '' she purred. `` Mama 's kitty-cat wussy all sore fwom big bad man. ``

I brought Marie to a slowly building, warmly and glowing orgasm with my knife. In the process, I was intent on sucking and licking away every trace of Karl. After her sexual climax, she pulled me up. `` Let Mama feel child 's widdle peenie inside me. '' I wiggled inside her inviting wetness and warmness. `` Ooooh, baby 's widdle biddie peenie feels so nice and comfy womfy. Not like that big bad boss man who hurt Mama with his BIG, HARD, COCK. ``

Her voice completely changed shade on the last three words, and as she gasped with what seemed to be the memory board of Karl 's penis pound inside her, I came with a little squirt, not having been inside her Thomas More than 10 seconds.

As I lay in bed cuddled in the inside spoonful view next to Marie in the dark I realized that in one way Karl was a better lover than me, and that on one stratum 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 beloved 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 vocation rescuer for me, but probably expert for Marie as well.

Karl continues to fall for his weekly dinner party. He continues to humiliate me at piece of work and at home. I could step down my job and find oneself 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 biography revolves around her. What I love the most is knowing the powerfulness that she has over me. Karl may retrieve he 's in ascendancy. But I know better. Marie is the one in the middle who controls everything. I still, and always will, revere the terra firma she walks on.

Proudly signed,

Willing crybaby .